" my heart whispers for relief, long has it's call echoed. " ‧──────. ♬ .──────‧ achlys let his paws make their own path across the dirt's uncomfortably dry textures, his misty eyes tracking them slowly as they carried him along with their somber tone. he /knew/. fate had always been bluntly laid before him; for how can a harsh, tasteless reality appeal amidst lack of sweetness? so why then did a sliver of himself still hold onto any desire at all for hope? why did a soul sold for a mere bite of bread wish for the smallest chance of freedom despite it's meager value? achlys paused his steps abruptly, stumbling forward from the sudden force. the young feline hurriedly mumbled a rushed apology at whoever had been unlucky enough to have caught the impact, failing to notice it was but a mere rock until much too late. he sighed despondently, slightly embarrassed of his error. none the matter, it seemed he had at last arrived. ‧────────────‧ " but drowned in disbelief, misery's screams are bellowed. " ‧────────────‧ the announcer's voice rang clearly; there was not a single moment of hesitation detectable as each name was called. was there truly no such empathy in this world left? but then again, who was he to judge. he was but a single mere mortal awaiting his chance of survival like the many others surrounding the area. lys tilted his head upward towards the sky, taking subtle note of it's grey hue. if not for the severity of this occasion it would have made nearly the perfect musical subject. perhaps once this was over he could write a poem of the irony of it all. he dropped his head, turning his attention to the announcer once more. ‧────────────‧ " for what but fate's grief, can overtake hope's empty meadows. " ‧────────────‧ despite his careful mental preparation, achlys still felt his stomach tighten at the sound. the same sound he knew must have been uttered at his birth in disappointment; the one which had been doomed from the very beginning. it didn't really surprise him... not really. yes, it would have been foolish to think there would even have been a small percentage of passing. if not this year, than certainly the next, then the next, and so on. an endless cycle counting down his final days, each one closer than the last. so what good would it be to lay in constant wait for the moment? it was much better this way, to end things quickly. would his mark on the world even be more than but a speck amongst the sea anyway? for what value did he hold if one could this easily be erased from history since the moment of arrival into this cruel system? achlys sighed as he began his way towards the announcer slowly, a shadow of dread keeping his steps heavy. yes, what a tragic world indeed. ‧──────. ♬ .──────‧ " a fallen leaf, drifting among the fallow. " ( design note: the thumbnail is not accurate to achlys’ colors or patterns, since his reference has not been finished as of yet!)
