08-24-2018, 12:34 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;"]All too quickly had things fallen apart, before it had even begun broken apart for the mere fact grief had grown to such a point it churned in their stomach, heavy and unrelenting, bringing with it tears. In truth they were unsure what it was that had driven them to seek out Pincher for things had been strained before and with the arrival of his newest brood more stress was put upon a tumultuous relationship present between father and child. And yet what else did they have in the wake of their lose, barely given enough energy to pick up the pieces of shattered relationships, struggling to make amends where it mattered, simply allowing the rest of their family to draw away.
It was better this way, wasn't it?
Cold metal changed and almost inaudible was the sigh parting dark lips, toes curling as they enjoyed the warmth of the sand, the fact they had been crying only minutes before all too clear. Wet still and spiking as it dried the fur beneath their eye bore a trail hinting at such, what once was white about the dark brown reddened, both from the act and their constant rubbing at it. An ache gripped where once another had sat, radiating out from the back of the socket and gripping their skull, digging iron claws in with no hint of relenting. Later they would take something to lessen the pain for now their path was set, a slow, hobbling step drawing them towards the turtle.
Never had they approached it though they wandered the bay many times, found themself drawn back by the soft murmur of the sea, worry gently gnawing along the edge of their stomach, grumbling with faint discomfort as they gazed upon the stature of iron and steel. Slowly they moved closer, stopping beneath her belly before they settled, taking a few deep breaths before they found themself ready.
“I uh... got sumfin I wanna say,” their voice rose, hesitant at first only to gain some strength, paw shuffling in the sand, uncertain now. For a short time they waited for some to gather before them, giving themself a chance to gather muddled thoughts, seeming to address the sand beneath them rather than those who had shown up. “I ain' Aita, I don' tink I ever was, jus took me a whil' ta find out,” a slow beginning but one none the less. Slowly that single dark eye rose and swept over those present, trying to see how this first part was taken. “I ain' a gal, I'mma... I'mma boy, and me names Silus.”
It was better this way, wasn't it?
Cold metal changed and almost inaudible was the sigh parting dark lips, toes curling as they enjoyed the warmth of the sand, the fact they had been crying only minutes before all too clear. Wet still and spiking as it dried the fur beneath their eye bore a trail hinting at such, what once was white about the dark brown reddened, both from the act and their constant rubbing at it. An ache gripped where once another had sat, radiating out from the back of the socket and gripping their skull, digging iron claws in with no hint of relenting. Later they would take something to lessen the pain for now their path was set, a slow, hobbling step drawing them towards the turtle.
Never had they approached it though they wandered the bay many times, found themself drawn back by the soft murmur of the sea, worry gently gnawing along the edge of their stomach, grumbling with faint discomfort as they gazed upon the stature of iron and steel. Slowly they moved closer, stopping beneath her belly before they settled, taking a few deep breaths before they found themself ready.
“I uh... got sumfin I wanna say,” their voice rose, hesitant at first only to gain some strength, paw shuffling in the sand, uncertain now. For a short time they waited for some to gather before them, giving themself a chance to gather muddled thoughts, seeming to address the sand beneath them rather than those who had shown up. “I ain' Aita, I don' tink I ever was, jus took me a whil' ta find out,” a slow beginning but one none the less. Slowly that single dark eye rose and swept over those present, trying to see how this first part was taken. “I ain' a gal, I'mma... I'mma boy, and me names Silus.”