07-20-2020, 09:31 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]But one facet of life one situated upon shores ruled over by thunder waves the time of storms, infrequent the devastation, a harsh bluff upon which it may break with hopeless abandon. Behind them many, a fragment of their past that marched alongside them forth into unforgiving future, understood the inexplicable danger behind times passage. Yet a mere child the one that coiled within a loose assemblance of plucked leaves, seaweed, and feathers, pliable and soft the mind that wandered, gentle the touch over prior instances. Dull the exhaustion laden conversation that painted the still air, apparent the dwindling efforts to chase away the uncertainty of what lay before them.
All prior they had survived, if upon the other side had they arisen with worsening wear, of a magnitude the hurricane none had been prepared for. Against the tip of his tongue harsh comments lay, arising dark head as though anything he may speak bore weight as his heart laid claim to, halt of such framed in the widening of lightly toned eyes. He knew the voice, how it rolled over the sands and demanded a respect befit position, yet warmth had peppered the tone. Known this shift, how it arose in volume he was unfit to carry, bore upon trembling edges a power he may not claim.
Spectre trailing behind uncertain peers, abandoned the prior tasks of repair in favour of regarding the crimson silhouette. About pale lips did linger the twisting curl of a grimace, averted his vision as on spoke the interloper. Indeed befitting his claim of the placement, of them the eldest and of most experience. Yet unbidden arose the words upon sharp tongue, an angered squeak more than anything, heavy the plant of dark paws into the loose grains. "And what if I don't want to follow some pompous ass that decided he gets to lead cause he is some old clam."
All prior they had survived, if upon the other side had they arisen with worsening wear, of a magnitude the hurricane none had been prepared for. Against the tip of his tongue harsh comments lay, arising dark head as though anything he may speak bore weight as his heart laid claim to, halt of such framed in the widening of lightly toned eyes. He knew the voice, how it rolled over the sands and demanded a respect befit position, yet warmth had peppered the tone. Known this shift, how it arose in volume he was unfit to carry, bore upon trembling edges a power he may not claim.
Spectre trailing behind uncertain peers, abandoned the prior tasks of repair in favour of regarding the crimson silhouette. About pale lips did linger the twisting curl of a grimace, averted his vision as on spoke the interloper. Indeed befitting his claim of the placement, of them the eldest and of most experience. Yet unbidden arose the words upon sharp tongue, an angered squeak more than anything, heavy the plant of dark paws into the loose grains. "And what if I don't want to follow some pompous ass that decided he gets to lead cause he is some old clam."