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04-26-2017, 05:50 PM
The gilded stag pondered the psithurism and it's domination over the canopy, his eyes of greenleaf and ivy surverying each leaf rattling in the breeze. It seemed the hot season was coming to a close; the temperature falling with the leaves, the leaves falling to decay. Such was life - so why did it sadden the chestnut doctor so greatly?
A son of the sun he would always be; one of light, flame and warmth. He dwelled where the hearth was, never daring to journey too far from it. Perhaps that was why he feared the changing of seasons and tides, the approaching showers and storms. 'wake! up wake!' The sqwauking came from his bonded, the large chiroptera shrieking and flapping as he shook the very branches Tilney fixated his endless gaze upon. 'No saden, Tilney. Be happiness on today'. A smile finally pulled at the stag's lips, though it was his lively bat's extreme lack of interest or knowledge on the subject of grammar that amused him the most. Though, truthfully, It worried him in a way, as he was quite sure other followers were capable of resonable mind speach with a normal understanding of grammar - this was something Peatree had just missed entirely. Had he been a bad... father to him? If that was even what he was to Peatree. 'No saden' Tilney would agree in response to the enthusastic bat, collecting himself upon all four legs and lurching forward into a standing position. He glanced briefly to the imprint he had left within the meadow grass, smirking ever so slightly (He always found those sorts of things humorous) and then continuing on through the trees, stretching out each tired leg as he went. It was certainly not long at all before he was lost once again in thought, this time of the earth and how it renewed itself. Why could bodies not do that as the earth did? How did the trees become as old as time, yet stay as fresh as the newest glimmer of life? It seemed awfully unfair. 'Lyanna! Moon-man!' As quickly as he had slipped into daydreams he was wrenched out, his eyes finding their way to his herd-sister and brother, and oh how glad he was to see them. He had been left far too lonely today. "Lyanna!" Tilney cooed from the tree-line, striding forth to greet his friend "Mesec, my brother" he would continue to say with a great smile. In truth the man did not know a great deal about the warg, only that he was the son of mother moon and that he could transform into a beast (as he had witnessed with shock upon the glacier). "The season is ending" He whispered, whistfully casting his gaze across the breeze to witness the trees across the lake and how they shuddered under the wind. Peatree took his place upon the doctor's tines, though crooned his small head over the fox between the crafter's feet. Eventually, the bat grew far too curious and dropped from his bony perch, parachuting to the grass beneath the Moon-man's feet in an effort to observe the kitsune; perhaps even touch.
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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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