01-17-2021, 08:20 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;"]To act in manner denoting his knowledge of what eclipsed her thoughts, the turmoil wrought along those fine strands, plucked until frayed as each is worn further down, deceit all he would enact. Ignorant was he to it all, even as his own mind grew heavy, threaded his crown with memories befit only the fabricated boxes they may never flee, to each their own sorrow. And to it he would make no mention, allowed the meagre comfort he may offer flourish even as the words died on his tongue.
In a manner akin to numerous present about him cared for Ares, ash the statement, however, held until it seemed spun a cage between his teeth. Present had he been in her finding, so tiny than, lost and alone, unsure grown for she seemed glass even as her rage was spoken in childish vocalisation. Best he was able there was he, away had she drawn all the same, responsibilities aplenty drawing him away towards other things.
Known her state, how the growth of new additions had begun and brought with it a cascade of blood, about her hung that copper tang, gut turning with each breath. Stomached it for what little time he was capable of seeing her, always the creeping doubt ruined things, abandoned every time with piling up excuses. Beneath the guise of a check up his approach of her home, no trinket carried to distract, only a hope his company may be accepted, the silence that met his knock enough to plant a seed of worry. Pursuit began, easy how he picked up the scent of her blood upon the wind, though it grew faint, buried beneath the sulfur thick in the swamps muggy atmosphere. Continued on his path, mouth opening, call swallowed as the voices rose.
Bad the scene Salvia intruded upon, anger common for the child, this seemed different, a potent rage that originated from the denial of blade that felt out of place. Little his own personal experience with the swamp, preferred the forest for distinct the lack of mud present about the leaf litter, what he knew enough to understand this occurrence was not normal. "What happened… You're bleeding." Over her forehead vision wandered, the accelerated growth of the keratin unkind, her lack of response to any possible pain only further igniting his worry. Brief the break away, taken in the weapon sunk into the clinging muck, yet back to Ares attention turned, well addressed the sword he bore little interest within already. "We just wanna help."
In a manner akin to numerous present about him cared for Ares, ash the statement, however, held until it seemed spun a cage between his teeth. Present had he been in her finding, so tiny than, lost and alone, unsure grown for she seemed glass even as her rage was spoken in childish vocalisation. Best he was able there was he, away had she drawn all the same, responsibilities aplenty drawing him away towards other things.
Known her state, how the growth of new additions had begun and brought with it a cascade of blood, about her hung that copper tang, gut turning with each breath. Stomached it for what little time he was capable of seeing her, always the creeping doubt ruined things, abandoned every time with piling up excuses. Beneath the guise of a check up his approach of her home, no trinket carried to distract, only a hope his company may be accepted, the silence that met his knock enough to plant a seed of worry. Pursuit began, easy how he picked up the scent of her blood upon the wind, though it grew faint, buried beneath the sulfur thick in the swamps muggy atmosphere. Continued on his path, mouth opening, call swallowed as the voices rose.
Bad the scene Salvia intruded upon, anger common for the child, this seemed different, a potent rage that originated from the denial of blade that felt out of place. Little his own personal experience with the swamp, preferred the forest for distinct the lack of mud present about the leaf litter, what he knew enough to understand this occurrence was not normal. "What happened… You're bleeding." Over her forehead vision wandered, the accelerated growth of the keratin unkind, her lack of response to any possible pain only further igniting his worry. Brief the break away, taken in the weapon sunk into the clinging muck, yet back to Ares attention turned, well addressed the sword he bore little interest within already. "We just wanna help."