11-05-2020, 07:28 PM
[ pre-take over ]
Stagnant.
Despite the poor circumstances plaguing those settled beyond edges encased within radiation scoured swamp such had grown those caught within, quiet lives settled on the outskirts of perception. Routine forged and kept to, daily occurrences enacted upon basis of muscle memory, existence more than it was life. Accustomed the child slow to rouse from light slumber, impromptu the nap that left him sprawled along porch, suited to such yet so too was he prone to bouts of agitated energy pent up for all too long. Obscured dark eyes beneath hard touch, rubbed each in turn until gentle ache encased them, heavy the lids halving wandering vision.
Few those who occupied the main square of the town, stragglers permitted rest during the dwindling hours of the late afternoon, some preparing for their own work. Abandoned placement, though longing arose to further lounge, whittled away the remaining hours without care, elsewhere attention turning. He knew of the location pertaining to supply sheds, their contents allowing a more varied diet for those capable of such. Yet he cared little for any of it, purpose simple as the cub meandered through the town.
Pillaged one such stash until, upon exit that was rather clumsy and saw Salvia nearly fall as his weight was unbalanced, drag from within a half empty bag of seeds. A waste, he knew this and understood reprimand may be administered when found out, his care for such not there, however, stopping only long enough to close the door behind himself. Once more did he return to the central square of the town, in tow his stolen seeds, heavily settling before a large empty area. With none present to disturb he began to spread the seed with careless abandon, about it spreading until the ground was littered with brown specks.
Now it grew a mere waiting game, extracted a smaller amount of the seed he inspected with some interest. Along the mound tongue ran, drawn in those few clinging and sharp popping arose as he made short work of them, along tawny visage disgust worn clear. Salvia may not be deemed one of the more intelligent, once more into the back deposited those remaining, and to those he spread he turned waiting to see if any birds took the offer. Bait or mere wish to see them, one may only guess to the purpose, gleeful joy drawing a smile as the first landed, unsure as it hopped about before settling in to the supposed meal the lion offered.
[table][tr][td]Stagnant.
Despite the poor circumstances plaguing those settled beyond edges encased within radiation scoured swamp such had grown those caught within, quiet lives settled on the outskirts of perception. Routine forged and kept to, daily occurrences enacted upon basis of muscle memory, existence more than it was life. Accustomed the child slow to rouse from light slumber, impromptu the nap that left him sprawled along porch, suited to such yet so too was he prone to bouts of agitated energy pent up for all too long. Obscured dark eyes beneath hard touch, rubbed each in turn until gentle ache encased them, heavy the lids halving wandering vision.
Few those who occupied the main square of the town, stragglers permitted rest during the dwindling hours of the late afternoon, some preparing for their own work. Abandoned placement, though longing arose to further lounge, whittled away the remaining hours without care, elsewhere attention turning. He knew of the location pertaining to supply sheds, their contents allowing a more varied diet for those capable of such. Yet he cared little for any of it, purpose simple as the cub meandered through the town.
Pillaged one such stash until, upon exit that was rather clumsy and saw Salvia nearly fall as his weight was unbalanced, drag from within a half empty bag of seeds. A waste, he knew this and understood reprimand may be administered when found out, his care for such not there, however, stopping only long enough to close the door behind himself. Once more did he return to the central square of the town, in tow his stolen seeds, heavily settling before a large empty area. With none present to disturb he began to spread the seed with careless abandon, about it spreading until the ground was littered with brown specks.
Now it grew a mere waiting game, extracted a smaller amount of the seed he inspected with some interest. Along the mound tongue ran, drawn in those few clinging and sharp popping arose as he made short work of them, along tawny visage disgust worn clear. Salvia may not be deemed one of the more intelligent, once more into the back deposited those remaining, and to those he spread he turned waiting to see if any birds took the offer. Bait or mere wish to see them, one may only guess to the purpose, gleeful joy drawing a smile as the first landed, unsure as it hopped about before settling in to the supposed meal the lion offered.
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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had
code by Wisker