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04-04-2014, 10:32 AM
OBERON
Can I clear my conscience if I'm different from the rest?
Can I clear my conscience if I'm different from the rest?
When I come to think of it, fighting is much like chasing cyanide with a bucket of brandy; sure it tastes bright, but it is only a matter of time. Joints creaking and muscles groaning in places that I was not even sure I had any. Damn stick-people with their spikes, could not trust a single one of them to play nice and not near impale me, freaks. Do not misunderstand; it had been one hell of a rush, incomparable to nothing I had ever felt before.
The gathering storm clouds had sent me head between knees in search of safer grounds, reverberating booms of thunder whipping across the steppes. How I utterly loath rain. Trees had been scarce and far apart, but after a couple of minutes the stature of a larger tree could be glimpsed through the gathering fog. About goddamn time, and just as I settle beneath the protection of wiring branches heaven’s floodgates open. That had been far too close for my own comfort.
A fatigued sigh escapes me, but my moping thoughts are suddenly interrupted as a sound of movement breaks the clatter of the rain. I looked to either side and- What the hell? My brows furrow as I squint to get a better look. A big blob covered in white feathers rested barely a few meters away at the stem of the tree. It even took me a few seconds to realize exactly what it is. I stood almost hesitant, gazing at it to see if it stirs, not paying much heed to the wind. Nothing. It looks pretty dead to me. Silently I slither closer before extending a hoof and with a little force, nudge at it nonchalantly.
Asshat to the rescue.
The gathering storm clouds had sent me head between knees in search of safer grounds, reverberating booms of thunder whipping across the steppes. How I utterly loath rain. Trees had been scarce and far apart, but after a couple of minutes the stature of a larger tree could be glimpsed through the gathering fog. About goddamn time, and just as I settle beneath the protection of wiring branches heaven’s floodgates open. That had been far too close for my own comfort.
A fatigued sigh escapes me, but my moping thoughts are suddenly interrupted as a sound of movement breaks the clatter of the rain. I looked to either side and- What the hell? My brows furrow as I squint to get a better look. A big blob covered in white feathers rested barely a few meters away at the stem of the tree. It even took me a few seconds to realize exactly what it is. I stood almost hesitant, gazing at it to see if it stirs, not paying much heed to the wind. Nothing. It looks pretty dead to me. Silently I slither closer before extending a hoof and with a little force, nudge at it nonchalantly.
Asshat to the rescue.
