| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
05-20-2013, 09:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2013, 04:25 PM by Official.)
Murdock seemed rather prone to completely mental dreams lately. Night after night he would awake to foggy memories of the most curious and impossible escapades. Last night, he had stood in a field of violet grass surrounded by vibrant blue flowers with butterfly wings, and the night before he had stood amongst a forest of talking trees. His dreams provided an abundance of alternate realities he enjoyed living in, but nothing was quite as pleasant and comforting as his new home in the Foothills. He looked forward to sleeping in the depths of his cave every evening, but even more he awaited dawn with childish excitement.
Now, he looked out from the ledge of his cave, his limbs stiff from sleep and his eyes hardly half-open. His mind still spun from his last ethereal adventure, but he pushed it aside to admire the beauty of the morning. The sun had just crested the peaks of the Foothills, leaving the lower cliffs still shrouded in darkness as the light had yet to reach the floor of the valley. Frost clung to the thread-like branches at the base of the mountain, weak sunlight illuminating the ice crystals to give the trees thin haloes of gold.
He had chosen this cave on the cliff-face as his home for sentimental reasons, as he was a creature of habit and the dark cavern much like the one he had been raised in brought him comfort when comfort was scarce. However, a new day had arrived and its safety was no longer needed as far more interesting events lay ahead on the horizon. Today, Murdock had decided he would deviate from his pre-programmed path and do something different. He was bored with his aimless wanderings and arduous patrols, and he was eager to seek out some excitement.
Spreading his wings, he dropped off the ledge into the wind. His course was set north toward the Heavenly Fields where he hoped to acquire a sparring partner or perhaps simply a lively conversation. It had been weeks since he had last seen Chernobyl or even had a decent interaction with anyone, but he didn’t have time to fly up to the Steppe as often as he liked and his duties as an Executioner left him somewhat isolated. He would not dwell on such thoughts, however, and instead focused on the red and gold trees that passed beneath him as he fought the north wind higher into the sky.
The sun was warm upon his back despite the bite of the wind, but he continued upwards into thinner air and towards the distant shape of the fields. The sky was clear and blue save for the pale wisps of cirrus clouds high above, but despite the fair weather the wind was proving to be challenging to overcome. Finally, the edge of the meadow loomed closer and he angled his body down toward it, grateful to be ending his struggle with the head wind as he slipped across the air to land lightly among the golden grass. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as the purple grasses that had surrounded him in his dream, but it was a pleasant scene nonetheless.
He remained still for a few minutes, taking in the closeness of the sky and the warmth of the sun. He would’ve been content to simply stand in the centre of the field and take in the sights for the duration of the day, but that was not why he had come. Despite the lack of activity around his homeland, he was still oblivious to other occurrences that continued behind his back. He was still unaware of the presence of his ‘doppleganger’ and the confusion he was causing, but for how long would his opposite be able to cover his tracks?
Murdock turned his back to the sun and the wind, lifting his face toward the sky and inhaling the pure, thin air. The fields seemed to be empty save for himself, but he would soon find out if he was truly alone. Rearing up on his hind legs, he spread his wings and called out a challenge into the clear air. His voice rang out across the meadow as the strong wind seemed to sweep the sound away, pulling at his feathers and hair as it rushed past. Excitement and anticipation filled his chest as he waited hopefully and patiently, eager to test his fighting skills once more and get in some practice.
(OOC: 800 word maximum for posts, no magic or companions.
Setting – Heavenly Fields at dawn. The air is very cool and crisp with a strong wind coming from the north. The sky is clear and the sunlight is warm, and the ground is uneven and littered with rocks.
3 attack posts with 1 closing defense. Judged.)
"talk talk talk"
Wind me up, put me down
Start me off and watch me go
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[JUDGED] Into the Fire [Andromeda]
