08-02-2018, 09:19 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #7b8189; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i'll never get to heaven cause i don't know how
Peace and quiet. It is all the dark child had come to want though something within them called for them to break their solitude, worn like a heavy cloak about hunched shoulders, yet their overwhelmed mind needed the break even if it was for a few moments. The previous day still weighed heavily upon them, the events leading into them being somewhat mean towards one member in particular was enough to sour any good mood they might have held, a bad taste lingering in their mouth. Such had lead into a largely sleepless night, their mind refusing to shut down and permit them any chance to rest, left with only an hour.
It had been a struggle to force themself from bed that morning, satchel thrown on and into it a few of their carving knives and fragments of bone. For a time they had debated on whether to bring the switchblade, to sharpen it and test it for the work, but thought better of it, leaving the obsidian blade where they had placed it the night before. Trudging steps drew them towards the bay, a familiar and comforting sight, the soft lull of the sea drawing them in, yet it did little to improve their mood.
Settling heavily Aita took a few seconds to breath deeply of the sea air, tasting the tang of salt, burning their nose in a way all together familiar and somewhat welcome, a soft sigh escaping them. Flipping open their bag they carefully arranged the items they had brought, three knives in case one grew dull or the work called for a thinner blade and four pieces of bone, one the disk from a spine, two from the leg of a smaller creature and the last a jaw bone. Carefully they picked up the jaw bone, turning it over in their paws. Yellowed by age it was brittle and fragile beneath their paws, necessary without tools to carve into fresher bone, a thoughtful hum escaping them as they looked upon it, yet they weren't quite focused on it, simply making a show of it in hopes it might dissuade any other from approaching if such might even be possible for those of the Typhoon seemed unable to keep to themselves for long.
[member=1609]TEMULIN[/member]
It had been a struggle to force themself from bed that morning, satchel thrown on and into it a few of their carving knives and fragments of bone. For a time they had debated on whether to bring the switchblade, to sharpen it and test it for the work, but thought better of it, leaving the obsidian blade where they had placed it the night before. Trudging steps drew them towards the bay, a familiar and comforting sight, the soft lull of the sea drawing them in, yet it did little to improve their mood.
Settling heavily Aita took a few seconds to breath deeply of the sea air, tasting the tang of salt, burning their nose in a way all together familiar and somewhat welcome, a soft sigh escaping them. Flipping open their bag they carefully arranged the items they had brought, three knives in case one grew dull or the work called for a thinner blade and four pieces of bone, one the disk from a spine, two from the leg of a smaller creature and the last a jaw bone. Carefully they picked up the jaw bone, turning it over in their paws. Yellowed by age it was brittle and fragile beneath their paws, necessary without tools to carve into fresher bone, a thoughtful hum escaping them as they looked upon it, yet they weren't quite focused on it, simply making a show of it in hopes it might dissuade any other from approaching if such might even be possible for those of the Typhoon seemed unable to keep to themselves for long.
[member=1609]TEMULIN[/member]
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