Now is the time

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Now is the time

Albrecht Posts: 249

Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen

02-07-2017, 10:39 AM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2017, 10:42 AM by Albrecht.)

Albrecht&Strom

Another loose cannon, gone bi-polar, Slipped down, couldn't get much lower

He barely notices the clouds materializing and coalescing above, greys and purples and navys swirling together into a single mass of condensation. The Aurora Basin is located so far north and in so brisk a climate that cloud cover is anything but unusual. What is unusual is the sudden CRRRRRRRACK of lightning striking the floor of the valley, shuddering through the trees, the rocks, the very earth with its force. The old stallion collapses in on himself, his muscles tensing down on their skeletal moorings as tightly as possible before exploding outwards, sending him leaping sideways in abject terror. All the hair on his ragged form stands stiffly upright, something like a dog with hackles raised, but unlike the dog he’s unable to smooth himself back down.

His emerald eyes sweep in all directions, searching for the source of the sound, the impact, but before his frenzied mind can make sense of the stimuli around him a voice booms out over the echoes of panic in his skull. He hesitates a moment, breathing hard, his heart hammering against his ribs and chest in wild, discordant syncopation made even more confusing by the smaller, somehow even faster beat in back of his mind.

He’s fairly certain at least one of them has pissed themselves, not exactly a state one wants to greet their patron deity in, but the voices tone and sheer volume brooks no excuse. He obeys, scrambling to reach the God of the Spark before some unknown time limit runs out and he’s struck down for disobedience, glancing wild eyed at the piebald hybrid who's arrived before him through some feat of preternatural speed.

"Talk."

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