- Jun 9, 2022
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It is not often that Dawnglare toils in matters of bone... Would he dare call it a delicacy? To do so may perhaps trivialize the struggles of those affected... but he, at least, inherently takes more pleasure in treating it than the likes of sickness... ( Or- it would be more apt to say it disgusts him to a lesser extent... ) But then, there was the matter of that extended stay... Perhaps to judge the injury alone would be unproductive. Whether he sleeps peacefully or not falls in the paws of that who is afflicted... Out of his control, and oh, how he detests that... He's exercised what little he is allowed to, having banished Slate from is den the moment the care he needed was no longer intensive.
It reminds him of Figfeather, his only other charge that has ever kept with him for so long, besides, perhaps, Honeysplash... Dawnglare would find her at sunhigh, ears snug to the back of his skull, though whatever annoyance he held was not intended for her like... The formality of hello is forgotten as he peers toward her leg, in this moment harboring a medicine cat's lack of care to ones personal space more than he did his own sensibilities. With a wrinkled nose, he asks her, " How is it? " ...And obviously, the answer was good enough, otherwise the sight of her face would make him sick, he's certain... What is that he's asking for? Dawnglare feels that overlooking presence, no doubt that grand Eye... The position of the sun frays his nerves, suddenly, and Dawnglare finds his breaths coming out thin. He has the mind to not betray himself to wholy, though the movement of his eyes is wide and erratic. Oh, how he longs for shade...
Fine. It is all fine. Brittle truth, that was. " I-'ll have you know... your stay with me had not been the... insufferable jaunt it is for certain others. " There is a scrunch of his eyes, and comes a clipped, self - satisfied tittering. " ...was. " And what if, from now on, he did not obligate himself to extra time spent with those he did not care for ( -with those that did not care for him )?
It reminds him of Figfeather, his only other charge that has ever kept with him for so long, besides, perhaps, Honeysplash... Dawnglare would find her at sunhigh, ears snug to the back of his skull, though whatever annoyance he held was not intended for her like... The formality of hello is forgotten as he peers toward her leg, in this moment harboring a medicine cat's lack of care to ones personal space more than he did his own sensibilities. With a wrinkled nose, he asks her, " How is it? " ...And obviously, the answer was good enough, otherwise the sight of her face would make him sick, he's certain... What is that he's asking for? Dawnglare feels that overlooking presence, no doubt that grand Eye... The position of the sun frays his nerves, suddenly, and Dawnglare finds his breaths coming out thin. He has the mind to not betray himself to wholy, though the movement of his eyes is wide and erratic. Oh, how he longs for shade...
Fine. It is all fine. Brittle truth, that was. " I-'ll have you know... your stay with me had not been the... insufferable jaunt it is for certain others. " There is a scrunch of his eyes, and comes a clipped, self - satisfied tittering. " ...was. " And what if, from now on, he did not obligate himself to extra time spent with those he did not care for ( -with those that did not care for him )?
