09-06-2020, 06:32 AM
THE BAREKNUCKLE BRAWLER
I don't wanna be ignored
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( coyote ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
When I'm a gun in a fistfight[/SIZE]
It is a poor idea to make a deal with the devil.
Difficult to attribute such title when the one brought forth into questioning was a child, a picture of innocence and nativity hued in a shade of rose, at least when an unknown is he drawn forth before the jury. Raucous the noise produced by traversal about the well mapped confinements the hut boasted, that which had acted both as place of beginning and harbour offering safety, mess left in wake. When was there moment when such was not the case. Possibly it had come to pass such instant was a dwindling desire, each breathless little snicker arising on strained exhale enough to make apparent such.
Within comparison to that laid out across floor of his own space paled the mess he departed, the clatter overlaid by a hushed stream of garbled words all his own. Long the moments stretched to overbearing limits, his own voice arising with each second that trickles past without his sought prize, wild the flying trajectory as items were thrown through the open door. A place now clear beneath the bed did chimera dive, squirming about in the minimal space, a halo of dust crowning dual toned cranium as otherside permitted exit.
"Come on, where is it." Frantic grew his erratic movements, some hasty semblance of organisation coming into play as he grew further depeserate. "Finally!" Joy painted the yip that devolving into a dry, senseless chuckle, swept up the items he had been desperate in finding.
Open left the door as he made his departure, by no means the first but this occasion was one where attention was sought with feverish intent, dropped upon the sand a stack of cups in which a ball sat. Pulling said sphere out from its resting place he set up the cups, beneath the central one depositing the rubber ball. Atop two of them did Butch brace his paws, behind wildly wagging the ragged plume of his tail as he tried to draw the attention of any in close proximity. "Oi! Come play ah game! Come on, ya yella belly cowards."
Difficult to attribute such title when the one brought forth into questioning was a child, a picture of innocence and nativity hued in a shade of rose, at least when an unknown is he drawn forth before the jury. Raucous the noise produced by traversal about the well mapped confinements the hut boasted, that which had acted both as place of beginning and harbour offering safety, mess left in wake. When was there moment when such was not the case. Possibly it had come to pass such instant was a dwindling desire, each breathless little snicker arising on strained exhale enough to make apparent such.
Within comparison to that laid out across floor of his own space paled the mess he departed, the clatter overlaid by a hushed stream of garbled words all his own. Long the moments stretched to overbearing limits, his own voice arising with each second that trickles past without his sought prize, wild the flying trajectory as items were thrown through the open door. A place now clear beneath the bed did chimera dive, squirming about in the minimal space, a halo of dust crowning dual toned cranium as otherside permitted exit.
"Come on, where is it." Frantic grew his erratic movements, some hasty semblance of organisation coming into play as he grew further depeserate. "Finally!" Joy painted the yip that devolving into a dry, senseless chuckle, swept up the items he had been desperate in finding.
Open left the door as he made his departure, by no means the first but this occasion was one where attention was sought with feverish intent, dropped upon the sand a stack of cups in which a ball sat. Pulling said sphere out from its resting place he set up the cups, beneath the central one depositing the rubber ball. Atop two of them did Butch brace his paws, behind wildly wagging the ragged plume of his tail as he tried to draw the attention of any in close proximity. "Oi! Come play ah game! Come on, ya yella belly cowards."
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