11-07-2018, 08:15 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Butterfly suspended, held upon the clean expanse of board by the sharp touch of pins, slight the tear of it as they worked fine points through the delicate structure of wing. Oh if only the divine creature was upon such display, wings spread with the points of needles pressing where quills had sprouted from the flesh, held in place as further found touch of belly and chest, split the skin until – but such is no thing for another, process of thought breaking away in a slow cascade of noise.
Difficult was it to gauge the exact time the rains had begun though they had continued for sometime, encasing the town within a halo its own, the bright gleam of silver light caught upon the falling droplets pretty in its own way. Yet there was little which drew the dark eyes of earthen tones, found within the glimmer of interest for time had seen them grow callous, the beat of heart contained in the hollow of chest that of a stone beating against the ragged cage of ribs. If only it may be so easily to reach through skin and muscle, find the lump which had come to replace the complex structure of muscle and blood, tear it free from that which surrounded it. Greatly simplified were other methods of such an end, yet such was no what he sought – no, the structure of thought proved an elusive, strange thing as it touched upon ragged edges, worked until it lodged in the centre of a mind grown weary with dull an ache.
Unlike the other there was nothing about the duel-toned canidae which permitted easier travel about these lands though gentle was the slope they were to climb, given a covering of grass damp as the downpour slowed some though near an impossibility was it to find an end to it all. Rather it seemed nothing more then light a drizzle, sparkling drops gathering in heavy fur left sodden, displeased the twist of dark lips. All too easily it faded, found the soft curl of surprise toned with something more, possibly something akin to joy. Though he bore fur and feathers left heavy with the moisture it had gathered the unearthly look he held was one unmistakable, beauty amongst gentle tones no matter the tense set of muscle.
“You may call it such but I do not think it good,” slight the chuckle caught behind words, twist to head one hinting at curiosity. Closer Esma drew though still some distance separated them, enough to permit some comfort and brush aside the fear of hostile intention, though how any may deem so small a creature a threat was beyond them. Blunted claws flexed and dug into soft soil, click of tongue against the roof of mouth before next they spoke. “I take it you have come to Sunhaven with a purpose, might I ask what it is and your name if you would be so kind.”
Difficult was it to gauge the exact time the rains had begun though they had continued for sometime, encasing the town within a halo its own, the bright gleam of silver light caught upon the falling droplets pretty in its own way. Yet there was little which drew the dark eyes of earthen tones, found within the glimmer of interest for time had seen them grow callous, the beat of heart contained in the hollow of chest that of a stone beating against the ragged cage of ribs. If only it may be so easily to reach through skin and muscle, find the lump which had come to replace the complex structure of muscle and blood, tear it free from that which surrounded it. Greatly simplified were other methods of such an end, yet such was no what he sought – no, the structure of thought proved an elusive, strange thing as it touched upon ragged edges, worked until it lodged in the centre of a mind grown weary with dull an ache.
Unlike the other there was nothing about the duel-toned canidae which permitted easier travel about these lands though gentle was the slope they were to climb, given a covering of grass damp as the downpour slowed some though near an impossibility was it to find an end to it all. Rather it seemed nothing more then light a drizzle, sparkling drops gathering in heavy fur left sodden, displeased the twist of dark lips. All too easily it faded, found the soft curl of surprise toned with something more, possibly something akin to joy. Though he bore fur and feathers left heavy with the moisture it had gathered the unearthly look he held was one unmistakable, beauty amongst gentle tones no matter the tense set of muscle.
“You may call it such but I do not think it good,” slight the chuckle caught behind words, twist to head one hinting at curiosity. Closer Esma drew though still some distance separated them, enough to permit some comfort and brush aside the fear of hostile intention, though how any may deem so small a creature a threat was beyond them. Blunted claws flexed and dug into soft soil, click of tongue against the roof of mouth before next they spoke. “I take it you have come to Sunhaven with a purpose, might I ask what it is and your name if you would be so kind.”