09-13-2020, 09:25 PM
GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE
THAT MY FRIENDS THEY COME
AND THE LINES THEY GO BY
Unwelcome pest, blight upon shores that had seen first breath and rejected each next with stinging pressure. Harsh had grown each inhale, always present overlying brine and salt among rotting boards but beneath had it whittered into a mere hint, decay and rot, the tang of wood bloated beneath moisture, such the mark the boardwalk boasted. Among pale grains claws sunk, shallow the grooves he wore into the worn particles as his momentum drew him to swaying halt. Past brushed the few stragglers, slow progress marked by unforeseen issue, yet light their voices as they pondered over what lay before them.
Nothing.
Bitter the curl adorning dark countenance, drenched within it the short laughter seeping between the clench of his teeth. Vein the hope his welcome may be anything but disheartening, the lost son arriving upon shores he had abandoned for a year with tail tucked between his legs, little lamb bleating for a home he had scorned. No other choice was left for him, however, open now the bridge between shallow valley and the boardwalk, beyond nothing but the unknown he had shied from.
Trudging his faltering steps, apprehension in part due for such yet the heated agony spiralling forth from poorly tended paw further aggrivated the situation. Focus elsewhere the slow downward slope slid beneath the radar, empty air for a brief moment drawing him once more into the present moment. There was no chance his rather graceless fall may be halted before it begun, breath escaping in a strained hiss as grains worked into inflamed flesh, at the level ground of the valleys base left in a heap of sand streaked fur.
"Thanks Starclan, real nice." Muffled the words spoken into the sand, firm the press of his visage into the packed terrain, around briefly lifting the amuse filled laughter of some but others voiced displeasure. At the least none seemed hellbent on his removal, if avoided even to assist in standing once more on legs he dragged beneath his belly, made smaller with the curl of his tail about his body.
Nothing.
Bitter the curl adorning dark countenance, drenched within it the short laughter seeping between the clench of his teeth. Vein the hope his welcome may be anything but disheartening, the lost son arriving upon shores he had abandoned for a year with tail tucked between his legs, little lamb bleating for a home he had scorned. No other choice was left for him, however, open now the bridge between shallow valley and the boardwalk, beyond nothing but the unknown he had shied from.
Trudging his faltering steps, apprehension in part due for such yet the heated agony spiralling forth from poorly tended paw further aggrivated the situation. Focus elsewhere the slow downward slope slid beneath the radar, empty air for a brief moment drawing him once more into the present moment. There was no chance his rather graceless fall may be halted before it begun, breath escaping in a strained hiss as grains worked into inflamed flesh, at the level ground of the valleys base left in a heap of sand streaked fur.
"Thanks Starclan, real nice." Muffled the words spoken into the sand, firm the press of his visage into the packed terrain, around briefly lifting the amuse filled laughter of some but others voiced displeasure. At the least none seemed hellbent on his removal, if avoided even to assist in standing once more on legs he dragged beneath his belly, made smaller with the curl of his tail about his body.
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