01-03-2021, 03:03 AM
[div style="margin: auto; background-image: linear-gradient(to top left, #af6159 50%, #d69374 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: 2px #1d1d1d solid; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]Finite the time allotted, enclosed in beginning well defined, though recorded by hand different, and elusive the end, a mere thought aside brushed as though without may it all be. Yet it is there, always, the gentle beckoning, a caress against that which makes one an individual, marked in the quiet tick as seconds passed.
Pyrate held in shaking fists, all whitened knuckles and digging nails about which blood wells and whispers of an end that is predetermined, the hope of stolen or borrowed time.
Abstract once the notion, fleeting as it traced the hazey edge of thoughts once awash in gentle rose shimmer, naive a child free of all but the wonder such new splendour allowed. From her it taken, security removed in a simple flick of the wrist, destruction wrought in crumbling masonry. Held to was it, stubborn her need for such frivolous safety, transition stalled when whole were they made once more beneath the shroud of abyss kissed wings. Too short their time, all consuming the heat, fire that lapped at smouldering organs housed in a body split beneath emerging keratin. Given and taken, hope a jagged knife pressed into the chambers of her heart.
Taken such as best she proved capable, too fragile their connection to allow lengthy pain to sear newly constructed scars. The break was more cruel, his words spoken in the night she had decreed him to be, a loss that left her dry throat closing about each sob. What may she be without her noche, the cradle of safety she retreated to when all grew to much, the gilded cage she chose. Nothing. And thus she had become, numb to it all. More came, more went, faces lost among the dull memories that crowded her closed off mind, never allowed within in a way that proved meaningful.
Too short the time, her cage left behind, traded for a new one bearing copper and iron about which wound the serpentine usurper that deemed himself a king. A coward had she been, from battle shying without second thought, a spectre without purpose allowing her tears to flow. Results known, if not witnessed, spoken in tones hushed beneath the din. Celebration conducted and continued even as their captain lay, upon the brink suspended as life and death clamoured for that it felt owed, secure her in their thoughts, health wished for in toast. Little more they may do, and thus avoided the temple, a lone haven in the light and sound that circulated about the freed archipelago.
Away it all fell, leaden each step placed among foliage, undergrowth thick where boughs took hold in irregular formation. Desire to shift her trajectory, return among the faces where she may be reduced to but another stranger, grew potent. Errant joy rang through the still air, a poor backdrop as terrain slowly shifted, undergrowth falling away until pale stones poked through. Up her vision trailed, caught her breath as silhouette took shape through the trunks. Over shoulder diverted, final chance and the benefit of both weighed. Her family waited within walls of stone, present still in a heart encased in similar, anew begun a ragged ache that radiated out from her chest. A coward. All she was, caught in the throes of anxiety that rooted her within place, loose soil disturbed as the pale crescents of her claws dug shallow grooves.
Roan.
Harsh the ringing call he allowed to wash over the open land before stone structure, a summons that bore the torch that begun anew the hope once little more than dwindling embers. Roots ensnared and sought her fall, chest burning as pressure built. He could not wish for her presence, rejection assured before threshold may be crossed, yet such thought was a mere fly, nuisance flicked away. Momentum slowed as illumination grew dull, swallowed in entrance wide eyes flicked across, the voices, few and strained, filling ears before they flicked back to press against her skull. Hesitation marked her first step, settled against cool, polished stone, deep breath expanding chest. Herbs, dust, coffee. More beneath, yet it was there, apart of him.
"How is she." Strained the words Eulia spoke into the open space, no one individual sought for an answer. Yet she knew it must be him, eyes turning, the final remnants of his own voice guide. Mouth opened and closed, a war waged as her tongue was weighed down beneath so much she might say. I'm sorry. Tip of her tongue caught, ground against. Forward did she lean, moved to lightly press her chin against the space separating his horns, tail coiling loosely about his small figure. "You did a good job. She is alive because of you."
Roan alone those words for, the conclusion paired with her own departure, towards mother and sons trailing. To Gold she was not close, not as far as either, but still her heart ached, tears welling in eyes averted from the reunion. "It is good to see you awake, captain." Empty the remark she offered with a shaking voice, impersonal and thus lesser for it, but all Eulia could manage. Close did she lean, for a brief moment nose pressing between her shoulders. This completed back did she step, settling near Roan once more, allowed Gold her space.
Pyrate held in shaking fists, all whitened knuckles and digging nails about which blood wells and whispers of an end that is predetermined, the hope of stolen or borrowed time.
Abstract once the notion, fleeting as it traced the hazey edge of thoughts once awash in gentle rose shimmer, naive a child free of all but the wonder such new splendour allowed. From her it taken, security removed in a simple flick of the wrist, destruction wrought in crumbling masonry. Held to was it, stubborn her need for such frivolous safety, transition stalled when whole were they made once more beneath the shroud of abyss kissed wings. Too short their time, all consuming the heat, fire that lapped at smouldering organs housed in a body split beneath emerging keratin. Given and taken, hope a jagged knife pressed into the chambers of her heart.
Taken such as best she proved capable, too fragile their connection to allow lengthy pain to sear newly constructed scars. The break was more cruel, his words spoken in the night she had decreed him to be, a loss that left her dry throat closing about each sob. What may she be without her noche, the cradle of safety she retreated to when all grew to much, the gilded cage she chose. Nothing. And thus she had become, numb to it all. More came, more went, faces lost among the dull memories that crowded her closed off mind, never allowed within in a way that proved meaningful.
Too short the time, her cage left behind, traded for a new one bearing copper and iron about which wound the serpentine usurper that deemed himself a king. A coward had she been, from battle shying without second thought, a spectre without purpose allowing her tears to flow. Results known, if not witnessed, spoken in tones hushed beneath the din. Celebration conducted and continued even as their captain lay, upon the brink suspended as life and death clamoured for that it felt owed, secure her in their thoughts, health wished for in toast. Little more they may do, and thus avoided the temple, a lone haven in the light and sound that circulated about the freed archipelago.
Away it all fell, leaden each step placed among foliage, undergrowth thick where boughs took hold in irregular formation. Desire to shift her trajectory, return among the faces where she may be reduced to but another stranger, grew potent. Errant joy rang through the still air, a poor backdrop as terrain slowly shifted, undergrowth falling away until pale stones poked through. Up her vision trailed, caught her breath as silhouette took shape through the trunks. Over shoulder diverted, final chance and the benefit of both weighed. Her family waited within walls of stone, present still in a heart encased in similar, anew begun a ragged ache that radiated out from her chest. A coward. All she was, caught in the throes of anxiety that rooted her within place, loose soil disturbed as the pale crescents of her claws dug shallow grooves.
Roan.
Harsh the ringing call he allowed to wash over the open land before stone structure, a summons that bore the torch that begun anew the hope once little more than dwindling embers. Roots ensnared and sought her fall, chest burning as pressure built. He could not wish for her presence, rejection assured before threshold may be crossed, yet such thought was a mere fly, nuisance flicked away. Momentum slowed as illumination grew dull, swallowed in entrance wide eyes flicked across, the voices, few and strained, filling ears before they flicked back to press against her skull. Hesitation marked her first step, settled against cool, polished stone, deep breath expanding chest. Herbs, dust, coffee. More beneath, yet it was there, apart of him.
"How is she." Strained the words Eulia spoke into the open space, no one individual sought for an answer. Yet she knew it must be him, eyes turning, the final remnants of his own voice guide. Mouth opened and closed, a war waged as her tongue was weighed down beneath so much she might say. I'm sorry. Tip of her tongue caught, ground against. Forward did she lean, moved to lightly press her chin against the space separating his horns, tail coiling loosely about his small figure. "You did a good job. She is alive because of you."
Roan alone those words for, the conclusion paired with her own departure, towards mother and sons trailing. To Gold she was not close, not as far as either, but still her heart ached, tears welling in eyes averted from the reunion. "It is good to see you awake, captain." Empty the remark she offered with a shaking voice, impersonal and thus lesser for it, but all Eulia could manage. Close did she lean, for a brief moment nose pressing between her shoulders. This completed back did she step, settling near Roan once more, allowed Gold her space.