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Crutch [Destrier; Open]

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The air was thick and humid, and it thrummed with hidden energy, manic expectation. Damn. It was going to rain.

The chatter of the forest quieted down, the silence an expectation for something grand and powerful to come. The sun was hidden now; not moments ago its brilliant rays were shining down through the leaves of the emerald wood. Yet now, it was dark with thick, roiling thunderclouds, and while it was still high noon, the darkness spread amongst the trees and the meadows, lengthening the transparent shadows. A deep rumble sounded some miles away; Safenger could feel it reverberate through the ground underneath him, feel the anger of some wayward God direct His anger to the mortal realm below. The clouds thickened, heavy with their wont and burden, swelling at a prodigious rate; soon they couldn't hold back their charges any longer and they started to tear apart at the seams, leaking fat, heavy drops of water down to the Earth below. They splashed into the dust, mixing it into mud; they clattered onto the leaves of the trees, creating a tinkling melody that echoed throughout the forest; an especially fat specimen decided to land upon Saf's eyelid, seeping past his eyelashes and saturating his eye.

More and more drops of water followed; they splashed onto the fiery stud's coat, saturating his fur and soaking the poor fool-- yet he was powerless to stop the onslaught. He was trapped within his own body, splayed upon the dusty muddy clearing he had stumbled upon. He breathed heavily, snorting hear and there, and yet his body was not his own. Nerves snapped and tingled here and there--his back was aflame and irritated, his neck spasming uncontrollably and his tail tensed, lashing back and forth across the muddy ground-- his eyes were closed tightly, though they feverishly traveled under his lids and his consciousness was in a far away place, stuck in the Abyss, forced to float in the twilight of agony and helplessness. A stray grunt would escape his lips from time to time, but he was surely lost for the time being.

Such was the fashion of springtime; periodic rains to help soothe the dry, aching forests that suffered during the frozen months of winter. The thunderheads slowly emptied their burden upon the forest, the rain becoming heavier and more vicious as time wore on. Fortunately the wind decided to behave itself for the time being, and Safenger was spared the added danger of falling limbs and twisting cyclones. Not that he was aware of these perks, as he was still lost in the labyrinth of his own pain...

All he could do was wait it out...

....and listen to the sound of his own heavy breathing...

...Safenger eventually became aware of a metallic taste on his tongue. His eyes fluttered open; he was momentarily blinded by a startling ray of sunshine. He snorted, attempting to raise his head from a warm, sticky pool about his cheek-- but a strange soreness radiated from his shoulders and his head plopped back into the soup. Mud. His eyes widened at the revelation; grinding his teeth, Safenger attempted to raise his head again, fighting through the discomfort and sitting up on his side. The sky was a clear, opulent blue; the sound of birdsong was loud in his ears, and yet the air smelled brittle and clean, and Saf's whole right side was completely caked in partially dried mud.

Safenger carefully go to his feet, smiling ruefully to himself. Damn, he thought attempting to shake the mud out of his ears, It just rained on me, didn't it?

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Messages In This Thread
Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Safenger - 01-14-2013, 09:30 PM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Paladin - 01-18-2013, 08:58 PM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Destrier - 01-19-2013, 12:10 AM
RE: Crutch [Destrier; Open] - by Safenger - 01-21-2013, 02:05 AM

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