10-12-2018, 06:22 PM
[div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"] i'm not late to my own joining wdym
Deaf silence settles over the land for a moment and a harsh pang or hunger ripples through emaciated frame and clenches jaw, eyes screw shut to ride out the wave of pain before a short, abrupt huff rips through Deadboy’s lips. Reality becomes more clear as aching body shifts to sit up and hunch over, tongue furling and unfurling in mouth to bring back moisture and jerks when a greeting splits the air — coming not too long after his. Eyes once holding life to them slide up to focus on the splash gold mixed with dark markings to walk in his direction. Large ears swivel forward and blinks in a slow fashion as he's quick to notice the stiffness of each step with the addition of the light blue bandages on her back.
[align=center]( What a pity. If only it were you and not her. )
Deaf silence settles over the land for a moment and a harsh pang or hunger ripples through emaciated frame and clenches jaw, eyes screw shut to ride out the wave of pain before a short, abrupt huff rips through Deadboy’s lips. Reality becomes more clear as aching body shifts to sit up and hunch over, tongue furling and unfurling in mouth to bring back moisture and jerks when a greeting splits the air — coming not too long after his. Eyes once holding life to them slide up to focus on the splash gold mixed with dark markings to walk in his direction. Large ears swivel forward and blinks in a slow fashion as he's quick to notice the stiffness of each step with the addition of the light blue bandages on her back.
[align=center]( What a pity. If only it were you and not her. )
Lips twitch and quiver before curling up in a weak smile at the child once she's close enough for him to hear spill questions forth. Why had he yelled? To see if another living soul had lingered about or the curse of being abandoned on an empty island had been his sentence. Yet he can't say such dreary words since it's not polite and it would decrease his chances of stay. Not that anyone wanted him around. Nobody likes disgusting filth on their property. Best to get rid of it as soon as possible, right?
( "Right." )
Dry throat muscles tighten and flex as he tries to swallow before producing a faint sigh.
"I just– I thought–. . . I thought it would be a good idea." Drawn out and slow are the words spoken in exhausted, raspy voice. Gears in mind start to turn to remember the bengal's question and tilts his head to the side, dull green eyes hooded in thought before it comes to him.
"I, uh, happened to end up here. I have no idea how I got here." Barely above a whisper now and discomfort settles over too thin body and tries not to wince at another vicious stab of hunger pangs.
"I'm. . . Deadboy. I guess I'd like to stay?"
◜❛ ✭ ❜◞ -— BUT IT'S THE LAST TIME I BLOODIED MY HANDS
i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing