12-27-2018, 12:38 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Familiar the structure of it all, the call was different, however, not the lingering note of a shell fashioned until is spiral contours rang with the heavy song of a horn. Odd the memory, flicker of it arising for he had marked the strange creature huddled within the encasement of wood, circle of it given border so it might not so easily fall. The snap and groan, the trail of wind filling within the billowing sails as they took it yet could not be moved, the measurable bulk it was tied to drawn across the sands.
Upon the expanse of dark lips sigh found itself moored for brief moments before it was rising, taken by breeze gentle in its touch about him, coiling within the heavy expanse of dark fur adorning a body all too thin for such weight. Hobbling the steps, roll of it shifting weight about each extremity in a fashion not meant for such travel, press of each speckled paw heavy upon the earth. Shadow had he become within her wake, trailing behind for he was unworthy of anything else, made for this. This was not right, he was more then this, a healer nor a slave to this bitch
Flick of dark ear, twist of head as paw rose to touch upon neck, rubbing along the skin, parting the fur so the tips of claws may scratch along it. Difficult was this heat, different for the humid press of what he longed for – why did he want it, want to be lost within the expanse of land that dripped with condensed moisture and know the call of birds – dry its touch and so harder to bear for unaccustomed to it was he. Call of his name, slave to the woman he sat behind, hidden behind her though prying the eyes he felt, press of smirk upon lips as they took in so scrawny a thing. Child was he no matter his want to be something more, annoyance trailing behind her, mistress had she become, familiar the press of her claws and teeth, fresh the scabs upon each wound for the press of his own claws had found each.
Half hearted attempts to keep up with the news offered, gaze flickering up and back towards where his paws pressed against the earth in intervals but the time between grew, but seconds where he found her. Glaring was her presence, heavy the touch of ragged heat contained about the structure of her skull and trailing over her shoulders, crown of living flame was she wreathed within, fitting for one such as she.
Upon the expanse of dark lips sigh found itself moored for brief moments before it was rising, taken by breeze gentle in its touch about him, coiling within the heavy expanse of dark fur adorning a body all too thin for such weight. Hobbling the steps, roll of it shifting weight about each extremity in a fashion not meant for such travel, press of each speckled paw heavy upon the earth. Shadow had he become within her wake, trailing behind for he was unworthy of anything else, made for this. This was not right, he was more then this, a healer nor a slave to this bitch
Flick of dark ear, twist of head as paw rose to touch upon neck, rubbing along the skin, parting the fur so the tips of claws may scratch along it. Difficult was this heat, different for the humid press of what he longed for – why did he want it, want to be lost within the expanse of land that dripped with condensed moisture and know the call of birds – dry its touch and so harder to bear for unaccustomed to it was he. Call of his name, slave to the woman he sat behind, hidden behind her though prying the eyes he felt, press of smirk upon lips as they took in so scrawny a thing. Child was he no matter his want to be something more, annoyance trailing behind her, mistress had she become, familiar the press of her claws and teeth, fresh the scabs upon each wound for the press of his own claws had found each.
Half hearted attempts to keep up with the news offered, gaze flickering up and back towards where his paws pressed against the earth in intervals but the time between grew, but seconds where he found her. Glaring was her presence, heavy the touch of ragged heat contained about the structure of her skull and trailing over her shoulders, crown of living flame was she wreathed within, fitting for one such as she.