12-28-2018, 08:28 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Run. Simplistic the structure of the word, faint the draw of it lingering upon the edge of the tongue as it curls to fit its contours, yet within so much may be found buried beneath the skin. Many times before had he tasted it, felt the press of it within the spaces separating his teeth, the call lingering in ears whistling with the call of winds. So too did he know it within his heart, felt it drawn across the surface of it for it became the beat, worked into ragged tempo breaking apart his breath.
Press of paws toned within the sheen of ivory felt its pull, worked until the nerves contained within his skin tingled and pulsed, faint the trail of pain, yet bright the laughter drawn forth from open mouth. Few and far between had been such instances he felt the pull of muscle beneath his skin, tight stretched where seam of scar had formed, branching the path of it decorating his side. Enjoyment touched the depths of eyes touched with the shadings of sunrise, orange and yellow drawn together about the darkness of pupil reduced to but a pinprick, glimmer of teeth within a grin that stretched his face until it seemed it may break apart.
Skittering the halt, the stuttering slow of a pace that gathered beneath him grooves of loose earth and the fine powder of snow, slight the crust of it still though time may see it grow, exhale broken as weight drew him forward. “Ow...” Muffled where his face pressed into the surface of the earth the youth took a few moments to recollect himself, though difficult might such been from so wondrous an introduction, distance between them enough he felt free to speak into the dirt once more “Stupid, stop doing that, gonna hurt someone.”
Uneasy the lift of head, the curl of smile taking hold, ears flicking back as best they might for weak had their structure grown and thus were left to flop over atop itself. Sprawled out Keyne made a sight, drawing as close he might though apparent was the lack of attempt to arise once more, twitch of muscle, jump of it within shoulder, twist of paw, uneven the flick of limb, all drawn together such made even the simplistic task daunting.
“I...uh, w-welcome, I'm not sure what to do,” voice faltered, trailing until silence took its place. Though he trailed Atticus, followed him about on walks that encircled the land and many times found the strangers that came to their borders with him nothing seemed to stick, or if it had the memory fled him in this moment. “Do you... want to stay, we're the Ascendants and I'm sure da-Atticus will be okay with it.”
[ this is an utter mess cause it is late but he pretty much face planted and is laying on the ground a bit away from link still cause he can't get up on his own ]
Press of paws toned within the sheen of ivory felt its pull, worked until the nerves contained within his skin tingled and pulsed, faint the trail of pain, yet bright the laughter drawn forth from open mouth. Few and far between had been such instances he felt the pull of muscle beneath his skin, tight stretched where seam of scar had formed, branching the path of it decorating his side. Enjoyment touched the depths of eyes touched with the shadings of sunrise, orange and yellow drawn together about the darkness of pupil reduced to but a pinprick, glimmer of teeth within a grin that stretched his face until it seemed it may break apart.
Skittering the halt, the stuttering slow of a pace that gathered beneath him grooves of loose earth and the fine powder of snow, slight the crust of it still though time may see it grow, exhale broken as weight drew him forward. “Ow...” Muffled where his face pressed into the surface of the earth the youth took a few moments to recollect himself, though difficult might such been from so wondrous an introduction, distance between them enough he felt free to speak into the dirt once more “Stupid, stop doing that, gonna hurt someone.”
Uneasy the lift of head, the curl of smile taking hold, ears flicking back as best they might for weak had their structure grown and thus were left to flop over atop itself. Sprawled out Keyne made a sight, drawing as close he might though apparent was the lack of attempt to arise once more, twitch of muscle, jump of it within shoulder, twist of paw, uneven the flick of limb, all drawn together such made even the simplistic task daunting.
“I...uh, w-welcome, I'm not sure what to do,” voice faltered, trailing until silence took its place. Though he trailed Atticus, followed him about on walks that encircled the land and many times found the strangers that came to their borders with him nothing seemed to stick, or if it had the memory fled him in this moment. “Do you... want to stay, we're the Ascendants and I'm sure da-Atticus will be okay with it.”
[ this is an utter mess cause it is late but he pretty much face planted and is laying on the ground a bit away from link still cause he can't get up on his own ]