The Weight of Living

[OPEN] The Weight of Living

Murdock Posts: 198

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

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

Gaz

07-17-2013, 05:52 PM

Anti-Murdock

Darkness. All the time. The sun never seemed to rise anymore, and Murdock was sure it was overdue to make an appearance by several days atleast. He hated the heat of the sun and its blinding brightness, but at least it provided some light by which to see where you walked. In its absence, and also in the absence of the moon and stars, he had no way to see what lay ahead. He was unfamiliar with this place, and still had not gotten a straight answer as to where exactly he was. He had been dragged across the frozen north by a nameless mare, and encountered a man of few words in the shadows of the forest; so far, wherever he was was proving to be absolutely nowhere special.

Now, of course, he had found himself in a new kind of hell. He had followed his senses to the best of his ability, trying to move south toward warmer territory. However, it seemed as though he had arrived in this place in the dead of winter, and so there was no way to outrun the cold. He was pleased to find, though, that the snow became less and less the farther he went, but it never disappeared. The trail he had followed wound through thick trees and shadowed clearings, and all the while he never saw the sun. Only the dim light of strange lanterns hung in the trees allowed for navigation, but even then he found himself stumbling over roots and drifting off track.

Now, he was in some sort of marsh, frozen over by the chill of winter though not closed in by snow. Bent and gnarled trees leaned in over the winding path, sharp-thorned brambles encroaching onto the steep, iced banks of frozen ponds. The watery light of the lanterns reflected dimly off the mirror-like surfaces of the water, and beneath the layer of ice the liquid appeared dark and toxic. Frost was scattered across the dirt and flattened grass like fallen stars, faintly reflecting the glow of his markings as he passed through the trees. He was tempted to turn back the way he came, though at the same time he was determined to find warmer territory and perhaps someone who could point him in the direction of home. His wings were spread across his sides like a protective shield as he stepped carefully along the path, wide green eyes fixated on the ground as he moved.

All around him, the forest seemed to be moving and breathing, as if the very trees were alive and watching him. Every now and then, the snap of a twig or the moan of the wind would cause him to turn his head, but he never stopped moving. He was not a wary or easily-frightened creature; he valued his life just as much as the next horse, but he didn't have time to investigate each eerie sound or shifting of foliage. Instead he simply carried on, driven by stubbornness and determination to get the hell away from this place. Though the path seemed to lead in circles past the same pond and the same arrangement of lanterns, he told himself he was on the right track. The last thing he wanted to admit to himself was that he was lost, which indeed was what he was.

"talk talk talk"

Lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky

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