04-08-2020, 08:55 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Churned sediment grown into a thickened slurry of cloying earth overladen by moisture over top, rich the layered hues of soil rooted within brittle strands. Loose assemblance, scattered the delicate speckling of darkened freckles laid as though stones within the sluggish tide of gurgling creek. Yet it was of other loose focal points of shifting interest that depths of soft ebon found, at once cruel and fascinating the markings of time wrought upon false flesh.
Peeled back from the discoloured curl of enamel of odd shading the ragged ribbon of parted skin, the frozen imagery of permanent youth marred. Bisected the dark speckling of furrowed brow, the tepid light of honey spiked brown grown fervent beneath the crackling spark of accumulating rage, fine the veil about tempered threat. Indeed, of note the bridging of widened abyss, gentle the budding sensation of familiarity drawn about the stilted progression of spiralling thought. Once more did lips of earthen hued scale part, the lingering press of query silenced beneath the shrill loft of hoarse utterance.
How do you know Beck.
Of numerous occasions prior to that forged about a poor beginning fraught with short flares sparking beneath lifted match ponderance of such had occurred, though worn beneath the ceaseless beat of gathered centuries the few memories held in grief stricken recollection. Selfish, such most of it, a quiet parsing of static woven scenes seeking a manner to silence the cloying voices of disheartened rage, seeking a singular thread among that amassed that may lay to fitful rest an over burdened soul. But was not deserved it, a poorly treasured memento of a time her own blind faith had turned upon her with venom soaked fangs.
Too long had transpired, near enough to palpable the heavy gloom obscuring atmosphere laced with the pale light of bleeding moon. "We do not mean any har-"
Cruel the intention of wandering hands plucking along their strings, the resonance of intrusive entrance silencing the soft placation drawn across the forked extension of flicking tongue. Had not been the gentle light of soul encased in the prison of fallible flesh been that of heavenly origin well placed the titilage of angel, wreathed in the silver hued flame the wings of smelted gold, a transfixing sight. Harsh that which settled upon gilded marble countenance, planes joined by barely softened edging, arresting the sapphire inset settled against the oddity of covered partner. Had been she of a more sound mind possibly question such, yet of sense none did she bear beneath the scrutiny of angelic rage.
Tepid the familiar song of whiskey laced tone, placating beneath the offering of formal title. Vein the budding growth of delicate hope rooted about her ribs, forth drawn she as his voice faded upon final syllable, yet impeded her progression. Thoughtful the manner within which forth did the broad paws bearing the course gathering of ebony shift, apparent the manner marked her own halted progression in the relative safety of his undercarriage. Well among their numerous number the inclination to that of stubborn protection, of no matter his own well-being within the issue of compromised safety.
"Ambrose," gentle her voice as forth did she creep once more, loose the encirclement of thick wrist. Among brittle strands did head press for moments brief but quick in their passing, at once familiar and sorrow inducing the actions performed with a lack of assisting thought. "Be calm. Anger shall only hinder us."
Another. Fretful apparition crafted from creaking bone laced with close pressed skin, adorned with a coat of monotone hues. A vessel bearing upon shoulders layered with scraggly coat and overflowing cascade of lifted mohawk following the ridge of curled spine the heat of gathered rage, a mere mutt bearing the tattered remains of once constricting muzzle and chains, given a fretful freedom upon which fill had been taken. Had been she gifted that which may shutter dark depths at half mast would have the narrowed vision settled upon rank beast of unquenchable fervour, yet she had not been. Settled, instead, was she for looking upon her with the drawn out note of a hiss dancing upon exposed tips of hollow fangs.
Cruel, if of a short life, the dark warning dying on tongue, of a more sullen disposition figure next to insert self within gathering throng. Of a multitude beyond reasonable tally that which clustered about family, indeed, an oddity that for of no apparent bond they which acted with heated passion, singular seemed the voice of reason. Soothed the flared temper sullying her own disquieted thought, relief a gentle brush encircling slowing circuit. "I apologise for our reception… We did not expect such hostility." Had been such upon thoughts it may well have been similar the outcome, mere matter of perspective offering what past might only guess at. From where she had encircled the extremity of towering ursidae disentangled the viper to permit her chance to bridge that which separated the two gathered assemblies, yet within the empty land between did her progression halt.
"Please, allow me to start this on a better note. I am Florence Finch, we did not come with intent to harm Beck, and if he wishes us to depart we shall do so-" apparent the direction of vision as the words fell from scaled lips, though back did it shift, imparted a clear message. They would not linger any longer than they were welcome, elsewhere their search may be conducted. "We are not of this land and do not know your ways, we merely wish to know if our brother is present."
Peeled back from the discoloured curl of enamel of odd shading the ragged ribbon of parted skin, the frozen imagery of permanent youth marred. Bisected the dark speckling of furrowed brow, the tepid light of honey spiked brown grown fervent beneath the crackling spark of accumulating rage, fine the veil about tempered threat. Indeed, of note the bridging of widened abyss, gentle the budding sensation of familiarity drawn about the stilted progression of spiralling thought. Once more did lips of earthen hued scale part, the lingering press of query silenced beneath the shrill loft of hoarse utterance.
How do you know Beck.
Of numerous occasions prior to that forged about a poor beginning fraught with short flares sparking beneath lifted match ponderance of such had occurred, though worn beneath the ceaseless beat of gathered centuries the few memories held in grief stricken recollection. Selfish, such most of it, a quiet parsing of static woven scenes seeking a manner to silence the cloying voices of disheartened rage, seeking a singular thread among that amassed that may lay to fitful rest an over burdened soul. But was not deserved it, a poorly treasured memento of a time her own blind faith had turned upon her with venom soaked fangs.
Too long had transpired, near enough to palpable the heavy gloom obscuring atmosphere laced with the pale light of bleeding moon. "We do not mean any har-"
Cruel the intention of wandering hands plucking along their strings, the resonance of intrusive entrance silencing the soft placation drawn across the forked extension of flicking tongue. Had not been the gentle light of soul encased in the prison of fallible flesh been that of heavenly origin well placed the titilage of angel, wreathed in the silver hued flame the wings of smelted gold, a transfixing sight. Harsh that which settled upon gilded marble countenance, planes joined by barely softened edging, arresting the sapphire inset settled against the oddity of covered partner. Had been she of a more sound mind possibly question such, yet of sense none did she bear beneath the scrutiny of angelic rage.
Tepid the familiar song of whiskey laced tone, placating beneath the offering of formal title. Vein the budding growth of delicate hope rooted about her ribs, forth drawn she as his voice faded upon final syllable, yet impeded her progression. Thoughtful the manner within which forth did the broad paws bearing the course gathering of ebony shift, apparent the manner marked her own halted progression in the relative safety of his undercarriage. Well among their numerous number the inclination to that of stubborn protection, of no matter his own well-being within the issue of compromised safety.
"Ambrose," gentle her voice as forth did she creep once more, loose the encirclement of thick wrist. Among brittle strands did head press for moments brief but quick in their passing, at once familiar and sorrow inducing the actions performed with a lack of assisting thought. "Be calm. Anger shall only hinder us."
Another. Fretful apparition crafted from creaking bone laced with close pressed skin, adorned with a coat of monotone hues. A vessel bearing upon shoulders layered with scraggly coat and overflowing cascade of lifted mohawk following the ridge of curled spine the heat of gathered rage, a mere mutt bearing the tattered remains of once constricting muzzle and chains, given a fretful freedom upon which fill had been taken. Had been she gifted that which may shutter dark depths at half mast would have the narrowed vision settled upon rank beast of unquenchable fervour, yet she had not been. Settled, instead, was she for looking upon her with the drawn out note of a hiss dancing upon exposed tips of hollow fangs.
Cruel, if of a short life, the dark warning dying on tongue, of a more sullen disposition figure next to insert self within gathering throng. Of a multitude beyond reasonable tally that which clustered about family, indeed, an oddity that for of no apparent bond they which acted with heated passion, singular seemed the voice of reason. Soothed the flared temper sullying her own disquieted thought, relief a gentle brush encircling slowing circuit. "I apologise for our reception… We did not expect such hostility." Had been such upon thoughts it may well have been similar the outcome, mere matter of perspective offering what past might only guess at. From where she had encircled the extremity of towering ursidae disentangled the viper to permit her chance to bridge that which separated the two gathered assemblies, yet within the empty land between did her progression halt.
"Please, allow me to start this on a better note. I am Florence Finch, we did not come with intent to harm Beck, and if he wishes us to depart we shall do so-" apparent the direction of vision as the words fell from scaled lips, though back did it shift, imparted a clear message. They would not linger any longer than they were welcome, elsewhere their search may be conducted. "We are not of this land and do not know your ways, we merely wish to know if our brother is present."