Tar Pits
01-15-2018, 04:52 AM
angel, wrestle me
crack my sides to let me see
crack my sides to let me see
South
He looked in that direction and set his jaw in a determined manner as he nodded. South it is. He lifted the first foot hesitantly. His body swayed dangerously, but he pushed on. One foot, then the other, then the other. His pace was agonizingly slow and unsteady. Jarring and halting as he struggled towards their goal. He stopped several times as he nearly fell, stumbling in the sand like a new born foal unused to its legs. But he never hit the earth. His breath came in heavy, his sides heaving as a sheen of sweat covered his body. He soon began to shiver as the cold pierced him. But he simply grit his teeth and kept walking. At this point he was no longer thinking, singularly focused on the task of putting one foot in front of the other. He fell into a dull haze, numb to the rest of the world. Only the need to keep going and the gnawing hunger remained.
He had begun to even forget that Taivas was beside him, even when she gave him subtle direction he barely registered her presence, until she spoke. He shuttered to a halt, his eyes wide as the world came crashing in around him once more. But he could not process it, it was but a blur of confusion, light, sound, cold. He shivered violently, great puffs of steam spewing from his flared nostrils. He had barely registered what his friend had said, only seeing the sparse grass in which she spoke of in the distance. He shuffled on, wings pressed tightly around himself for warmth. Eyes glued to his goal he plowed on. Like a half broken steam train he jerked along, struggling to move forward under his own power despite everything that endeavored to halt him. He saw nothing else around him.
Only the grass existed as he fumbled in the loose sand. It felt like hours before he reached the brittle grass. Head already bowed low from exhaustion, he nibbled at the dry grass. It crunched and cracked as he devoured the brittle pieces of food. It was not much, but it would give his body sustenance. He continued to mechanically eat everything he could find, his mind still dull from the physical rigors of their trek. he snuffled and snorted in the sand as he searched for more food, his weary muscles wishing for nothing more than to drop to the earth once more. But they held on because he refused to go down again. If he did, he would not get back up. The meager meal sat within his belly, slowly stirring warmth within him. He lifted his large, brown head to peer up at Taivas only just becoming aware of the world again. "There is still some grass here, if you are hungry too." he had managed to avoid devouring it all before remembering she was there. How rude would that have been, wolfing everything down without offering his savior a single bite!
"TALK HERE"
He looked in that direction and set his jaw in a determined manner as he nodded. South it is. He lifted the first foot hesitantly. His body swayed dangerously, but he pushed on. One foot, then the other, then the other. His pace was agonizingly slow and unsteady. Jarring and halting as he struggled towards their goal. He stopped several times as he nearly fell, stumbling in the sand like a new born foal unused to its legs. But he never hit the earth. His breath came in heavy, his sides heaving as a sheen of sweat covered his body. He soon began to shiver as the cold pierced him. But he simply grit his teeth and kept walking. At this point he was no longer thinking, singularly focused on the task of putting one foot in front of the other. He fell into a dull haze, numb to the rest of the world. Only the need to keep going and the gnawing hunger remained.
He had begun to even forget that Taivas was beside him, even when she gave him subtle direction he barely registered her presence, until she spoke. He shuttered to a halt, his eyes wide as the world came crashing in around him once more. But he could not process it, it was but a blur of confusion, light, sound, cold. He shivered violently, great puffs of steam spewing from his flared nostrils. He had barely registered what his friend had said, only seeing the sparse grass in which she spoke of in the distance. He shuffled on, wings pressed tightly around himself for warmth. Eyes glued to his goal he plowed on. Like a half broken steam train he jerked along, struggling to move forward under his own power despite everything that endeavored to halt him. He saw nothing else around him.
Only the grass existed as he fumbled in the loose sand. It felt like hours before he reached the brittle grass. Head already bowed low from exhaustion, he nibbled at the dry grass. It crunched and cracked as he devoured the brittle pieces of food. It was not much, but it would give his body sustenance. He continued to mechanically eat everything he could find, his mind still dull from the physical rigors of their trek. he snuffled and snorted in the sand as he searched for more food, his weary muscles wishing for nothing more than to drop to the earth once more. But they held on because he refused to go down again. If he did, he would not get back up. The meager meal sat within his belly, slowly stirring warmth within him. He lifted his large, brown head to peer up at Taivas only just becoming aware of the world again. "There is still some grass here, if you are hungry too." he had managed to avoid devouring it all before remembering she was there. How rude would that have been, wolfing everything down without offering his savior a single bite!
"TALK HERE"
that if the end will set me free
or send me down below
or send me down below
Roscarro
image credit to jonathon_brandt at flickr
@Taivas <3
ooc: I thought I had replied to this! I am so sorry!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
