11-10-2018, 12:38 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – It seemed not to matter how short the life before them had been, few the days they had seen raise with the pale tones of pink and orange swirling together into fine strokes along the ragged edge of mountain peaks, ending within much the same fashion as beyond them the sun dipped, they had screwed up at each turn. Or so it was said, faint the voices touching along the sides of skull, breaking the fragile structure of thought.
Difficult had it been, first breath taken around the weakening pressure of another pressing to nose and mouth, gasping thing broken as whimper found itself perched upon tongue. Pain had laced so tiny a throat, scrunched the golden cinnamon features until he had been there, gentle warmth about so frail a child. Within each touch he had expressed only affection – undeserving waste of space, pitiful burden that should not be permitted to draw breath, love they leaned into and sought yet never felt was worthy of. She had made sure of such thought, implanted it until the mind scrambled for such things, sought end to each pain.
“I'm sorry...” How many times before had the words found their tongue, rose from it upon broken, shuddering exhale. Different was it now, teeth held tight yet between them still rose the sob, harsh the rub of paw along eyes. Within the sand before them sat a knife, nothing of any great worth of note, but a simple blade. About the handle was wrapped leather, tip of the blade somewhat curved. Carefully they took it up, strange the weight of it slotted between small teeth, digging into the hide.
Tongue pressed to hilt, unsure the first step, protest of muscle drawing across soft features a grimace. Within the fire they had sustained a great deal of damage, the heat of the fire searing still within skin that had been burnt away, no matter the covering of bandages still painful. Again they moved, leg stretching out and for a few seconds paw hovered, unsure. And then it was placed, the next moving to come down next to it. Slow and painful was the process of walking, gaze set ahead in attempt to ignore those few that milled about within the aftermath of it all, hoping these few may take the hint and allow them to pass.
[ this is after the fire has been dealt with and everyone is being patched up ]
Difficult had it been, first breath taken around the weakening pressure of another pressing to nose and mouth, gasping thing broken as whimper found itself perched upon tongue. Pain had laced so tiny a throat, scrunched the golden cinnamon features until he had been there, gentle warmth about so frail a child. Within each touch he had expressed only affection – undeserving waste of space, pitiful burden that should not be permitted to draw breath, love they leaned into and sought yet never felt was worthy of. She had made sure of such thought, implanted it until the mind scrambled for such things, sought end to each pain.
“I'm sorry...” How many times before had the words found their tongue, rose from it upon broken, shuddering exhale. Different was it now, teeth held tight yet between them still rose the sob, harsh the rub of paw along eyes. Within the sand before them sat a knife, nothing of any great worth of note, but a simple blade. About the handle was wrapped leather, tip of the blade somewhat curved. Carefully they took it up, strange the weight of it slotted between small teeth, digging into the hide.
Tongue pressed to hilt, unsure the first step, protest of muscle drawing across soft features a grimace. Within the fire they had sustained a great deal of damage, the heat of the fire searing still within skin that had been burnt away, no matter the covering of bandages still painful. Again they moved, leg stretching out and for a few seconds paw hovered, unsure. And then it was placed, the next moving to come down next to it. Slow and painful was the process of walking, gaze set ahead in attempt to ignore those few that milled about within the aftermath of it all, hoping these few may take the hint and allow them to pass.
[ this is after the fire has been dealt with and everyone is being patched up ]