That old book smell
08-20-2021, 06:05 PM
Emile knew that no matter his current relationship with his father the man had at least been right about one thing, he hadn't been pulling his own weight... And though he was hardly ready to present himself to the public yet he figured reaching out to Gwynevere couldn't hurt. Even if he'd also been doing his best to avoid that litter of pups... They reminded him of Bowen, of their mother, two more wolves who he'd never gotten to say goodbye too. At least that was a pain they'd share in common. The young man had started his search at the girl's room though some part of him suspected that since he'd yet to properly shed the habit of sleeping in that she'd be elsewhere. Though there was a scent trail leading away from her door it was stale enough it could have easily been a day or two old. Emile frowned, lifting a paw to rap his claws on the door. "Hhhhhello?" He called trying not to flinch as he heard himself. "Gwynevere? My my my my dad suggested I see ifffff you neeeeeeeded any h...help." His curiosity was a little aggressive today, slightly pushing open her door to peek in. Manners were not really considered. "Speech" |
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Emile has a ring of jagged scars around his right eye from the events of the ooze, most of his art do not show this. His profile has been updated to reflect this.
Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.