11-23-2018, 02:07 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Upon the back of teeth the press of tongue, tip slotting where space was made, loss of one made apparent as into the gum it worked. Turbulent such a time as was before them, condensed into the short framing of mere months told by the passage of the moon hung within a sky toned in shadings of velvet, lost upon the idle touch of thought curling within a cinnamon dusted head. They held only guesses as to what came next for the, each step planned out before them and yet hidden, as though their were a building slow within its construction, others pouring over the blueprints and yet never were they to find them. Indeed such seemed fitting for they were being built in a way, the structure first touched by the light of morning broken apart within hours, built up once more into something more.
Stretch of limb, tan grains gathering within the dusty tones of brown and orange fur about it, shift of paw until back it was drawn. Tips of claws worked into the loose top layering and left within the wake of passage thing lines drawn back to them, none straight as elbow bends, loose the circle ending it. There is no purpose in the act but mere boredom, easy the loss of interest within a mind so young, fleeting its attention.
Above CC the sun sat within the bright blue tones of the sky, bright as it touched upon the foam capped peaks of slight waves breaking the surface of the ocean, warm as it found them, trailed along back and sides. Caught within early afternoon and lacking stimuli, such was a situation few may wish the child to be within no matter the covering about their lower half, heavy the bandages sitting about legs and hindquarters.
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Stretch of limb, tan grains gathering within the dusty tones of brown and orange fur about it, shift of paw until back it was drawn. Tips of claws worked into the loose top layering and left within the wake of passage thing lines drawn back to them, none straight as elbow bends, loose the circle ending it. There is no purpose in the act but mere boredom, easy the loss of interest within a mind so young, fleeting its attention.
Above CC the sun sat within the bright blue tones of the sky, bright as it touched upon the foam capped peaks of slight waves breaking the surface of the ocean, warm as it found them, trailed along back and sides. Caught within early afternoon and lacking stimuli, such was a situation few may wish the child to be within no matter the covering about their lower half, heavy the bandages sitting about legs and hindquarters.
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