11-19-2018, 07:38 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Strange was it to place within the frame of time just had long he had been apart of this world – no, this was no world it was nothing more then fragments of memory filled in with the stretch of imagination which once had found want in such things, exploration sought in the time of youth, caught in the idle beat of a comatose mind. There was no easy way to explain the oddity of it all outside of such things, to put within reason the stark differences within each creature as they took the guides set by others before and smashed them into pieces. Possibly some part of him, buried within the depths of a mind that sought to accept the end, put within the burns slow to heal about his body the cause of this, wanted it to be true. Easier may it have been to swallow if only he accepted it, allowed it to become a new reality but difficult was such a process. Further was it muddled with the others, but three of the others in their crew brought forth, the rest left to ambiguous ends.
Fibres of bandages clung to the dusty red of fur, heavy about the lean shape of the body, press of bone apparent beneath the skin. The canine was better suited to the land which clung to the edges of the canyon then he was for what lay within, heavy the humid air pressing against him, irritated the skin left exposed. Upon each exhale the faint sound of a growl arose between the press of teeth, low the head as he took a slow pace. The pull of muscle left within the thick patches were flame had touched heat, ache working until numb to it all had he grown. He had grown accustomed to pain, knew the heat of fire as it licked along his skin when things had turned sour, the ring of explosions and the shrapnel produced when he was caught too close. This was the same, nothing more then the ache of a job that had gone badly.
Press of paws into the loose top soil slowed for brief moment, twitch of ears leaving on to flop down onto itself, the twist of lips one that may be deemed a smile though about its edges it proved hard, the glimmer of teeth enough to make it seem malicious within intent. Well known had his reputation been known, boiling the heat of anger within his stomach pushing him on, enjoying seeing the twist of anger and taking the first hit knowing well he may match it. There had been no care to his own personal health, apparent with the many instances he had dragged himself to the penthouse bloodied and bruised yet laughing, the sound of it echoing with joy.
“The fuck are you wearing,” words rose between clenched teeth when Mogar drew closer to the pair, attention fixed upon the small feline. There was nothing of the lion that he wished to acknowledge, delusional his belief within Gods that brought nothing more then pain and destruction.
Fibres of bandages clung to the dusty red of fur, heavy about the lean shape of the body, press of bone apparent beneath the skin. The canine was better suited to the land which clung to the edges of the canyon then he was for what lay within, heavy the humid air pressing against him, irritated the skin left exposed. Upon each exhale the faint sound of a growl arose between the press of teeth, low the head as he took a slow pace. The pull of muscle left within the thick patches were flame had touched heat, ache working until numb to it all had he grown. He had grown accustomed to pain, knew the heat of fire as it licked along his skin when things had turned sour, the ring of explosions and the shrapnel produced when he was caught too close. This was the same, nothing more then the ache of a job that had gone badly.
Press of paws into the loose top soil slowed for brief moment, twitch of ears leaving on to flop down onto itself, the twist of lips one that may be deemed a smile though about its edges it proved hard, the glimmer of teeth enough to make it seem malicious within intent. Well known had his reputation been known, boiling the heat of anger within his stomach pushing him on, enjoying seeing the twist of anger and taking the first hit knowing well he may match it. There had been no care to his own personal health, apparent with the many instances he had dragged himself to the penthouse bloodied and bruised yet laughing, the sound of it echoing with joy.
“The fuck are you wearing,” words rose between clenched teeth when Mogar drew closer to the pair, attention fixed upon the small feline. There was nothing of the lion that he wished to acknowledge, delusional his belief within Gods that brought nothing more then pain and destruction.