Post by Sheik Zephier on Feb 18, 2015 17:13:05 GMT -5
A low pitch whistled through the trees nearby. Only aggravating the man sitting cross-legged on a bare patch of earth, arms resting on his knees in a meditative position. He felt as if Allah were taunting him. Your trapped in this forsaken place, what you gonna do now? His closed eye-lids twitched slightly at his annoyance. Nearly half the world was similar to his homeland, yet he got dumped here. In a place so foreign it might as well be on a different earth. The trees were different, the ground, the birds, the people... hell, even the sun itself seemed smaller. Further. It's warmth alluding his grasp.
His body was so gripped by tension he couldn't even concentrate. His mind and thoughts a blur. He tried his best to block it out, but still the tension persisted.
"Vigilance. Speed. Strength. Wisdom. Ho-"
His voice stalled as the wind whistled once more through the trees. His eyes snapping open to look at the damned things. Never had he thought he would hate something as natural as those trees. Just the sight of them reminded him how far he was from the place he belonged.
"Well, shit."
He closed his eyes once more and released a shallow breath. His body relaxing as his mind plunged into the silence inside himself. The metaphorical link connecting his mind to his emotions snapping like a taunt thread. Of all his 'gifts' this was the one he most cherished. Without it he would of become just another war-ravenged lunatic to be put out of his misery via buckshot to the head. He refused to bite the bullet. Not yet, anyway. He had survived seventeen years, and he would live for more yet.
He opened his eyes and glanced to the sky, his calmed gaze scanning the clouds above. No birds. A storm was coming.