11-22-2020, 09:29 AM
Fate.
Red twine woven about miniscule fingers, free of knowledge, grasping at concepts basic as awoken mind in trickle of first moments.
Destiny.
Suspended grains caught in glass prison, trickling through a created bottleneck.
Predestination.
Numerous the titles attributed to singular concept wound about the idea one lacked personal choice, upon the whim of another enacted preplanned steps. Amusement some deemed it, a force above in the winking light of untouchable celestial bodies playing a mere game of chess, each unique, damned life another piece moved at their discretion.
Ouroboros.
Upon itself the snake entwined, consumed in same breath as it lived, perpetual state between life and death. Such they were left to, birth and passing at opposite ends, joined for one without the other may not exist. Natural it was deemed, the cycle life must enact, a fractured, cruel process inescapable no matter the desire that arose in final seconds.
The predator and the prey.
Routine, simplistic the bare bones nature it had acquired over the weeks that bypassed with a small amount of fanfare, ignorance a blissful but clueless state he clung to. Expected, as always, no break permitted in actions repeated, a mere stage he acted upon. Thespian had he become by surviving, worn the grinning visage of forged comedy on the truth of tragedy that rendered heart stone. Easier to pretend than ever it was to allow the mask to slip, even as fine the cracks that splintered, a weight tender child may only bear for so long.
Forth limbs stretched from beneath accumulated weight, gathered numerous blankets and scraps of fabric, warmth of other welcome as soft cream strands were dug into. Moment of respite, peace in which shuddering breath may be released, hushed occupants filling the subterranean hollow. In comparison to those beyond meagre his time among their populace, a child to them even as the moniker grew restrictive and he wished it removed, among them, however, he was different. Far from eldest he was the longest present, a beacon in eyes his own, as his father was to the clan as a whole. Delusion such thought, one he kept close, however, even as stilled his tongue.
Roused his caretaker as the peace was broken, while soft the low tone it beckoned those who may assist, stilled paws that held fast, wished her presence to linger. Yet known was the fact she, among those others who watched over the youth, was most capable, unnecessary her constant watch even as dual hearts ached to stay. Rasp of tongue settled between down turned ears, murmured words lost on ears that rang with a faint buzz. They were words he knew, even lacking the ability to understand each she murmured against his forehead, agreed to with a tense nod.
After did he stumble, numb paws awoken with the prickling touch of pins and needles, a static pulse that slowed but did not dissuade. Caged behind closed jaws a call that fizzled out with the loss of her, vision striped bare, pale the illumination that seeped through dense cloud cover that obscured the belly of the sky. Placement familiar, taken without fuss, the edge between sand and snow indented with prior days well behind. Slow the manner time passed by, fitful the slump, body protesting the lack of proper rest and care, aside the notion of seeking assistance pushed.
Downfall may such be, the fire that burned ever brightly in stomach that churned about empty space seeking to be filled, proud even now. Sodden the paw that rose, chilled in manner that caused brief withdraw once contact was made, adjustment made and eyes rubbed at. Worsened his own sickness, different from that which plagued supposed father, ignored as was his. To show the other he was strong, proven his worth and dedication, the aching flames that tormented taunt muscle may be endured for that.
What are we without family.
A lonesome ghost without purpose, surviving without living, feasting on the scraps that may be stolen or won. He knew the lack of it, how warmth and affection may be stolen within the dead of night, the midnight hour arising with a silenced clamour, found once more upon shores licked by foam laced waves. Foam. New the identity given, carved from stone worn beneath those beating waves, child once lost newly found. Yet, again may he taste that sorrow how it welled in an acidic film over tongue, salt and copper together mingling, at peace in his ignorance.
Light the doze in which he had fallen, propped against the outer rim of nursery entrance, tired even as his activity ontl extended to moving to his current placement. Harsh the break, forced once more into the conscious world, cruel the reality awaiting. Echoing notes, the pleased song of a predator that has been satiated during hunt, proven victor over lacking prey. Stilled prior action staged in sandy hollow, a divet in the earth protected from the elements that bore aloft spiralling ivory flakes, yet not from the lupine beast that sung with a dwindling voice.
Upwards chin shifting, observed the slow beginning of prior activity, nervous energy new to stilted movement, cast towards edge beyond vision frightful glances. To where they looked did Foam likewise cast his gaze, shuffling away from the nursery in full, yet the emerald canopy of needle lined branches all he may see from current vantage point. Rising among static interrupted thought the notion of closing distance, traversing edge to permit basic gathering of external clues as to what may awaken such shortly lived fear. Aside the notion placed, however, averted such path by vision that caught his own, knowing the ways his thoughts wove about mystery, too much already plaguing heavy mind.
Blood on upturned soil. Nothing left, evidence apparent only in the smeared crimson and divets left in wake of forced departure, dragged until scoured the earth. His throat grown hoarse, the tears spilling until there was nothing left, warmth enveloping and calming as best it may.
Spine traced with a brief shudder, motion conducting approach not to the forest unknowingly had the one he sought slipped into with a wish to fulfil duty he had done so tenfold with each day that had passed, into the hollow he resided within alone the child peering. Shallow darkness pooled in the crevice and within he walked, enveloped in the tang of brine, the cloying heat and harsh note of sickness that lingered, beneath all something uniquely Rhine which quelled sparking nerves. No further may he venture, even as the desire wound about paws that slide along in dragging steps, over should briefly glancing before taken his place by opening.
Full investigation need not be staged, known his presence was lacking deeper within even as it was sought with fervour, stirred the grains near to head that lay between outstretched legs by a sigh. Early had he risen, before many, a man set upon a path even as it wound ever closer to the singular destination of his untimely end. He may not fault the other, bore no placement that may allow such commentary, even as it arose from a place of worry seemingly cast aside in favour of making light of the ailment that beset Rhine, alike his own actions.
Like father, like son.
They were not such, however, sour grown smile briefly permitted placement across pale lips, downward curl carving a frown where it once pressed. Others bore such title, graced with that which he claimed by only matter of selfish desire, thoughts vocalised during time war called and beckoned him to the battlefield. Fear acted as ignition, words tumbling forth lacking forethought, yet answered, accepted in a way mind has reduced to empty comfort. Over muzzle paws settled, into snow laced grains chin pressed, stifled that particular line of thought. Comfort the notion, even as falsehood seemed to ring true, supposedly deemed unworthy once and with nothing that would not allow reality to mimic the past.
Distraction arrived, once more began commotion though different this, atmosphere lightened by a hope shared in a clamour that voiced queries his mind barely comprehended. Small and diverse those at forefront, lost among the throng that crowded, at odds with one another. Where bright the faux cheer those that had occupied the shallow valley prior the atmosphere grew sullen, darkened beneath a contained sorrow reflected upon carefully neutral expressions. One in particular stepped forth, that they carried eyed by some, reflected a hunger that dwindled while some seemed to realize the situation from the beginning, silence stretching out.
Ruddy the coat sickened by crimson stalled as the heart grew still, obscured the punctures by placement, reverent the one who tended him before voice arose. Strong their call, ringing in quiet that swelled and broke with vicious clamour, demanding answers some, others more focused on what was to come next.
Prospects that lay upon darkened horizon, even the grief that weighed on shoulders burdened by that dominated the attention of on lookers new to those already assembled, split their number by a fury that raged in rebirthed serpent. Had she heard the murmurs, the speculation of her own claim to that left in wake of sudden departure, a fact aside cast, her focus solely where once they too had looked. Sole focal point had she become, the hybrid graced with the title of a monster scorned for what another had done to her, as was this one bearing simmering rage. No reptilian crown graced her, scales reflected the bright light of her flames, however, addressed those that gathered and yet seemed to have lost their tongues.
Had been answer forthcoming stalled it with next, beast adorned in cost not his own, prize claimed and treated as such. Discarded it in movements bearing haste, settling with a weight he shouldered with ease, dwarfed the still body, almost peaceful. Lost his words, how their broke with unrestrained sorrow that welled within eyes obscured by tears, tongue accepting the languages no other may understand. They bore the grief of the masses that parted about them, allowed space where all may be permitted, shunned even in this moment, forgein beasts the seemed to intrude where they bore no place.
Unknown when arisen had the child left on outskirts, it may have been the third time, locked and weak joints giving until sand clogged nose further, falling from shirt strands with each unsure step. Reassurance worked through stilted thought, the possibility wrongfully deemed deceased, weak the smile he bore as he advanced upon bundled corpse.
He was gone. Known this as fact, rejection a cover for that which left heart weeping, quickened as each heavy breath bypassed clenched teeth, threat of his own tears arising, quelled only by hope.
"Come on, gotta get up." Hushed words spoken as paws moved forth, nudged the cloaked figure. Warmth felt, ears swivelling forward with the supposed surety he was correct, unfounded as the residual body heat of Vaas allowed the cloak the residue heat he framed as a sign of life. "He isn't dead, he promised he'd be okay."
False those bitter-sweet words that adorned tongue held between his teeth, into the muscle dug as though the pain which flared across porous surface may awaken. A nightmare. Few those he experienced, this but one of those few, a new strike to add to the tally. More often than one may care to admit life grows cruel, callous to pleas that bubbled in closed throat, tears finally trickling along cheeks, following jawline that quivered. There was to be no coherent words, begun low the quiet sound, voiceless as it arose in volume, a scream that broke with irregular sobs and devolved into a fit of coughing. Again had he lost those he loved, asunder torn heart that seemed still in breast encased in liquid fire, seeking air he could only take in with tiny gulps.
[table][tr][td]Red twine woven about miniscule fingers, free of knowledge, grasping at concepts basic as awoken mind in trickle of first moments.
Destiny.
Suspended grains caught in glass prison, trickling through a created bottleneck.
Predestination.
Numerous the titles attributed to singular concept wound about the idea one lacked personal choice, upon the whim of another enacted preplanned steps. Amusement some deemed it, a force above in the winking light of untouchable celestial bodies playing a mere game of chess, each unique, damned life another piece moved at their discretion.
Ouroboros.
Upon itself the snake entwined, consumed in same breath as it lived, perpetual state between life and death. Such they were left to, birth and passing at opposite ends, joined for one without the other may not exist. Natural it was deemed, the cycle life must enact, a fractured, cruel process inescapable no matter the desire that arose in final seconds.
The predator and the prey.
Routine, simplistic the bare bones nature it had acquired over the weeks that bypassed with a small amount of fanfare, ignorance a blissful but clueless state he clung to. Expected, as always, no break permitted in actions repeated, a mere stage he acted upon. Thespian had he become by surviving, worn the grinning visage of forged comedy on the truth of tragedy that rendered heart stone. Easier to pretend than ever it was to allow the mask to slip, even as fine the cracks that splintered, a weight tender child may only bear for so long.
Forth limbs stretched from beneath accumulated weight, gathered numerous blankets and scraps of fabric, warmth of other welcome as soft cream strands were dug into. Moment of respite, peace in which shuddering breath may be released, hushed occupants filling the subterranean hollow. In comparison to those beyond meagre his time among their populace, a child to them even as the moniker grew restrictive and he wished it removed, among them, however, he was different. Far from eldest he was the longest present, a beacon in eyes his own, as his father was to the clan as a whole. Delusion such thought, one he kept close, however, even as stilled his tongue.
Roused his caretaker as the peace was broken, while soft the low tone it beckoned those who may assist, stilled paws that held fast, wished her presence to linger. Yet known was the fact she, among those others who watched over the youth, was most capable, unnecessary her constant watch even as dual hearts ached to stay. Rasp of tongue settled between down turned ears, murmured words lost on ears that rang with a faint buzz. They were words he knew, even lacking the ability to understand each she murmured against his forehead, agreed to with a tense nod.
After did he stumble, numb paws awoken with the prickling touch of pins and needles, a static pulse that slowed but did not dissuade. Caged behind closed jaws a call that fizzled out with the loss of her, vision striped bare, pale the illumination that seeped through dense cloud cover that obscured the belly of the sky. Placement familiar, taken without fuss, the edge between sand and snow indented with prior days well behind. Slow the manner time passed by, fitful the slump, body protesting the lack of proper rest and care, aside the notion of seeking assistance pushed.
Downfall may such be, the fire that burned ever brightly in stomach that churned about empty space seeking to be filled, proud even now. Sodden the paw that rose, chilled in manner that caused brief withdraw once contact was made, adjustment made and eyes rubbed at. Worsened his own sickness, different from that which plagued supposed father, ignored as was his. To show the other he was strong, proven his worth and dedication, the aching flames that tormented taunt muscle may be endured for that.
What are we without family.
A lonesome ghost without purpose, surviving without living, feasting on the scraps that may be stolen or won. He knew the lack of it, how warmth and affection may be stolen within the dead of night, the midnight hour arising with a silenced clamour, found once more upon shores licked by foam laced waves. Foam. New the identity given, carved from stone worn beneath those beating waves, child once lost newly found. Yet, again may he taste that sorrow how it welled in an acidic film over tongue, salt and copper together mingling, at peace in his ignorance.
Light the doze in which he had fallen, propped against the outer rim of nursery entrance, tired even as his activity ontl extended to moving to his current placement. Harsh the break, forced once more into the conscious world, cruel the reality awaiting. Echoing notes, the pleased song of a predator that has been satiated during hunt, proven victor over lacking prey. Stilled prior action staged in sandy hollow, a divet in the earth protected from the elements that bore aloft spiralling ivory flakes, yet not from the lupine beast that sung with a dwindling voice.
Upwards chin shifting, observed the slow beginning of prior activity, nervous energy new to stilted movement, cast towards edge beyond vision frightful glances. To where they looked did Foam likewise cast his gaze, shuffling away from the nursery in full, yet the emerald canopy of needle lined branches all he may see from current vantage point. Rising among static interrupted thought the notion of closing distance, traversing edge to permit basic gathering of external clues as to what may awaken such shortly lived fear. Aside the notion placed, however, averted such path by vision that caught his own, knowing the ways his thoughts wove about mystery, too much already plaguing heavy mind.
Blood on upturned soil. Nothing left, evidence apparent only in the smeared crimson and divets left in wake of forced departure, dragged until scoured the earth. His throat grown hoarse, the tears spilling until there was nothing left, warmth enveloping and calming as best it may.
Spine traced with a brief shudder, motion conducting approach not to the forest unknowingly had the one he sought slipped into with a wish to fulfil duty he had done so tenfold with each day that had passed, into the hollow he resided within alone the child peering. Shallow darkness pooled in the crevice and within he walked, enveloped in the tang of brine, the cloying heat and harsh note of sickness that lingered, beneath all something uniquely Rhine which quelled sparking nerves. No further may he venture, even as the desire wound about paws that slide along in dragging steps, over should briefly glancing before taken his place by opening.
Full investigation need not be staged, known his presence was lacking deeper within even as it was sought with fervour, stirred the grains near to head that lay between outstretched legs by a sigh. Early had he risen, before many, a man set upon a path even as it wound ever closer to the singular destination of his untimely end. He may not fault the other, bore no placement that may allow such commentary, even as it arose from a place of worry seemingly cast aside in favour of making light of the ailment that beset Rhine, alike his own actions.
Like father, like son.
They were not such, however, sour grown smile briefly permitted placement across pale lips, downward curl carving a frown where it once pressed. Others bore such title, graced with that which he claimed by only matter of selfish desire, thoughts vocalised during time war called and beckoned him to the battlefield. Fear acted as ignition, words tumbling forth lacking forethought, yet answered, accepted in a way mind has reduced to empty comfort. Over muzzle paws settled, into snow laced grains chin pressed, stifled that particular line of thought. Comfort the notion, even as falsehood seemed to ring true, supposedly deemed unworthy once and with nothing that would not allow reality to mimic the past.
Distraction arrived, once more began commotion though different this, atmosphere lightened by a hope shared in a clamour that voiced queries his mind barely comprehended. Small and diverse those at forefront, lost among the throng that crowded, at odds with one another. Where bright the faux cheer those that had occupied the shallow valley prior the atmosphere grew sullen, darkened beneath a contained sorrow reflected upon carefully neutral expressions. One in particular stepped forth, that they carried eyed by some, reflected a hunger that dwindled while some seemed to realize the situation from the beginning, silence stretching out.
Ruddy the coat sickened by crimson stalled as the heart grew still, obscured the punctures by placement, reverent the one who tended him before voice arose. Strong their call, ringing in quiet that swelled and broke with vicious clamour, demanding answers some, others more focused on what was to come next.
Prospects that lay upon darkened horizon, even the grief that weighed on shoulders burdened by that dominated the attention of on lookers new to those already assembled, split their number by a fury that raged in rebirthed serpent. Had she heard the murmurs, the speculation of her own claim to that left in wake of sudden departure, a fact aside cast, her focus solely where once they too had looked. Sole focal point had she become, the hybrid graced with the title of a monster scorned for what another had done to her, as was this one bearing simmering rage. No reptilian crown graced her, scales reflected the bright light of her flames, however, addressed those that gathered and yet seemed to have lost their tongues.
Had been answer forthcoming stalled it with next, beast adorned in cost not his own, prize claimed and treated as such. Discarded it in movements bearing haste, settling with a weight he shouldered with ease, dwarfed the still body, almost peaceful. Lost his words, how their broke with unrestrained sorrow that welled within eyes obscured by tears, tongue accepting the languages no other may understand. They bore the grief of the masses that parted about them, allowed space where all may be permitted, shunned even in this moment, forgein beasts the seemed to intrude where they bore no place.
Unknown when arisen had the child left on outskirts, it may have been the third time, locked and weak joints giving until sand clogged nose further, falling from shirt strands with each unsure step. Reassurance worked through stilted thought, the possibility wrongfully deemed deceased, weak the smile he bore as he advanced upon bundled corpse.
He was gone. Known this as fact, rejection a cover for that which left heart weeping, quickened as each heavy breath bypassed clenched teeth, threat of his own tears arising, quelled only by hope.
"Come on, gotta get up." Hushed words spoken as paws moved forth, nudged the cloaked figure. Warmth felt, ears swivelling forward with the supposed surety he was correct, unfounded as the residual body heat of Vaas allowed the cloak the residue heat he framed as a sign of life. "He isn't dead, he promised he'd be okay."
False those bitter-sweet words that adorned tongue held between his teeth, into the muscle dug as though the pain which flared across porous surface may awaken. A nightmare. Few those he experienced, this but one of those few, a new strike to add to the tally. More often than one may care to admit life grows cruel, callous to pleas that bubbled in closed throat, tears finally trickling along cheeks, following jawline that quivered. There was to be no coherent words, begun low the quiet sound, voiceless as it arose in volume, a scream that broke with irregular sobs and devolved into a fit of coughing. Again had he lost those he loved, asunder torn heart that seemed still in breast encased in liquid fire, seeking air he could only take in with tiny gulps.
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when I was only twelve years old, my parents went walking, I hate those wicked words they'd say when they started talking. he was headed for the open road, she turned and slammed the door. learning love ain't easy child, when all you see is war
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