Biography
You find Farrow lying in the shade of a sprawling pine, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. His eyes are half-lidded, but they flicker open when your shadow falls over him. His fur is duller than Gravelarks, as if the smog still clings to him. You clear your throat softly. Resting up? Farrow grunts, the sound heavy and tired. Trying to. He stretches out his legs, wincing as his muscles pull tight. Its... harder to breathe some days. He looks up at you, and theres a haunted, far-off look in his eyes. You tilt your head, concern knitting your brow. Whats on your mind? Farrow doesnt answer right away. His eyes are fixed on the ground, as if he can still see the path he dragged his brother down. You sit down beside him, keeping your voice low. Looks like youre carrying something heavy. His jaw clenches, and he swallows hard. Gravelark... he couldnt move, he says, voice barely above a whisper. I was the one who couldnt stop. You shift your weight, ears flicking back. Was it... bad? Farrows eyes darken, and his chest rises and falls in a deep, unsteady breath. It was hell, his voice trembles slightly, and he swallows, like hes trying to force down the memory. We were just running, having fun and suddenly the air... it was like swallowing needles. Every step hurt. I kept pulling him, trying to tell him to run faster, trying to keep my legs moving... He coughs, the sound raw. I could hear him gasping behind me, but I told him we couldnt stop. If I had... His voice cracks, eyes squeezed shut. When I heard him collapse I thought he had died. I just grabbed his collar and started pulling. I didnt even know what direction we were going in. He swallows, breathing shakily. I had to keep pulling him, dragging him... But the air... it felt like it was filling me up with rocks. Every breath was heavier than the last. I could taste blood coming out of my mouth. He coughs once, hard, and the sound rattles through his chest. I could hear him still wheezing under me, so I couldnt stop. I couldnt- He pauses, breathing deeper.. When we hit the ground, I thought we were both done. Last thing I saw, Branok and Sablepine were over us, and everything went dark. His eyes open, staring blankly ahead. By the time we broke through the thicket, my legs just... gave out. I dont remember much after that. Just.. He cuts himself off, jaw clenching. I keep hearing him... choking. Even when I close my eyes.
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| Personality
Farrow is the quieter of the two brothers, his once carefree nature dulled by the brothers' brush with death. Though he tries to keep it to himself, the weight of that day lingers- always just beneath the surface. He can be skittish, startling at sudden noises or coughing fits. While Gravelark has begun to heal, Farrow cant shake the feeling that he almost lost him, and it keeps him up at night. Hes fiercely protective now, almost to the point of paranoia, always checking on his brother, watching for signs of danger. Beneath the tension, though, theres a tenderness to him.
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