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Dawnglare picks his way across the fence. Not yet were his jaws laden with sweet-smelling herbs. Even the housefolk struggled with their supplies, it seemed. More than once now, has he peered into a garden only to find not a scrap of anything useful. Their one duty was to serve, and even that, they failed at miserably, cultivating nothing but their foul-smelling weeds. His frustrated hiss lodges in his throat as he finds yet another waste of time. An irritated grip scrapes white splinters along the wood.
He was distracted, too, hindered by irate rumblings of annoyance. Never before has he had to spend so much time picking through the wood, and most of that, he may attribute to Blaise being all too willing to share their already-limited bounty with devils in cats' skin. He claimed not to be. Oh, he claimed to be weary, but he'd let them in, all the same. And was that not the only thing that mattered? Bitter as the leaves he looked for, acid rolls over his tongue in waves. "Good for nothing... Good as leeches..." his hiss rings out. That was all they were, worthless bodies piling at their door, only so that they may waste time trying to turn them into something new. To reuse and recycle these few who were already long gone to the moor's madness. "Stupid... And what If I'd refused?"
Would Blaise frown upon him for such a thing? Would he furrow his brow for not healing those already proven to be worthless? The thought makes his pelt prickle, uncomfortable. His tongue is held captive between his teeth. Ticking of his jaw; facial muscles spasm something strange.
With a gusty sigh, he would stop, if only to drape himself across the pale-wooded fence. Certainly not as wide or sturdy as a trunk, but he'd done it plenty. Had managed plenty before he'd found himself in the treetops so often. The irate lash of his tail does nothing to help the situation. But its mind is it's own, and as it thumps against the fence, he lurches–
And it sent tumbling into a bush below. Fear sets in suddenly; drop of his heart. Oh, he was losing his touch. Sabotage. With the realization, he gasps. Back prickling against odd, firm leaves, its back is left arched into a strange curve, his paws held to himself, nearly meek. And for a moment, he only stares at the sky, his tail a dead weight below him.
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He was distracted, too, hindered by irate rumblings of annoyance. Never before has he had to spend so much time picking through the wood, and most of that, he may attribute to Blaise being all too willing to share their already-limited bounty with devils in cats' skin. He claimed not to be. Oh, he claimed to be weary, but he'd let them in, all the same. And was that not the only thing that mattered? Bitter as the leaves he looked for, acid rolls over his tongue in waves. "Good for nothing... Good as leeches..." his hiss rings out. That was all they were, worthless bodies piling at their door, only so that they may waste time trying to turn them into something new. To reuse and recycle these few who were already long gone to the moor's madness. "Stupid... And what If I'd refused?"
Would Blaise frown upon him for such a thing? Would he furrow his brow for not healing those already proven to be worthless? The thought makes his pelt prickle, uncomfortable. His tongue is held captive between his teeth. Ticking of his jaw; facial muscles spasm something strange.
With a gusty sigh, he would stop, if only to drape himself across the pale-wooded fence. Certainly not as wide or sturdy as a trunk, but he'd done it plenty. Had managed plenty before he'd found himself in the treetops so often. The irate lash of his tail does nothing to help the situation. But its mind is it's own, and as it thumps against the fence, he lurches–
And it sent tumbling into a bush below. Fear sets in suddenly; drop of his heart. Oh, he was losing his touch. Sabotage. With the realization, he gasps. Back prickling against odd, firm leaves, its back is left arched into a strange curve, his paws held to himself, nearly meek. And for a moment, he only stares at the sky, his tail a dead weight below him.
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