04-14-2015, 09:17 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
To be honest, the thought had not actually crossed his mind. He does not expect to die and live again. He knows that he will die one day. Though immortality seems to be a common trait among the horses of this land, he does not believe he has been lucky enough to inherit it. And that, primarily, is what had triggered the question. He certainly does not expect to die soon. But he will someday. And isn’t that the eternal question? What does it feel like to die? What happens when you are dead? Is there an afterlife, or do you just become another rotting corpse, your mind blinking out into nothingness with the onset of death? The question of what it feels like to live again simply does not arise. One never expects to be allowed a second chance at life, but one can almost always expect to die.
And so Shahrizai listens attentively to her words. He is not typically the morbid sort. He does not seek, nor does he fear, death. But his ever curious mind knows no bounds. He is truly eager to hear what she might tell him. Her story, to be sure, is engrossing. His dark eyes shine brightly as he watches her, absorbing every word, every expression, every flick of her tail. He catches it all, storing all that he sees and hears away to later be perused and analyzed.
As always, he has questions. He cannot seem to contain them. Her answers only breed more and more questions to fuel his curiosity.
That sounds kinda mean. Why would he put something in you that he would nearly have to kill you to extract? And what did Carnage have against you?
He pauses for a moment, lips pulling down into a slight frown, his expression thoughtful.
So when you’re dead, there’s just nothing? You’re just gone? But if you’re gone, how could your spirit, or whatever, be brought back? Why wasn't your body just a reanimated corpse?
And so Shahrizai listens attentively to her words. He is not typically the morbid sort. He does not seek, nor does he fear, death. But his ever curious mind knows no bounds. He is truly eager to hear what she might tell him. Her story, to be sure, is engrossing. His dark eyes shine brightly as he watches her, absorbing every word, every expression, every flick of her tail. He catches it all, storing all that he sees and hears away to later be perused and analyzed.
As always, he has questions. He cannot seem to contain them. Her answers only breed more and more questions to fuel his curiosity.
That sounds kinda mean. Why would he put something in you that he would nearly have to kill you to extract? And what did Carnage have against you?
He pauses for a moment, lips pulling down into a slight frown, his expression thoughtful.
So when you’re dead, there’s just nothing? You’re just gone? But if you’re gone, how could your spirit, or whatever, be brought back? Why wasn't your body just a reanimated corpse?
shahrizai
He's getting deep now.