11-24-2020, 08:41 PM
Beneath the tightly woven mass of vegetation crowning towering trees minimal the glimpses he caught of open sky, a mosaic of gentle oranges and pinks, edges tinged in fading purple. Bright had been it when covering had reduced the illumination to flickering specks among dense shade, even the pale blue obscured by wisp of cloud, time supposedly quickened without knowledge. Gentle the hum that graced lips pressed into a hard line, singular ear flicking as attention turned, other weighed down by bone carved adornment. Familiar it, a comfort as was the lines painted along shallow cheeks, adorned forehead and about eyes, smooth and sharp each, worn beneath travel.
His culture. His home, that left in wake that grew even as it faded. Accustomed was Khajhad to travel, the land traversed as migratory prey followed the unpredictable patterns seasons wrought against the land in search of sustained sources of nutrients and water. To the whims of weather were they subject, the prodding passage of those departing beasts the ones following behind, a natural cycle he had been raised within and grew comfort with.
Similar this, if roles felt odd, fit strangely against thoughts that bore a need for a framework he may understand . No labouring prey was he following alongside his tribe, blood his own he trailed as the lunar cycle since her departure concluded. He knew little of the delicate tug that called to wayward soul, pulled from them though never Cipactli, ever prying those eyes settled on those beneath savage protection. Reasoning his own for journey that saw him traverse aerial roots, the sodden soil mistrusted for his unfamiliarity with such terrain, peered at each trunk. Against dark bark carved lines, age apparent in how sap had dried at the edges, discarded from thought as another was located.
Momentum halting, smooth the transition, stance shifting until pale fur adorning stomach near grazed the earth. Heady once the rich scents rampant beneath canopy, indistinguishable each until time allowed him clarity, among the damp located a trail, faded but apparent the winding course it took. After did he follow, supposedly in full attention focused upon task at hand yet ears moved in slow swivel, guided by nose that flared with each deep breath, vision skirting low lying growth that clustered about. Stranger within lands forgein to him, expected anything and thus guise the intensity of his focus, a meagre scrap of a meal worthless if it lead only to harm and negated the good it may bring.
[table][tr][td]His culture. His home, that left in wake that grew even as it faded. Accustomed was Khajhad to travel, the land traversed as migratory prey followed the unpredictable patterns seasons wrought against the land in search of sustained sources of nutrients and water. To the whims of weather were they subject, the prodding passage of those departing beasts the ones following behind, a natural cycle he had been raised within and grew comfort with.
Similar this, if roles felt odd, fit strangely against thoughts that bore a need for a framework he may understand . No labouring prey was he following alongside his tribe, blood his own he trailed as the lunar cycle since her departure concluded. He knew little of the delicate tug that called to wayward soul, pulled from them though never Cipactli, ever prying those eyes settled on those beneath savage protection. Reasoning his own for journey that saw him traverse aerial roots, the sodden soil mistrusted for his unfamiliarity with such terrain, peered at each trunk. Against dark bark carved lines, age apparent in how sap had dried at the edges, discarded from thought as another was located.
Momentum halting, smooth the transition, stance shifting until pale fur adorning stomach near grazed the earth. Heady once the rich scents rampant beneath canopy, indistinguishable each until time allowed him clarity, among the damp located a trail, faded but apparent the winding course it took. After did he follow, supposedly in full attention focused upon task at hand yet ears moved in slow swivel, guided by nose that flared with each deep breath, vision skirting low lying growth that clustered about. Stranger within lands forgein to him, expected anything and thus guise the intensity of his focus, a meagre scrap of a meal worthless if it lead only to harm and negated the good it may bring.
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the ebb and flow, the smaller things, the flight of the crow; is life and death still all that we know? we all come and we all fade away, nightmares and dreams, the call of the fray; this night will soon be turned to day
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