please sir, can i have some more ;; visitor

[aesior]

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

So the Pitt, huh? That was interesting, that something so tiny would hail from such a hot clime. Ears swiveling as he heard Atticus' arrival and questions, slowly rolling to put weight on one side of his body to give the tabby his attention. Flicking his tail, he would curl it against his hind legs, observing the situation and thinking. Writing once again, stretching his claws after after finishing, 'We give seeds. Few don't hurt.', writing longer messages caused his tendons and nerves to hurt more than it was worth in honesty.

It brought him back to the thought of trying to communicate with others by thinking thoughts into their heads, which by all rights, felt a wrong thing to do unless they were consenting of course. He would listen to Atticus's words, tail unfurling and refurling, curious about the state of the other group. Things had been too silent as of late, and hopefully the silence meant good things not bad. Tanglewood wasn't prepared for the destruction a war would cause.

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

credit @/teef