04-25-2021, 07:47 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Desperation. Too well established, understood and harboured in the cracks, driving force when all else is gone. A coward, petrified beneath veneer of pride, sullied by conviction fleeting and disjointed. Yet always persistent, a cool and rabid pulse, the beat his heart followed, greed directing the hands to carve skin that had broken, the flight taken from his fight.
Opposition the child propelled by intricate imagination, woven reality until it may submit, cries a broken, ceaseless chorus. Meagre the remnants that shifted about, unusable though hard to severe habit pressed into the frame of instinct, slow the inclusion of cranium, swivel began in vain. As it had risen so too the fall came with a suddenness, basic the notion he bore of probable direction. Lacking all else to act as guide this he allowed to draw him forth with a pace languid, hast deemed unnecessary. Close they all, even if the tether thinner where some were concerned, known the habits, such a cry a beacon for any who cared to follow its fleeting trail.
Silence heavy, expected as pale vision found the participants gathered about, venomous and cruel demon the plucked vermin that levelled hard eyes upon the interloper. Expected such treatment, few seemed worthy of anything more, demeaning tongue dipped in silver fit only for the thin veil of empty threats. Or, at the least, such each proven thus far. The other seemed similar, strange to see the manner self was held, wary and drawn taunt muscle, of mild note the constant assessment of the air about.
Around he circled, a figure poorly illuminated in growing halo of light, the dawn unobscured though prolonged by twin peaks, ivory expanse unflattering with extensive scar tissue upon display. Tail flicked at an irregular tempo behind, peculiar that which rose in soft depths of lavender, almost a worry there, misplaced and thus disregard once realisation struck. Away shifting, pages taken in, clear message parsed. It seemed another lost sheep was to be introduced to their fold.
"No one is behind you, if it makes you feel any better I can check to be sure." Soft his tone, for how grating it was, an offer made only with a half-hearted attempt to quell any lingering doubt. Even if evidence was lacking best to at least determine none were present, his assistance in tending to Sethiram more likely to exacerbate the situation thus upon himself was he ready to take the rather useless goose chase.
Opposition the child propelled by intricate imagination, woven reality until it may submit, cries a broken, ceaseless chorus. Meagre the remnants that shifted about, unusable though hard to severe habit pressed into the frame of instinct, slow the inclusion of cranium, swivel began in vain. As it had risen so too the fall came with a suddenness, basic the notion he bore of probable direction. Lacking all else to act as guide this he allowed to draw him forth with a pace languid, hast deemed unnecessary. Close they all, even if the tether thinner where some were concerned, known the habits, such a cry a beacon for any who cared to follow its fleeting trail.
Silence heavy, expected as pale vision found the participants gathered about, venomous and cruel demon the plucked vermin that levelled hard eyes upon the interloper. Expected such treatment, few seemed worthy of anything more, demeaning tongue dipped in silver fit only for the thin veil of empty threats. Or, at the least, such each proven thus far. The other seemed similar, strange to see the manner self was held, wary and drawn taunt muscle, of mild note the constant assessment of the air about.
Around he circled, a figure poorly illuminated in growing halo of light, the dawn unobscured though prolonged by twin peaks, ivory expanse unflattering with extensive scar tissue upon display. Tail flicked at an irregular tempo behind, peculiar that which rose in soft depths of lavender, almost a worry there, misplaced and thus disregard once realisation struck. Away shifting, pages taken in, clear message parsed. It seemed another lost sheep was to be introduced to their fold.
"No one is behind you, if it makes you feel any better I can check to be sure." Soft his tone, for how grating it was, an offer made only with a half-hearted attempt to quell any lingering doubt. Even if evidence was lacking best to at least determine none were present, his assistance in tending to Sethiram more likely to exacerbate the situation thus upon himself was he ready to take the rather useless goose chase.