11-09-2018, 01:31 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Caught within the grand structure of all, large this universe they had found themself apart of, creature crafted from the structure of bone and sinew drawn together beneath covering of muscle and skin, they are nothing – bare speck are they, seconds though within the scope of thought they have lived for a time longer.
Quiet had been the rush of breath into structure of lungs, unseen the damage which rose upon each breath, harsh the exhale of broken, crackling edges as it pushed through the teeth. Yet the touch had been unwanted, given no prior warning and from within the depths of mind it had broken apart, fragile the encasing veil of dream. Still had pieces clung to edges of thought, found within the mind root as it spiralled further, seeking attention though fleeting was such. Beyond the harsh scrape of breath through lungs, found itself drawn across throat before rising into air that left stale a tang upon tongue, there had been no sound from child toned in cream and lilac. It mattered not the dull sheen to eyes, minimal the sight they offered until all seemed a blur, colour drawn together into a kaleidoscope, still they tracked him. Gentle and sweet was him, toned with hints of herbs – rosemary and honey, gathered upon the fine tips of fur toned in gentle shadings, trailing along the quill of each wing, warmth within the large structure of them.
Then the others had been there, baring their own tones of sweetness. Somewhat tart was it, the tang of raspberry tinted until the sheen of blue took over what once had been touched with red, sweeter then it had right to be. Almost they could taste the next, tones of grape over sweetened, as though permitted more time until it pushed upon the bounds of ripeness. Behind it the tang of lighter sweetness, touch paling beneath it all yet present, drawing about pale lips a smile. Familiar and welcome was it all, gentle the touch of cheek to chest or throat, found within warmth they leaned into, greedily took in. Routine almost this greeting within form of contact, allowing each brief moment of touch, enjoying the contact as they allowed the last remnants of sleep to fade.
Soft was the sweep of wings, the encasing touch of feathers about a slight body, drawn from small chest sound of confusion yet within was ting of joy. Pleasant was it, the feeling of feathers brushing along them, soft and light, holding a light that calmed the startled beat of their heart. And then they were moving, confusion parting within the gentle wake of something else, slight the touch of it as excitement found root within, infectious a feeling as it touched them, rising from those deemed family. Slow was the pace set, dragging steps of lilac toned paws, head ducked though within the curtain of feathers none may see them clearly, hidden away from all.
Difficult was it to gauge the time within which they moved, the one deemed Kaisa grown weary as minimal reserves of energy were depleted, parting of lips showing the slight curve of baby teeth in a yawn. Stumbling, almost falling into sand touched with warmth, as Junji drew to a stop and thus they too were expected to do such. Voice rose above them, call for those few that lingered upon the bay, tone softening as towards them he spoke. Squeak rose, paw lifting from the strange surface upon which they had stopped, attempt to touch nose to cheek yet difficult was it to balance the weight of baby fat, slight as it may be, with the heavier presence of developing muscle. Upon side they fell, breath rushing forth in a sudden exhale, seconds spent merely resting there with no want to arise. Warmth touched upon side, found way into the wavey length of cream toned fur, cheek pressed atop the minuscule grains. Slow was the close of eyes, the dull shades of blue and green hidden for but second before – head rose and gentle was the voice, word caught within throat. “Berry.”
Waving of short legs, paws struggling to find purchase upon the unfamiliar, the grains greedy as it drew them down. A few times were attempts made, many leaving them once more to tumble, gathering within fur an excess of sand, before they were moving. More waddle then it was run, the difficulty of legs all too short carrying forth a body laden with the weight of youth, progress a slow thing. There was little they may do though within the quickening pace of thought there was only panic, the worry within the call, pulling them forth. He was nothing more then a darker mass, small paws reaching with no hope for him, trying to find him but falling all too short. Upon belly they fell and a little closer they wriggled, reaching until the water found them. Loud was the squeal which parted their lips, paws sinking into the wet sand as futile attempts to draw themself away from the oceans reach were made, for now the plight of Elijah forgotten in their haste to escape.
Quiet had been the rush of breath into structure of lungs, unseen the damage which rose upon each breath, harsh the exhale of broken, crackling edges as it pushed through the teeth. Yet the touch had been unwanted, given no prior warning and from within the depths of mind it had broken apart, fragile the encasing veil of dream. Still had pieces clung to edges of thought, found within the mind root as it spiralled further, seeking attention though fleeting was such. Beyond the harsh scrape of breath through lungs, found itself drawn across throat before rising into air that left stale a tang upon tongue, there had been no sound from child toned in cream and lilac. It mattered not the dull sheen to eyes, minimal the sight they offered until all seemed a blur, colour drawn together into a kaleidoscope, still they tracked him. Gentle and sweet was him, toned with hints of herbs – rosemary and honey, gathered upon the fine tips of fur toned in gentle shadings, trailing along the quill of each wing, warmth within the large structure of them.
Then the others had been there, baring their own tones of sweetness. Somewhat tart was it, the tang of raspberry tinted until the sheen of blue took over what once had been touched with red, sweeter then it had right to be. Almost they could taste the next, tones of grape over sweetened, as though permitted more time until it pushed upon the bounds of ripeness. Behind it the tang of lighter sweetness, touch paling beneath it all yet present, drawing about pale lips a smile. Familiar and welcome was it all, gentle the touch of cheek to chest or throat, found within warmth they leaned into, greedily took in. Routine almost this greeting within form of contact, allowing each brief moment of touch, enjoying the contact as they allowed the last remnants of sleep to fade.
Soft was the sweep of wings, the encasing touch of feathers about a slight body, drawn from small chest sound of confusion yet within was ting of joy. Pleasant was it, the feeling of feathers brushing along them, soft and light, holding a light that calmed the startled beat of their heart. And then they were moving, confusion parting within the gentle wake of something else, slight the touch of it as excitement found root within, infectious a feeling as it touched them, rising from those deemed family. Slow was the pace set, dragging steps of lilac toned paws, head ducked though within the curtain of feathers none may see them clearly, hidden away from all.
Difficult was it to gauge the time within which they moved, the one deemed Kaisa grown weary as minimal reserves of energy were depleted, parting of lips showing the slight curve of baby teeth in a yawn. Stumbling, almost falling into sand touched with warmth, as Junji drew to a stop and thus they too were expected to do such. Voice rose above them, call for those few that lingered upon the bay, tone softening as towards them he spoke. Squeak rose, paw lifting from the strange surface upon which they had stopped, attempt to touch nose to cheek yet difficult was it to balance the weight of baby fat, slight as it may be, with the heavier presence of developing muscle. Upon side they fell, breath rushing forth in a sudden exhale, seconds spent merely resting there with no want to arise. Warmth touched upon side, found way into the wavey length of cream toned fur, cheek pressed atop the minuscule grains. Slow was the close of eyes, the dull shades of blue and green hidden for but second before – head rose and gentle was the voice, word caught within throat. “Berry.”
Waving of short legs, paws struggling to find purchase upon the unfamiliar, the grains greedy as it drew them down. A few times were attempts made, many leaving them once more to tumble, gathering within fur an excess of sand, before they were moving. More waddle then it was run, the difficulty of legs all too short carrying forth a body laden with the weight of youth, progress a slow thing. There was little they may do though within the quickening pace of thought there was only panic, the worry within the call, pulling them forth. He was nothing more then a darker mass, small paws reaching with no hope for him, trying to find him but falling all too short. Upon belly they fell and a little closer they wriggled, reaching until the water found them. Loud was the squeal which parted their lips, paws sinking into the wet sand as futile attempts to draw themself away from the oceans reach were made, for now the plight of Elijah forgotten in their haste to escape.