11-07-2018, 08:02 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Suspended between, within each an extreme for no better a descriptor may touch upon the lips when speaking of such, these states upon opposite sides of the chessboard and yet complimentary. There may never be the other if one becomes lacking, cycle ever shifting and moving, rotation complete within the last exhale as it began with the first to fill lungs. And yet what of she, being caught in the entangled web spanning the space which left them upon either side, silver threads about her, clinging to skin that had not felt the heated touch of blood beneath for a great many centuries.
She was nothing, dust and ash caught upon the wind, slight moats swirling about with the influence of wind to push her forward. Or may she be a simple concept, abstract and strange, all too great for the mind as it was to hold her within its entirety. Possibly, though mind murmured of more, gave gentle reason for the unrest upon which this lonesome existence had been balanced, scale never tipped to either side – living or dead, she was both in her own ways, a thing of both though neither sought to claim her.
Draw of smile, crease of ashen toned cheeks as through it slipped gentle the sound of laughter, no small bell painted in the shining tone of silver rather it seemed cracked and echoing, scratching along the edge of conscious mind. Difficult was it to process each piece of her, glimmer of light catching upon structure of small paw as it lifted from where once it had been tucked amongst the folds of tail, yet within response slight had grown the body, nothing more then moats drawn together in structure of body. Easy may it be to regard the two as peas within a pod – it mattered not the line of thought as conversation grew ever expansive and difficult to follow, given threads more then it should ever bare, but such grew invigorating. Strange were the paths of his mind, thing touched with darkness yet within she found the glimmer of something more, a light which spoke of a man that once had been present before this one, never touched with the greed for knowledge.
Almost she found herself longing for this youth, to know the simple structure of his mind and see for herself the way it shifted and changed, felt the draw of power, consumed by want. Yet to loss the one before her, this being of immeasurable interest contained within shadowed halls and dead ends she had little hope of ever fully understanding, it would break a heart that had bore all too much. “The honour is mine.” Softened now, touched with gentle a tone of warmth.
Press of tongue against teeth, sound drawn from them one which marked the intrigue amongst thoughts. Though within the mind of the lupine question had soured, grown to a point it may be deemed idiotic, rather intelligent was it within that of the spectre. Was their place not to question and learn, gathering the information they so sought by any means necessary, such including questions that seemed trivial upon a skin based level. Slow was the shift of attention and all the softer was the curl of smile, uneasy as the edges of it proved to be, caught in contemplation for a time.
She was nothing, dust and ash caught upon the wind, slight moats swirling about with the influence of wind to push her forward. Or may she be a simple concept, abstract and strange, all too great for the mind as it was to hold her within its entirety. Possibly, though mind murmured of more, gave gentle reason for the unrest upon which this lonesome existence had been balanced, scale never tipped to either side – living or dead, she was both in her own ways, a thing of both though neither sought to claim her.
Draw of smile, crease of ashen toned cheeks as through it slipped gentle the sound of laughter, no small bell painted in the shining tone of silver rather it seemed cracked and echoing, scratching along the edge of conscious mind. Difficult was it to process each piece of her, glimmer of light catching upon structure of small paw as it lifted from where once it had been tucked amongst the folds of tail, yet within response slight had grown the body, nothing more then moats drawn together in structure of body. Easy may it be to regard the two as peas within a pod – it mattered not the line of thought as conversation grew ever expansive and difficult to follow, given threads more then it should ever bare, but such grew invigorating. Strange were the paths of his mind, thing touched with darkness yet within she found the glimmer of something more, a light which spoke of a man that once had been present before this one, never touched with the greed for knowledge.
Almost she found herself longing for this youth, to know the simple structure of his mind and see for herself the way it shifted and changed, felt the draw of power, consumed by want. Yet to loss the one before her, this being of immeasurable interest contained within shadowed halls and dead ends she had little hope of ever fully understanding, it would break a heart that had bore all too much. “The honour is mine.” Softened now, touched with gentle a tone of warmth.
Press of tongue against teeth, sound drawn from them one which marked the intrigue amongst thoughts. Though within the mind of the lupine question had soured, grown to a point it may be deemed idiotic, rather intelligent was it within that of the spectre. Was their place not to question and learn, gathering the information they so sought by any means necessary, such including questions that seemed trivial upon a skin based level. Slow was the shift of attention and all the softer was the curl of smile, uneasy as the edges of it proved to be, caught in contemplation for a time.