01-16-2021, 02:20 AM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]The tally of those that had sought audience with their Legate had begun to thin, an expected but rather tiresome consequence of events that had occurred only a short time prior, still rigid the watch over perimeter, however. Too numerous the sights of dangerous predators that deemed their population an easy source of food, held habit ingrained as the death toll increased. Poor the one that had taken the task upon himself, a child in all but name now, uncomfortable his posture as he walked along the accumulated golden grains.
Straight his legs, held in manner that permitted an aching pressure to grow in his shoulders, strained muscle not accustomed to such method of motion. Alike the agony of jaws, tight the hold, together teeth clenched and frown drawn about pale lips, the irregular twitch of cheek ruining the illusion. Simply being himself also did such, miniscule even now as the halfway mark closed, awaited now only the announcement he was elevated beyond a tirone. Undeterred was Foam by any such issue that presented itself, continuing his progression until the breeze saw fit to draw a somewhat familiar scent towards him.
"Love…" Unbidden name fell, crooked the grin blooming along silver and ivory countenance, traded his stiff posture for a more natural gait, clumsy as it was with the pain intensifying and weighed down beneath a patchwork cloak. Disappointed flooded him when distance closed enough to register who was among the visitors, none familiar. Brief the shift of vision, settling upon the grisly trophy held beneath a diminutive paw, ignored without comment, too much had he seen of the dead to grow uncomfortable.
Intercepted his progress, well accustomed had he grown, at times still disconnected the strangely hued serval from the man he deemed his parental figure in the past. Once more schooled into a mask of faux neutrality his features, corners of his lips weighed down as he spoke, words likely not wished for as brushed aside the purpose behind their visit. "Where is Lovekit." Unbeknownst to Foam alike was his own transition, though not entirely understood the whole secondary part of a name that would do well as a singular, pout forming as ears flattened, hope brimming with pale green eyes that flicked between each. They bore the same scent, that close to their own yet distinct the lack of pine, imbedded within them all the forest bordering their shore, a tang to them that was almost masked beneath the reeking head.
Straight his legs, held in manner that permitted an aching pressure to grow in his shoulders, strained muscle not accustomed to such method of motion. Alike the agony of jaws, tight the hold, together teeth clenched and frown drawn about pale lips, the irregular twitch of cheek ruining the illusion. Simply being himself also did such, miniscule even now as the halfway mark closed, awaited now only the announcement he was elevated beyond a tirone. Undeterred was Foam by any such issue that presented itself, continuing his progression until the breeze saw fit to draw a somewhat familiar scent towards him.
"Love…" Unbidden name fell, crooked the grin blooming along silver and ivory countenance, traded his stiff posture for a more natural gait, clumsy as it was with the pain intensifying and weighed down beneath a patchwork cloak. Disappointed flooded him when distance closed enough to register who was among the visitors, none familiar. Brief the shift of vision, settling upon the grisly trophy held beneath a diminutive paw, ignored without comment, too much had he seen of the dead to grow uncomfortable.
Intercepted his progress, well accustomed had he grown, at times still disconnected the strangely hued serval from the man he deemed his parental figure in the past. Once more schooled into a mask of faux neutrality his features, corners of his lips weighed down as he spoke, words likely not wished for as brushed aside the purpose behind their visit. "Where is Lovekit." Unbeknownst to Foam alike was his own transition, though not entirely understood the whole secondary part of a name that would do well as a singular, pout forming as ears flattened, hope brimming with pale green eyes that flicked between each. They bore the same scent, that close to their own yet distinct the lack of pine, imbedded within them all the forest bordering their shore, a tang to them that was almost masked beneath the reeking head.