11-08-2018, 05:50 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Idle the chatter that found itself touched upon surface of lips, rising upon the gentle sweep of breath and toned within something others may deem the touch of something mad, quiet the murmur of it growing until it crackled and popped about the edges – but within her own mind it was sweet a song.
Encased in the years within which heart had found its place in the hollow of chest she had made a game of watching others, seeing the way the body moved in act of speech, small habits grown familiar to muscle to such a point thought was no longer necessary. Yet thoughtless had she been in the last, structure of mind broken apart within the faint want to protect, the love of one that bore a child and thus drew forth a bond time may never break. Savage had the touch of blade been, part of skin easily as the steel had found its place within the bone beneath skin and muscle, broken apart beneath on-slaughter. It had been with passion this attack upon her life, this action to force her to drawn within failing lungs the last breath she may find touching living tissue, and so had it been her rise once more touched in such throes.
Press of small rounded paws marked the surface of loose top soil and yet never were they visible, the extremities they were attached to fading until empty was the air which found the surface of earth. Increasingly rare was it to find full this creature, broken fragments all that was shared with the world about her. Now it was the sweep of tail and portion of back it connected to, back legs fading as it reached the first joint. Towards the middle the back was simply gone until the shoulders and front legs grew visible. Floating above it all, seemingly disconnected for no neck was made apparent, the head bobbed with each step. Enjoyable was it to choose which segments were visible to those who bore mortal eyes, though those with the sight found all of the genet, unblemished for she had no wish for others to view the mangled mess left after her death.
“Have you not seen a spider before?” Innocent such inquiry, the tilt to head speaking only of curiosity and yet the earthen tone of the dark eyes was touched with the light of something else, a depth of intrigue that sought to strip of the canine his skin and muscle, learn of what was beneath, the structure of what made him tick. The existence Aeryn had lead was one of great length, more then any here for her time had been within the rise of an empire though its downfall was after her own, tongue accustomed to the weight of latin and greek, slight the touch of it within her voice.
Encased in the years within which heart had found its place in the hollow of chest she had made a game of watching others, seeing the way the body moved in act of speech, small habits grown familiar to muscle to such a point thought was no longer necessary. Yet thoughtless had she been in the last, structure of mind broken apart within the faint want to protect, the love of one that bore a child and thus drew forth a bond time may never break. Savage had the touch of blade been, part of skin easily as the steel had found its place within the bone beneath skin and muscle, broken apart beneath on-slaughter. It had been with passion this attack upon her life, this action to force her to drawn within failing lungs the last breath she may find touching living tissue, and so had it been her rise once more touched in such throes.
Press of small rounded paws marked the surface of loose top soil and yet never were they visible, the extremities they were attached to fading until empty was the air which found the surface of earth. Increasingly rare was it to find full this creature, broken fragments all that was shared with the world about her. Now it was the sweep of tail and portion of back it connected to, back legs fading as it reached the first joint. Towards the middle the back was simply gone until the shoulders and front legs grew visible. Floating above it all, seemingly disconnected for no neck was made apparent, the head bobbed with each step. Enjoyable was it to choose which segments were visible to those who bore mortal eyes, though those with the sight found all of the genet, unblemished for she had no wish for others to view the mangled mess left after her death.
“Have you not seen a spider before?” Innocent such inquiry, the tilt to head speaking only of curiosity and yet the earthen tone of the dark eyes was touched with the light of something else, a depth of intrigue that sought to strip of the canine his skin and muscle, learn of what was beneath, the structure of what made him tick. The existence Aeryn had lead was one of great length, more then any here for her time had been within the rise of an empire though its downfall was after her own, tongue accustomed to the weight of latin and greek, slight the touch of it within her voice.