02-14-2021, 03:47 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Life and death.
A perpetual cycle, necessary even as the wish for an end grew deeply rooted. Abstract the notion of existence, that which permitted the heart he felt beneath a light touch, rhythmic beat a silent backdrop to all. He knew not either concept, understood only that he was present now, the simple pleasure of a youth so fresh and new limitless seemed the wonders as of yet unexperienced. But, so too the horrors knew no bounds, extended beyond what his mind may grasp.
They were too young to understand, to witness the tragedy that came with that they knew only in the simple terms that filled their vocabulary. The world did not care, however, never did, the people the only things that bore the capacity for such.
Few the times perimeter of the boardwalk was crossed, cluttered expanse familiar, curiosity a rather strong driving force. Behind it all left, coarse the grains traversed, clinging to the sensitive skin between toes. Up lifted a paw, rough the shake in useless bid to rid himself of the feeling, left hanging with the sudden sound, forth drawn his ears. Wordless that sustained vocalisation, something within it he proved incapable of identifying, yet quick had grown the beat of his heart, ragged as confusion arose. Attention briefly diverted, over shoulder looking to assess the distance between himself and the boardwalk, notion abandoned as the wavering scream continued.
Poor decision. Easy his entrance into the shallow divot, performed a few times before, different this for lacking accompaniment or a distinct purpose, mouth opening only for his words to die. Mazekit. Within such proximity overwhelming it all, followed the line of his vision. No sound arose from Wildkit, the want was there, built in his throat until it grew into a pressure that scoured the tightened confinements, closed tight until each breath became a struggle.
He should move, help his brother. Nothing responded, muscles locked until slight the tremor that wracked his miniscule frame, silent the spill of tears dampening the fur of his cheeks. Confusion and terror welled in his chest, grew apparent in each harsh breath, too small the subsequent indraw, choking on the salt laden air.
A perpetual cycle, necessary even as the wish for an end grew deeply rooted. Abstract the notion of existence, that which permitted the heart he felt beneath a light touch, rhythmic beat a silent backdrop to all. He knew not either concept, understood only that he was present now, the simple pleasure of a youth so fresh and new limitless seemed the wonders as of yet unexperienced. But, so too the horrors knew no bounds, extended beyond what his mind may grasp.
They were too young to understand, to witness the tragedy that came with that they knew only in the simple terms that filled their vocabulary. The world did not care, however, never did, the people the only things that bore the capacity for such.
Few the times perimeter of the boardwalk was crossed, cluttered expanse familiar, curiosity a rather strong driving force. Behind it all left, coarse the grains traversed, clinging to the sensitive skin between toes. Up lifted a paw, rough the shake in useless bid to rid himself of the feeling, left hanging with the sudden sound, forth drawn his ears. Wordless that sustained vocalisation, something within it he proved incapable of identifying, yet quick had grown the beat of his heart, ragged as confusion arose. Attention briefly diverted, over shoulder looking to assess the distance between himself and the boardwalk, notion abandoned as the wavering scream continued.
Poor decision. Easy his entrance into the shallow divot, performed a few times before, different this for lacking accompaniment or a distinct purpose, mouth opening only for his words to die. Mazekit. Within such proximity overwhelming it all, followed the line of his vision. No sound arose from Wildkit, the want was there, built in his throat until it grew into a pressure that scoured the tightened confinements, closed tight until each breath became a struggle.
He should move, help his brother. Nothing responded, muscles locked until slight the tremor that wracked his miniscule frame, silent the spill of tears dampening the fur of his cheeks. Confusion and terror welled in his chest, grew apparent in each harsh breath, too small the subsequent indraw, choking on the salt laden air.