09-03-2018, 09:01 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;"]Punishment. The word seemed strained as it parted his beak, devoid of the arrogance which curled about his voice within prior sentences, speaking of something more behind it. Within the back of his skull that word lodged, though the rest washed over him, found a perch for a brief moment before they were slipping beneath the stream of ever present conscious thought, left to be regarded at another time if such proved necessary. Yet his teeth found his lower lip and chewed upon it for a short span of time, in a similar fashion to his mind as he wondered if such fit his own actions, his want to feel pain for acts he never truly committed yet felt too real, fragmented memory murmuring gently of reality.
Dark ears flick as Feliks speaks of the name, a slip of the tongue, nothing more in truth, faint the chuckle drawn from his lips. Indeed it was vague and unsure, a simple thing for one like him, all so young yet forced to grow at a pace no child should. He had been forced to see more than any child might at his stage of life, felt broken bone and helped to mend it, been present when death had seemed no far off idea but rather an old friend, lingering about the shoulders whispering in his ear, asking him to simply give in and allow things to run its course.
“Hmm,” drawn up the single eye held a hint of curiosity at the remark of him not being fully mortal. Was this odd mix like him, one who bore something beyond this mortal realm, given a title for the mere fact his soul was split between two, or might it merely be a wishful desire to find another outside of those he deemed family. “How're ya not... totally mortal.”
Dark ears flick as Feliks speaks of the name, a slip of the tongue, nothing more in truth, faint the chuckle drawn from his lips. Indeed it was vague and unsure, a simple thing for one like him, all so young yet forced to grow at a pace no child should. He had been forced to see more than any child might at his stage of life, felt broken bone and helped to mend it, been present when death had seemed no far off idea but rather an old friend, lingering about the shoulders whispering in his ear, asking him to simply give in and allow things to run its course.
“Hmm,” drawn up the single eye held a hint of curiosity at the remark of him not being fully mortal. Was this odd mix like him, one who bore something beyond this mortal realm, given a title for the mere fact his soul was split between two, or might it merely be a wishful desire to find another outside of those he deemed family. “How're ya not... totally mortal.”