SPACE SONG // LoTS Visit

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

the sounds of two voices would reach him, one he had not heard before, and the other belonging to seven. it almost seemed a coincidence that they would be running into each other more often. he wasn't a stranger to cory's disappearance, he could only hope that their newest luminary, as he was told, was doing alright and looking after himself. breath stuttering in aesior's lungs as he fought off a sneeze, head down as he stumbled across the scene with the sound of his sneeze echoing.

rubbing at his nose with a paw, the tom inhaled as another sneeze ripped its way from him, earning a disgusted face from him. scent flowed over him at the same time, the foxy scent of sylvester causing his fur to rise on end. 'another fox? how many more must there be?', he couldn't help the thought as he raised his head finally, nose running as he tried to sniff. staring at sylvester, the tom was frozen in his tracks at the sight of the gray being, his fur half-raised, mindful only of vintara's closeness to the fox. he wanted to warn him of the danger of being close to a stranger but he was half frozen with a fear he hated. he had to rely on seven being the one to help vintara if shit hit the fan with this ... visitor.

use your anger. he's the enemy, a voice whispered in his ear, ears flattening as he began to pant, legs shaking. i don't want to die!, shrieked another, causing his fur to rise all the way as a silent hiss left the veiled tom. he couldn't escape the voices echoing in his ears, shaking as their voices filled his ears in a cacophony, nearly driving him to the ground with the pain it instilled in his head.

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

credit @/teef