09-15-2020, 08:25 AM
GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE
THAT MY FRIENDS THEY COME
AND THE LINES THEY GO BY
History was shaped by those that had witnessed tumultuous conclusion, wound about central conflict the varying experiences of the few. Yet always is it being written among shadowed corners, within the imperceptible fringes, to paper merely scribed the worthy.
Over bright depths furrowed brow, tense the closure pressing teeth together, aching muscle taunt beneath constant strain. Upon the outskirts had he delegated himself in a vain hope repaired the irreparable damage he had wrought in the haste of impulsive departure, to other left the choice of reconstruction. Selfish decision based upon inaction, control enacted via the method of its shift, never his own the high road. Slow his rise, though shame to abandon the warmth that flowed along pale grains in the growing illumination, prized the dwindling days offering opportunity for relaxation, upon himself must weight be taken.
The progression of his chosen plan was agonisingly slow, for lack of support with tongue tied during each query that may make possibility such and the budding heat arising within bandaged forelimb was to be contended with, dark the dusk painting the horizon in warm hues. At the least shorter the time of necessary wait, upward turning attention until Toad was left squinting into the setting sun. Slower than manner he turned once more to assembled items, low the blaze begun with the assistance of one who had resided within the rotting shell of the boardwalk, his experience not extending to the method they used as ignition for their recreational activities. Minor note this, however, forth down cast his vision.
Nestled in the sand rather odd seemed the assortment, scraps and shells, natural and inorganic material drawn together in hodgepodge display of props. Basic the resemblance many bore, feline structure recreated for lacking the paws that gently ran across each in turn. Their shadow all he needed, a projection flickering flames may cast against painted face of the cliff, where eye may settle different the scene depicted. Through teeth was drawn a deep breath, once more looked to the last sliver that crowned water logged horizon in a wreath of fire, briefly left his project.
Odd the glances some gave him, others simply ignoring his presence, a spectacle that lost its sheen in the first few days and now looked upon only with pity or, those few brave enough to be blatant, disgust. Given up his place among them a year ago and once more had he returned with tail tucked between his legs, a lost lamb trialling behind Shepard, the invitation into their ranks conducted by Rhine all that tethered him here. Speaking of the other it was at the mouth of his den Toad came to stop, leaning within some yet not daring to enter.
"Rhine?" Unsure the voice that rang forth, nervous flick tail made as paws dug shallow grooves into the sand making apparent his discomfort. "Do you…. Do you have a moment, I uh need a bit of a hand."
Over bright depths furrowed brow, tense the closure pressing teeth together, aching muscle taunt beneath constant strain. Upon the outskirts had he delegated himself in a vain hope repaired the irreparable damage he had wrought in the haste of impulsive departure, to other left the choice of reconstruction. Selfish decision based upon inaction, control enacted via the method of its shift, never his own the high road. Slow his rise, though shame to abandon the warmth that flowed along pale grains in the growing illumination, prized the dwindling days offering opportunity for relaxation, upon himself must weight be taken.
The progression of his chosen plan was agonisingly slow, for lack of support with tongue tied during each query that may make possibility such and the budding heat arising within bandaged forelimb was to be contended with, dark the dusk painting the horizon in warm hues. At the least shorter the time of necessary wait, upward turning attention until Toad was left squinting into the setting sun. Slower than manner he turned once more to assembled items, low the blaze begun with the assistance of one who had resided within the rotting shell of the boardwalk, his experience not extending to the method they used as ignition for their recreational activities. Minor note this, however, forth down cast his vision.
Nestled in the sand rather odd seemed the assortment, scraps and shells, natural and inorganic material drawn together in hodgepodge display of props. Basic the resemblance many bore, feline structure recreated for lacking the paws that gently ran across each in turn. Their shadow all he needed, a projection flickering flames may cast against painted face of the cliff, where eye may settle different the scene depicted. Through teeth was drawn a deep breath, once more looked to the last sliver that crowned water logged horizon in a wreath of fire, briefly left his project.
Odd the glances some gave him, others simply ignoring his presence, a spectacle that lost its sheen in the first few days and now looked upon only with pity or, those few brave enough to be blatant, disgust. Given up his place among them a year ago and once more had he returned with tail tucked between his legs, a lost lamb trialling behind Shepard, the invitation into their ranks conducted by Rhine all that tethered him here. Speaking of the other it was at the mouth of his den Toad came to stop, leaning within some yet not daring to enter.
"Rhine?" Unsure the voice that rang forth, nervous flick tail made as paws dug shallow grooves into the sand making apparent his discomfort. "Do you…. Do you have a moment, I uh need a bit of a hand."
code by Reggan
