AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The land was weary beneath his paws, his gaze sharp as he looked around. He had his own reasons to be out on patrol, and so it sent him out on the daily. Usually he'd be patrolling near camp so that any of the other members could find him if Fraggle needed him. Today, he needed to wander further to sate the warning bells in his head. It had been too silent since Fraggle's kidnapping. It hadn't happened on their land but his son had still gone missing. An irritated growl rumbled silently through the tom, back in his domestic body rather than his lion. The grim was too tired to maintain his favored form, finding it easier to wear the smaller one.
A voice called out, ears swiveling. Ah. He'd been headed towards the border out of habit, usually the place he'd loop back or start on some other path. Gods above, his paws hurt. Hearing Arlo's voice, the talonguard approached behind Cleopatra, gaze on the strangely colored woman upon the border, blinking quietly. If anything they were there to help this stranger, or to provide support to Arlo should it be requested. He merely dipped his head in greeting to Sojourn, gaze resting near her, staring off into space as he waited for her response.
A voice called out, ears swiveling. Ah. He'd been headed towards the border out of habit, usually the place he'd loop back or start on some other path. Gods above, his paws hurt. Hearing Arlo's voice, the talonguard approached behind Cleopatra, gaze on the strangely colored woman upon the border, blinking quietly. If anything they were there to help this stranger, or to provide support to Arlo should it be requested. He merely dipped his head in greeting to Sojourn, gaze resting near her, staring off into space as he waited for her response.
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THE FLOWER BURNS