08-28-2015, 08:43 AM
ooc: i'm nearly asleep. so forgive me for this ya'll. i just wanted to get it up. XD
you say I'm crazy, but I think I'm freaking amazing.
It had been a long few days full of excitement and nerves. I had never expected for things to actually turn out the way I had intended. I had expected more of a fight from certain players of the field, but then again, sometimes change is what everyone is searching for. Especially when a kingdom lays dormant. Sometimes a small plan with so many possibilities and a change of rulership was exactly what a place needed. And it helped when the previous ruler accepted your plans and welcomed you silently from the back of the small crowd that surrounded you. It was when I had gained Eight's acceptance and felt the valley's hands wrap around me in approval that I knew the first step had been completed.
I, surprisingly, had taken place of the magician king. At first I had felt proud, and excited even. But then came the shock and the need to walk off the adrenaline that sped through my veins and caused my legs to become slightly shaky whenever I would come to a stop. And so I walked. Walked away from the group and into the trees, my glowing jaguar spots causing a soft glow around me as I stepped deeper into the forest. The voices began to fade as I moved even further away, the silence of the kingdom wrapping itself in a tender embrace around my graying and winged body. Tall and lean, I weave through the closely pressed together trees, headed nowhere inparticular until I see the see the tree line up ahead.
I can remember the first day I had stood on the other side of that tree line, looking up at the towering mixed pines and oaks as I contemplated stepping inside. The valley had called me to her, and for a few years I had spent wandering around in silence, watching and observing until I had crept out of the shadows due to the unnatural quiet. That quiet was exactly why I had done what I done. Even if others didn't agree, the moves he had made were done entirely for the valley herself. Not for own gain or benefits.
Finally I find myself stepping from the treeline and with quickening steps I spread my wings bringing myself to a quick run once I reach wide open space. It takes a few moments, but soon the wind currents catch under my wings and pull me up into the sky and towards the clouds. And I'm soaring. Drifting peacefully with the currents as they carry me towards the north. I have one destination and that is the neutral meeting place. It was time to meet more faces. Learn new names. Learn of new personalities. It was time to seek out the black sheep, the unusual, the different.
I wanted to learn more. I wanted to know more. It was almost a necessity. Ever since I had started this venture a small hunger to learn the world had grown inside the darkest pit of me and had slowly webbed it's way throughout my mind. And finally I was going to follow through and allow myself to start. It takes me almost all afternoon to peacefully make my way through the skies to the meadow and when I'm close, I allow myself to shift my wings just enough and begin to tilt my body weight to right.
And this is when I feel myself falling. Gracefully, of course, towards the frosted meadows as the cool breeze wrapped in a small winding hug around lean frame. Mane and tail billowed in the breeze as my hooves came to meet with the crunch of the grasses and with a few trotted steps I come to stop, a mess of spread wings and messy locks of hair surrounding my face. Shaking my head quickly I am able to somehow smooth out my mane and make things look at least halfway decent, though I had never really been concerned about my looks. It was hard to be when one was so differently spotted with the markings of a cat, but also when those markings glowed a bright orange and surrounded you in soft light.
Slowly I looked around at the small groups that gathered together and spotted the meadows of one of the largest gathering areas in beqanna and with slight curiosity I watch them all for a time before stepping away and turning towards the riverbank. I make my way slowly, letting the frosted grass brush against legs as my tail drags along behind me creating a dark green line amongst the graying green of the winter frost. And then finally I'm there. At the river's side, staring down at the deep blue waters that rush quickly and froth along the sides.
I'm so thirsty. It took one look for me to realize just how desperate I was for a drink and with quiet steps I move closer until finally I am able to lower my head and rest my lips against the moving water. Slowly I take small sips, my body trembling slightly as the freezing cold of the water chills my mouth and throat. Then I look up. And turn to look back at all the others, no desire to approach anyone just yet. I was enjoying my alone time after all the attention I had received due to my little plans. And finally it's time for me to let others approach. For the last year I had spent every interaction nearly being the one that made the time to approach others and strike up conversation.
So I close my eyes, and let out a small sigh before beginning to doze in peaceful solitude as I listen to the rushing waters of the river and soft calls of the black birds swooping through the trees in the surrounding woods.
I, surprisingly, had taken place of the magician king. At first I had felt proud, and excited even. But then came the shock and the need to walk off the adrenaline that sped through my veins and caused my legs to become slightly shaky whenever I would come to a stop. And so I walked. Walked away from the group and into the trees, my glowing jaguar spots causing a soft glow around me as I stepped deeper into the forest. The voices began to fade as I moved even further away, the silence of the kingdom wrapping itself in a tender embrace around my graying and winged body. Tall and lean, I weave through the closely pressed together trees, headed nowhere inparticular until I see the see the tree line up ahead.
I can remember the first day I had stood on the other side of that tree line, looking up at the towering mixed pines and oaks as I contemplated stepping inside. The valley had called me to her, and for a few years I had spent wandering around in silence, watching and observing until I had crept out of the shadows due to the unnatural quiet. That quiet was exactly why I had done what I done. Even if others didn't agree, the moves he had made were done entirely for the valley herself. Not for own gain or benefits.
Finally I find myself stepping from the treeline and with quickening steps I spread my wings bringing myself to a quick run once I reach wide open space. It takes a few moments, but soon the wind currents catch under my wings and pull me up into the sky and towards the clouds. And I'm soaring. Drifting peacefully with the currents as they carry me towards the north. I have one destination and that is the neutral meeting place. It was time to meet more faces. Learn new names. Learn of new personalities. It was time to seek out the black sheep, the unusual, the different.
I wanted to learn more. I wanted to know more. It was almost a necessity. Ever since I had started this venture a small hunger to learn the world had grown inside the darkest pit of me and had slowly webbed it's way throughout my mind. And finally I was going to follow through and allow myself to start. It takes me almost all afternoon to peacefully make my way through the skies to the meadow and when I'm close, I allow myself to shift my wings just enough and begin to tilt my body weight to right.
And this is when I feel myself falling. Gracefully, of course, towards the frosted meadows as the cool breeze wrapped in a small winding hug around lean frame. Mane and tail billowed in the breeze as my hooves came to meet with the crunch of the grasses and with a few trotted steps I come to stop, a mess of spread wings and messy locks of hair surrounding my face. Shaking my head quickly I am able to somehow smooth out my mane and make things look at least halfway decent, though I had never really been concerned about my looks. It was hard to be when one was so differently spotted with the markings of a cat, but also when those markings glowed a bright orange and surrounded you in soft light.
Slowly I looked around at the small groups that gathered together and spotted the meadows of one of the largest gathering areas in beqanna and with slight curiosity I watch them all for a time before stepping away and turning towards the riverbank. I make my way slowly, letting the frosted grass brush against legs as my tail drags along behind me creating a dark green line amongst the graying green of the winter frost. And then finally I'm there. At the river's side, staring down at the deep blue waters that rush quickly and froth along the sides.
I'm so thirsty. It took one look for me to realize just how desperate I was for a drink and with quiet steps I move closer until finally I am able to lower my head and rest my lips against the moving water. Slowly I take small sips, my body trembling slightly as the freezing cold of the water chills my mouth and throat. Then I look up. And turn to look back at all the others, no desire to approach anyone just yet. I was enjoying my alone time after all the attention I had received due to my little plans. And finally it's time for me to let others approach. For the last year I had spent every interaction nearly being the one that made the time to approach others and strike up conversation.
So I close my eyes, and let out a small sigh before beginning to doze in peaceful solitude as I listen to the rushing waters of the river and soft calls of the black birds swooping through the trees in the surrounding woods.
demian
carnage x adalind