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I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Trait Petition] - Ledger - 06-21-2017
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How long does it take? Time escapes him, it doesn’t matter. Nobody cares who he is or where he is now. It could be hours, days, weeks. He continues, he doesn’t care. His destination doesn’t even encourage his steps, they just become monotonous. Motions he makes to continue the climb. As the air thins and the air becomes colder, his wispy coat shivers and shudders. He was not made for this despite the trial of ice and the coldness inside his chest. He might die, it’s a faint thought in the back of his mind. Still he plods on.
Hooves shuffle to a stop and the blank expression on his face begins to lift, his good eye blearily looking around him. Somehow, by some grace of god, he’s reached the vantage point. The view is spectacular and now he can truly see and understand how much his home has changed. It makes his stomach cringe with anxiety, this unknown land. He doesn’t linger on the landscape for long, turning his attention towards the mountain itself.
They are here, they are always here. He’s quiet, his barrel heaving after the strain of the climb. Foam on his pale lips as he addresses the rocks and stones and what he knows is listening among them. <b>”I don’t know why I’m here.”</b> He mutters. The bear has been silent for too long, it wants to stretch and move. His frustration is mounting and with a soft moan, Ledger gives in. Bones pop and skin breaks and he screams with agony, for he has never truly embraced the shift. The scream ends in a roar as the polar bear is revealed. It’s clawed paws raking at the rocks, one eye still gold flecked beneath the dirtied fur of his brow. <b>”Tell me what to do!”</b> The words spat from it’s strong jaws,tongue running over unfamiliar sharp teeth. It had been too long. <b>”What am I? Who am I?”</b> The bear roars again, claws leaving soft marks in the dirt beneath him as he moves forward. <b>”I only want what I deserve.”</b> The bear mumbles miserably and then the bear has vanished leaving the tattered broken stallion stands before them once more. Head held low, defeated.
<br></p><p id="ledgerunoname"><font color=lightblue><i>Ledger</i></font></font></font></p></div></div></div></center>
Ledger is petitioning for Polar Bear Shifting back regardless if he likes it or not lol
10 pts from My Tracker
Spink is giving me 10pts from Deimos Tracker
Total 20pts
RE: I'll never be as good as I'd like to be [Trait Petition] - wind fairy - 06-22-2017
granted.