AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — no more begging for the bench to call you clean
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Head turning as the scent continued to reach him, his paws slowing. What was that scent? It was tickling something in his mind that he kept buried. Looking back, he was unable to find any visible reasons for the scent, or for that matter any body or individual nearby. Narrowing his gaze for a moment, he would stretch into a downward bow before pushinghis body up and forward, stretching his back legs one at a time. That scent was buried in his head and nose and he didn't like it.
He could taste blood within that scent trail, and he was half inclined to follow it. He was the closest thing the golden eye had to a medic, and he didn't exactly mind that, but it also meant that the decision to seek out this scent was his. Biting his lip as he stood there, mud squishing between his toes as he kneaded at the ground in his uncertainty, weighing his options. The birds wheeling above and settling on nearby trees did nothing to ease his worries. Head turning, he looked up to the dying sky and made his decision. He'd look for the owner of this scent, even though his instincts were screaming to run away, the owner vaguely coming to mind. Hell, he'd been in his mind for days, for years since the incident.
Taking a deep breath, he would leave one more scent marker before putting a paw over the border, jumping at the suddenly raucous cawing and shrieking from the ravens and crows. Eyes flying up to his personal symphony calling for his death, his ears laid back to his head. He wasn't scared. He was the grim of the God of Death - death was a customary thing to him, as normal to him as a new life was born. He wasn't scared of death or anything that followed it. If he met his end here, then that meant that there was a purpose, and with the god's blessing, he would continue to live on.
Shaking his head to clear his cloudy head, he began to track the scent trail with a curl of his tail. It was a canine scent, under everything else. He could only remember Damion and his teeth, the vision of Tsundoku's teeth flashing in his mind's eye. Shaking in his place, he took a few breaths to calm his suddenly racing heart as the memories called back to him. The birds around him started to scream louder and louder as the realization hit him. this scent belonged to tsundoku! Quick came the scramble to escape, to get as far away as he could from his ex-lover. The years had only proven to him that the relationship couldn't be fixed after that attack, though he had tried his hardest. He knew it wasn't safe any longer, but he couldn't lead the other back to camp. It was night time and few of them had excellent night time sight.
His voice came out on a tiny gasp, causinghim more pain than anything and likely alerting the other to his presence. He had slipped in the mud, mud coating his face and covering his eyes and paws as he tried to scrape it away so he could see. Trembljng as he tried to clean his vision, his ears shaking as they rotated, searching for him, searching for the villain of his story, his breath racing about his lungs with anxiety. What was going to happen to him?
He could taste blood within that scent trail, and he was half inclined to follow it. He was the closest thing the golden eye had to a medic, and he didn't exactly mind that, but it also meant that the decision to seek out this scent was his. Biting his lip as he stood there, mud squishing between his toes as he kneaded at the ground in his uncertainty, weighing his options. The birds wheeling above and settling on nearby trees did nothing to ease his worries. Head turning, he looked up to the dying sky and made his decision. He'd look for the owner of this scent, even though his instincts were screaming to run away, the owner vaguely coming to mind. Hell, he'd been in his mind for days, for years since the incident.
Taking a deep breath, he would leave one more scent marker before putting a paw over the border, jumping at the suddenly raucous cawing and shrieking from the ravens and crows. Eyes flying up to his personal symphony calling for his death, his ears laid back to his head. He wasn't scared. He was the grim of the God of Death - death was a customary thing to him, as normal to him as a new life was born. He wasn't scared of death or anything that followed it. If he met his end here, then that meant that there was a purpose, and with the god's blessing, he would continue to live on.
Shaking his head to clear his cloudy head, he began to track the scent trail with a curl of his tail. It was a canine scent, under everything else. He could only remember Damion and his teeth, the vision of Tsundoku's teeth flashing in his mind's eye. Shaking in his place, he took a few breaths to calm his suddenly racing heart as the memories called back to him. The birds around him started to scream louder and louder as the realization hit him. this scent belonged to tsundoku! Quick came the scramble to escape, to get as far away as he could from his ex-lover. The years had only proven to him that the relationship couldn't be fixed after that attack, though he had tried his hardest. He knew it wasn't safe any longer, but he couldn't lead the other back to camp. It was night time and few of them had excellent night time sight.
His voice came out on a tiny gasp, causinghim more pain than anything and likely alerting the other to his presence. He had slipped in the mud, mud coating his face and covering his eyes and paws as he tried to scrape it away so he could see. Trembljng as he tried to clean his vision, his ears shaking as they rotated, searching for him, searching for the villain of his story, his breath racing about his lungs with anxiety. What was going to happen to him?
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