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it was more difficult to avoid him when confined to camp ; one would be a lying fool to say that wasn’t his intention, lounged over the sun - warmed surface of river rock giving him ample room to watch, observe the lead as they busy themself with duties intended for apprentices. there was little room for stuttering tongues and petulant compliance ; an inability to vocalize the grievances that so desperately cling to their tongue, bitten behind childishly clasped jaws — and even less so when he oversees himself, notes lichentail’s movement about camp as he did each camp - bound warrior..
speaking of, smokethroat did lie resting beyond their willow tree.. and not for the first time, his chest sparks a rampant, sudden worry. he prayed to the stars above the dark deputy was truly asleep and not witness to the incessant dip of his sloped head into the maw of their den. as if driven by instinct alone the phantom is already hoisting himself to a lift, to slink fluid from the towering stone with long limbs keeping him balanced as he descends to the pebbled shore beneath. eyes flick in his direction, but the leader moves near silent towards his den. gaze sharp, mind set —
suddenly a shadow casts, and he pauses something abrupt, jagged — and if they were not prepared for it, collision - inducing. should they bump into him or not his mighty tail would curl, flicking pointedly to express his agitation. familiar scent floods his nose and it earns a mere twitch of an ear, angling to listen, " come to lift your great silence? " it’s said near flippantly, lidded icicle eyes twitching back over a slim shoulder, towards the sloping corners of heavy - lashed lids. dark pupils quiver against the light, slit down to glare frigid pools of icewater towards what he could only assume was the same.
speaking of, smokethroat did lie resting beyond their willow tree.. and not for the first time, his chest sparks a rampant, sudden worry. he prayed to the stars above the dark deputy was truly asleep and not witness to the incessant dip of his sloped head into the maw of their den. as if driven by instinct alone the phantom is already hoisting himself to a lift, to slink fluid from the towering stone with long limbs keeping him balanced as he descends to the pebbled shore beneath. eyes flick in his direction, but the leader moves near silent towards his den. gaze sharp, mind set —
suddenly a shadow casts, and he pauses something abrupt, jagged — and if they were not prepared for it, collision - inducing. should they bump into him or not his mighty tail would curl, flicking pointedly to express his agitation. familiar scent floods his nose and it earns a mere twitch of an ear, angling to listen, " come to lift your great silence? " it’s said near flippantly, lidded icicle eyes twitching back over a slim shoulder, towards the sloping corners of heavy - lashed lids. dark pupils quiver against the light, slit down to glare frigid pools of icewater towards what he could only assume was the same.
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i. @lichentail
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˖ ⁺ 。 ˚ ⠀ CICADASTAR⠀⠀
−−−c−−−⠀⠀king of the rivers.
ᨒ gay, mated to smokethroat. smells like wet stone & moss.
ᨒ speaks with a german accent. 50 moons, ages every 50 posts.
penned by antlers
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