01-28-2021, 07:55 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;"]To continue onwards the past must be laid to rest. Lesson rather hard won, burned among folds wrapped in a constricting hold about fragmented moments, regarded and discarded in the same moment. Deep ran the well, his life carved from stone unyielding, a tunnelling labyrinth manned by more than a bastardisation of man and beast. To forget, allow any located among a myriad of well maintained and secure blockades, was to release who he was, the small inkling of being that set him apart.
A falsehood such, stone against tongue weighed beneath too much, aged beyond his years for the weight he carried without care to pass it to another.
Dilapidated the hidden structure, a miniscule space meant for the occupation of one yet the walls had enclosed more, stained each time worn board with their presence. Nostrils flared, fine and fleeting the plume, the hours when darkness still enclosed as the sun rose offering a chill the day stole. Within the limited illumination of the newly come dawn it seemed a haunted thing, a beast crouched among the undergrowth with a ravenous appetite for the one that abandoned it. Back eyes travelled, cleared the winding trail out of necessity, too many the times he had walked it simply to stand here where it seemed half alive in shifting foliage. No breeze was present however, distance closed until it sagged under its own weighed, aged as he was.
This was no monster as his mind made it seem, a simple home, one in need it attention he must give it. Closer he tread, an approach made lightly yet taunt muscle made each step stiff. From the door he turned away, incapable of entrance as of yet, the tiny plot before what caught his attention. Taken much of his grown produce, once a necessity, others left to wither, the earth overgrown. Outward paw stretched, claw tips travelling until the small sea of grass waved beneath his movement, tickled along his pads.
A ripple began, stilled his own movement as it continued, irregular the pattern. Dismissed almost before realisation arose, still the wind about, the leaning boughs enough to block most breezes had it even been present. Different the source of this, confusion light as visage is changed beneath it. Slow his withdraw, stilled the fine strands as his bulk was lowered, frigid that which grazed his belly, dew and a thin layer of ice collecting among coarse hairs. Yet he dare not move, the minutes passing in a tense silence, watched the perimeter of the overgrown garden, or, at the least, what remained of it. It grew difficult to determine when the grass parted, stronger now the light that filtered through, stilted but evident the song of stirring birds, twitching the nose that brought a gentle curl to his lips.
"Daisy." Old the name his tongue clumsily uttered, dark eyes peering from chosen hiding place that concealed much of the rabbit still, well known to such a degree the assumption was made readily. Desire welled in his chest but was pushed aside, unknown that he now inhabited and understood the fear that left her rooted within supposed safety, a standstill the pair at, neither capable of moving before the other did so.
A falsehood such, stone against tongue weighed beneath too much, aged beyond his years for the weight he carried without care to pass it to another.
Dilapidated the hidden structure, a miniscule space meant for the occupation of one yet the walls had enclosed more, stained each time worn board with their presence. Nostrils flared, fine and fleeting the plume, the hours when darkness still enclosed as the sun rose offering a chill the day stole. Within the limited illumination of the newly come dawn it seemed a haunted thing, a beast crouched among the undergrowth with a ravenous appetite for the one that abandoned it. Back eyes travelled, cleared the winding trail out of necessity, too many the times he had walked it simply to stand here where it seemed half alive in shifting foliage. No breeze was present however, distance closed until it sagged under its own weighed, aged as he was.
This was no monster as his mind made it seem, a simple home, one in need it attention he must give it. Closer he tread, an approach made lightly yet taunt muscle made each step stiff. From the door he turned away, incapable of entrance as of yet, the tiny plot before what caught his attention. Taken much of his grown produce, once a necessity, others left to wither, the earth overgrown. Outward paw stretched, claw tips travelling until the small sea of grass waved beneath his movement, tickled along his pads.
A ripple began, stilled his own movement as it continued, irregular the pattern. Dismissed almost before realisation arose, still the wind about, the leaning boughs enough to block most breezes had it even been present. Different the source of this, confusion light as visage is changed beneath it. Slow his withdraw, stilled the fine strands as his bulk was lowered, frigid that which grazed his belly, dew and a thin layer of ice collecting among coarse hairs. Yet he dare not move, the minutes passing in a tense silence, watched the perimeter of the overgrown garden, or, at the least, what remained of it. It grew difficult to determine when the grass parted, stronger now the light that filtered through, stilted but evident the song of stirring birds, twitching the nose that brought a gentle curl to his lips.
"Daisy." Old the name his tongue clumsily uttered, dark eyes peering from chosen hiding place that concealed much of the rabbit still, well known to such a degree the assumption was made readily. Desire welled in his chest but was pushed aside, unknown that he now inhabited and understood the fear that left her rooted within supposed safety, a standstill the pair at, neither capable of moving before the other did so.