01-15-2021, 10:54 PM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]A secluded haven, beacon for those wayward souls, strays found when the greater earth deemed them permanently lost.
Numerous those drawn into their population, similar the stories shared as spoken of the origin long behind, differing details a trivial matter. Yet taken that safety, a harbour once found and grown forgein, a place which death clung to. Abandoned his place among them, alone his venture among twisted boughs wreathed in emerald, a quiet murmur produced by brine laden wind tracing along slim needles. Known the location, solitary the cabin once marred beneath blood, his first taste of such destruction rejected. Interrupted his progression, however, distance striping the words until they were left just a meaningless din.
About ears swivelled, drawn through the thinned undergrowth. Back pushed, unfamiliar all but a singular individual, lips shifting, bitter the curl adorning. The desire to continue upon his own path arose, abandoned as eyes found the fox, odd the manner he moved, an action that seemed replacement for vocalised communication. Closer Foam stepped, forgone himself as he allowed himself to move past the others assembled, before Damianos drawing to a halt, paws slightly overlapping his written words. "Why do you...Do this." Upwards his own paws arose, mimicked his prior movement, though unpractised and thus sloppy.
Numerous those drawn into their population, similar the stories shared as spoken of the origin long behind, differing details a trivial matter. Yet taken that safety, a harbour once found and grown forgein, a place which death clung to. Abandoned his place among them, alone his venture among twisted boughs wreathed in emerald, a quiet murmur produced by brine laden wind tracing along slim needles. Known the location, solitary the cabin once marred beneath blood, his first taste of such destruction rejected. Interrupted his progression, however, distance striping the words until they were left just a meaningless din.
About ears swivelled, drawn through the thinned undergrowth. Back pushed, unfamiliar all but a singular individual, lips shifting, bitter the curl adorning. The desire to continue upon his own path arose, abandoned as eyes found the fox, odd the manner he moved, an action that seemed replacement for vocalised communication. Closer Foam stepped, forgone himself as he allowed himself to move past the others assembled, before Damianos drawing to a halt, paws slightly overlapping his written words. "Why do you...Do this." Upwards his own paws arose, mimicked his prior movement, though unpractised and thus sloppy.