[ Orthrus feels a little oblivious as he looks around, holding off on opening his because he doesn’t really… get? Why he’s being given this? But seeing everyone else (mostly) in some form of turmoil persuades him to finally open it.
There’s a moment where there’s a small smile on his face. It reminds him of whenever he finally comes home after months of travel, and the Beastials all welcome him back, clamouring all over him with bright smiles, the youngest eager to hear what stories he has to tell this time, the older ones pressing him if he’s hungry or needs anything. A full family welcoming every time.
…But then he shifts it, and the smile slips off his face entirely, leaving but a pale, blank visage.
He doesn’t say anything, but the air around him starts to feel a little colder. ]
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There’s a moment where there’s a small smile on his face. It reminds him of whenever he finally comes home after months of travel, and the Beastials all welcome him back, clamouring all over him with bright smiles, the youngest eager to hear what stories he has to tell this time, the older ones pressing him if he’s hungry or needs anything. A full family welcoming every time.
…But then he shifts it, and the smile slips off his face entirely, leaving but a pale, blank visage.
He doesn’t say anything, but the air around him starts to feel a little colder. ]