08-08-2018, 08:28 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:9pt; font-family:calibri; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]She knew well the feeling of leaving behind a home, of finding remnants of a place one loved within the new, a chance of scenery was never quite enough no matter how far one moved, pushing to escape the past.
It had not been the faint wisp of a friend, familiar yet different for death changes much, which had driven her to leave behind what she had known, yet it held no shortage of complexities of its own, touched by the supernatural in a way of its own. Still she remember her last conversation with those she had thought of as family, cast across a wide space for neither dared stay close for fear of what they might do, never wishing to see blood upon the sand no matter the bitterness which widened the rift between them. There had been nothing pleasant within those words touched by the heat of anger drawn from a place she was sure they thought good, yet the scars such words left, it is hard to forgive when all you have left to remember someone by is the marks.
You are not our child. The words rang through her thoughts once more, the last she had heard from her father as he had turned from her, leaving her there to wander the tents once more, already plastering on a false smile, pretending all was right. She had looked upon her mother in those moments, saw how her eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled, seeking to speak but afraid of what he might do if she dared. And then there was her son. He had been so small, crying out for her yet there was nothing either could do for there was no blood there, nothing which bound them, and she had thought him better off in the care of her mother.
How wrong had she been. That night she had felt the flames, watched as her life had crumbled and was torn apart by creatures she could barely keep track of, driven to kill by their want for blood, the screams filling her head, yet all she could do was watch as they died around her. Every night she relived those final moments, watched as her son was torn apart, pleading with her to make it stop, but she seemed stone, rooted to the spot, unable, or was it unwilling, to move.
A month, filled with gruelling travel and attempts to push aside the false memory – she had saved him, had seen her child off but still her mind screamed at her, spoke of the death she had sent him to – seeking shelter only to find this place. Surprise had touched her in those first moments before it swelled, becoming something akin to a childish glee as she looked upon this tiny jewel nestled within the ocean, bobbing gently by a beach. It was like nothing she had ever seen before and had come to enjoy a great deal, pushing herself to be something here, to do more than she had within a home she had been unwelcome in the end, yet thoughts of her son never truly left her.
Slowly the albino mountain lion moved across the boards, progress slowed both by her missing limb and the mere fact she wanted to simply relax with this walk, allowing her thoughts to turn back to those days when she had known only sand and heat, some part of her longing for the desert once more. She loved this place, readily called it home, but it was different from her place of birth to a point her heart ached, longing for a time which seemed simple when looked back upon. Surprise touched Ishayu only briefly, eyes widening a small fraction and a soft hum rising from pursed lips, before it faded, a soft smile lacing her lips as she looked upon the serval.
A stranger to her, yet such was unsurprising for she had yet to meet a good number of those present here, Ishayu seemed to feel no trepidation and approached slowly, being sure her steps made noise so as to not startle him, though doing her best to make sure it did not disturb his concentration all that much. Moving to stand a little closer she cast her attention towards the piece he was working on, watching for a time as he worked. It was rather well done and took the shape of the fountain very well, the small details lacking though his careful paw seemed to be filling in those spaces until it seemed a rather well done replica of what sat before them. For a time she wondered upon asking him to teach her some, though she held some artistic abilities of her own it was within shaping over drawing, her paw not quite steady enough for such work, such all too apparent in the various scribbled plans which she had stashed within the upper floor of her home.
“You are very good,” leaning a little closer Ishayu spoke lightly and offered Pierce that gentle smile, pushing aside her previous thoughts for the moment. There would be time enough for that, for the moment she merely enjoyed watching him work, curious as to what more he would do having yet to spot the paints.
[ last three paragraphs are the only important things, i kinda went a little overboard & welcome to the sunfam and don't worry at all, i mean mine is a mess as well cause i'm tired but wanted to get something up, i really hope you enjoy your time here with us and i look forward to seeing pierce, i already like him ]
It had not been the faint wisp of a friend, familiar yet different for death changes much, which had driven her to leave behind what she had known, yet it held no shortage of complexities of its own, touched by the supernatural in a way of its own. Still she remember her last conversation with those she had thought of as family, cast across a wide space for neither dared stay close for fear of what they might do, never wishing to see blood upon the sand no matter the bitterness which widened the rift between them. There had been nothing pleasant within those words touched by the heat of anger drawn from a place she was sure they thought good, yet the scars such words left, it is hard to forgive when all you have left to remember someone by is the marks.
You are not our child. The words rang through her thoughts once more, the last she had heard from her father as he had turned from her, leaving her there to wander the tents once more, already plastering on a false smile, pretending all was right. She had looked upon her mother in those moments, saw how her eyes were filled with tears and her lips trembled, seeking to speak but afraid of what he might do if she dared. And then there was her son. He had been so small, crying out for her yet there was nothing either could do for there was no blood there, nothing which bound them, and she had thought him better off in the care of her mother.
How wrong had she been. That night she had felt the flames, watched as her life had crumbled and was torn apart by creatures she could barely keep track of, driven to kill by their want for blood, the screams filling her head, yet all she could do was watch as they died around her. Every night she relived those final moments, watched as her son was torn apart, pleading with her to make it stop, but she seemed stone, rooted to the spot, unable, or was it unwilling, to move.
A month, filled with gruelling travel and attempts to push aside the false memory – she had saved him, had seen her child off but still her mind screamed at her, spoke of the death she had sent him to – seeking shelter only to find this place. Surprise had touched her in those first moments before it swelled, becoming something akin to a childish glee as she looked upon this tiny jewel nestled within the ocean, bobbing gently by a beach. It was like nothing she had ever seen before and had come to enjoy a great deal, pushing herself to be something here, to do more than she had within a home she had been unwelcome in the end, yet thoughts of her son never truly left her.
Slowly the albino mountain lion moved across the boards, progress slowed both by her missing limb and the mere fact she wanted to simply relax with this walk, allowing her thoughts to turn back to those days when she had known only sand and heat, some part of her longing for the desert once more. She loved this place, readily called it home, but it was different from her place of birth to a point her heart ached, longing for a time which seemed simple when looked back upon. Surprise touched Ishayu only briefly, eyes widening a small fraction and a soft hum rising from pursed lips, before it faded, a soft smile lacing her lips as she looked upon the serval.
A stranger to her, yet such was unsurprising for she had yet to meet a good number of those present here, Ishayu seemed to feel no trepidation and approached slowly, being sure her steps made noise so as to not startle him, though doing her best to make sure it did not disturb his concentration all that much. Moving to stand a little closer she cast her attention towards the piece he was working on, watching for a time as he worked. It was rather well done and took the shape of the fountain very well, the small details lacking though his careful paw seemed to be filling in those spaces until it seemed a rather well done replica of what sat before them. For a time she wondered upon asking him to teach her some, though she held some artistic abilities of her own it was within shaping over drawing, her paw not quite steady enough for such work, such all too apparent in the various scribbled plans which she had stashed within the upper floor of her home.
“You are very good,” leaning a little closer Ishayu spoke lightly and offered Pierce that gentle smile, pushing aside her previous thoughts for the moment. There would be time enough for that, for the moment she merely enjoyed watching him work, curious as to what more he would do having yet to spot the paints.
[ last three paragraphs are the only important things, i kinda went a little overboard & welcome to the sunfam and don't worry at all, i mean mine is a mess as well cause i'm tired but wanted to get something up, i really hope you enjoy your time here with us and i look forward to seeing pierce, i already like him ]
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike