08-15-2018, 05:54 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Though to some there was a familiarity about shades of black and gold there was no recognition of the prehistoric predator for the child. He had seen only five months of his life come to pass, though the venom which had touched is blood, had seeped through ragged flesh as teeth had torn through his throat and seen the process of his ageing slow to a degree, much of it spent outside of this place, the past week one he had spent merely wandering.
As to what drove the child away, seeking something he was fearful of admitting, none knew or were like to get from him, kept pressed to his chest for none needed to know his purposes.
It had been only a few days since Harland had once more showed up upon the edge of the territory, tentative where this stranger was not, uncertainty pushing him to linger before finally closing in on the observatory. His own welcome had been rather tearful, touched with worry as he had found himself with familiar faces, a comfort he could not offer to Eternal. Small paws made no audible sound as he moved, rather it was a sound of surprise drawn from him in a light squeak which announced his present.
To most the spinosaurus would tower above them, at a height few could match, but to him it proved more so a significant difference. So young, and undersized for his age, he stared up in wonder at the creature before him, ears flattening as she called, names unfamiliar to him but then they seemed to be nicknames rather than actual names, one seemed vaguely familiar, however. “Marg?” Lifting his voice as best he could, difficult for his vocal cords strained and ached, the damage sustained when he had his throat opened around two weeks ago now enough to make speaking at a normal volume difficult, hoping she had heard his call.
Some seemed angry at Margaery, harbouring some dark feelings towards her for the mere fact she had left, yet the child was not amongst those numbers for he had left before she had and rather missed her, enjoying having her around again. As to what purpose, and why she spoke such a name for her, the child could only guess at though he didn't seem to do so, instead choosing to shuffle a few steps closer than to ponder upon such a thought.
As to what drove the child away, seeking something he was fearful of admitting, none knew or were like to get from him, kept pressed to his chest for none needed to know his purposes.
It had been only a few days since Harland had once more showed up upon the edge of the territory, tentative where this stranger was not, uncertainty pushing him to linger before finally closing in on the observatory. His own welcome had been rather tearful, touched with worry as he had found himself with familiar faces, a comfort he could not offer to Eternal. Small paws made no audible sound as he moved, rather it was a sound of surprise drawn from him in a light squeak which announced his present.
To most the spinosaurus would tower above them, at a height few could match, but to him it proved more so a significant difference. So young, and undersized for his age, he stared up in wonder at the creature before him, ears flattening as she called, names unfamiliar to him but then they seemed to be nicknames rather than actual names, one seemed vaguely familiar, however. “Marg?” Lifting his voice as best he could, difficult for his vocal cords strained and ached, the damage sustained when he had his throat opened around two weeks ago now enough to make speaking at a normal volume difficult, hoping she had heard his call.
Some seemed angry at Margaery, harbouring some dark feelings towards her for the mere fact she had left, yet the child was not amongst those numbers for he had left before she had and rather missed her, enjoying having her around again. As to what purpose, and why she spoke such a name for her, the child could only guess at though he didn't seem to do so, instead choosing to shuffle a few steps closer than to ponder upon such a thought.