01-22-2021, 06:51 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;"]A plan.
Some viewed it as necessity to make so plain an epithet more grandiose, imbued a concept crafted from belief with something more. Maybe such was simply the way of life, the mundane tiresome for how the flare is easily stolen, routine enacted on the basis of muscle memory. The decoration allowed meaning, permitted more.
A reason for this existence they were all a part of, single strands in the woven tapestry.
Fabrications it all, the words a collection of sound given meaning, the notion superior another over all, their intervention the ripple in the pool, discarded the mundane with the twitch of a muscle. Hazey grown all, closer drawn until contact may be made, reality bending about that which tread the hardened soil. Among them gods, taken and shaped once incomprehensive title until it may easily adorn gilded skin. So too the angelic and those opposing, the once constricting limitations pressed beyond for expectations grew.
What might be a God, and what might be deemed the supposed machinations leading to the divine insistence of a pre-destined path, compared to them. Nothing, in truth. Uncared for religion, evidence enough contrary to the notion, the pages ravaged and torn, spoken of only in dismissal. Maybe it was rooted within some truth, the pretty monikers they bore no trivial trinket, none capable of saying. Within mind of the child there was no such figure, or the depiction proved a falsehood too difficult to swallow, and that proposed simply was a case of foul luck.
Unknown the cause which drew canine forth through swamps dense, thickened the heavy slurry of sodden earth largely unaffected by the winter that cast a frost elsewhere, of note only the chill. Such he experienced, the breeze a murmur speaking inaudible cantations through rattling branches, sourly wished for forgone covering. He knew a stern talking to might await him upon return, though from a good place overly so the protective drive of Aurum where came to his large brood, and thus wished to be prolonged the time of said return. All the same displeasure was worn rather clearly, soft cream visage overtaken by severe frown, broken at times as lips trembled. Hushed the click, teeth parting and coming together over and over again, momentum halting to rub a paw along his leg.
This, too, came to an abrupt stop, however, the call one distance stole from, words difficult to decipher from the natural sounds of the swamp. No other rose to meet it, at least within first moments, worry ignited as the voice was deemed forgein dwindling as the moments passed. It seemed no combat would be necessary, replacement for prior alarm a curiosity further fanned with answering call, supposedly spoken of his own father. Begun again his moment, his own traversal staged along aerial roots that acted border to the deeper segments of mud, still a mess Salvia as the figures entered his field of vision.
Strangers both, which sought audience an unknown easily rectified if ventured simply to ask, though on such his tongue was held. Brief the grind of teeth into the muscle, pondered his words as the distance closed, releasing as he spoke, soft and unsure his tone. "If you are here on official business you'll need to speak with my fath-the luminary, otherwise I guess welcome, though can I have your name, it is uh…" Into silence his voice trailed as the correct word slipped his mind in that moment, annoyance slowly overtaking his countenance. "Darn it I messed up." Murmured this last comment beneath his breath, vision that once moved between both dropping to his paws.
Some viewed it as necessity to make so plain an epithet more grandiose, imbued a concept crafted from belief with something more. Maybe such was simply the way of life, the mundane tiresome for how the flare is easily stolen, routine enacted on the basis of muscle memory. The decoration allowed meaning, permitted more.
A reason for this existence they were all a part of, single strands in the woven tapestry.
Fabrications it all, the words a collection of sound given meaning, the notion superior another over all, their intervention the ripple in the pool, discarded the mundane with the twitch of a muscle. Hazey grown all, closer drawn until contact may be made, reality bending about that which tread the hardened soil. Among them gods, taken and shaped once incomprehensive title until it may easily adorn gilded skin. So too the angelic and those opposing, the once constricting limitations pressed beyond for expectations grew.
What might be a God, and what might be deemed the supposed machinations leading to the divine insistence of a pre-destined path, compared to them. Nothing, in truth. Uncared for religion, evidence enough contrary to the notion, the pages ravaged and torn, spoken of only in dismissal. Maybe it was rooted within some truth, the pretty monikers they bore no trivial trinket, none capable of saying. Within mind of the child there was no such figure, or the depiction proved a falsehood too difficult to swallow, and that proposed simply was a case of foul luck.
Unknown the cause which drew canine forth through swamps dense, thickened the heavy slurry of sodden earth largely unaffected by the winter that cast a frost elsewhere, of note only the chill. Such he experienced, the breeze a murmur speaking inaudible cantations through rattling branches, sourly wished for forgone covering. He knew a stern talking to might await him upon return, though from a good place overly so the protective drive of Aurum where came to his large brood, and thus wished to be prolonged the time of said return. All the same displeasure was worn rather clearly, soft cream visage overtaken by severe frown, broken at times as lips trembled. Hushed the click, teeth parting and coming together over and over again, momentum halting to rub a paw along his leg.
This, too, came to an abrupt stop, however, the call one distance stole from, words difficult to decipher from the natural sounds of the swamp. No other rose to meet it, at least within first moments, worry ignited as the voice was deemed forgein dwindling as the moments passed. It seemed no combat would be necessary, replacement for prior alarm a curiosity further fanned with answering call, supposedly spoken of his own father. Begun again his moment, his own traversal staged along aerial roots that acted border to the deeper segments of mud, still a mess Salvia as the figures entered his field of vision.
Strangers both, which sought audience an unknown easily rectified if ventured simply to ask, though on such his tongue was held. Brief the grind of teeth into the muscle, pondered his words as the distance closed, releasing as he spoke, soft and unsure his tone. "If you are here on official business you'll need to speak with my fath-the luminary, otherwise I guess welcome, though can I have your name, it is uh…" Into silence his voice trailed as the correct word slipped his mind in that moment, annoyance slowly overtaking his countenance. "Darn it I messed up." Murmured this last comment beneath his breath, vision that once moved between both dropping to his paws.