Alekz wrote:It's not like I plan for these things to happen, okay? It's not like I purposely toss myself into what some may call 'dangerous situations'. It's not like I was deliberately going out of my way to see one... Alright, that last one is a lie; I had every intention of hunting a bernikesaur down that morning, albeit I was ill-prepared to do so, as I usually am. Chalk it up on the long, long list of personal problems. My name is Alekz Trivium, by the way, hailing from the born-for-war Mat'onit tribe and a thrashing family of eight. This is the brief, abrupt story of how I found my Macht...
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I hadn't been out for very long -- maybe an hour or so, which wasn't much, considering the length of my usual outings -- but the sun was unbearable today, making things feel as though I had been walking for days. Mornings were fairly cool in my tribes land, but today, it seemed the sun had a vendetta... Probably against me, though I was feeling particularly moody, my thoughts blurred by my hatred of heat, so don't take my word for it. It was nearing the afternoon, which meant I'd need to head back towards home before my parents deemed me missing and sent out a search party. And, oh, believe me, they've done it. Alas, being the adults responsible for a child so hellbent on adventure was sure to be a challenge, one they'd have best accepted by now. It wasn't like I asked to be born or anything... Excuse the attitude; moody, like I said. I hadn't been on particularly good terms with my mother, anyhow, so it'd have been wise for me to start my journey in reverse... But I didn't, of course. I was on a (self-appointed) mission.
There was a copse of trees up ahead, just along the horizon -- one that I had claimed ever since I was old enough to sneak away from my tribes watchful eyes (which, if you were wondering, was around eight). Those old trees had acted as my playhouse and lookout point for as long as I could remember, well serving my childhood and beyond with a sense of security. I hadn't left to relax in my trees today, however (especially with this heat, blech). There was something I was looking for in particular, something I had seen just a fleeting glimpse of weeks earlier, when out with my paranoid brother, (I frequently remind myself never to go hiking with him again) -- not more than twenty yards from me, a wild bernikesaur. He was massive, and quick; utterly breathtaking. His skin was a deep, pale red, with white stripes lacerating his back. He moved with precision and power and a speed unlike any other I had seen in my tribe. And then I was yanked back to the horses and he was gone. But he was all I could think about since then: I had to see him again, just once more.
In my trek towards my secret/not-so-secret safe haven, I allowed my gaze to wander. In the blistering heat, it seemed everything was blanketed by a golden haze, but that didn't prevent me from appreciating the view; the plateaus didn't offer much to look at for an outsider once the grandness of the canyons faded from the eyes, but if you were born here, you knew where to look; a small crevice in the rocks, where a snake's forked tongue was flickering: tasting, touching, scenting the air; a patch of nettle tucked between a set of boulders where a hawk perched, preening its glistening flight feathers... Heatwave or not, things seemed alive and well, so I let myself belief that... for a little while. Sweat beading down your temples is kind of distracting, and really, though, it felt like everything was toasting to a crisp; even the sparse vegetation was crunching beneath my feet, and... that's when I herd it. A heavy crunch.
I paused, and so did everything else: the whole world seemed to stand completely still for that infinitesimally small moment. And then things quite literally exploded to life as my beloved nest of trees was crashed over before my eyes. Birds burst from the leaf-heavy branches in a panicked rush, shrieking madly, and I stumbled backward in dismay and there was an earsplitting, thundering roar, followed by more heavy crashing, faster and louder and then I was face to face with a hulking monster... Macht.
Intimidation rolled off of him in waves, from his flaring nostrils to the lashing tip of his tail. He was barreling towards me at a speed I could only briefly marvel at. There was no way I could outrun him; the thought was about as stupid as one can get.
I had no idea what to do now.
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