08-23-2018, 10:53 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Faint had it been, a soft murmur scraping along the surface of a throat left raw, attention settled on something else latching onto it, turning such a foreign but welcome concept over. They could speak not of what it brought, the gentle flicker of something within their heart, but it had brought with it unexpected consequences.
No secret was made of the disdain the small sage harboured towards those they called their siblings, a gentle thing tempered by a love their heart sought to grow stronger, but something forced them back. A month is all that separated them, a short expanse of time speaking of love where they held none, a family knit together by joy only to be ravaged. They had known Jacob only a small bit, rarely sought him for it felt strange to allow something to grow there when all that was present between those who had given them life were tattered remains, a name they bore only hatred towards and no care. Grief has a funny way of bringing others together, however, and Aita allowed their heart to soften, to view these children of their father and Jacob in, if only a small bit.
Beneath small smoke toned paws and crunched softly, stumbling and unsure each for one leg was held above, a makeshift sling of sorts keeping it from danging. They knew well they should rest, allow their body time to heal, the faint ache radiating out from where once an eye had been reminding them of such, but they could not climb to the tree house in this state and held no want to be in the Capricorn, the smokey tang of alcohol and cigarettes too much now. And so they wandered, let their steps draw them towards the beach, drawn by the soft lull of the ocean, a murmur so familiar now.
Dark eyes focused upon a slight figure draped in ash, weighed by the water it had soaked up during his time within the waves. Hesitance touched each step which drew Aita closer, tail flicking behind them in a move seemingly speaking of agitation but rather it was the only sign of joy they were permit to show, brow drawing down and a small frown drawn across dark lips.
No secret was made of the disdain the small sage harboured towards those they called their siblings, a gentle thing tempered by a love their heart sought to grow stronger, but something forced them back. A month is all that separated them, a short expanse of time speaking of love where they held none, a family knit together by joy only to be ravaged. They had known Jacob only a small bit, rarely sought him for it felt strange to allow something to grow there when all that was present between those who had given them life were tattered remains, a name they bore only hatred towards and no care. Grief has a funny way of bringing others together, however, and Aita allowed their heart to soften, to view these children of their father and Jacob in, if only a small bit.
Beneath small smoke toned paws and crunched softly, stumbling and unsure each for one leg was held above, a makeshift sling of sorts keeping it from danging. They knew well they should rest, allow their body time to heal, the faint ache radiating out from where once an eye had been reminding them of such, but they could not climb to the tree house in this state and held no want to be in the Capricorn, the smokey tang of alcohol and cigarettes too much now. And so they wandered, let their steps draw them towards the beach, drawn by the soft lull of the ocean, a murmur so familiar now.
Dark eyes focused upon a slight figure draped in ash, weighed by the water it had soaked up during his time within the waves. Hesitance touched each step which drew Aita closer, tail flicking behind them in a move seemingly speaking of agitation but rather it was the only sign of joy they were permit to show, brow drawing down and a small frown drawn across dark lips.