10-22-2018, 05:53 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;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Routine broken, crumbling into pieces he was struggling to put back into a coherent and recognisable structure. Brief had been his time away, yet it seemed enough to strip away what little was left behind in the wake of recent events. Some part of his mind, buried within recesses rarely accessed, a voice spoke within gentle tones, soothing as it rose from its corner. Leave this place, continue your search. Tempting was such when it rose about a mind struggling to find sleep, driven close to the edge yet drawn back, circling familiar paths worn until there seemed no new ground, each rock turned in hopes something was there, a chance to draw all of this to a conclusion.
But then might one expect much from one deemed a child, inexperienced and touched with fear. Possibly, if only he were of those few that seemed of a level beyond the age they had seen pass, time short enough it was a mere second, if only he were counted amongst those few.
No need is there for call, familiar as it bounces upon walls of stone and mortar, the child driven from the warmth of make-shift bed hidden within the depths of a space become almost a home, safe haven longed for. Rather he lingers about the edges, watches as the one he had deemed father passed with slumped shoulders and lowered head, something within golden eyes given the weight of stone. Behind had he followed, small paws chilled as they touched upon concrete. Faint was the memory of joining him up there once, subject much more light hearted but no less oriented towards children, dark head falling as he thinks on such.
First words are lost, mind slipping past and refusing to take in the information Moon was trying to impart. It might have been better this way though still could Har feel the warmth of skin beneath his teeth, press of tongue against skin he had torn open in haste to get at the blood of the one he thought of as friend. Grimace curled dark lips and finally he lifted his chin, listening halfheartedly as the meeting continued. Ears flatten against the curve of the skull and for brief moment attention is upon the chocolate toned figure, one amongst minimal family, though the swell within their numbers was something of note, watching him as he departed.
“Ca...can I try?” Teeth find lower lip, chew upon skin already left cracked for such action has grown familiar. Once there had been a time he would have throw himself at the possibility, an energy within him to do all he might, yet now. Though want was there beneath the shaky inquiry there was worry, body drawing in upon itself as he waited response, not entirely sure what to expect.
But then might one expect much from one deemed a child, inexperienced and touched with fear. Possibly, if only he were of those few that seemed of a level beyond the age they had seen pass, time short enough it was a mere second, if only he were counted amongst those few.
No need is there for call, familiar as it bounces upon walls of stone and mortar, the child driven from the warmth of make-shift bed hidden within the depths of a space become almost a home, safe haven longed for. Rather he lingers about the edges, watches as the one he had deemed father passed with slumped shoulders and lowered head, something within golden eyes given the weight of stone. Behind had he followed, small paws chilled as they touched upon concrete. Faint was the memory of joining him up there once, subject much more light hearted but no less oriented towards children, dark head falling as he thinks on such.
First words are lost, mind slipping past and refusing to take in the information Moon was trying to impart. It might have been better this way though still could Har feel the warmth of skin beneath his teeth, press of tongue against skin he had torn open in haste to get at the blood of the one he thought of as friend. Grimace curled dark lips and finally he lifted his chin, listening halfheartedly as the meeting continued. Ears flatten against the curve of the skull and for brief moment attention is upon the chocolate toned figure, one amongst minimal family, though the swell within their numbers was something of note, watching him as he departed.
“Ca...can I try?” Teeth find lower lip, chew upon skin already left cracked for such action has grown familiar. Once there had been a time he would have throw himself at the possibility, an energy within him to do all he might, yet now. Though want was there beneath the shaky inquiry there was worry, body drawing in upon itself as he waited response, not entirely sure what to expect.