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Post by buffyandbramble on Oct 28, 2018 9:45:36 GMT -6
Acorro He was pacing. He knew he was pacing, and he knew he shouldn't be, but it was the easier way to deal with his restlessness. He'd already patrolled the camp perimeter twice, a third time was probably going to make him look like some kind of obsessive. He might just run with that, because at least patrolling offered the chance of SOMETHING happening. He should be grateful that it was quiet, and that there were no goings on. It meant his group was safe, that they were free from danger. Their life was relatively unaffected by the recent events with Aodh. Sure they were moving more than usual, and everyone was slightly more on edge, but they knew these lands and how to evade their enemy. So well in fact, that they hadn't seen them once. Again, he knew he should be grateful. No enemies meant no conflict, and no conflict meant no casualties. Everyone was safe, they were protected, it was good. Except that it wasn't good. He was frustrated, and he knew it was getting worse. He wanted to have more of a purpose - his duty was to protect the WHOLE herd and here he was stuck away from all of that. His nomadic family group had other skirmishers, horses that had trained him and that had greater experience and a desire to stay with them away from the fighting. As much as he loved his family and being with them, he couldn't shake the feeling that he could be making a difference somewhere else. He wasn't needed here, not really. But out there, on the frontlines? Surely they needed as many horses as they could get. He was willing, he was capable, and yet he was stuck here. He could hardly travel out there on his own - safety in numbers and all. He cantered up a dune to stretch his legs and seek a better vantage point, secretly wishing for something. Nothing too dangerous, but something. He needed a distraction, and even he was getting sick of training because it was always the same. Everything was always the same. He stood at the top of the dune, staring out over the expanse of the Ziuseset. He could spot the great Niurros river in the distance, it's sluggish waters glinting in the sun. The rest was red, and sand, and red, and... a moving figure... Impulse too over and he kicked up his heels and started to half-slide, half-run down the dune, kicking up a great cloud behind him. It was hardly a sneaking approach, but he wasn't concerned about a threat, just curious as to what one lone horse was doing out here on their own. "Wind beneath your wings, stranger!" he called out when he was near enough, slowing to a trot as he approached the travelling roan. "You can't possibly be out here alone?" Acorro supposed he might be a screamer, but then he didn't really look the part and besides, they usually travelled in pairs. <hr> Post #1
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Post by leukristic on Nov 29, 2018 16:02:14 GMT -6
Above him, the sun is a constant in a landscape of changing objectives and realities -- a few years ago, Acheron would have never believed that there would be a war, especially not with the Aodhians of all people. He would have laughed in the face of anyone telling him that the Serorans would go so far as to capture and sell Vagabonds in an effort to avoid starvation, that when their morals could no longer abide by this treason the broken treaty would have troops knocking at their door. We were blessed by Alya for the Oasis She provided, he thinks to himself as he travels through well-worn paths that only a native might have noticed in the shifting sands, eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. And blessed by Kaia for the desert that keeps the Aodhian army from us. The desert was a harsh place for outsiders, after all, especially those who weren’t familiar with the blazing heat and the ever-present threats of sandstorms and thunderbirds.
A great cloud of dust catches his attention before him, a bright figure gleaming in the sun as they raced down the side of a sand dune -- his muscles tense for a moment, sure that he’s somehow misjudged his location and ended up near an Aodhian patrol -- before the called greeting flies across the sands. “And wind beneath yours, cousin!” He calls back cheerfully, glad to see a friendly face amongst the desert. He offers a short chuckle, one ear flicking almost self-consciously -- it was a bit odd for someone to travel alone in such strange times, but there had been no Screamers or Windracers heading in the direction of his family’s farm, and he knew that he needed to check in once more.
“I am, actually -- no one was traveling my direction. Can’t blame them, honestly, since I’m heading away from the Oasis and most people want to head there.”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Nov 29, 2018 16:29:04 GMT -6
He was surprised to hear that the horse was indeed travelling alone, and it likely showed on his face. His ears flicked back and forth as he drew his head back and observed Acheron with a slight frown, curious and concerned in equal measure. It wasn't safe for a horse to travel on their own, natives of Sedo knew that and he sounded like a native, but Acorro wasn't about to lecture him on it. Horses had their reasons for what they did and besides, he hated lectures and he'd received enough of them himself to doubt their effectiveness. "Heading away from the Oasis?" he echoed, clearly rolling the idea around his head and trying to get a feel for it. "I don't hear of many horses doing that," he mused. Not going was one thing and the exact thing that his group had done, but actively heading away from it? He couldn't think of many reasons why a horse might do that, and certainly none straight off the bat. "Are you headed anywhere in particular instead?" Still equal parts curious about where a lone horse was going, and concerned that he was alone and therefore vulnerable, Acorro turned to face back the way he came. "My family is just up over the ridge if you're looking to break your journey for a little while," he said with a flick of his tail. "You'd be welcome to join us." He had no qualms in inviting a stranger along to their camp. It would hardly be Seroran to not make the offer, even if it wasn't taken up. Besides, he was still curious about his motives and concerned about his well-being, and it would be easier to chat in camp instead of stood on their own in the desert. "My name's Acorro, I'm one of their skirmishers," he introduced.
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Post by leukristic on May 12, 2019 11:42:46 GMT -6
 Acheron of SeroraHe’s not surprised to see the surprise in the other’s face -- even without the threat of war, Sedo was dangerous as best and downright deadly at worst for a lone traveler, between the vast stretches of desert and the creatures that inhabited it. There was a reason, after all, it was generally encouraged to be accompanied by a Screamer or a Windracer whenever you traveled.
“My family’s farm is in the upper Ziuseset -- my dads and my sister are in the Oasis, so I need to go make sure everything is okay since I didn’t make it inside the Oasis in time.” The goats wouldn’t feed themselves, after all, and he’s sure that the plants in the greenhouses need to be watered -- not to mention he’s certain there are some who have refused to leave their homes, and likely would still be in need of their local Savior. Perhaps it was best that he hadn’t made it into the Oasis after all, with all that would need to be done at the farm.
At the moment, however, a rest sounded wonderful -- especially if he wouldn’t have to be constantly looking over his shoulder, wary of the Thunderbirds that flew overhead or the threat of a roving band trying to steal the few supplies he had left. “I’d be honored to join you for a rest,” His ear flicks slightly, a swat of his tail sending a fly away from his haunches, and his smile is bright and kind when he looks at the Skirmisher.
“My name’s Acheron -- I’m a Savior.”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jun 1, 2019 16:27:58 GMT -6
He'd missed the Oasis, huh? The mention of the sanctuary caused a brief anxious flutter in his chest as he thought of those in their nomadic group that had opted to travel their, instead of taking their chances out in the lands they'd always roamed as his blood relatives were doing. Difficult to bear he imagined, heading for a place of promised safety only to find it closed, and that life went on outside of it. He managed to repress the shudder at the thought of being trapped in a single place - he'd have climbed the walls if that had been him. No, he preferred it out here in the wide expanses of Alya's lands. That wasn't for everyone though, he understood that.
"Come on then, it's just up this way," he said with a smile when his offer of hospitality was accepted, turning to lead the way. "Do you want me to carry anything?" he added with a glance over his shoulder and having spied the other's travelling gear. Pack horse felt like his primary job sometimes instead of defender of the herd, but he didn't actually mind. His training meant he was used to carrying loads, and he was happy to lend a hoof where he could.
"Savior huh? You're one of those useful horses then," he joked, somewhat self-deprecating. Any horse could hit another horse, but it took the special to be able to heal the ills of hitting another horse, or more specifically, being hit by another horse. Or rock. Or wildlife. Or nature. Or... well, there were lots of things that kept saviors in business. "Have you got much further to travel?" he asked. The ziuseset was a large place, after all.
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Post by leukristic on Nov 14, 2019 16:02:23 GMT -6
Thread closed: no longer considered canon due to recent plotting.
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Post by galekxy on Nov 15, 2019 21:36:43 GMT -6
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