10-11-2018, 03:48 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]There is only silence, or might there have been within moments of quiet, the turbulence of the world softened until is left. Rather it is static, the crackle and pop of something broken, snow cascading about a mind grasping for what it might never graze across, always seeking for what seems missing. Beneath it they hear it, thrum of heart caught in the cage of ribs, constant beat they walk within time to. It is their anchor now, breath raising from lips, cracked and bloodied where teeth have found their place, as slow beat works through hollow chest.
Passive observer is all they are, a boy once deemed another, carrying an identity that felt like ash upon unwilling tongue, freed when another arose yet now. What was the boy tied to the name of Sil, this creature of the present with no past experiences to push them forth, hinting at events playing before them, steady as the heartbeat they count within still mind, the only thing left to them now.
“It might be better to ask one more suited to lifting heavy weight,” quiet voice, raising from lips that bare a slight quirk, tongue pressing against teeth once they close. Taunt features, single dark eye left to them flicking between both present, shuffling step drawing them ever closer. The boulder indeed is one large, beyond the stature they bore, given to a height and weight frightfully below what one might expect and when standing by both they seem more so, the fluff of their dark coat all that makes them seem larger.
A beat, moment as mind seeks the correct words, before teeth part once more. “Why do you need the boulder?” More is there, lingering within soft breath and shift of eye, finding the mottled body of one unfamiliar, glimpsed in moments when they had passed the canine. Strange is it, holding unnatural mix that leaves him an oddity within their mind, though there is nought beyond basic interest, waning as the seconds pass, left with no ground and thus no need for further questioning.
Passive observer is all they are, a boy once deemed another, carrying an identity that felt like ash upon unwilling tongue, freed when another arose yet now. What was the boy tied to the name of Sil, this creature of the present with no past experiences to push them forth, hinting at events playing before them, steady as the heartbeat they count within still mind, the only thing left to them now.
“It might be better to ask one more suited to lifting heavy weight,” quiet voice, raising from lips that bare a slight quirk, tongue pressing against teeth once they close. Taunt features, single dark eye left to them flicking between both present, shuffling step drawing them ever closer. The boulder indeed is one large, beyond the stature they bore, given to a height and weight frightfully below what one might expect and when standing by both they seem more so, the fluff of their dark coat all that makes them seem larger.
A beat, moment as mind seeks the correct words, before teeth part once more. “Why do you need the boulder?” More is there, lingering within soft breath and shift of eye, finding the mottled body of one unfamiliar, glimpsed in moments when they had passed the canine. Strange is it, holding unnatural mix that leaves him an oddity within their mind, though there is nought beyond basic interest, waning as the seconds pass, left with no ground and thus no need for further questioning.