10-25-2018, 08:19 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Within such a stage of life, a youth in which information had proven minimal to the degree their mind seemed a sponge, permitting any scrap to be taken in without care for what it was or else find meaning for it, there was only confusion. The prospect of other children being about had not touched the unsteady thought of chaotic thought, curling about the skull and leaving it gently aching. Rather they had found reason to linger on other matters, wondering more at what became of their own feelings, an entangled web about a heart that knew not the beat it pressed into its cage of ribs. With time there might be other thought, want to learn more of the swell within the stomach of one they had grown to think well of, not friend but close enough their mind supplied the word, for now it was turned elsewhere.
Across the sand short tail flicked and moved, creating within the smoothed surface an indent. With such age there proved little for the cinnamon toned cub to do, given minimal chances. There was only so much one may be able to do, time worn away within the ceaseless want to move between new stimuli, ever needing a new object of fixation though it might only last minutes. Soft sound escaped partly opened lips and they were rolling onto their side, legs extending, the muscle and fat about small belly stretching out before it settled as they relaxed once more. Slowly lids began to slip shut before the sound of voices rose, structured within inquiry that seemed odd, words they had not come across before.
Head moved, shifting back and dark eyes fixed upon the centre of it all. Minimal was their experience with the one in question, to such a point he bore no name for CCLIV though within time he might, the unique way he looked enough to draw attention. Stumbling steps, uneasy as they rose to small paws and set a quick pace. Within there was slight bounce yet noticeable, the gleam within those eyes apparent as they fixed upon the new addition. Compared to other the horns were greatly different, no solid colour as the pink and purple was drawn together, shifting into one another and changing in hue as the light touched upon the solidified sugar. The point seemed blunted, less for damage if for show, speckles of sugar leaving them to look snow dusted. No thought was behind their want to climb up onto Luca, if successful in this bracing their paws upon his shoulders and leaning closer, tongue sticking out slightly as they leaning forward to press their nose to a horn.
Across the sand short tail flicked and moved, creating within the smoothed surface an indent. With such age there proved little for the cinnamon toned cub to do, given minimal chances. There was only so much one may be able to do, time worn away within the ceaseless want to move between new stimuli, ever needing a new object of fixation though it might only last minutes. Soft sound escaped partly opened lips and they were rolling onto their side, legs extending, the muscle and fat about small belly stretching out before it settled as they relaxed once more. Slowly lids began to slip shut before the sound of voices rose, structured within inquiry that seemed odd, words they had not come across before.
Head moved, shifting back and dark eyes fixed upon the centre of it all. Minimal was their experience with the one in question, to such a point he bore no name for CCLIV though within time he might, the unique way he looked enough to draw attention. Stumbling steps, uneasy as they rose to small paws and set a quick pace. Within there was slight bounce yet noticeable, the gleam within those eyes apparent as they fixed upon the new addition. Compared to other the horns were greatly different, no solid colour as the pink and purple was drawn together, shifting into one another and changing in hue as the light touched upon the solidified sugar. The point seemed blunted, less for damage if for show, speckles of sugar leaving them to look snow dusted. No thought was behind their want to climb up onto Luca, if successful in this bracing their paws upon his shoulders and leaning closer, tongue sticking out slightly as they leaning forward to press their nose to a horn.