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AESIOR OPHELES

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

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the hiss from sethiram had not fallen upon deaf ears, he knew the emotions behind it well enough. patting at his chest, still feeling the dredges of adrenaline rushing through him, his ears swiveling back and forth as sethiram spoke to him, before laying back as heard the approach of the wyvern. turning his head to look at cory, nodding his head in greeting to the creature before turning back to sethiram and scratching at the ground. 'it's fine as long as you're safe, seth. i've missed you, my boy.', he would scrabble into the soft ground under his paws.

it took everything in the tom not to investigate seth for injuries and new scars, his eyes skimming the other tom over in a concerned fashion. insane? was he? he didn't know the answer to that, in all honesty. 'i'm not insane. i just can't stand seeing you get hurt. are you okay? are you hurt? i'm just happy i can see you again.', the pain of finding the empty camp was no less strong as it was as the day he'd discovered the abandoned camp. breath catching in his lungs for a while, gaze darkening as he stared at the ground with the ghosts of the past chasing each other through his mind. stepping forward in an attempt to lick seth's forehead fur, and touch his nose to the younger tom's ear,. the tom couldn't chase away the fearful imaginations that had plagued him for so long since those two years in the past. finally turning to face cory, licking his chest fur down, he would write once more, 'i know him. i think he's here to join us.', he hadn't seen the wyvern before but there were always new faces around, that and he was often out traveling.

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#psychosocial.