Boom De Yada
From head to toe Ferrous was dotted with dirt and grass stains. Her fur was mussed up and cow-licked all over. She smelled, in her opinion, like the color green, but she couldn't have been happier. Not really with the smell - she didn't have an opinion one way or the other about smelling green, although if any of her siblings gave her grief over it she would be happy to point out that she could smell way worse - but with the game that had led her to smelling so grassy. Okay, so it wasn't quite a game because she was playing by herself, but it was still fun! She'd been rolling down the hill for the better part of an hour and it had yet to get old.
After a few more moments of catching her breath, the girl flipped over and stood up. She shook out her coat - sending dirt and leaf litter flying - and then wandered over to the "edge" of the hill. She eyed it critically, trying to suss out whether or not it was good enough place to jump off, and then, deciding she could do better, Ferrous sidestepped twice. Now there, she decided as she eyed the grassy knoll, was a good place to roll.
Without ceremony she flopped down on her belly again and stretched her legs out. With a little nudge from a hind foot she was off and rolling down the hill. The trip down was a lot faster than the trip up and in no time at all she lay at the bottom of the hill in a grassy, dirty heap. Ferrous chortled to herself and then bounced to her feet. Again! She had to go again!
Ferrous has a saber-toothed snow leopard companion named Zahir. If she isn't
mentioned IC it's safe to assume she isn't there.
It was still hard to talk for prolonged periods, and that put a damper on his duties of spreading the gospel. While he was mostly healed, through the help of his friend Spider, he felt sore constantly. His family had vanished from his senses at this point, somewhere beyond his reach. Now, he was stretching his legs and refamiliarizing himself with the world. Michael had not taken his eye, not that it mattered much. Sometimes it hurt to swallow, which worried him. He hadn't wandered far, but he hadn't seen Spider of late. The male had practically disappeared, and he wondered if caring for him had been too much to bear. Perhaps it was time to move on, and find Raphael. Uriel was likely somewhere nearby as well. Surely they were hunting for him, perhaps at the aide of Michael. For once, he was afraid of his brother. What would he do, if he saw the man again? He was cleansed of sin, but perhaps that wasn't enough anymore? A sigh left him, forced from his chest heavily. It was too much to think about right now. He needed something to distract him. The raucous glee of a child captured his attention. Who was this? Alabaster paws drew him closer, nostrils flaring to capture the child's scent. A jaunty trot, prompted by the sudden excitement of interacting with others. They were close, he could hear the thump of careless tiny paws on the ground. It reeked of torn up grass, and nearly clouded his nose of any other scents. "It sounds like someone is having fun." He announced, lips curving in an easy smile. He wasn't aware of how horrific he likely looked, with scarred flesh across his cheek and climbing over his muzzle and down to the space at the midpoint of his neck. He could imagine, though. The blank, pupilless gaze was enough for most already.
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.
Ferrous eyed him for a moment after he spoke. Her gaze kept getting hung up on his scars so she didn't see that something was funny about his eyes right away, but once she saw them she couldn't unsee them. She simply stared. Yup. He was scary. She'd never seen someone like him before. Not those kind of scars and certainly not those kind of eyes.
He was smiling though, and she didn't know what to make of it. It wasn't the kind of smile that accompanied smarmy, you-don't-understand-because-you're-a-child talk, and it wasn't a mean, I'm-thinking-about-eating-you smile either. It was just a smile as far as she could tell. So maybe he was just scary-looking. "Um...yeah." Maybe he would want to play too. She was having a lot of fun; she'd understand if he was jealous. And could she really fault him for looking scary? If she couldn't control how she looked than neither could he. "Do...you want to play too?"
Ferrous has a saber-toothed snow leopard companion named Zahir. If she isn't
mentioned IC it's safe to assume she isn't there.
The sounds of thumping pawsteps, and the grass rustled to his side a ways. Oh. Pale brows would draw together in concern. Alabaster auds tipped back against his skull in shock. Did he do something wrong? She had fled him as though he had tried to take a chunk out of her. He dared not step closer, in case she became more afraid. He could smell the delicate stink of her anxiety, watered down by youthful puppy smell. "Um...yeah." The child finally said. There was hesitation, and he wondered if perhaps he should go. One paw lifted slowly, pulling itself beneath his frame. "Do...you want to play too?" She asked quietly. His paw returned to its original place in the soft grass. "Only if you wouldn't mind me joining you. I would hate to ruin the fun you were having, it sounded like you were enjoying yourself." He replied softly, trying to maintain his friendly smile. He was a little hurt, knowing that whatever Michael had done to his face had made him so hideous. That he frightened children now was a horrific thought. He only ever wanted to help others, but now he feared that no one would ever trust him. A bubble of resentment burst in his chest, very suddenly, against Michael.
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.