11-08-2018, 04:47 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – To some the groups the pair had once been apart of had been their own founding, had begun almost a tradition of putting to a large assembly of creatures a name and hierarchy which was lacking within the structure of others, the minds of those deemed feral often working towards forming familial packs if at all. Yet so too were they different within various ways, the more simplistic structure to these previous groups given something more, done up until nothing of their past was present in their inner mechanics.
Upon the sand touched shores of a secluded island his own life had found its beginning and so he knew nothing of those simplistic beginnings, these groups which had deemed themselves clans. It may have been nothing more then a side effect of youth, inexperience of short time shown in spaces between the knowledge he bore, but so too was it ignorance amongst others. Remnants of the past was this odd pair, though one upon which he may look kindly if so fit to do so, curious as to where they had come from if ever he learnt of it.
“Are you scared of little old me?” Teasing the tone within words though the ashen features bore no hint of such mirth, given instead a neutral disposition as single dark eye found the two. Still some distance separated Silus from these others, a dark spot amongst the grass taking on shades of gold and brown as on the year drew closer to its conclusion, watching them with slight tilt to his head. The words spoken, short as it was, enough to show they bore no knowledge of those that resided within this land but felt instinctive response to grow fearful, or otherwise simply be cautious. Smart in a way for indeed may there be nothing for them here beyond retribution of treading upon land not theirs, peaceful for the most part were those here, however, if one cared not to count the youth before them.
Upon the sand touched shores of a secluded island his own life had found its beginning and so he knew nothing of those simplistic beginnings, these groups which had deemed themselves clans. It may have been nothing more then a side effect of youth, inexperience of short time shown in spaces between the knowledge he bore, but so too was it ignorance amongst others. Remnants of the past was this odd pair, though one upon which he may look kindly if so fit to do so, curious as to where they had come from if ever he learnt of it.
“Are you scared of little old me?” Teasing the tone within words though the ashen features bore no hint of such mirth, given instead a neutral disposition as single dark eye found the two. Still some distance separated Silus from these others, a dark spot amongst the grass taking on shades of gold and brown as on the year drew closer to its conclusion, watching them with slight tilt to his head. The words spoken, short as it was, enough to show they bore no knowledge of those that resided within this land but felt instinctive response to grow fearful, or otherwise simply be cautious. Smart in a way for indeed may there be nothing for them here beyond retribution of treading upon land not theirs, peaceful for the most part were those here, however, if one cared not to count the youth before them.