11-10-2020, 03:55 AM
The confinements present about the overgrown village held nought but silence, a strained intermission one may not readily deem a show of peace nor a truce. Prisoners they within walls once beneath their possession, craven the false king flaunting achievement accomplished through dirty means.
Time once before safe felt the child among those structures woven with thriving vegetation, clinging vines and branches softened beneath moss, delicate buds interspersed throughout dwindling, withering beneath the light chill. Stolen that in a single foul moment, tense now the air, their quiet voices and prying eyes ever present. Alone Salvia, minimal the comfort derived from light that painted the worn cobbles, ignored the world beyond himself. For only so long may such be achieved, the steps too numerous, the chatter nervous though edge of excitement tinged, above all one in particular notable.
Along tip of tongue lingered insults he wished to throw at other, distance enough quelled worry for he was secure in knowledge he may escape. It was not guaranteed, might never be, over confident the child spurned and made low, idea abandoned with a sigh. His resting place was abandoned with ease, parameters of the town left behind as Stryker addressed the masses that crowded about, unwelcome intruders that were complicit in this though they lacked hand in imprisonment. They benefited from land not their own, did not care to assist in taking a stand against the man that spun lies with a silver tongue, enough that for Salvia.
Warmth present within damp swamp land, the humidity striped by the colder temperatures that controlled more open areas, the final vestiges of summer fading. It would take only time for such to fade, the first frost arriving with it, for now enjoyed by youth who had known only the heat. Unstable the ground he tread with growing confidence, along aerial roots moving to keep the mud from his paws, not out of a need to keep clean but more the offense of the wet and grainy texture. Within thoughts was he lost as continued his slow walk, tufted tail swinging slowly behind, enjoyed a moment alone before he must return to the rabble Stryker had brought into their midst.
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[table][tr][td]Time once before safe felt the child among those structures woven with thriving vegetation, clinging vines and branches softened beneath moss, delicate buds interspersed throughout dwindling, withering beneath the light chill. Stolen that in a single foul moment, tense now the air, their quiet voices and prying eyes ever present. Alone Salvia, minimal the comfort derived from light that painted the worn cobbles, ignored the world beyond himself. For only so long may such be achieved, the steps too numerous, the chatter nervous though edge of excitement tinged, above all one in particular notable.
Along tip of tongue lingered insults he wished to throw at other, distance enough quelled worry for he was secure in knowledge he may escape. It was not guaranteed, might never be, over confident the child spurned and made low, idea abandoned with a sigh. His resting place was abandoned with ease, parameters of the town left behind as Stryker addressed the masses that crowded about, unwelcome intruders that were complicit in this though they lacked hand in imprisonment. They benefited from land not their own, did not care to assist in taking a stand against the man that spun lies with a silver tongue, enough that for Salvia.
Warmth present within damp swamp land, the humidity striped by the colder temperatures that controlled more open areas, the final vestiges of summer fading. It would take only time for such to fade, the first frost arriving with it, for now enjoyed by youth who had known only the heat. Unstable the ground he tread with growing confidence, along aerial roots moving to keep the mud from his paws, not out of a need to keep clean but more the offense of the wet and grainy texture. Within thoughts was he lost as continued his slow walk, tufted tail swinging slowly behind, enjoyed a moment alone before he must return to the rabble Stryker had brought into their midst.
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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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