11-11-2020, 06:17 PM
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[align=center]cream paws tread slowly along as water dipped and swayed around them, a small splashing sound punctuating every motion. the clear, warm water here rippled with a soothing green blue, its gentle stream traced by the occasional wayward fish. they carried a purpose. why, then, did he not? his mind felt barren, as minute as his wake along the submerged tracks whose course pushed past the horizon’s line. on and on he walked, his tail trailing behind him.
this must be punishment for something i’ve done. as in life, he practiced little restraint. he treated so many in a poor fashion, thinking solely of his own benefit or comfort. a sentence to an eternity of strolling along, void of another ounce of intelligent life would befit him. those faces and voices he thought he loved may have very well been confused with the gifts they gave him.
in considering this, the shift of the waters around him stilled. the tracks halted and the lulling sounds ceased. his chin came to rest upon his off-white chest - his eyes gazed into the see-through current. though he now knew he held control, it hurt to fathom the relationships he pulled asunder. he failed controlling that chapter in his life.
tears as salt-crusted as the sea he disturbed threatened his vision before he wandered forward anew.
reality made its return once he sighted the yawning archaic gate. there was an end to this sunken road after all. he picked up his pace, the initially soft lapping becoming a brisker warble. among it, paltry signs of his grief dropped and absorbed into the red fur of his face. his paws led him beyond the maritime purgatory, onto the shore, up a sandy hill, and at long last, stopped at the old structure. water clung to his eyes, inciting a wiping on the inside of his right leg. damned emotions. he could do without, but no, it marked his humanity… whatever shred he had left.
sniffling, the cat searched the great aged walls for the reason of their standing there. they could signify a designated area; then again, they could act as a reminder of times long past. the answer became clear as he discovered a bulky bell. ringing it would invite unknown forces, yet, at this point, what had he to lose? his teeth gripped the weathered rope and tugged, waking the artifact from its slumber.
a clarion ring clamored above the soft waves.
this must be punishment for something i’ve done. as in life, he practiced little restraint. he treated so many in a poor fashion, thinking solely of his own benefit or comfort. a sentence to an eternity of strolling along, void of another ounce of intelligent life would befit him. those faces and voices he thought he loved may have very well been confused with the gifts they gave him.
in considering this, the shift of the waters around him stilled. the tracks halted and the lulling sounds ceased. his chin came to rest upon his off-white chest - his eyes gazed into the see-through current. though he now knew he held control, it hurt to fathom the relationships he pulled asunder. he failed controlling that chapter in his life.
tears as salt-crusted as the sea he disturbed threatened his vision before he wandered forward anew.
reality made its return once he sighted the yawning archaic gate. there was an end to this sunken road after all. he picked up his pace, the initially soft lapping becoming a brisker warble. among it, paltry signs of his grief dropped and absorbed into the red fur of his face. his paws led him beyond the maritime purgatory, onto the shore, up a sandy hill, and at long last, stopped at the old structure. water clung to his eyes, inciting a wiping on the inside of his right leg. damned emotions. he could do without, but no, it marked his humanity… whatever shred he had left.
sniffling, the cat searched the great aged walls for the reason of their standing there. they could signify a designated area; then again, they could act as a reminder of times long past. the answer became clear as he discovered a bulky bell. ringing it would invite unknown forces, yet, at this point, what had he to lose? his teeth gripped the weathered rope and tugged, waking the artifact from its slumber.
a clarion ring clamored above the soft waves.
tybalt - male - the typhoon - somali cat - tags
parting in an afternoon, sunshine leaking through leaves