Ecclesiastes 7:1
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01-11-2021, 12:24 AM
Plague laid his armor out on the ground in front of him, accessing the damage done to it by the man he had fought during the raid that had worn spiked armor of his own. The front piece that covered his chest was dented and dappled from the spikes, but he thought that perhaps he could smooth them back out rather than having to replace the whole piece. He had it laid out across a rock and had a smaller stone under his paw, pressing and smoothing the surface of the leather. He tried to keep his focus on the task at hand, but he was thinking about anything and everything other than the leather in his paws. He felt more disconnected and torn than ever, but now it was truly his own fault. His sister's howl cut through the air and disrupted his thoughts, pulling his eyes up from the ground to look toward the shrine where she called from. As much as he had been trying to avoid his family while he worked on deciphering his thoughts and emotions, he knew that his absence at such an event would be sorely noticed. He pulled himself to his paws and gave his pale coat a shake before carrying himself to answer Toxicity's call. He settled himself on his haunches a short distance away from his sister, picking a place where he would close enough to see and participate if needed, but not so close that there wasn't space for someone to sit in front of him if they wished. His expression was smooth with a small smile on his lips, very effective in hiding away the uncertain emotion churning just below the surface. |
