Ouroboros Spine chaguthil

helP i love him so much and have wanted to thread w/ him and you so badly aaaah dreams do come true

Kigipigak's fogged mind refused to process the initial greeting, but then the shadow which passed by the ulaq lingered and his eye was drawn to it. It was not a pale shape. A red one, no, darker—he thought maybe it was himself, for just a moment.

Would you mind a visitor? the stranger asked; he did not know this voice, those eyes - and truly would have refused him, as Kigipigak did not need to be gawked at by another man when so deeply hurt. Yet he knew the value of comrades too.

He carried the scent of Kukutux well. Kigipigak noticed the careful way he positioned himself, as if he hurt too.

Who are you? He managed to ask of the man, his voice strained from the ache in his ribs. In this way Kigipigak accepted the stranger's presence; he only hoped to steel himself against unwelcome tears during their stay.