12-15-2018, 06:02 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Strange the involvement of common customs interwoven within the fabric of life, given due importance though minimal had it grown within his eyes. Sharing of such news upon a set day, but gone the frame of when first it had come about, had grown a useless thing, wearing away at the events until often already was it spread. It mattered not that better may it have been to spread the information during the week still these meetings were conducted.
Press of darkly toned paws, sparse the fine grey caught amongst it, upon the sand, unfamiliar the texture of such fine terrain. Short had been his time here, wandering and growing accustomed to the placement of each structure, those that had come to deem it their own. Click of claws upon the surface of star, watching some move down, winding path grown familiar within its cascading hue of blue light.
Slower did Sol move then any other, the chill of the glass side pressing into him, holding part of slight weight as little there was upon so gaunt a figure. Naked almost, such is how he felt without his adornments, the clock and cross left behind for he saw no need for them, now worry snaked through his gut, wormed into the fine network of his nerves and set about them small blazes. Huff of breath, faint the chuckle rising it for amusing was the thought he grew fearful, anxiety working through his exhausted body.
This was to be interesting. He had picked up upon the news of another taking the place of their former leader and no matter how well she took the throne, filling it well and rather suited to the surface of worn cushion, child was she still. Another of such young age had taken the mantle though not here, different his place within that time, dark his intent and so dark and bloody had been his reign. Would this be different, this child touched with shadings of gold be found pure and kind of heart or might she be but pyrite, pretty but worthless, enough to fool for long enough so she may cause whatever damage touched the idle strands of her thoughts.
Press of darkly toned paws, sparse the fine grey caught amongst it, upon the sand, unfamiliar the texture of such fine terrain. Short had been his time here, wandering and growing accustomed to the placement of each structure, those that had come to deem it their own. Click of claws upon the surface of star, watching some move down, winding path grown familiar within its cascading hue of blue light.
Slower did Sol move then any other, the chill of the glass side pressing into him, holding part of slight weight as little there was upon so gaunt a figure. Naked almost, such is how he felt without his adornments, the clock and cross left behind for he saw no need for them, now worry snaked through his gut, wormed into the fine network of his nerves and set about them small blazes. Huff of breath, faint the chuckle rising it for amusing was the thought he grew fearful, anxiety working through his exhausted body.
This was to be interesting. He had picked up upon the news of another taking the place of their former leader and no matter how well she took the throne, filling it well and rather suited to the surface of worn cushion, child was she still. Another of such young age had taken the mantle though not here, different his place within that time, dark his intent and so dark and bloody had been his reign. Would this be different, this child touched with shadings of gold be found pure and kind of heart or might she be but pyrite, pretty but worthless, enough to fool for long enough so she may cause whatever damage touched the idle strands of her thoughts.