02-24-2019, 11:03 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]It had grown difficult to gauge the passage of time, grown short within the expanse of land choked beneath a thick covering of fine powder darkness clung about the edges, a veil of black stripping from the weak streams of light their strength. Few the snippets of time it felt day had touched this fragment of earth, the hours condensed into the period of early afternoon afforded such, and she enjoyed that short time before the gloom crept in once more. Terse had she grown over the course of the waning day, losing the ragged thread of time, already brittle, crumbling beneath gentle probing.
Behind the dark expanse of red glass her eyes narrowed, fine pinpricks suspended within the mass of lilac, displeasure grown apparent in the way she moved, legs held stiff while the short bob of her tail flicked with each step. Thin was the coat about her body, delicate points of pale flesh apparent where the slight breeze parted it with ease, breath arising in puffs of steam further sapping her warmth. Better may it have been to stay within the cabins, allow herself the chance to relax with the few ragged books she had been able to scrounge up, but age would not stop her, though the ache radiating from her stiff joints may have.
Murmur of voices, broken apart beneath the gentle teasing of the space separating she from those who offered forth conversation and the weak hearing her ears offered, slight the clinging strands of skin perched atop her skull, intrigue within the twist of pale lips. Fragmented plans to return, her exercise for this day drawing to a conclusion for she held no want to continue, falling away as steps turned, slight the bounce within, smooth the transition into hops.
Accustomed had she grown to those of a similar stature, those who had haunted halls choked with cobwebs and cloying shadow of felidae decent yet these were far from such, dark points within the expanse of ivory spread about them. Flicker of memory, touch of passing where all that had been offered was the tilt of a head before on their steps took them of one, though beneath the steady thrum of thought did his name slip, uninteresting within comparison to the other. Worn beneath the clean, almost neutral, tone of the landscape about her faint were the traces of heavy travel, the tone of dust and soil accumulated within the fine furs of her coat easy to detect, drawing her forth with easy steps.
“Well 'ello dere handsome,” honey poured atop gravel, drawn forth from a throat that had seen minimal use within a great amount of time, disuse wearing at each syllable as the nature rasping depth only warped the words further. “Why a course bun, don' see no reason fer ya ta be turned away.” Crunch of paws pressing into the snow, wandering drawing Dogmeat around the stranger, appreciative the gaze roving over her. Indeed was she a sight to behold, though long ago had her days of attempting anything been cast aside, but she enjoyed the thrill of such things, offering pretty words to stroke the fire of ego and allowing herself the idea of something more though she may not pursue it.
Behind the dark expanse of red glass her eyes narrowed, fine pinpricks suspended within the mass of lilac, displeasure grown apparent in the way she moved, legs held stiff while the short bob of her tail flicked with each step. Thin was the coat about her body, delicate points of pale flesh apparent where the slight breeze parted it with ease, breath arising in puffs of steam further sapping her warmth. Better may it have been to stay within the cabins, allow herself the chance to relax with the few ragged books she had been able to scrounge up, but age would not stop her, though the ache radiating from her stiff joints may have.
Murmur of voices, broken apart beneath the gentle teasing of the space separating she from those who offered forth conversation and the weak hearing her ears offered, slight the clinging strands of skin perched atop her skull, intrigue within the twist of pale lips. Fragmented plans to return, her exercise for this day drawing to a conclusion for she held no want to continue, falling away as steps turned, slight the bounce within, smooth the transition into hops.
Accustomed had she grown to those of a similar stature, those who had haunted halls choked with cobwebs and cloying shadow of felidae decent yet these were far from such, dark points within the expanse of ivory spread about them. Flicker of memory, touch of passing where all that had been offered was the tilt of a head before on their steps took them of one, though beneath the steady thrum of thought did his name slip, uninteresting within comparison to the other. Worn beneath the clean, almost neutral, tone of the landscape about her faint were the traces of heavy travel, the tone of dust and soil accumulated within the fine furs of her coat easy to detect, drawing her forth with easy steps.
“Well 'ello dere handsome,” honey poured atop gravel, drawn forth from a throat that had seen minimal use within a great amount of time, disuse wearing at each syllable as the nature rasping depth only warped the words further. “Why a course bun, don' see no reason fer ya ta be turned away.” Crunch of paws pressing into the snow, wandering drawing Dogmeat around the stranger, appreciative the gaze roving over her. Indeed was she a sight to behold, though long ago had her days of attempting anything been cast aside, but she enjoyed the thrill of such things, offering pretty words to stroke the fire of ego and allowing herself the idea of something more though she may not pursue it.