Sticks And Stones

the Rift

[OPEN] Sticks And Stones

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

11-10-2014, 12:41 AM

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"DAMNIT!" Bucephalus irritably kicked the rock with his hoof, ears flattening against his skull. He had been trying to grind and rub the rock into a new shape, a skill from his homeland. But the stubborn stone refused to yield even as he tried(knowing it would fail) to sing the Sacre of his will to it. These stones were deaf. Everything was deaf here.

He turned and paced in a circle for a bit, feathers bristled in agitation. Maybe Crafter was a bad decision, how could he hope to create anything without the melody of the very world itself? No. He refused to be rendered helpless by the loss of the Sacre. So he sank back down to the sand before the stone, shifting a bit until he was laying somewhat sideways to the stone, but facing it. Then he lifted his wing, fluffing the feathers on the arch of his wing before he began to rub the stone, his path the exact same every time.

As he did this, he moved his head to the stone, half humming, half singing a melody to try and coax the rock to soften, to allow him to turn an already beautiful thing into something even more grand. But the stone would not yield. Still the black persisted, as he had the entire morning from when he woke to now sometime late afternoon. For all his efforts the entire day, there was only the shallowest of furrows where he swept his wing across. At this rate it would take him years for just this one stone, and he wasn't sure if he could handle that judging by the growing soreness in his shoulder. This movement wasn't natural for this long of time. But still Bucephalus tried to coax the stone, occasionally flicking sand into the furrow to help grind out the furrow. He was completely absorbed in his task, singing softly and seemingly petting a rock. To anyone on the outside, he'd look bloody insane.

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