11-09-2020, 08:39 PM
Within the midst of dimly illuminated village, overrun beneath vegetation permitted unrestricted growth, once acting as quiet haven for those ostracised, serpentine monarch had erected a prison. Slowed the progression of time, grown a mere waiting game for opportunity that may permit another chance, dwindling but not gone the hope their imprisonment may end. How much more may they survive, entertainment the blood that soaked the soil for now, but what of when tiresome grew keeping them around.
Such thoughts forgein to mind plagued by doubt, unbefitting for one meant to act in the careless manner a child is freely allowed, relished the final days of his childhood. Yet, unbidden, they arose and lingered across more basic surface level thoughts, spun only as cover in vain hope ignored the current situation. Impossible such and disregarded the notion with a growl reverberating through low breath, attention flicking about the town, sought something that may distract. Restricted his movements in minor ways, for the most part ignored for what may a child lacking proper tutelage do against any of them, unwatched his abandonment of his prior resting place and approach.
Within baskets, both emptied of prior contents and still overfull with plucked berries, eyes turned for a moment before regarded Elsweyr as her work continued unimpeded. Action smooth, practiced or otherwise performed to such a degree she grew confident her skill sufficed, heavy his fall until he lay sprawled before her. Mouth worked, at times stopped as teeth chewed at the flaking skin of lips, hushed the words finally arising.
"I'm sorry…" Better time and place may have been presented had Salvia waited, shards of glass scouring his tongue felt it and thus spoke aloud in hushed murmur. As to what the apology pertained to one may only formulate a guess — for his lacking part in efforts to overthrow their usurper, his status as only a liability, possibly both and more. In a bid to make small this he took up one of the unused berries, with no taste for such vegetation he was at no risk of any issues that may follow consuming it, rather it sat upon his mottled paw as he looked it over.
"What are these?" Stupid may seem the query, Salvia at least knew what berries were as a baseline, but the stark hue that bore no hint of colour drew forth only confusion, turned over the berry as he pondered it. Of course further ignited his desire to learn as the mixture Elsweyr tended was added to, the clay another he had not seen before, though closed his lips where it came to such for the moment. Best simply to await answer for the first before continuing on.
[table][tr][td]Such thoughts forgein to mind plagued by doubt, unbefitting for one meant to act in the careless manner a child is freely allowed, relished the final days of his childhood. Yet, unbidden, they arose and lingered across more basic surface level thoughts, spun only as cover in vain hope ignored the current situation. Impossible such and disregarded the notion with a growl reverberating through low breath, attention flicking about the town, sought something that may distract. Restricted his movements in minor ways, for the most part ignored for what may a child lacking proper tutelage do against any of them, unwatched his abandonment of his prior resting place and approach.
Within baskets, both emptied of prior contents and still overfull with plucked berries, eyes turned for a moment before regarded Elsweyr as her work continued unimpeded. Action smooth, practiced or otherwise performed to such a degree she grew confident her skill sufficed, heavy his fall until he lay sprawled before her. Mouth worked, at times stopped as teeth chewed at the flaking skin of lips, hushed the words finally arising.
"I'm sorry…" Better time and place may have been presented had Salvia waited, shards of glass scouring his tongue felt it and thus spoke aloud in hushed murmur. As to what the apology pertained to one may only formulate a guess — for his lacking part in efforts to overthrow their usurper, his status as only a liability, possibly both and more. In a bid to make small this he took up one of the unused berries, with no taste for such vegetation he was at no risk of any issues that may follow consuming it, rather it sat upon his mottled paw as he looked it over.
"What are these?" Stupid may seem the query, Salvia at least knew what berries were as a baseline, but the stark hue that bore no hint of colour drew forth only confusion, turned over the berry as he pondered it. Of course further ignited his desire to learn as the mixture Elsweyr tended was added to, the clay another he had not seen before, though closed his lips where it came to such for the moment. Best simply to await answer for the first before continuing on.
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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
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