AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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soft the gentle breath as he read the body behavior of the other. uncertain. uneasy. he knew those feelings, once upon a time, had he felt the same. gentle the puff of air as his body settled in the grass, on his stomach. withdrawn from his satchel lay his notebook, scrawling in a somewhat tidy script, hoping that the other could read, What name? I am Aesior. Goldne Golden Eye is home. Like village. Group. Many otrs others. Lost? would read his words, mis-spelled words crossed out. it was hard to write in the book, for him at least, but being mute left him with little else to explain himself with. Setting down his pencil, he would wince as he looked at the paw he had written with, the nerves having crossed over and caused it to go numb. disappointed in himself, he would remain laying on the ground, a position far easier to write in.
if the other posed a threat, a threat he did not feel, vincent was there, and well, he was quick enough to grab his dagger from his satchel. for the time being, and hopefully not needed, it remained within his satchel at the bottom, more for ceremonial use than for active combat though it worked fine for the rare occasion. turning gray eyes back to deucalion, he would tip his head slightly, maw opening to draw his scent inquisitively. setting the faint sickeningly sweet scent aside, he filed him away within his mind, tail flicking through the grass at small ants that tried to make their way onto it.
if the other posed a threat, a threat he did not feel, vincent was there, and well, he was quick enough to grab his dagger from his satchel. for the time being, and hopefully not needed, it remained within his satchel at the bottom, more for ceremonial use than for active combat though it worked fine for the rare occasion. turning gray eyes back to deucalion, he would tip his head slightly, maw opening to draw his scent inquisitively. setting the faint sickeningly sweet scent aside, he filed him away within his mind, tail flicking through the grass at small ants that tried to make their way onto it.
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