Post by Hypercube on Dec 20, 2014 20:12:33 GMT
(OOC: So since Arthas can only really exist in a fantasy/sci-fi universe we're going to be using fantasy abilities if that's okay with you.)
Arthas walked along the dusty savanna, each step of his fettered paws kicking up a small cloud in their wake. He could feel the sun beating down on him, the collar around his neck absorbing its rays and heating up substantially more than the rest of his body. He looked up towards the sky as the collar shifted along his neck to see the few cirrus clouds that floated far above the ground. "If only I still remained above those clouds" he thought to himself before the weight of metal ring reminded him why he did not deserve such a privilege. He was nothing more than any other lion that roamed these plains and he felt as if the golden color that was not taken from him was even more of a shame than the mane he had lost just over five years prior.
Arthas's self-loathing was cut short as his gaze fell back in line with the horizon, catching a glimpse of a large brown-pelted lion on the nearby ridge. With one quick motion he looked back towards his paws and made a quick turn to his right as to avoid the feline. It wasn't that Arthas did not want company or interaction, it was more-so that he did not feel he deserved it. He did not want others to become chained to him like he was to the wall of the dungeon for so long and for anyone but him to bear the burden he did.
Arthas walked along the dusty savanna, each step of his fettered paws kicking up a small cloud in their wake. He could feel the sun beating down on him, the collar around his neck absorbing its rays and heating up substantially more than the rest of his body. He looked up towards the sky as the collar shifted along his neck to see the few cirrus clouds that floated far above the ground. "If only I still remained above those clouds" he thought to himself before the weight of metal ring reminded him why he did not deserve such a privilege. He was nothing more than any other lion that roamed these plains and he felt as if the golden color that was not taken from him was even more of a shame than the mane he had lost just over five years prior.
Arthas's self-loathing was cut short as his gaze fell back in line with the horizon, catching a glimpse of a large brown-pelted lion on the nearby ridge. With one quick motion he looked back towards his paws and made a quick turn to his right as to avoid the feline. It wasn't that Arthas did not want company or interaction, it was more-so that he did not feel he deserved it. He did not want others to become chained to him like he was to the wall of the dungeon for so long and for anyone but him to bear the burden he did.
Also added Christmassy snow and banner :3
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