Another Monday Morning
"Ahhhh" you here the voice bellow in satisfaction.
You feel a glowing dark strength surge inside you, grown from your terror and persistence, it seeps out from your bones reaches outward to your skin.
You stay still until the heat of your surroundings lession and you feel the Zebra at your side begin to breath deeply again in dark panting sighs.
You look up and reach your hand to his mane and pull yourself on his back as he begins to rise from his own kneeling position. You feel his skin shimmy starting from the tip of his nose and traveling down his back until his tail swings like a club. With the wave of shake you see his stripes fade to the deepest black of midnight. You feel the blackness of your frame seep onto your skin until the hand that clutch the Zebra are cased in a hard protective shell. Your armor looks like a steel sheath around your body, but feel like your own skin, not heavy and as fluid.
The Zebra turns, toward the path of the voice and his right hoof claws at the ground his black breath steams hot from his dark mouth.
You wait, wait, for him to move, wait for your fate to be told this day. Wait for the decision you have made to bear fruit.
The deep dark redness of the deepest hole is now beginning to creep into the cavern. You see the copper red glow of the formless voice hovering over the causem. Soon the two red beings will meet one coming from above and one from below. Your legs bind tightly around the Zebra's side.
He springs, faster, faster...faster
over the hard dark obsidian ground. Sparks fly from his hoves in bright red arcs.
You realize ...
You feel a glowing dark strength surge inside you, grown from your terror and persistence, it seeps out from your bones reaches outward to your skin.
You stay still until the heat of your surroundings lession and you feel the Zebra at your side begin to breath deeply again in dark panting sighs.
You look up and reach your hand to his mane and pull yourself on his back as he begins to rise from his own kneeling position. You feel his skin shimmy starting from the tip of his nose and traveling down his back until his tail swings like a club. With the wave of shake you see his stripes fade to the deepest black of midnight. You feel the blackness of your frame seep onto your skin until the hand that clutch the Zebra are cased in a hard protective shell. Your armor looks like a steel sheath around your body, but feel like your own skin, not heavy and as fluid.
The Zebra turns, toward the path of the voice and his right hoof claws at the ground his black breath steams hot from his dark mouth.
You wait, wait, for him to move, wait for your fate to be told this day. Wait for the decision you have made to bear fruit.
The deep dark redness of the deepest hole is now beginning to creep into the cavern. You see the copper red glow of the formless voice hovering over the causem. Soon the two red beings will meet one coming from above and one from below. Your legs bind tightly around the Zebra's side.
He springs, faster, faster...faster
over the hard dark obsidian ground. Sparks fly from his hoves in bright red arcs.
You realize ...