12-09-2018, 09:06 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Within the span of time, caught amongst the web of it all each event worn until memory is lost, taken apart as though cruel the hands plucking the strings, he was nothing more then a speck. Dull the notion of death within the structure of a mind yet to know the weight of such – liar, accept the truth, swallow it and feel it tear your throat apart – quiet the murmur of it, promise upon edge of bated breath. Upon him it lingered though blind was the eye turned to such, found within the bloom of scar as though savage a flower grew within the delicate structure of skin, ache of it working within.
Audible his approach for difficult was it to quiet ragged exhale, caught upon points of teeth before it rose, hum lacing edges. Rough the voice, croaking thing for minimal had use become, broken for brief moment as tongue pressed to lips. Little was the time he was permitted beyond the walls, concrete and glass drawn into complex a housing though simple its face, weak still though needed was such activity. It mattered not the ill fit of paws upon his body dwarfed within the prints left, some not entirely formed and others smeared, almost gone yet on he continued to walk within, the mark of Atticus' passage made them tiny. Only kindness had been shown by the jaguar and quickly had Keyne latched onto such, welcome it.
“Hello,” voice rose within bright tone behind the words of the other, twist of lips giving the stranger a grin that settled well upon the white and grey toned features, match to eyes and ears all too large to fit upon so gaunt a face.
Audible his approach for difficult was it to quiet ragged exhale, caught upon points of teeth before it rose, hum lacing edges. Rough the voice, croaking thing for minimal had use become, broken for brief moment as tongue pressed to lips. Little was the time he was permitted beyond the walls, concrete and glass drawn into complex a housing though simple its face, weak still though needed was such activity. It mattered not the ill fit of paws upon his body dwarfed within the prints left, some not entirely formed and others smeared, almost gone yet on he continued to walk within, the mark of Atticus' passage made them tiny. Only kindness had been shown by the jaguar and quickly had Keyne latched onto such, welcome it.
“Hello,” voice rose within bright tone behind the words of the other, twist of lips giving the stranger a grin that settled well upon the white and grey toned features, match to eyes and ears all too large to fit upon so gaunt a face.