09-30-2020, 10:47 PM
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There was such a rise in the din, a wave of sound that most didn't notice the fragile mew of a newborn within the borders of the marsh land. Under a fluttering rapid crescendo heartbeat- erratically trying to escape from the tentative rib cage that wrapped around it like vines. Soft tawny fur soaked to the bone. The smell of fresh rain, careful rot, and vibrant vegitation- there was an absence of the needed milk.
She was born and left at the border.
It could be inferred- left to rot along with the sunken wood. Yet the kit had stumbled deeper into the territory on stumbling legs. Instincts driving the kit further towards an unknown civilization where lingering rouge scent- mother looped before trailing back towards the end of the border. Along with it the scent of milk-home
Moss was caught up in their fur, clumps of it dribbling down the left side where an ear should have been. Pathetic cries rising in the sound of cicadas and the rumble of a crocodile nearby rumbling with the contentedness of a good hunt.
A crimson point feline wade into a puddle that reached their chest. They were only weeks after their ear had poped, and brilliant sky blue eyes looked out- searching. Ravenous frame begging for food, shelter- and eyes filling with tears at the frustration.
[align=center][sup][glow=#FF3030,2,300]where is moma?[/glow][/sup]
She was born and left at the border.
It could be inferred- left to rot along with the sunken wood. Yet the kit had stumbled deeper into the territory on stumbling legs. Instincts driving the kit further towards an unknown civilization where lingering rouge scent- mother looped before trailing back towards the end of the border. Along with it the scent of milk-home
Moss was caught up in their fur, clumps of it dribbling down the left side where an ear should have been. Pathetic cries rising in the sound of cicadas and the rumble of a crocodile nearby rumbling with the contentedness of a good hunt.
A crimson point feline wade into a puddle that reached their chest. They were only weeks after their ear had poped, and brilliant sky blue eyes looked out- searching. Ravenous frame begging for food, shelter- and eyes filling with tears at the frustration.
[align=center][sup][glow=#FF3030,2,300]where is moma?[/glow][/sup]
[glow=#212121,2,300]you held it like a mirror[/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] — showing me the life a chose [b]![/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] — showing me the life a chose [b]![/glow]
small kitten of tanglewood . bio . dm for plotting