LIGHT DRIVEN

realizing that no beast will ever worry over my rose-begotten wounds and take my arms in his massive claws and velvety palms and gently apply a mysterious salve to them...

“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”

Me who has yams and a sundress on today

@fernadorned

Shelter was all Naru had been looking for. With how many windows had been broken, how was he supposed to know someone was still living there? Now he was locked in an icy dungeon for his trouble, terrified tears nearly frozen to his scarred cheeks. But the growled voice just outside the cell, the sharp gleam of four bright eyes glaring down at him, made his blood run colder still.

He takes in the sight of the man's disheveled appearance, the ragged end of his tail, and the sad state of his clothing. The Kell considers his next move, never one to act without reason; there could be truth in his words, even if he was a far cry from trusting a stranger at a moments notice.