10-27-2018, 02:26 AM
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(n.) feral child; rough edges and calloused hands, grin of savage teeth stained with crimson, the heart of a beast within a body so small
How the child ended before them all, walking with a short tail held high, none may ever know but indeed had such happened.
The journey had taken a great deal more time then it should have, dragged out for they were prone to bursts of energy that waned all too quickly to be of much use, drawing to a conclusion as the sun reached its peak within a bright sky speckled with clouds. About a cinnamon dusted waist a leather strap had been secured, this connected to a small cart. For their size it was a tiny thing, small wheels squeaking softly with each turn they made, containing the smallest bounty of them all. Clinking together faintly glass bottles half filled with sand held buried treasure they had made themself, some holding golden coins, others glass beads and little charms, yet others shells.
Drawing to a halt upon the stretch of beach a single dark eye looked over their should, seeking the others amongst their little crew. The other eye was covered with an eye patch, the dark leather not entirely on centre, a red bandanna tied about their head with holes cut so their ears poked through. “Hello!" Voice rose once they were sure the others were still there, turning their attention to the sea faring town only a short distance away from where they stood.
[member=1517]Luca[/member] [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] [member=1489]MARCELLUS[/member]
The journey had taken a great deal more time then it should have, dragged out for they were prone to bursts of energy that waned all too quickly to be of much use, drawing to a conclusion as the sun reached its peak within a bright sky speckled with clouds. About a cinnamon dusted waist a leather strap had been secured, this connected to a small cart. For their size it was a tiny thing, small wheels squeaking softly with each turn they made, containing the smallest bounty of them all. Clinking together faintly glass bottles half filled with sand held buried treasure they had made themself, some holding golden coins, others glass beads and little charms, yet others shells.
Drawing to a halt upon the stretch of beach a single dark eye looked over their should, seeking the others amongst their little crew. The other eye was covered with an eye patch, the dark leather not entirely on centre, a red bandanna tied about their head with holes cut so their ears poked through. “Hello!" Voice rose once they were sure the others were still there, turning their attention to the sea faring town only a short distance away from where they stood.
[member=1517]Luca[/member] [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] [member=1489]MARCELLUS[/member]