11-27-2020, 03:49 AM
Off guard.
To allow oneself to be placed within a situation permitting such foolhardy, momentary hesitation enough to render life prematurely concluded. He bore no mind that may weave the complex threads of battle into neat order, understanding of beasts that acted as suitable sustenance all he deemed a necessity, and thus unawares was he caught. Of two minds one may not deem Khajhad, abandoned the rigorous inspection of forgein land, the strengthening trail of a forest dwelling creature beckoning him forth.
Fault his own, even as desire to shift it upon intrusive presence announced in trilling call, balls of paws accepting weight to permit preparation. Registration of the sound, the meaning behind, came only when she entered his vision, answering call unbidden, fading with a fragile smile taking hold. Familiar her presence, arising through shifting thought the days well past when children had they both deem, miniscule things of fluffed up coats. The image she cut unlike that, though it too held a place in memory, her departure met with only good humour, pleased for what her journey may bring her.
Faux grew his smile as her voice arose, shortened form of his name sweet on tongue he had not heard in over a lunar cycle. Bound to honour was he, even as his own views of Cipactli and the religion the crocodilian deity was central to acted small part in his life, expectation to act in accordance to prior teachings. Selfish at core his wandering, though if he sought Elsweyr or acting on a hope doubt may dim he may not say, with her before dumb his tongue on the matter.
"Our home is well," quiet the rasp he spoke within, weathered the once high pitch of youth yet still apparent an edge of such. Further explanation stalled as her touch was lended into, a brief contact he was accustomed to and acted upon with mere impulse, her departure and subsequent once over mimicked. "He missed her, he did not expect to find her." Lie burned his tongue even as he voiced it, thoughts disjointed as he pondered over this development, in particular her mention of the position this Tanglewood was within.
"She is fond of Tanglewood." No need to pose query of such, and thus forgone it for statement Khajhad may deem true simply by how she lingered, apparent how she lacked all but the tang of the swamp. Her talk of bad times ignited some interest, fleeting as it was, of no issue the predicament this place was currently within to one such as he, an outsider with a tentative connection only through Elsweyr.
[table][tr][td]To allow oneself to be placed within a situation permitting such foolhardy, momentary hesitation enough to render life prematurely concluded. He bore no mind that may weave the complex threads of battle into neat order, understanding of beasts that acted as suitable sustenance all he deemed a necessity, and thus unawares was he caught. Of two minds one may not deem Khajhad, abandoned the rigorous inspection of forgein land, the strengthening trail of a forest dwelling creature beckoning him forth.
Fault his own, even as desire to shift it upon intrusive presence announced in trilling call, balls of paws accepting weight to permit preparation. Registration of the sound, the meaning behind, came only when she entered his vision, answering call unbidden, fading with a fragile smile taking hold. Familiar her presence, arising through shifting thought the days well past when children had they both deem, miniscule things of fluffed up coats. The image she cut unlike that, though it too held a place in memory, her departure met with only good humour, pleased for what her journey may bring her.
Faux grew his smile as her voice arose, shortened form of his name sweet on tongue he had not heard in over a lunar cycle. Bound to honour was he, even as his own views of Cipactli and the religion the crocodilian deity was central to acted small part in his life, expectation to act in accordance to prior teachings. Selfish at core his wandering, though if he sought Elsweyr or acting on a hope doubt may dim he may not say, with her before dumb his tongue on the matter.
"Our home is well," quiet the rasp he spoke within, weathered the once high pitch of youth yet still apparent an edge of such. Further explanation stalled as her touch was lended into, a brief contact he was accustomed to and acted upon with mere impulse, her departure and subsequent once over mimicked. "He missed her, he did not expect to find her." Lie burned his tongue even as he voiced it, thoughts disjointed as he pondered over this development, in particular her mention of the position this Tanglewood was within.
"She is fond of Tanglewood." No need to pose query of such, and thus forgone it for statement Khajhad may deem true simply by how she lingered, apparent how she lacked all but the tang of the swamp. Her talk of bad times ignited some interest, fleeting as it was, of no issue the predicament this place was currently within to one such as he, an outsider with a tentative connection only through Elsweyr.
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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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