AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Aesior himself wasn't far, luckily for Sethiram, his daily patrol taking him across the territory at a fair trot. The heat of the sun was enough to drive him to the waterfall as his closest place of hydration. Approaching, he couldn't help the surprised bristle of his fur, gray eyes landing on the boy who had changed somewhat physically. He wasn't in his regular tomcat body, standing instead in his lion body. Tail swaying as he paused before approaching a bit quicker, "Sethiram.", the grim called out, his head tipping softly to the side, "Are you alright?", he asked, voice rumbling.
Gaze on the dark scales on his face and the teeth protruding from his mouth. It seemed like the boy's body was changing. His gaze narrowed softly. He'd said something about gods when he'd come to them. He was able to catch his words, eyes narrowing a bit further. He was asking where he was. The sense of anger quietly building in his chest tightened, not anger at the child, but some sort of rage towards the gods, both his own and the ones that the boy knew. "You're home, little one." he would speak, stopping in front of him, extending his neck to sniff at him. "Are you in pain?", his gaze moved over the expansion of scales. Arlo might be the best in this manner, considering the vanguard himself was draconic. Maybe he had some clues on how to deal with scales? Maybe an oiling would relieve any pain or itchiness if the scales itched.
Gaze on the dark scales on his face and the teeth protruding from his mouth. It seemed like the boy's body was changing. His gaze narrowed softly. He'd said something about gods when he'd come to them. He was able to catch his words, eyes narrowing a bit further. He was asking where he was. The sense of anger quietly building in his chest tightened, not anger at the child, but some sort of rage towards the gods, both his own and the ones that the boy knew. "You're home, little one." he would speak, stopping in front of him, extending his neck to sniff at him. "Are you in pain?", his gaze moved over the expansion of scales. Arlo might be the best in this manner, considering the vanguard himself was draconic. Maybe he had some clues on how to deal with scales? Maybe an oiling would relieve any pain or itchiness if the scales itched.
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THE FLOWER BURNS