10-19-2018, 09:50 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Is a monster created by external input, uncaring want drawing one in, pulling at the threads that tie one into the aspects which permit them sentient thought, or is it something given life from the beginning, seed caught within permitted the chance to flourish only with the ceaseless flow of time.
There is no simplistic answer drawn from such a thing, inquiry fell upon heavy tongue that moved it about, painting cheeks and touching upon lips left cracked and dry. Doubt swelled about the ragged edges, tugged at time and time again as the mind turned back to it, seeking answer never to be given. But it was there, automatic answer given though it fit not the structure of question, words there for it was nothing more then a knee jerk reaction.
I'm a monster. It mattered not what things had been drawn together, be it the nature within the way he acted and viewed the world, moulded by experience that had brought only the savage heat of pain, or the lack of guide, lost within those early days. Dark head rose from where it had rested atop stretched legs, shaking for a brief moment to rid himself of the thoughts but it lingered on the edges. Brief was the raise of memory, the chill of night broken by the sudden heat of skin, teeth breaking through. Faint murmur of sound drawn from clenched teeth and he was moving, given no need for prompt, pulling himself from the space between roots.
A few days had passed since Harland had left the sea side town, the hush of the sea fading until the murmur of wind took hold, heavy travel with minimal chance to give himself time to rest across a land he barely remembered. The first time he had been unconscious for the most part, mind drawn back in brief moments. Finally things seemed to grow familiar, trees opening into wide expanse of a field dotted with flowers uncaring for the cooler weather slow to draw about the land, touches of colour amongst the green. Yet something had stopped him, hesitant as he stood upon the edge of the thicket of trees, left looking upon the large structure he had called home for some time now.
And so Harland had chosen to spend the night within the trees, curled in the space made by roots that had worked up through the earth, listening to others as they passed by, voices familiar, a soft lull that gave him a chance to simply rest. Wide golden eyes blinked, watching the speckled light dance across the leaf litter, contemplating returning. Pain had begin to work through where the skin of his shoulder had been opened, not an overly large injury but enough, mirror image to that he had left upon Bucky, and wrapped around what was left of his leg. Though it had begun to heal still was it clear the injury needed tending to a degree he couldn't handle alone, all of it enough to drive the young Fireball to leave the cover of the trees.
“Hello...?” Gentle thought, crackling edges pushed forth, steps stumbling. It mattered not that he had slept well the night before and he had finally fed still it drained him, pushing even so simple a message out enough to drain what energy was left. Heavily the bombay fell upon his hindquarters, some distance still from the observatory, wondering for brief moment what kind of reception he would receive.
There is no simplistic answer drawn from such a thing, inquiry fell upon heavy tongue that moved it about, painting cheeks and touching upon lips left cracked and dry. Doubt swelled about the ragged edges, tugged at time and time again as the mind turned back to it, seeking answer never to be given. But it was there, automatic answer given though it fit not the structure of question, words there for it was nothing more then a knee jerk reaction.
I'm a monster. It mattered not what things had been drawn together, be it the nature within the way he acted and viewed the world, moulded by experience that had brought only the savage heat of pain, or the lack of guide, lost within those early days. Dark head rose from where it had rested atop stretched legs, shaking for a brief moment to rid himself of the thoughts but it lingered on the edges. Brief was the raise of memory, the chill of night broken by the sudden heat of skin, teeth breaking through. Faint murmur of sound drawn from clenched teeth and he was moving, given no need for prompt, pulling himself from the space between roots.
A few days had passed since Harland had left the sea side town, the hush of the sea fading until the murmur of wind took hold, heavy travel with minimal chance to give himself time to rest across a land he barely remembered. The first time he had been unconscious for the most part, mind drawn back in brief moments. Finally things seemed to grow familiar, trees opening into wide expanse of a field dotted with flowers uncaring for the cooler weather slow to draw about the land, touches of colour amongst the green. Yet something had stopped him, hesitant as he stood upon the edge of the thicket of trees, left looking upon the large structure he had called home for some time now.
And so Harland had chosen to spend the night within the trees, curled in the space made by roots that had worked up through the earth, listening to others as they passed by, voices familiar, a soft lull that gave him a chance to simply rest. Wide golden eyes blinked, watching the speckled light dance across the leaf litter, contemplating returning. Pain had begin to work through where the skin of his shoulder had been opened, not an overly large injury but enough, mirror image to that he had left upon Bucky, and wrapped around what was left of his leg. Though it had begun to heal still was it clear the injury needed tending to a degree he couldn't handle alone, all of it enough to drive the young Fireball to leave the cover of the trees.
“Hello...?” Gentle thought, crackling edges pushed forth, steps stumbling. It mattered not that he had slept well the night before and he had finally fed still it drained him, pushing even so simple a message out enough to drain what energy was left. Heavily the bombay fell upon his hindquarters, some distance still from the observatory, wondering for brief moment what kind of reception he would receive.
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