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02-06-2017, 11:11 AM
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Tilney's marked legs could not carry him fast enough through the marsh, his spinning hooves clinking among brush, bush and bone. Kaos had returned, yet this was not the only dreaded whisp of a thought that richoeted throughout his mind - The little tree-stamped urchin who dwelled at the feet and twitching flank skin of Throat Warriors had been abandoned.
How could he be so stupid? to pull a child from danger only to leave him alone and lost, equally as vulnerable as before.
"BYRON!" The father called; a screech among the chanting wind, a brontide in the sky.
The physicians green gaze crossed diligently, deesperately over the dirty grove where the little boy had last been seen, yet to no avail. He had fled.
"BYRON!"
The cries now came frequently like a siren, as if demanding the world around him to give up his son to him.
Fearing the worst for his unmet son, tears began to spring from his eyes as his scampering steps took him out of the forest and towards the ocean - a place where he had seen too many a fear realised. It was here he had plucked Myrrinne from the waves, here he had been pulled out to an endless demise at sea... yet it had also been here that he had been safely returned home, had met Ultima, and so much more. Would the sea return his son or take him?
"please..." the man uttered tearfully to the roaring waves, standing weakly upon the shore.
How could he be so stupid? to pull a child from danger only to leave him alone and lost, equally as vulnerable as before.
"BYRON!" The father called; a screech among the chanting wind, a brontide in the sky.
The physicians green gaze crossed diligently, deesperately over the dirty grove where the little boy had last been seen, yet to no avail. He had fled.
"BYRON!"
The cries now came frequently like a siren, as if demanding the world around him to give up his son to him.
Fearing the worst for his unmet son, tears began to spring from his eyes as his scampering steps took him out of the forest and towards the ocean - a place where he had seen too many a fear realised. It was here he had plucked Myrrinne from the waves, here he had been pulled out to an endless demise at sea... yet it had also been here that he had been safely returned home, had met Ultima, and so much more. Would the sea return his son or take him?
"please..." the man uttered tearfully to the roaring waves, standing weakly upon the shore.
@byron
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