Onugale, wand'rer of Mataru

[Petewa]

 

 

On the land of Mataru Nui, there exists a hermit, seen by few, known by fewer,

He travels the island, presumably in search of the next war in which to fight,

With his tattered green cloak, and his old, rustic, mask, his one mechanical foot,

And his other mechanical thigh, this man travels, seen by few, known by fewer,

And to that man, I once dared speak, I asked if all the rumors were true, if he'd,

Fought in more wars than I'd live to know, if he took to wand'ring in shame of some,

Loss, of a foot, a thigh, an eye, or a hope? And he spoke back to me, a mere child,

He said, "Nope, the tales you tell are only half true, why ask of me and not seek in you?

In wars I've fought, and many too, why ask of me and not seek in you?" A mere child,

I was, I understood him not, I asked again how much was true, he said, "Why ask

Of me, and not seek, in you?" The man and I, we didn't speak for too long, he told,

Me he'd fought, he told me he'd won, he told me he'd lost, he told me he searched,

for that which was his, his kin, his love, his life, his own, a mere child I was, I understood,

Him not, he left the town, ne'er to return again, but years I waited, and in vain, those years,

Were spent. One day I traveled, in search of the man, and I saw him again, he was as an,

Angel, wing-ed and graced, he appeared to have just fought, he appeared to have won,

He had, with him now, his child once again, I bid him farewell, and off he went, I traveled,

The land, telling tales of his day, the day that the man, came crashing my way, the tale of the,

Matoran, who'd fought for us all, the tale of the Matoran, who'd saved us all, who'd furled his,

Wings, into a cloak, and wandered round, on feet long broke, and to you again, I tell his tale,

For such is the way, of the Bionicle.

 

Features of this MOC:

*Weapon & Shouldergun storage

*Hammer

*Backstory in the form of a poem

*Cloak to wing/Hermit to angel feature

[Sergei Rahkmaninoff]

In all honesty, the MoC is not all that impressive. From what I can discern from your pictures, it doesn't really seem to have a color scheme, and the furled wings don't look much like a cloak. It probably looks better in real life than in your images, I suppose. And it does effectively imply a hermit sort of look.

 

But the poem is makes it worthwhile, and for this, you have my upvote and my accolade. ^{_{Though perhaps this would have been better suited to the Library, if the poem is the primary work... Regardless, well done on it.}}

Edited March 22, 2015 by Johnrahk

[Petewa]

In all honesty, the MoC is not all that impressive. From what I can discern from your pictures, it doesn't really seem to have a color scheme, and the furled wings don't look much like a cloak. It probably looks better in real life than in your images, I suppose. And it does effectively imply a hermit sort of look.

 

But the poem is makes it worthwhile, and for this, you have my upvote and my accolade. ^{_{Though perhaps this would have been better suited to the Library, if the poem is the primary work... Regardless, well done on it.}}

Yup, a sucky MOC I happened to write a poem about,

[Toa Doublebee]

I admit his story confused me a little. Someone took his son, and he got him back?

[Petewa]

I admit his story confused me a little. Someone took his son, and he got him back?

Yes.