09-19-2020, 06:21 AM
THE MAELSTROM
Here you are and you’re all you wished to be
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; one month ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
Home is a place the head may find reprieve from the budding exhaustion of waning day.
Loose and poor such impersonal comment, notion thin in veil of lacklustre comfort. Warmth about first hearth, among sparking coals aflame in tempered heat rising in lazy tongues of fire, burned upon tender core, close held until dwindling breath may escape. Cruel imperfection parading in vein mockery all else, comparison only allowing pale vision of that taken.
Let go. The voices a clamour, ceaseless indifference, beating harmony seeking only the space such removal may offer them. A matter only of parting fingers tucked to palm, allowing recall to fade, sands of time unkind in the manner they pluck and unwind delicately made strings. Yet what of the frost, how it clings and bites, dances along frigid flesh. Base that known, a notion of home crafted and tended even as the sweetness of milk leaves mouth awash in first taste.
Matched pair they, jokers in the deck pilfered for purpose they were excluded from for reason mind may not grasp, home taken until fleeting notion is all that may be held in quiet reverence. Yet better his situation, one bearing only the perspective of an outsider putting forth idea with relative ease, dull and few the twisted, broken memories expanding mind gently touched upon in fleeting instances. Worse was it, however, adrift in sea unfamiliar without that stranger bearing autumn hues may derive comfort from beneath the taint of her misery, misplaced upon forgein shores as they both were.
Shade not of ebony hue but that of silver and ivory trailed steps grown quick upon discovery, swallowed voice behind growing knot tightening throat. There was nought that may pass parting lips, though the wish lay against his tongue, further pushed back as paws skidded along dry grains. Harsh each cough, the rake paws made against exposed tongue, trying to rid it of clinging grain but only adding more to the tally. Finally, as each futile sweep only worsened the issue, abandoned the task for a hasty approach.
Lost words both spoke, though the barrier present was a gulf uncrossable as clumsy the tongue housed in pale cranium, even if now it hang from between teeth, base the grasp held even on the more common language present on Palmclan shores. There was nothing but the expression worn, how features grew heavy beneath repressed sorrow, confusion laid overtop obscured beneath gathering tears. Closer did Foam drew until about the forelegs of the caracal may he wind, weaving between all the while emitted a high, squeaky purr.
"Fren." Brief halt of movement as he spoke the broken word, up to other offered a grin lop-sided yet warm, continued his movement as he rubbed along her fine coat, a minor comfort all he may offer.
Loose and poor such impersonal comment, notion thin in veil of lacklustre comfort. Warmth about first hearth, among sparking coals aflame in tempered heat rising in lazy tongues of fire, burned upon tender core, close held until dwindling breath may escape. Cruel imperfection parading in vein mockery all else, comparison only allowing pale vision of that taken.
Let go. The voices a clamour, ceaseless indifference, beating harmony seeking only the space such removal may offer them. A matter only of parting fingers tucked to palm, allowing recall to fade, sands of time unkind in the manner they pluck and unwind delicately made strings. Yet what of the frost, how it clings and bites, dances along frigid flesh. Base that known, a notion of home crafted and tended even as the sweetness of milk leaves mouth awash in first taste.
Matched pair they, jokers in the deck pilfered for purpose they were excluded from for reason mind may not grasp, home taken until fleeting notion is all that may be held in quiet reverence. Yet better his situation, one bearing only the perspective of an outsider putting forth idea with relative ease, dull and few the twisted, broken memories expanding mind gently touched upon in fleeting instances. Worse was it, however, adrift in sea unfamiliar without that stranger bearing autumn hues may derive comfort from beneath the taint of her misery, misplaced upon forgein shores as they both were.
Shade not of ebony hue but that of silver and ivory trailed steps grown quick upon discovery, swallowed voice behind growing knot tightening throat. There was nought that may pass parting lips, though the wish lay against his tongue, further pushed back as paws skidded along dry grains. Harsh each cough, the rake paws made against exposed tongue, trying to rid it of clinging grain but only adding more to the tally. Finally, as each futile sweep only worsened the issue, abandoned the task for a hasty approach.
Lost words both spoke, though the barrier present was a gulf uncrossable as clumsy the tongue housed in pale cranium, even if now it hang from between teeth, base the grasp held even on the more common language present on Palmclan shores. There was nothing but the expression worn, how features grew heavy beneath repressed sorrow, confusion laid overtop obscured beneath gathering tears. Closer did Foam drew until about the forelegs of the caracal may he wind, weaving between all the while emitted a high, squeaky purr.
"Fren." Brief halt of movement as he spoke the broken word, up to other offered a grin lop-sided yet warm, continued his movement as he rubbed along her fine coat, a minor comfort all he may offer.
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