01-15-2019, 08:55 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Base state, actions working within the confinements of instinct and the whims of the body. Distinct was the lack of organised thought, within some ways an ancestry to those who walked this earth and bore a mind had expanded, worked beyond such limitations until they proved themself sapient. Strange was this mixture, the meeting of the two states for rare was bond formed, nought but food those who walked with others and found their tongues conforming to the shape of words, taking within knowledge they might never had accumulated otherwise.
It was this that made such a situation plausible, what drew the ursidae forth, one of but a few able to withstand the chill about a landscape buried in the fine powder of snow, hunger within its stomach churning until the young lupine seemed a suitable meal.
Crunch beneath the wandering step of small paws, ivory melding within that around them, swallowed within the powder pressed beneath the slight weight bore upon the thin limbs. Heavy the press of wool about him, hidden within a figure seemingly more skeletal then that of a being of life, heavy the darkness gathering in the curve of lids, part of jaws within a yawn showing further the exhaustion touching sluggish thoughts and actions. Better may it have been to linger, confine himself to the halls of concrete, echoing the voices of others speaking of the life contained, bustle of it apparent though weary had all grown within the raise of the new year.
Youth is not one known for their smart ideas, ignorant in their want to continue on, push through what otherwise may offer a barrier to those older and found themself working with experience. Sound arose within air grown still, breath caught within throat, constricting around it until he seemed almost to choke, sputtering as a cough took him. Useless was he within many ways, sickness contained in his chest arising within a wheeze about the edges of each breath, runny the nose he rubbed at with the back of a paw, and watery had grown his eyes, the want simply to fall into a deep sleep and allow the world to fade growing more enticing. Yet on he continued, felt the pull of muscle beneath skin worn until it felt but paper stretched over his bones, the seam of scar pulling taunt.
Keyne ached, felt the heat of pain and sickness join within a cacophony that tore at his chest. “What...” Disbelief coloured the single word, perched upon lips drawn down into the curl of a faint frown, unsure the gaze moving across the scene. Above it all the ursidae towered, beast of a size none present may match nor come close to, its attempts to break the bark of the discarded log broken as its attention shifted. Brief was his own turn, gaze following the path of the canine as he moved within a frenzy, the weight of a weapon unsuited to such a being a glimmering jewel, flash of light catching upon its blade before crimson marred its surface.
Smaller then August was he and thus there was little effort placed in wriggling into the log, searching within for the one the bear had sought. “Come on, we need to get out of here,” whispering into the log Keyne reached out a paw, dwarfed no matter the age of the one before him for larger then the stature he bore was the wolf, pup or no, moving to gently touch his shoulder. With hopes this got his attention he began to backtrack, hoping Link still had the bear's attention or that another was on their way to assist with it focused on getting the wolf out of the log and at a distance they may be viewed as too much work to go after.
It was this that made such a situation plausible, what drew the ursidae forth, one of but a few able to withstand the chill about a landscape buried in the fine powder of snow, hunger within its stomach churning until the young lupine seemed a suitable meal.
Crunch beneath the wandering step of small paws, ivory melding within that around them, swallowed within the powder pressed beneath the slight weight bore upon the thin limbs. Heavy the press of wool about him, hidden within a figure seemingly more skeletal then that of a being of life, heavy the darkness gathering in the curve of lids, part of jaws within a yawn showing further the exhaustion touching sluggish thoughts and actions. Better may it have been to linger, confine himself to the halls of concrete, echoing the voices of others speaking of the life contained, bustle of it apparent though weary had all grown within the raise of the new year.
Youth is not one known for their smart ideas, ignorant in their want to continue on, push through what otherwise may offer a barrier to those older and found themself working with experience. Sound arose within air grown still, breath caught within throat, constricting around it until he seemed almost to choke, sputtering as a cough took him. Useless was he within many ways, sickness contained in his chest arising within a wheeze about the edges of each breath, runny the nose he rubbed at with the back of a paw, and watery had grown his eyes, the want simply to fall into a deep sleep and allow the world to fade growing more enticing. Yet on he continued, felt the pull of muscle beneath skin worn until it felt but paper stretched over his bones, the seam of scar pulling taunt.
Keyne ached, felt the heat of pain and sickness join within a cacophony that tore at his chest. “What...” Disbelief coloured the single word, perched upon lips drawn down into the curl of a faint frown, unsure the gaze moving across the scene. Above it all the ursidae towered, beast of a size none present may match nor come close to, its attempts to break the bark of the discarded log broken as its attention shifted. Brief was his own turn, gaze following the path of the canine as he moved within a frenzy, the weight of a weapon unsuited to such a being a glimmering jewel, flash of light catching upon its blade before crimson marred its surface.
Smaller then August was he and thus there was little effort placed in wriggling into the log, searching within for the one the bear had sought. “Come on, we need to get out of here,” whispering into the log Keyne reached out a paw, dwarfed no matter the age of the one before him for larger then the stature he bore was the wolf, pup or no, moving to gently touch his shoulder. With hopes this got his attention he began to backtrack, hoping Link still had the bear's attention or that another was on their way to assist with it focused on getting the wolf out of the log and at a distance they may be viewed as too much work to go after.