05-01-2020, 02:49 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Had he been of a sound mind, permitted the space and necessary framing of time that would allow for proper formulation of a course of action, different may have been the outcome. Yet he lacked such, the very notion of lingering among those who bore the ebony fleece of blackened ungulates grating along frayed nerve endings.
The pale light that seeped between parted curtains would illuminate not the slumbering child in the restless throes of poor sleep but a mused bed, sheets tangled and torn beneath his claws, paper scattered among the folds. In time possibly found the covers hidden beneath, victims of his anger he released in silent fit of unprovoked violence. Those with trained eyes may note the lack of satchel once used to carry various fungi specimen, and from the kitchen taken one of the smaller knives though his jaws ached when it was held.
No signs of struggle, of note to speak of his destination. There was nothing. It was almost as though he were but a ghost, as much as he disagreed with the notion, gone within the dead of night with nothing but the trail of his pawsteps to show where he began.
The pale light that seeped between parted curtains would illuminate not the slumbering child in the restless throes of poor sleep but a mused bed, sheets tangled and torn beneath his claws, paper scattered among the folds. In time possibly found the covers hidden beneath, victims of his anger he released in silent fit of unprovoked violence. Those with trained eyes may note the lack of satchel once used to carry various fungi specimen, and from the kitchen taken one of the smaller knives though his jaws ached when it was held.
No signs of struggle, of note to speak of his destination. There was nothing. It was almost as though he were but a ghost, as much as he disagreed with the notion, gone within the dead of night with nothing but the trail of his pawsteps to show where he began.