Post by Beyond Birthday on Jan 23, 2009 20:19:22 GMT -6
Born the son of Wraithchild, Merchant was the seventh son of a seventh son. Even from the earliest days of his youth something was different about him. His visage of the world lacked any kind of hue to speak of; it appeared only in a dull spectrum of black and white. Did what he see through his eyes have any correlation to the life he now lived? Suffice to say it was so. Throughout Merchant's 10 years on this Earth nothing of interest seemed to follow in pursuit where he walked.
Now was a time of change. The age-battered mutt struggled to make his way to the opposite shore to escape the radiated waters that surrounded him. Moments before, a flash of light had shot into the distance, engulfing the sky in a bloody crimson and unleashing a chemical downpour upon the land. Panting for each breath as he swam the distance through the waters was like a one on one battle with death itself. The sweet beckon lulled for him to stop struggling and plunder into the depths of abyss. How delightful that sounded. No. Now was not the time to give in. As death neared, Merchant had to fight harder to ensure he would emerge the one victorious. Whether it was the acidic pangs of the water on his body that forced him along or some willing tenacity of his now hardened spirit, he did not know.
Minutes that felt as if they were entire days slowly passed as Merchant struggled harder still for the bank and at last, he had made it. Slowly pawing his way up from the bank and onto absolute land, his body fell with a deserved thud. The radiation had taken a toll on his body; stripped of his graying black fur and undercoat and left with burns in their place.
Closing his eyes, Merchant left his world of black and white hues behind. The next time he would open them a world of crimson was to await.
Now was a time of change. The age-battered mutt struggled to make his way to the opposite shore to escape the radiated waters that surrounded him. Moments before, a flash of light had shot into the distance, engulfing the sky in a bloody crimson and unleashing a chemical downpour upon the land. Panting for each breath as he swam the distance through the waters was like a one on one battle with death itself. The sweet beckon lulled for him to stop struggling and plunder into the depths of abyss. How delightful that sounded. No. Now was not the time to give in. As death neared, Merchant had to fight harder to ensure he would emerge the one victorious. Whether it was the acidic pangs of the water on his body that forced him along or some willing tenacity of his now hardened spirit, he did not know.
Minutes that felt as if they were entire days slowly passed as Merchant struggled harder still for the bank and at last, he had made it. Slowly pawing his way up from the bank and onto absolute land, his body fell with a deserved thud. The radiation had taken a toll on his body; stripped of his graying black fur and undercoat and left with burns in their place.
Closing his eyes, Merchant left his world of black and white hues behind. The next time he would open them a world of crimson was to await.
