03-21-2021, 06:32 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Revenge. The machinations of one caught in the past, foul play proven a facet alongside dirty tactics, an end more pleasant than any means and thus under the rug swept with ease. Once quiet his own ponderance over such, within those foul depths sunk, drowning as all collapsed, inward drawn until there was nothing but the desire. Too soft the heart cradled between his ribs, however, a gentle and broken thing placed back together with inexperienced hands. His reasoning taken, identity found — or, at the least, believed such, swallowed those sugar coated lies. There was no cause left, nothing to fuel the anger beyond self destruction, tired of it grown as it brought nothing but further turmoil.
The act of a petulant child, temper rising and expressed in tantrum. Had he known the reasoning, bore the story of the original Cipher as so few present on those secluded shores did, such would he become. Preposterous and downright idiotic the notion that supposedly stolen title that which prompted the necessity of such force, though maybe to be expected from the petty beast that deemed himself worthy of a crown made from coal.
Too many the previous assaults, the meagre two enough to tip the balance, aware all made of action that was not wholly understood. Yet they need not parse his intent in full, message almost this, better than that of cadavers left to cool the earth could consume and any well be forgotten. No, this was a continuous reminder, a living example of a folly performed years ago. All prepared for the next, never a matter of if but more grown into when, a conclusion not expected until the perpetrator was left to rot. His own assistance expected and thus his walks became something different, mindless meandering given purpose. Such was not enough to heighten dorment skill grown rusty, a fighter he had never been, his meagre knowledge of medicine cast aside. Nothing more than a tin soldier put out for show awaiting his inevitable fall.
Even during such an early hour too many those passed, their voices coming together, a ceaseless din without proper words, forgone his usual route. Accustomed had he grown to such detours, abandoned the shoreline for the thick growth of the jungle. Little his care for it, and his frequent travels through had done little to lessen the discomfort such closely pressed together vegetation prompted, need enough to force him to tolerate it. Those delicate threads severed, away falling as thoughts did alike, brief the moment of dizziness as his head rose with a sharp movement. Distance stole some of it, carved apart her cries yet could not touch the echoing notes, terror and pain worming through his skull, there pressed until all else was gone.
Familiar the voice though to whom he could not place it known only that it bore a high pitch, the frantic scream that drew forth a cruel thought — a child had been caught this time.
The undergrowth harshly whipped his legs as his momentum begun again, quickened into a pace he knew could only be maintained for so long, too numerous the hazards to allow it to be sustained. Time enough a metallic scent grew prominent, the ambient noise broken, a call for assistance ringing out. Soothed his nerves in some small part when the words registered, the message relayed made clear medical attention was not that far away, unknown as of yet already begun. Of course imparted this knowledge as Harland came to a rather haphazard stop, heavy each breath. Upon the shimmering halo of golden blood his attention fixed, mouth working though soundless was he, voice stolen as looked upon Marianas. The numerous bandages adorning enough to give estimate of her injuries, his stomach turning as new ones found. Finally his eyes moved away, Roan caught and held within wide golden depths, anything better than looking upon the battered child.
The temple. "I don't…" Words dying in moments, his murmur dwindling as again Marianas was looked to for a brief moment. Indeed, large was she, almost as large as either of them though her more meagre weight at least offset how tall she was, too much for him to easily transport. Between them possibly, though awkward would it be. "Could we take her together." Better plan may have been to wait for another of larger stature, one fully capable of carrying a nearly fully grown cat with ease, but he was unsure if they had the benefit of time on their side.
The act of a petulant child, temper rising and expressed in tantrum. Had he known the reasoning, bore the story of the original Cipher as so few present on those secluded shores did, such would he become. Preposterous and downright idiotic the notion that supposedly stolen title that which prompted the necessity of such force, though maybe to be expected from the petty beast that deemed himself worthy of a crown made from coal.
Too many the previous assaults, the meagre two enough to tip the balance, aware all made of action that was not wholly understood. Yet they need not parse his intent in full, message almost this, better than that of cadavers left to cool the earth could consume and any well be forgotten. No, this was a continuous reminder, a living example of a folly performed years ago. All prepared for the next, never a matter of if but more grown into when, a conclusion not expected until the perpetrator was left to rot. His own assistance expected and thus his walks became something different, mindless meandering given purpose. Such was not enough to heighten dorment skill grown rusty, a fighter he had never been, his meagre knowledge of medicine cast aside. Nothing more than a tin soldier put out for show awaiting his inevitable fall.
Even during such an early hour too many those passed, their voices coming together, a ceaseless din without proper words, forgone his usual route. Accustomed had he grown to such detours, abandoned the shoreline for the thick growth of the jungle. Little his care for it, and his frequent travels through had done little to lessen the discomfort such closely pressed together vegetation prompted, need enough to force him to tolerate it. Those delicate threads severed, away falling as thoughts did alike, brief the moment of dizziness as his head rose with a sharp movement. Distance stole some of it, carved apart her cries yet could not touch the echoing notes, terror and pain worming through his skull, there pressed until all else was gone.
Familiar the voice though to whom he could not place it known only that it bore a high pitch, the frantic scream that drew forth a cruel thought — a child had been caught this time.
The undergrowth harshly whipped his legs as his momentum begun again, quickened into a pace he knew could only be maintained for so long, too numerous the hazards to allow it to be sustained. Time enough a metallic scent grew prominent, the ambient noise broken, a call for assistance ringing out. Soothed his nerves in some small part when the words registered, the message relayed made clear medical attention was not that far away, unknown as of yet already begun. Of course imparted this knowledge as Harland came to a rather haphazard stop, heavy each breath. Upon the shimmering halo of golden blood his attention fixed, mouth working though soundless was he, voice stolen as looked upon Marianas. The numerous bandages adorning enough to give estimate of her injuries, his stomach turning as new ones found. Finally his eyes moved away, Roan caught and held within wide golden depths, anything better than looking upon the battered child.
The temple. "I don't…" Words dying in moments, his murmur dwindling as again Marianas was looked to for a brief moment. Indeed, large was she, almost as large as either of them though her more meagre weight at least offset how tall she was, too much for him to easily transport. Between them possibly, though awkward would it be. "Could we take her together." Better plan may have been to wait for another of larger stature, one fully capable of carrying a nearly fully grown cat with ease, but he was unsure if they had the benefit of time on their side.