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11-06-2012, 07:04 PM
The dashing stallion was ready to prove himself to his herd. He wanted something that would make him stand out… something that no horse would expect of him. He hoped for a power that would make him more of who he was. Every horse in the herd pretty much had a power, so he felt that maybe if he was lucky enough to get a chance to have a power, he would treasure it forever. Of course, he would only use it for good, and maybe for self-defense if he needed it.
The thoughts of the powers he could get crosses his mind. First he thought of SANDSTORM. This power has the ability to create sandstorms that veil the user and impair the image of the victim. Next he thought of CRYSTALLIZE. This power has the ability to coat objects and living beings in a layer of crystal. Preserves the object within as it was when it became encased can be broken through use of external force. Finally, he thought of Ice breath. The ability to breathe out a multicolor fog that upon touch freezes, creating a layer of very cold rim frost. It will kill weaker plant life, numb muscles and, if exposed to it for a long time, cause frostbite.
Trotting quietly, like a windless night, he planned his journey to go to the gods. Every step he took he felt extremely nervous because he wasn’t the type with much luck. Keeping his head on the trail he finally made it after a night’s worth of travel.
(For the powers, I couldn’t deciede for him which one so maybe (if Levi is chosen) one of the gods could choose for him based on his personality.)
The thoughts of the powers he could get crosses his mind. First he thought of SANDSTORM. This power has the ability to create sandstorms that veil the user and impair the image of the victim. Next he thought of CRYSTALLIZE. This power has the ability to coat objects and living beings in a layer of crystal. Preserves the object within as it was when it became encased can be broken through use of external force. Finally, he thought of Ice breath. The ability to breathe out a multicolor fog that upon touch freezes, creating a layer of very cold rim frost. It will kill weaker plant life, numb muscles and, if exposed to it for a long time, cause frostbite.
Trotting quietly, like a windless night, he planned his journey to go to the gods. Every step he took he felt extremely nervous because he wasn’t the type with much luck. Keeping his head on the trail he finally made it after a night’s worth of travel.
(For the powers, I couldn’t deciede for him which one so maybe (if Levi is chosen) one of the gods could choose for him based on his personality.)
