oh aching heart — deerpaw

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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ The crimson walls of the Blood House were tight and constraining. Despite his conditioned inclination (for his natural urge would have been to prowl the streets, but experience had suppressed it), Tamarind had escaped them for the relative freedom of the porch. It was a poor substitute for real freedom, but with his shot nerves, it was all he could manage alone.


    The bloated wood of the porch, a dark brown in comparison to the bloody hues of the rest of the building, creaked beneath Tam's pale paws. It was midday, the warmth of the sun masked by heavy wind, but the thickness of his coat protected him from the chill. The day was relatively quiet, the honking of distant cars muted, for which Tam was infinitely grateful. The lack of background noise made it easier for him to hear, which lent toward an aura of security.


    But was it false security? The boy could not help but ponder this as his stubby tail bobbed gently behind him. If moved toward the edge of the porch or headed down those splintering steps, would the evil lunge toward him? Was it prowling just beyond his field of vision, waiting for him to let his guard down? Breath growing heavy and chest constraining, he retreated toward the safety of the doorway, inadvertently blocking anyone who wished to enter or exit the building through it.


    deerstep ahhh sorry for the awful start, if she's not likely to approach i'll edit it

    Fate had dealt her a heavy blow with the passing of her beloved father and half-sister, Deerpaw suffered through a lack of motivation to further her herbal interest. She was to be refused happiness and so she'd seek it out another way. Upon tender fawn paws she pushed herself forward towards the exit of the Bloodhouse when her coppery gaze caught sight of Tam staggering away from something. "Tam? W-whats wrong?" Her honeyed voice inquired softly, tantalizing round features morphing with worry as she approached her older brother. Dainty frame pushed against his almost automatically as she had a tendency to do, a sort of figurative 'security blanket' of hers.


    / mobile </3

    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ A dainty shoulder pressed against him, grounding Tamarind. His fiery eyes, reminiscent of their father's, fell toward Deerpaw even as his ears strained to pick up the fawn girl's soft voice. He was aware, at once, of how much he'd grown. He hadn't been too much larger than Deerpaw as a kit, but with his frame finally filling out, the height he'd gained from his mother and the broadness his father had bestowed upon him was evident. His sister's growth hadn't mirrored his own, and unless she had a sudden spurt somewhere down the line, he'd probably always be bigger than her. That ought to make him secure, but size hadn't helped him against the Evil. Size hadn't saved Sheogorath from death. Size did nothing.


    As he processed her question, his gaze slid back toward the shadowed area beyond the porch. His throat felt parched, and although he craved to unburden himself, he couldn't bear to speak anything but tender words to her. "Nuh-Nothing," Tam was quick to assure her, golden eyes slipping back to the floorboards before turning toward Deerpaw. "I just...haven't been out in a while. That's all."