08-18-2018, 09:39 AM
[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;"]The egg had been a somewhat strange find, left discarded within a low set nest surrounded by fragments of shell as though the rest of the clutch had no complications but this one had not been as lucky. She had not thought of it being dead, though her life had been steered towards darker paths the serval had tried to keep her thoughts upon a more optimistic line, and readily took the egg, bundling it up within fabric and furs to keep it warm.
It had been a week since the day she had come across it with little sign of life from withing though the shell had gained some warmth, a gentle heat that became steadily more noticeable the more time that passed, the small flicker of hope she had harboured growing stronger. Yet it had seemed to smooth out and nothing more had come of it, the slight heat never building though it had yet to fall, which she was thankful for, her efforts were never ceased, however, for she had no wish to abandon the egg if there was a chance.
That morning she had bundled up the egg and moved it out onto the her porch, picking a portion which was uncovered and permitted sunlight to stream down onto the stained wood, pulling a chair out onto it for her to sit. Of a much smaller stature now she took only a small portion of the chair and so set the bundle of fabric next to her, humming softly beneath her breath as she watched the world go by, simply enjoying the peace of the morning. Or at least she was.
Gentle at first, the tap went largely unnoticed before it came again, growing in strength. Ishayu found her attention turning to the bundle by her, a soft murmur of surprise escaping her as she watched the egg shift slightly, more taps coming from within the thin shell. Well this was a surprise. For the moment she had some time before it hatched, or at least she hoped so, and she quickly looked for another, hoping they would know where to get the necessary food for the chick.
It had been a week since the day she had come across it with little sign of life from withing though the shell had gained some warmth, a gentle heat that became steadily more noticeable the more time that passed, the small flicker of hope she had harboured growing stronger. Yet it had seemed to smooth out and nothing more had come of it, the slight heat never building though it had yet to fall, which she was thankful for, her efforts were never ceased, however, for she had no wish to abandon the egg if there was a chance.
That morning she had bundled up the egg and moved it out onto the her porch, picking a portion which was uncovered and permitted sunlight to stream down onto the stained wood, pulling a chair out onto it for her to sit. Of a much smaller stature now she took only a small portion of the chair and so set the bundle of fabric next to her, humming softly beneath her breath as she watched the world go by, simply enjoying the peace of the morning. Or at least she was.
Gentle at first, the tap went largely unnoticed before it came again, growing in strength. Ishayu found her attention turning to the bundle by her, a soft murmur of surprise escaping her as she watched the egg shift slightly, more taps coming from within the thin shell. Well this was a surprise. For the moment she had some time before it hatched, or at least she hoped so, and she quickly looked for another, hoping they would know where to get the necessary food for the chick.
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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