11-11-2018, 05:02 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – Tenebrae – within no bounds does it come to find itself pushed, given no care to futile attempt for where there is light there must be such, given fragile edges gentle as it encroaches. Slight the veil of it, tones of velvet bound within what is thought as nought but shade, shifting the weight of it, drawn about the mind. It matters not the black upon the skin which it bears to the world for beneath it finds colour, gentle the strokes of blue and purple though rich their tone, drawn amongst deep grey, quiet its presence.
Accustomed to such was the youth though short had been their own existence, the touch of breath within the structure of lung first drawn but few months before, stuttering and unsure as once more exhale finds perch upon tongue. Sigh is it as from tip it raises, blink of eyes grown faded. Clear is the strange way sight is shifted and moved, found itself latching onto point where light has gathered until the colours it dances upon is given vibrant tones, faint the ache trailing about the interior of skull. Down is it drawn, found where tan has come to take the slight lilac of paws and legs stretched before them, press of small toes allowing the grains to flow over top them. Up do eyes wander, find the break where the dilute of brown becomes pale a tone of cream. Almost they believe they can see within the hollow of chest the heart, thunderous the beat of it within ears and yet there is nothing, the steady beat of it within veins seeking to drown out the quiet within solitary moment.
Tense as the muscles within shoulders, shift of head until chin presses upon the sand, uneasy the flick of gaze. Familiar had they grown with sounds of displeasure and pain, found within it a faint pull for the work of their father had found place within structure of their life, routine worked until it was given a place its own. Pain within echoing cry, sound given distinct the lack of words though strained is hearing in hopes something is there, unease curling pale toned lips.
Stretch of limbs, paws pressing into the soft texture of minuscule grains, drawing forth the slight body from where they had settled in a patch of undergrowth. Hesitant the first step, yet always is such the hardest as a great many have said, a journey began with only the first press of foot until next follows. Such is it here, seconds passing before it is once more pressing into the heated surface, another paw lifting and brief is the pause here, moments suspended before they are moving. Dark the shape within the expanse of tan, strange the structure of it as it moved in odd ways as though pained. “Oh...” Wide grow their eyes and somewhat faster are they moving, skittering to a stop close by the other, a child younger then they.
Upon sand belly rests, slow the reach of a paw. Gentle is the brush of it, moving to trail along the short spine until up it moves, resting for a brief moment in the space between little ears. Into lower lip teeth sink, pull at skin left cracked from such action repeated time before, unsure what to do within a situation such as this.
Accustomed to such was the youth though short had been their own existence, the touch of breath within the structure of lung first drawn but few months before, stuttering and unsure as once more exhale finds perch upon tongue. Sigh is it as from tip it raises, blink of eyes grown faded. Clear is the strange way sight is shifted and moved, found itself latching onto point where light has gathered until the colours it dances upon is given vibrant tones, faint the ache trailing about the interior of skull. Down is it drawn, found where tan has come to take the slight lilac of paws and legs stretched before them, press of small toes allowing the grains to flow over top them. Up do eyes wander, find the break where the dilute of brown becomes pale a tone of cream. Almost they believe they can see within the hollow of chest the heart, thunderous the beat of it within ears and yet there is nothing, the steady beat of it within veins seeking to drown out the quiet within solitary moment.
Tense as the muscles within shoulders, shift of head until chin presses upon the sand, uneasy the flick of gaze. Familiar had they grown with sounds of displeasure and pain, found within it a faint pull for the work of their father had found place within structure of their life, routine worked until it was given a place its own. Pain within echoing cry, sound given distinct the lack of words though strained is hearing in hopes something is there, unease curling pale toned lips.
Stretch of limbs, paws pressing into the soft texture of minuscule grains, drawing forth the slight body from where they had settled in a patch of undergrowth. Hesitant the first step, yet always is such the hardest as a great many have said, a journey began with only the first press of foot until next follows. Such is it here, seconds passing before it is once more pressing into the heated surface, another paw lifting and brief is the pause here, moments suspended before they are moving. Dark the shape within the expanse of tan, strange the structure of it as it moved in odd ways as though pained. “Oh...” Wide grow their eyes and somewhat faster are they moving, skittering to a stop close by the other, a child younger then they.
Upon sand belly rests, slow the reach of a paw. Gentle is the brush of it, moving to trail along the short spine until up it moves, resting for a brief moment in the space between little ears. Into lower lip teeth sink, pull at skin left cracked from such action repeated time before, unsure what to do within a situation such as this.