Psycho [Open]

Psycho [Open]

Murdock Posts: 198

Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Gaz

12-19-2012, 09:40 PM

M U R D O C K
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?

Murdock shivered slightly as the cold bit at his exposed sides. With his thick feathers no longer guarding his body, his flesh was unprotected from the harsh wind and stinging ice. He continued to fawn over the small shrub, nudging it ever so gently with his velvety nose to rid it of its snowy burden. It must be so hard for such a little plant to survive in such a big world; and all alone, too. He was so absorbed in his task that he hardly noticed the sound of approaching footfalls until a shadow blocked what little sunlight spilled through the clouds.

He looked upwards nervously, staring right into the face of a black mare. A peculiar horn twisted from her forehead, and it appeared to have quite the collection of sharp-pointed thorns sprouting from it. A childish grin split across his face, but he quickly noticed she did not share his good humor. Her black eyes held a dangerous look, and for a moment he was worried that he had found himself in a very bad position. Perhaps he had, but he relaxed slightly as laughter rang out from the unicorn’s mouth. He noticed the harsh judgment in her eyes and the sharpness in her voice, and decided he would not do her the honor of standing to greet her.

From where he lay upon the snow, he frowned slightly as he digested her words. She was clearly mocking him, but he could not decide whether to retaliate with sharp words of his own, or to simply let her have her fun. He settled upon the latter, and leaned towards her ever so slightly with a smile on his face. He was used to playing the fool, and it was a role he had gotten rather good at. “Shh! Don’t want to startle it, do you?” he scolded, curling his feathers protectively about the pathetic shrub. She seemed to be of much harsher manner than he, and though he doubted she would make an attempt at his ‘friend’s’ life, he would not take the chance.

“Now, what brings you out here in the middle of such a storm?” he asked casually, masking the hint of nervousness that laced his voice with a slight cough. Perhaps she was one of those racist stick-heads from the Basin, and if so, he wanted nothing to do with her. Perhaps he was over-thinking things, but there was nothing he hated more than those who held to such narrow-minded views, and if she was here to pick a fight he would sure as hell give her one.

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Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 12-19-2012, 07:40 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 12-19-2012, 09:17 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 12-19-2012, 09:40 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 12-20-2012, 02:09 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 12-20-2012, 07:22 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 12-27-2012, 02:55 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 12-28-2012, 11:56 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 12-29-2012, 02:58 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 12-30-2012, 02:10 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 01-03-2013, 09:15 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 01-06-2013, 04:11 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 01-09-2013, 01:41 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 01-12-2013, 12:05 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 01-14-2013, 11:02 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 01-17-2013, 01:37 AM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Chernobyl - 01-20-2013, 04:39 PM

RE: Psycho [Open] - by Murdock - 01-20-2013, 04:47 PM

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