01-17-2021, 11:17 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;"]Echoing hollow, segments crudely carved into with graceless hands, the knife bearing no care for the destruction wrought. To forget, those depictions of moments suspended among fraying threads of thought delicate and prone to repair with fabrication, a consequence of existence. Different this, by product of intent or event that rang with a dour note, repressed that tied to origin point. Which the draconic beast was subject to only uneducated guesses may be made, no truth alluded to in such senseless digging, carved that tissue of scar knit across grey matter rather than external skin.
He understood, better then clumsy tongue may formulate. Too many the years locked behind fortified walls constructed in his mind, some lost of volition beyond his own, a common ground he would not speak of with any. The blood that which drew lumbering beast forth, familiar the copper lodged in throat, trailing there against the space between it and mouth, painted along roof until it was all he may taste. Innocent his first assumption, a meal that necessitated butchery, or another with injury that needed tending, far the reality until scene unfolded before narrowed vision.
"Sinnloser Mord bringt keinen Frieden." A husk within death, reduced to little more than a broken and limp figure, silhouette beyond the easy identification of prior being. Over eyes rove, a study he does not shy from, before attention turns. Addressed Cory, low the rumble of his voice, slowed as tested each word before spoken aloud. "Finish job. Bury." Known the state of some, their diet more inclined towards those of sentient intelligence that make them alike any within each community, apparent this was not the cause. Wrong the consummation of one caught unawares, visited upon by a death that took too much.
He understood, better then clumsy tongue may formulate. Too many the years locked behind fortified walls constructed in his mind, some lost of volition beyond his own, a common ground he would not speak of with any. The blood that which drew lumbering beast forth, familiar the copper lodged in throat, trailing there against the space between it and mouth, painted along roof until it was all he may taste. Innocent his first assumption, a meal that necessitated butchery, or another with injury that needed tending, far the reality until scene unfolded before narrowed vision.
"Sinnloser Mord bringt keinen Frieden." A husk within death, reduced to little more than a broken and limp figure, silhouette beyond the easy identification of prior being. Over eyes rove, a study he does not shy from, before attention turns. Addressed Cory, low the rumble of his voice, slowed as tested each word before spoken aloud. "Finish job. Bury." Known the state of some, their diet more inclined towards those of sentient intelligence that make them alike any within each community, apparent this was not the cause. Wrong the consummation of one caught unawares, visited upon by a death that took too much.