09-13-2020, 08:28 PM
GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE
THAT MY FRIENDS THEY COME
AND THE LINES THEY GO BY
Rhinestonestar.
Before had evidence piled, the notion within a tentative, careful hold did the one he had deemed brother with an interwoven mess of love and hate was one that had come to pass, all the same ignorant had he been. Simple rumour, wishful thinking, possibly even claim upon a title he did not hold simply to garner more attention and power.
It was all true, each wretched little piece of information he had desperately ignored.
Long ago had he thought jaded his consciousness, unfettered and spoiled by the experiences he had gone through where once the domineering force had stood tall above them all. Yet he had been naive in such believe, the last vestiges crumbling as the words had rung through his skull. Redpond was gone. Others, always more reduced to nothing more than sinew and bone, burial never allowed for swallowed in the frothing waves had they been. Resolute on denial, making mockery of the words the leader spoke with an air he was unfit to carry, dignified yet broken, a man succumbing to that which plagued Toad alike.
Slow the steps which drew him forth, not apart of the rabble though among them had he a place, felt the raking gaze that settled, disgust and hope, surprise and hatred, differing each response as realisation settled. Apart did he halt, irritation announced in irregular flick, plumed tail shifting over wood and debris, all else still. Not his place. He knew this now, ostracised from home and residence he was a mere spectre within, dark ghost tired in his growing age. Yet Toad lingered, watched with hopeful eyes the entrance, ears strained for any response.
Before had evidence piled, the notion within a tentative, careful hold did the one he had deemed brother with an interwoven mess of love and hate was one that had come to pass, all the same ignorant had he been. Simple rumour, wishful thinking, possibly even claim upon a title he did not hold simply to garner more attention and power.
It was all true, each wretched little piece of information he had desperately ignored.
Long ago had he thought jaded his consciousness, unfettered and spoiled by the experiences he had gone through where once the domineering force had stood tall above them all. Yet he had been naive in such believe, the last vestiges crumbling as the words had rung through his skull. Redpond was gone. Others, always more reduced to nothing more than sinew and bone, burial never allowed for swallowed in the frothing waves had they been. Resolute on denial, making mockery of the words the leader spoke with an air he was unfit to carry, dignified yet broken, a man succumbing to that which plagued Toad alike.
Slow the steps which drew him forth, not apart of the rabble though among them had he a place, felt the raking gaze that settled, disgust and hope, surprise and hatred, differing each response as realisation settled. Apart did he halt, irritation announced in irregular flick, plumed tail shifting over wood and debris, all else still. Not his place. He knew this now, ostracised from home and residence he was a mere spectre within, dark ghost tired in his growing age. Yet Toad lingered, watched with hopeful eyes the entrance, ears strained for any response.
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