01-15-2020, 10:03 PM
Masks - if he were a poet, or someone else with a grudge against society, his mind would've jumped to the thought that most people wear masks, but not just the physical kind. Luckily for him, despite his monotone and general lack of socializing these days, he was not quite so antisocial. Just coping.
It was dark, and his eyes were taking in nothing but shadows, the light of the moon dim in the background, blurry, not providing him with enough light to see, only enough to remind him that he couldn't.
The fabric signalling his participation was wrapped tightly around the part of his thorax leading to his abdomen, the cloth soft, but chafing against his hairs nonetheless.
Quietly, he hoped that his black carapace would give him a natural camouflage, though he knew within himself that was a false sort of hope - most of the people in this clan could see in the dark anyways. Damn felines. He was limited to touch, even ignoring semi-recent developments in the seeing department, which left him at a sore disadvantage - though, at the same time, he saw it as a chance to practice for the near future. Navigating by touch would soon become a necessity, after all. So he crouched, hanging down from an overhang, occasionally tapping the ground to 'see' anyone approaching.
It was dark, and his eyes were taking in nothing but shadows, the light of the moon dim in the background, blurry, not providing him with enough light to see, only enough to remind him that he couldn't.
The fabric signalling his participation was wrapped tightly around the part of his thorax leading to his abdomen, the cloth soft, but chafing against his hairs nonetheless.
Quietly, he hoped that his black carapace would give him a natural camouflage, though he knew within himself that was a false sort of hope - most of the people in this clan could see in the dark anyways. Damn felines. He was limited to touch, even ignoring semi-recent developments in the seeing department, which left him at a sore disadvantage - though, at the same time, he saw it as a chance to practice for the near future. Navigating by touch would soon become a necessity, after all. So he crouched, hanging down from an overhang, occasionally tapping the ground to 'see' anyone approaching.
tags - "speech"