From: SpifyMcBng
Icedancer sits idly, biding its time. Its luster, dampened by the darkness of the prison in which it is kept. How long will it be until the silent clicks of combination locks open this wretched place?
The minds of these people, dense and closed. How do they exist through such droll lives? The pit of a home in the humanoid's clothing was slightly more interesting; at least he moved. In fits of truest boredom, it could toy with his physical structure; that, no more than a minor bit of fun, so sought after now in this hellish nightmare of kidnapped status.
It could escape. Easily so. To grow again, as it had around the body of the humanoid Nova Grey Shadow. Ah, but all have weaknesses. Defeated at the hands of Colton, no doubt would it be beaten again, banished for its danger, destroying the chance for revival. No, patience, a virtue, but why so difficult to maintain?
What is this? Another weakling mind, but touched. So minor is the essence, could it be? Pathfinder, I seek you! Not present. What of this connection? The thoughts.. youthful, vibrant. This boy may prove useful? Hardly! But, nay. Choosing does not a good beggar make. Were the lad to show no more intelligence than the flowing river, it would still be an improved situation.
A waste of such fine power! Necessity demands it.
Subtle ideas become entrapped within the subconscious. Unknowing as to why, the fates press him onward to perform a deed not of his choosing.
((Note: Although the specific person wasn't mentioned, the parties involved know who it is. If you make your character the chosen one, and it's not supposed to be them, we will kil u ded. :
:))