01-18-2021, 01:30 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;"]Aloft bore upon thermal undercurrent, carved a fragment occupied by the demanding spread of still span, a grace in subtle adjustment seafaring counterparts lacked. Pleasant the watch staged, the open expanse of golden brushed sand offering vantage point studied the movement, at home cradled in the belly of the sky. Never questioned the presence, though such may have been lack of knowledge pertaining to the habit of such an avian, indeed, reduced to another with the simple pathways controlled by the baseline of instinct the owl.
Among the tropical growth abundant across the secluded archipelago he, too, an oddity, fatigue a gentle veil over languid thought, brief the study of surroundings. Mild the hold winter had about the land, enough quelled a desire he had grown accustomed to heeding, wide the dark pit of opening jaws, a yawn that concluded with a heavy exhale. There was no purpose, nor destination, the simple exertion of motion enough, heavy each tread placed among thick vegetation. For most part ignored the sounds about, grown a dull white noise, the shift of undergrowth and gentle scrap of miniscule claws unheeded, the few voices weakened over distance similar met with little intrigue.
Peaceful seemed all, yet illusion must break, done so with a cry that rose into anguished pitch. Confusion alighted along soft visage, forth rounded ears moving, sought origin point even as it grew distant, that which made the vocalisation not lingering. Begun again his locomotion, about large cranium moving, too slow the lift. Away it fell, abrupt the cut off, though apparent his distaste for such as the final notes of the cry rang through his mind. Marred beneath thin trickle the dark bark, a bright point perched owl as conducted a feast he came to realise the cause of the distressing cry, at times pausing as though in assessment.
"Entschuldigen Sie die Störung." Far the thought understood his words, less from the notion the owl lacked sentience but for the lack of those who came to share his first language, habit grown the quiet utterance as move was made to depart.
Among the tropical growth abundant across the secluded archipelago he, too, an oddity, fatigue a gentle veil over languid thought, brief the study of surroundings. Mild the hold winter had about the land, enough quelled a desire he had grown accustomed to heeding, wide the dark pit of opening jaws, a yawn that concluded with a heavy exhale. There was no purpose, nor destination, the simple exertion of motion enough, heavy each tread placed among thick vegetation. For most part ignored the sounds about, grown a dull white noise, the shift of undergrowth and gentle scrap of miniscule claws unheeded, the few voices weakened over distance similar met with little intrigue.
Peaceful seemed all, yet illusion must break, done so with a cry that rose into anguished pitch. Confusion alighted along soft visage, forth rounded ears moving, sought origin point even as it grew distant, that which made the vocalisation not lingering. Begun again his locomotion, about large cranium moving, too slow the lift. Away it fell, abrupt the cut off, though apparent his distaste for such as the final notes of the cry rang through his mind. Marred beneath thin trickle the dark bark, a bright point perched owl as conducted a feast he came to realise the cause of the distressing cry, at times pausing as though in assessment.
"Entschuldigen Sie die Störung." Far the thought understood his words, less from the notion the owl lacked sentience but for the lack of those who came to share his first language, habit grown the quiet utterance as move was made to depart.