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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 11, 2019 19:24:32 GMT -6
In a way, it would have been nice to say that the day ended at the heels of hard work, but it was quite rare that Tulio could proclaim such a feat. He was a creature of comfort by birth and would seek the easiest way to his goal, which, today, had simply been to travel as far as possible. He had enough food with him, a variety of roots and herbs were simmering in a pot hung low above a smoldering fire, and while he waited for the stew to reach that perfect melting point, he plucked away at his lute.
Tulio was a bard, a loner by nature but never one to refuse good companionship, he'd simply learned to rely on his own skills and those alone. It didn't mean he wanted to be alone, far from it, just that he knew who to trust.. and that was himself.
He plucked away at the strings of his lute, a connection of tones which seemed somewhat melancholic but held a slight boost of energy to it as well. Lying down on one side, the pegasus seemed entirely invested in his music and cooking, 'teke reaching out once in a while to stir the wooden spoon in his pot, strings never settling for long. Pauses were brief, just long enough for the magpie to twist his ears and make sure he was still safe.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 21, 2019 22:41:24 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Miguel sighed heavily, his hooves dragging slightly as he continued to walk, looking for someplace safe to rest a while. The sound of Pip's gentle twinkling ringing in his ears as the tiny faerie protested his continued movement. "Oh calm down... We'll find a place to rest soon enough..." He muttered, though in reality he wasn't sure. Onea's forests were dangerous, and Miguel still had a lot to learn - even after the training he'd undergone to become the ranger he now was. Shaking his head slightly, he glanced at his map again. He wasn't lost at least, and knew where he needed to be.... He just hadn't managed to cover as much ground as he'd initially hoped. Traveling across Hireath was difficult, and Miguel was still building up the endurance he'd need in order to perform his role well. He flicked an ear back as Pip started chittering away again, this time tugging on a bit of his forelock as if to pull him away from the road. "What now...?" Miguel asked with a low grumble, getting annoyed with the fickle creature. Pip's only response was to take off, flying into the woods, stopping briefly to look back and see if the hippocampus was following. Snorting softly, Miguel began to follow, walking deeper into the woods. Concerned at the prospect of being alone in the woods, Miguel reached out with his blessing, summoning the water around him to form a relatively large shield which he kept in front of him as he continued. "Pip! Where are you!" He half barked, looking around frantically for the faerie who had managed to flit out of his line of sight. Swiveling his ears around, a faint almost musical sound caught his attention. Whether it was Pip or not, chances are good thats where the faerie was. Clenching his jaw, Miguel began walking towards the source of the sound, noting that it was definitely music as he drew closer. Moving cautiously and keeping his shield up, he slowly approached the small campfire he could see up ahead.
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Post by SagaWolf on Sept 25, 2019 3:25:44 GMT -6
The somewhat melancholic tones kept coming with the plucking of strings, a gentle melody that flickered softly. Tulio paused for a moment to stir his stew and taste test the mix, smacking lips with a thoughtful hum as he sprinkled in a little more salt. Then back to the lute his attention went, test plucking before picking his song back up from roughly where he had left off. He was just passing time after all, it didn't have to be perfect.
From between the tall tree trunks, movement caught his eye, so brief that he thought perhaps he'd imagined it. Could have been a forest critter too, it had certainly moved far too quick to be equine in origin. He dismissed it as nothing to be wary of just seconds before something zoomed straight into his camp, startling the bard. Whatever it was it moved too quickly to get a good look at and sounded like an odd jangling of bells or some such.
Shocked surprise had Tulio on his hooves in no time, lute brandished as a club as he spun and turned this way and that, trying to get a good look at the... well thing darting around. He unfolded his wings, quite ready to use those as weapons too if needed be.
"What the stars is that, " he mumbled to himself defensively, teeth bared slightly and thick eyebrows knitting together heavily. He had absolutely no idea that a stranger was approaching as well, too focused on the chiming darting thing to keep an eye out for any actual danger.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 23, 2020 5:12:59 GMT -6
Miguel
Vagabond l Ranger
(ID: Hawk 088)
“Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life.”
References l Playlist l Moodboard
WIP
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