AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Quiet came the mute to follow the steps of those who walked before him, a new scent to the air bringing him to be curious. Stepping behind Damion, he looked the king cheetah over before his gaze crossed the wound on his shoulder. Ears flicking back slightly, he padded up to Mercury only to put his weight on his back legs and stand up with his paws tucked close to take a better look at the wound. He was no medic but he knew his way with some medicines. Laying one ear down, he tipped his head as he sniffed it from a distance away, nose wrinkling. It ought to be treated before an infection could start
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