09-19-2020, 11:42 PM
THE MAELSTROM
Here you are and you’re all you wished to be
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; two months ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( silver tabby ; two months ; palmclan kitten )
You’re alive and you're not alone[/SIZE]
The devil hides within plain sight.
Familiar grown all — the grating presence of clinging grains caught against the delicate skin present between toes, breeze laced with the heavy tang of brine and salt, cacophony the thundering conclusion waves wrought against churned depths, softer that the tide whispered beneath. Distant the fading memories lost among swirling threads of thought, a kaleidoscope bearing shifting hues bleached by bright light, a home that was not meant for him lost. Kindness may have been such, lacking upon young shoulders weight of unknown and discarded possibility, foundation built upon anew when upon shore had he been located.
Why was it his thoughts wandered against those few dregs, gently teased along shifting mirage grown translucent as days progressed and made new memories to bury the old.
Odd the slow manner he tread along shore, a pace dragging ivory hued paws through the gathered grains, low the hang of head. That adorning pale countenance was unbefitting body language, however, exposed small teeth with the curl of lips, a grimace more than the snarl sought. Rather easy the fall, settled into place frown outlined with confusion, lifting the fine strands along spine as his momentum drew to a halt.
Difficult to gauge what had illicited such response, possibly some hint of the other was present in the air, possibly it was his breathing strong than the slight breeze. Numerous the factors that may contribute to the reasoning behind the tilt of chin, inquisitive the wide green eyes that settled upon stranger. In position of rest smaller seemed he, at least to a minimal degree, all the same a giant towering above the canid. With distance between still would Foam call to the other, a vocalisation just sound for tongue tied was he in the presence of the silent creature, rather poor the severe frown he forced himself to wear.
Familiar grown all — the grating presence of clinging grains caught against the delicate skin present between toes, breeze laced with the heavy tang of brine and salt, cacophony the thundering conclusion waves wrought against churned depths, softer that the tide whispered beneath. Distant the fading memories lost among swirling threads of thought, a kaleidoscope bearing shifting hues bleached by bright light, a home that was not meant for him lost. Kindness may have been such, lacking upon young shoulders weight of unknown and discarded possibility, foundation built upon anew when upon shore had he been located.
Why was it his thoughts wandered against those few dregs, gently teased along shifting mirage grown translucent as days progressed and made new memories to bury the old.
Odd the slow manner he tread along shore, a pace dragging ivory hued paws through the gathered grains, low the hang of head. That adorning pale countenance was unbefitting body language, however, exposed small teeth with the curl of lips, a grimace more than the snarl sought. Rather easy the fall, settled into place frown outlined with confusion, lifting the fine strands along spine as his momentum drew to a halt.
Difficult to gauge what had illicited such response, possibly some hint of the other was present in the air, possibly it was his breathing strong than the slight breeze. Numerous the factors that may contribute to the reasoning behind the tilt of chin, inquisitive the wide green eyes that settled upon stranger. In position of rest smaller seemed he, at least to a minimal degree, all the same a giant towering above the canid. With distance between still would Foam call to the other, a vocalisation just sound for tongue tied was he in the presence of the silent creature, rather poor the severe frown he forced himself to wear.
code by Reggan