09-06-2018, 07:03 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;"]To say Caesar held a grudge seemed a rather large understatement, he seemed to harbour a want to make an art form of hatred, carried as though it bore no weight nor consequence behind it, mere second nature. Yet the matter at hand was not turned to him but rather the wildcat which was but one object of such feelings, the one dark eye turned to, hardened by something akin to worry. It was apart of is job, he was meant to care and worry, look out for those around him but this was different.
There was not time for him to speak, question Pincher on his heath for it seemed somewhat better though his mental state was sure to have deteriorated further, before the canine spoke once more. For a few short seconds Silus pondered telling Owen, yet the news had not spread amongst the crew as a whole even now, seemingly kept until a time the funeral may be performed, stretched out for reasons the child had no care to learn of. Some part of him yearned once more for Jacob, hear him speak and laugh, hold him so gently as he once had, unafraid to express every thing he felt. Quickly he shut such down and finally noticed the injured was getting more antsy, or possibly simply annoyed with the situation.
“Soothsaya, are ya okay...” Trailing into silence he was unsure, tone refleting such as the edges broke, unease touching his dark features as he turned to look at her.
There was not time for him to speak, question Pincher on his heath for it seemed somewhat better though his mental state was sure to have deteriorated further, before the canine spoke once more. For a few short seconds Silus pondered telling Owen, yet the news had not spread amongst the crew as a whole even now, seemingly kept until a time the funeral may be performed, stretched out for reasons the child had no care to learn of. Some part of him yearned once more for Jacob, hear him speak and laugh, hold him so gently as he once had, unafraid to express every thing he felt. Quickly he shut such down and finally noticed the injured was getting more antsy, or possibly simply annoyed with the situation.
“Soothsaya, are ya okay...” Trailing into silence he was unsure, tone refleting such as the edges broke, unease touching his dark features as he turned to look at her.