12-21-2020, 08:38 AM
Loosely laid the foundation, the building blocks upon which all it settled and construction is based upon. Yet time bore plans alone it may parse, smudged and blurred those lines until the ground rules may be discarded in their entirety. Had been this outcome for the best, or the opposite that had been snuffed out by the mere fact reality reflected this change, an unknown. Possibly it was, though the scape had shifted, populated the traversable terrain with creatures mixed, veins painted with ancestry that differ in a great fashion thus produce a unique product.
Lacklustre has grown the familiar paths he tread, reduced to a routine tiresome as closer seemed to draw the restrictions about his movement as the impeding transition became a focal point. Too long still the time between, tantalisingly close and yet suspended at a point he decreed too far, his voiced complaints hushed with reassurance. Upon the memorised path did he once more walk, nought else offered the stimulation he desired as to and fro others went on tasks their own to dictate, restless the energy caught beneath his skin.
Interruption arose in odd sound, apparent the initial break, pressure exerted producing a startling crack. While loud the volume of this softer those that followed in wake, a crackling and almost popping noise that drew his attention, halted for only a moment before momentum begun with a new trajectory. Almost expected the origin, witnessed the manner Medusa consumed her food whole and incited a curiosity that was ignited here, though dampened by the identity of the one that dined on the stolen eggs. Issue addressed, though Foam would be lying had he spoken of thinking of the original home of the eggs in questions, he did not add his own voice, instead he opted to stand behind Rhine, obscured in part his vision as he peered around him to continue rather obviously staring at Onyx.
[table][tr][td]Lacklustre has grown the familiar paths he tread, reduced to a routine tiresome as closer seemed to draw the restrictions about his movement as the impeding transition became a focal point. Too long still the time between, tantalisingly close and yet suspended at a point he decreed too far, his voiced complaints hushed with reassurance. Upon the memorised path did he once more walk, nought else offered the stimulation he desired as to and fro others went on tasks their own to dictate, restless the energy caught beneath his skin.
Interruption arose in odd sound, apparent the initial break, pressure exerted producing a startling crack. While loud the volume of this softer those that followed in wake, a crackling and almost popping noise that drew his attention, halted for only a moment before momentum begun with a new trajectory. Almost expected the origin, witnessed the manner Medusa consumed her food whole and incited a curiosity that was ignited here, though dampened by the identity of the one that dined on the stolen eggs. Issue addressed, though Foam would be lying had he spoken of thinking of the original home of the eggs in questions, he did not add his own voice, instead he opted to stand behind Rhine, obscured in part his vision as he peered around him to continue rather obviously staring at Onyx.
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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