11-23-2018, 01:52 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Press of weight within the divot between shoulder blades, shift of leather across the short fur dusted within tones of cinnamon, familiar a sensation. They had grown accustomed to it, felt it move with the stretch of limb only to settle once more into its place along the curve of spine, work into the space between shoulders, lifting as each did. It mattered not the dull state of the small bladed weapon, the flecks of rust the sheath hide from prying eyes, it was the mere fact it was there and was something to call their own that bore importance.
There had been little within way of warning in which they may hold even a moment to prepare, though in a way the sounds of him, echoing the choked cries breaking through the teeth held together in a tight clench may have spoken of such, difficult to speak of how finding him in such a way had impacted the idle trail of thought. Well did they remember the words heavy upon their tongue, promise made within light breath, speaking of finding what had caused such pain and protecting him for it. Touch of small paws upon the sand lifted about them the minuscule grains, disturbed as their rocked their weight forward, stretching limbs out before next was made. Burn worked through the fibre of muscle, stretching and pulling beneath skin still healing from the touch of heat, the draw of pale toned features one speaking of exhaustion and pain.
“Masie,” gentle exhale, breath caught upon tongue and lifting with the draw of lips, twitch of tail left but a bob. Time had seen the youth grow better with understanding the words of the other, tongue strange to a great many but the babble held within structure, words their mind clutched at, drew into syllables. “CC help.” Drawn closer the slight weight of the small cat fell by the raptor, settling close by her, moving to lean gently into her side. Familiar was it, this action of forming contact between so different creatures, small paw stretching out to touch upon a book.
“This one?” Question rose with an easy air though minimal was their own knowledge on how to read. Easier did it come to them for they had grown up forced to teach themself, honing minimal skills until they were beyond what they should be, an oddity in a child that had proven feisty, more bite then ever they were bark.
There had been little within way of warning in which they may hold even a moment to prepare, though in a way the sounds of him, echoing the choked cries breaking through the teeth held together in a tight clench may have spoken of such, difficult to speak of how finding him in such a way had impacted the idle trail of thought. Well did they remember the words heavy upon their tongue, promise made within light breath, speaking of finding what had caused such pain and protecting him for it. Touch of small paws upon the sand lifted about them the minuscule grains, disturbed as their rocked their weight forward, stretching limbs out before next was made. Burn worked through the fibre of muscle, stretching and pulling beneath skin still healing from the touch of heat, the draw of pale toned features one speaking of exhaustion and pain.
“Masie,” gentle exhale, breath caught upon tongue and lifting with the draw of lips, twitch of tail left but a bob. Time had seen the youth grow better with understanding the words of the other, tongue strange to a great many but the babble held within structure, words their mind clutched at, drew into syllables. “CC help.” Drawn closer the slight weight of the small cat fell by the raptor, settling close by her, moving to lean gently into her side. Familiar was it, this action of forming contact between so different creatures, small paw stretching out to touch upon a book.
“This one?” Question rose with an easy air though minimal was their own knowledge on how to read. Easier did it come to them for they had grown up forced to teach themself, honing minimal skills until they were beyond what they should be, an oddity in a child that had proven feisty, more bite then ever they were bark.