AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — no more begging for the bench to call you clean
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The voice made him quake and shiver, his breath caught harshly in his throat. He was scared, oh so scared. Shaking as he held his breath, knowing the sound of thunder could cover it but he didn't dare move. What in the hell was he doing here!? Why was Tsundoku here!? A choked sob left him, the mute cowering to the ground. Gods be damned, why was he so cowardly!? He could get up and run but he was glued to the ground where he had been before. His heart nearly left out of his chest when the next clap of lightning and thunder came, illuminating the kitsune some distance away.
Tears ran down his face unbidden now. He pressed himself closer to the ground as the ravens and crows wheeled above him, his eyes wide open as he tried to hide his gray furred body in the low bushes he had been passing by. He prayed to the gods that he wouldn't be noticed. If he wasn't noticed, he could escape. These hopes were dashed as a raven dive-bombed him at the flash of lightning, its talons raking through his fur. The tom flattened himself further to the ground, tears in his eyes as another raven dove down, scoring his shoulders with it's talons, effectively creating a wound. His blood would permeate the air, hot against the chill of the rain upon his fur.
He threw his gaze in the last place he'd seen Tsundoku, praying he hadn't caught the scent of blood. If he had, it didn't mean anything good for the grim. Nothing good at all. If the other was still as cruel as he remembered in that fateful attack .... swallowing anxiously, he tried to back up slowly, hating that there was a hill behind him. He'd be seen if he was to streak back up it but he hadn't extended his patrols past the borders yet. He didn't know this area at all. Turning his body to try and make a quick escape, a muffled screech would leave him, paw slipping into a gopher's hole and twisting, his ragged breathing now audible. His body was sprawled on the ground, the pain and memories teaming up to bear down on him, his scent of terror bleeding through the air.
Tears ran down his face unbidden now. He pressed himself closer to the ground as the ravens and crows wheeled above him, his eyes wide open as he tried to hide his gray furred body in the low bushes he had been passing by. He prayed to the gods that he wouldn't be noticed. If he wasn't noticed, he could escape. These hopes were dashed as a raven dive-bombed him at the flash of lightning, its talons raking through his fur. The tom flattened himself further to the ground, tears in his eyes as another raven dove down, scoring his shoulders with it's talons, effectively creating a wound. His blood would permeate the air, hot against the chill of the rain upon his fur.
He threw his gaze in the last place he'd seen Tsundoku, praying he hadn't caught the scent of blood. If he had, it didn't mean anything good for the grim. Nothing good at all. If the other was still as cruel as he remembered in that fateful attack .... swallowing anxiously, he tried to back up slowly, hating that there was a hill behind him. He'd be seen if he was to streak back up it but he hadn't extended his patrols past the borders yet. He didn't know this area at all. Turning his body to try and make a quick escape, a muffled screech would leave him, paw slipping into a gopher's hole and twisting, his ragged breathing now audible. His body was sprawled on the ground, the pain and memories teaming up to bear down on him, his scent of terror bleeding through the air.
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THE FLOWER BURNS