07-20-2020, 02:38 AM
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Cruel the savagery of simple sounds, upon a frame of lacking worth inscribed a price cut from the tender muscle of beating heart. Beyond the structure of tally the numerous that flocked forth, drawn by the call and deemed red by a roll of the tongue, others more tentative in their claim. Of them was he, who bore a coat of charcoal and smoke, yet another laid claim as though a prize was he, as lowly as he had come to deem himself.
Towards neither did the man who once held the tentatively gifted title of father belong, a man that love had brought to their flock. His was a name that returned healer did not carry, one unbefit the blood of brine and foam, soft edges and gentle compassion against harsh jagged stone. Honour instead was laid upon stranger who sought strange shores, drawn here as once had been his sire, a sight that may tug upon frozen heartstrings once.
Last was his approach made with the twisted curl of reproach against dark countenance, though who it was directed towards may only be guessed upon. Unnecessary the inclusion of his own voice, already spoken the necessary queries, yet the croaking groan of it decorated the air all the same. "Are you injured." Brief the diversion of attention, upon aunt - odd such known connection for once had she run feral about the land with monstrosities at her heel - did it lay. Silas knew of the policies of Goldenluxury, the treatment of most fair and just, of Roxanne he may guess.
Cruel the savagery of simple sounds, upon a frame of lacking worth inscribed a price cut from the tender muscle of beating heart. Beyond the structure of tally the numerous that flocked forth, drawn by the call and deemed red by a roll of the tongue, others more tentative in their claim. Of them was he, who bore a coat of charcoal and smoke, yet another laid claim as though a prize was he, as lowly as he had come to deem himself.
Towards neither did the man who once held the tentatively gifted title of father belong, a man that love had brought to their flock. His was a name that returned healer did not carry, one unbefit the blood of brine and foam, soft edges and gentle compassion against harsh jagged stone. Honour instead was laid upon stranger who sought strange shores, drawn here as once had been his sire, a sight that may tug upon frozen heartstrings once.
Last was his approach made with the twisted curl of reproach against dark countenance, though who it was directed towards may only be guessed upon. Unnecessary the inclusion of his own voice, already spoken the necessary queries, yet the croaking groan of it decorated the air all the same. "Are you injured." Brief the diversion of attention, upon aunt - odd such known connection for once had she run feral about the land with monstrosities at her heel - did it lay. Silas knew of the policies of Goldenluxury, the treatment of most fair and just, of Roxanne he may guess.