AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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tapping, stepping, tip-toeing. how he hated the feel of mud between his toes and getting stuck between his pads. quiet exasperated sigh, pelt bushed against the cold as he padded into the perimeter of Tanglewood's borders, the merchant all but silent except for the occasional sucking of mud about his paws, ears swiveling as he listened to the sounds around him in a constant check for danger. his heart was a-pounding in his chest, feeble that heart, the traveler's body trembling as he kept himself in a constant state of high alert.
this was not a favorable situation, the swamps having taken his satchel and with it his notebook full of his language. being mute was certainly not looking to be in his greatest favor at the moment, but when did it ever really? shaking his head as a bug flew past his ear, wide green-gray eyes following it in it's path as some part of his senses awakened and caused the tabby to follow the small bug to sturdier ground. pausing to shake out his paws and lick down his ruffled chest fur, the mute would turn his head before sitting down on the boardwalk he had stumbled across.
cautiously, he rolled a pebble with his paws before taking it in both and cracking it down on the wood, aiming for the nails holding the wood together, hoping for the resulting sound to catch someone's attention. tail nervously flicking behind him, gazing around and drawing in scents with quiet and quick exhales. he'd heard about a group living in the swamp, and it had been part of his journey and well, this swamp was beginning to feel a bit more like home as strange as it was - more like the swamps he'd traveled a long long time ago when he'd been a bigger threat than just a mute tabby cat with claws.
this was not a favorable situation, the swamps having taken his satchel and with it his notebook full of his language. being mute was certainly not looking to be in his greatest favor at the moment, but when did it ever really? shaking his head as a bug flew past his ear, wide green-gray eyes following it in it's path as some part of his senses awakened and caused the tabby to follow the small bug to sturdier ground. pausing to shake out his paws and lick down his ruffled chest fur, the mute would turn his head before sitting down on the boardwalk he had stumbled across.
cautiously, he rolled a pebble with his paws before taking it in both and cracking it down on the wood, aiming for the nails holding the wood together, hoping for the resulting sound to catch someone's attention. tail nervously flicking behind him, gazing around and drawing in scents with quiet and quick exhales. he'd heard about a group living in the swamp, and it had been part of his journey and well, this swamp was beginning to feel a bit more like home as strange as it was - more like the swamps he'd traveled a long long time ago when he'd been a bigger threat than just a mute tabby cat with claws.
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THE FLOWER BURNS