02-25-2021, 07:06 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]When had last she indulged in the simplistic pleasure of company, echoed empty words bound in false sentiment, a trivial pass time but pleasant, soothed the aches nestled alongside her heart. Too long by far, even as tentative her reach into collapsing memory locating such proven an impossibility. Cause known, understood as inspected each fragment carved at with undisciplined fervour, behind only a gaping darkness, broken bridge populated with faceless husks. Each she knew, bore a familiarity that gently plucked at withered heartstrings, called to them with a tongue that knew only the taste of ash.
Her dreams their playground, her nightmares their stage, always there without reason, a beckoning call she could not answer for taken each in death as time, or possibly something or a less mundane origin, cut the threads from her mind.
Difficult to recall when last allowed her mind respite in sleep, a weariness that settled into bones that felt forgein, stolen mayhaps though unknown the cause to the thought. Too many the nights passed in a silence thick, her solitude pronounced and grown further difficult to bear. Reasoning plucked from nowhere, self discipline and the means to repair the spaces, the key lost somewhere in her mind, of that she had been sure. Her resolve crumbled beneath scrutiny, however, as internal as it all was, the quiet voice in the back of her mind worrying, picking at loose threads until it all unravelled.
Sigh bypassed her lips, harsh the short lived breath, teeth together drawn, sharpened as forced was it though a fine gap. Her annoyance mirrored in the press of ears, nose scrunched, narrowed what little eyes proved visible beneath furrowed brow. May as well she be a spectre for all the world knew of her, reveal in the anonymity it gave her. Neither did she bear knowledge of this world, nor the rare inhabitant avoided upon travels of their own, and the world her, among the undergrowth hidden until only the soil and towering pines knew she was present. Lonesome had she grown, however, tired of pursuits that seemed empty, mindless in a cycle of a repetitive nature.
There was no grace within her halt, surprise that which caused it, head arising only to tilt as inspected the oddity. Of course there was nothing to see, and Beau found herself grown further displeased, though her target was herself, nose twitching for a moment. It had been a scent. A few times she blinked in mild confusion, about gaze travelling. Her path had led her through a thicket of various trees, a wild growth left untamed with pathways that had perplexed her, here an end. It seemed rather the opposite, while the trees thinned and grew more sparse and boggy grown the ground, evident the muddy trails woven between stagnant pools.
Slow the slide of her paw across the ground, note made of how it shifted, elevation lost in favour of a short incline. Poor her footing, lost until her momentum, paired with the downward slope, left her to fall. The end saw her sprawled haphazardly, partially submerged in the vegetation blanketed water, soft the embankment that seemed set on further dragging her down. Struggle her rise, and her draw away from the shall pool left her fur coated in a thick layer of grime, regarded with what seemed more exasperation than anything.
Her dreams their playground, her nightmares their stage, always there without reason, a beckoning call she could not answer for taken each in death as time, or possibly something or a less mundane origin, cut the threads from her mind.
Difficult to recall when last allowed her mind respite in sleep, a weariness that settled into bones that felt forgein, stolen mayhaps though unknown the cause to the thought. Too many the nights passed in a silence thick, her solitude pronounced and grown further difficult to bear. Reasoning plucked from nowhere, self discipline and the means to repair the spaces, the key lost somewhere in her mind, of that she had been sure. Her resolve crumbled beneath scrutiny, however, as internal as it all was, the quiet voice in the back of her mind worrying, picking at loose threads until it all unravelled.
Sigh bypassed her lips, harsh the short lived breath, teeth together drawn, sharpened as forced was it though a fine gap. Her annoyance mirrored in the press of ears, nose scrunched, narrowed what little eyes proved visible beneath furrowed brow. May as well she be a spectre for all the world knew of her, reveal in the anonymity it gave her. Neither did she bear knowledge of this world, nor the rare inhabitant avoided upon travels of their own, and the world her, among the undergrowth hidden until only the soil and towering pines knew she was present. Lonesome had she grown, however, tired of pursuits that seemed empty, mindless in a cycle of a repetitive nature.
There was no grace within her halt, surprise that which caused it, head arising only to tilt as inspected the oddity. Of course there was nothing to see, and Beau found herself grown further displeased, though her target was herself, nose twitching for a moment. It had been a scent. A few times she blinked in mild confusion, about gaze travelling. Her path had led her through a thicket of various trees, a wild growth left untamed with pathways that had perplexed her, here an end. It seemed rather the opposite, while the trees thinned and grew more sparse and boggy grown the ground, evident the muddy trails woven between stagnant pools.
Slow the slide of her paw across the ground, note made of how it shifted, elevation lost in favour of a short incline. Poor her footing, lost until her momentum, paired with the downward slope, left her to fall. The end saw her sprawled haphazardly, partially submerged in the vegetation blanketed water, soft the embankment that seemed set on further dragging her down. Struggle her rise, and her draw away from the shall pool left her fur coated in a thick layer of grime, regarded with what seemed more exasperation than anything.