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In his maw were clasped a bunch of blood-red flowers tossed with dusk-purple heather. As Mallow trotted across the territory, blackened paws hitting the ground with glass-smashing intent, a discordant hum struggled past his mouthful of stems. His song was tuneless and barely identifiable even as idle singing, but to Mallow there was hardly a difference. Flower-stalks bled bitter onto his tongue, pierced by his smile; but they were offerings to something lost, they needed not be pristine.
He had been intending on making a beeline- but his bouquet was lacklustre, and that realisation struck him as a path of yellow-petalled blooms snagged his periphery. One side-quest, and then onward he would go- the grave was not far from here anyways, only ten or so tail-lengths. Gently, gently, he set his pre-gathered flowers to the ground and began to wrench some of the yellow ones from the pale grass- they could have been buttercups, or tansy, or... ah, he'd never been good at botany. Perhaps he'd ask his mother when he next saw her.
He had been intending on making a beeline- but his bouquet was lacklustre, and that realisation struck him as a path of yellow-petalled blooms snagged his periphery. One side-quest, and then onward he would go- the grave was not far from here anyways, only ten or so tail-lengths. Gently, gently, he set his pre-gathered flowers to the ground and began to wrench some of the yellow ones from the pale grass- they could have been buttercups, or tansy, or... ah, he'd never been good at botany. Perhaps he'd ask his mother when he next saw her.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
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