07-14-2018, 10:29 AM
Death is peaceful, Life is harder.
The world is a constant tangle of emotionless thoughts. Residing in the meadow for an extended amount of time, he can feel the pressure of every nearby conciousness, their influences attempting to climb over the low barrier that was his mind. There was one, however, whose influence demanded notice. The messy tangle of the mare's constant barrage swarmed him in heaps of mindless wanderings. Helpless to prevent its entering, his eas. swiveled as though attempting to catch the sounds of a spoken word. She is worried about coming across as rude and she almost seemed to laugh as she recalls the chastisement of an elder years ago. So in tune to her is he to the tangle of her musings that her voice, finally spoken, is nearly lost to the strength of her mind.
She is different, he senses as much almost immediately as she immediately abandons all tact. An understanding of boundaries does not seem a concept that she recognized, a fact she demonstrated as her lips began to tickle the soft of his flesh. Flinching involuntarily his ears tip to follow the sound of her movements.
"I'm blind," he answered simply wishing he could offer more for an explanation. Alas, in his earliest days he remembered naught but darkness and the thoughts of others.
Inching close to his face he held high as she introduced herself. Her interest towards him is loud and even clearer within the touch of her mind. Maintaining the distance between them her questions are almost overwhelming and he bites back his urge to deliver answers. Instead he simply offers her his name. "Romulus. My name is Romulus."
She is different, he senses as much almost immediately as she immediately abandons all tact. An understanding of boundaries does not seem a concept that she recognized, a fact she demonstrated as her lips began to tickle the soft of his flesh. Flinching involuntarily his ears tip to follow the sound of her movements.
"I'm blind," he answered simply wishing he could offer more for an explanation. Alas, in his earliest days he remembered naught but darkness and the thoughts of others.
Inching close to his face he held high as she introduced herself. Her interest towards him is loud and even clearer within the touch of her mind. Maintaining the distance between them her questions are almost overwhelming and he bites back his urge to deliver answers. Instead he simply offers her his name. "Romulus. My name is Romulus."
Romulus
@[Jenova]