12-13-2020, 01:18 AM
Fickle grown fortune, inopportune and unkind, the next stroke lightened to permit unrestricted breath, a break among the turmoil. Harsh the direction it had pivoted into during past months, supposed lull settling in as the raids they had acted as central combatants within became nothing more than memories. End seemed imminent, the blizzard and aftermath all too fresh to greet the true beginning of winter with any good humour.
Slow was he to awakening, dry the cough that was hastily stifled, bore no desire to once more be contained in the warehouse made over into medical establishment. It was little more than a dry throat, the worry still plagued his mind, however, his rise stiff as he worried over what other occupants may think. None seemed to lay much mind, those few still present for thinned their number as the morning began, unobserved his exit from the subterranean den.
Movement halted before he may leave the mouth of nursery, briefly widened before eyes grew narrow. Watched the spiralling fall gentle flakes made as gravity drew them down to rest alongside that already littering the ground, some similar in their fretful observation. Soothing voice arose, broken the murmured conversation some conducted between themselves, a jovial tone that quelled doubt that wished to taint quickly shifting thought. Thin crust broke with each tentative step, frigid the gathering layer though at least accustom had he grown, fluffed out his coat as best he could against the low temperature.
For a moment Foam merely stood there before he was bounding forth, paws striking the earth and allowing snow and sand to rise up, the golden grains revealed once more as prints and groves were left in his wake. Finally he halted, back tilting chin and mouth opening. This offered nothing and so he began to weave about the camp, many times others forced to move out of his way as he snapped at the falling flakes, seeking to catch them yet never successful.
[table][tr][td]Slow was he to awakening, dry the cough that was hastily stifled, bore no desire to once more be contained in the warehouse made over into medical establishment. It was little more than a dry throat, the worry still plagued his mind, however, his rise stiff as he worried over what other occupants may think. None seemed to lay much mind, those few still present for thinned their number as the morning began, unobserved his exit from the subterranean den.
Movement halted before he may leave the mouth of nursery, briefly widened before eyes grew narrow. Watched the spiralling fall gentle flakes made as gravity drew them down to rest alongside that already littering the ground, some similar in their fretful observation. Soothing voice arose, broken the murmured conversation some conducted between themselves, a jovial tone that quelled doubt that wished to taint quickly shifting thought. Thin crust broke with each tentative step, frigid the gathering layer though at least accustom had he grown, fluffed out his coat as best he could against the low temperature.
For a moment Foam merely stood there before he was bounding forth, paws striking the earth and allowing snow and sand to rise up, the golden grains revealed once more as prints and groves were left in his wake. Finally he halted, back tilting chin and mouth opening. This offered nothing and so he began to weave about the camp, many times others forced to move out of his way as he snapped at the falling flakes, seeking to catch them yet never successful.
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i think that's a burn but we seldom learn, you know fire's too strict a teacher, stoking up the coal with another pull silence and smoke poured out, but there'll be time in distant days, time enough for me to shape my ways where my ambitions lift my indifference and no more of the day is a waste
code by Wisker