07-30-2018, 12:11 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]Everything was different and somewhat terrifying for such a fact, all the new information they were trying to process too much so soon. Yet something about the core of the group, the fundamental practices and routine of daily life as it moved about them, was familiar, pulling at their heart. Little more than a soft haze they could not recall much of the desert nor their home, only the bone white fur of their mother as they had nestled against her, the warmth of the sun as it beat upon them, the tacky juice of the oranges they so loved. Each little scene was pleasant and they kept them close to their heart but they found time had worn at them, breaks in their memory eating away at what little they had left.
One such event they could hardly recall was how they had come to find themself here. Voices and blood, pain a fire washing through them from their throat, it was all they could recall. Much of their days had passed in the Cleric's Hide for they had been instructed to rest, lucky they had not been killed, yet a child is a hard thing to keep locked away for long. With heavy bandages about their neck they felt somewhat self conscious Harland had taken to lone exploration of the observatory, wandering through dusty rooms which held no sign of previous entry for quite sometime. During this they had come to amass quite a few things and had quickly scuttled back to the Hide, treasure in tow.
Over the course of a few days they had carefully crafted a few things, a matching trio for them and two others they had come to grow somewhat attached to during their time here. It was outside the observatory the dark kitten set themself, two bundles of lavender fabric set before them. “Momo, Per...” A croaky, rasping call rose into the still air and Harland looked about for the two, hoping they had heard them.
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One such event they could hardly recall was how they had come to find themself here. Voices and blood, pain a fire washing through them from their throat, it was all they could recall. Much of their days had passed in the Cleric's Hide for they had been instructed to rest, lucky they had not been killed, yet a child is a hard thing to keep locked away for long. With heavy bandages about their neck they felt somewhat self conscious Harland had taken to lone exploration of the observatory, wandering through dusty rooms which held no sign of previous entry for quite sometime. During this they had come to amass quite a few things and had quickly scuttled back to the Hide, treasure in tow.
Over the course of a few days they had carefully crafted a few things, a matching trio for them and two others they had come to grow somewhat attached to during their time here. It was outside the observatory the dark kitten set themself, two bundles of lavender fabric set before them. “Momo, Per...” A croaky, rasping call rose into the still air and Harland looked about for the two, hoping they had heard them.
[member=1549]MOONMADE[/member] [member=598]imperia[/member]