11-25-2020, 09:53 PM
Home.
An oasis tempered by the comfort of peace, open arms that beckon and voiceless call. Tangible the protection offered in material shelter, fragile all the same, a cage gilded at times though welcome those constricting bars for only the respite it gives. Rotten the core beneath golden surface, turmoil raging through internal structure, maintained the image.
Dull the lightly hued vision that skirted along the few occupants spaced throughout shallow duvet, occupied each by task selected to keep busy, ignored the hunger that seemed inescapable. No matter their number harsh the edges that scoured slowed heart, grown lonely in the wake of departure. Refusal staunch when it came to deeming that which had adorned the upturned soil with blood death, the reality of what transpired incapable of settling among thoughts, her lack a dwindling flame of hope. Time had slowly allowed it to flicker out, the slowed search parties and talk of memorial making apparent few believed his hastily put together story.
Beneath paws was nose buried, stirred the grains he lay upon by deep sigh. Relative the normality they had once more allowed their lives to become, death apart of proceedings, to be accepted and dealt with not dwelt upon to fester alongside grief. Thoughts spiralled, wound about her even as the clamour arose, her name repeated by differing tongues, over her others speaking as if this were their only chance. Confusion arose in half shut eyes and he turned, prepared seemingly to express a rage that had lodged beneath his skin days prior, stilled those words, however, realisation settling heavily.
She was back.
Halting momentum, rise almost discounted by tumble as paws grew entangled, half a jog his approach. There was no words from Foam, the others filled the air with their own ceaseless chatter enough, only the child moving closer. Before did he stop, outward reaching a tiny paw, atop her own settling. Chin tilted back and he regarded the hybrid with the frail edges of a shaky smile, briefly alight eyes before the tears began to fall, a silent and slow cascade as he seemed robbed of all else.
Too many had he lost, those faceless few who had deemed him unworthy and thus deposited kitten on the shoreline to act as burden for another, those who came and departed out of need, thinned their numbers over time. Different had been this, the talk she had been killed enough to burn the memory into his mind in a way no other departure had. Yet here she was, the serpentine goddess once known only for such by a name bestowed yet carved her godhood from the world by her own volition.
[table][tr][td]An oasis tempered by the comfort of peace, open arms that beckon and voiceless call. Tangible the protection offered in material shelter, fragile all the same, a cage gilded at times though welcome those constricting bars for only the respite it gives. Rotten the core beneath golden surface, turmoil raging through internal structure, maintained the image.
Dull the lightly hued vision that skirted along the few occupants spaced throughout shallow duvet, occupied each by task selected to keep busy, ignored the hunger that seemed inescapable. No matter their number harsh the edges that scoured slowed heart, grown lonely in the wake of departure. Refusal staunch when it came to deeming that which had adorned the upturned soil with blood death, the reality of what transpired incapable of settling among thoughts, her lack a dwindling flame of hope. Time had slowly allowed it to flicker out, the slowed search parties and talk of memorial making apparent few believed his hastily put together story.
Beneath paws was nose buried, stirred the grains he lay upon by deep sigh. Relative the normality they had once more allowed their lives to become, death apart of proceedings, to be accepted and dealt with not dwelt upon to fester alongside grief. Thoughts spiralled, wound about her even as the clamour arose, her name repeated by differing tongues, over her others speaking as if this were their only chance. Confusion arose in half shut eyes and he turned, prepared seemingly to express a rage that had lodged beneath his skin days prior, stilled those words, however, realisation settling heavily.
She was back.
Halting momentum, rise almost discounted by tumble as paws grew entangled, half a jog his approach. There was no words from Foam, the others filled the air with their own ceaseless chatter enough, only the child moving closer. Before did he stop, outward reaching a tiny paw, atop her own settling. Chin tilted back and he regarded the hybrid with the frail edges of a shaky smile, briefly alight eyes before the tears began to fall, a silent and slow cascade as he seemed robbed of all else.
Too many had he lost, those faceless few who had deemed him unworthy and thus deposited kitten on the shoreline to act as burden for another, those who came and departed out of need, thinned their numbers over time. Different had been this, the talk she had been killed enough to burn the memory into his mind in a way no other departure had. Yet here she was, the serpentine goddess once known only for such by a name bestowed yet carved her godhood from the world by her own volition.
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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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