Post by fleabittengray on Jan 23, 2024 4:46:46 GMT -7
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Manipulation by Vhitany[attr="class", hideScrollChildSamson]
Why had he come here? Mount Malvolia was a place for the courageous, not for those like Samson, whose bravery wavered easily - if it even existed in the moment at all. Yet the young brute had to admit, he was curious about the active volcano, and really, was it any more dangerous than living out his days in Desolate Earth? Certainly more dangerous than Rosemonde had ever been (gods, how he missed the red canyon and his mom and his sister), but Desolate Earth was probably at least just as dangerous, if not more, than the volcano. The lava that flowed from the peak of the volcano, first of all, was slow moving, and it all seemed to be moving away from where he was standing - at a very far distance from the more unstable ground that lay near the base of the volcano. Meanwhile, he had to watch his step everywhere at home because there was so much mud and muck that could easily swallow him whole, never to be seen or heard from again, unless he ended up in the Afterlife of course. However, the thing is, Samson didn't want to die. He sometimes just didn't want to exist. There was a difference, okay?
So there he stood, a very safe distance away from the actual volcano, gazing in its direction and watching as lava oozed out of the great big ol' crater within the mountain. His green eyes morphed into a more organ hue, mimicking the beauty of the burning hot magma. Samson wondered if anyone else would be nearby. He would not be surprised if the only one here near the mountain was himself. This was deemed an unsafe, unstable terrain and that was usually more than enough to keep others away but... Samson felt a sort of kinship with the volcano. After all, he himself oftentimes felt unstable as well. There was no telling just when he might erupt himself, with anger or with sorrow or something in between. The thought had a soft sigh escaping from the boy, a frown on his lips as his color-changing eyes continued to watch the flow of lava.
"Speech"
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Samson
Open to anyone! He is the son of Eos and Underoath, if that helps you decide who to pick.
2 years 8 months, winter, before sunrise
Why had he come here? Mount Malvolia was a place for the courageous, not for those like Samson, whose bravery wavered easily - if it even existed in the moment at all. Yet the young brute had to admit, he was curious about the active volcano, and really, was it any more dangerous than living out his days in Desolate Earth? Certainly more dangerous than Rosemonde had ever been (gods, how he missed the red canyon and his mom and his sister), but Desolate Earth was probably at least just as dangerous, if not more, than the volcano. The lava that flowed from the peak of the volcano, first of all, was slow moving, and it all seemed to be moving away from where he was standing - at a very far distance from the more unstable ground that lay near the base of the volcano. Meanwhile, he had to watch his step everywhere at home because there was so much mud and muck that could easily swallow him whole, never to be seen or heard from again, unless he ended up in the Afterlife of course. However, the thing is, Samson didn't want to die. He sometimes just didn't want to exist. There was a difference, okay?
So there he stood, a very safe distance away from the actual volcano, gazing in its direction and watching as lava oozed out of the great big ol' crater within the mountain. His green eyes morphed into a more organ hue, mimicking the beauty of the burning hot magma. Samson wondered if anyone else would be nearby. He would not be surprised if the only one here near the mountain was himself. This was deemed an unsafe, unstable terrain and that was usually more than enough to keep others away but... Samson felt a sort of kinship with the volcano. After all, he himself oftentimes felt unstable as well. There was no telling just when he might erupt himself, with anger or with sorrow or something in between. The thought had a soft sigh escaping from the boy, a frown on his lips as his color-changing eyes continued to watch the flow of lava.
"Speech"
Open
350
Samson
Open to anyone! He is the son of Eos and Underoath, if that helps you decide who to pick.
2 years 8 months, winter, before sunrise
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