03-31-2018, 01:07 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12.5px; width: 420px; line-height: 100%; color: black; margin-top: 10px"][justify]darkness, broken only by dim pulses of light, scattered few and far between. the whistles of wind in the treetops, harsh whispers of voices he didn't know, voices lowered so that he couldn't hear. the boy knew nothing, felt barely more than a few fleeting moments of pain through his dulled senses, flashes of burgundy red amid the inky black. perhaps there was more to life outside the walls of his mind, if only the boy sought escape, rather than remaining content with the muted captivity he'd known. sometimes he would let his thoughts wander, faces without names and words with no meaning drifting to the surface of his mind, ever so briefly, before sinking down into inky oblivion once more. this was what the boy knew, all he'd ever known, really. the darkness brought comfort, the faces sparking curiosity, but never enough that the boy would pursue it. and so it continued, blissful oblivion broken only occasionally by sentient thought or abnormalities from the outside world. it continued, until one day, it stopped, ad everything the boy knew was torn and discarded.
blinding white seared across the boy's vision, as blood red eyes cracked open for the first time in two month's passing. the mid afternoon sun burned bright in the center of his vision, its light catching on all the snow around him. stiff muscles ached in protest as the boy's instincts told him to get up, move, after going so long unused. bright eyes slowly surveyed his surroundings as they adjusted to the light, soft white hair falling over his shoulders as the boy moved to stand on shaky legs, only to tumble once more into the snow as he lost balance. this was a strange place indeed, covered in white, soft and cold to the touch, not unlike porcelain cheeks flushed pale red in the chilled spring air. the boy rose to his feet once more, slowly this time, and took a few tentative steps forward, marveling at the sound of snow crunching beneath his feet, and the way wind tugged at silky hair.
if an outsider where to observe the scene, they might find themselves strangely endeared by this odd boy, with hair down to his back, white as snow, and eyes the color of fresh summer roses. he wore a plain burgundy shirt, underneath a black jacket with a worn red emblem on the back and breast. slim legs were covered by black skinny jeans, a pair of old black converse on his feet. around his neck was a set of silver dogtags, one of which - if someone were to get close enough to see - read gabriel chase. all in all, the outfit didn't look particularly warm, but if the boy was bothered by the cold, he didn't show it. he merely walked through the forest, his eyes large and full of wonder, gait strangely reminiscent of a newborn fawn, walking on his own for the first time.
after near four hours of aimless wandering, the boy stumbled across a curious sight; a lodge, in the middle of these snowy peaks. to tell the truth, he hadn't paid much thought to shelter, though the sun had started towards it's path behind the mountains, and the air around him grew colder with each passing breath. he hadn't noticed the cold until now, icy chills creeping throughout his slender figure as he contemplated the shelter. the boy could see movement through the large glass windows, so he knew there were others in there, but would they welcome him, or turn him away?
blinding white seared across the boy's vision, as blood red eyes cracked open for the first time in two month's passing. the mid afternoon sun burned bright in the center of his vision, its light catching on all the snow around him. stiff muscles ached in protest as the boy's instincts told him to get up, move, after going so long unused. bright eyes slowly surveyed his surroundings as they adjusted to the light, soft white hair falling over his shoulders as the boy moved to stand on shaky legs, only to tumble once more into the snow as he lost balance. this was a strange place indeed, covered in white, soft and cold to the touch, not unlike porcelain cheeks flushed pale red in the chilled spring air. the boy rose to his feet once more, slowly this time, and took a few tentative steps forward, marveling at the sound of snow crunching beneath his feet, and the way wind tugged at silky hair.
if an outsider where to observe the scene, they might find themselves strangely endeared by this odd boy, with hair down to his back, white as snow, and eyes the color of fresh summer roses. he wore a plain burgundy shirt, underneath a black jacket with a worn red emblem on the back and breast. slim legs were covered by black skinny jeans, a pair of old black converse on his feet. around his neck was a set of silver dogtags, one of which - if someone were to get close enough to see - read gabriel chase. all in all, the outfit didn't look particularly warm, but if the boy was bothered by the cold, he didn't show it. he merely walked through the forest, his eyes large and full of wonder, gait strangely reminiscent of a newborn fawn, walking on his own for the first time.
after near four hours of aimless wandering, the boy stumbled across a curious sight; a lodge, in the middle of these snowy peaks. to tell the truth, he hadn't paid much thought to shelter, though the sun had started towards it's path behind the mountains, and the air around him grew colder with each passing breath. he hadn't noticed the cold until now, icy chills creeping throughout his slender figure as he contemplated the shelter. the boy could see movement through the large glass windows, so he knew there were others in there, but would they welcome him, or turn him away?
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