11-12-2019, 04:52 PM
The hum of crashing waves brings him back to consciousness, a faint voice telling him to cross the river, to return to someone and return to life. The thought awakens him, his eyes wide open, quickly adjusting to the sharp light that greets him from the other side.
Satan looks around himself, sensing a calm atmosphere on the side he is situated, walking forward toward the river as he looks across.
Death had been a very peculiar experience so far, not only had he managed to get himself killed as soon as he had stepped on Beqanna, he was now involved in what seemed like a mass re-animation, though he couldn't complain, having the chance to cross back into the living wasn't something he was going to pass up very easily.
He looks across the water, watching all the other horses as they try to cross, and as he looks he manages to spot his mother among the fray, she must have arrived to help him, or the opposite.
"Mother," he says, though he does not try to elevate his tone above the sound of the water, he guesses that she can hear him anyway, it was the afterlife after all.
"Are you here to help me?" he asks bluntly, though she does not reply, she only nods an steps forward slightly.
"Very helpful" he exhales, stepping back to face the woodland behind them as he tries to figure out how to cross, capitulating on the thought of the afterlife and that maybe not all things worked the same way they did in the land of the living, though trying something 'out worldly' could be costly.
The horse decides to gather long vines that stretch from the trees, thinking that he could use them as either a tightrope or something to hold his small body from floating away as he tries to cross.
The process is not easy for a small horse though and so it takes him a few minutes to collect all the ropes of vine that he needs.
Once he finds a vine long enough to cross the river, he returns to the shoreline and calls to his mother who has been standing there patiently the whole time "I'm going to throw you the other end, hold onto it" he instructs her as he walks a few meters upstream, hoping that the water will carry the vine farther than he can throw it.
Satan throws the rope as best he can, managing to throw it far enough for the stream to carry it the rest of the way, allowing his mother to pick the other end up a few meters downstream.
Next, he ties his end to a nearby tree, making sure to wrap it around the trunk a few times before returning to the shoreline "I'm going to cross now, hold it" he says, a tone of uncertainty in his voice as he steps onto the vine, it feels strong and he cannot feel it loosen, meaning that he could cross.
As he begins to walk on the vine, he realises that perhaps his balance is subpar, leaving him toppling over into the water. Satan holds his breath as he falls, though when he rises from the water he realises that perhaps he has not failed yet, he leans his left side against the vine and starts to swim, hoping that the vine will be able to hold his small body from floating away.
Satan looks around himself, sensing a calm atmosphere on the side he is situated, walking forward toward the river as he looks across.
Death had been a very peculiar experience so far, not only had he managed to get himself killed as soon as he had stepped on Beqanna, he was now involved in what seemed like a mass re-animation, though he couldn't complain, having the chance to cross back into the living wasn't something he was going to pass up very easily.
He looks across the water, watching all the other horses as they try to cross, and as he looks he manages to spot his mother among the fray, she must have arrived to help him, or the opposite.
"Mother," he says, though he does not try to elevate his tone above the sound of the water, he guesses that she can hear him anyway, it was the afterlife after all.
"Are you here to help me?" he asks bluntly, though she does not reply, she only nods an steps forward slightly.
"Very helpful" he exhales, stepping back to face the woodland behind them as he tries to figure out how to cross, capitulating on the thought of the afterlife and that maybe not all things worked the same way they did in the land of the living, though trying something 'out worldly' could be costly.
The horse decides to gather long vines that stretch from the trees, thinking that he could use them as either a tightrope or something to hold his small body from floating away as he tries to cross.
The process is not easy for a small horse though and so it takes him a few minutes to collect all the ropes of vine that he needs.
Once he finds a vine long enough to cross the river, he returns to the shoreline and calls to his mother who has been standing there patiently the whole time "I'm going to throw you the other end, hold onto it" he instructs her as he walks a few meters upstream, hoping that the water will carry the vine farther than he can throw it.
Satan throws the rope as best he can, managing to throw it far enough for the stream to carry it the rest of the way, allowing his mother to pick the other end up a few meters downstream.
Next, he ties his end to a nearby tree, making sure to wrap it around the trunk a few times before returning to the shoreline "I'm going to cross now, hold it" he says, a tone of uncertainty in his voice as he steps onto the vine, it feels strong and he cannot feel it loosen, meaning that he could cross.
As he begins to walk on the vine, he realises that perhaps his balance is subpar, leaving him toppling over into the water. Satan holds his breath as he falls, though when he rises from the water he realises that perhaps he has not failed yet, he leans his left side against the vine and starts to swim, hoping that the vine will be able to hold his small body from floating away.
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