01-15-2019, 12:41 AM
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Press of weight about the fine structure of throat, restricting the breath as well as it laid upon the bearer a claim, unspoken but known – there is no freedom here but a tool, nothing of a man laid within the structure of these bones, made to be expended and disposed of once the time called for such.
Within a way bliss was found within the innocence of lack, knowledge of such things nothing more then shadows gathered in the depths of corners he bore no wish to probe, pools of ebony the light may never dispel. Better was it this way though naïve may one deem the youth, blind the eye turned to such pursuits, evil others deemed necessary for purpose was within if self centred, worked until they may be relieved of guilt. Time was all he needed, stretching and warping about him, extending into the darkness. For now he enjoyed his time, found nothing to worry for there was little in the dark, the mechanics of a mind so centred around the aspects of reality allowing him some brief freedom.
“And the stars fill the river...” Voice arose in gentle breath, worked within the structure of each soft exhale, broken until hum perched upon his lips. Cold the press of weight about his chest, the slight touch of fine chain decorating his neck. Lesser was his collar, a mark his own though one to tie him to this place not those within, lack of intent to hold, bare from him the world and the freedom dancing across his tongue, found in the depths of amber eyes. Struggle within each step, rolling of weight upon each limb to balance out a stance worn weak, part of fur enough to reveal the lines across side. Flower almost branching across his skin, bundle of thick scar about his neck and shoulder, working down until leg and side were branded. Lightning touched was he, echo of pain within muscles grown tight, calling for rest.
Brief the thought of such, turn of attention to grass holding tones of brown and orange, bowing beneath the lining of frost, few the patches clear of snow. Shattered such a thought, crumbling away beneath the raise of a voice, strange the words the other spoke though intent clear no matter the structure in which they were set. Twist of ears, gaze moving about the landscape, weight shifting until toes bore the brunt of it. Slight the lift, paws leaving the earth for but a moment before movement caught his attention, colour different from the white expanse. Worry gnawed along the edge of stomach, found root within his thoughts but on he pushed, continued his path towards this stranger.
“Do you need help...?” Unease coiled within the depths of the question, puff of breath arising from pale toned lips, touched up the tip of tongue in a gesture of nerves. Better might it have been if he allowed another to approach first, confirmed the man before him offered no harm for easy may it have been to crush one so young, small his stature within comparison to a great many, yet youth was not known for their smart decisions. "I can get you some blankets and food... or, um, you can come in the observatory."
Press of weight about the fine structure of throat, restricting the breath as well as it laid upon the bearer a claim, unspoken but known – there is no freedom here but a tool, nothing of a man laid within the structure of these bones, made to be expended and disposed of once the time called for such.
Within a way bliss was found within the innocence of lack, knowledge of such things nothing more then shadows gathered in the depths of corners he bore no wish to probe, pools of ebony the light may never dispel. Better was it this way though naïve may one deem the youth, blind the eye turned to such pursuits, evil others deemed necessary for purpose was within if self centred, worked until they may be relieved of guilt. Time was all he needed, stretching and warping about him, extending into the darkness. For now he enjoyed his time, found nothing to worry for there was little in the dark, the mechanics of a mind so centred around the aspects of reality allowing him some brief freedom.
“And the stars fill the river...” Voice arose in gentle breath, worked within the structure of each soft exhale, broken until hum perched upon his lips. Cold the press of weight about his chest, the slight touch of fine chain decorating his neck. Lesser was his collar, a mark his own though one to tie him to this place not those within, lack of intent to hold, bare from him the world and the freedom dancing across his tongue, found in the depths of amber eyes. Struggle within each step, rolling of weight upon each limb to balance out a stance worn weak, part of fur enough to reveal the lines across side. Flower almost branching across his skin, bundle of thick scar about his neck and shoulder, working down until leg and side were branded. Lightning touched was he, echo of pain within muscles grown tight, calling for rest.
Brief the thought of such, turn of attention to grass holding tones of brown and orange, bowing beneath the lining of frost, few the patches clear of snow. Shattered such a thought, crumbling away beneath the raise of a voice, strange the words the other spoke though intent clear no matter the structure in which they were set. Twist of ears, gaze moving about the landscape, weight shifting until toes bore the brunt of it. Slight the lift, paws leaving the earth for but a moment before movement caught his attention, colour different from the white expanse. Worry gnawed along the edge of stomach, found root within his thoughts but on he pushed, continued his path towards this stranger.
“Do you need help...?” Unease coiled within the depths of the question, puff of breath arising from pale toned lips, touched up the tip of tongue in a gesture of nerves. Better might it have been if he allowed another to approach first, confirmed the man before him offered no harm for easy may it have been to crush one so young, small his stature within comparison to a great many, yet youth was not known for their smart decisions. "I can get you some blankets and food... or, um, you can come in the observatory."