04-01-2022, 08:17 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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the scent of blood, a much tinnier scent than that of metal to the wanderer, caught his attention all too quickly. head lifting from the mud he had all but been playing with, his nose twitching and whiskers shivering as he drew in the scent in the air before quickly deducting it came from the sunset hued husky trapped in his scavenge. before he had the chance to process it, concern entered his chest as did the memory of vincent when he had sliced his paw with his dagger so many years before this time. blinking twice before he cautiously made to move away from the mud, wishing so sorely that he still had his satchel on him, if he did, perhaps he would be able to tend the stranger's injury, mild as it was. he hated leaving wounds unaddressed, too many had been lost to rot they did not seek help for.
licking down the fur upon his chest that had begun to rise, the tom twitched his ears anxiously for a moment before staring upon zjarr. doodling? well, he supposed that some would see his act of scribbling an adequate attempt at doodling. shaking his head as if to answer his question, letting him come closer before laughter shook his shoulders, leaving the tom shaking his head and his whiskers trembling in non-vocalized laughter.
why would he live here in this junkyard? no way in hell, not even with the nice sunning spots all around its expanse when it wasn't pissing rain or baking him alive even in his short coat. humor still thrumming through his frame, he would pass his paw over the mud and efficiently cross out the words he'd made before scrawling away once more. 'not here. territory is bigger around. too much stink for me. is your paw ok?', he would tip his head once as he looked up at the husky with a muddy paw gesturing to his cut paw.
shaking out his body with a dark smile on his maw, 'speaking is something i wish that i could do. i care not what you take, you are no threat to me.', he continued with his claws in the mud before pausing.
'blacksmith?', he asked, peering at the husky once more with a critical eye. if he had his forge here, he would have done similar to what zjarr was doing now, scavenging for usable metals. well that, and he had a small stash set aside for himself for the time that he would eventually travel back into the lands of the lost and attempt to free the remains of his now overgrown forge. there was a faint longing in his gaze at that, shaking it off not too long after, 'what do you do with them if not?', curiosity killed the cat after all.
adding colors to his writing to make it easier to see //
licking down the fur upon his chest that had begun to rise, the tom twitched his ears anxiously for a moment before staring upon zjarr. doodling? well, he supposed that some would see his act of scribbling an adequate attempt at doodling. shaking his head as if to answer his question, letting him come closer before laughter shook his shoulders, leaving the tom shaking his head and his whiskers trembling in non-vocalized laughter.
why would he live here in this junkyard? no way in hell, not even with the nice sunning spots all around its expanse when it wasn't pissing rain or baking him alive even in his short coat. humor still thrumming through his frame, he would pass his paw over the mud and efficiently cross out the words he'd made before scrawling away once more. 'not here. territory is bigger around. too much stink for me. is your paw ok?', he would tip his head once as he looked up at the husky with a muddy paw gesturing to his cut paw.
shaking out his body with a dark smile on his maw, 'speaking is something i wish that i could do. i care not what you take, you are no threat to me.', he continued with his claws in the mud before pausing.
'blacksmith?', he asked, peering at the husky once more with a critical eye. if he had his forge here, he would have done similar to what zjarr was doing now, scavenging for usable metals. well that, and he had a small stash set aside for himself for the time that he would eventually travel back into the lands of the lost and attempt to free the remains of his now overgrown forge. there was a faint longing in his gaze at that, shaking it off not too long after, 'what do you do with them if not?', curiosity killed the cat after all.
adding colors to his writing to make it easier to see //
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