04-07-2020, 07:48 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Languid waves lapping at stagnant shoreline, a quiet cycle of give and take, swirling particles of suspended grains caught in the lace of frothing foam. Against the torn edging of lacerated skin pressed edges of jagged granite, pilfered weight accumulated in pockets of poor stitch work, bulging in a manner befit imminent ruin. Her chest ached with a budding heat, all too long enclosed a breath grown stale behind the clench of teeth.
Soft the trailing of severed whimper parting the whitened stretch of her lips, flushed cheeks obscured beneath the downward curl of terror laced frown. Chilled the lapping tide climbing up extended foot, swallowed in depths of no conceivable end, grown damp the hemp of her dress as her weight settled with a choked sob. Away might she turn, escape the pulsing ache of broken heart, yet unallowed such action for a conniving, cruel woman such as she —
Broken the cruel illusion of rare pondered memory, recollection faded and coarse, yet all the same the starkness of dying afternoon left widened eyes of ebony as a fitful bout of rapid blinking beset her. Beyond the recollection of barely important time that which framed the period of their travels, the steady rise and collapse of each day marked only by the stilted line of fitful conversation. Strangers all, though once within veins buried within aching muscle blood shared had flowed.
Forth flicked the forked extension of a pale tongue, her momentum drawing to an uneasy halt between the broad paws of towering ursidae. Among the forest of multi-hued limbs framing her a mere speck of brown laced with black the viper that lifted triangular head, gleaming the saliva coated curl of hollow fangs revealed in a yawn of unexpected magnitude. Of life she knew a pitiful amount, the creeping press of exhaustion ignored once more within favour of lifting a voice laced with a gentle hiss.
"We can not be sure until we check," gentle the low murmur gracing scaled mouth, easy to trace the trajectory of wandering vision. Bad the blood present between the vipers of differing origin, a menace and boy of once hated mischief that which adorned the moss and lichen covered tines of crowning antlers, companion in travel assist little in removing such lacklustre imagery. "We should not get out hopes up."
Soft the trailing of severed whimper parting the whitened stretch of her lips, flushed cheeks obscured beneath the downward curl of terror laced frown. Chilled the lapping tide climbing up extended foot, swallowed in depths of no conceivable end, grown damp the hemp of her dress as her weight settled with a choked sob. Away might she turn, escape the pulsing ache of broken heart, yet unallowed such action for a conniving, cruel woman such as she —
Broken the cruel illusion of rare pondered memory, recollection faded and coarse, yet all the same the starkness of dying afternoon left widened eyes of ebony as a fitful bout of rapid blinking beset her. Beyond the recollection of barely important time that which framed the period of their travels, the steady rise and collapse of each day marked only by the stilted line of fitful conversation. Strangers all, though once within veins buried within aching muscle blood shared had flowed.
Forth flicked the forked extension of a pale tongue, her momentum drawing to an uneasy halt between the broad paws of towering ursidae. Among the forest of multi-hued limbs framing her a mere speck of brown laced with black the viper that lifted triangular head, gleaming the saliva coated curl of hollow fangs revealed in a yawn of unexpected magnitude. Of life she knew a pitiful amount, the creeping press of exhaustion ignored once more within favour of lifting a voice laced with a gentle hiss.
"We can not be sure until we check," gentle the low murmur gracing scaled mouth, easy to trace the trajectory of wandering vision. Bad the blood present between the vipers of differing origin, a menace and boy of once hated mischief that which adorned the moss and lichen covered tines of crowning antlers, companion in travel assist little in removing such lacklustre imagery. "We should not get out hopes up."