04-14-2021, 06:32 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 7.5pt; max-width: 400px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Too few, and with an ever expanding frame of time separating each fleeting instance, the nights during which he found any measure of rest. Dogged the pursuit of a foul twist, a landscape once light and bountiful grown savage, a hunger in threads pulled apart, unravelling until his mind might only cling to a fraying string. Once he thought himself capable, weathered each for the meagre reprieve of rest, his resolve worn down to nothing.
Still he could hear it, a dull sound ringing in his ears, the crackle and sputter of flames as it consumed all it may reach, the dwindling cries, insults hurled at his feet as they burned. Worst of all was he knew none of the faces, these people that felt so important. Within the moment their names adorned his tongue, rested there like a leaden weight, never allowed to rise. He knew their faces, how important each was, wanted to call for them. Upon waking they were strangers eaten by flame.
Cool still the scraped together material that was in dire need of removal, his presence lacking, had been for the better part of the day. He needed some space. All that was offered when those few came across him upon his traversal of the land, destination lacking, walking simply for it was something he was capable of, his mind fixated on how the landscape opened before him. The downside present in the flow of time, ceaseless the trickle of grains that could not be halted by mere whim, the descent of the sun marked by reluctant acceptance. Difficult had it grown to truly determine the length he had traversed, thoughtless in a meandering that had offered a respite taken as the darkness enveloped, the ache enough to tell it was too far.
Bright the contained flames, a flickering beacon, equal his pleasant hope and dawning horror. He knew that which Aesior had created, enjoyed the flames built within it alongside him and Arlo, still his mind reached and conjured a darker cause. Closer Vincent moved, drawn by a desire to prove himself wrong, wished anything but that his mind drew forth. Stifled the sigh of relief that rose to his lips as his vision settled once more on the stone fixture, again occupied by contained flames. It was no simple fire put upon this occasion, confusion growing as he made note of that present about and within.
Faces present that bring forth smile, curbed the growth even as edge curls ever slightly, away wiped as his mouth parted, yawn hidden behind lifted paw. The idea of continuing was put aside, within the shifting perimeter of light he walked, silent though his breath hitched and rolled, his descent no less soundless. Slow was it, legs folding in deliberate fashion though messy was his position still, exhaustion evident in eyes that roved over the baking treats. "I never took you for a baker." Soft his voice as Vincent spoke, barely suppressed a snicker at the comment Fraggle put forth. Indeed, strange the shape of some, but such was hard to fix when one had to work with paws that lacked the extensive dexterity and ability of hands.
Still he could hear it, a dull sound ringing in his ears, the crackle and sputter of flames as it consumed all it may reach, the dwindling cries, insults hurled at his feet as they burned. Worst of all was he knew none of the faces, these people that felt so important. Within the moment their names adorned his tongue, rested there like a leaden weight, never allowed to rise. He knew their faces, how important each was, wanted to call for them. Upon waking they were strangers eaten by flame.
Cool still the scraped together material that was in dire need of removal, his presence lacking, had been for the better part of the day. He needed some space. All that was offered when those few came across him upon his traversal of the land, destination lacking, walking simply for it was something he was capable of, his mind fixated on how the landscape opened before him. The downside present in the flow of time, ceaseless the trickle of grains that could not be halted by mere whim, the descent of the sun marked by reluctant acceptance. Difficult had it grown to truly determine the length he had traversed, thoughtless in a meandering that had offered a respite taken as the darkness enveloped, the ache enough to tell it was too far.
Bright the contained flames, a flickering beacon, equal his pleasant hope and dawning horror. He knew that which Aesior had created, enjoyed the flames built within it alongside him and Arlo, still his mind reached and conjured a darker cause. Closer Vincent moved, drawn by a desire to prove himself wrong, wished anything but that his mind drew forth. Stifled the sigh of relief that rose to his lips as his vision settled once more on the stone fixture, again occupied by contained flames. It was no simple fire put upon this occasion, confusion growing as he made note of that present about and within.
Faces present that bring forth smile, curbed the growth even as edge curls ever slightly, away wiped as his mouth parted, yawn hidden behind lifted paw. The idea of continuing was put aside, within the shifting perimeter of light he walked, silent though his breath hitched and rolled, his descent no less soundless. Slow was it, legs folding in deliberate fashion though messy was his position still, exhaustion evident in eyes that roved over the baking treats. "I never took you for a baker." Soft his voice as Vincent spoke, barely suppressed a snicker at the comment Fraggle put forth. Indeed, strange the shape of some, but such was hard to fix when one had to work with paws that lacked the extensive dexterity and ability of hands.