Post by tealver on Oct 23, 2008 22:23:43 GMT -5
OOC://Yeah yeah I know, long as all heck. (to the standards here) But you know, I had to have a great starter post here. 
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Inspiration - You can let go now - Crystal Shawanda
Standing on a field blanketed in flowers in green, Storm found himself in one of his nearly depressed moods. Were the wind whispered through the grass in a comforting gale, trying to calm its liege. But it was a failed effort. How could the wind sooth his spirits, when they were wandering far beyond his life to those of the past. Racing across the lands, his hooves thundered against the hard packed earth.
The wind whistled against his face as if trying to wipe away his memories. But how could it? When his memories haunted his dreams since the day both of his parents died. No, not in battle against foreign horses, but against each other. Fire and wind, battling over jealousy and rage. What had caused it? Him. His mother, a being of wind, bold and strong yet gentle as a summer's breeze. While his father, of fire, Strong but ridden by his emotions. Not an evil tyrant but a great father. Both elements within him should have obliterated his body and soul. Burned it up like a furnace fed by the wind. But it didn't, the wind had finally choked out the fire within him and as a result, left him as a wind elemental.
The only problem, his father wanted him to carry on the fire trait. Since he could not, he was enraged. Banishment for the wrong reasons was to ensue Storm's life. But his mother opposed. Angered by his father's recklessness, she fought him. Just as the elements within him, they battled, his mother drawing the air from his father's lungs, but his father revolted by lashing out in a torrent of flames. It consumed them both. The end result was an ashen form of his mother in high detail, and the suffocated form of his father. The dying screams of his mother, the struggling gasps of his father... Then to top it off, he had touched what had once been his mother's flesh, only to have it give way to charred bone.
Now how could the wind expect him to forget? To forget these painful things when they haunted him day and night, no matter how he steeled himself from the outer world. His only focus was to enhance his powers and consume himself in the everyday task of his herd. But the problem stood stalk still, teasing him and taunting his eyes. He had one member to his herd. One member to steal away his nightmares so he could concentrate on more pressing matters. If it were possible. Hawk had not exactly been the most active herd member, but then, neither was he to tell the truth. Caught in the grasp of mourning and choking by its hold. It seemed that his banishment, the fight before his very eyes, the stress of things he longed not to think of... That had chased him since the dawn of his realization... Had finally caught up to him, grabbing him by the flanks and tearing him down.
"Let go dear steed, we needs you to let it all go..." the wind whispered in his ears. It was a strange thing the wind, never referring to its self as one, but many. Perhaps what he controlled was the spirits of the land... or perhaps his own spirit was projected upon the open plain, whistling upon it like his own subconsciousness. How could it make sense to control something that was not supposed to be there? He did not know, nor did he have the time to think further upon the matter that had been egging his waking mind since he began to try and control the strange force.
For once he did not answer the wind, but slipped into himself, allowing his body to do as it wished, to become truly wild. As he concealed himself within, his lungs swelled and a sharp bay split through the air, his eyes becoming that of the insane. Then he pushed out, or rather his body did, picking up speed as his gallop increased. Tossing his head and lunging, he found himself dancing with the wind, racing with its gales and drafts, and seeking the utmost release of his own body. Pushing it to the limits as he never did when he was in full control. When his chest was heaving and his lungs were struggling to catch up with his heart, aching like never before, he gave in. As his hooves clattered against the ground, his legs buckled and he collapsed. Regaining reign on his body, he pulled his head then stretched it. With heavy droughts of air, he took the pain as a release.
Even when his muscles were screaming from the lack of oxygen, he clung to it like a lifeline. Daring his body to stop its own pains... In which it replied by moving to a dull ache. Ebbing at his consciousness and sparking stars in his vision. But he did not care. Not when it took his mind off of bad memories, hell beyond horrible memories. Closing his sunburst eyes, he concentrated upon his breathing, all the while deepening his outermost thoughts to his plans for the herd.
//Inspiration - You can let go now - Crystal Shawanda
Standing on a field blanketed in flowers in green, Storm found himself in one of his nearly depressed moods. Were the wind whispered through the grass in a comforting gale, trying to calm its liege. But it was a failed effort. How could the wind sooth his spirits, when they were wandering far beyond his life to those of the past. Racing across the lands, his hooves thundered against the hard packed earth.
The wind whistled against his face as if trying to wipe away his memories. But how could it? When his memories haunted his dreams since the day both of his parents died. No, not in battle against foreign horses, but against each other. Fire and wind, battling over jealousy and rage. What had caused it? Him. His mother, a being of wind, bold and strong yet gentle as a summer's breeze. While his father, of fire, Strong but ridden by his emotions. Not an evil tyrant but a great father. Both elements within him should have obliterated his body and soul. Burned it up like a furnace fed by the wind. But it didn't, the wind had finally choked out the fire within him and as a result, left him as a wind elemental.
The only problem, his father wanted him to carry on the fire trait. Since he could not, he was enraged. Banishment for the wrong reasons was to ensue Storm's life. But his mother opposed. Angered by his father's recklessness, she fought him. Just as the elements within him, they battled, his mother drawing the air from his father's lungs, but his father revolted by lashing out in a torrent of flames. It consumed them both. The end result was an ashen form of his mother in high detail, and the suffocated form of his father. The dying screams of his mother, the struggling gasps of his father... Then to top it off, he had touched what had once been his mother's flesh, only to have it give way to charred bone.
Now how could the wind expect him to forget? To forget these painful things when they haunted him day and night, no matter how he steeled himself from the outer world. His only focus was to enhance his powers and consume himself in the everyday task of his herd. But the problem stood stalk still, teasing him and taunting his eyes. He had one member to his herd. One member to steal away his nightmares so he could concentrate on more pressing matters. If it were possible. Hawk had not exactly been the most active herd member, but then, neither was he to tell the truth. Caught in the grasp of mourning and choking by its hold. It seemed that his banishment, the fight before his very eyes, the stress of things he longed not to think of... That had chased him since the dawn of his realization... Had finally caught up to him, grabbing him by the flanks and tearing him down.
"Let go dear steed, we needs you to let it all go..." the wind whispered in his ears. It was a strange thing the wind, never referring to its self as one, but many. Perhaps what he controlled was the spirits of the land... or perhaps his own spirit was projected upon the open plain, whistling upon it like his own subconsciousness. How could it make sense to control something that was not supposed to be there? He did not know, nor did he have the time to think further upon the matter that had been egging his waking mind since he began to try and control the strange force.
For once he did not answer the wind, but slipped into himself, allowing his body to do as it wished, to become truly wild. As he concealed himself within, his lungs swelled and a sharp bay split through the air, his eyes becoming that of the insane. Then he pushed out, or rather his body did, picking up speed as his gallop increased. Tossing his head and lunging, he found himself dancing with the wind, racing with its gales and drafts, and seeking the utmost release of his own body. Pushing it to the limits as he never did when he was in full control. When his chest was heaving and his lungs were struggling to catch up with his heart, aching like never before, he gave in. As his hooves clattered against the ground, his legs buckled and he collapsed. Regaining reign on his body, he pulled his head then stretched it. With heavy droughts of air, he took the pain as a release.
Even when his muscles were screaming from the lack of oxygen, he clung to it like a lifeline. Daring his body to stop its own pains... In which it replied by moving to a dull ache. Ebbing at his consciousness and sparking stars in his vision. But he did not care. Not when it took his mind off of bad memories, hell beyond horrible memories. Closing his sunburst eyes, he concentrated upon his breathing, all the while deepening his outermost thoughts to his plans for the herd.
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