07-20-2020, 11:34 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Beneath the veil of past storm change had been wrought upon landscape once familiar, a place of tranquillity and peace, family bound not by the thin rivers of blood but the brine of ocean waves. Nothing may be considered as it had once been, dark the shade that spread along the stretch of gathered grains, base the semblance of casual familiarity sought. Well underway the efforts that sought to repair, replace what had been lost, to the efforts all expected to contribute.
Apparent even as the days wore on that he held no such desire to waste what little energy he had grown capable of gathering, a lost soul out at sea simply allowing the waves to do as it pleased with him. Even as sleep grew to become a rare commodity long the hours he spent within the underground caverns, a network of tunnels and chambers offering brief respite. Yet such inaction grew lonesome, dragged along his chest until it ached with a pulsing heat. Within the mouth of the tunnel he stood for a moment, watched the aimless wandering of youth, the more purposeful strides of remaining warriors, a tentative peace claimed where it was able.
Sick had he grown of it all, about his visage bore the twisted frame of a scowl as his tread grew quick, uncaring of the few that called to him wanting assistance he refused to offer. Solitary his aimless wandering along the shoreline, or, at the least, expected had been such. Interrupted his progress as voices arose, familiar both yet of a tone that drew curiosity. Slowly did the apprentice come to approach, lacking the supposed concern the elder pair conveyed.
"By Starclan! Your so big and cool and and…. Fuck…" Into silence trailed his words, head craned back as he skipped closer, star struck as he looked upon the revived portion of long forgotten history.
Apparent even as the days wore on that he held no such desire to waste what little energy he had grown capable of gathering, a lost soul out at sea simply allowing the waves to do as it pleased with him. Even as sleep grew to become a rare commodity long the hours he spent within the underground caverns, a network of tunnels and chambers offering brief respite. Yet such inaction grew lonesome, dragged along his chest until it ached with a pulsing heat. Within the mouth of the tunnel he stood for a moment, watched the aimless wandering of youth, the more purposeful strides of remaining warriors, a tentative peace claimed where it was able.
Sick had he grown of it all, about his visage bore the twisted frame of a scowl as his tread grew quick, uncaring of the few that called to him wanting assistance he refused to offer. Solitary his aimless wandering along the shoreline, or, at the least, expected had been such. Interrupted his progress as voices arose, familiar both yet of a tone that drew curiosity. Slowly did the apprentice come to approach, lacking the supposed concern the elder pair conveyed.
"By Starclan! Your so big and cool and and…. Fuck…" Into silence trailed his words, head craned back as he skipped closer, star struck as he looked upon the revived portion of long forgotten history.