09-13-2020, 10:26 PM
GOTTA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE
THAT MY FRIENDS THEY COME
AND THE LINES THEY GO BY
A broken, rotting mass, picked clean until structures that once rung with the chime life breathed into winding passages offered only frightful groans and settling murmurs, deserted once and now again. For only so long this second period of restless slumber, however, visited upon boards rotten and bloated a quiet tempo, haste missing in the forward momentum drawing once spectre forth, the veil his past had taken sorely missed. Peace all he wished, a moment of freedom from the bolstrous hum, conversations woven together until individual words and voices impossible to distinguish.
Even here, where the world the recluses know drew to an end, such a commodity he may only lay a faulty claim to.
Highly suspect the odd scent that arose among those natural to the hulking structure of wood and stone, brine tainted beneath loam, tantalisingly rich and lacking any hint of the overbearing salt. Brief the moment Toad pondered over the situation, the notion his own approach may be of any worth far from forefront, even when separate entities a mere lowlife he among ragged tally. Snuffed the idea of departure, however, with the rise of voice. Distinct the exhaustion clinging about syllables warmed by the rumbling depths they arose from, honey across clacking gravel, returned narrowed depths to an opening leading further within.
The harm that may arise from his own entrance a minimal thing, word dismissal by those who may staved their own approach after, and thus closer did the smoke hued feline tread. Unprepared he for that which greeted widening vision, beast of legend not shared by overworked lips, among them the eldest only speaking of the hulking beasts alike themselves yet apart set. Golden shimmering mirage that which rest among dull backdrop, plucked from depths of overworked imagination surely. It was their cargo, simple it with construct not unlike that they used for storage, that shattered the illusion.
"You, uh…" Trite the silence that followed stuttered words, attention drifting as teeth dug into lower lip, grounding the dull ache arising from the grind blunt points conducted against cracked flesh. "I ain't leader or nuthin but… Can I ask what are you." Wrong may it have been to be so forward with such query yet it wa some that demanded attention, slight the cant of head, across the dimensions of draconic beast his eyes roving.
Even here, where the world the recluses know drew to an end, such a commodity he may only lay a faulty claim to.
Highly suspect the odd scent that arose among those natural to the hulking structure of wood and stone, brine tainted beneath loam, tantalisingly rich and lacking any hint of the overbearing salt. Brief the moment Toad pondered over the situation, the notion his own approach may be of any worth far from forefront, even when separate entities a mere lowlife he among ragged tally. Snuffed the idea of departure, however, with the rise of voice. Distinct the exhaustion clinging about syllables warmed by the rumbling depths they arose from, honey across clacking gravel, returned narrowed depths to an opening leading further within.
The harm that may arise from his own entrance a minimal thing, word dismissal by those who may staved their own approach after, and thus closer did the smoke hued feline tread. Unprepared he for that which greeted widening vision, beast of legend not shared by overworked lips, among them the eldest only speaking of the hulking beasts alike themselves yet apart set. Golden shimmering mirage that which rest among dull backdrop, plucked from depths of overworked imagination surely. It was their cargo, simple it with construct not unlike that they used for storage, that shattered the illusion.
"You, uh…" Trite the silence that followed stuttered words, attention drifting as teeth dug into lower lip, grounding the dull ache arising from the grind blunt points conducted against cracked flesh. "I ain't leader or nuthin but… Can I ask what are you." Wrong may it have been to be so forward with such query yet it wa some that demanded attention, slight the cant of head, across the dimensions of draconic beast his eyes roving.
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