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the silvertongue
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Species
wolf

Sex
amab (he/his)

Age
2 [01/21]

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
lilypads

Fur
fairy-rings & dawn

Scent
rosewater & peat

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none

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truthful. trickster. impulsive.
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She was clever - or at least, taught to be cautious by some experience or another. The reasoning for it didn't matter; the question returned to him did, though.

The Silvercreek found the woman intriguing, the way one found a bug under a looking glass intriguing - he enjoyed watching the precise motions the cogs in her skull turned with. Mostly, though, he lavished in the knowledge that to her, he was nothing and nobody. That to her, he could be anyone. That she held no power over him, and that he could stand and walk away without a care. There were no longer any bonds holding him back, no chains to make him bend to another's whims.

He could offer help, he could bargain for it, or he could retract it. And it wasn't exactly a situation that was a very obvious or overt power trip, but for Silver, the moment was delicious all the same. His freedom was euphoric, even though a corner of his mind quietly lamented all it had cost and all he had lost to get here.

He was here, and that was enough.

I do, but not without price. He didn't know why he said that. He didn't know why he required that. She had nothing to offer him beyond the companionship she had already provided, and he didn't actually want to take anything she might find valuable to herself.

He was in the midst of it now, though.

The frog on his shoulders croaked, a high, thin sound.

I will search for any useful herbs nearby. You can consider what cost suits you. Or she couldn't. He didn't know if she could walk, but if he returned and she had nothing more than a shrug for him, the Silvercreek wasn't sure he'd take issue with that.

He was no healer, but he knew what herbs were good for injuries. He'd learned through experience. The wolf rose to his feet, arching his spine in a small stretch before turning toward the forest and meandering out of view - his word was his bond, and he did what he said.

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Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 11/23/2024, 7:34 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 11/23/2024, 11:46 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 11/24/2024, 3:21 AM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 11/24/2024, 5:45 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 11/25/2024, 1:21 AM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 11/25/2024, 1:42 AM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 11/25/2024, 2:50 AM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 12/4/2024, 10:10 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 12/4/2024, 10:48 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 12/4/2024, 11:19 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 12/5/2024, 7:21 AM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 12/5/2024, 11:13 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 12/6/2024, 5:59 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 12/6/2024, 10:32 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 12/7/2024, 11:29 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Silvercreek - 1/9/2025, 6:43 PM
RE: Carrion, comfort me. - by Envy - 1/21/2025, 9:55 PM

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