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Mar 7, 2013 23:42:40 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 23:42:40 GMT -6
Some Days
I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MYSELF
Ryker steps onto the beach of Inoa. The humid air clings to him, dampening his body in the slightest. The salt in the air, from the large ocean around him, was inhaled and exhaled silently, moving through his system. Water droplets rains down from him, slowing now, only a few droplets falling off of his large body. The sand shifts easily before his hooves. Soft clicks and caws from creatures within the large forest to his right, the soothing sounds of waves on his left.
The stallion had never told anyone about his true past. His horribly history. 'What was it like when you were a foal?' they would ask. And he never told the truth. Never. "It was amazing, the land was so beautiful. It really hasn't changed much though," he would say with a smile. The foals would bounce off, giggling and continue their frolicking. The adults would smile as they passed, and then he'd be left allow to wallow in the memories of his past. It was hard to push all that away, but it was becoming easier little by little. It wasn't something he would forget, though. Not ever.
But now, this island is deserted. Alone. Void of life. Memories and flashbacks fills his mind as he walks slowly, head lowered and eyes closed. Nares flaring as he carefully places each step. The damp air hung around Ryker, eager for someone new to take it's place. Almost as if it was excited, if air could be. Ryker rolls his eyes, if only others heard his thoughts. He would most likely be labeled as insane. He snorts softly, quietly padding along the beach before raising his head to look at Mount Pauo'le. The large volcano. Ryker pauses, watching the volcano for anything, but nothing happens and he quickly is bored. Birds squawk and creatures scuttled out from hiding spots as he enters the forest, it was as if they were all trying to get a glance of him. He shakes his mane and forelock, it slowly unlatching itself from his pelt, from the dampness. He flicks his tail in a circle, pawing the ground slightly. He picks it up to a trot, weaving expertly through the trees as if it were his own home. Yet, it has always been his home. The large stallion comes to see a small, clear stream that gurgles welcomingly. Ryker reaches down, taking a long drink of the cold water that splashed any grogginess out of him. It slides down his throat easily, settling in his stomach. Ryker flicks his audits, content in listening to the creatures' sounds for awhile.
Ryker starts to move again, making his way through the forest. The moss under his feet is spongy, squishes and a bit of water leaks it's way out of it. He reaches his head down, nibbling a bit of it. It tasted nearly like grass, with a bit different texture and a little modified taste. He moves on still, pushing his way through the dangling vines and leaves and lush underbrush. It was even more humid in here. He slowly makes his way onto the beach again, the sand shimmering slightly in the low set sun. Not quite sunset. He had been here all day, slowly making his way around the island. He hadn't covered everything but it was a nice, gentle start. A change of scenery. He quite liked it.
Ryker turns to the island, green orbs flashing over everything, the ocean at his back. "To the island of Inoa. I am here to lead. I am your King. Your Chief. Chief Ryker." He pauses, eyes closed, taking a few breaths before his eyes open. This time, it is a whisper. "I claim this place as my own."
[ ooc; hope you don't mind it has parts that are recycled? If you do I can always take those parts out~ ^_^ ]
The stallion had never told anyone about his true past. His horribly history. 'What was it like when you were a foal?' they would ask. And he never told the truth. Never. "It was amazing, the land was so beautiful. It really hasn't changed much though," he would say with a smile. The foals would bounce off, giggling and continue their frolicking. The adults would smile as they passed, and then he'd be left allow to wallow in the memories of his past. It was hard to push all that away, but it was becoming easier little by little. It wasn't something he would forget, though. Not ever.
But now, this island is deserted. Alone. Void of life. Memories and flashbacks fills his mind as he walks slowly, head lowered and eyes closed. Nares flaring as he carefully places each step. The damp air hung around Ryker, eager for someone new to take it's place. Almost as if it was excited, if air could be. Ryker rolls his eyes, if only others heard his thoughts. He would most likely be labeled as insane. He snorts softly, quietly padding along the beach before raising his head to look at Mount Pauo'le. The large volcano. Ryker pauses, watching the volcano for anything, but nothing happens and he quickly is bored. Birds squawk and creatures scuttled out from hiding spots as he enters the forest, it was as if they were all trying to get a glance of him. He shakes his mane and forelock, it slowly unlatching itself from his pelt, from the dampness. He flicks his tail in a circle, pawing the ground slightly. He picks it up to a trot, weaving expertly through the trees as if it were his own home. Yet, it has always been his home. The large stallion comes to see a small, clear stream that gurgles welcomingly. Ryker reaches down, taking a long drink of the cold water that splashed any grogginess out of him. It slides down his throat easily, settling in his stomach. Ryker flicks his audits, content in listening to the creatures' sounds for awhile.
Ryker starts to move again, making his way through the forest. The moss under his feet is spongy, squishes and a bit of water leaks it's way out of it. He reaches his head down, nibbling a bit of it. It tasted nearly like grass, with a bit different texture and a little modified taste. He moves on still, pushing his way through the dangling vines and leaves and lush underbrush. It was even more humid in here. He slowly makes his way onto the beach again, the sand shimmering slightly in the low set sun. Not quite sunset. He had been here all day, slowly making his way around the island. He hadn't covered everything but it was a nice, gentle start. A change of scenery. He quite liked it.
Ryker turns to the island, green orbs flashing over everything, the ocean at his back. "To the island of Inoa. I am here to lead. I am your King. Your Chief. Chief Ryker." He pauses, eyes closed, taking a few breaths before his eyes open. This time, it is a whisper. "I claim this place as my own."
[ ooc; hope you don't mind it has parts that are recycled? If you do I can always take those parts out~ ^_^ ]
THE BREATHING GETS HARDER
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