11-19-2018, 10:51 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Smouldering the ashes of bridges one held strong, shattered the remnants of something once thought to stand against the savage touch of time, nothing but distant memory bittersweet within their replay. He knew well the touch of such things though much had not been by his own volition, the choice within the hands of others that saw nothing but a pawn within a child so young and gullible, yet quickly was any use within him worn. It mattered not the pleading cries he uttered, the weak attempts at doing as they had so wanted him to, clinging to what was crumbling about him. None of it had come to matter within the end, the plastered on smiles and the honey dipped words meant for nothing more then drawing him in, working him until there was nothing left, discarded as though he were a broken toy with no hope of being repaired.
Yet such was not entirely true, his misguided attempts to grasp at false innocence in it all, shift upon them the blame of it breaking apart nothing but want to be seen as good still. It mattered not the fearful exterior of a child once deemed something great, that had held within his hands the very knife that took from him much, hungry for the power offered to him. The loss of sight was nothing in comparison, a mere hurdle he may tackle with ease. Oh how wrong he had been.
Slight the patter of rain, the few droplets striking the still pools gathered above the loose top soil, adding only more to it. Difficult was it to find within any patch that held no moisture, be it shallow pools as those he walked about, at times the slip of a paw splashing the muck contained within upon himself, the earth about it little more then mud. The jaguar had grown better about traversing the land though apparent was his preference for the other areas, built up once for the purpose of others yet their lives had been ruined, the growth of life touching the broken structures hiding the hum of life within. Yet this trek had grown familiar, the sounds of life about him leaving rounded ears to flick and twitch, grown curious as to what may be found.
“Hmm...” Lips pressed together into a hard line, faint the hum raising. The months had grown chilled and he too found himself at odds with the temperature about him though different was his own thoughts, wanting instead the heat. He was accustomed to the dry press of it, heavy the golden light as it touched upon marble and stone, here it was muggy and a chill permeated air that barely moved. For a brief moment his forward momentum drew to a halt, unease apparent within the tense set of shoulders drawn back, teeth working into lower lip. Loud was the sound of it, echoing rumble of anger expressed from another though he knew not that the creature was smaller then it may sound, of a size likely smaller then his own. Sudden the cry from him as it rose, building until it seemed thunder clapped by his ears. Splash rose as his weight dragged him down, hindquarters hitting a puddle behind him, forelegs stretching out until chin barely hovered above the ground.
For a time Eimi merely lay there, unsure of how smart an idea it was to get any closer. Yet curiosity gets the better of most, within the mind of the wildcat it wormed its way, touched the panicked beat of each thought, pressed until it could no longer be repressed. Stretch of limb, slow the pace as he nearly crawled forward upon his belly, seeking out the source of the sound. “H-hello, i-is anyone there...?” Unease touched his words as his ears perked, distinct the smell of infection, dark and invading. “A-are you hurt?”
Yet such was not entirely true, his misguided attempts to grasp at false innocence in it all, shift upon them the blame of it breaking apart nothing but want to be seen as good still. It mattered not the fearful exterior of a child once deemed something great, that had held within his hands the very knife that took from him much, hungry for the power offered to him. The loss of sight was nothing in comparison, a mere hurdle he may tackle with ease. Oh how wrong he had been.
Slight the patter of rain, the few droplets striking the still pools gathered above the loose top soil, adding only more to it. Difficult was it to find within any patch that held no moisture, be it shallow pools as those he walked about, at times the slip of a paw splashing the muck contained within upon himself, the earth about it little more then mud. The jaguar had grown better about traversing the land though apparent was his preference for the other areas, built up once for the purpose of others yet their lives had been ruined, the growth of life touching the broken structures hiding the hum of life within. Yet this trek had grown familiar, the sounds of life about him leaving rounded ears to flick and twitch, grown curious as to what may be found.
“Hmm...” Lips pressed together into a hard line, faint the hum raising. The months had grown chilled and he too found himself at odds with the temperature about him though different was his own thoughts, wanting instead the heat. He was accustomed to the dry press of it, heavy the golden light as it touched upon marble and stone, here it was muggy and a chill permeated air that barely moved. For a brief moment his forward momentum drew to a halt, unease apparent within the tense set of shoulders drawn back, teeth working into lower lip. Loud was the sound of it, echoing rumble of anger expressed from another though he knew not that the creature was smaller then it may sound, of a size likely smaller then his own. Sudden the cry from him as it rose, building until it seemed thunder clapped by his ears. Splash rose as his weight dragged him down, hindquarters hitting a puddle behind him, forelegs stretching out until chin barely hovered above the ground.
For a time Eimi merely lay there, unsure of how smart an idea it was to get any closer. Yet curiosity gets the better of most, within the mind of the wildcat it wormed its way, touched the panicked beat of each thought, pressed until it could no longer be repressed. Stretch of limb, slow the pace as he nearly crawled forward upon his belly, seeking out the source of the sound. “H-hello, i-is anyone there...?” Unease touched his words as his ears perked, distinct the smell of infection, dark and invading. “A-are you hurt?”