Running with Buffalo
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2025 5:10 pm
Actually enjoying the fresh air and sunshine for once was the walking mountain himself, Teralok. It was a nice day outside and after experiencing the crushing depths of the seabed he decided to stay up above the cozy embrace of the earthy mantle beneath everyone's feet. The highlands where he unearthed himself seemed a good a place as any to stretched his redefined legs.
Feeling a literal ton lighter since his transformation, he could feel the atmosphere without the clogged filter of dense energies in his skin. Where usually he would feel fear and anxiety reverberating in his pores, he now felt bliss and curiosity pulling him forward. The birds sounded different, the plants were more harmonious, even the clouds were less foreboding. It was really a nice day in Teralok's book, so at peace with himself that even the latent darkness growing with each passing moment of the Horsemen's reign couldn't convince him otherwise. Laying on a hill in a field of tall grass and weeds Teralok probably looked closer to his real age than he ever had before.
A condensed version of his previous form but more refined by the umpteenth degree. His youthful source showing itself vibrantly in his eyes and ever flowing hair. His curiosity piqued at everything that moved instead of the weary demeanor he usually carried, cautious of darkness around every corner. He had all but forgotten the scars of his journey as his body burned away at the darkness that flowed through him, as if it were merely fuel, any anticipation he had for fear or danger was added to the fire that he moved with. There wasn't a single impure, unbound, or unstable piece of material in his body left to hold such dark forces.
Sitting up from his laid-out position in the grass he watched as a herd of strange buffalo looking creatures stampeded by. It was about midday and the clouds drifted full and lazily across the sun to their destination. He couldn't pay any mind to the season or even the direction they were headed, his skin was so hot to the touch water evaporated on contact. The grass around him dried and cracked within seconds, still his senses were too dilated to care, gazing at the wonders of the surface as if it was his first time above ground.
The stampede of animals rushing past was exhilarating to the warrior, emotions rushed over him so violently he was on his feet before he knew why. He wanted to follow them. Taking off suddenly he veered into the same direction, striding parallel with the horned creatures at a speed he never knew his feet could carry him. All he knew was he felt the creatures were happy as they ran and he knew he would be too.
Feeling a literal ton lighter since his transformation, he could feel the atmosphere without the clogged filter of dense energies in his skin. Where usually he would feel fear and anxiety reverberating in his pores, he now felt bliss and curiosity pulling him forward. The birds sounded different, the plants were more harmonious, even the clouds were less foreboding. It was really a nice day in Teralok's book, so at peace with himself that even the latent darkness growing with each passing moment of the Horsemen's reign couldn't convince him otherwise. Laying on a hill in a field of tall grass and weeds Teralok probably looked closer to his real age than he ever had before.
A condensed version of his previous form but more refined by the umpteenth degree. His youthful source showing itself vibrantly in his eyes and ever flowing hair. His curiosity piqued at everything that moved instead of the weary demeanor he usually carried, cautious of darkness around every corner. He had all but forgotten the scars of his journey as his body burned away at the darkness that flowed through him, as if it were merely fuel, any anticipation he had for fear or danger was added to the fire that he moved with. There wasn't a single impure, unbound, or unstable piece of material in his body left to hold such dark forces.
Sitting up from his laid-out position in the grass he watched as a herd of strange buffalo looking creatures stampeded by. It was about midday and the clouds drifted full and lazily across the sun to their destination. He couldn't pay any mind to the season or even the direction they were headed, his skin was so hot to the touch water evaporated on contact. The grass around him dried and cracked within seconds, still his senses were too dilated to care, gazing at the wonders of the surface as if it was his first time above ground.
The stampede of animals rushing past was exhilarating to the warrior, emotions rushed over him so violently he was on his feet before he knew why. He wanted to follow them. Taking off suddenly he veered into the same direction, striding parallel with the horned creatures at a speed he never knew his feet could carry him. All he knew was he felt the creatures were happy as they ran and he knew he would be too.