Posted on September 2, 2015 at 11:55:09 PM by STRACK
STRACKA mottled dun coat ripples and gleams beneath the Dunes sun. It houses the mind, the bones, the blood, the sinew that make up Strack — he has arrived.
The Islands remind him of Ravos, and he cannot think of Ravos without turning his thoughts fondly to Talia. The broken, rawboned, bleating mare had torn him ferociously into a million pieces while instilling in him the need to protect those who could not protect themselves. When she had ultimately fallen to Fantome and his creepish charm, the dark wraith King of Eta Karina, Strack knew there would be no more protecting. And so, into the shadows he had disappeared, sick to his stomach with the thought that Talia would never completely be whole again.
He pushes an exasperated sigh from his ajar muzzle, effectively pushing Talia and her razor sharp jawbone from his head as he does so. His hooves fall into the soft sand, allowing the terrain to cradle him as he moves silently among the Dunes. The scents of others on the wind draw his attention but there is no movement in the sand for as far as he can see, until the Dunes fall to the edge of Salem and the water of the channel undulates darkly in the distance.
Strack nears the cliff, conscious of how the sand swiftly falls away into a wall of rock — he would need to warn any of his future companions, lest they venture through the Dunes in the night and unsuspectingly find themselves trying to fly without the aid of wings. He flares his dark nostrils, the scents of sand and sea water swirling pleasantly in his nose.
From here, he can see no way to descend the sheer rock face, and that's how he likes it.
THE SUN SAID, "IT HURTS TO BECOME,"
The Islands remind him of Ravos, and he cannot think of Ravos without turning his thoughts fondly to Talia. The broken, rawboned, bleating mare had torn him ferociously into a million pieces while instilling in him the need to protect those who could not protect themselves. When she had ultimately fallen to Fantome and his creepish charm, the dark wraith King of Eta Karina, Strack knew there would be no more protecting. And so, into the shadows he had disappeared, sick to his stomach with the thought that Talia would never completely be whole again.
He pushes an exasperated sigh from his ajar muzzle, effectively pushing Talia and her razor sharp jawbone from his head as he does so. His hooves fall into the soft sand, allowing the terrain to cradle him as he moves silently among the Dunes. The scents of others on the wind draw his attention but there is no movement in the sand for as far as he can see, until the Dunes fall to the edge of Salem and the water of the channel undulates darkly in the distance.
Strack nears the cliff, conscious of how the sand swiftly falls away into a wall of rock — he would need to warn any of his future companions, lest they venture through the Dunes in the night and unsuspectingly find themselves trying to fly without the aid of wings. He flares his dark nostrils, the scents of sand and sea water swirling pleasantly in his nose.
From here, he can see no way to descend the sheer rock face, and that's how he likes it.
Replies:
- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE September 3, 2015 at 04:11:24 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 3, 2015 at 05:10:51 PM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 5, 2015 at 07:35:56 AM
- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE September 7, 2015 at 03:29:54 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 9, 2015 at 00:56:50 AM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 10, 2015 at 00:05:54 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 9, 2015 at 00:56:50 AM
- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE September 7, 2015 at 03:29:54 AM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 5, 2015 at 07:35:56 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 3, 2015 at 05:10:51 PM
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