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03-14-2014, 03:18 PM
KARI
Once we were young and blessed with wings
No sacred place we did not soar
Once we were young and blessed with wings
No sacred place we did not soar
He didn't make it more than a few steps however before the creature began to move again. Rather than dissolving into a puddle of ink like he had imagined somewhere in the back of his mind, the foul entity just rolled about while making odd noises. Distracted by this the colt ground to a halt and turned back to stare at the thing, annoyed at the obvious lack of result. A quick glance in the direction of the black filly with the lightning revealed a similarly disappointing result that was at once satisfying and incredibly frustrating. Perhaps it would have been more gracious of him to not gloat at her failures; but Kari didn't feel very generous, just glad that he wasn't the only useless horse around.
Returning his attention back to the task at hand, Kari tried to think through his own idea once again. The sand here hadn't responded as well as the one back in the Pit - why he didn't know, and for now the matter would have to be saved until later. There was no time to study cause and effects of different materials versus his own grades of focus, neither would he be able to leave for the Sanctuary and return with more obedient sand in less than a week - much too long, as the Turtle probably wouldn't very long before appointing a guardian for the egg. While Kari didn't care too much about the thing itself he was easily caught up in the competitive spirit of the task - 'winning' by cleaning up this beach first somehow felt more important even though he knew in his head that it shouldn't be.
So, with sand being ruled out as a possible tool and the majority of the beach covered in snow or ice or both - making the find of any other useful object difficult and highly unlikely - the boy found himself returning to a last resort. The very thought of it was making the frown on his brow deepen, drawing wrinkles and lines around the youthful eyes that rightfully shouldn't have appeared until years into the future. Why, why did he have to have a gift that was based on touch? And why in the name of the Sun did those monsters have to be so dirty?
His entire body language expressed a heartfelt reluctance and disgust as he began heading after the blob as it bounced off, slipping and careening over the slick terrain in an attempt to catch up to it. Hoping to get close enough, Kari reached out his nose to make contact with the inky greasy tar monster. Maybe if he touched it, visions of the critters past could reveal some sort of hint, a suggestion as to what a weakness could consist of. An element it had avoided, a situation that made it flee, maybe even the origin of the disease itself - anything at all that would make up for the time and energy he was spending on this whole thing.
It never really occurred to him that by making contact, the warped darkness and disease that had created this thing might spread to him as well...
ooc: Kari tries to touch his tar monster, in hopes of getting a vision of the past that might reveal a weakness.
HP:42.5Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
