04-22-2021, 08:10 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Through necessity had he grown well accustomed to loss, how grief pulled at the fine strings tethered to heart, delicate and prone to holding all too tightly, understood it for an old companion had it become. Continued had been a routine built over prior days, an act put upon, afixed the lax neutrality that proved poor cover. The days wore on and those parting words looped through his mind, a ceaseless hum, given no respite as he sought a reason for such. Meagre the impact of other, barely noticeable within the grand scheme, an acquaintance.
Lie, known for what it was and yet still he maintained it, a self made fool.
His own company kept, the silence allowed by such soothing to frayed nerves, temporary a reprieve, however, the use soon to be worn out. The exact frame of time an unknown, ignored in favour of pretending all was well. It never was, cracks fine in a facade hastily pulled together once more. Early his return, annoyance scrawled along pale visage, deep the curl of pursed lips. Deemed a fitting distraction a hunt, accustomed grown the soldier to the land, found and studied the manner prints were left in wake upon the crag laden surface. Empty handed was he, however, further worsened a mood already sullen.
Sought the small hollow which acted as his own private space, weary beneath the simmering heat, a faux rage built to dissuade, show for those who took the hint to heart. Gentle the voice, a stream of thought, echoing notes dulled by distance. Vision turned, sought the one he knew to be the cause, found he with opened tome before. Seen books, plenty and even indulged in at times, though such an activity had been left behind with the days of his youth, a pass time offering nothing but fantastical stories unnecessary as time wore on. It seemed particular the use of this one, if the manner Fragglerock regarded if and then performed a strange gesture was taken into account.
Silver tongued devil offered input before his own voice may rise, an echo reverberating, lesser made only Cleopatra herself. The act of a coward such targeting, a child that one deemed fitting for what may he do against barbed comments, against the threats bearing a thin veil. Little, the impact of which may cause no change, and those present to witness may act only in accordance to the particular laws that governed the way things were done. Alone was she left, a battle not his own to handle, proven that the combatant she targeted was capable of matching her, attention solely upon the rabbit.
"I take it there is a purpose behind this." Accompanied words by a lifted paw, loose the turn it conducted, evident his query was directed towards the spoken letter and corresponding sign.
Lie, known for what it was and yet still he maintained it, a self made fool.
His own company kept, the silence allowed by such soothing to frayed nerves, temporary a reprieve, however, the use soon to be worn out. The exact frame of time an unknown, ignored in favour of pretending all was well. It never was, cracks fine in a facade hastily pulled together once more. Early his return, annoyance scrawled along pale visage, deep the curl of pursed lips. Deemed a fitting distraction a hunt, accustomed grown the soldier to the land, found and studied the manner prints were left in wake upon the crag laden surface. Empty handed was he, however, further worsened a mood already sullen.
Sought the small hollow which acted as his own private space, weary beneath the simmering heat, a faux rage built to dissuade, show for those who took the hint to heart. Gentle the voice, a stream of thought, echoing notes dulled by distance. Vision turned, sought the one he knew to be the cause, found he with opened tome before. Seen books, plenty and even indulged in at times, though such an activity had been left behind with the days of his youth, a pass time offering nothing but fantastical stories unnecessary as time wore on. It seemed particular the use of this one, if the manner Fragglerock regarded if and then performed a strange gesture was taken into account.
Silver tongued devil offered input before his own voice may rise, an echo reverberating, lesser made only Cleopatra herself. The act of a coward such targeting, a child that one deemed fitting for what may he do against barbed comments, against the threats bearing a thin veil. Little, the impact of which may cause no change, and those present to witness may act only in accordance to the particular laws that governed the way things were done. Alone was she left, a battle not his own to handle, proven that the combatant she targeted was capable of matching her, attention solely upon the rabbit.
"I take it there is a purpose behind this." Accompanied words by a lifted paw, loose the turn it conducted, evident his query was directed towards the spoken letter and corresponding sign.