03-22-2022, 06:23 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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his own ears peeled back at the sound his claws emitted against the sheet of metal. that wasn't well thought through. instead, now sheathing his claws, shaking out the paw as it felt as if the bones in his body had lost all trace of strength. shaking out his entire body in response, gaze darting around for something to write on. well, he really wasn't thinking today, huh? blinking at the husky, taken a bit aback, not by his size or anything but the memory that just about knocked him on his arse. not that the husky before him was in the memory, just that the way he had turned to face him had brought up a long buried memory.
shaking his head as his ears stood up, looking at the husky for a moment too long, registering his words. right. not everyone was mute and had their throat fucked up because of a vicious ex-lover. blinking, bringing himself back from the brain-dead state that he was in, gaze finally landing on a piece of open ground, albeit muddy but open without major junk items. looking at the husky for a moment before turning towards the patch, shaking his head when asked if zjarr was in his way. not so much in his way as in a place he probably shouldn't be, but he could respect the scavenger. he also knew his scent was pretty masked by the pungent scent surrounding them both.
reaching the muddy patch of dirt, hoping that he would see it before moving on. ears swiveling as he heard his words about finding a new pile to sort through. shit. well, here's hoping. quickly extending a claw and scratching at the muddy surface of the junkyard ground, 'i can't talk, sorry. what are you doing? junkyard has group in control.', he knew that his paws were going to be screaming at him later in protest for the extensive scrawling in the dirt, but his notebook was still missing and that was less than helpful to him. hoping now that zjarr would even glimpse at his messy scratching, not wanting any other tangler to come across him and potentially pick a fight because he was in the junkyard.
what the tom found most odd was the husky picking through and selecting only viable metals that suited his taste. he would do much the same when he had selected pieces to use in his own forge in a place now long over-grown and abandoned for the last two years, haunted by ghosts of a time so long ago now. what was the other going to use these selected metals for? he truly didn't have the right to ask but he was curious, and the sight of him picking them out made his own paws itch for those long ago times when his friends and family had gathered near every time the forge was active. a sense of longing filled him, paw reaching up to his ear to touch the twin rings piercing the soft flesh - a memory of an even more distant past, a time before he'd found himself a home in the beyond. those rings were scratched and scored, worked upon with love, items he had made himself for an eternally missing face and voice in his life, a companion he would never come across again.
shaking his head as his ears stood up, looking at the husky for a moment too long, registering his words. right. not everyone was mute and had their throat fucked up because of a vicious ex-lover. blinking, bringing himself back from the brain-dead state that he was in, gaze finally landing on a piece of open ground, albeit muddy but open without major junk items. looking at the husky for a moment before turning towards the patch, shaking his head when asked if zjarr was in his way. not so much in his way as in a place he probably shouldn't be, but he could respect the scavenger. he also knew his scent was pretty masked by the pungent scent surrounding them both.
reaching the muddy patch of dirt, hoping that he would see it before moving on. ears swiveling as he heard his words about finding a new pile to sort through. shit. well, here's hoping. quickly extending a claw and scratching at the muddy surface of the junkyard ground, 'i can't talk, sorry. what are you doing? junkyard has group in control.', he knew that his paws were going to be screaming at him later in protest for the extensive scrawling in the dirt, but his notebook was still missing and that was less than helpful to him. hoping now that zjarr would even glimpse at his messy scratching, not wanting any other tangler to come across him and potentially pick a fight because he was in the junkyard.
what the tom found most odd was the husky picking through and selecting only viable metals that suited his taste. he would do much the same when he had selected pieces to use in his own forge in a place now long over-grown and abandoned for the last two years, haunted by ghosts of a time so long ago now. what was the other going to use these selected metals for? he truly didn't have the right to ask but he was curious, and the sight of him picking them out made his own paws itch for those long ago times when his friends and family had gathered near every time the forge was active. a sense of longing filled him, paw reaching up to his ear to touch the twin rings piercing the soft flesh - a memory of an even more distant past, a time before he'd found himself a home in the beyond. those rings were scratched and scored, worked upon with love, items he had made himself for an eternally missing face and voice in his life, a companion he would never come across again.
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