09-12-2018, 12:41 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;"]Though a great many partook in alcohol he was amongst the few to have yet to imbibe any, the matter of his youth working to keep it at bay and he had found little of the various drinks on offer tempting enough to try even a sip. He had grown accustomed to the smell of it, soaked into the very boards which made up the floor of the tavern he had stayed in a few times now, driven there by need more than anything. It had been been unpleasant in those first days, heavy and cloying, permeating the entire structure until it seemed inescapable, the acidic quality to it lingering in the back of the throat leaving it to burn. It was more from necessity he had grown better about it, found ways to combat it within his own room and reached a point it was vertically unnoticeable.
He was more than pleased to leave it behind, a vacant hut sitting on just on the edge where the jungle gave way to sand slow made over into his own space. Unfortunately he still had a few things left in the Capricorn he needed to retrieve, left for a time as he had chosen to take only the essential items as he began to settle in, a trek he had grown familiar with. Beneath small paws sand crunched softly, replaced by the warmed surface of smoothed cobble, his satchel hanging about his waist, empty for he had need of it. For only a few minutes, time enough for him to climb the stairs and stow the last of his items in the bag, was the sage within the structure that had housed him for some time now, half listening to the chatter of those on the floor beneath.
It was within the threshold that another voice rose, distant and thus somewhat unclear, confusion curling about dark features, the single dark eye narrowing as he sought the speaker. He couldn't quite tell what it was had been spoken, only a few words had risen to a volume he might determine what they were but without the rest of the sentence it held no meaning, as such he was forced to rely on finding the one who had voiced their opinion and ask them t repeat it. Separated from the pale sand for he proved a starker shade Aussie was little trouble to find, though he had hunched himself over the rock and thus it as his movement, repetitive and easy, as he smashed the plastic egg against the surface of a rock.
Beneath the steady onslaught the egg broke, much slower then Silus would have thought, and was surprised to find nothing came spilling out, its contents seemingly wedged in firmly. Taking up a slow pace he moved closer to where the other had set himself, looking upon the ruined box though giving it little more than this cursory glance. In a similar fashion to Aussie he found himself curious as to the golden text but spared no time in reading it, he had grown better about it but had little time to do so in recent weeks, much too busy to spare time for such no matter how badly he wanted to, instead looking to the Beta.
“What ar ya doin...” Though it proved a question he cared not for the answer, seemingly not expecting one as he moved closer, catching sight of a flash of something fuzzy in the broken egg. It seemed not to be the gold hoped for, more a bright shade of something, possibly blue or purple, but beyond that Silus could tell nothing of what was inside.
He was more than pleased to leave it behind, a vacant hut sitting on just on the edge where the jungle gave way to sand slow made over into his own space. Unfortunately he still had a few things left in the Capricorn he needed to retrieve, left for a time as he had chosen to take only the essential items as he began to settle in, a trek he had grown familiar with. Beneath small paws sand crunched softly, replaced by the warmed surface of smoothed cobble, his satchel hanging about his waist, empty for he had need of it. For only a few minutes, time enough for him to climb the stairs and stow the last of his items in the bag, was the sage within the structure that had housed him for some time now, half listening to the chatter of those on the floor beneath.
It was within the threshold that another voice rose, distant and thus somewhat unclear, confusion curling about dark features, the single dark eye narrowing as he sought the speaker. He couldn't quite tell what it was had been spoken, only a few words had risen to a volume he might determine what they were but without the rest of the sentence it held no meaning, as such he was forced to rely on finding the one who had voiced their opinion and ask them t repeat it. Separated from the pale sand for he proved a starker shade Aussie was little trouble to find, though he had hunched himself over the rock and thus it as his movement, repetitive and easy, as he smashed the plastic egg against the surface of a rock.
Beneath the steady onslaught the egg broke, much slower then Silus would have thought, and was surprised to find nothing came spilling out, its contents seemingly wedged in firmly. Taking up a slow pace he moved closer to where the other had set himself, looking upon the ruined box though giving it little more than this cursory glance. In a similar fashion to Aussie he found himself curious as to the golden text but spared no time in reading it, he had grown better about it but had little time to do so in recent weeks, much too busy to spare time for such no matter how badly he wanted to, instead looking to the Beta.
“What ar ya doin...” Though it proved a question he cared not for the answer, seemingly not expecting one as he moved closer, catching sight of a flash of something fuzzy in the broken egg. It seemed not to be the gold hoped for, more a bright shade of something, possibly blue or purple, but beyond that Silus could tell nothing of what was inside.