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Post by Zookcan on Oct 19, 2018 18:58:25 GMT -6
HEAL UP
ACORRO & ASHITASH
PRE - CHAPTER 6
Time of Day: Daytime
While rummaging for aloe leaves outside her base of operations, Ashitash comes across a rather beat-up looking skirmisher
named Acorro. Seeing as the stallion looked pretty bent up for some reason, Ashitash has prepared a good scolding.
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Post by Zookcan on Oct 19, 2018 18:58:47 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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Mud-caked hooves and clay-painted fetlocks carve their way through mud and sandstone undaunted. Sedo's red soil now splashed her underbelly and her chest with a fair bit of dusting, but a mare such as herself could never have really minded. To her, sanitary conditions and "looking-pretty" only mattered in her workplace and at highly-anticipated social gatherings. Horseflies nip at the skin around her neck and try to peck at her eyes, and she'd shoo them away with an adamant swipe of her telekinesis. But the flies were incessant, always coming back and pestering her like moody, pregnant mares. She supposed that was the one thing that bothered her about being out in the open: the pesks were persistent.
She was searching for aloe plants. The staple succulent of all her work, and her favorite among herbs, the charcoal-striped mare had gone out to fulfill her dire need of restocking supplies. Along the way she would spend her time digging for taproots and tubers, either to maintain her own energy or to stock up on the sort to return to her headquarters. After digging for some time now, Ashitash finally takes the time to lift her head away from the shallow ditch she had been carving out. The shallow roots of the tree appeared useless to her, earning a look of disappointment on that long snout. "Dammit." She mutters rather casually under her breath.
Then, to her surprise, a sound. Small rocks tumbling and slipping across the dirt. Being a mare with large and dished ears, it was obvious she could hear rather well. She looks toward the horizon, and spies a silhouette fumbling about in Sedo's heat. A stallion, it looks like, with a coat of red hues. Ashitash squints with scrutiny. "Hey pal, ya look real beat!"
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Post by buffyandbramble on Oct 21, 2018 10:40:38 GMT -6
Acorro
With hindsight, charging off had not been the greatest idea. It never was, but he seemed doomed to only remember this lesson after the fact. He was no doubt going to receive a lecture upon his return on the dangers of going off alone, of prioritising defences, of needless risk. It would be nothing he hadn't heard before, so if his fellow skirmishers thought that it was going to make a difference this time then they would be wasting their breath for he was completely unrepentant. The small set of child's saddlebags rested over his back, his triumph over the Ziuseset scavengers that had stolen them in the first place. One of the group's children had set them down then wandered too far from them, and an opportunistic canine had snatched them and ran off, much to the child's dismay. They'd run to the nearest adult, in this case Acorro, and he'd promised he'd go and get them back. It may only have been a small set of saddlebags, but they clearly meant a lot to the child and he couldn't say no to tears. Of course, he hadn't expected to chase the thieving canine out quite so far as he had, nor that it would have friends that would surprise him. One of them had gotten a lucky bite in above his hock and another a shallow scratch from a tooth down his shoulder before he'd chased them off with a couple of solid kicks. He was favouring his hind leg as he walked, and sweat from his chase had mixed with Sedo's red dust to leave dark streaks against his roan coat. He had no doubt he looked a bit of a mess (giving the others more fuel for their lectures, probably), but he'd ignore them, brush himself down after he got back and everything would be fine. At the sound of a voice he paused and pricked his ears, lifting his head as he looked for the source. He spotted Ashitash after a moment. "I suppose I've had better days!" he called back, glancing at himself because yep, he still looked like an absolute mess. He altered his walking route to head towards her, because it would be nothing but rude if he just kept on heading past. He was a social creature, and he also wanted to double check on a mare that was out on her own in case she needed help. Because it was generally ill-advised to be out on your own and he definitely wasn't a hypocrite.
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Post by Zookcan on Oct 25, 2018 14:18:43 GMT -6
ASHITASH
"Sometimes we need to be reminded of where we're at in the world."
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"You think? Damn right, kid!" Ashitash's lips slant in displeasure at the obvious red streaks dusting the roan's pelt. She came nearer, noting the slight limp in his left leg, the bite on his hock, the shallow scratch in his shoulder, and the sweat which made that red dirt cake his pelt like mud. She props one backleg up in a resting position. She is also messy from digging, but unlike him, not in the sweaty, scratched up sort of deal. "Mm, lemme guess. Judging by that little nip on your foot and that cut on your shoulder, kai-yoats? "
She stomps her left foreleg indignantly. "You know you're the third horse this week who has come to me while I'm diggin'? Alya above, mother give me strength -- I have my doubts now that I'll have all my shelves restocked before the next pregnant mare comes in, whinin' about how she keeps havin' pee! Alright, c'mon you." Despite her obvious displeasure of having to set aside her self-assigned chores, Ashitash does not hesitate in making her way over to the stallion and sidling up to his flank. "How well can you walk, kid?" Ashitash nudges him along, shoving her nose into his shoulder blade. "Can you make it to Osulas or do I have to make do with what I have in my saddlebags right now?"
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Post by buffyandbramble on Oct 25, 2018 15:54:05 GMT -6
AcorroHe could only look sheepish at the look of displeasure on her face, glancing back at the state of his hide again. Definitely not one of his better days, but he was fine, really. He could just walk it all off. He flicked an ear and nodded at her question, confirming the canine culprits. "Yeah, a couple came a little close to camp and I chased 'em a bit too far out. Better me than one of the foals though," he said with a shrug. He'd take on the whole pack by himself before he was going to let them get too close to the children. Hopefully they'd not be skulking around again any time soon though. He started back a little at the stomp of her foot, ears flattening almost submissively on instinct. "But I didn't..." he half began, wanting to object but not entirely certain that he dared. She'd called out to him, not the other way around, and he certainly hadn't come to her for medical attention. He hadn't even known she was a savior! He really hadn't meant to distract her from her digging and her... pregnant mares? He'd be perfectly happy to let her get on with her task, but as she came along side him he got the impression he might not have a choice in the matter. "I'm fine, really," he said, skittering sideways a few steps as she nudged him in the shoulder, trying to make sure he put his weight on his injured hock without grimacing, though with little success. "I don't mean to distract you, I was just going to head back to my group, I can get fixed up there." He was well known to the saviors there and knew them well enough that he'd argue with them if he felt they were fussing too much (which was pretty much every time he was dragged in to see them). This mare was new and he wasn't so great at arguing with mares, especially ones he didn't know. He'd turned to face her now, almost instinctively hiding his injury from her, but he very quickly found that walking backwards on it was a bad idea as pain shot through the offending joint and made him snatch it up with a hiss of pain. Not the greatest endorsement of his apparent good health. "I can make it back home, honest, you don't need to do anything."
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