Don't get your hair caught in the propellor
11-02-2014, 01:08 AM
He was never far away from his wife, today he was at the moor collecting herbs relentlessly. He needed to gather what he could before the first frost and squirrel it all away so if anyone got sick or hurt in the winter they might be able to help them. Her howl would curl towards him and immediately his skull would snap to the sky and ears would swivel to catch the fading echoes of the howl. He would immediately gather the herbs he had collected already in his jaws and made a break for the den her had been collecting them in. He didn't bother hanging them, instead dumped them in the mouth and set off towards the sound. He would arrive after a few others, Menix, Aislinn and Empyrea were there already. Was this it? He didn't feel like he was early but not that late either? Where was everyone? A nod would be tossed to Menix and then a small smile to Aislinn before casting Empyrea a slow look. Where were his grandchildren? Where were the other slaves? A tremor would ripple through him as he slithered towards his wife and seated himself to her right but a bit behind her. he would not speak, would not show affection, simply staying behind her in case he was needed. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |
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