Post by luna/chance on Apr 20, 2006 16:18:55 GMT -5
Ocules gazed onto the snow hued landscape. A single tear, the first produced by its duct, slipped down the chisled visage of the lonely Chance. So perfect, so simple, it slowly made its way down to the bottom of the frowning muzzle, and fell onto the emeralds, which were covered with a frozen layer of hydrogen oxide. The warm tear burned a hole in the icy blanket.
Why bother to live? he thought. With his dam claimed by the dreadful outbreak, the young masc' had no desire, no will to live any longer. The world could have caught on fire at that moment, blazing with the wrath of an almighty god, and Chance would not have budged. He would have stood there, letting the flames rise up onto him and devour him like a beast.
Suddenly, for no particular reason whatsoever, his brawny appendages moved forward. Slowly at first, then with a quickening tempo. Chance felt like he had to move, just to run away from his pitiful self. He broke into a dizzy gallop, at the same time, breaking into a full-on sweat, though the air was frigid. Sometimes, his sharp daggers threw in a miniscule kick, only to relieve the desire to move faster.
Chance slowed the pace quickly, feeling another presence. Not of and equine, but of a higher and more divine level. The bronco could not say how he felt it, maybe it was the gentle tingle along his platform, but something else was existing. Soon, all limbs had come to a complete stop. His prominence was held high, and the auditories prickled forth. Paperthins flared with the unstable words emitted:
" 'Lo, I am cursed Chance. I do believe I am in the presence of something, though I cannot say exactly what. Please do not harm me."
With this, the young fellow took several steps backwards and leaned a muscular arch downwards, to show respect to any and all. Still, the thorns pierced the icy air.
Chance had forgotten his sickening grief for a moment, and when he remembered it, he shuddered with internal pain and sadness. He was grateful, however, that he had allowed himself to move on, even if only for a second or two. This was definitely the first part to overcoming depression.
The topic of the plague and his mother's demise was pushed far from view as he cautiously awaited any answer to his offering of complete peace.
ooc: ok, can I have an example of a power please? Other than that, is this ok?
Why bother to live? he thought. With his dam claimed by the dreadful outbreak, the young masc' had no desire, no will to live any longer. The world could have caught on fire at that moment, blazing with the wrath of an almighty god, and Chance would not have budged. He would have stood there, letting the flames rise up onto him and devour him like a beast.
Suddenly, for no particular reason whatsoever, his brawny appendages moved forward. Slowly at first, then with a quickening tempo. Chance felt like he had to move, just to run away from his pitiful self. He broke into a dizzy gallop, at the same time, breaking into a full-on sweat, though the air was frigid. Sometimes, his sharp daggers threw in a miniscule kick, only to relieve the desire to move faster.
Chance slowed the pace quickly, feeling another presence. Not of and equine, but of a higher and more divine level. The bronco could not say how he felt it, maybe it was the gentle tingle along his platform, but something else was existing. Soon, all limbs had come to a complete stop. His prominence was held high, and the auditories prickled forth. Paperthins flared with the unstable words emitted:
" 'Lo, I am cursed Chance. I do believe I am in the presence of something, though I cannot say exactly what. Please do not harm me."
With this, the young fellow took several steps backwards and leaned a muscular arch downwards, to show respect to any and all. Still, the thorns pierced the icy air.
Chance had forgotten his sickening grief for a moment, and when he remembered it, he shuddered with internal pain and sadness. He was grateful, however, that he had allowed himself to move on, even if only for a second or two. This was definitely the first part to overcoming depression.
The topic of the plague and his mother's demise was pushed far from view as he cautiously awaited any answer to his offering of complete peace.
ooc: ok, can I have an example of a power please? Other than that, is this ok?
