11-20-2018, 02:50 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]It seemed their thoughts upon the matter were aligned though within the details shifted.
Mogar thought little of the world about him, this place touched with dry heat were the sands had come to take hold and yet grown humid, sticky as it worked into the heavy covering of dusty fur. Less care was there for the people, or within the case of those about him now animals, little more then pawns about the board used by the one who held the power as any other had. Rare was it for a crew such as their own, the power held within the hands of Geoff but respect was present, enough so each had been given a voice, allowed their own chance to show their worth. Minimal was his knowledge of how things functioned, the titles given freely to the others within the crew breezed over in preference for things of greatly import.
None of this was real, nothing more then a dream his mind was caught within, the pain of muscle and skin pulling beneath the thick patches inflicted upon his body, left either to heal or rot he may never know. It mattered little to the canine what bad blood had tainted what was present between himself and Vagabond, the first meeting within this world rocky though things had smoothed out some, none of it extended to the other two. Familiar was the voice of Rimmy, raising within his thoughts, catching his attention for he had grown curious as to what these animals did.
Retort lingered upon the edge of his tongue withheld only for the words had been spoken, brief the touch of his gaze upon the larger frame of the hell hound. It had taken a great deal of time to become accustomed to his own body, though truth be told he had not dared to find a reflective surface to perform a full check, and more so to accept the way the others looked now.
Mogar thought little of the world about him, this place touched with dry heat were the sands had come to take hold and yet grown humid, sticky as it worked into the heavy covering of dusty fur. Less care was there for the people, or within the case of those about him now animals, little more then pawns about the board used by the one who held the power as any other had. Rare was it for a crew such as their own, the power held within the hands of Geoff but respect was present, enough so each had been given a voice, allowed their own chance to show their worth. Minimal was his knowledge of how things functioned, the titles given freely to the others within the crew breezed over in preference for things of greatly import.
None of this was real, nothing more then a dream his mind was caught within, the pain of muscle and skin pulling beneath the thick patches inflicted upon his body, left either to heal or rot he may never know. It mattered little to the canine what bad blood had tainted what was present between himself and Vagabond, the first meeting within this world rocky though things had smoothed out some, none of it extended to the other two. Familiar was the voice of Rimmy, raising within his thoughts, catching his attention for he had grown curious as to what these animals did.
Retort lingered upon the edge of his tongue withheld only for the words had been spoken, brief the touch of his gaze upon the larger frame of the hell hound. It had taken a great deal of time to become accustomed to his own body, though truth be told he had not dared to find a reflective surface to perform a full check, and more so to accept the way the others looked now.