Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27070860-20171002204638

(You’d think my horse would be dead by now, but no, he’s alive. I apologize that I jump in randomly at any moment ‘cuz I really have limited time to do stuff here ;-; forgive me)

Ka sat opposite to the tree for the next few hours-

Minutes, seconds, it could have even been days.

That was the problem, Ka grimaced. He didn’t have anything to measure time with- there was no ‘day’ or ‘night’, there was no ‘noon’, ‘morning’ or ‘midnight’. It was just ‘now’, ‘tomorrow’, and ‘yesterday’ all taped together.

If time would have been something physical, Ka would have seen it’s strings all mixed together, each string circling around another. There wouldn’t be any patterns, any rules or expectations. It would just be a bundle of strings. Ripped strings, long strings, short strings, grey strings, green strings; but in the end, it wouldn’t matter what the horse pulled, how he’d arrange the strings; they were already long gone, beyond repair.

Time was gone, time was dead.

Time simply didn’t exist in this forest. The trees didn’t age, the grass didn’t grow, the horse would stay the same for the rest of eternity.

Of course, only if time’s strings were indeed tangled.

Who knows, maybe, this forest was located in a place unknown to others; maybe it was on a planet where one day in Jamaa equalled only a fraction of this planet’s day- same with the nights.

This- this was all confusing. Why not kill the horse? They basically threw Ka here to kill him, so why not murder him on the spot? Hang him when he was unconscious. Ka has seen plenty of those before.

Jammers were confusing creatures; half of them would cry when they’d see someone’s neck be looped around with a rope, the other half would cheer and throw tomatoes at them. Ka never understood, and never wished to understand them. Did he not fit in?

His friends-

“Not your friends”

-Not my friends-

“Not anyone’s friends”

-Not anyone’s friends. Those… ‘jammers’, dare he even call them that, didn’t care for what the horse felt for them. Didn’t care for the effort he put into protecting them all his life.

Those stupid ‘jammers’ threw him in a murderous forest- he didn’t dare lie to himself, he knew where he was. He’d read plenty of novels describing a forest of no sun, where good and evil never ‘was’. The forest just existed, did nothing but that. It existed, and the creatures within it- they weren’t good, they weren’t bad, because the forest didn’t hold the jammer’s stupid moral-rules. Creatures killed because they’d like to eat. They were hungry. They aren’t bad, they aren’t good, they’re hungry. They require nothing more to be described as starving.

They were hungry. Jammers get hungry, too. The creatures get food- they kill others to satisfy the hunger. Jammers get hungry too- but since killing with their own claws is ‘bad’, they’ll simply kill without their claws to satisfy their hunger. Ka never understood rules the jammers held, so maybe it was indeed better that he was stuck in this forest. There was no ‘good’ or ‘bad’ anymore, he didn’t have any rules here- he just existed.

The horse continued pulling on the tree’s strings, the power slowly draining from his body. Ka didn’t really care- the whole point of his power, was to use it. Weather it would make him feel like crap later, or if the tree wouldn’t exist afterwards didn’t matter.

There was no time limiting him, there were no rules limiting him, there was no label you could give Ka. The horse could do whatever he wanted.

Suddenly, the horse grinned slightly, staring at the bundle of strings he managed to hold in his left hoof. All of them lead from the roots of the tree to its highest branches. These strings were what made this tree what it is; it made the tree out of bark, it made the tree grow leaves, it let the tree drain water and minerals from the ground.

All of this; the horse could alter ALL of it to his wishes. Of course, it came with the price of having to wait through a bit of pain until he could use his power again, but he could do it. He could alter this tree, he could change it. He could do as he pleased.

And he did just that.

He snapped the strings, his sharp hooves cutting through the tree, as if a sword.

Seconds later, the large oak tumbled to the ground, it’s leaves turning from a juicy green to an ugly, dark brown. Its bark broke apart, snapping in half and drying out, as its roots crumbled and dissolved into dust. It wasn’t a tree anymore, it was just a lump of material, snapped it half.

Ka smiled brightly, clearly happy with how it turned out. And look at that- he wasn’t even as tired as he’d expected himself to be. The last time he tried this, he passed out. He was chasing after someone who was trying to kill his friends-

“Not your friends”

-not his friends-

“Not anyone’s friends”

-not anyone’s friends.

Never mind, the horse didn’t care anymore.

A moment later, Ka realised the tumbling oak must have attracted an unwanted visitor, seeing as a pair of eyes emerged from the darkness, lighting up from the moonlight.

The horse grinned; because he could use his remaining power. Because he knew how to use it- back in Jamaa, he wouldn’t dare even try this. He wouldn’t dare use his powers to alter someone else’s existence, he wouldn’t dare alter anything that wasn’t meant to altered. Because it was ‘bad’.

Now, it too, was bad. But it was good at the same time; it wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. It was nothing- nobody cared.

The creature slowly slinked out from the trees, it’s sponge-like legs stepping carefully over the crumbled Oak, their gigantic eyes trained on the horse.

Black claws stuck from under the creature’s dog-like paws, as sharp, meter long teeth escaped their mouth. A lizard tongue escaped from in-between their lips, tasting the air around them.

The horns on their head were suddenly aimed at Ka, their scorpion tail hovering dangerously over their head, before running straight for their prey-

But their prey could alter the creature.

Maybe not their mind, maybe they couldn’t alter their thoughts and command it to back away.

But the animal was hungry.

That was the only reason it was attacking.

Ka reached his hand out to the creature, using all the power left in him to alter the animal’s insides; to re-arrange all the tubes and parts. The creature froze, before swaying from side to side. They were puzzled, because suddenly, this… ‘prey’ didn’t smell tasty anymore. It didn’t smell like ‘food’ anymore.

But what did smell good, were the berries in the bush next to the prey.

Ka grinned as he watched the gigantic monster sit next to him, using it’s terrifying, long claws to pick out red berries from in-between the bushes’ leaves.

Its body didn’t desire meat to fuel it anymore, all it needed were these weird red fruits Ka saw from before.

The horse’s grin widened, as he himself started plucking the red fruits from the branches, stuffing as much as he could in his hold.

The jammers back in his town bowed down to the ‘gods’ who held the food.

Ka wondered if it was any different here.

Maybe Ka could be that ‘god’ for once.