09-17-2018, 01:41 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;"]Few may deem the activities the child had been present during might be considered training, or at least there were a small number who might call any of it such, more simplistic tasks working towards his minimal strengths. Clear was it he lacked in way of physical strength and endurance, small even for one his age and at a weight many might view as malnourished, little fat and muscle upon him clinging to the shape of bone. His state was less out of minimal appetite or food consumption, rather the contrary he enjoyed a wide range of foods though his taste were more vegetation based, but his ignorance to the pain, curling in his stomach, dragging claws along the lining until it seemed to tear through.
He had grown accustomed to it, took the pain and hide it though time wore at him, picking away at thinning determination until it seemed little more than a frayed string, barely clinging as he struggled to plaster on a smile.
The call rose, tone given no room for argument though none would come from him as it might from others, faint sound escaping dark lips. Just within the open doors Har looked upon Bast with wide eyes, unsure on how to react to his words. His decree of it being mandatory for Oni and Thea gave brief pause, the two amongst the very small few that left him unsure, in some regards almost terrified, but curiosity won out over it. Turning upon the balls of his paws he took a quick pace, following behind the Seraph as closely as he could, though a few times he lagged behind some, short legs unable to match the pace of the other all that well.
He had grown accustomed to it, took the pain and hide it though time wore at him, picking away at thinning determination until it seemed little more than a frayed string, barely clinging as he struggled to plaster on a smile.
The call rose, tone given no room for argument though none would come from him as it might from others, faint sound escaping dark lips. Just within the open doors Har looked upon Bast with wide eyes, unsure on how to react to his words. His decree of it being mandatory for Oni and Thea gave brief pause, the two amongst the very small few that left him unsure, in some regards almost terrified, but curiosity won out over it. Turning upon the balls of his paws he took a quick pace, following behind the Seraph as closely as he could, though a few times he lagged behind some, short legs unable to match the pace of the other all that well.