11-27-2018, 07:55 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Dance of fingers, tips trailing over the surface of brick left cracked and broken, touching upon mortar between permitted to crumble away. Old this place, touched with the line of those deemed odd by some for appearances prove strange within the eyes of those outside of their little community, yet others given abilities their own, wrapping about thought and body, touching upon appendages before arise did it. Child were they, little thing of slight significance, but number murmured, found upon lips for strange were they – Ghost.
Extension of hand, flicker of pale skin decorated in loose patterning of freckles, before it is gone. So too the pale fabric about their slight frame, the heavy cloak concealing all, dark the rich tones of purple it holds. Seconds, beat of it counted within the song of their heart, before no more are they. Quiet the skittering sound of feet upon the ground, caw above their head reverberating and raising in a tide of sound, calling to all who cared to heed it.
Swift the appearance of Kai once more, curl of smile upon light lips as towards the other youth clouded gaze raises, both blinded though difficult to catch, capable in ways few others were for used to such state were they. Another, the sound of him moving and the breath scraping along points of teeth too sharp, the presence he bares one feral and aggressive – no creature is he but within his veins hums the beat of it, wild this boy with fire in his heart. Once more they are gone, disappearing as the pigment of their skin fades, the clothing adorning them so too gone, rustle of cloak as they spin upon heel and move away some. Better to separate, allow them room to escape if Keona thought them the best target.
Extension of hand, flicker of pale skin decorated in loose patterning of freckles, before it is gone. So too the pale fabric about their slight frame, the heavy cloak concealing all, dark the rich tones of purple it holds. Seconds, beat of it counted within the song of their heart, before no more are they. Quiet the skittering sound of feet upon the ground, caw above their head reverberating and raising in a tide of sound, calling to all who cared to heed it.
Swift the appearance of Kai once more, curl of smile upon light lips as towards the other youth clouded gaze raises, both blinded though difficult to catch, capable in ways few others were for used to such state were they. Another, the sound of him moving and the breath scraping along points of teeth too sharp, the presence he bares one feral and aggressive – no creature is he but within his veins hums the beat of it, wild this boy with fire in his heart. Once more they are gone, disappearing as the pigment of their skin fades, the clothing adorning them so too gone, rustle of cloak as they spin upon heel and move away some. Better to separate, allow them room to escape if Keona thought them the best target.