10-21-2018, 10:56 PM
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The child deemed Harland had known only two places he had felt the pull of want, thoughts turning until tongue curled about the frame of that word. Home. The first had been simple in overall structure, no set building for they moved about a landscape choked with sand left a golden haze stretching from one point upon the horizon to the next. Buzz of life had been dull within those hours of day, contained to when night had left them chilled, the crackling pop of the fire they had all sat about familiar and wanted. Yet so too was there something hateful within the flames, in once what had been nothing more than small blaze set about a bundle of kindling and brush. He had simply stood by, frozen as muscles screamed at him to run or help, anything at all, watching the canvas of tents he had known for all his short life disintegrate.
A few months had passed since that time, never enough was it, however, the faint memory of it all lingering beneath the surface of turbulent thought. Lips pressed together into a hard line, the sound drawn from them low and strained, heat curling about the base of his throat. Slowly it worked through taunt muscle until it was wrapped about clenched jaw, ache building until teeth parted, sigh passing through the small space. Time enough had passed for the effects of the ill begotten blood to fade but still it lingered, damage merely built upon until it left the vocal cords near to useless. There is nothing good to come from such, clutching at memories left cast into a bleak shade, and yet he does so for what else is there.
Click of beads, the few caught upon the string rattling together, marks the lift of the slight body. About him the bright light of the sun beat down, a warmth that seemed to bear weight as it touched shoulders and back, the long grass he had been resting within trailing along his sides as he moved. Never had there been much like for the observatory, the chill of the floor and the walls about him was enough to sour any want to be within, few able to draw him back. But the need to linger was present and so he seemed almost a shadow clinging to the wall by the open doors, golden eyes watching the passage of others. Such was his plan when steps faltered, almost dragged down as his weight settled incorrectly, small paws shifting forward to stop him from falling.
Caught within the gentle light of the sun she bears a tone he can think only as silver, a bright gleam about a slight frame. Though downcast slight is the glimpse of eyes, bright tone of green almost a match to the grass upon which she has settled and yet it is more so, vibrant a colour hinting at tears he can not quite detect. Slow is the shift of his attention, brief as it touches upon the box of assorted items. There seemed a great many of such things, discarded containers of all sorts, some wood with the surface broken by carvings skilled hands had carefully tended to while others were simple, given no such flourish to their finish, this decorated only by wear. Within he could see a few strings poking over the lip and plastic within which powdery colour is contained, confusion gently touching pale lips, drawing it down into a frown.
“H-hello...” Gentle thought pushed forth, lips quickly taking on an upward draw as slow steps draw Harland a bit closer. Still there is some distance there, enough so Clementine may dismiss his presence if such is what she wished, paws shuffling as his head fell. Though no real tone was present to though there seemed almost a trace there, faint embarrassment within the set of shoulders as eyes moved about the landscape, never wanting to settle upon the serval once more. Stupid was such a thing to approach another, the want to do so not something to be followed but it seemed an impossibility to do anything in the wake of such. “I... uh, I'm Harland... A-are you new? I mean I have never seen you around... just...” Trailing into silence the smile faded and ears pressed against the curve of his skull, golden eyes peering up only a bit.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...” To what? Question lingered in the forefront of his mind and for a beat he was left speechless, the want to hit a paw into his forehead barely withheld, such action likely to tip him and he had made enough of a fool. And so he thought better of speaking once more, merely permitting a shaky smile to take hold.
The child deemed Harland had known only two places he had felt the pull of want, thoughts turning until tongue curled about the frame of that word. Home. The first had been simple in overall structure, no set building for they moved about a landscape choked with sand left a golden haze stretching from one point upon the horizon to the next. Buzz of life had been dull within those hours of day, contained to when night had left them chilled, the crackling pop of the fire they had all sat about familiar and wanted. Yet so too was there something hateful within the flames, in once what had been nothing more than small blaze set about a bundle of kindling and brush. He had simply stood by, frozen as muscles screamed at him to run or help, anything at all, watching the canvas of tents he had known for all his short life disintegrate.
A few months had passed since that time, never enough was it, however, the faint memory of it all lingering beneath the surface of turbulent thought. Lips pressed together into a hard line, the sound drawn from them low and strained, heat curling about the base of his throat. Slowly it worked through taunt muscle until it was wrapped about clenched jaw, ache building until teeth parted, sigh passing through the small space. Time enough had passed for the effects of the ill begotten blood to fade but still it lingered, damage merely built upon until it left the vocal cords near to useless. There is nothing good to come from such, clutching at memories left cast into a bleak shade, and yet he does so for what else is there.
Click of beads, the few caught upon the string rattling together, marks the lift of the slight body. About him the bright light of the sun beat down, a warmth that seemed to bear weight as it touched shoulders and back, the long grass he had been resting within trailing along his sides as he moved. Never had there been much like for the observatory, the chill of the floor and the walls about him was enough to sour any want to be within, few able to draw him back. But the need to linger was present and so he seemed almost a shadow clinging to the wall by the open doors, golden eyes watching the passage of others. Such was his plan when steps faltered, almost dragged down as his weight settled incorrectly, small paws shifting forward to stop him from falling.
Caught within the gentle light of the sun she bears a tone he can think only as silver, a bright gleam about a slight frame. Though downcast slight is the glimpse of eyes, bright tone of green almost a match to the grass upon which she has settled and yet it is more so, vibrant a colour hinting at tears he can not quite detect. Slow is the shift of his attention, brief as it touches upon the box of assorted items. There seemed a great many of such things, discarded containers of all sorts, some wood with the surface broken by carvings skilled hands had carefully tended to while others were simple, given no such flourish to their finish, this decorated only by wear. Within he could see a few strings poking over the lip and plastic within which powdery colour is contained, confusion gently touching pale lips, drawing it down into a frown.
“H-hello...” Gentle thought pushed forth, lips quickly taking on an upward draw as slow steps draw Harland a bit closer. Still there is some distance there, enough so Clementine may dismiss his presence if such is what she wished, paws shuffling as his head fell. Though no real tone was present to though there seemed almost a trace there, faint embarrassment within the set of shoulders as eyes moved about the landscape, never wanting to settle upon the serval once more. Stupid was such a thing to approach another, the want to do so not something to be followed but it seemed an impossibility to do anything in the wake of such. “I... uh, I'm Harland... A-are you new? I mean I have never seen you around... just...” Trailing into silence the smile faded and ears pressed against the curve of his skull, golden eyes peering up only a bit.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...” To what? Question lingered in the forefront of his mind and for a beat he was left speechless, the want to hit a paw into his forehead barely withheld, such action likely to tip him and he had made enough of a fool. And so he thought better of speaking once more, merely permitting a shaky smile to take hold.