Post by Rawr on Oct 20, 2008 18:47:56 GMT -5
Donovan
A vaste contrast between the serene beauty of Symphony Falls and its perfect rolling aches, the Cutberry Downs seemed to be a confused place, stuck between the eternal sleep of death, and the struggling brightness of life. As Donovan circled the central tree, he thought over both of these aspects. Life, death... It was all relative to him. he faced death every day, and was bone terrified of its impending doom. But he also accepted it, in some weird sense, he knew that it was there, he knew that there was no way to avoid it. So Donovan just accepted it, the eternal sleep. It sounded comforting in some ways, but it was so scary at the same time... a eternal nothingness, no warmth, no love, no power. It made what was left of his heart ache with worry. As much as he hated the world, he could not live without the idea of love and warmth. It reminded him of his dead mistress. His poor, beautiful human whom had taught him that the world belonged to him. Who had loved him unconditionally.
He lifted himself gracefully onto his hind legs, placing solid black hooves onto the dead bark of the tree and began stripping the live bark that struggled with its existence above the rotting dead base. Like the flowers, a thought crossed his mind that he was ruining something pure, and innocent. Whereas, his intentions, as cruel and as dark as they were, were for the best for the horse...
Were they?
He shook the thought loose from his mind as he tore the bark from its life source, before falling back to all fours with a deep sigh, before reaching out and taking a large piece of dead wood from the tree's base, not feeling as guilty in taking something that had already given in to the eternal nothingness. And with that, he turned, and began to make his way out of the land, not bothering to rush, feeling comfortable in the integrated land.
Now for his magic.
