10-22-2020, 06:34 PM
To speak aloud the name of the devil was to invite such unwelcome presence. Best may it have been sealed had been lips on occasion such as this, an inviting beacon the quiet call, be it aloft on only a hushed whisper, though only for so long may child be dissuaded.
Lonesome had grown the underground hollow designated for caretakers and their charges as time wore on, from their rank taken many until only three lingered behind. Yet too soon would he be entirely devoid of company, such the woes of youth. From observation had he been rather quick to slip as boredom arose in a dark, roiling cloud above tiny head, dour a mood once bright, supposedly ceaseless energy depleted as he walked without destination. Closer the hold that had been placed around him, issue both his habitual escape attempts and further skill growth had allowed him to hone, allowed, at least, his usual treks along the shoreline.
During one such his momentum came to a halt and confusion twisted gentle visage, illuminated after a moment as mouth stretched, a grin worn so long after the last had been shed. A streak of ivory and silver the child that propelled himself forward with as much haste as he could achieve, stolen his laughter as he launched himself forward. Poor his aim, however, and where his destination seemed the gathered leaves between each sandman he collided with the base of one, left dazed as it trembled briefly.
Head arose, alike paw that rubbed at where contact had been made, hushed his voice as he uttered a few strained word. "Dumb sand." At the least the integrate of the construct was secure, settling after a time as Foam dragged himself back from it, more careful now as he slid into the gathered leaves. Upwards thrust his nose before a throat paint ivory grew visible, a tiny head all that may be seen from a side of the amassed vegetation.
[table][tr][td]Lonesome had grown the underground hollow designated for caretakers and their charges as time wore on, from their rank taken many until only three lingered behind. Yet too soon would he be entirely devoid of company, such the woes of youth. From observation had he been rather quick to slip as boredom arose in a dark, roiling cloud above tiny head, dour a mood once bright, supposedly ceaseless energy depleted as he walked without destination. Closer the hold that had been placed around him, issue both his habitual escape attempts and further skill growth had allowed him to hone, allowed, at least, his usual treks along the shoreline.
During one such his momentum came to a halt and confusion twisted gentle visage, illuminated after a moment as mouth stretched, a grin worn so long after the last had been shed. A streak of ivory and silver the child that propelled himself forward with as much haste as he could achieve, stolen his laughter as he launched himself forward. Poor his aim, however, and where his destination seemed the gathered leaves between each sandman he collided with the base of one, left dazed as it trembled briefly.
Head arose, alike paw that rubbed at where contact had been made, hushed his voice as he uttered a few strained word. "Dumb sand." At the least the integrate of the construct was secure, settling after a time as Foam dragged himself back from it, more careful now as he slid into the gathered leaves. Upwards thrust his nose before a throat paint ivory grew visible, a tiny head all that may be seen from a side of the amassed vegetation.
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I think I’m not quite ready to let you circle the drain. all the things we’ve broken can be puzzled together again, all your sums and your pieces are enough to clean up all the messes you’ve made
code by Wisker