10-21-2018, 06:21 AM
[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;"]Near to impossibility was a lack of noise, ever present the faint tones of life, be they the shuffle of feet along the litter of leaves shed by the trees drawn together, gentle the drip of moisture left to condense into small droplets, or that of voices risen within various tones. Yet there was a chance there, lingering on the edge of thought. Within the passage of time it lingered, slowly wearing away at the conscious process of thought tied to what one heard from the life about them, those grown familiar given a backseat. In some ways such was helpful, pushing aside those which may offer no new knowledge or present a warning within preparation for something else, others not so much.
Time had been short, the turn of a single week, but there is something to be said of the attention of a child so young. Ever seeking was one of such youth, mind lingering upon new stimuli for only minutes, if one proved lucky possibly an hour, moving away as interest waned. Some deemed the mind a sponge in those early days, eager in its want to gather all information offered and no exception was present, though so too was there a difference. Blue eyes blinked, grown weary as the child wandered well beaten paths, ears almost flattened against the curve of their skull. Almost too easy was it to find the child deemed CCLIV for lack of a better name, a shadow toned within a dusting of golden cinnamon rather than the pale luminosity tied to many spectres, lingering on the edge of things. Lacking any true ability to communicate, the minimal state of their current vocabulary broken by a tongue that tripped and stumbled over simple words, they had grown to prefer listening over speaking.
It was as such the voice was what alerted them to the pair, odd as they may be, a unique set amongst those that seemed more so. Head lifted from where it had started to fall, chin almost striking chest before it was snapping up once more, gentle sound parting lips. Almost familiar was one, tone laced within what seemed anger though he wore it differently, permitted the trace to linger about a sharp tongue of brimstone and coal. The flickering light, low flames encasing flesh they seemed to deem a perch rather than fuel, next caught baby blues. Small paws pressed into the ground, belly almost touching upon the soil as they drew themself closer, though so too was their attempt at stealth lacking.
Almost they stumbled, nearly falling into Bakugou as their steps grew in haste, excitement lacing eyes that widened as they found the figure of the puppy. Upon their lips a smile lingered and CCLIV offered a soft cry, one edging upon a wordless joy as they moved a few steps closer. Yet something stopped them from going all the way, gaze turning, cast over shoulders drawn low. Still they crouched at the halfway point between the two, waiting for some sign from the Reaver it might be alright to approach the rest of the way, their last attempt to make friends with a foreign individual having gone sour.
Time had been short, the turn of a single week, but there is something to be said of the attention of a child so young. Ever seeking was one of such youth, mind lingering upon new stimuli for only minutes, if one proved lucky possibly an hour, moving away as interest waned. Some deemed the mind a sponge in those early days, eager in its want to gather all information offered and no exception was present, though so too was there a difference. Blue eyes blinked, grown weary as the child wandered well beaten paths, ears almost flattened against the curve of their skull. Almost too easy was it to find the child deemed CCLIV for lack of a better name, a shadow toned within a dusting of golden cinnamon rather than the pale luminosity tied to many spectres, lingering on the edge of things. Lacking any true ability to communicate, the minimal state of their current vocabulary broken by a tongue that tripped and stumbled over simple words, they had grown to prefer listening over speaking.
It was as such the voice was what alerted them to the pair, odd as they may be, a unique set amongst those that seemed more so. Head lifted from where it had started to fall, chin almost striking chest before it was snapping up once more, gentle sound parting lips. Almost familiar was one, tone laced within what seemed anger though he wore it differently, permitted the trace to linger about a sharp tongue of brimstone and coal. The flickering light, low flames encasing flesh they seemed to deem a perch rather than fuel, next caught baby blues. Small paws pressed into the ground, belly almost touching upon the soil as they drew themself closer, though so too was their attempt at stealth lacking.
Almost they stumbled, nearly falling into Bakugou as their steps grew in haste, excitement lacing eyes that widened as they found the figure of the puppy. Upon their lips a smile lingered and CCLIV offered a soft cry, one edging upon a wordless joy as they moved a few steps closer. Yet something stopped them from going all the way, gaze turning, cast over shoulders drawn low. Still they crouched at the halfway point between the two, waiting for some sign from the Reaver it might be alright to approach the rest of the way, their last attempt to make friends with a foreign individual having gone sour.