Rayquaza's Radical Worshiper {Jayden}
Dec 31, 2013 8:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Konstantin Tribute on Dec 31, 2013 8:30:21 GMT -5
My hair -- glistening with sweat -- blew behind me as the wind rushed through it, rough panting escaping my lips, yet I pushed my body further, straining my muscles to go faster, to get me to away from the city. A quick glance behind me showed the Citadel rapidly disappearing behind the morning fog, but I wouldn’t slow down until it was fully out of my sight; until it was off the horizon.
I refocused my gaze onto the fast approaching woods ahead of me, finally allowing a sigh of relief to be released as I gradually let my momentum die off. Entering the woods, I grimaced as I reflected on what brought me here, while also granting myself a brief period of rest.
Late last night, Abby and I had a small talk involving my attitude towards… everything. She wasn’t pleased with me in the slightest, and all but chewed me up with her harsh reprimanding. I didn’t understand her anger at all. I haven’t changed my attitude in the slightest -- at least, from what I know -- and I’ve always been like this, but Abby’s never complained about it before.
Running a hand through my hair, and hastily wiping away the sweat on my pants afterwards, it slowly dawned on me that taking a morning run away from the city to avoid Abby might not have been the best of ideas. Glancing around the dry, shrivelled clearing I ignored the nagging urge to head back to the city. While I regularly went out to train with Abby, I never had a chance to actually stop and look around the wilderness.
I didn’t like it at all.
The place around me was dead of life; wizened old trees scarcely hanging on to life, with some having toppled over already from the cold weather. Dull, lackluster leaves cluttered the area, obscuring the majority of the ground from view. What was visible of it wasn’t appealing either: clumps of dirt and mud lay scattered about the clearing, with broken sticks lodged into the terrain. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I found a relatively clean log and plopped down onto it.
Taking in my surroundings, I was abruptly reminded of why, exactly, I hated this place, and why I worshiped my deity as I did. Nodding in satisfied self-confirmation, I threw my head back and gazed up at the sky high, high above. It was a cloudy day, yet, it wasn’t too overcast. I could definitely make out some interesting shapes in the clouds, though. A tentacruel here, an onion there, and an angry absol in that corner over there.
… “Wait, what?” I blinked, refocusing back on the shape, only to find it to be shapeless. Sighing, I teared my eyes off of the sky, bringing it back somewhere closer to land. I guess my eyes are playing tricks on me… shaking my head, I decided to simply read out a prayer:
“Oh Rayquaza, this is a prayer of gratitude. I realize that Rayquaza is the source of the peace in the sky. I hope that by acknowledging Rayquaza, I can become unified and one with Him. I hereby claim the blessing of the peaceful sky from Rayquaza. I accept that Rayquaza shall keep the sky peaceful, and I shall attempt my best to do my part in the same task. Oh Rayquaza, thank you for the peaceful sky that you grant us.”
I refocused my gaze onto the fast approaching woods ahead of me, finally allowing a sigh of relief to be released as I gradually let my momentum die off. Entering the woods, I grimaced as I reflected on what brought me here, while also granting myself a brief period of rest.
Late last night, Abby and I had a small talk involving my attitude towards… everything. She wasn’t pleased with me in the slightest, and all but chewed me up with her harsh reprimanding. I didn’t understand her anger at all. I haven’t changed my attitude in the slightest -- at least, from what I know -- and I’ve always been like this, but Abby’s never complained about it before.
Running a hand through my hair, and hastily wiping away the sweat on my pants afterwards, it slowly dawned on me that taking a morning run away from the city to avoid Abby might not have been the best of ideas. Glancing around the dry, shrivelled clearing I ignored the nagging urge to head back to the city. While I regularly went out to train with Abby, I never had a chance to actually stop and look around the wilderness.
I didn’t like it at all.
The place around me was dead of life; wizened old trees scarcely hanging on to life, with some having toppled over already from the cold weather. Dull, lackluster leaves cluttered the area, obscuring the majority of the ground from view. What was visible of it wasn’t appealing either: clumps of dirt and mud lay scattered about the clearing, with broken sticks lodged into the terrain. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I found a relatively clean log and plopped down onto it.
Taking in my surroundings, I was abruptly reminded of why, exactly, I hated this place, and why I worshiped my deity as I did. Nodding in satisfied self-confirmation, I threw my head back and gazed up at the sky high, high above. It was a cloudy day, yet, it wasn’t too overcast. I could definitely make out some interesting shapes in the clouds, though. A tentacruel here, an onion there, and an angry absol in that corner over there.
… “Wait, what?” I blinked, refocusing back on the shape, only to find it to be shapeless. Sighing, I teared my eyes off of the sky, bringing it back somewhere closer to land. I guess my eyes are playing tricks on me… shaking my head, I decided to simply read out a prayer:
“Oh Rayquaza, this is a prayer of gratitude. I realize that Rayquaza is the source of the peace in the sky. I hope that by acknowledging Rayquaza, I can become unified and one with Him. I hereby claim the blessing of the peaceful sky from Rayquaza. I accept that Rayquaza shall keep the sky peaceful, and I shall attempt my best to do my part in the same task. Oh Rayquaza, thank you for the peaceful sky that you grant us.”