fire and brimstone | reintroduction

[aesior]

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

the scent of roasting meat drew the tom's attention from where he snoozed in a patch of sunlight, gray flank falling and rising in a disturbed pattern, the peaceful sleep that he should've had, shattered by the dark form of a creature in his dreams. whiskers trembling as he lifted his head, the scent awakening him alongside the soft jingle of metal links, ears swiveling around as the domestic tom searched for the source of the sound and scent. ears focused on the new face he didn't recognize, sleep-blurred eyes soon following until he blinked the sleep away. laying there as he rolled onto his side with an exhale of pain, the mute would watch her with fuzzy curiosity tickling at his mind until he managed to convince himself he didn't know the scent that the female wore.

struggling to get to his paws, in part due to sleep and majorly to the wreckage of his back, pain sparking sharply through his frame. wincing as he finally got up, slowly limping down the stairs of his home, approaching the smoking manticore, his ears swiveling and tail slowly flicking side to side. he kept his head lowered to show that he wasn't a threat, though this encounter could only remind him of the recent incident with ares. shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he shuddered faintly, coming to a stop near her. hopefully, the other was intelligent and could well, read. 'hello. who you? i aesior.', it hurt to write proper sentences, his tendons protesting against the unnatural position for his paw. warm yellow blossoms of daffodil would emerge from the moss and grass that grew upon his shoulders, their full heads facing dazir, a motion of questioning in them. he used flower language and written language to get his words across, searching for someone who knew the sign language that he required most times that few understood. most of it relied on natural body language, but some of it didn't.

// daffodils - questioning-curious //

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

credit @/teef