07-21-2018, 10:57 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]"As tave myliu."
Soft paws carried the child through the land, firm and determined despite the small size of who they were attached to: a small, scarred body, looking half dead from both exhaustion and infection, dull eyes invisible under a skull that hid them from sight. It had been weeks, now. Perhaps even months, actually, Myliu had long since lost track of time and could only really tell that his age was three months now.
"As tave myliu."
As tave myliu. The first and last words ever spoken to him, the only ones he knew, the ones he based his entire identity off of despite not even knowing their meaning. It was sad that he could not recall who it was who said them to him. Perhaps it was a mother? An aunt? Sister, maybe, but in all reality it could have been some stranger for all Myliu recalled of them.
He remembered them dying, but not much else, murmuring that phrase over and over again until it was all that the child could remember.
As tave myliu.
Three words that kept him alive despite the fact that he couldn't even speak them. Three words that made the pain alright. Three words that the child would take to the grave, if someone did not come to see him soon enough, for his paws were getting tired, and the wounds were getting worse, and the sentence was starting to sound like the call of the heavens rather than that of reality as he continued to stumble through the territory, looking for something he could not even understand.
Soft paws carried the child through the land, firm and determined despite the small size of who they were attached to: a small, scarred body, looking half dead from both exhaustion and infection, dull eyes invisible under a skull that hid them from sight. It had been weeks, now. Perhaps even months, actually, Myliu had long since lost track of time and could only really tell that his age was three months now.
"As tave myliu."
As tave myliu. The first and last words ever spoken to him, the only ones he knew, the ones he based his entire identity off of despite not even knowing their meaning. It was sad that he could not recall who it was who said them to him. Perhaps it was a mother? An aunt? Sister, maybe, but in all reality it could have been some stranger for all Myliu recalled of them.
He remembered them dying, but not much else, murmuring that phrase over and over again until it was all that the child could remember.
As tave myliu.
Three words that kept him alive despite the fact that he couldn't even speak them. Three words that made the pain alright. Three words that the child would take to the grave, if someone did not come to see him soon enough, for his paws were getting tired, and the wounds were getting worse, and the sentence was starting to sound like the call of the heavens rather than that of reality as he continued to stumble through the territory, looking for something he could not even understand.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden