10-07-2018, 02:32 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;"]There were times they knew well they were not the victor within a situation, grown to such a point they were minuscule a detail in the overarching story, but such never tempered the way they felt about such. It had been a difficult thing allowing control to slip through their fingers, permit another any level of command over them, but it had been a necessary sacrifice. They were a stranger within this place in all ways, found themself wandering and alone, hoping only for the space to continue their work. The price for such had been steep, to such a point they had not been ready to swallow all conditions tied into it, but permitted themself a few things.
As such the fox had volunteered when talk had turned towards this visit, their interest tempered some when the place they would be travelling to was not where the mongrel they had spoken to only days ago had come from. Across the outcropping of trees clustered about the gate the trio stopped before dark eyes roved, keeping some distance between themself and the other two. By no means was Esma fearful, rather they held no want to be close to either, towering about their own slight stature to a point that left them uneasy.
Another approached, harbouring a smell similar to that they had grown accustomed to though touched by something else, the heavy tang of the sea covering fainter tones. The jaguar was quite a wonderful specimen, lacking the expected colouring he held one unique to him, markings similar and the faint glow about them stranger still. But it was upon the cuts low on the neck they found themself wondering upon. Too even and well made to be scars, lacking the characteristic raise of flesh that had seen injury and there seemed faint movement, faint hum escaping Esma as they looked upon Pincher. Beyond this there would be no response from them, here only to observe and help where it might be offered, free of the satchel usually tied about their mid section which they greatly regretted.
As such the fox had volunteered when talk had turned towards this visit, their interest tempered some when the place they would be travelling to was not where the mongrel they had spoken to only days ago had come from. Across the outcropping of trees clustered about the gate the trio stopped before dark eyes roved, keeping some distance between themself and the other two. By no means was Esma fearful, rather they held no want to be close to either, towering about their own slight stature to a point that left them uneasy.
Another approached, harbouring a smell similar to that they had grown accustomed to though touched by something else, the heavy tang of the sea covering fainter tones. The jaguar was quite a wonderful specimen, lacking the expected colouring he held one unique to him, markings similar and the faint glow about them stranger still. But it was upon the cuts low on the neck they found themself wondering upon. Too even and well made to be scars, lacking the characteristic raise of flesh that had seen injury and there seemed faint movement, faint hum escaping Esma as they looked upon Pincher. Beyond this there would be no response from them, here only to observe and help where it might be offered, free of the satchel usually tied about their mid section which they greatly regretted.