05-30-2020, 09:24 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Broken the ill fated symphony wrought upon lips laced with gathered salt. Unknown the traversal of unfamiliar lands drawing from heavy litter of fallen leaves a quiet crunch, passage further marked by the expulsion of stale air. For brief moment a sputtering flicker the tentative gleam of hope ignited in fluttering heart, makeshift cushioning parting beneath the sudden tumble of forgotten comfort. Dour the ebony buttons watched on in silence as child took to unsteady legs, as though fawn where he traipsing about until stilt limbs, a grin bore upon gentle countenance.
Beast of shadow and brimstone, narrowed depths of smouldering flame settled upon his direction as though assessed for the quality of taunt muscle. A mere morsel would he be, swallowed in moments his mind may need to connect fleeing points. Yet there was only the heated expulsion of breath, the wet presence of a nose hovering above him, withdrawing as supposed assessment drew to a futile conclusion. Within a certain manner alike his own proceeding manner, if of a less desired result. Upset his poor balance, the hast of backward momentum enough to tip the scale.
There is a distinct lack of grace in the manner he comes to lay within a loose sprawl of limbs, partial the closure of pale lids over unfocused vision. Delicate at first the budding heat of growing ache, filling the still moments suspended between each slow breath. Maybe it best he merely stay within such placement, the brief relief of temporary daze fading.
From him seemed stolen the choice in such matter, if formulated even an opinion on proceedings beyond the acknowledgement of prior proceedings. Another, softened the swirling traces of slate against feathered backdrop, mind trailing along delicate memories of plump clouds against a blue sky. For all the pleasantry of reconstructed scenes played against the brief darkness of shuttered depths close drawn all but the extension of tail that flicked with an uneven rhythm, unwelcome the close proximity of stranger. Yet it seemed the conclusion of his passage was premeditated, between left the child caught in growing perplexion.
Empty the brief conversation staged above his head, if the abrupt intrusion of other bent upon defusing the unravelling threads of transpiring scene may be deemed such, enough all the same. Dark the depths that arose, met those that narrowed in a brief moment of contemplation. Further progressed the supposed conversation though adrift the weak concentration of preoccupied youth, sizable ears drawn forth.
"Mama." The rasping croak of barely used vocal cords arose beneath the construct of mimicked hum. Poor the tune drawn across pursed lips unfamiliar with its delicate rises and falls, breaking into ground upon which it was not supposed to tread. For all the flaws peppered in the lilting call a moth drawn to the flickering illumination of tantalising flame was the child, forfeited the safety offered by Safflower. Light the press of paw against the damp surface of the packed terrain, tracked the movement of other, unimpeded, if slow, the progress made.
Another, always another, brief the acknowledgement of averted attention. Always drawn back, centered upon creature burdened beneath the cloying press of thriving flora, the buzzing hymn of hidden multitudes caught in thick foliage casting a static about stilled thought. "Mama…" A silenced ghost dancing about the blurred border of closing eyes, the desired placed over the cruelty reality presented. Onto his toes was eased his weight until he moved to gently press his forehead against the leg of the creature, benefit entirely his own, sought the comfort of proximity he may never indulge within again for reasons his mind struggled to comprehend.
Beast of shadow and brimstone, narrowed depths of smouldering flame settled upon his direction as though assessed for the quality of taunt muscle. A mere morsel would he be, swallowed in moments his mind may need to connect fleeing points. Yet there was only the heated expulsion of breath, the wet presence of a nose hovering above him, withdrawing as supposed assessment drew to a futile conclusion. Within a certain manner alike his own proceeding manner, if of a less desired result. Upset his poor balance, the hast of backward momentum enough to tip the scale.
There is a distinct lack of grace in the manner he comes to lay within a loose sprawl of limbs, partial the closure of pale lids over unfocused vision. Delicate at first the budding heat of growing ache, filling the still moments suspended between each slow breath. Maybe it best he merely stay within such placement, the brief relief of temporary daze fading.
From him seemed stolen the choice in such matter, if formulated even an opinion on proceedings beyond the acknowledgement of prior proceedings. Another, softened the swirling traces of slate against feathered backdrop, mind trailing along delicate memories of plump clouds against a blue sky. For all the pleasantry of reconstructed scenes played against the brief darkness of shuttered depths close drawn all but the extension of tail that flicked with an uneven rhythm, unwelcome the close proximity of stranger. Yet it seemed the conclusion of his passage was premeditated, between left the child caught in growing perplexion.
Empty the brief conversation staged above his head, if the abrupt intrusion of other bent upon defusing the unravelling threads of transpiring scene may be deemed such, enough all the same. Dark the depths that arose, met those that narrowed in a brief moment of contemplation. Further progressed the supposed conversation though adrift the weak concentration of preoccupied youth, sizable ears drawn forth.
"Mama." The rasping croak of barely used vocal cords arose beneath the construct of mimicked hum. Poor the tune drawn across pursed lips unfamiliar with its delicate rises and falls, breaking into ground upon which it was not supposed to tread. For all the flaws peppered in the lilting call a moth drawn to the flickering illumination of tantalising flame was the child, forfeited the safety offered by Safflower. Light the press of paw against the damp surface of the packed terrain, tracked the movement of other, unimpeded, if slow, the progress made.
Another, always another, brief the acknowledgement of averted attention. Always drawn back, centered upon creature burdened beneath the cloying press of thriving flora, the buzzing hymn of hidden multitudes caught in thick foliage casting a static about stilled thought. "Mama…" A silenced ghost dancing about the blurred border of closing eyes, the desired placed over the cruelty reality presented. Onto his toes was eased his weight until he moved to gently press his forehead against the leg of the creature, benefit entirely his own, sought the comfort of proximity he may never indulge within again for reasons his mind struggled to comprehend.