11-11-2018, 11:11 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Delicate the weaving of tales, words drawn together into simplistic the structure of each, adorned upon the edge of blade. Caught beneath the surface of metal that had felt harsh the touch of hammer, grown heated as fire licked along it, shaped into something new. Of the earth and thus hungry for those that had come to walk upon it, drew from the part of skin blood, greedy within its want to take it in. There is nothing dancing upon the edge, grown dull for within it is age and use for a purpose beyond such things, given new work though minimal was the use of it. Simplistic was it all, the surface of blade speckled with flaking patches of red, the leather bound about the hilt coming away.
But it was theirs for all of the imperfections, something real and of weight. It mattered not it was mere comfort, an aspect of a life they were becoming drawn into, never thought may be their own.
Veil of darkness, heavy the weight of feigned strength drawn back. Left within the depths of dark eyes is traces of surprise, touching upon gentle features as wide grow those eyes, stutter of sound to exhale. CCLIV had not expected such, had thought nothing of their own actions until caught up within it all were they, the warmth of gentle breath pleasant. Closer they moved, the first paw that lifted moving in hopes to gently touch upon nose before it was trailing up, touching on the ridge above eye. Quiet was the exploration before they were shuffling closer, reaching in hopes they may touch one of the antlers. From this position it proved easy to lean into her ear, speak in a soft murmur so only she may here. “Pretty name, you pretty too, me CC.”
But it was theirs for all of the imperfections, something real and of weight. It mattered not it was mere comfort, an aspect of a life they were becoming drawn into, never thought may be their own.
Veil of darkness, heavy the weight of feigned strength drawn back. Left within the depths of dark eyes is traces of surprise, touching upon gentle features as wide grow those eyes, stutter of sound to exhale. CCLIV had not expected such, had thought nothing of their own actions until caught up within it all were they, the warmth of gentle breath pleasant. Closer they moved, the first paw that lifted moving in hopes to gently touch upon nose before it was trailing up, touching on the ridge above eye. Quiet was the exploration before they were shuffling closer, reaching in hopes they may touch one of the antlers. From this position it proved easy to lean into her ear, speak in a soft murmur so only she may here. “Pretty name, you pretty too, me CC.”