02-18-2022, 06:25 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The sounds of retching reached his ears, so busily attuned in his own work at the ground before him that he had no idea of the living or dead around himself. He would have had no clue had it not been for the boy coughing and gagging, dragging his attention from the roots and plants he had been pulling from the ground in front of him, his satchel set to the wayside as he worked on gathering new samples.
Gray fur brushed against undergrowth as he walked towards the noises announcing the presence of another living creature, gray-green eyes peering out from behind bushes and leaves, spotting a jaguar cub sitting there with a pool of gross ilk at his paws. Tipping his head quietly, the traveler would purposefully shake his pelt out amongst the thickest branches to create enough noise to hopefully attract the child's attention. Opening his jaws, going to speak before being met by a silence and harsh pain in his own throat. Shit, it was something he would never get used to. There was a major problem here - he couldn't communicate with the child, and he doubted that the child could even read. Ears flattening and laying back in frustration at his lack of voice, muddy paws bringing the traveler forth.
Gaze embracing the child, taking in full the way he swayed with the sounds around him. Hesitating, he sat before him, memories filled with other children both his own and others. There hidden grief laid hidden in his eyes, neatly wrapping his tail about his paws, his satchel set down beside him as he drew from within a journal. Setting it down, looking around with a turn of his head, hoping that someone else might be out in this area that knew how to read and actually, yknow, speak. Otherwise it was a game of pictionary with this child who seemed fairly content with himself.
Gray fur brushed against undergrowth as he walked towards the noises announcing the presence of another living creature, gray-green eyes peering out from behind bushes and leaves, spotting a jaguar cub sitting there with a pool of gross ilk at his paws. Tipping his head quietly, the traveler would purposefully shake his pelt out amongst the thickest branches to create enough noise to hopefully attract the child's attention. Opening his jaws, going to speak before being met by a silence and harsh pain in his own throat. Shit, it was something he would never get used to. There was a major problem here - he couldn't communicate with the child, and he doubted that the child could even read. Ears flattening and laying back in frustration at his lack of voice, muddy paws bringing the traveler forth.
Gaze embracing the child, taking in full the way he swayed with the sounds around him. Hesitating, he sat before him, memories filled with other children both his own and others. There hidden grief laid hidden in his eyes, neatly wrapping his tail about his paws, his satchel set down beside him as he drew from within a journal. Setting it down, looking around with a turn of his head, hoping that someone else might be out in this area that knew how to read and actually, yknow, speak. Otherwise it was a game of pictionary with this child who seemed fairly content with himself.
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THE FLOWER BURNS