12-29-2020, 05:03 AM
Beyond a manageable tally the fluctuating number of new faces that had deemed the secluded ruin parading as an inhabitable town, singular the purpose most allowed to guide their trajectory. Fresh still, memories a heavy touch disturbing the once tranquil passage of each thought until frayed had individual threads grown, beneath a tyrannical rule left prisoners within their own abode. Retaliation seemed implausible, further combat staged in land he had not the pleasure to witness, yet still weary the child —
No longer was he such, the removal of the motion inciting a sharp shake of his skull. Forgein still the notion begun the time he was at the beck and call of another, their tutelage given as widened his horizons. Such time had not transpired, necessitated a reschedule with the events that had occurred prior, yet utilised his privileges even if such was not official as of yet.
A method to clear his head, overburdened beneath the static hum of white noise that seemed incapable of drawing to an end, all his walk had begun as. His momentum drew to a staggering halt for a rather different reason, no destination nor desire to return apparent, only the unease about gentle curves rooted in honey hued depths, about ears flicking. Off the various trunks voices bounced and offered a striped back echo, origin point difficult to gauge for such. On continued Salvia, permitted the dense undergrowth to swallow him, the shifting volume all he had to guide.
By the time breached the rather ordinary conversation his breath had grown laboured, mud adorning strands once of cream, hesitance remarkably worn away beneath annoyance. This, too, slide away with the part of lips, overpowering the awe that directed his vision towards stranger. Away did it at times skip, caught in gaze for moments the other — Arrow, one of the names his father was fond of and spoke rather highly of when within the mood for tales of his own making — always drawn back.
"T-this is…. Uh…" A poor beginning, tongue tangled over such simple words and caught between teeth, downward eyes turning until observed only his paws and the terrain he kneaded. "Tanglewood. We're called Tanglewood." Finally words came forth, though still he refused to meet eye of either, agitation bubbling in the back of his throat.
No longer was he such, the removal of the motion inciting a sharp shake of his skull. Forgein still the notion begun the time he was at the beck and call of another, their tutelage given as widened his horizons. Such time had not transpired, necessitated a reschedule with the events that had occurred prior, yet utilised his privileges even if such was not official as of yet.
A method to clear his head, overburdened beneath the static hum of white noise that seemed incapable of drawing to an end, all his walk had begun as. His momentum drew to a staggering halt for a rather different reason, no destination nor desire to return apparent, only the unease about gentle curves rooted in honey hued depths, about ears flicking. Off the various trunks voices bounced and offered a striped back echo, origin point difficult to gauge for such. On continued Salvia, permitted the dense undergrowth to swallow him, the shifting volume all he had to guide.
By the time breached the rather ordinary conversation his breath had grown laboured, mud adorning strands once of cream, hesitance remarkably worn away beneath annoyance. This, too, slide away with the part of lips, overpowering the awe that directed his vision towards stranger. Away did it at times skip, caught in gaze for moments the other — Arrow, one of the names his father was fond of and spoke rather highly of when within the mood for tales of his own making — always drawn back.
"T-this is…. Uh…" A poor beginning, tongue tangled over such simple words and caught between teeth, downward eyes turning until observed only his paws and the terrain he kneaded. "Tanglewood. We're called Tanglewood." Finally words came forth, though still he refused to meet eye of either, agitation bubbling in the back of his throat.