07-19-2020, 10:24 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath aching nails caught the clinging grains of grave soil, wrought within particulates of dried copper the claim of sin. Turned over the minimal dimensions of chosen placement, but one among many, beyond the frayed threads of unravelling thought the tally left in stumbling wake. Dark the sightless depths that had perceived his crime, forfeited a life he bore no control over, plucked as though a mere apple it had been.
Frothing wash of crimson tinged lather dripping from the gape of still jaws, locked joints claws unto as though release may be found in self inflicted mutilation. A pink slug the thickened tongue that flicked and twitched among the gathered mess of bubbling saliva, futile the attempts to dispel poison coursing through corroding veins.
Voiceless the pleas of dying, anger a dark veil against backdrop of expanding pupils, swallowed as though eclipse cast a shade over imploring gaze.
Strangled the cry arising from the tightened confinements of dry throat, unwelcome the fall of tears casting delicate tracks over his cheeks. Almost may he ascribe the utterance to the deceased, from taken all, even the dignity of burial replaced by the hasty break of stiff joints, a promise the leaden weight of soul was entangled within his own. Of no such origin it, however, self pity and horror arising within the short expulsion of air.
There was nothing he was capable of performing that may revive the dead, a healer turned murderer, the shattered fragments of glass about decapitated head a cruel crown. Gentle the sweeping movement of shaking paws, smoothed the surface of upset earth as though his sin may be so easily removed. Nought else was left for him to do, hollow any prayer he may scream or whisper to uncaring gods lingering well above in their thrones of cloud, and thus held his tongue. Final the act of breaking clouds, the clap of roaring thunder supposedly shaking the earth, to the secluded grave the rain falling in sizable droplets.
Haste marked his retreat, over hunched shoulder thrown a fugitive glance, his efforts reduced to wasted time as the rain beat against the loosely packed soil. Be what may, if one came across the poorly covered grave and crafted a loose connection to himself the punishment would be befitting heavy the steps that drew him through the dense undergrowth. All too soon did the heavy clustering of trees part, interrupted the peaceful conversation of bystanders caught within the downpour. Uneasy the first step placed atop slick cobble, tense even as his presence was ignored within favour of finding shelter.
A mere face among the crowd, one of many that approached the open door of the Capricorn, sign offered a squeaking groan as it swung upon its hinges with each gust of wind. Inviting the warm spill of golden illumination, smooth the inclusion of those who spilled forth into the lower level, conversations grown in volume as places were found. Soothing the crackle of beginning fire, a blaze of minimal size for the purpose of drying was it for over warming, from his thoughts the feline startled when a towel fell against his back. Jaunty grin was born across open countenance he turned to, yet quick its fall, words dying on tongue as he slipped away among the crowd.
Lone the seat Silas settled into, dark the corner of the busy bar. Against the stained wood did the tips of his claws scrape, short the transaction that left the space filled by a small glass, the contents an unknown, blurred the reflection that stared back at him.
Everything within him screamed to dislodge the grasping claws that sought purchase against his shoulders, rank the vile breath that fanned across his face. Yet he could do nothing, endured the garbled pleas crafted from slurred vocalisations, against the wooden floor legs reduced to dead meat twitching in irregular intervals.
Against the taste did nose scrunch up, groan pushing through clenched teeth. Faint the buzz lacing the slowed trudge of spiralling thought, his low tolerance to the deceptively strong concoction made apparent. Aside did he push the empty glass, watching the other patrons as they killed about, envy darkening half lidded eyes.
Frothing wash of crimson tinged lather dripping from the gape of still jaws, locked joints claws unto as though release may be found in self inflicted mutilation. A pink slug the thickened tongue that flicked and twitched among the gathered mess of bubbling saliva, futile the attempts to dispel poison coursing through corroding veins.
Voiceless the pleas of dying, anger a dark veil against backdrop of expanding pupils, swallowed as though eclipse cast a shade over imploring gaze.
Strangled the cry arising from the tightened confinements of dry throat, unwelcome the fall of tears casting delicate tracks over his cheeks. Almost may he ascribe the utterance to the deceased, from taken all, even the dignity of burial replaced by the hasty break of stiff joints, a promise the leaden weight of soul was entangled within his own. Of no such origin it, however, self pity and horror arising within the short expulsion of air.
There was nothing he was capable of performing that may revive the dead, a healer turned murderer, the shattered fragments of glass about decapitated head a cruel crown. Gentle the sweeping movement of shaking paws, smoothed the surface of upset earth as though his sin may be so easily removed. Nought else was left for him to do, hollow any prayer he may scream or whisper to uncaring gods lingering well above in their thrones of cloud, and thus held his tongue. Final the act of breaking clouds, the clap of roaring thunder supposedly shaking the earth, to the secluded grave the rain falling in sizable droplets.
Haste marked his retreat, over hunched shoulder thrown a fugitive glance, his efforts reduced to wasted time as the rain beat against the loosely packed soil. Be what may, if one came across the poorly covered grave and crafted a loose connection to himself the punishment would be befitting heavy the steps that drew him through the dense undergrowth. All too soon did the heavy clustering of trees part, interrupted the peaceful conversation of bystanders caught within the downpour. Uneasy the first step placed atop slick cobble, tense even as his presence was ignored within favour of finding shelter.
A mere face among the crowd, one of many that approached the open door of the Capricorn, sign offered a squeaking groan as it swung upon its hinges with each gust of wind. Inviting the warm spill of golden illumination, smooth the inclusion of those who spilled forth into the lower level, conversations grown in volume as places were found. Soothing the crackle of beginning fire, a blaze of minimal size for the purpose of drying was it for over warming, from his thoughts the feline startled when a towel fell against his back. Jaunty grin was born across open countenance he turned to, yet quick its fall, words dying on tongue as he slipped away among the crowd.
Lone the seat Silas settled into, dark the corner of the busy bar. Against the stained wood did the tips of his claws scrape, short the transaction that left the space filled by a small glass, the contents an unknown, blurred the reflection that stared back at him.
Everything within him screamed to dislodge the grasping claws that sought purchase against his shoulders, rank the vile breath that fanned across his face. Yet he could do nothing, endured the garbled pleas crafted from slurred vocalisations, against the wooden floor legs reduced to dead meat twitching in irregular intervals.
Against the taste did nose scrunch up, groan pushing through clenched teeth. Faint the buzz lacing the slowed trudge of spiralling thought, his low tolerance to the deceptively strong concoction made apparent. Aside did he push the empty glass, watching the other patrons as they killed about, envy darkening half lidded eyes.