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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
The moment the battle - if one can even call that, to peri it seems more a slaughter than anything - he's weaving his way out and past the saftey of the medicine den, paws carrying him over to the only apprentice he can trust. Aspenpaw is a rare sight these days since moonshadows disappearance, since wisteriapaws death, and so soft ink-dipped paws bring the boy instead to Dustpaw, hesitant and uncertain, searching. He will say nothing of it, of course, but he is sure the other tom can commiserate with him - that he will understand in a way the rest of the clan cannot. That periwinklepaw is not like them - he is not a creature made of blood and teeth and death, a creature of strength. He is a broken little thing, a soft thing, wrapped in fur like down and sticky-sweet scent and to-tired blue eyes. "C-c-c-an... can we g-g-g-go for a wal-k," the words barely make it past his lips, voice warbling and jaw tense from all the stress, all the anxiety, all the fear and hurt he feels, coiling taught and writhing around his belly like the worms lambcurl seems so fond of. He is curled in on himself, shoulders hunched high and pelt twitching at every little sounds - eyes watering so much he's certain the tears will fall at any moment. He wants to be alone - or not alone but away. Away from here, from them, from everything.
// @Dustpaw | Duststorm
// @Dustpaw | Duststorm