04-18-2021, 09:54 AM
// you dont have to match the length ofc and all you really need is the last sentence of the first paragraph and everything after it
It was not uncommon for Danny to stray away from the safety of the bay on his own, albeit a less than smart decision given his own attack and near murder, but he truly could not help it. He had to, his legs ached with each moment he spent laying in the temple, and while Roan was seeming more stressed with each new patient, it was not the intimidation that the Soothsayer struck into Danny's heart that forced him out. It was no fault of the man's own that the Privateer simply needed to get out almost daily, and wander about until he reached the edges of the territory that the borders of the ocean allowed. He never crossed the railroad either, that would have been too far with no real reason to justify himself. Although something echoed distantly in his subconscious to wander ever farther, he could easily repress it with the overturning decision that it simply was not safe, and that alone kept his wandering thoughts at bay and prevented wandering paws. He wondered if that had even the slightest connection to the brutally vivid visions that played out while he was both bleeding out and while unconscious. Things he could not explain, things he had never once seen in person, and yet it was as if he was remembering something he laid eyes upon enough to recollect it with such fine detail, all the way down to the overlapping of wildflowers and each individual sparkle of fallen snow. The glint of metal and a lake that reflected the stars, faces both familiar and unfamiliar. A sense of emptiness whenever soft brown eyes trailed over the necklaces upon Harland and Diya's necks, a feeling he since blamed on a new budding interest in geology and the previous lack of the golden hoop now nestled securely through his ear. Too often that did not put the emptiness to rest, and as always, he was moving on autopilot to get fresh air. The ocean provided no answers for him, unbeknownst to him, Harland had wandered the same path, a trail that ended where it all began and where his blood used to dye the sand a darkened red. Instead of walking straight into the water, he walked along the edge of the beach until his paws stood in the wet space between the metal bars of the railroad, staring distantly at the mainland that lied at the end of the distance. The scent of salt and sea carried a new scent with it, a scent he had only caught a hint of when Ravenwood had been taken hostage, quite foolishly, by Roxanne.
The Coalition of the Condemned.
Another attack could have been waiting for him, and he could not afford to be injured once more and perhaps even meet the fatality that Caesar had missed. But that was not actually the case, he was not in any danger. As the ocean roared beside him, fur ruffled and his eyes tiredly observing the once alive, now dead feline, draped over the railroad as if they had agitated the mambas that lied in wait below the gate. A bag half off the body claimed his interest, carefully pulling it from the assumed runaway with a sense of self awareness that this was rather strange.
There was a soft clink as he dropped it upon the sand, having carried it back to the bay with a frown. He'd disposed of the body, sending it away in a mini sea burial that was...less than professional, leaving the corpse for the sharks to chew on. He wasn't sure what else to do, and panicked, and sent the deserter off to sea. But that was in the past, he tried not to think about it. His focus was constantly pulling itself back to the roughed up leather bag he had, to his sudden disgust and nervousness, taken from a corpse. Danny kicked it, drawing his paw back when something brought about a sharp pain upon contact, like kicking a stone. A sliver of old metal emerged from a gap. A morbidly curious pull slid the rest out, silvery chain glinting in the sunlight and dragged by the weight of carved spheres not unlike those of Harland's necklace. Danny squinted at the dark grey against transparent and gold, a long and drawn out shiver raising the fur along his spine. He suddenly felt very, very cold, despite what was carved into the rock shard was the sun itself among the clouds.
It was not uncommon for Danny to stray away from the safety of the bay on his own, albeit a less than smart decision given his own attack and near murder, but he truly could not help it. He had to, his legs ached with each moment he spent laying in the temple, and while Roan was seeming more stressed with each new patient, it was not the intimidation that the Soothsayer struck into Danny's heart that forced him out. It was no fault of the man's own that the Privateer simply needed to get out almost daily, and wander about until he reached the edges of the territory that the borders of the ocean allowed. He never crossed the railroad either, that would have been too far with no real reason to justify himself. Although something echoed distantly in his subconscious to wander ever farther, he could easily repress it with the overturning decision that it simply was not safe, and that alone kept his wandering thoughts at bay and prevented wandering paws. He wondered if that had even the slightest connection to the brutally vivid visions that played out while he was both bleeding out and while unconscious. Things he could not explain, things he had never once seen in person, and yet it was as if he was remembering something he laid eyes upon enough to recollect it with such fine detail, all the way down to the overlapping of wildflowers and each individual sparkle of fallen snow. The glint of metal and a lake that reflected the stars, faces both familiar and unfamiliar. A sense of emptiness whenever soft brown eyes trailed over the necklaces upon Harland and Diya's necks, a feeling he since blamed on a new budding interest in geology and the previous lack of the golden hoop now nestled securely through his ear. Too often that did not put the emptiness to rest, and as always, he was moving on autopilot to get fresh air. The ocean provided no answers for him, unbeknownst to him, Harland had wandered the same path, a trail that ended where it all began and where his blood used to dye the sand a darkened red. Instead of walking straight into the water, he walked along the edge of the beach until his paws stood in the wet space between the metal bars of the railroad, staring distantly at the mainland that lied at the end of the distance. The scent of salt and sea carried a new scent with it, a scent he had only caught a hint of when Ravenwood had been taken hostage, quite foolishly, by Roxanne.
The Coalition of the Condemned.
Another attack could have been waiting for him, and he could not afford to be injured once more and perhaps even meet the fatality that Caesar had missed. But that was not actually the case, he was not in any danger. As the ocean roared beside him, fur ruffled and his eyes tiredly observing the once alive, now dead feline, draped over the railroad as if they had agitated the mambas that lied in wait below the gate. A bag half off the body claimed his interest, carefully pulling it from the assumed runaway with a sense of self awareness that this was rather strange.
There was a soft clink as he dropped it upon the sand, having carried it back to the bay with a frown. He'd disposed of the body, sending it away in a mini sea burial that was...less than professional, leaving the corpse for the sharks to chew on. He wasn't sure what else to do, and panicked, and sent the deserter off to sea. But that was in the past, he tried not to think about it. His focus was constantly pulling itself back to the roughed up leather bag he had, to his sudden disgust and nervousness, taken from a corpse. Danny kicked it, drawing his paw back when something brought about a sharp pain upon contact, like kicking a stone. A sliver of old metal emerged from a gap. A morbidly curious pull slid the rest out, silvery chain glinting in the sunlight and dragged by the weight of carved spheres not unlike those of Harland's necklace. Danny squinted at the dark grey against transparent and gold, a long and drawn out shiver raising the fur along his spine. He suddenly felt very, very cold, despite what was carved into the rock shard was the sun itself among the clouds.
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
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