03-22-2022, 05:41 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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looking back up to the faces, nodding as he made a mental note of kiara's scent, face and name. this was who she was, and he just had to remember it, so he wouldn't forget the next time they met. yes, the small bodied feline was tired, and the sadness pulled itself to the surface. how embarrassing it was to almost breakdown into tears in front of so many other faces he knew little about. taking a breath to calm the volatile feelings in his chest, feelings he hadn't thought much about since his discovery. it had been two years, he should be past it by now.
twisting as he caught a new scent, gaze landing on the woman making her way towards them, the tigress' body making him almost wince in sympathy. the small bodied grim could understand the pain of a body that didn't work the way you needed it to. firefly. this was the luminary before him. dipping his head in greeting, offering a weary smile of his own. amaryllis flowers blossomed on his shoulders next, this tigress was of interest to him. perhaps the suffering of another soul wasn't so far from his own, not that this body was so badly ... injured as her own. one with a body that didn't work as she pleased, and one with a voice that would never be spoken with again.
rest? he would love to rest, he'd love to find his place here. nodding softly at her words, wishing he had his satchel, it made communicating so much easier than anything else. the mute tom was more than happy to take the suggestion of rest, his tail curling about his paws. would he be a good fit? he hoped so.
// amaryllis - of interest/unique //
twisting as he caught a new scent, gaze landing on the woman making her way towards them, the tigress' body making him almost wince in sympathy. the small bodied grim could understand the pain of a body that didn't work the way you needed it to. firefly. this was the luminary before him. dipping his head in greeting, offering a weary smile of his own. amaryllis flowers blossomed on his shoulders next, this tigress was of interest to him. perhaps the suffering of another soul wasn't so far from his own, not that this body was so badly ... injured as her own. one with a body that didn't work as she pleased, and one with a voice that would never be spoken with again.
rest? he would love to rest, he'd love to find his place here. nodding softly at her words, wishing he had his satchel, it made communicating so much easier than anything else. the mute tom was more than happy to take the suggestion of rest, his tail curling about his paws. would he be a good fit? he hoped so.
// amaryllis - of interest/unique //
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THE FLOWER BURNS