Post by Celtic on Dec 29, 2011 11:50:34 GMT -5
SPECTRUM
"I've never seen this place before..."
Spectrum gazed about him in boyish wonder. He had wandered into a wood; not a forest but a wood. The title of "forest" would be an insult to this place. It was completely untamed; dark, rich, and cold, almost like the depths of a lake in winter. The air nearly crackled with frost, and there seemed to be a network of small waterways travelling throughout the area. They were mostly frozen, but a good tap of the hoof solved that. Spectrum broke a hole in a nearby creek and gazed at his reflection. His sky-blue eyes glowed back at him. He frowned, spying a rivulet of blood, dried to a crust on his chin. "Thought I got that all off..." he muttered. He dipped his muzzle into the frigid water, relishing the numbing shock it brought.
Rising and shaking the drops of water from his whiskers, Spectrum decided to explore. "The air nearly glitters", he murmured in wonderment. This was true; winter seemed to have gained extra force in this wood; the trees themselves seemed to shiver. While Spectrum's body wasn't suited to cold, his mind was: he could warm himself - rather, create the illusion of warmth - with a focused and sustained thought.
All around him was silence. He was all alone.
"Oh, the things I could create here..."
He could practically see it in front of his eyes: a harem of beautiful mares, all smitten by his powers. Foals he could teach with his own mind, making them molds of himself.
"I could be my own boss..."
The scent of pine needles.
"The mighty father of dozens..."
Ice crystals gleaming on the branches.
"Keeper of a beautiful harem..."
The sweet taste of creek water.
"Weaver of dreams and nightmares..."
The great echo of silence.
"I could be so powerful."
