SPACE SONG // LoTS Visit

[aesior]

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

the conversation went in one ear and out, fear trembling through his every nerve and muscle, paralyzing him where he was. slowly, the voices faded as he made himself count his heart beats in order to calm down, ears slowly swiveling as he came back to the world of the living, freed of the memories overwhelming him. sylvester's voice was so different from the man from his past, he didn't need to hide away within himself. he didn't need to be as scared as he was, though it wasn't something he could avoid. breathing hard as he struggled within himself and the instinct to flee. the topic of herbs came up, and despite the aloe bursting upon his shoulders, his ears stood up. new herbs?

standing up as he shivered, standing behind seven rather than come closer, ears angled forwards as he spoke of medicines and allegiances. would they be open to making ties with younger groups? looking to seven for her input, he would curl his tail slowly, silently swishing it from side to side as he stared at the fox, trying to move past the fear that made him look away after a second. noticing the change in his body language, he took a half step back, studying his face quickly as his own ears flattened against his head in anxious fear. inhaling as he heard his name, freezing up, shakily nodding. it made him wonder just who this mentor was that he spoke of.

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

credit @/teef