11-18-2018, 11:05 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Only the circumstances spread before them touched with the crimson blood of others, about the curve of teeth and claw it gathered in crimson droplets before it may fall, the end spelled with a flourish, may their paths ever come to find a crossroads.
Better may it have been if he had stayed within the confinements of the observatory, attention touching upon meaningless tasks meant only to offer minute stimuli, stretched out over the course of hours. But for only so long may one find themself contained within the world of books, the stark contrast of black lettering atop the white surface of pages permitted to curl and yellow some about their edges hard upon weary eyes. Quiet was the sigh touching upon next exhale, scrape of leather along the concrete echoing and loud within the confinements of the space, ears flicking, touching for brief moment upon the curl of horns. He had grown used to the weight of them, though for the most part they were hollow, the ribbed structure for the purpose of show then it ever was for defensive or offence purposes.
Patter of small paws touching upon the chilled flooring, leaving behind the space as it had been, the last remnants of a life that hadn't seen much. He had grown tired over the past few months, sought an end to the ache of pain caught within the hollow of his chest, slow the beat of the heart contained within it. There was nothing he may live for any longer, the draw of it worn away. A wonder is it the simple passage of time, taking from the eyes the sheen of rose toned sight seeking within only the good but such mars the warnings, makes all flags red until there is no point in fear.
“The fuck...” Furrow of dark brow accompanied the words, the dark gaze of the single eye he was left with narrowing as it touched upon the unfamiliar being, standing well above the tips of the tall grass slow to brown within the chilling weather. It mattered not his own stature, barely coming beyond a mere 9 inches as it was, paling within comparison to a great many this was merely ridiculous. For a time Silus briefly wondered if it best to find another, possibly Agathe so she may learn of this creature's purpose, the distinct scent carried within the fibres of his fur brought towards the bengal upon a slight breeze. “Roseblood...?” Confusion touched upon his tone and he took a slow pace, thinking better of an act that may have saved his life.
It mattered not his own personal thoughts, turned sour with how they had come to treat the alliance once present between Typhoon and the Rosebloods, a waste of time and material within his own mind, but here it was different. “Are you looking for anyone in particular or are you just here to flaunt how freakishly big you are?” Momentum drew to a halt a few feet from the other, slight the tilt of dark head, waiting for a response.
[ sorry this took me a bit to get to, my muse died for sil for a good while ]
Better may it have been if he had stayed within the confinements of the observatory, attention touching upon meaningless tasks meant only to offer minute stimuli, stretched out over the course of hours. But for only so long may one find themself contained within the world of books, the stark contrast of black lettering atop the white surface of pages permitted to curl and yellow some about their edges hard upon weary eyes. Quiet was the sigh touching upon next exhale, scrape of leather along the concrete echoing and loud within the confinements of the space, ears flicking, touching for brief moment upon the curl of horns. He had grown used to the weight of them, though for the most part they were hollow, the ribbed structure for the purpose of show then it ever was for defensive or offence purposes.
Patter of small paws touching upon the chilled flooring, leaving behind the space as it had been, the last remnants of a life that hadn't seen much. He had grown tired over the past few months, sought an end to the ache of pain caught within the hollow of his chest, slow the beat of the heart contained within it. There was nothing he may live for any longer, the draw of it worn away. A wonder is it the simple passage of time, taking from the eyes the sheen of rose toned sight seeking within only the good but such mars the warnings, makes all flags red until there is no point in fear.
“The fuck...” Furrow of dark brow accompanied the words, the dark gaze of the single eye he was left with narrowing as it touched upon the unfamiliar being, standing well above the tips of the tall grass slow to brown within the chilling weather. It mattered not his own stature, barely coming beyond a mere 9 inches as it was, paling within comparison to a great many this was merely ridiculous. For a time Silus briefly wondered if it best to find another, possibly Agathe so she may learn of this creature's purpose, the distinct scent carried within the fibres of his fur brought towards the bengal upon a slight breeze. “Roseblood...?” Confusion touched upon his tone and he took a slow pace, thinking better of an act that may have saved his life.
It mattered not his own personal thoughts, turned sour with how they had come to treat the alliance once present between Typhoon and the Rosebloods, a waste of time and material within his own mind, but here it was different. “Are you looking for anyone in particular or are you just here to flaunt how freakishly big you are?” Momentum drew to a halt a few feet from the other, slight the tilt of dark head, waiting for a response.
[ sorry this took me a bit to get to, my muse died for sil for a good while ]