AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The grief filled moments were interrupted by the presence of another approaching. He'd been lost in his thoughts, his mind recounting the scents. How many of them did he personally know? How many of them knew him? It was impossible not to know of the God of Death's reaper. He'd been hated and loved by the other grims - it had always been a constant battle between his opponents and himself for his position attained before their world had ended. The threats had been different then, they hadn't known his weaknesses, they hadn't been able to find anything on him. And then it happened. They found out he had fallen in love with his master.
This was the greatest threat they held against him, his master. Little did they know but the God already knew of his feelings. He had spewed them under the pretense of liquid courage, and then he had run. He had run from the consequences, thinking it best to remove himself. How wrong he had been. The grims couldn't kill their boss, they wee the God of death for a reason after all. Claws now digging into dirt as an ugly and frightening expression slipped over the commonly smiling and warm Visage. They'd hurt one of his, though the raven had not quite been a pet or a slave. He had made a contract with the raven long ago, a lesser version of a grim. The raven and its brethren were servants for the grims, mainly used for communication but they also looked after the grims.
The deceased raven had been his trusted servant. The last he'd seen of the raven had been when he ran. He'd left the raven with the god of death, thinking it safer there. How wrong he was, again. His closest friend outside of his reaper was dead. And it was his fault. His expression only grew stormier and more violent, rage building inside of his chest as his lips were pulled back into an ugly silent snarl, his ears pinning back. It was a declaration of war. A goddamn declaration. They were threatening his new loves ones, his new family and friends. He would kill them, kill them all if they touched a single hair upon anyone here.
It was then that Fraggle's scent and presence reached him through the bloodthirsty fog in his head. The pressure of his small body against his side pulled his attention, the angry Visage dropping into a middle ground, somewhere between upset and a forced smile. He couldn't smile for the boy he considered his son. Shaking his head at his question as he looked at him, dark thoughts filling his head. Those innocent blue eyes were cutting him to the core. This child was in danger because he knew him, because he was there. Because Aesior loved him. His gaze would flick up as a paw touched his side, gaze falling on the jaw that moved without words. The same expression was there, that strangled half smile. His eyes were not wet with tears, they were dark with rage. his notebook wouldn't be able to get his point across.
Taking a breath as he looked between the two before back to the birds that lingered, the snarl that returned to his face. He couldn't tell for sure if they were all servants. He wanted to know that. His gaze returned to the birds before a cold voice would attempt to speak to the other two. "The past arrives. This raven was my comrade, from before I came to The Golden Eye. These other birds are dangerous." He wanted to tell them more, but this was something he had to decide upon.
Were the grims something he could handle on his own? Not in this body, but he was not going to expose his family to the bastards who wanted to hurt him. He swept his gaze back to Vincent and Fragglerock, "If you see a raven or crow, or any bird that is following you, kill them. Do not trust the carrion eaters. I will explain more in time, but trust me.", he couldn't explain it all to them just yet. There were a few things he had to confirm first before he could reveal the whole truth. Returning his gaze to the forgotten letters, he would shudder, "My comrade died for a very bad reason. I got the message, though. One letter is bad, and one is well-intentioned. I should burn them for they are stained in blood." there would be a hint of remorse in his voice as he spoke. He wanted to know the contents of his reaper's letter to him.
This was the greatest threat they held against him, his master. Little did they know but the God already knew of his feelings. He had spewed them under the pretense of liquid courage, and then he had run. He had run from the consequences, thinking it best to remove himself. How wrong he had been. The grims couldn't kill their boss, they wee the God of death for a reason after all. Claws now digging into dirt as an ugly and frightening expression slipped over the commonly smiling and warm Visage. They'd hurt one of his, though the raven had not quite been a pet or a slave. He had made a contract with the raven long ago, a lesser version of a grim. The raven and its brethren were servants for the grims, mainly used for communication but they also looked after the grims.
The deceased raven had been his trusted servant. The last he'd seen of the raven had been when he ran. He'd left the raven with the god of death, thinking it safer there. How wrong he was, again. His closest friend outside of his reaper was dead. And it was his fault. His expression only grew stormier and more violent, rage building inside of his chest as his lips were pulled back into an ugly silent snarl, his ears pinning back. It was a declaration of war. A goddamn declaration. They were threatening his new loves ones, his new family and friends. He would kill them, kill them all if they touched a single hair upon anyone here.
It was then that Fraggle's scent and presence reached him through the bloodthirsty fog in his head. The pressure of his small body against his side pulled his attention, the angry Visage dropping into a middle ground, somewhere between upset and a forced smile. He couldn't smile for the boy he considered his son. Shaking his head at his question as he looked at him, dark thoughts filling his head. Those innocent blue eyes were cutting him to the core. This child was in danger because he knew him, because he was there. Because Aesior loved him. His gaze would flick up as a paw touched his side, gaze falling on the jaw that moved without words. The same expression was there, that strangled half smile. His eyes were not wet with tears, they were dark with rage. his notebook wouldn't be able to get his point across.
Taking a breath as he looked between the two before back to the birds that lingered, the snarl that returned to his face. He couldn't tell for sure if they were all servants. He wanted to know that. His gaze returned to the birds before a cold voice would attempt to speak to the other two. "The past arrives. This raven was my comrade, from before I came to The Golden Eye. These other birds are dangerous." He wanted to tell them more, but this was something he had to decide upon.
Were the grims something he could handle on his own? Not in this body, but he was not going to expose his family to the bastards who wanted to hurt him. He swept his gaze back to Vincent and Fragglerock, "If you see a raven or crow, or any bird that is following you, kill them. Do not trust the carrion eaters. I will explain more in time, but trust me.", he couldn't explain it all to them just yet. There were a few things he had to confirm first before he could reveal the whole truth. Returning his gaze to the forgotten letters, he would shudder, "My comrade died for a very bad reason. I got the message, though. One letter is bad, and one is well-intentioned. I should burn them for they are stained in blood." there would be a hint of remorse in his voice as he spoke. He wanted to know the contents of his reaper's letter to him.
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THE FLOWER BURNS