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Post by mule-guts on Sept 12, 2018 12:23:25 GMT -6
Location: Surrounding forests of Onea
When: Late afternoon, spring of 1701
Who: Disciple Vitali and Hedgewitch Asrai
So, you want to learn about the Gods, little one? Well, don't I have a story for you. |
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Post by mule-guts on Sept 12, 2018 12:25:21 GMT -6
| hey, young loney is it all okay? Vitali | Disciple
WC | 305
Post | 1 |
The words of Digend rang through the boy’s head like church bells. It had been a few days since she spoke with him and her words wouldn’t leave. His soul was opened, ripped apart, and built anew. Digend had resurfaced traumas that Vitali had long buried, bringing pain within him he wished to never feel again.
AREN’T YOU TIRED OF SUFFERING?
He didn’t know. He wasn’t aware. Not until Digend truly showed him. Lungs heaved with air that wasn’t there and legs shook like the quakes of Hireath. Vitali had left the pit confused and derailed but on a mission. His deity gave him an option and he refused to let her down. The one false god that decided to play with an unsuspecting soul was wrong and cruel. He wanted to break that connection that they held on him.
Go forth and show who I really am.
Fresh, dewy grass crunched under the pegasus’ hooves as he quietly followed a small group of hedgewitches. A mother and her son, he gathered. Vitali thought them perfect. The young one seemed moldable and easily manipulated. He would go for him, waiting until the two were separated before executing his own little plan. The sun shone dimly in the bright blue sky, not like it could be seen under the thick coverage of the trees. Birds and bugs chatted among the woods, joined by Vitali’s moth’s own alien like chitter.
The boy found a perfect opening, the child was off alone and unsuspecting. With an aura of dark orange teke, Vitali grabbed the dagger that he kept hitched to his foreleg. Without hesitation, he gave a deep slice to his rear left flank. Crimson blood ran from the wound and with a strained scream, a scream only meant to grab attention, he fell to the forest floor.
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Post by hydrus101 on Sept 13, 2018 22:47:36 GMT -6
 A S R A I• Vagabond | Hedgewitch •
“I don’t care what it takes, I am going to do what I know is right.
The thick boughs of the dense Onean trees swayed overhead, casting shadows across the two equine figures steadily making their way through the forest. The first set of hooves was steady, an older mare who knew her way through these dangerous forests. The second set was lighter, a young colt, wary and uncertain of the rocky terrain beneath his hooves. The boy, Asrai, wasn’t scared, oh no. He wasn’t scared of almost anything, but the foliage around him was thick and the limbs of the trees were low, obscuring his vision, making him feel unsafe. Nakamentha, however, was in her element. She knew these woods like the back of her eyelids, even if they were an entire continent away. The mother son duo were on their way back from a business meeting with another hedgewitch, an old family friend who had some hard to find things the pair needed for some obscure spell or concoction they had cooked up. The deal had gone wonderfully and the pair had taken a short break on their way back to the docks, their saddlebags stuffed with native herbs and rare items.
Dropping her load and handing the canteen to Asrai, the mare stood and trotted away for a bathroom break, leaving the little palomino alone with their things. Restless, Asrai began to study the plants around him, testing his own memory to pass the time. Cutting through his concentration, a scream, bloodcurdling and primal in its very essence, broke the silence. The young hedgewitch’s head jolted up, eyes wide and ears pinned back. He would’ve waited for Naka if not for the pain in the strangers voice.
Pushing his way through the brush, the boy headed towards the source, keeping his wings tucked to his sides. The path ahead opened up onto a small sort of clearing and the colt froze. Bright crimson and even brighter feathers made themselves known before Asrai could even register that there was a living body convulsing at his hooves. Pushing down his urge to vomit, Asrai took a step back to process. A body, a wound, a sudden pain-filled scream.
Wether it was his naïveté or innate kindness, Asrai didn’t care who this horse was or where they came from. All he knew is that they needed help and that he could supply it.
Without much else to go on, Asrai dropped down to eye height. He skipped past any form of introduction out of urgency and lowered his voice in case the attacker was still nearby.
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna help you, alright? Hold still.” Without waiting for a much of a response, the boy gingerly reached out with his teke and pressed down on the gushing wound. “What happened to you?”
WC: 459
Post: 1
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Post by mule-guts on Sept 17, 2018 23:56:33 GMT -6
| hey, young loney is it all okay? Vitali | Disciple
WC | 236
Post | 2 |
It wasn’t long before the child responded to Vitali’s call for help. Perfect. The cultist laid within the grass, pain welling up in his leg, however, not troubled by it. Despite popular belief, physical pain was a foreign feeling to the cultist. He found it quite...homey. Large round ears perked as the young Hedgewitch pushed through the brush. Only to have them flatten with the lowering of his head, acting as if he was in more discomfort than he actually was.
The inant kindness of the boy didn’t throw him off guard but it was still weird. Very rarely did Vitali come across a kind soul. Gross. He went to open his mouth to respond to the first statement but was interrupted by a wince with the pressure of teke. His striped leg jerked back slightly as he inhaled through his teeth. Gotta be convincing, right?
“Theives.” He explained with a groan, nostrils flared.
“Took...my dagger...and familiar.” Lies spilling through his maw. His dagger was strewn within the bushes and his giant moth nestled somewhere in the trees. Vitali rarely ever talked but when he did, it was choppy and strained. Sort of hard to understand, but he tried his best for the cause at hoof.
“Please...help…” Vitali caught eyes with the other pegasus, filled with a false sincerity. He had no doubt that the boy would provide aid but it seemed right to plead for it.
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Post by hydrus101 on Sept 21, 2018 22:03:19 GMT -6
A S R A I• Vagabond | Hedgewitch •
“I don’t care what it takes, I am going to do what I know is right.
Mind racing, the little palomino listened as the other explained the situation in a hushed, raspy tone.
Thieves. Okay, unexpected but not unheard of. This is a rough part of Onea after all. Dagger and familiar gone. Alright, not much he could really do about that. Help. That, that he could do. The wound was deep, to say the least. Fresh too. Hopefully with a bit of luck it wouldn’t become infected, if he worked quickly.
“Oh geez, this is pretty bad...” Asrai mumbled, watching blood ooze down the others leg like a thick, morbid syrup. “I have to go get some supplies if I’m going to fix you, okay? Stay here...er.... Don’t move too much.”
Murmuring to himself to get the order of tasks sorted, Asrai pulled himself to his hooves and quickly loped back towards the camp, grabbing his overflowing saddlebags and quickly stumbling back. He slung the pack down, mindful not to hit anyone, and rifled through it, drawing out a vial of some liquid.
“This might sting...” the hedgewitch warned, before dousing the split in alcohol, doing his best to disinfect anything that could’ve gotten into the wound.
Asrai would never claim to be a good doctor, but he was one anyways. Carefully gauging his “patient’s” reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting him too bad, Asrai focused on attempting to stop the bleeding somewhat. It had slowed down a little but was still definitely coming, much to his dismay. Suddenly unsure of what to do, Asrai swiveled his head back to the clearing, searching desperately for his mother. A part of the young hedgewitch desperately wanted to run off and find her, to ask what he should do next. He had always relied on her for everything, but....no. This time he would have to do it himself.
Reinvigorated, Asrai confidently stood and grabbed onto a low hanging branch just above their heads and snapped it off at the base to create a stick a little under a foot long. Rushing back, he drew a length of fabric and gauze from his bags and wrapped up the stranger’s leg, fashioning a very basic tourniquet to hopefully slow the blood loss.
Now finished with his work, the little pegasus dropped to the ground next to the stranger, breathing heavily and speaking between his breaths.
“Okay, I think I’ve gotten it all cleaned up. I don’t think it’s deep enough to need stitches, so this should be okay for now.”
Lifting his head again, Asrai smiled at the other pegasus, a genuine grin that almost matched his coat in its whiteness. “Now that all that‘s is over, I never got your name?
WC: 444
Post: 2
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Post by mule-guts on Oct 4, 2018 11:36:44 GMT -6
| hey, young loney is it all okay? Vitali | Disciple
WC | 338
Post | 3 |
The way this boy worked was almost...mesmerizing. In an odd way, Vitali found it enjoyable to watch. The problem-solving, the struggle that laced his face, he was doing so much for a stranger who could very well harm him. It would have warmed Vitali’s heart...if he had one. He did as the boy told. Not moving much, I mean, he had nowhere to be but right here, so that wasn’t hard. Large, round ears twitched as he mumbled to himself, figuring out what to do next. Honestly, Vitali just wanted this to be over. He wanted to convert the child and be blessed by his God. Nevertheless, the disciple was committed and he would finish out his quest to the fullest of his abilities.
As foretold, the alcohol that was used to disinfect the wound, did sting, causing his striped leg to reflexively pull back. A grunt passed through his throat with a grimace. It was a manageable pain, one that faded quickly, however, painful enough to pull him from his thoughts. Vitali’s umber eyes locked back onto the other pegasus as he finished up dressing the wound and plopping his bright body next to his own. In any other state, he would have stepped aside, giving him his space back but alas, camaraderie had to be endured.
Vitali nodded in understanding that he was done only to be caught off-guard by asking his name. He only just recently received a real one and was it even safe to give it? It took a moment for him to reply, probably longer than it should have. “Redd…” A name he was once called but couldn’t quite pinpoint when or why. It didn’t matter. With a shift of weight and a mild uncomfortable look on his face, Vitali pressed the conversation. “Thank you…uh..” A stutter ended the disciple's statement, unsure of the boy's name either, hoping he would fill the gap. He exhaled, struggling to find words. “...So young...why’re you out alone?” He asked knowing full well that he wasn't.
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Post by hydrus101 on Oct 8, 2018 21:52:09 GMT -6
A S R A I• Vagabond | Hedgewitch •
“I don’t care what it takes, I am going to do what I know is right.
In response to the boy’s question, the zedonk paused, almost as if he were contemplating before offering an answer. In a croaky voice, the other stallion replied and shifted his weight, not that Asrai was paying as much attention to his actions as his words.
Now, despite the innocent gleam in his eyes, Asrai wasn’t as dumb as he looked. Sure, he was naive as all hell, but he still knew when he was being given a fake name. Or at least, when he thought he might’ve been given a fake. Asrai knew of a mare back in the town by his home that didn’t have a name. Everyone called her something different so she ended up forgetting her original name, perhaps it was the same with this guy? Or again, maybe it was a fake and the palomino colt was just overthinking it.
Regardless of the others intent, Asrai echoed the name under his breath, hoping to avoid the awkward “what did you say your name was?” conversation later on down the road. As expected, the other pegasus returned the question, and Asrai debated for just a moment about giving the other something false as well, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
”Asrai, my name’s Asrai.” He said, throwing an encouraging smile towards his soon-to-be friend. It was obvious that the stallion had some trouble speaking, but the colt wouldn’t bring attention to it. He knew exactly what it was like to get picked on for his imperfections.
The pega- Redd. Redd spoke again, this time posing a question Asrai was quick to answer. “...So young...why’re you out alone?”
“Oh no, no, I’m not alone.” Asrai shook his head slightly, white wavy hair falling down into his eyes. “My mom’s just over there. We’re going to be heading back home soon, but we stopped for a second. Good thing we did, huh?”
The boy, now having regained his breath and focus, stood up. He popped his head up over the bushes behind them, searching for the telltale sign of his mother’s bright red coat. The mare was nowhere in sight, much to Asrai’s concern, but their stuff was still lying untouched in the clearing. Turning back to the zedonk, the palomino reached out his wing and brushed it against the tourniquet, examining it once again.
“I know it’s way too early for you to even try moving, but do you think you could manage to get to the clearing over there? I can steady you. I’m sure we have some spare food and water if you need it. Kaia’s been extra nice to us this year.”
WC: 445
Post: 3
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Post by foalish on Dec 22, 2018 22:23:44 GMT -6
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