11-06-2018, 11:10 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:lightgrey;"]He wondered if anyone else had ever heard the whispering of the trees. The haunting soft voices that lingered just after a breeze had passed through the boughs of a lively tree. He'd heard it before, the softness and the lingering sadness that came with hearing their gentle yet caring voices. It was painful. It was cruel. But then so was the world nearly all of the time and it was always necessary to some type of end. Some goal that needed to be met and some understanding that needed to be gained from what happened. There was always balance but there would always be something that was needed to tip the scale to force things out of wack solely for it to be put right back in it's place. He knew this but did anyone else know this. Paws that were firm with heavy steps moved toward what he had already understood was being a borderline. The scent of their piss lightly drowning out anything else and it was not hard to miss it. Yet he came here with the intention of no harm, simply divine curiosity had brought him upon the lands that after careful watching and meticulous jotting down gave him the conclusion of the Ascendants. They were star watchers, basing themselves within and observatory. Titles of horoscope lineage and much much more.
He knew them, more than they probably thought he knew and oh how he missed some of their flying by members. But the mutated thing did not allow a grin to stretch his maw wide, nor that reflex laugh to pull from deep in his throat. Something that had happened after he had gained his partner. No he kept himself poised despite the darkened aura or presence he may be giving off. No one wanted a bad guest and he wasn't about to give them one, at least not yet. If standards were not met then things could get dicey. But that was neither here nor there. The white hairy limbs of his familiar lingered on his shoulder, soft tabbing to communicate his own presence there and the hyena lifted a paw, scaled limb lightly moving to tap a claw against him. "Now, now, Deucalion. We mustn't be impatient. Besides we have come to them and wait we shall for them to....appease us." His head tilted to the side as if listening before a sharp snap of jaws lifted up into the air. Ah, his familiar could be so uncooperative sometimes.
He knew them, more than they probably thought he knew and oh how he missed some of their flying by members. But the mutated thing did not allow a grin to stretch his maw wide, nor that reflex laugh to pull from deep in his throat. Something that had happened after he had gained his partner. No he kept himself poised despite the darkened aura or presence he may be giving off. No one wanted a bad guest and he wasn't about to give them one, at least not yet. If standards were not met then things could get dicey. But that was neither here nor there. The white hairy limbs of his familiar lingered on his shoulder, soft tabbing to communicate his own presence there and the hyena lifted a paw, scaled limb lightly moving to tap a claw against him. "Now, now, Deucalion. We mustn't be impatient. Besides we have come to them and wait we shall for them to....appease us." His head tilted to the side as if listening before a sharp snap of jaws lifted up into the air. Ah, his familiar could be so uncooperative sometimes.
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