04-24-2021, 05:40 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Brief the rise, muscle acting without aid, mind behind gentle twitch. Vision traced over, roved contours marred by scar tissue, a map without end, stories woven through. Thoughts broke, fell along familiar lines, a ponderance over cause. Were the stores he bore of a similar vein as their own, horrid mess the battlefield, torn up mud befouled beneath crimson. Was he a monster, held the guilt of innocence robbed, carved out of the thin veil of existence, forgotten even as their breath fled, stale and putrid.
Eyes close, a sudden blink, another. Movement caught, held in dark field. A hast in the removal of clinging fluid, dark strands tacky, smoothed down beneath the repeated action. Hiding what was known, removing the evidence of embarrassing wound, or, possibly, something of a more simple nature. Disregarded for the moment, seeking answers merely distracting from the query posed prior. Answer came, unwanted thoughts seeping through the cracks.
Breath caught, held in the tightened column of their throat, crushed by a force imperceivable. Lips shift, drawn away form tight clench, lids closing as chin falls. Onslaught painted along that ebony veil, taunt grown muscle, minute the tremor tracing spine, gently working along shoulders.
A corpse swallowed by still water, flat and empty. Cavity torn open, lacking external structure. Skin pulled taunt, ivory those boney fingers wishing to take, working between clenched teeth. Numerous eyes settled among folds, too many legs working in tandem. Openings revealed, miniscule bodies pulled forth, flesh breaking as they fell in a cascade of shifting limbs grasping at the empty air.
Teeth dug, skin broke, tongue awash in old, familiar taste. Copper missing in the dark ichor, similar to that which had once welled along broken skin, cloying and thick, instinctive swallow. Bitter that left behind, eyes never raising, incapable of meeting the violet depths, a challenge there. Believe me or don't. They did and that was the issue. Different from those met. No… Paw rose, strengthened the tremor, gesture vague as attention was purposefully directed towards their face, primarily their chin. Tentacles. Too few eyes.
Eyes close, a sudden blink, another. Movement caught, held in dark field. A hast in the removal of clinging fluid, dark strands tacky, smoothed down beneath the repeated action. Hiding what was known, removing the evidence of embarrassing wound, or, possibly, something of a more simple nature. Disregarded for the moment, seeking answers merely distracting from the query posed prior. Answer came, unwanted thoughts seeping through the cracks.
Breath caught, held in the tightened column of their throat, crushed by a force imperceivable. Lips shift, drawn away form tight clench, lids closing as chin falls. Onslaught painted along that ebony veil, taunt grown muscle, minute the tremor tracing spine, gently working along shoulders.
A corpse swallowed by still water, flat and empty. Cavity torn open, lacking external structure. Skin pulled taunt, ivory those boney fingers wishing to take, working between clenched teeth. Numerous eyes settled among folds, too many legs working in tandem. Openings revealed, miniscule bodies pulled forth, flesh breaking as they fell in a cascade of shifting limbs grasping at the empty air.
Teeth dug, skin broke, tongue awash in old, familiar taste. Copper missing in the dark ichor, similar to that which had once welled along broken skin, cloying and thick, instinctive swallow. Bitter that left behind, eyes never raising, incapable of meeting the violet depths, a challenge there. Believe me or don't. They did and that was the issue. Different from those met. No… Paw rose, strengthened the tremor, gesture vague as attention was purposefully directed towards their face, primarily their chin. Tentacles. Too few eyes.