09-17-2018, 01:53 AM
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There is nothing so sinister about the next to approach, though the tiny frame is given a covering of fur holding no colour beyond the pitch of darkness, broken by the thin white line about the scar decorating the space above the collarbones. He is a quiet child, one prone to not allowing his voice to raise without prompt, and yet it does now. Through lips pressed into a line a hum rises, legs straightened as he takes each step, a little solider on his way down the line. Indeed he was a bit of a chatterbox when the mood struck, Moon one of the few prone to taking the brunt of such, quiet moments when sleep was slow to take the child, muttering of the days proceedings.
“Bones!” Quiet squeak broke through the stream of his tune, smile easy as it curled about dark lips. Though the bright sheen of golden eyes touched upon each present, all but one amongst their number met within prior moments, it was the canine in question he lingered upon. Though he had seemed brutish, brushing Har aside when it was deemed he was little more than a child, he found some like for the other, if only for the fact he had grown curious as to where Bones had come from.
Skidding some the child reached out, an attempt to hook his forelegs about one of Bones' own, tilting his head back to offer a wide grin towards him. “Hello! Ho...How are.. you?” Disjointed and broken, rasping voice crackling as he struggled to give voice to each separate word, he made an attempt to form his question in a way hopefully pleasing to the German Shepard.
There is nothing so sinister about the next to approach, though the tiny frame is given a covering of fur holding no colour beyond the pitch of darkness, broken by the thin white line about the scar decorating the space above the collarbones. He is a quiet child, one prone to not allowing his voice to raise without prompt, and yet it does now. Through lips pressed into a line a hum rises, legs straightened as he takes each step, a little solider on his way down the line. Indeed he was a bit of a chatterbox when the mood struck, Moon one of the few prone to taking the brunt of such, quiet moments when sleep was slow to take the child, muttering of the days proceedings.
“Bones!” Quiet squeak broke through the stream of his tune, smile easy as it curled about dark lips. Though the bright sheen of golden eyes touched upon each present, all but one amongst their number met within prior moments, it was the canine in question he lingered upon. Though he had seemed brutish, brushing Har aside when it was deemed he was little more than a child, he found some like for the other, if only for the fact he had grown curious as to where Bones had come from.
Skidding some the child reached out, an attempt to hook his forelegs about one of Bones' own, tilting his head back to offer a wide grin towards him. “Hello! Ho...How are.. you?” Disjointed and broken, rasping voice crackling as he struggled to give voice to each separate word, he made an attempt to form his question in a way hopefully pleasing to the German Shepard.