Interpretations (Tagged/Open)
May 13, 2019 1:07:02 GMT -5
Post by Blood on May 13, 2019 1:07:02 GMT -5
Karmatose
Gale;
Another gust of wind dragged it's unrelenting strength through the millions of innocent blades of grass that bowed in submission. The open grassland was shaped with low sweeping hills that the wind easily glided up and down on. Not a single creature in sight stood it's ground against the steady currents of warm air, none except Gale, who dug his claws into the earth and flexed his muscles against the push of wind. There was no complaining from the young he-wolf as he faced the current head on and lifted his nose inviting the fresh breath of air. His eye were closed as he relished in the power of the atmosphere around him. A shiver ran down his spine, not of discomfort, but of thrill, as the wind raked its fingers through his blonde and dark teal marked fur touching his skin with the presence of it. Unending ideas swirled in his mind of all the possibilities there would be if he had the power of the air gifted to him from the White Wolf Taboo instead of the power of stone. Oh he could make bounding and leaping into a fancy trick, sailing right over the top of any wolf there was. He could throw objects hundreds of feet away with a strong enough gust of wind, he could topple over any standing structure, nothing would stop him. But what good would air do when it's only here for a moment and gone the next? What good would a gust of wind be if you couldn't firmly stand on it or cover yourself with a shield? Gale returned to his contentment with his stone ability, resting on the fact that his gift was much more fitted for him, and in his opinion, stone was obviously one of the strongest. With that he grinned just as his throat shimmered with a silver glow from his power mark and he reached out with his conscious.
Just below the surface of grass and network of twisted and tangled roots, there was a layer of scattered pebbles and small rocks. Gale's fore legs shivered with the anticipation as his mind seeped down into the sediment layer, soaking into the solid shapes of stone. But they were no longer solid stone, they were apart of him, able to be shifted and molded to his will.
Gale;
Another gust of wind dragged it's unrelenting strength through the millions of innocent blades of grass that bowed in submission. The open grassland was shaped with low sweeping hills that the wind easily glided up and down on. Not a single creature in sight stood it's ground against the steady currents of warm air, none except Gale, who dug his claws into the earth and flexed his muscles against the push of wind. There was no complaining from the young he-wolf as he faced the current head on and lifted his nose inviting the fresh breath of air. His eye were closed as he relished in the power of the atmosphere around him. A shiver ran down his spine, not of discomfort, but of thrill, as the wind raked its fingers through his blonde and dark teal marked fur touching his skin with the presence of it. Unending ideas swirled in his mind of all the possibilities there would be if he had the power of the air gifted to him from the White Wolf Taboo instead of the power of stone. Oh he could make bounding and leaping into a fancy trick, sailing right over the top of any wolf there was. He could throw objects hundreds of feet away with a strong enough gust of wind, he could topple over any standing structure, nothing would stop him. But what good would air do when it's only here for a moment and gone the next? What good would a gust of wind be if you couldn't firmly stand on it or cover yourself with a shield? Gale returned to his contentment with his stone ability, resting on the fact that his gift was much more fitted for him, and in his opinion, stone was obviously one of the strongest. With that he grinned just as his throat shimmered with a silver glow from his power mark and he reached out with his conscious.
Just below the surface of grass and network of twisted and tangled roots, there was a layer of scattered pebbles and small rocks. Gale's fore legs shivered with the anticipation as his mind seeped down into the sediment layer, soaking into the solid shapes of stone. But they were no longer solid stone, they were apart of him, able to be shifted and molded to his will.
