04-01-2022, 09:29 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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the child's failed attempt at hunting had caught the small tom's attention, having been scrounging around the swamp lands for some form of greenery and herbs, the first shoots of the season having driven him out in search of the new herbs. his most important search was for mallow, as with spring, came the often stomachache and he would prefer to have the herb on hand. inhaling and exhaling to calm the stir of his heart leaping into action within his breast, the tom would shake himself out before turning to find the source of the splash that he had heard.
coming across the sight of ragnar and the young hybrid, he tipped his head before padding closer to join them, dirt covering his muzzle and whiskers, paws stained green by the young plants he had been working with, set into a small basket he had found abandoned in the swamp. setting down his basket, he looked up to ragnar with a twitch of his ears before settling his gaze on the child. speaking was not possible for the smaller grim, but he hoped that his own appearance had softened how harsh ragnar's words might have seemed.
coming across the sight of ragnar and the young hybrid, he tipped his head before padding closer to join them, dirt covering his muzzle and whiskers, paws stained green by the young plants he had been working with, set into a small basket he had found abandoned in the swamp. setting down his basket, he looked up to ragnar with a twitch of his ears before settling his gaze on the child. speaking was not possible for the smaller grim, but he hoped that his own appearance had softened how harsh ragnar's words might have seemed.
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