10-15-2018, 02:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]A pendulum caught in a loop, weight drawing it back and forth. Yet it was not metal encased within the protective case of wood and glass but flesh and bone, fragile little thing. Brief moment, heart lurching as breath rushes forth in a sudden exhale, the sensation of movement drawing back a mind caught beneath barren slumber. Blurry are the eyes that open, blue encased in the cinnamon and black of gentle features, gentle noise speaking of irritation escaping. For a short time they think nothing of danger believing it is he, the strange creature that had brought them to this place, murmur gentle words as if to reassure yet it had been noise falling upon deaf ears.
They harbour no knowledge of the sounds, no structure behind it though intent was there, short and sharp. There are no words to be found in such things and body is twisting as best they might, legs kicking out as they try to swing around, glimpse of the thing holding them all they are afforded. Slow is the trudge of thoughts, never quite piecing together the small portion they had been able to see, swinging back around until they are once more hanging limply. And then another was present, leather stretched over heavy body, sound drawn from it one they had never heard before.
Breath was drawn in and eyes widened, paws lifting until eyes were covered. Clear was the terror of the cub, drawing in as best it could, jagged scream escaping as leg was jostled. Lost to them was the knowledge of the break, sustained from hasty retreat, the ill effects of bad healing made apparent when it had broken anew only a few days prior.
They harbour no knowledge of the sounds, no structure behind it though intent was there, short and sharp. There are no words to be found in such things and body is twisting as best they might, legs kicking out as they try to swing around, glimpse of the thing holding them all they are afforded. Slow is the trudge of thoughts, never quite piecing together the small portion they had been able to see, swinging back around until they are once more hanging limply. And then another was present, leather stretched over heavy body, sound drawn from it one they had never heard before.
Breath was drawn in and eyes widened, paws lifting until eyes were covered. Clear was the terror of the cub, drawing in as best it could, jagged scream escaping as leg was jostled. Lost to them was the knowledge of the break, sustained from hasty retreat, the ill effects of bad healing made apparent when it had broken anew only a few days prior.