banana cube - visitors, open

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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his gaze had been unwavering, fixated on auberon the entire time, head occasionally tilting in thought to one of the others' responses. the sage offered for them to follow to chat in a better place, the hellhound rose to his paws swiftly and yawned, bones visibly creaking and shifting as they slid into place as he got up. he noticed two others, flanking their host, but made no comment to their words nor appearances.
he made a point that the mountains were dangerous when dark and that they would be willing to shelter their alliance party until the morrow. damion let his gaze wander to arlo, gently bumping his shoulder with a nod. "best to accept their offer. we don't know their territory nor their enemies. i can protect you if they want to attack." the words were very quiet, words meant for arlo's ears only.

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INNER CIRCLE - SPEECH - THOUGHTS - TAGS

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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He would remain a silent force, watching the proceedings with quiet eyes. Gaze taking in the Tasmanian devil and the dire wolf pup before lingering on the large akhlut. His ears swiveled to catch different sounds. He was here mainly as another physical guard for Arlo, a position similar to Damion in guarding their Vanguard in potential enemy territory.

The akhlut's words made his ears twitch as he moved closer to Arlo, taking in a customary glance of the territory around them. He stood up, shaking his fur out as he motioned to walk closer to Auberon. He could feel the weight in his words. Squinting up at the strange beast, he would blink before circling back to Arlo and remaining there. The mountains could be dangerous if they weren't prepared. He could understand the other's wariness. Strength provided results after all.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.