AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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He was the last to show up currently, too far to have heard the screams until they echoed outside the bounds of camp. Tom charging back to camp, his gaze slipping and sliding over bodies in the way, shouldering his way through as he listened to the words. Something about gods. His heart clenched for the boy, finally allowed through the crowd by dispersing bodies. He noticed the paper and pencils, blinking slowly as he let the situation sink in.
He'd been late but the conversation of gods .... yes, the gods were horrible. most of them were, and most of them didn't care for the mortals or disposed of immortals that they cast out from their society. Exhaling softly, lingering in the back. He doubted he would know the gods this one spoke of but he served for his own God of death. The gods were cruel. Shaking his paw slightly as it twinged, watching with soft eyes. "I'm sorry little one. We will protect you from them.", he tried to offer comfort with telepathy.
He'd been late but the conversation of gods .... yes, the gods were horrible. most of them were, and most of them didn't care for the mortals or disposed of immortals that they cast out from their society. Exhaling softly, lingering in the back. He doubted he would know the gods this one spoke of but he served for his own God of death. The gods were cruel. Shaking his paw slightly as it twinged, watching with soft eyes. "I'm sorry little one. We will protect you from them.", he tried to offer comfort with telepathy.
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