AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Silence that followed the tom was natural, though as they finished their question period and headed up, the silence grew tense. He kept far away from Damion - he wanted nothing to do with the canine. Eyes focused on the path and the climb, he would move swiftly yet firmly, half tempted to make the path harder for Damion to climb. He shook his head, wasting energy like that wasn't s good idea in case they need it inside.
Coming to stand next to Arlo, his ears swiveling as he looked into the mouth of the earth, nose twitching as he trained his senses on the opening. Body stiff as he did a quick scan, his muscles would relax. He should go at the front to determine the safety of the rock and tunnel structure. Looking at Arlo for a moment, he would shake his head. He had no more questions, he was just itching to crawl into the belly of the earth, to return to an element that his elemental resonated with. It was like returning home for him.
Coming to stand next to Arlo, his ears swiveling as he looked into the mouth of the earth, nose twitching as he trained his senses on the opening. Body stiff as he did a quick scan, his muscles would relax. He should go at the front to determine the safety of the rock and tunnel structure. Looking at Arlo for a moment, he would shake his head. He had no more questions, he was just itching to crawl into the belly of the earth, to return to an element that his elemental resonated with. It was like returning home for him.
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THE FLOWER BURNS