11-08-2018, 04:32 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Almost amusing may it have been how the two had come to differ within such things are mere bond, the blood found within veins meaningless to the one who found herself calling him son – yet the word had never touched her lips now had it. Nothing more then a pawn, a bargaining chip with some hope it may gain her approval, if not outright power. And yet here her child was, once given placement above her own meagre station, holding the life of others as he strove to fight off the cold clutches of death, and she nothing more then distant memory.
Strange was the touch of her visage, bright tones parading about as though it sought to be deemed golden and found upon it the twist of sour an expression, within his mind. Rare had been the turn of thought towards her before when such had been intact, each given careful consideration before being placed aside, given all the time he would allow it. Now she was there beneath the surface, minimal passing barely touched with conversation he had shut down rather quickly, never accepting of her presence.
“What now,” words drawn across tongue, sharp the exhale they rose upon. Uncalled for, and rather unfitting to the situation presented before him, but the call, no matter the faintness behind it the strain within was apparent, brought only the heat of anger. Difficult was it to gauge when next an injured may present themself, state ranging though this was different, the hum drawn from pursed lips when finally the youth came upon the collapsed child softer, want for more present though he bite it back. Familiar was it all, this want to sing as Silus settled next to the child, watching his actions as though he sought to comfort himself some small bit.
Gentle was the paw which reached out to push aside the small paws Cody had placed over his eyes, leaning closer though occupied was he, quickly running through what he had within his bag. “Hey, kid, come on,” soft tone unfamiliar to him, murmur of sound meant only for the other child, flick of gaze towards his sides. Many appeared deep but he had not the instruments to suture any of it, those contained in his pack meant only to help with more minor wounds. “You're okay, I'm here to help. Can you tell me what happened?” As he spoke Silus shifted so he might access his bag, pulling from it various pouches and jars, a few rolls of bandages, and a bottle of water.
Strange was the touch of her visage, bright tones parading about as though it sought to be deemed golden and found upon it the twist of sour an expression, within his mind. Rare had been the turn of thought towards her before when such had been intact, each given careful consideration before being placed aside, given all the time he would allow it. Now she was there beneath the surface, minimal passing barely touched with conversation he had shut down rather quickly, never accepting of her presence.
“What now,” words drawn across tongue, sharp the exhale they rose upon. Uncalled for, and rather unfitting to the situation presented before him, but the call, no matter the faintness behind it the strain within was apparent, brought only the heat of anger. Difficult was it to gauge when next an injured may present themself, state ranging though this was different, the hum drawn from pursed lips when finally the youth came upon the collapsed child softer, want for more present though he bite it back. Familiar was it all, this want to sing as Silus settled next to the child, watching his actions as though he sought to comfort himself some small bit.
Gentle was the paw which reached out to push aside the small paws Cody had placed over his eyes, leaning closer though occupied was he, quickly running through what he had within his bag. “Hey, kid, come on,” soft tone unfamiliar to him, murmur of sound meant only for the other child, flick of gaze towards his sides. Many appeared deep but he had not the instruments to suture any of it, those contained in his pack meant only to help with more minor wounds. “You're okay, I'm here to help. Can you tell me what happened?” As he spoke Silus shifted so he might access his bag, pulling from it various pouches and jars, a few rolls of bandages, and a bottle of water.