Owner: Me?Sarcastic?
Show Name: Master of the Storms
Barn Name: Rai (meaning lightning storm)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 11
Halter color: Rose gold
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Eye color
Beard?: Yes
Theme: Master of the Tides - Lindsey Stirling
Personality: Rai is as unpredictable as his name. He could be over the moon one minute, but have sparks of anger practically flying off him the next. He's extremely stubborn and head-strong, doing what he wants when he wants to and no one's going to tell him what to do. He's also very adventurous and independent, never accepting help from others. He loves to run off into the woods on his own to explore. However, this is partially based on necessity. He's never had anyone to care for him. Ever since he was a foal, he's been watching out for himself. The few times he did trust other, it never turned out well. So, he's learned never to trust others. He's also a social outcast with most of horsekind because of his appearance. Most are scared of him, and the others are provoked just by him being around. Thus, he ends up being alone the grand majority of the time. No matter what he may say, this does get to him. He gets lonely, and wishes for someone, anyone, to talk to, but he gave up on that possibility a long time ago.
Story: Lightning flashed, thunder rolling loudly through the air not a moment after. There was no way Rai was going to outrun the oncoming storm. He knew he shouldn't have gone out alone, yet he always felt drawn to the storms, as if he was meant to be among them. His odd, bluish grey scaly body shone as another shot of lightning lit the sky. The thunder that followed was deafening. The stallion let out a shrill whinny and began to gallop, racing the storm towards the forest he called home. Another flash of lightning just twenty feet to his left surprised him enough to make him stumble, but he quickly gained control of his legs again and continued to run. His hooves barely touched the earth as he ran. Why in the world did he think going out int he middle of a storm was a good idea? He should've just stayed in his cave in the woods and gone to sleep. Now he was running for his life from a massive electrical storm, which seemed only interested in chasing him. At least it's not raining yet. It's easier to run without wet grass and mud. He thought. As if on cue, the rain began. It was only a sprinkle at first, but took no time to turn into an all out downpour. Rai could barely see anything, until once again a bolt of lightning lit the world as brightly as if it was day. The thunder came almost simultaneously, alerting the stallion that it was practically upon him. He shook the water droplets from his eyes as he ran. The trees ahead were getting closer. It would only be a few moments before he'd be under cover, and then it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to get to his cave.
All of a sudden, a bright flash hit one of the trees. Immediately, the tree lit aflame. Even in the torrential downpour, the fire spread quickly, going from tree to tree, reaching its orange flames down to the mostly dry grass below.
Rai screeched to a halt, the muddy ground flying in all directions as he slid to a stop. He didn't know what to do. The rain over the forest, and over the stallion himself, seemed to be dissipating but the second wave was just behind him. So these were his choices. On one side was a storm with dark swirling clouds and rain pelting down, raging with thunder and lightning. On his other side was a roaring inferno that was growing by the minute, greedily sucking up all that it touched. He didn't know where to go. There was no way
he could get to his cave now, unless he traveled around the edge of the forest, which would take days, and he wasn't even sure he'd know the way.
Rai began to panic. There was no way out of this. It seemed as if some higher power had it out for him. What had he done to deserve this? He didn't really want to risk the lightning, but he was even less keen on being burnt to a crisp. Finally, he made a decision. If this storm was so determined to catch him, then so be it. On the other side of the storm, about a day's travel from here, was a range of enormous mountain. Perhaps he'd be able to find shelter there. Determined, Rai began to go back the way he'd come. First he walked, then he began to trot, picking up speed as he ran. Eventually he was tearing through the wet grass, flinging up clods of dirt and he raced, miraculously able to keep his balance on the wet turf. The storm was quick to meet him, and soon he was once more entrenched in the relentless rainstorm. He continued to hurtle through the open field. Lightning flashed all around, blinding him. However, for a moment he could see the end of the rain ahead. Almost there...almost there... He chanted as he streaked across the field, a grey blur in the tall grass. All of a sudden, a realization struck him. The storm wasn't moving past him any more. He was running as fast as he could, but he was getting no closer the the edge of the storm. It was staying right above him. Wait, but that's not possible. It should be blown away by the wind. There's no way... But it was undeniable, the storm had made a complete 180 and was now following him towards the mountain.
Rai was in disbelief. This just couldn't be. Sure, sometimes he'd see storms change directions, but usually it took a good long time, not just a couple minutes, and usually only partially, not completely. There was no way Rai would survive this now. Not if he had this storm chasing him all the way to the mountain. The lightning had only intensified, and it was hitting down all
around him. The stallion slowed to a stop. He was exhausted, wet, cold, and overwhelmed. He gave up, and practically fell to the ground. "Stop. Please, just...stop." He whispered, knowing full well that it was useless. Closing his eyes tightly, he readied himself to die.
Nothing happened.
Literally nothing. No sounds of thunder, no flashes of light. Even the rain had slowed to a little pitter patter. Rai opened his eyes gradually, and looked up. The storm had gone completely. Only a few little grey rainclouds hung above him now. He could even see stars peaking through at him, giving him a sense of safety.It was extremely quiet, unsettlingly so after his earlier escapade. At this point, the stallion was too overwhelmed to even think. So, he laid down and snuggled deep into in the long, wet grass. Tomorrow he would worry about what had just happened, but for now, he sleeps.
