- Jun 9, 2022
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There is something he is distinctly lacking. Not namely, any particular thing β though, feverfew would be nice β but rather the general, all encompassing thing that is a cure, a thing which, he believes ought to be a sight for sore eyes with all the trouble it is putting him through. There are far fewer mouths to feed water to than moss is needed to be scraped up by his claws, and yetβ¦
Dawnglare has taken to pestering this bag of bones while he is still alive. " Has catmint done a thing? " his voice bleeds of something like fretful irritation, the disgruntled swish of his tail rustling unkempt piles of herbs. It had been a special sort of organization before β the sort that only he could comprehend, but as this new sickness sprung, it has truly devolved into into madness. " Could it mend your mind at least? " Nose dry. Fever still. His eyes may well water from the sickly aura around the elder.
Bone - white paws scrap at a flowering herb strewn across his floor. He hasnβt a clue what it does, and perhaps would not for awhile longer. Jaw clenched, he refuses to take eyes off the heap of sickness for too, too long. Grasping aimlessly for a moment, and then thrusting them forward. " Eat this. " Flowering thing with star - like petals and jagged leaves. He prays he was not too far along to forget the working of his own jaws
Dawnglare has taken to pestering this bag of bones while he is still alive. " Has catmint done a thing? " his voice bleeds of something like fretful irritation, the disgruntled swish of his tail rustling unkempt piles of herbs. It had been a special sort of organization before β the sort that only he could comprehend, but as this new sickness sprung, it has truly devolved into into madness. " Could it mend your mind at least? " Nose dry. Fever still. His eyes may well water from the sickly aura around the elder.
Bone - white paws scrap at a flowering herb strewn across his floor. He hasnβt a clue what it does, and perhaps would not for awhile longer. Jaw clenched, he refuses to take eyes off the heap of sickness for too, too long. Grasping aimlessly for a moment, and then thrusting them forward. " Eat this. " Flowering thing with star - like petals and jagged leaves. He prays he was not too far along to forget the working of his own jaws
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- OOC: its yarrow LMFAO <3 please wait for @M. MOUSER
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