11-20-2018, 09:58 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Rendered blind – tearing of hands, touch of metal about the curve of bone, scrap of it echoing in the space of his skull, memory diluted but potent still, touching along the strands of idle thought – there was nought but darkness gathering were once dark had been the brown tone of eyes. Pull of claws, dragging along fabric grown ragged as the years had worked at it, pressing along skull and encasing it, hiding from all the emptiness left. Minimal was his own self conscious feeling towards it, the loss had been one made within a moment of weakness, the hunger for a power he bore no understanding of and had tasted for but brief second, but rather he proved fearful. Within many ways he was a coward, found the quiver of fear touching along his stomach and heart, curling until they piercing through and toned how he reacted to what was about him.
Within their work paws stilled, flick of rounded ears toned within shadings of black and white, straining to learn more of the odd sensation. Beneath him the earth had taken up a tremor, shifting his balance already precarious as it settled upon his back legs and hindquarters, slight for great was the distance separating him from what proved an oddity even amongst those here. For a time Eimi thought upon staying where he was, claws curling and tugging at the fabric, worrying further at holes slowly widening.
Though better of such action, drag of paws through the thick mud as weight shifted forward, lifting until slow was the pace set. Close was he to falling when the sudden sound arose, strange the mix of cattle but beneath the sound of predator, echoing and deep, lacing its edges until difficult was it to speak of what may produce such. Tap of tail along his leg, paw hovering above the sodden earth. Again he moved, allowed himself to focus upon only the beat of each paw as it touched upon the mud choked land, drawing him closer.
“H-hello...” Soft smile touched upon lips cracked where teeth had touched upon them, speaking to all for difficult was it to judge to whom the others spoke, grown quiet within the wake of inquiry offered.
Within their work paws stilled, flick of rounded ears toned within shadings of black and white, straining to learn more of the odd sensation. Beneath him the earth had taken up a tremor, shifting his balance already precarious as it settled upon his back legs and hindquarters, slight for great was the distance separating him from what proved an oddity even amongst those here. For a time Eimi thought upon staying where he was, claws curling and tugging at the fabric, worrying further at holes slowly widening.
Though better of such action, drag of paws through the thick mud as weight shifted forward, lifting until slow was the pace set. Close was he to falling when the sudden sound arose, strange the mix of cattle but beneath the sound of predator, echoing and deep, lacing its edges until difficult was it to speak of what may produce such. Tap of tail along his leg, paw hovering above the sodden earth. Again he moved, allowed himself to focus upon only the beat of each paw as it touched upon the mud choked land, drawing him closer.
“H-hello...” Soft smile touched upon lips cracked where teeth had touched upon them, speaking to all for difficult was it to judge to whom the others spoke, grown quiet within the wake of inquiry offered.