AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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well that sucked balls. he understood having to wait for a higher up to permit him, but the Tom was tired and weary and he just wanted somewhere to rest, some place to call home again. Home was something he hadn't had access to in years, home was a mystery to him now. Nodding after a moment of listening to their words, wincing at a pain acting up in his chest. Turning his head to cough to try to clear the pain, a shiver running through the small tabby. taking a deep breath through his mouth, he held it before exhaling.
What could he give to this group to prove his worthiness? Well, he had his smithy and forge but those were all long abandoned and probably mostly overgrown truth be told. Would there be members of his last group still in the area? Pain flashed through his eyes at the memories of those he'd left behind to go out trading, and those who had disappeared when he had returned to a desolate home, his loved ones long gone. Sitting there, his head bowed in a tired acceptance, fighting back the tears that tried to well. Arlo, Fraggelrock, Seth, hell even Damion and Cleopatra. They all felt like home, a place he'd finally belonged. Now they were gone and here he was, trying to start again. Ragged the breath he inhaled and exhaled, looking at the two kindly faces.
They didn't know who he was, and neither did he know who they were. That was the nature of things, as most it always was. He couldn't help the small blossoms of begonia and puffs of willow that began to sprout upon his shoulders and back like a cape of greenery. He was sad, he knew he was. Looking at the bark at his paws before hesitantly he clawed into its surface, who is Luminary? Names?, the way it was written might come across rude but it was much easier to write small sentences or words, they got the point across so much faster than longer articulated words and sentences.
What could he give to this group to prove his worthiness? Well, he had his smithy and forge but those were all long abandoned and probably mostly overgrown truth be told. Would there be members of his last group still in the area? Pain flashed through his eyes at the memories of those he'd left behind to go out trading, and those who had disappeared when he had returned to a desolate home, his loved ones long gone. Sitting there, his head bowed in a tired acceptance, fighting back the tears that tried to well. Arlo, Fraggelrock, Seth, hell even Damion and Cleopatra. They all felt like home, a place he'd finally belonged. Now they were gone and here he was, trying to start again. Ragged the breath he inhaled and exhaled, looking at the two kindly faces.
They didn't know who he was, and neither did he know who they were. That was the nature of things, as most it always was. He couldn't help the small blossoms of begonia and puffs of willow that began to sprout upon his shoulders and back like a cape of greenery. He was sad, he knew he was. Looking at the bark at his paws before hesitantly he clawed into its surface, who is Luminary? Names?, the way it was written might come across rude but it was much easier to write small sentences or words, they got the point across so much faster than longer articulated words and sentences.
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THE FLOWER BURNS