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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 11, 2019 16:29:05 GMT -6
Curtis || Bard || Post One
The stallion's mop of palomino-white hair fell into his eyes once again, and he tossed it out of his eyes with annoyance. Being able to see only on his right side, he really needed to keep his field of vision clean, lest something decide to come up on him. He really ought to get his hair cut, thought the bright golden horse, as he trounced along the well-beaten path of the War Lord's Road. But that took time, and shards, two things the stallion found himself short on recently. Well, mostly the shards. Being a Bard had not come as easily as he'd expected it to, but it was well worth the work. Not to mention the fact that Curtis could return to his old home any time he liked, as he was on good standing with the War Lord and her people. It was nice to be able to flit from place to place, and still return to the place he had grown up, without fear of being culled to Eithne because of his disabilities. He no longer felt like a burden to his people, and was truly able to enjoy spending time around them.
As he walked, Curtis took note of the world around him. The snows were just beginning to melt, which was causing him some trouble, as he had to keep unsticking his prosthetic leg from the mud with a loud squelch, nearly with every step he took. But small sprigs of grass sprouted up here and there, a sign that spring was on its way, ready to reform the harsh climate for the better. The air was cool and crisp, with just a hint of a bite to it, and a few puffy white clouds rolled overhead, casting shadows over the sun from time to time. Overall, the day was pleasant, and Curtis was glad to be out in it.
He was beginning to relax, to let his guard down, as he grew closer to Skelder Town. Certainly, on a day this beautiful, there was little to fear...right?
WC: 345
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Post by IcyBeat on Aug 12, 2019 1:16:14 GMT -6
York | War Forged | Scout
Like the usual scout, York was making his way down the iconic trail of War Lord's Road, doing what scouts are told to do which was to simply walk down, look through the woods for a bit for any suspicious activity, get out, rinse and repeat. Though this was what he initially wanted when he joined the scouts rather than the raiders, York found himself dragging his hooves and his ears flicking in boredom. His lip raised into a frown, neck lowered as his eyes blinked to the sides of its sockets to peak at the trees around him. Of course, there was nothing suspicious. Not yet, at least. As if anything else was happening in the forest, the young stallion walked turned in, walking in a short U shape around the thick woods so he'd return back to the road once completed. Roughly 10 minutes of flat walking passed, until his eyes caught the image of the road once again. A part of him was upset that he met the road, mainly because nothing exciting happened in those brief few minutes. Except... now there was another equine there, one with a prosthetic leg. York's heart beat with excitement. If it were an ally, he'd be able to at least strike a small conversation with them before they part ways. If it were an enemy... well at least he manages to do something to get his adrenaline pumping. The younger stallion approached slowly and quietly to ensure that if they were an enemy, he wouldn't risked being attacked back. Upon closer inspection, this other stallion didn't seem familiar. York's lived a short life, but a scout can only do so much in their spare time, and traveling a lot definitely helps recognize faces along the way. Besides, this one didn't look like a War Forged, causing him to immediately associate this stray stallion as a Vagabond. York's frown shifted to a confident smile, his chest puffing out as his yellow teke reached for his sword's hilt. He can take this one alive, present it to the hire ranks, and perhaps get some glory off of it as a scout. Oh, a perfect plan indeed! Even with the stealth advantage, York refused to ambush the older stallion, and decided to present himself formally. "Stop right there, Vagabond," York demanded, exiting the forest to stand in the way of the palomino, his sword now drawn, "You're far too close to the village, and I can't let you any closer!" Without allowing the other to respond, the eager, yet naive shire leapt forward with his broadsword slashing. For a young, bored teen such as York, he didn't want to wait for answers, so instead he went after the next best option - a battle.
WC: 460
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 13, 2019 14:41:06 GMT -6
Curtis || Bard || Post Two
The stallion was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the arrival of York. He was taken aback by the arrival of another horse, despite the fact that he was on a public road; he'd been alone up until now, and he'd been happily enjoying the calmness of being on his own. Certainly, being attacked by a young whippersnapper of a scout was not on his list of relaxing things to do. "Stop right there, Vagabond!" The words rang out against the forest, as the stallion made his way into view, bristling with hostility. Curtis was about to defend himself, tell the youngster that he had free passage from Hira thanks to his standing with the herd, that he'd been born up ahead on that village's very slopes. But he didn't get the chance; he barely avoided the slashing of York's broadsword. It was hard enough for him to jump back, with his stiff prosthetic. He'd never quite gotten used to the thing, and rued it deeply. It didn't help that he'd spent the night in an encampment at the base of the mountains, getting as drunk and high as his body could handle. He was starting to come down from that now, and his head ached. It was hard enough to dodge York's attack, not to mention his challenges with his body and mind. "HEY!" Sputtered the stallion, as he backed farther away from his attacker. He wished he had a weapon of his own, but he'd been so short on shards that he'd not gotten the chance to buy one. "Leave me alone!" he snarled, ears pinned as anger washed over him. WC: 275 |
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Post by IcyBeat on Sept 3, 2019 21:59:11 GMT -6
York | War Forged | Scout
York's blade swiped downward, the weapon only cutting air as the much older stallion managed to jump back and away from him, much to his surprise. The shire huffed from his nostrils as his stance stayed low and hostile, taking his time to examine the build of the vagabond. He noticed that the stallion had a prosthetic, a rather slim build, and no weaponry, which was odd for a vagabond. Though the older stallion was unarmed, York's stubborn and ignorant nature made him believe the vagabond came to Onea with ill intents. "If you wanted to be left alone, stranger, you would've never traveled down the War Lord's Road in the first place."
York charged forward again, aiming to ram the other male then swipe at him with his sword. His intent was to subdue the trespasser and take him in for questioning, but the way he was battling, it almost seemed more than just a simple arrest. It wasn't until he remembered the opposing stallion had a prosthetic that York felt guilty for being rough, taking a mental note to maybe take a notch back in his strength.
WC: 189
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 4, 2019 9:24:53 GMT -6
Curtis || Vagabond Bard || Post Three
Curtis grunted as the larger horse crashed into him, sending him skittering off balance. His right foreleg protested, and he felt as though the stump was going to tear free of its leather fastenings for a moment as he bore his weight on it, struggling to keep upright. By now, his head was reeling, and he felt as though he were going to be ill by the side of the road if he didn't stop this bouncing around sometime soon. This kid was clearly green, and bloodthirsty. But easy as it would be to submit to the other stallion's will, Curtis didn't feel like being dragged in front of War-Lord Hira, especially in this state. She scared him just a little; always had.
Whipping his head around, he attempted to snap at the stallion's shoulder, trying to get away from that sword, and his huge, lumbering form as well. Curtis cursed his small breeding, looking at the size discrepancy between them. "I'M FROM HERE," he yelled finally, sounding exasperated. "I'm from Skeldr," he snorted, his tone a little softer this time. "I'm here to trade; I have safe passage from Hira," he tried to explain, still backing away from his attacker.
WC: 202
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Post by IcyBeat on Sept 7, 2019 19:49:13 GMT -6
York | War Forged | Scout
The teen had nearly gotten bit from the other horse, his body swiftly bounding away to gain distance while the other had done the same. York's brows narrowed in anger as his nostrils huffed and his hoof stomped, frustrated that a small, and disabled, equine such as this Vagabond was able to evade him for this long. He was just about to charge for another attack, taking a few careful steps forward, until his opponent blurted out "I'M FROM HERE" in a rather annoyed tone, "I'm from Skeldr," he continued. York's body froze. He... attacked one of his own? No, no he couldn't have, he would've known if he originated from War Forged. But the other horse was so sure of himself, and the tone he carried heavily convinced York that he was telling the truth. "I'm here to trade; I've have safe passage from Hira." That's when York felt his heart nearly stop. Safe passage from Hira. HIRA. The shire's angered expression dropped, his sword doing the same as it hit the surface of the ground with an echoing clang of the metal going through the young stallion's ears. Not knowing what else to do, the apologetic horse knelt down, head lowered, murmuring a quick prayer for forgiveness before speaking out loud. "Forgive me, stranger, I... I got ahead of myself." his voice had a slight quiver, the teen intensely guilty for being so rough on his own herd member. "I should've known better. I have nothing but apologies to give to you." He stayed kneeling, awaiting a more proper time to rise back up on his hooves. "If you would like, perhaps I may walk you to town?"
WC: 280
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 9, 2019 17:38:22 GMT -6
Curtis || Vagabond Bard || Post Four
The attack was suddenly, and very sharply, brought to an end. Curtis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he slid to a stop, resting his weight on his left side to keep from putting too much extra pressure on his prosthetic. The young scout seemed to actually be listening to him, for once. He had to admit, there was a time when he'd been so gung-ho to protect his home, and he couldn't necessarily blame the kid. A stranger, coming down from a massive high, looking disheveled and worn. He'd be cautious too...Curtis supposed.
"Kaia on a cracker," he wheezed, looking worn out. "Took you long enough," he griped, giving York a look, his hears still half pinned, not sure if he trusted the youth to keep his word, and truly escort him to Skeldr. But...he wasn't being attacked any more, so he...supposed that he owed the kid a chance. "If you're headed in that direction, I wouldn't say no to an escort," the stallion said, raising his head high as he spoke. "After all, who knows what kinds of overly zealous guards I might run into," he said, his lips twitching into a wry smile as he spoke.
WC: 206
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Post by IcyBeat on Sept 14, 2019 16:22:01 GMT -6
York | War Forged | Scout
York's ears flicked forward as the other stallion began to speak, the shire now rising to his hooves and picking up his broadsword from the road, tucking it back into its case at his side. A soft snort escaped his nostrils as he, too, began catching his breath after the sudden rush of adrenaline that hit him during their "fight", if that even is the right word for it given that it barely lasted 30 seconds. After a much larger inhale, York finally recovered from their brief brawl and his breathing stabilized. The dark brown-colored horse scoffed out a chuckling smile from the other's witty reply. "Oh, ha ha. I should take back my offer," York joked back sarcastically, the open smile still present. He stepped forward, turning his body to face the direction back to Skeldr Town, taking the lead at a comfortable distance so there would be less tension between the two after their confrontation. His head turned back to face the other, "The name's York, if you're wondering. Now, let's go on and head back to town, shall we? Perhaps I can pitch in a few shards to buy you a drink." Though York was too young to be able to consume alcohol, he wouldn't mind helping this other stallion end the day on a high note.
WC: 220
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