03-14-2019, 01:56 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]Children were inherently innocent, untouched by the hands of wrongdoing and the knowledge of all things miserable, all the things wrong with the world. They were easily corruptible; a misstep would lead them teetering on the edge of the unpleasant end of the mind. What much more did they know than every moment of their short lives leading up to the present? To them there were no past experiences to compare for reassurance.
Crow was once stood in the position of the younger feline before him. Previously suppressed memories of images in resemblance to a ruined canvas left too long in the rain coupled by an overbearing emotion identifiable as abandonment filled his head to the brim. A long-forgotten puzzle piece of his childhood.
The tabby shook his head and rubbed his temple with a socked paw, a notion that he would get back to the former at better timing than this. "Y-yeah," he spoke, slowly regaining his poise from his brief halt. "You're welcome here in Tanglewood."
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