11-20-2018, 09:41 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]There had been a time he had found within himself the flickering heat of wonder and passion derived from a want to learn more of the world about him, the soft crinkle of pages, dusty the smell of them, old companion. He had greatly enjoyed the various tomes contained within the small library, though such seemed all too grand a name for the mere handful of books, worn as he read them again and again, uncaring he had memorised their content until they seemed scrawled across the surface of his heart. One of but few regrets touching upon the idle strand of thought, curling within him and toning the outward touch of frown, light as it settled along bitten lips.
Dusty was it all, settling about him in a heavy layering, quiet the rush of breath through teeth stirring the motes that danced before him. Free of the covering empty were the sockets bore into the golden toned features, about it heavy the raised tissue, scars he had grown accustomed to though prove a sight to behold. Roll of head, weight shifting as limbs stretched out, grazing along the spines of a few books the pale toned toes rounding out alabaster paws. Pleasant was it though Eimi lacked the necessary sense to permit him the chance to read once more, the feel of cracked, aged leather brushing against his fur, the mild dew and dusty combined into a smell familiar, home in a way, taken with it all.
“Huh...” Puff of breath passing parted teeth, scrape of claws as hurried were his movements to straight himself. Over time the other senses left to him had grown acute to make up for the lack of one, yet there had been nothing, the vulpine unnoticed until voice rose. Unfamiliar the words escaping her, strange the structure until it broke apart, the exhale speaking of something he may only guess at. Shuffling steps, drag of heavy paws along the ground, pink nose twitching as it poked out from behind the shelves, hiding from the others present the sorry state of his face. “I uh... h-hello... what are you reading?”
Dusty was it all, settling about him in a heavy layering, quiet the rush of breath through teeth stirring the motes that danced before him. Free of the covering empty were the sockets bore into the golden toned features, about it heavy the raised tissue, scars he had grown accustomed to though prove a sight to behold. Roll of head, weight shifting as limbs stretched out, grazing along the spines of a few books the pale toned toes rounding out alabaster paws. Pleasant was it though Eimi lacked the necessary sense to permit him the chance to read once more, the feel of cracked, aged leather brushing against his fur, the mild dew and dusty combined into a smell familiar, home in a way, taken with it all.
“Huh...” Puff of breath passing parted teeth, scrape of claws as hurried were his movements to straight himself. Over time the other senses left to him had grown acute to make up for the lack of one, yet there had been nothing, the vulpine unnoticed until voice rose. Unfamiliar the words escaping her, strange the structure until it broke apart, the exhale speaking of something he may only guess at. Shuffling steps, drag of heavy paws along the ground, pink nose twitching as it poked out from behind the shelves, hiding from the others present the sorry state of his face. “I uh... h-hello... what are you reading?”