10-10-2018, 12:01 AM
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It was not the names – familiar now though faces are blurred, features given faint edges until colours runs into one another – but the inquiry, seeking assistance in tone that spoke of worry though not lifted, call as they had grown accustomed. Finally they realised about them rose the dying sound of the bell, heavy a clamour, gone unnoticed as their mind wandered. Blinking a few times unease was present, stiff limbs carrying Sil closer to where one who seemed familiar, if only slight, little more than a stranger whose name they had heard in passing, the other given not even this.
Pale fur marred, ruined by blood that had become a crust about chest and cheek, speaking of injury they could not discern from such a distance. They had none of their things, waist free from the strangely familiar weight of a satchel they had found close to the entrance of their hut, seen as unnecessary when all they had sought was a walk. Stepping closer gaze moved between Victor and this other, judging the canine would very well be able to hold the weight of this stranger – no, he was familiar, memory arising in faint washes of colour, seeking attention they have no time to afford it.
“Is anything broken?” Leaning in, words spoken into the ear, prepared to check themself if no answer may be given one way or the other. There was nothing smart about attempting to lift him, let alone transport him the distance between gate and beach, but such might be the best option open to them if no other showed soon.
It was not the names – familiar now though faces are blurred, features given faint edges until colours runs into one another – but the inquiry, seeking assistance in tone that spoke of worry though not lifted, call as they had grown accustomed. Finally they realised about them rose the dying sound of the bell, heavy a clamour, gone unnoticed as their mind wandered. Blinking a few times unease was present, stiff limbs carrying Sil closer to where one who seemed familiar, if only slight, little more than a stranger whose name they had heard in passing, the other given not even this.
Pale fur marred, ruined by blood that had become a crust about chest and cheek, speaking of injury they could not discern from such a distance. They had none of their things, waist free from the strangely familiar weight of a satchel they had found close to the entrance of their hut, seen as unnecessary when all they had sought was a walk. Stepping closer gaze moved between Victor and this other, judging the canine would very well be able to hold the weight of this stranger – no, he was familiar, memory arising in faint washes of colour, seeking attention they have no time to afford it.
“Is anything broken?” Leaning in, words spoken into the ear, prepared to check themself if no answer may be given one way or the other. There was nothing smart about attempting to lift him, let alone transport him the distance between gate and beach, but such might be the best option open to them if no other showed soon.