05-14-2020, 08:56 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath the feigned edge of crumbling resolve rang forth the dull tremor of agony, averted depths of illuminated ocean peaks, solemn the promise that had skirted along lips of cracked, bloodied flesh. Yet regret arose in a tentative wash of sparking energy lacing the edges of their nerves, frustration worn against sheets gathered in soft mounds. Excess in all, softened the placement of mattress laid among its brethren. About were others, select their number, a mere trickle grown those beyond their tally.
Had it been days, possibly a week, they could not recall as they watched with halflided eyes the pale wash of dying sunlight fade into the chill silver of night. Possibly it did not matter, loose the assemblance of their thoughts when conciousness arose in the darkness imparted beneath offered parsels, the bitterness of necessary medicine hidden among sweetness.
Battered body rises, aching muscle grown taunt, if what clung with stubborn resolve may be deemed such, increasing within strength the manner legs trembled. Maybe best they stay, inviting the pooled mess of soft blankets, among the soft presence of offered stuffed toys. Yet they were not that which they wanted, the patch work quilt of repaired skin lacking, heavy grown their heart as dejected vision noted the lack once more. Gentle the tap of exposed claw tips against wooden flooring, at once drawn the curiosity of vision, yet away did many skirt. Others lingered, pressed into their skin with the burning heat of a brand.
Across pale countenance did grimace settle as shoulders rolled, brief the open of rose hued wings, miniscule appendeges hanging uselessly against their sides. Slow the beginning of their trudging walk, swaying as did the world before squinted eyes. Difficult to say the hour when the door finally opened before them with a weak protesting groan, a swirling vortex of shifting hues the world rushing forth with relentless abandon. Maybe it had been longer, lost all recollection of that which settled into muddled silhouettes before them.
Unbeknownst to the broken child the staged game of creeping cat and mouse - or may one deem it cat and bear - the aftermath all that appealed as the air carried tones familiar. Grating the gathered grains, scraping against the delicate skin of paws and wrists where once glass had cut, weeping trail of crimson droplets a train behind them. Yet another agony such however, a mere dull voice among the cacophony of what already plagued aching bones. For a moment halted their progression as forth drew colours of earthen hues, confusion turning Eulia to the one they thought family yet wrong might they prove.
It was not to Ahab did the cub approach, rather, stranger to lands proven hostile did they stumble with an unsure smile worn upon their lips. All too late the realisation this was not the ursidae, the heavy tang of salt layered throughout thick coat enough to quell their fears, at the least. Forth did a paw reach, stark the contrast of ivory against the browns Holly bore, seeking a place it may rest which was surely to be about his upper arm.
"You look like abuelo...You're soft…" Beyond the slurred words there was no warning as they teetered, falling back to sit rather heavily on their hindquarters. "I'm Eulia, are you a… friend or um... I forgot what the other one was."
Had it been days, possibly a week, they could not recall as they watched with halflided eyes the pale wash of dying sunlight fade into the chill silver of night. Possibly it did not matter, loose the assemblance of their thoughts when conciousness arose in the darkness imparted beneath offered parsels, the bitterness of necessary medicine hidden among sweetness.
Battered body rises, aching muscle grown taunt, if what clung with stubborn resolve may be deemed such, increasing within strength the manner legs trembled. Maybe best they stay, inviting the pooled mess of soft blankets, among the soft presence of offered stuffed toys. Yet they were not that which they wanted, the patch work quilt of repaired skin lacking, heavy grown their heart as dejected vision noted the lack once more. Gentle the tap of exposed claw tips against wooden flooring, at once drawn the curiosity of vision, yet away did many skirt. Others lingered, pressed into their skin with the burning heat of a brand.
Across pale countenance did grimace settle as shoulders rolled, brief the open of rose hued wings, miniscule appendeges hanging uselessly against their sides. Slow the beginning of their trudging walk, swaying as did the world before squinted eyes. Difficult to say the hour when the door finally opened before them with a weak protesting groan, a swirling vortex of shifting hues the world rushing forth with relentless abandon. Maybe it had been longer, lost all recollection of that which settled into muddled silhouettes before them.
Unbeknownst to the broken child the staged game of creeping cat and mouse - or may one deem it cat and bear - the aftermath all that appealed as the air carried tones familiar. Grating the gathered grains, scraping against the delicate skin of paws and wrists where once glass had cut, weeping trail of crimson droplets a train behind them. Yet another agony such however, a mere dull voice among the cacophony of what already plagued aching bones. For a moment halted their progression as forth drew colours of earthen hues, confusion turning Eulia to the one they thought family yet wrong might they prove.
It was not to Ahab did the cub approach, rather, stranger to lands proven hostile did they stumble with an unsure smile worn upon their lips. All too late the realisation this was not the ursidae, the heavy tang of salt layered throughout thick coat enough to quell their fears, at the least. Forth did a paw reach, stark the contrast of ivory against the browns Holly bore, seeking a place it may rest which was surely to be about his upper arm.
"You look like abuelo...You're soft…" Beyond the slurred words there was no warning as they teetered, falling back to sit rather heavily on their hindquarters. "I'm Eulia, are you a… friend or um... I forgot what the other one was."