11-06-2018, 07:15 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – “Of course,” gentle words, uneasy the tone about though the structure of them is simplistic. He may not speak upon the matter of time, how long it would prove necessary to conduct this for though their numbers were significant, each day bringing with it another seeking shelter, such did not speak of their abilities. Almost were the words upon tongue, want to push aside this duty he had taken upon his shoulders for he was capable of such, trained even if it was incomplete. Better would it be to permit another who held more training, who held the care for the patients that lacked in a heart which beat in empty hollow.
That is the thing about pride though, bitter a pill is it to swallow and so instead he would endure, allow himself this though clear was his lack of want.
Lift of dark gaze where it had settled upon the soil, found the first to dare approach. Strange was the way he spoke, his remark at the meeting lost upon the youth for he was not one amongst those there, uncaring for such great numbers. Yet there was a lack of such line of thought as the scrutinising eye found Ren, this man who spoke as though he bore anything when he seemed to have no want to prove himself, simply allowing himself to be counted. Standstill may it be for some, stagnant a placement, but such was only a possibility of one allowed it to be as such. Slow had been his own training but steadily had he learnt how to defend himself, a field medic if one dared to call him such, meant to wander the field of battle to assist in any way he could. Such was an idea unappealing to some for a target was painted upon the back in that position, clear their identity and easy a target, distracted in their want to go about their work before anything else.
“No,” thought spiralled further and mouth worked with its aid, sharp the curl of dark lips. “Ya can fight a course, if Chief is okay wit it-” eye found her once more, brief this break in attention before upon the canine dark eye settled “-but ya ar nutin more den a bigger target. Ya work is here fer da most part, 'elpin once the action is done.”
That is the thing about pride though, bitter a pill is it to swallow and so instead he would endure, allow himself this though clear was his lack of want.
Lift of dark gaze where it had settled upon the soil, found the first to dare approach. Strange was the way he spoke, his remark at the meeting lost upon the youth for he was not one amongst those there, uncaring for such great numbers. Yet there was a lack of such line of thought as the scrutinising eye found Ren, this man who spoke as though he bore anything when he seemed to have no want to prove himself, simply allowing himself to be counted. Standstill may it be for some, stagnant a placement, but such was only a possibility of one allowed it to be as such. Slow had been his own training but steadily had he learnt how to defend himself, a field medic if one dared to call him such, meant to wander the field of battle to assist in any way he could. Such was an idea unappealing to some for a target was painted upon the back in that position, clear their identity and easy a target, distracted in their want to go about their work before anything else.
“No,” thought spiralled further and mouth worked with its aid, sharp the curl of dark lips. “Ya can fight a course, if Chief is okay wit it-” eye found her once more, brief this break in attention before upon the canine dark eye settled “-but ya ar nutin more den a bigger target. Ya work is here fer da most part, 'elpin once the action is done.”