07-21-2020, 02:43 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A creature of base desire, selfish beneath the fine veil of falsified comradery. Had been he within a better place, mind open and willing, malleable compared to the gathered layer of continuing built upon scar tissue over dwindling soul, a mere facet may such have been. Yet he was not, held against his aching chest the tattered memories, allowed the rot to fester until he seemed crafted from decay. Or it may simply of been his draw within life, between shaking fingers clutched the short stick even as he reached for another.
Pitiable fool. To such did he spit in the face, however, unwelcome the concern and quiet condolences, those his brother shouldered with the simple flourish of gratitude. Two sides of the same coin, at odds and opposed for their ideals, the manner within which their lives were conducted, yet together brought for no other carried their blood.
Against the sand did the opaque crescents of exposed claws drag, the once mess of poorly structured swirls parting beneath. Solitude had Coconutpaw sought along the empty shoreline, the quiet hush of ocean intermingling with the hollow keen of gentle breeze. Peace seemed a far off notion, a dream he sought yet slip between his fingers as though it were just more grains of sand. Wiped clean his previous marks carved into the sand, abandoned the futile attempts to quell his rising rage.
"Someone… fight me or something, just hit me, I don't care." The words fell from the slow withdraw of dark lips, his rise marked by slow, sloppy circles he paced, uncaring of the one who may answer simply wanting the mindless joy of battle.
Pitiable fool. To such did he spit in the face, however, unwelcome the concern and quiet condolences, those his brother shouldered with the simple flourish of gratitude. Two sides of the same coin, at odds and opposed for their ideals, the manner within which their lives were conducted, yet together brought for no other carried their blood.
Against the sand did the opaque crescents of exposed claws drag, the once mess of poorly structured swirls parting beneath. Solitude had Coconutpaw sought along the empty shoreline, the quiet hush of ocean intermingling with the hollow keen of gentle breeze. Peace seemed a far off notion, a dream he sought yet slip between his fingers as though it were just more grains of sand. Wiped clean his previous marks carved into the sand, abandoned the futile attempts to quell his rising rage.
"Someone… fight me or something, just hit me, I don't care." The words fell from the slow withdraw of dark lips, his rise marked by slow, sloppy circles he paced, uncaring of the one who may answer simply wanting the mindless joy of battle.