10-23-2018, 10:09 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Strange is such a choice of words, given edge within a voice that lacked the weight of emotional output, almost matter of fact. Yet it is there, the draw of that final word as though it bore something more, a want to place something there as slight emphasis leaves it to stick in his mind. Our murderer. High was the chance one counted amongst their number was the one to cause such destruction, leaving within their wake bodies chewed apart as though insatiable hunger was their only want for such.
Lips pressed together and for brief moment eyes closed, gentle sound escaping scarred throat. There was nothing good about lingering on the possibility, permitting those thoughts to rise within a mind that had felt the confusion of chaotic disorder, caught between various thoughts each vying for attention. Automatic and stiff were the movements of legs tucking beneath his belly, lifting him up before a paw slid forward, soil gathering about the toes. For a brief moment he permitted the idea to ignore the call, allow himself a chance to try and sort through all that had transpired within recent weeks but quickly was it pushed aside.
Slight smile touched his lips as he came upon the two, familiar both though he had not been within direct contact with either, names slow to arise. A seclusive child from the beginning it had grown difficult to pull himself from the want to hide away, indulge in simple tasks that brought him some sense of joy, but it had grown necessary. Oh where had the child that had been touched with boundless energy and joyed at the prospect of meeting others gone, buried beneath the pain touching soft coal toned features. Might it be Harland was still within, this child who bore his face and name simply a defence mechanism to allow no further pain, or could it have been removed entirely and this was who he was meant to be.
Lips pressed together and for brief moment eyes closed, gentle sound escaping scarred throat. There was nothing good about lingering on the possibility, permitting those thoughts to rise within a mind that had felt the confusion of chaotic disorder, caught between various thoughts each vying for attention. Automatic and stiff were the movements of legs tucking beneath his belly, lifting him up before a paw slid forward, soil gathering about the toes. For a brief moment he permitted the idea to ignore the call, allow himself a chance to try and sort through all that had transpired within recent weeks but quickly was it pushed aside.
Slight smile touched his lips as he came upon the two, familiar both though he had not been within direct contact with either, names slow to arise. A seclusive child from the beginning it had grown difficult to pull himself from the want to hide away, indulge in simple tasks that brought him some sense of joy, but it had grown necessary. Oh where had the child that had been touched with boundless energy and joyed at the prospect of meeting others gone, buried beneath the pain touching soft coal toned features. Might it be Harland was still within, this child who bore his face and name simply a defence mechanism to allow no further pain, or could it have been removed entirely and this was who he was meant to be.