03-21-2021, 03:02 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A time once simple, unburdened shoulder grown tense beneath accumulated weight when all was softened beneath the sheen of innocence. Understood now naivety that which painted all with a rosen hue, allowed too long, peeled back when too far had it all gone, cruelty in a wake up call ringing through each moment even as the years whittled down the memories. Eased in part his heart, tempered his conflict with pitiful scraps of information, the prolonged existence of his once home in some fashion a reprieve. Nothing may last for too long a time, however, expected yet against the downfall that lay just upon the horizon.
Within no uncertain terms informed it had come to pass. Meagre the use of words being softened, careful their deliberation and use, messenger he could not rage against even as the wish burrowed deep. Basic his understanding, that gathered prior to that instance where talk and stilled and bitter grown a once calm atmosphere, enough it.
No true purpose dictated the direction in which he walked, wanting only a chance that may clear his head, lost his thoughts within a dense fog, exhaustion pulling at unravelling threads. Such his downfall, or it may have been fortune was kind, loose grains falling away, dense the well packed soil he traversed, brushed against by the undergrowth. Distance further closing, each step loose, nothing there but the simmering heat. His stomach clenched and rolled, sickness without cause, nausea begun for too deep had he dug through reconstructed memories.
Such inexcusable, yet could not be halted. A comfort was in it even as it acted as plentiful fuel, too much blood spilt by a single individual, twisted and broken down, made into what he might never be simply because he was a coward.
Voices. Forth ears swivelled, head rising without conscious thought, peered into the dappled light and shade that encased thick vegetation. Known this place, though often avoided for the tracks lay too close, taken along by what was thought his only family, expanded a tally that was once only two. Gut twisted, knots forming as he swallowed his apprehension. He knew them, though first lost the name was not, heart rising until lodged firmly in the base of his throat. Too many harmed while he had been idle, hers a name he refused to see act as addition to the list.
Closer Harland stepped, unsure at first until words registered, clear the spat title, stilled his momentum for a time. Coalition. Spoken of those beneath that banner, those who had ravaged a land he once loved, stole it and desecrated what little memory was left of his home. Rage filled the empty hollow of his chest, carved grooves through his heart, burning agony voiced in hoarse hiss bypassing clenched teeth. Silenced as scene was entered, voice dwindly, war raged between his anger and alarm across his countenance.
Vayne, the child stolen away and abandoned, one he cared for against his own better wishes. Away vision moving, looked to the intruder, a fool supposedly bearing a desire to end his pitiful existence here, or maybe just an idiot. His anger quelled some small degree for he bore no wish to subject Vayne to that which populated his thoughts his steps drew him to Michael, at his side halting. Too close the proximity, enough almost felt his dark coat against his side with each breath, the proximity calming and thus maintained.
Within no uncertain terms informed it had come to pass. Meagre the use of words being softened, careful their deliberation and use, messenger he could not rage against even as the wish burrowed deep. Basic his understanding, that gathered prior to that instance where talk and stilled and bitter grown a once calm atmosphere, enough it.
No true purpose dictated the direction in which he walked, wanting only a chance that may clear his head, lost his thoughts within a dense fog, exhaustion pulling at unravelling threads. Such his downfall, or it may have been fortune was kind, loose grains falling away, dense the well packed soil he traversed, brushed against by the undergrowth. Distance further closing, each step loose, nothing there but the simmering heat. His stomach clenched and rolled, sickness without cause, nausea begun for too deep had he dug through reconstructed memories.
Such inexcusable, yet could not be halted. A comfort was in it even as it acted as plentiful fuel, too much blood spilt by a single individual, twisted and broken down, made into what he might never be simply because he was a coward.
Voices. Forth ears swivelled, head rising without conscious thought, peered into the dappled light and shade that encased thick vegetation. Known this place, though often avoided for the tracks lay too close, taken along by what was thought his only family, expanded a tally that was once only two. Gut twisted, knots forming as he swallowed his apprehension. He knew them, though first lost the name was not, heart rising until lodged firmly in the base of his throat. Too many harmed while he had been idle, hers a name he refused to see act as addition to the list.
Closer Harland stepped, unsure at first until words registered, clear the spat title, stilled his momentum for a time. Coalition. Spoken of those beneath that banner, those who had ravaged a land he once loved, stole it and desecrated what little memory was left of his home. Rage filled the empty hollow of his chest, carved grooves through his heart, burning agony voiced in hoarse hiss bypassing clenched teeth. Silenced as scene was entered, voice dwindly, war raged between his anger and alarm across his countenance.
Vayne, the child stolen away and abandoned, one he cared for against his own better wishes. Away vision moving, looked to the intruder, a fool supposedly bearing a desire to end his pitiful existence here, or maybe just an idiot. His anger quelled some small degree for he bore no wish to subject Vayne to that which populated his thoughts his steps drew him to Michael, at his side halting. Too close the proximity, enough almost felt his dark coat against his side with each breath, the proximity calming and thus maintained.