AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The cries of the desperate NPCs reached his ears, his skin pricking beneath his fur. Fragglerock. His son. He wasn't his yet, but that boy was his son. Stiff the legs that followed the group in, his eyes narrowed and tail lashing. He doubted he'd heard right. They let the child go out on his own, even with a child's promise. Fraggle was a child and trusted others too easily. A child was decisive until it became scary. There was no new trace of his son in camp. The fur along his spine was twitching and ruffling, cold gray eyes darkening the further he listened.
He could feel an anger, a rage that boiled deep inside his heart, roaring and beating through him. it was vicious as the instincts he held in check. His body might be smaller but he'd been a soldier and a guardian of the god of death. The wars he'd long left behind itched under his coat. They'd taken his son, the one person he should be able to protect. They'd taken an innocent child, even if he had gone to their border. He couldn't calm the flame of rage in his chest, narrow slitted pupils holding Arlo in their view as his tail lashed.
His words weren't necessary. He didn't need to be allowed to go. This was his family, a person he was sworn to protect. If he was told to stay behind, he would ignore such an order. He would go by himself if forbidden to go. Pebbles rattled around his paws, Gladiolus flowers exploding into life upon his shoulders and around his paws. "I'll move alone if I'm made to stay behind." he attempted to announce. It wasn't a threat - it was a direct promise.
He could feel an anger, a rage that boiled deep inside his heart, roaring and beating through him. it was vicious as the instincts he held in check. His body might be smaller but he'd been a soldier and a guardian of the god of death. The wars he'd long left behind itched under his coat. They'd taken his son, the one person he should be able to protect. They'd taken an innocent child, even if he had gone to their border. He couldn't calm the flame of rage in his chest, narrow slitted pupils holding Arlo in their view as his tail lashed.
His words weren't necessary. He didn't need to be allowed to go. This was his family, a person he was sworn to protect. If he was told to stay behind, he would ignore such an order. He would go by himself if forbidden to go. Pebbles rattled around his paws, Gladiolus flowers exploding into life upon his shoulders and around his paws. "I'll move alone if I'm made to stay behind." he attempted to announce. It wasn't a threat - it was a direct promise.
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THE FLOWER BURNS