09-06-2018, 08:13 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;"]It was apart of nature to make mistakes, to allow things to slip through the craps and ignore the wisdom of prior knowledge gathered from previous events or simply allow feelings to take hold, control the impulse of a mind seeking something. But could one deem emotion a mistake, matter of a heart longing for something, seeking what the mind may come to chide it for. Within such there is no knowledge that might push one back, might draw forth any sense of fear within consequences spun before oneself, gossamer between fingers, so light and thin one may miss each as it branches off into the unknown. No thought brought forth may cut away at the want, ruin the desire to do as one pleases, for the heart yearns for something and it reaches, ever clutching, until it has obtained it or broken within the process.
He had grown accustomed to finding sleep falling from him in the hours before dawn arose, found little use for growing annoyed over such a lose for he would make it up later, given to napping during the late afternoon when all seemed relatively quiet. And so he moved about, a shadow cut with strands of red, silent though hobbling steps should surely have drawn sound, yet the comfort in the way he moved, the slight grace to each step, spoke of him growing better. There was little to handle with the leg, left freed now as the bone slowly came back together though still it could not bare his weight, the eye is what caused the most trouble.
Left with only one he had found his depth perception greatly lowered and found himself over shooting or ending up too short, some walks ending in him merely walking in circles as he grew angry at his predicament, self made for his actions had been idiotic. Quickly he had given up on attempting to made his usual morning tea, try as he might he missed the tea cup each time, leading into a mess he had quickly cleaned before he departed the tavern, murmuring angered words beneath his breath. He would grow used to it in time, learn to deal with it and once more learn how to control his body with this change, but for now he had only hatred for this state, moving along the beach.
It might have been some stroke of luck, or might it have been he was unlucky, Silus missed the harm done to Luca, never saw the one he deemed his Goddess grip him and make attempts to drown him – no, this was not drowning, attempted or otherwise, it was torment, pain for something done wrong, not an end just yet. The aftermath was too easy to see for beneath the waves he sank one last time and small paws halted in their movements. For but a few brief seconds he lingered there, feeling each breath scrape along his throat, until he was moving as quickly as his healing body would allow.
The salt stung. Into ears left little more than tatters, the skin about where once horns had sat, water found a way in and dug deep, pain arising until his mind grew hazy. Yet on he continued to push, struggling to propel himself through the water, paws barely grazing the sand beneath, helping some. Blindly Silus was reaching, curling his arms about Luca beneath his forelimbs, struggling to pull. His injured leg screamed at him to stop or risk further harm, yet he pushed on, back paws digging into the sand as he pulled. For all his efforts he could only shift the hound a small bit, dragging along the sand, weighed down by the moisture within his fur.
Rising to the surface he struggled to tread water, lifting his voice in hopes someone would hear. “HELP! SUMUN HELP!”
He had grown accustomed to finding sleep falling from him in the hours before dawn arose, found little use for growing annoyed over such a lose for he would make it up later, given to napping during the late afternoon when all seemed relatively quiet. And so he moved about, a shadow cut with strands of red, silent though hobbling steps should surely have drawn sound, yet the comfort in the way he moved, the slight grace to each step, spoke of him growing better. There was little to handle with the leg, left freed now as the bone slowly came back together though still it could not bare his weight, the eye is what caused the most trouble.
Left with only one he had found his depth perception greatly lowered and found himself over shooting or ending up too short, some walks ending in him merely walking in circles as he grew angry at his predicament, self made for his actions had been idiotic. Quickly he had given up on attempting to made his usual morning tea, try as he might he missed the tea cup each time, leading into a mess he had quickly cleaned before he departed the tavern, murmuring angered words beneath his breath. He would grow used to it in time, learn to deal with it and once more learn how to control his body with this change, but for now he had only hatred for this state, moving along the beach.
It might have been some stroke of luck, or might it have been he was unlucky, Silus missed the harm done to Luca, never saw the one he deemed his Goddess grip him and make attempts to drown him – no, this was not drowning, attempted or otherwise, it was torment, pain for something done wrong, not an end just yet. The aftermath was too easy to see for beneath the waves he sank one last time and small paws halted in their movements. For but a few brief seconds he lingered there, feeling each breath scrape along his throat, until he was moving as quickly as his healing body would allow.
The salt stung. Into ears left little more than tatters, the skin about where once horns had sat, water found a way in and dug deep, pain arising until his mind grew hazy. Yet on he continued to push, struggling to propel himself through the water, paws barely grazing the sand beneath, helping some. Blindly Silus was reaching, curling his arms about Luca beneath his forelimbs, struggling to pull. His injured leg screamed at him to stop or risk further harm, yet he pushed on, back paws digging into the sand as he pulled. For all his efforts he could only shift the hound a small bit, dragging along the sand, weighed down by the moisture within his fur.
Rising to the surface he struggled to tread water, lifting his voice in hopes someone would hear. “HELP! SUMUN HELP!”