01-01-2021, 07:50 AM
[div style="margin: auto; background-image: linear-gradient(to top left, #575f70 50%, #68949f 50%); max-width: 475px; height: auto; padding: 2%; border: 1px #1d1d1d solid;"][div style="margin: auto; background-color: #1d1d1d; max-width: 475px; color: #fefefe; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; border: 1px #1d1d1d solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]Peace and war.
Without accompanying twin one may not exist, entwined concepts fragile at a core broken with slight pressure. Yet falsehood both, a cycle built and maintained about loss, lie dressed within empty promises. The end impossible now, too deep blood-lust runs in veins grown dry, patrolled only by dust beneath earth that has grown equal in greed, built all about conflict.
Begun in earnest the celebration, their voices an echoing din chasing him forth until enveloped is all he is by darkness, thick and cool as it traces listless patterns against cream strands. Forgotten the cause, the usurper that had pillaged and ravaged, plucked from them in the night their commander. Without they were simply left with scattered pieces, discarded even as the remnants rotted, reclaimed by earth that cried in hollow notes he turned a deaf ear towards.
Apparent the voices that trees allowed to bounce from their trunks, however, even as the want to disregard grew, sought and taken the respite of solitude. Gentle visage twisted, contours marked beneath annoyance, brief held before it melted away. Soft replacement, ghost of a frown crowning lips, lower taken between and chewed upon. Uncertain still the future, even as nursed a delicate flame of home now that no longer were they held beneath serpentine monarch, horizon painted with promise.
Closer Salvia moved, about tail swaying as maintained a careful neutrality, slipping when realisation struck. Audience of two watched in silence display of supposed youth, odd the words tongue spun with ease, unbidden his own voice. "Scars mean you failed." Averted vision, refused to meet any, upward drift of paw. Gone they now, those breaks in fine strands about jaws and cheeks, still felt the manner teeth ground into flesh and sought his end. Unawares caught, the healing unimportant when the infliction meant he had been a fool. Eyes turned, regarded father. "How can being weak enough to be hurt make you strong."
Without accompanying twin one may not exist, entwined concepts fragile at a core broken with slight pressure. Yet falsehood both, a cycle built and maintained about loss, lie dressed within empty promises. The end impossible now, too deep blood-lust runs in veins grown dry, patrolled only by dust beneath earth that has grown equal in greed, built all about conflict.
Begun in earnest the celebration, their voices an echoing din chasing him forth until enveloped is all he is by darkness, thick and cool as it traces listless patterns against cream strands. Forgotten the cause, the usurper that had pillaged and ravaged, plucked from them in the night their commander. Without they were simply left with scattered pieces, discarded even as the remnants rotted, reclaimed by earth that cried in hollow notes he turned a deaf ear towards.
Apparent the voices that trees allowed to bounce from their trunks, however, even as the want to disregard grew, sought and taken the respite of solitude. Gentle visage twisted, contours marked beneath annoyance, brief held before it melted away. Soft replacement, ghost of a frown crowning lips, lower taken between and chewed upon. Uncertain still the future, even as nursed a delicate flame of home now that no longer were they held beneath serpentine monarch, horizon painted with promise.
Closer Salvia moved, about tail swaying as maintained a careful neutrality, slipping when realisation struck. Audience of two watched in silence display of supposed youth, odd the words tongue spun with ease, unbidden his own voice. "Scars mean you failed." Averted vision, refused to meet any, upward drift of paw. Gone they now, those breaks in fine strands about jaws and cheeks, still felt the manner teeth ground into flesh and sought his end. Unawares caught, the healing unimportant when the infliction meant he had been a fool. Eyes turned, regarded father. "How can being weak enough to be hurt make you strong."