09-02-2018, 08:05 AM
[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;"]Too well had he known self exile, allowed the thoughts swirling about his mind to be his only company, but there the similarities were ended. Though it proved a bitter drought for the spectre, out of reasoning beyond what he might ever change or find wiped from the minds of those about him, it was different from Silus. From the beginning the child had stood out amongst his peers, found little interest in the childish activities of boyhood. It might have been the structure of his thoughts, the way they encircled a single, or at times a very select few, topic and seemed a dog with a bone, salivating jaws about it, refusing to be removed no matter how much one tugged and pulled.
Words for such interest seemed to always linger on the edge of his tongue, sought to be spoken, but behind the cage of his teeth were they held. Speaking to others had come to prove a daunting task if the words were not sharpened, given an edge he might wield with a subtle grin, all teeth and bite with no touch of friendliness, a protective measure over anything else. Slow was the building of walls about a heart left in shattered pieces, given to only a few who proved they cared, allowed him to hold their hearts in trembling paws, a gift though his proved a curse, cutting off all others from the boy screaming to be released as he was forced to grow.
Slow was the blink of that single dark eye, the other left little more than a glaring hole, covered for now as the flesh healed. Strange was it still to find it gone, always waking with the thought it had been a nightmare, nothing more than something his mind had dredged up to terrify. And then he moved, felt the shift of bone encased in flesh. It had been reality and one he was forced to walk in each day, always hoping only to find it dashed once more, gone in moments of his mind rising from sleep.
Beneath small paws the stone was smooth, worn by the countless many who had walked this place before, different from the rest who held still jagged peaks. Familiar was it now for he had found himself wandering about the tide pools for a time now, allowing himself to simply move, grow familiar with shifting his weight upon three rather than four limbs. He knew rest was needed to help mend the bone but he couldn't stop. They were down to three and two of their number were training, held not the full capability to make them useful to the degree which proved necessary in recent days.
Within such close proximity Silus had no difficultly in seeing the group, an odd ensemble, yet to form such was no difficult task for many counted amongst the crew were rather at odds. For a time the small Sage merely watched them go about their way, yet the majority of his attention was settled upon Beck. He had been present at his joining, though to call such an event that felt odd, assisting with treating him though it never seemed necessary as the spectre had proven nothing mortal, something he wanted to learn more of. And about his neck was once more that plant. Never had Silus seen the non-mutated variant of the flytrap, as such he saw nothing wrong with it though its size and the way it moved seemed out of sorts when compared to the plants he worked with.
He was too far away, the distance between his position and that of Beck too great, and so he was a helpless bystander as Audrey made to attack the one he was meant to see as a friend, or at least as far as Sil was concerned. Hobbling steps drew him closer, barely passing Linux as she made both a swift entrance and exit, speaking of retrieving the others of which he was glad, to have the others present would be a big help and Rosemary would be a key factor in getting Beck through this. Skirting around the plant, eyeing it wearily as it continued to eat, churning the captured water with each snap of its jaws, he moved to stand by Beck, unsure now of what to do.
“Oi! Get ova 'ere an keep 'im awake, talk ta him or sumfin, just don' let him sleep,” calling over his shoulder he dug through his satchel, thankful the recent increase of injuries had made it almost impossible for him to leave for the day without it, pulling out a handful of bandages. He had been present to watch what Rosemary had done with the first break and so set about to stop any bleeding, though it seemed the bone had gone through the missing segment of cheek and so missed anything vital, making a move to wrap a clean bandage around his head to stop Beck from opening his jaw and further damaging it. “Does anyun 'ave uh... ice, like ya fire but ice.” Looking towards those who had been accompanying Beck once more Silus hoped they understood, having nothing on hand to use to keep swelling down, going for the next best thing while he waited for assistance.
Words for such interest seemed to always linger on the edge of his tongue, sought to be spoken, but behind the cage of his teeth were they held. Speaking to others had come to prove a daunting task if the words were not sharpened, given an edge he might wield with a subtle grin, all teeth and bite with no touch of friendliness, a protective measure over anything else. Slow was the building of walls about a heart left in shattered pieces, given to only a few who proved they cared, allowed him to hold their hearts in trembling paws, a gift though his proved a curse, cutting off all others from the boy screaming to be released as he was forced to grow.
Slow was the blink of that single dark eye, the other left little more than a glaring hole, covered for now as the flesh healed. Strange was it still to find it gone, always waking with the thought it had been a nightmare, nothing more than something his mind had dredged up to terrify. And then he moved, felt the shift of bone encased in flesh. It had been reality and one he was forced to walk in each day, always hoping only to find it dashed once more, gone in moments of his mind rising from sleep.
Beneath small paws the stone was smooth, worn by the countless many who had walked this place before, different from the rest who held still jagged peaks. Familiar was it now for he had found himself wandering about the tide pools for a time now, allowing himself to simply move, grow familiar with shifting his weight upon three rather than four limbs. He knew rest was needed to help mend the bone but he couldn't stop. They were down to three and two of their number were training, held not the full capability to make them useful to the degree which proved necessary in recent days.
Within such close proximity Silus had no difficultly in seeing the group, an odd ensemble, yet to form such was no difficult task for many counted amongst the crew were rather at odds. For a time the small Sage merely watched them go about their way, yet the majority of his attention was settled upon Beck. He had been present at his joining, though to call such an event that felt odd, assisting with treating him though it never seemed necessary as the spectre had proven nothing mortal, something he wanted to learn more of. And about his neck was once more that plant. Never had Silus seen the non-mutated variant of the flytrap, as such he saw nothing wrong with it though its size and the way it moved seemed out of sorts when compared to the plants he worked with.
He was too far away, the distance between his position and that of Beck too great, and so he was a helpless bystander as Audrey made to attack the one he was meant to see as a friend, or at least as far as Sil was concerned. Hobbling steps drew him closer, barely passing Linux as she made both a swift entrance and exit, speaking of retrieving the others of which he was glad, to have the others present would be a big help and Rosemary would be a key factor in getting Beck through this. Skirting around the plant, eyeing it wearily as it continued to eat, churning the captured water with each snap of its jaws, he moved to stand by Beck, unsure now of what to do.
“Oi! Get ova 'ere an keep 'im awake, talk ta him or sumfin, just don' let him sleep,” calling over his shoulder he dug through his satchel, thankful the recent increase of injuries had made it almost impossible for him to leave for the day without it, pulling out a handful of bandages. He had been present to watch what Rosemary had done with the first break and so set about to stop any bleeding, though it seemed the bone had gone through the missing segment of cheek and so missed anything vital, making a move to wrap a clean bandage around his head to stop Beck from opening his jaw and further damaging it. “Does anyun 'ave uh... ice, like ya fire but ice.” Looking towards those who had been accompanying Beck once more Silus hoped they understood, having nothing on hand to use to keep swelling down, going for the next best thing while he waited for assistance.