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HUMBLE MY BONES WITH A CARDIAC
siltpaw | 08 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold color
siltpaw | 08 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally easy | attack in bold color
It is rare that Siltpaw raises her gaze from its focus upon the ground. There is rarely any need to, even less any want to. Things others do so naturally such as eye contact leaves her overwhelmed and uncomfortable, so unless she is seeking out he prey or taking a quick glance to check another's emotions, they rarely leave the dirt beneath her paws. Today however, her gaze is not only turned upwards but settled upon another's, dull green meeting glittering blue-pink. For a moment, she simply sits there in the center of camp, unblinking - there is something almost mesmerizing about them after all, her fascination overwhelming any sense of shame or anxiety that would normally writhe and wriggle uncomfortably within her belly.
'I think they're nice,' an echo of a memory enters her mind. She's older now - so is he, in fact - and yet the sentiment remains the same. There are so few things in life that Silt has felt an appreciation for, a fascination with - Poppypaws vibrancy, Loampaws oddly comfortable presence, Granitepaws unerring ability to express the emotions Siltpaw could never admit to. The taste of of the air after it's rained, the sounds of the birds fluttering through the trees, the light of the moon against untouched snow. And ghostpaws eyes. She's still never seen anything like them, even now - and they continue to catch her attention. Perhaps, she thinks absently, she likes shiny things.
// please wait for @GHOSTPAW - just two weirdos staring at eachother
'I think they're nice,' an echo of a memory enters her mind. She's older now - so is he, in fact - and yet the sentiment remains the same. There are so few things in life that Silt has felt an appreciation for, a fascination with - Poppypaws vibrancy, Loampaws oddly comfortable presence, Granitepaws unerring ability to express the emotions Siltpaw could never admit to. The taste of of the air after it's rained, the sounds of the birds fluttering through the trees, the light of the moon against untouched snow. And ghostpaws eyes. She's still never seen anything like them, even now - and they continue to catch her attention. Perhaps, she thinks absently, she likes shiny things.
// please wait for @GHOSTPAW - just two weirdos staring at eachother
