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Post by savannauni on Feb 10, 2016 17:49:25 GMT -6
Passing Ships Characters: Soriano and Zestoka Plot: The ex-fiance meets the ex-fiancee. The two meet on the mountain, both are trying to get off the mountain back to the town. But luck is on their side, pack of wolves are hot on their heels, waiting for one of them to trip up and be devoured.
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Post by savannauni on Feb 10, 2016 18:04:29 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
The mountain was unusually calm. The snow was still instead if whipping up into small flurries to try and slow down her progress. The sun was about to being to set below the large range of mountains stretching further than the eye could see. There was no breeze, and no clouds threatening to snow or rain down sleet.
Zestoka made her way through the snow. Ruining the perfection of its surface with her large hoof prints she left behind with every step. She moved easily through the snow today, 'I should reach the town before day break tomorrow.' She thought as she passed through the forest on this side of the mountain. She looked looked around and noticed another trail of hoof print. Curiosity got the best of her as she decided to check them, "They're fresh." She mumbled, realizing that the smell left there was still strong. She up and wrinkled her nose. The smell was familiar, but she couldn't remember who it belonged to. Weighing her options she decided to follow the tracks, after all they were too headed down the mountain, maybe she knew this horse well enough to help them out.
Word Count: 197
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Feb 10, 2016 19:07:47 GMT -6
Soriano | War Forged Merchant
Soriano looked around, quite suspicious of the stillness of the mountain air. It was never this still. He looked behind him, stopping for a second to listen to see if anything was approaching him from behind. THe dark stallion thought he heard something, but shook it off and continued to walk towards Skeldr Town, happy to have made it back just after the first snowfall. He checked his pack again to make sure that he still had the herbs for Marco in his pack, knowing that the younger freckled stallion would be more than happy to have some more herbs for his coffee shop.
Soriano’s orange eyes drifted up to the sky, still not enjoying the stillness of everything. It wasn’t the most natural thing for the forest at the foot of the mountain, making him uneasy. He was also weary of any predators, and worn down from his travels over Hireath through the summer.
”Let’s hope I make it home in one piece,” he muttered to himself, not at all happy with how things were looking. For some reason his mind drifted back to the sounds he had heard behind, somehow they made him think back to the days he had been engaged. He didn’t really remember what she looked like, but he sure as hell could remember her name and that she was a mare to be reckoned with.
Word Count: 233
Overall: 233
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Post by savannauni on Feb 10, 2016 22:08:09 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
The large draft mare continued following the hoof steps left behind in the blindingly white snow. As she followed them her eyebrows furrowed, mentally she was trying to place a name and a face to the smell. As Zet repeatedly draw only blanks she let out an irritated huff of hair that turned to steam in the cold weather. She shook her head once, reminding herself she would figure out who it was soon enough. As the grullo mare continued trudging through the snow she realized the sun would be setting in a few minuets and she would be left in the darkness of night in this snow covered forest. "Crap." She grumbled aloud, she didn't want to be stuck on this damn mountain for another night.
Zet sighed and held her head up again, now she was determined to find out who this horse was before the light was gone and she would be left stumbling blindly though the darkness, most likely running into trees along her way. She picked up her huge hooves and transitioned into a lesirous canter through the forest weaving in and out of trees. She listened to the sound of snow crunching under her hooves and her breath coming out n even puffs. As she grew nearer she was able to make out a horse's shape now. 'Good.' She thought seeing the sun would be gone any moment now. As she drew closer she transitioned into a careful jog. Now she was a few feet away, and the horse had definitely heard her by now. As she continued to stare at his coat her eyes widened. "Aw der'mo." She swore quietly under her breath. It was her ex finace; Soriano.
Word Count: 288
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Feb 15, 2016 19:12:21 GMT -6
Soriano | War Forged Merchant
Soriano’s ears flicked back once more as the crunching of snow became closer. He glanced over his shoulder, spotting a dark figure. As the figure approached closer, he could make out just who it was. He had to blink to truly make sure it was her.
“Krista?” He asked, shocked to see the larger unicorn mare. Soriano had to blink once more and shake his head a little bit, completely shocked to see her once more.
He looked to the mountains, to only see the sun was nearly gone. The dark stallion looked back at Zestoka. “Uh, might I ask what you are doing out here at such a late hour?”He asked, his voice somewhat hesitate. He knew that the mare before him had a burning hate for him. Why? He had not a clue. Soriano had seen the hate in her eyes upon first meeting the mare, and he was quite shocked to have seen so much rage within the mare for someone whom she had never met before.
Soriano once again checked his bag as the mare drew closer, not very sure what to say beyond his first question. He looked back forward, hoping that she would come to a stop and they would be able to trudge back to Skeldr together. It was always safer to travel with one or more other herd members once the sun went down.
Word Count: 237
Overall: 470
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Post by savannauni on Feb 15, 2016 19:28:58 GMT -6
The large mare winced hearing him address her as her old name as if an invisible wound had been inflicted upon her. "Its Zestoka now." She said after a deep breath with a slight ire to her words. Krista was a weakling others had taken advantage of, eaten, and spit out. But Zestoka was someone who could care for herself and did not take crap from others. The mare forced mind and body to recompose herself before addressing the stallion."Soriao." She said, the word bringing back old memories she had attempted to tuck away.
"I was training." She said, holding herself up more. She was rather proud of herself for her desperation to always get better and stronger. She walked up next to him, there was a slight shake in her steps but she also forced that to end. "I could ask you the same thing." She said. Not sure what else to say she mumbled "H-how've you been?" trying to be polite but it was obvious she wasn't sure what to do with this situation.
Word Count: 177
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Post by DaretoDream0 on Feb 18, 2016 16:36:41 GMT -6
Soriano | War Forged Merchant
”I wasn’t aware that you had changed your name. Sorry for that, Zestoka,” he said, now knowing where he stood with the larger mare. Soriano looked to her, a quizzical light in his orange eyes, but it quickly diminished once he thought about why she would be training.
“I’m out here so late because I just recently got back from my travels,” the burnt stallion told her. “I just got done with my summer deliveries, so now I need to work back on my stock before the spring and my visit to Sirith,” he said. It was nice to be able to speak with the mare. He flicked an ear as she asked him he was doing.
“My travels around Hiraeth can get a little lonely, but it’s always nice to see familiar faces once I get to a town,” Soriano said, his head picking up as he thought about how he was doing. He looked to the large unicorn mare next to him. “How have you been doing, Zestoka?” He asked her, a small shiver running down his spin at the stillness of the air. His winter coat wasn’t quite as full as he would have liked it to be, but he was simply happy to have even some kind of semblance to one.
Word Count: 225
Overall: 695
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