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ultimum eques
the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
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the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
tags
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Home. Simple a word that bore a grandeur beyond limitation, malleable and thus impermanent, edges shaped by the one who held it against their tongue. Similar the time he had seen pass as that the lagamorph had whittled away within a scape barren yet alive, rich in a manner he had grown comfortable with, the sentimentality of such not pressed into the unyielding land. Undeserving of it, maybe, though to whom one may cast the judgement an unknown, fickle a callous heart that beat in a slow rhythm.
Spring a delicate balm, warmth embedded in the spill of golden light that seemed a veil across terrain largely formed from rocky peaks dressed with thin grass, hum light against the edge of his breath. Old the songs that danced against the held tip of his tongue, marching beats grown jovial as they were twisted and reshaped, unconscious the manner lips curled. Gone it all beneath the harsh clatter, metal harsh as it was drawn against the taunt stretch of cable. Known the existence of the zip lines that crossed the landscape, their beginning at an altitude he found unpleasant and thus never utilised, unnecessary no matter the distance he travelled. Never had they been used, maintained and tested, confusion alighting where once a gentle joy rested.
Auburn carved a fragment out of the belly of the sky, high the voice that rose in brief existence, gone as continued the descent. Distant the idea of following, assistance that may be given impractical and the outcome likely to cause further distress than it was to align with the intent, forth drawn as further movement caught his wandering vision. Panic evident in the manner the other moved, every step made to further quickened a pace that seemed incapable of it, thoughtless in pursuit. To discern what caused his own momentum to increase, languid a pace grown a mirror, a frantic stretch that allowed a simmering heat to lick along aged muscle and impart an ache he knew would only increase, difficult. Was it the realisation, the thought that the identity of the other had been easily discerned, or the cry that rang forth with a note that spoke of terror. A finality was in that vocalisation, a terror lacing a realisation.
Late his arrival, the final spiral of descent that which caught and held his attention, the hammer of his heart seemingly ceaseless even as laughter bubbled, amusement mingling among the remnants of fear. It seemed the child was more than the eye may perceive, though such Vincent would have believed without deminstration. Still was his breath short and broken by laughter, at times sputtered to a halt as he coughed and drew a ragged breath, dragging steps drawing him closer.
"I had thought pigs flying would be impossible, but when rabbits can maybe the day will come." Rough his voice, grating as it bypassed a wince that rose to brief existence along his lips, head turned as his throat was cleared. Light the remark, one to sooth the atmosphere that crackled with tension, paired with that he thought he had grown incapable of. Distance closed and the length of his tail gently lowered, against shoulderblades sought to fall, small the smile he would direct to Aesior if he was allowed to offer this small comfort to the Talonguard.
A voice broke the silence that proceeded his own, regarded Arlo for a moment before he began to speak. "I can do it if it, seems best to not distract the leader with such menial tasks and I believe the lesson has been learnt." Once more Fraggle was caught in his sight, his state enough to make true his statement. "If you are up for it I would gladly accept assistance, but only if you wish to."
[/td][/tr][/table]Spring a delicate balm, warmth embedded in the spill of golden light that seemed a veil across terrain largely formed from rocky peaks dressed with thin grass, hum light against the edge of his breath. Old the songs that danced against the held tip of his tongue, marching beats grown jovial as they were twisted and reshaped, unconscious the manner lips curled. Gone it all beneath the harsh clatter, metal harsh as it was drawn against the taunt stretch of cable. Known the existence of the zip lines that crossed the landscape, their beginning at an altitude he found unpleasant and thus never utilised, unnecessary no matter the distance he travelled. Never had they been used, maintained and tested, confusion alighting where once a gentle joy rested.
Auburn carved a fragment out of the belly of the sky, high the voice that rose in brief existence, gone as continued the descent. Distant the idea of following, assistance that may be given impractical and the outcome likely to cause further distress than it was to align with the intent, forth drawn as further movement caught his wandering vision. Panic evident in the manner the other moved, every step made to further quickened a pace that seemed incapable of it, thoughtless in pursuit. To discern what caused his own momentum to increase, languid a pace grown a mirror, a frantic stretch that allowed a simmering heat to lick along aged muscle and impart an ache he knew would only increase, difficult. Was it the realisation, the thought that the identity of the other had been easily discerned, or the cry that rang forth with a note that spoke of terror. A finality was in that vocalisation, a terror lacing a realisation.
Late his arrival, the final spiral of descent that which caught and held his attention, the hammer of his heart seemingly ceaseless even as laughter bubbled, amusement mingling among the remnants of fear. It seemed the child was more than the eye may perceive, though such Vincent would have believed without deminstration. Still was his breath short and broken by laughter, at times sputtered to a halt as he coughed and drew a ragged breath, dragging steps drawing him closer.
"I had thought pigs flying would be impossible, but when rabbits can maybe the day will come." Rough his voice, grating as it bypassed a wince that rose to brief existence along his lips, head turned as his throat was cleared. Light the remark, one to sooth the atmosphere that crackled with tension, paired with that he thought he had grown incapable of. Distance closed and the length of his tail gently lowered, against shoulderblades sought to fall, small the smile he would direct to Aesior if he was allowed to offer this small comfort to the Talonguard.
A voice broke the silence that proceeded his own, regarded Arlo for a moment before he began to speak. "I can do it if it, seems best to not distract the leader with such menial tasks and I believe the lesson has been learnt." Once more Fraggle was caught in his sight, his state enough to make true his statement. "If you are up for it I would gladly accept assistance, but only if you wish to."
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