10-06-2018, 06:29 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Many names had found perch upon lips within regards to the man who walked so tall for the small stature they bore, given the soft curve of a smile that seemed knowing, speaking of secrets they might spin so easily if prompted to do so. Yet none had spoken such within their presence, had allowed only their title to pass pursed lips touched with tense smile of their own, worrying always what lies they might speak to ruin them – Doctor. Greatly had they enjoyed seeing others squirm, wishing to add other terms, words of ill repute and favour upon the end but never daring, fearful of the dark gaze that held them.
It had been sometime since then, however, since the moniker had been given. The Plague Doctor. Upon newspapers and on lips had the name been present for they had taken to wearing the mask, allowing it to hide their identity, a killer hunting cobbled streets. With their death had it all ended, crumbling about them as they struggled to breath into lungs riddled with bullets, watched with the steely gaze of those they had tricked into believing them helpful.
A lifetime ago seemed such events, when the skin they bore was not covered in fur toned in such shades of autumn, bristling as they moved through the leaf litter. Small paws skittered across it, a pace quicker then they had wanted but they had come out for a simple walk only to grow lost. The faint sound of voices, carried upon a breath which left their ears to perk as best they could, catching their attention. Moving closer the small fox found themself gazing upon strangers, at the back of the one seeking to join, as of yet unaware of their present.
“It is, do you have business with Sunhaven?” Question rose as Esma circled around Syzygy, offering Jersey only a brief flick of their gaze, stopped a bit off from the both but still close enough to be considered apart of the conversation. In a similar fashion they deemed themself outside of the group, not quite a member though they would participate when needed, enough to allow them board here. Within time they would move on, given no ties as the other for they cared not for the beach, preferring the cluster of trees dotting the mountains instead, closer and darker, a place strangely familiar.
It had been sometime since then, however, since the moniker had been given. The Plague Doctor. Upon newspapers and on lips had the name been present for they had taken to wearing the mask, allowing it to hide their identity, a killer hunting cobbled streets. With their death had it all ended, crumbling about them as they struggled to breath into lungs riddled with bullets, watched with the steely gaze of those they had tricked into believing them helpful.
A lifetime ago seemed such events, when the skin they bore was not covered in fur toned in such shades of autumn, bristling as they moved through the leaf litter. Small paws skittered across it, a pace quicker then they had wanted but they had come out for a simple walk only to grow lost. The faint sound of voices, carried upon a breath which left their ears to perk as best they could, catching their attention. Moving closer the small fox found themself gazing upon strangers, at the back of the one seeking to join, as of yet unaware of their present.
“It is, do you have business with Sunhaven?” Question rose as Esma circled around Syzygy, offering Jersey only a brief flick of their gaze, stopped a bit off from the both but still close enough to be considered apart of the conversation. In a similar fashion they deemed themself outside of the group, not quite a member though they would participate when needed, enough to allow them board here. Within time they would move on, given no ties as the other for they cared not for the beach, preferring the cluster of trees dotting the mountains instead, closer and darker, a place strangely familiar.