- Jun 9, 2022
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He nearly can't believe that she isn't one of Blaise's.
Perhaps if he hadn't been there, he would mistake her for such. Cloudbodied with a bright, sunburst face. Thickly-plumed in the face and tail. Attached at the hip of that other one– and, he too sported a painted face and soot-dipped mits. They fed off of each others inane ramblings, squeaking their childish questions unrelentingly, regardless of how they flattened beneath his pinprick gaze. Little monsters, the two of them.
She was alone today.
Nudged forward; offered to him on a silver-tinged platter. The air is different. The same, but not quite. A sort of look he is not prepared for, and is nearly... bothered by. But he does not relent, no. Wielding a too-curled smile and daggered eyes– mashed between the rise of his lips and furrow of his brow– Ears press back, as if displeased. But he isn't, not really. Nor is he as gleeful as his face paints him. Odd mash of conflicting, clashing language. Frustrated narrow of his brow and bright, bright smile, suspicious narrowed gaze and a tail sagged across the ground. A body as unsure as the mind, and... irritated too. Oh, he itches.
"Hi," dragging greeting. Instinctively, his eyes rake for imperfection, defect. Eyes are further slitted at the tentative weight on her paws. Caked and bloody. There's a light of recognition, though, not urgent. He never is. "Here again, and... it doesn't seem s-so... intentional this time... hm?" chittering giggle in his throat, and really, he doesn't know why he's laughing. Flare of breath through his nose, and he's stifling them with tongue against lip. Long pause and a distant look, before he turns to her with a pout. Suddenly sad, so sad, as if he hadn't the resources to press webs to a bloodied paw. Pitying, drooping face. "I'll see what I can do..." spoken sad and dreary before he beckons her closer. Dawn sky and midday sun enveloped in shadows.
Bloody spatter spells to him... cobweb. He does not wait to begin swathing around his paw, and by the time he turns back, he expects to see her settled. Hum along with squinted eyes. "Your paws," commanded with an expectant blink. His lip curls, slight, as he examines their state. Battered and torn... "Mm, Mm–hmm, and how... did this happen?" Pin-pricks are suddenly a scrutinizing stare, wide-eyed without a tilt of his head.
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Perhaps if he hadn't been there, he would mistake her for such. Cloudbodied with a bright, sunburst face. Thickly-plumed in the face and tail. Attached at the hip of that other one– and, he too sported a painted face and soot-dipped mits. They fed off of each others inane ramblings, squeaking their childish questions unrelentingly, regardless of how they flattened beneath his pinprick gaze. Little monsters, the two of them.
She was alone today.
Nudged forward; offered to him on a silver-tinged platter. The air is different. The same, but not quite. A sort of look he is not prepared for, and is nearly... bothered by. But he does not relent, no. Wielding a too-curled smile and daggered eyes– mashed between the rise of his lips and furrow of his brow– Ears press back, as if displeased. But he isn't, not really. Nor is he as gleeful as his face paints him. Odd mash of conflicting, clashing language. Frustrated narrow of his brow and bright, bright smile, suspicious narrowed gaze and a tail sagged across the ground. A body as unsure as the mind, and... irritated too. Oh, he itches.
"Hi," dragging greeting. Instinctively, his eyes rake for imperfection, defect. Eyes are further slitted at the tentative weight on her paws. Caked and bloody. There's a light of recognition, though, not urgent. He never is. "Here again, and... it doesn't seem s-so... intentional this time... hm?" chittering giggle in his throat, and really, he doesn't know why he's laughing. Flare of breath through his nose, and he's stifling them with tongue against lip. Long pause and a distant look, before he turns to her with a pout. Suddenly sad, so sad, as if he hadn't the resources to press webs to a bloodied paw. Pitying, drooping face. "I'll see what I can do..." spoken sad and dreary before he beckons her closer. Dawn sky and midday sun enveloped in shadows.
Bloody spatter spells to him... cobweb. He does not wait to begin swathing around his paw, and by the time he turns back, he expects to see her settled. Hum along with squinted eyes. "Your paws," commanded with an expectant blink. His lip curls, slight, as he examines their state. Battered and torn... "Mm, Mm–hmm, and how... did this happen?" Pin-pricks are suddenly a scrutinizing stare, wide-eyed without a tilt of his head.
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