Posted by OTAKTAY on February 4, 2009, 9:48 pm
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theres no hero tonight
Name: otaktay
Age: seven
Sex: stallion
Breed: palomino mustang
Personal Strength: Extreme Loyalty to his land – will die for it.
Personal Weakness: Is fueled by hate.
Minor Objective: Respect
Super Objective: Lead a legendary war-battle in victory.
Kingdom Preference: I don’t have one? Sorry.
Intended Class: Warrior.
Sample Post: There was something frighteningly tantalizing, in Savage’s mind, about coming out in the open after killing something, especially a foal, into the morning hours, where one could not hide. When there were no clouds in the sky and the sun could shine down upon the often-trotted meadows, he would usually retreat to the shadows, blending together with the rays of darkness that soothed his nerves. On the numerous days that he hid under the cool canopy of the forest’s trees, the contrast of his dark brown pelt on black shade of the trees was magnified when fog rolled its way across the cold, dew-spotted grass, and he could pretend for a moment that the stars shone for him, praising the crazy minded stallion with twinkling songs of eternity, eternity, you’re traveling too fast for us, at I’m-####ing-invincible miles per hour, barreling past these pathetic mortal souls towards forever, forever, forever, you’re gonna live forever, you little piece of shit. Savage would stand on mounds of dirt that barely held his weight and gaze out towards the open areas, where the normal creatures frolicked or talked and he could pretend for just a few hours that the flowers that thrived in the sunlight that he was so afraid of were really nothing but pretty multi-colored weeds were graves. They were the graves of fellow creatures that had once been his friends, enemies, closest companions and advisors, but tomorrow would be nothing but rotting carcasses in the ground that served as compost to these weeds. Foolish creatures – do not try so hard to impress because when push comes to shove weeds will grow between your rib cage and through your eye sockets because they are more powerful than you.
How many bodies had Savage committed to the ground?
How many graves were mounded because of Savage’s obsession to kill the ones close to him, the ones that always tried to impress?
Watch yourself.
Savage is a ticking bomb and the subtlest words/movements/looks set him off.
The morning air was cold and clear from the rain that had fallen during night time hours, casting a cold dew across the light grass as Savage found himself zoning out from Jade’s words once more and focusing on himself. It was only during the early morning hours that the air was cold enough to see one’s breath, and he watched this occurrence with a sinister smile on his face, the venom in his eyes almost palpable. His chest puffed out slightly, the sting of frozen skin under thin fur reminding him that he was living, he was still breathing, he was still alive. Every pinching nerve rang out with the joy of a beating heart, with the victory of seizing every mortal moment as an opportunity to discover the pathway to infinity. In this morning, Savage was finding infinity in this new creature – this princess of beauty and power. As the birds continued their morning song, Savage found immortality in this mare, who seemed to watch him waiting for his words – she was ready, ready to be all that she could. Her hunger to learn was evident even to Savage, who didn’t pay much attention anymore, and it was his mouth that held the secrets of the world. This was his church, his spiritual connection, his karma, his enlightenment—this was his religion, standing just across from him, Savage’s proud face set in an unwavering gaze away from the mare ready to be taught and out towards the world. This was the soulless male’s prayer, sitting heavily on the shoulders of the beautiful mare before him. He spoke in a low voice, suddenly snapping back into reality, leaning in closely so she could hear his words,
“I will make your kingdom.”
!!!***KINGS AND QUEENS***!!!
But would Savage? Would he make the kingdom or destroy it, due to his love of destruction?
Or would there even be a kingdom, was Jade as capable as Savage thought?
As a colt, he had heard beliefs of immortality—martyrs who sacrificed their physical bodies for the supposed good of humanity, their souls living on in the tales of their miracles, the saviors of mankind. Savage had learned that eternity was impossible without nonexistence, immortality was impossible without death. He raged when he learned this, fought with anyone who told him such tales, because anyone who fed him stories of such lies and told him to drink in every word was a fool, and deserved nothing from him, least of all being a reason for his actions. Philosophers were nothing but men who drank themselves stupid on alcohol, and wrote whatever blubbering nonsense formed itself within their cerebral cortex, whatever could follow along uncertain synapses to their fingers clutching desperately at a pen, writing feverishly and crookedly upon parchment, prepared to decipher it in the morning to distract themselves from the hangover they faced. Philosophers prior to Savage were senile fools, taking to the bottle to recapture the days of youth when they were twenty-one and exuberantly showing off their ability to drink legally. Savage, however, would not turn to anything like that—he was drunk off of the power he had, over himself and over others. He would prove to them all that immortality was possible without death, but he would not share its true secret to anyone.
!!!***PHILOSOPHY!!!***
For Savage, killing held immortality.
“I thought I would not have to teach you, dear Jade, for I was hoping after I pointed it out you would see the beginning of what already lies within you and explore it on your own. I had no teacher; I had nobody because nobody would have me. But I am still well and alive, I am happy with my life and that is without depending on anyone, without even backstabbing one creature.” He watched her, intrigued by her anger, wishing to hand-feed it, to let it consume her like a blazing forest-fire for within that passionate anger was the revolution that Savage saw so clearly. “I cannot teach you without knowing you – even I can be false. Perhaps what I am seeing in you is trickery, perhaps I am wrong! Perhaps these lands, overflowing with deception, running as fast as the river itself, have began to entangle both of us and if that is so then you are just another mare.” He hung his head, hoping this not to be true, finally finding her gaze once more. “Jade I want to help you, I want to be the one that pushes you so you will strive to be what is already growing inside you – a ruler. But how do I know for certain that that is indeed what is growing inside of you?” He watched her, trusting in his impression of her but who knew – this land was full of lies and Jade could certainly be affected by all of the lies surrounding her.
“What do you believe in? What do you love? What do you trust in, what do you see in the future? What makes you shudder with hatred, what has disappointed you?” He asks the series of questions as if they were simple to answer, because Savage was simple – he would be able to answer each one in less than a minute. But for someone as complex as Jade it would not be so simple, and Savage understood that. His eyes, for once, were patient with this helpless mare. He wished to help her, but he needed to know what she was made of before he even began to think of teaching her.
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Puppets Name: will
Contacts: aim – jordanwillrock
O T A K T A Y
he rejoices to have made his way by the ruin of others
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