11-23-2018, 03:49 AM
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Unfamiliar the voice, stranger within all ways. Flick of earth toned gaze touching upon the other, as they are different, set apart amongst the others who bare the shape of a feline for it is not the domestic or those more common but something set apart, their own unique being. Brief the lift of pale toned lips, though about its edges apparent is the unease, the want to fall away into a frown once more. Strange is he, this odd being set apart from all for the mere fact he is not like them, skin beneath the cinnamon dusted fur prickling. “They won't know what hit em,” quiet the hint of laughter beneath words, the glimmer of teeth filled with spaces where some had fallen from the pink gums.
Indeed it was not an idea many may think good, find within a reason to encourage such behaviour, but their ways were their own, something made for them. The title of pirate felt loose, ill fitting in some ways but in a great many it fit into the function of their lives, worked until all that was outside of it found within its place. It mattered little they were not born upon the island, their life began elsewhere with the harsh touch of an uncaring mother, but here they had found something more.
“Okay, I promise,” tone grew solemn, slight the shift of their head. For how young the child was it grew clear they were sharp, gathering information readily though not all was understood, stored away to be drawn upon later, words finding a place within a growing vocabulary though it broke away much of the time, grown simple over time for easier was it when they simple wished to get a point across. “Cooking?” Slight the tilt to cinnamon toned head as the word left pale lips, grown curious. Many times CC had watched Goldie about her work, found watching her handling her tools with practised ease enjoyable, though difficult was it to say as to why. As of yet they had made few attempts to actively assist, their fumbling even of the blunted instrument making it clear it was for the best at this point.
Unfamiliar the voice, stranger within all ways. Flick of earth toned gaze touching upon the other, as they are different, set apart amongst the others who bare the shape of a feline for it is not the domestic or those more common but something set apart, their own unique being. Brief the lift of pale toned lips, though about its edges apparent is the unease, the want to fall away into a frown once more. Strange is he, this odd being set apart from all for the mere fact he is not like them, skin beneath the cinnamon dusted fur prickling. “They won't know what hit em,” quiet the hint of laughter beneath words, the glimmer of teeth filled with spaces where some had fallen from the pink gums.
Indeed it was not an idea many may think good, find within a reason to encourage such behaviour, but their ways were their own, something made for them. The title of pirate felt loose, ill fitting in some ways but in a great many it fit into the function of their lives, worked until all that was outside of it found within its place. It mattered little they were not born upon the island, their life began elsewhere with the harsh touch of an uncaring mother, but here they had found something more.
“Okay, I promise,” tone grew solemn, slight the shift of their head. For how young the child was it grew clear they were sharp, gathering information readily though not all was understood, stored away to be drawn upon later, words finding a place within a growing vocabulary though it broke away much of the time, grown simple over time for easier was it when they simple wished to get a point across. “Cooking?” Slight the tilt to cinnamon toned head as the word left pale lips, grown curious. Many times CC had watched Goldie about her work, found watching her handling her tools with practised ease enjoyable, though difficult was it to say as to why. As of yet they had made few attempts to actively assist, their fumbling even of the blunted instrument making it clear it was for the best at this point.