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you saw my edges ✨ blueridge - Deval - 08-20-2018
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Steady beats, the toll of a clock left discarded in a corner, gathering dust yet calling with a dying voice. Time had become little more than death knoll, fading from a mind grown weary of its passage, tracking it only when it becomes necessary to do so. Here, within a place wreathed in shadow everlasting, there is no need to tell day from night for they are one and the same.
Wandering steps, gentle creaks of wood grown old, bearing a slight weight with ease. It does not matter the fur which covered the body too clear is it the state of his health, degrading as time wears on, little food accepted beyond mere scraps he can force down. Along dark lips tongue runs, head giving a brief shake before exhale is huffed through the teeth, momentum stopping for but a brief moment. Little light passes through the dirty planes of glass, those which have stood the test of time and rock, dancing with the motes about the corridor he walks, dark gaze tracking a few as they slip in and out of view.
This place is strange to him yet there is a familiarity in walls crafted of wood, left to rot for none cared to tend to it, accepting its guests with audible protest. Whine raises within his throat and for a time he is cowering, body drawn close as he remembers it, the heat of fire licking at his skin, terrifying and exhilarating, the thrum of adrenaline through his veins addictive. In some far corner of his mind he longs for it once more, the old school house which had become a haven for all the rubbish which had been spread about the small room, the shattered desks broken apart for firewood. But it had been empty, held no voices or sounds beyond his own, and never had she set foot within it.
Blueridge. The name never touched his ears and unlikely ever is it to curl upon his tongue, something easier given, a gift he can never speak of – friend. Tentative was his gifting of such a term for he had known her for only a short time, yet her way was one familiar, welcome for it left his heart to ache, nostalgia plucking at its strings. There is no name to the feeling – queasy and rolling, stomach left in knots, faint whine caught behind the cage of teeth – all ill-fitting though such never stopped him from attempting to shove it in any hole, a puzzle piece with no home.
Slowly did the stark body strengthen, annoyed huff escaping as head lowered some, steps picking up with a slow pace, memory and feelings left behind. There was no room for such, nothing beyond a mere distraction he had no time to think upon, better things would arise to capture his attention, or so he might hope.
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Re: you saw my edges ✨ blueridge - rhosmari - 08-22-2018
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]This place was new to her, somewhere where her paws had yet to touch and make a mark on it. Rather that mark be positive or negative she had yet to figure out but she didn't know the ins and outs of this place or those that lived near by. That notion was clear when the Pitt had decided to make a mark against them and she understood them to be the most prominent threat after going to visit them. What she will do and won't do all depended on if they wanted to continue being a nuisance or not. The woman held no sympathy for the weak minded and those that stole food from others seemed to be the weakest kind to her. Thus she had already formed her opinion on them and especially the one that had come forth to tell them about the situation which had been no mere accident. But through all of that something overshadowed it and it was the return of her love. The one that she had once thought she would never see again. A soft breath escaped the feline whose body hung over the railing of a banister. Her thick tail hung down and she allowed her eyes to remain half open as she took in her surroundings.
There was really no telling what was going through the woman's mind currently. Though she seemed to be slightly relaxed at the current moment. The idea of doing anything at all seemed pleasing but she also had a daunting task of trying to clean out the room that her and her boyfriend would be sharing together soon. Her ear twitched at the sound of claws that tapped a continuous beat across the ground and she turned her head oddly slowly toward the sound before she looked down and noticed the canine that had joined not too long ago. The one that didn't like to be called boy and she allowed a slow smile to pull along her muzzle, almost amused in her own thoughts before she spoke up. "Boy, up here." The feline called lightly as she slowly slipped her way to a standing position easily balancing herself as she walked along the thin railing that she had once made her resting place. Her orange red eyes were attentive now and she gave a light wave of her tail before she slipped from the banister altogether and landed with a soft thump upon the ground. "I'd assume that you like the place since you are up and walking around. Have you picked a room?"