FIRE AND BRIMSTONE FELL UPON MY EARS ⚘ return home

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

there was an unsteady rhythm in his gait, the lion padding along wearily, dark pelt of pitch and silvers weighing heavily upon his frame, shudders working through him with a gasp of air. a veil covered the lion's muzzle, hiding from sight vicious wounding over his muzzle and jaw, his dark horns peering through dark fur. each step was direct agony, broken leg barely able to take any weight as he limped along, back towards home, mask hiding his face from view, veil protecting the bridge of his nose.

releasing an exhausted breath, he would lift his head to stare at the borders of tanglewood, his heart sitting heavy in his chest. it wasn't too late to turn away now, it wasn't too late to leave for good. weary was the breath as he had to sit down, pelt smelling of blood and injury. he knew that he was being stalked by another creature, though he paid it little attention. if it wanted to make the kill, he'd left them too many openings for it to be that. he had no clue who it was, or why, but it didn't so much as bother him. perhaps it was for the best that he was unattached from the stalker, licking his lips as he sat there to catch his breath. each movement was another agony, so many broken ribs hurting him more than warranted. it had been a month or more and he'd been in healing the entire time, with more recent injuries, or rather, re-opened injuries due to stepping in to stop kidnappers from taking a child.

said child followed after him, taken in by the exhausted grim, though his face had never been shown to the youth. he didn't want to scare this one too. although this child was a canine, he had swallowed his hatred and fear of canids to protect this youngster. swinging his head to look for the pup, he shuddered in pain as his body began to change shape, shrinking in size and the color of his fur changing. soon in the american lion's beastly body's place sat a domestic cat, mask a bit larger in this body but still covering his face, veil dropping to the ground only to be picked up by shaking paws and tucked into his satchel, swapping out the larger mask and replacing it with an appropriate sized one. shoulders hunched as he rested again, pain screaming through every nerve ending. he'd taken as many poppy seeds as he could without losing control of himself again, and many other herbs for the pain and for healing, though his traveling supplies were now obselete and in need of replenishment.

for some reason unbeknownst to himself, aesior had returned to the swamplands, to a land where he thought might be home. looking up through the eyeholes of his mask, he would take a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak to the pup he'd brought home before disappoint threaded through him. there was no ability to speak in this body, unlike in his lion body. getting to his paws with a soft tamp of his back paw against a tree to get his attention, drifting his head towards the border as he limped towards it and over, tail dragging on the ground and each step costing him precious breath. after some difficulties, the tom would lead the way into tanglewood's camp, sticking to the edges of camp. he didn't really want to be seen, he wanted to go back home and get more medicines for himself.

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A PRAYER COMMITED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef