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Post by kajeayn on Nov 7, 2019 16:13:48 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 768 | post: 1 The Seroran sun beat down mercilessly, and he barely resisted the urge to tug his scarf over his head to block out the worst of it. It was hardly out of fashion around here, but he preferred the weight of it around his neck and shoulders, a comforting pressure. He could use any comfort he could get, honestly. It also served to cover his pathetic remnants of a wing, shielding it from the sun and from curious eyes, keeping it protected under scrappy red fabric, worn soft from time and use. It was a little warm for the area, but he kept it on, as he kept on his dark leather saddlebags, even though he felt his coat dark and frothing under it. His feathers stood straight up, trying to cool off, even as white froth gathered around his shoulders and sweat darkened neck. Damn Sedo and the damn heat. He thought longingly of cool forests, of emerald dappled shade, of the quiet sound of wildlife all around him and dark bushes and shadows to hide him away. Here he was painfully exposed, walking on hard packed sand, following the tracks of a caravan. He didn’t know the area well enough. It’d been several years since he’d walked these sands, and the landscape had a funny way of changing over time, between the windswept dunes shifting and the scars of war. The people were nomadic and never stayed in one place- it was nearly impossible to keep track of anything- or anyone - in this damn country. He wished, briefly, that he could only fly up and get his bearings, and squashed the thought mercilessly. Tracking a caravan was far from difficult, at least. They usually didn’t bother to cover their tracks, not really, not if you knew what to look for. Judging from the last campsite he’d found, he had to be getting close- and he could see smoke on the horizon. He kept his eyes on it, making his way towards it. One good thing about Serorans was the way they were just so damn eager to help- asking them for directions and information would probably, hopefully, result in a place to rest tonight and maybe a meal if he was lucky. He had rations on him, but he’d never turn away a fresh cooked meal, or at least a chance to use cookware. He couldn’t carry any around- he kept nothing that wouldn’t fit in his saddlebags. The only non essential he carried was a broken bell, and he was constantly aware of its weight, dragging him down at every step. To say he was exhausted as he plodded towards the camp would be a laughable understatement. He was running on fumes, had been for weeks, now, could still taste ash in the back of his throat. Anger could only fuel him for so long. It kept him on his feet, but he needed rest and a new plan. He’d been running on luck and spite, but if he wanted to continue like this he would have to find someone to at least give him a map of the area. There were other questions that burned behind his lips that he didn’t dare voice, even in his thoughts. He lifted his wing in greeting as he approached the tents, spreading it to show he meant no harm. They were, understandably, wary of a newcomer, but it wasn’t terribly hard to convince them he was just an exhausted vagabond looking for a place to rest. Aodhians hadn’t been very sneaky so far, preferring to ambush and drag horses away in chains then any subterfuge. He didn’t look like a sleek, groomed Aodhian, or an armored chevalier- he looked like he’d rolled in with the tumbleweeds, frizzy hair sticking out at every angle, dressed in scraps and carrying an old blade. They let him in, a little warily but he was honestly just glad they were keeping their guard up- he well remembered the days of Serorans who were all too trusting.
She’d been too trusting of him, after all.
He’d asked if any of them had a map or knew the area, and they’d pointed him to a scrappy looking Screamer. He’d been hoping to just take a map and be on his way, but he wasn’t unsurprised, and desperate times meant desperate measures. Hopefully the kid wasn’t too annoying. It wasn’t hard to find the lanky looking stallion. The camp wasn’t overly large, and he picked his way through it towards the horse that’d been pointed out to him. “Hey,” He greeted. “Hear you’re a Screamer.” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 7, 2019 17:49:49 GMT -6
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WC: 876 | Post: 1The endless, sandy landscape scrawled across the horizon ahead of the caravan as far as the eye could see. Wild winds stirred the rugged terrain and wound it into little twisters, which were only to be smothered in its absence as quickly as they had come. The sun was relentless, bearing down on the nomads like the scorching eyes of the fire god himself. It had been months since the war had begun, and it had been just a short time less that the Oasis had been closed off. Trapped outside, he had no choice but to fend for his life beyond its protective barrier. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't say that he resented this outcome. There was no way that he would have been able to stomach standing by behind closed borders and allow his fellow people to suffer alone in the wilds. In turn, he'd taken to guiding various caravans, leading them away from the dangers of the wilderness and concealing them in the rocky landscape from Aodhian Chevaliers. They'd settled down for a short time, ever watchful of their surroundings and prepared to leave the moment that their Screamer so instructed.
He had been ever aware of the events transpiring around him as Seroran officials bargained with Aodh for supplies, and he'd been disgusted and freely expressed how revolted he was by the mere idea of surrendering living, breathing people to the clutches of slavery. He was always of the belief that his people were stronger than that, even as he'd watched those around him suffer the consequences of the drought. He, himself, had suffered plenty as well, and yet he remained stubborn. There was always another way. He'd casually turned his head the other way when vagabonds were being round up. Surely his people were too kind hearted to keep this up much longer, and he was right. With the discovery of the oasis and the breaking of the pact, he'd hoped that it would blow over, and that Aodh would not hold their end of the bargain over their heads. There, he was wrong, and he resented the agreement even more as war ravaged their country in just a few short months. Had they waited just a little bit longer, the Oasis surely would have revealed itself to them sooner or later, and Ignacio's people would not have brought along with them his presence. Had the pact been worth it? Based on the lives lost, and the constant running, squabbling, and hiding, terrified and exhausted, he thought not.
They had only set up camp a short while ago, and so he was no more eager to be on the road again than anyone else. His previously boundless energy had been sapped by the unrelenting heat and the constant travel. He felt like he was always running; always looking over his shoulder. Rest seldom came, and when it did it was far from peaceful. Wordless as always, he kept a watchful eye over his caravan as they settled in for the hottest part of the day. With any luck, they'd be safe here for a few sunrises before moving on, just to be cautious.
He hadn't spotted the newcomer, busy with his back to him scrawling symbols and marks across a piece of parchment. It was a rough map, and it was on the last piece of paper he had available to him. For the safety of those traveling with him, he kept it securely tucked away in the saddlebags upon his right hip, resting just beneath a green cloak. The hood was pulled down, allowing the fleeting breeze to comb through his hazelnut locks. He left that cover down away from his hair as often as the burning sun overhead would allow, as a part of him, an ever so longing part, promised silently to himself that Alya was still there, and that his goddess would keep her word.
His ears pricked as he head an unfamiliar voice from behind him, and at once his guard was up, tucking the parchment and pencil away in his saddlebags where it'd be safe. Though he did turn around, he didn't move from his spot, even as the stranger sauntered towards him. His cerulean eyes were scrutinizing and rough unlike the soft, welcoming gaze of the Serorans around him. He was a sturdy little fellow despite the uncertainties of war and the punishing Sedo terrain with solid muscles, and clean, sleek legs tucked into protective bracers. His shoulders appeared wider than they were thanks to the Pauldrons settled beneath his cloak. Upon his hip was a hooked short blade, the weaponry glinting in the sun as he shifted to address the horse approaching.
He heard what he had to say, and it wasn't much. He found himself appreciative of that at once. "Your ears haven't mistaken you" He replied, nodding once as he gave him one passing glance up and down. "What do you want?"
Ah, he was unmistakably gruff as ever. He wouldn't be Whirlwind without that unseroran, unapproachable exterior. Perhaps the sweltering heat of the day and fatigue of travel could have been blamed just this once, if it wasn't for the fact that this was very typical of the young stallion. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 8, 2019 14:25:40 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 171 | post: 2 The nearly aggressively gruff response was genuinely appreciated. He had been prepared to sit through a few minutes of vaguely insulting “wind beneath your wings” nonsense, talking about the weather (hot) how you were doing (hot) how they were doing (hot) and the like. He relaxed a fraction, flicking his tail as he shifted his weight. Finally, a Seroran with a lick of sense. If only he usually had this kind of luck. He’d noticed the paper tucked away and hoped it was exactly what he thought it might be. “You got a map of the area I could look at, or something?” He asked, gesturing with a wing. “I’m not native here, and I’m pretty lost.” He said bluntly. At least this guy cut straight to it as well. “Plus I’m looking for any Aodhian camps.” He didn’t specify why, thinking that the screamer probably wouldn’t care one way or the other, as long as he wasn’t an Aodhian. And why would an Aodhian need help finding their own camps? |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 8, 2019 16:07:24 GMT -6
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WC: 305 | Post: 2Mazuku was lucky in his travels if just for this once in the sort of person that he'd be forced to interact with. Whirlwind had never been one to worry himself over social decorum and he detested small talk more than anything else in this herd. The less he was spoken to or pestered the happier he was. He raised his brows, not so quick to trust his request for the map to be so innocent. Of course he had every single camp that he'd come across marked off. Of course he'd tracked their movement in his own shorthand across the jumbled parchment. But why did this pegasus want to know about these camps?
He didn't trust anyone, and much less a stranger that just decided to march right up to him and ask for his only map on his last piece of paper. He gave him a skeptical look. One could never be too careful in times like these. "I do have a map. It's rough, but it makes do for what it must." He didn't reach back to pull it back out again, though. Rather, he stiffened and stood taller, almost as if to mentally reassure himself before assertively but genuinely forming his next words. "What needs do you have for the location of Aodhian camps?"
He was clearly a Vagabond. He had the rough look of one. He wasn't Seroran, and he wasn't Aodhian, and he most certainly wasn't a Talori stallion. No other members of other herds had all that much reason to be here, now did they? That, and they'd have much less reason to venture so far into the desert alone. No Vagabond in their right mind would go to an Aodhian with the intent to help, but he was wary regardless, should this be a ploy of sorts. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 8, 2019 19:31:07 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 246 | post: 3 His ear flicked up at the mention of a map- Screamers didn’t always mark down maps, most not bothering to write things down, between the general Seroran distrust of the written word and, well, paper. It’d been a bit of a gamble but he had lucked out, at least partially- he hadn’t expected a wary reply from a Seroran, but again, he was oddly relieved by it. It made him feel a little better, less surrounded by trusting idiots. His gaze shifted, silently gauging if anyone was close enough to eavesdrop. It didn’t seem like it, and though he didn’t particularly care if word got out around the caravan, he didn’t like to broadcast his business. Even just explaining it to the Screamer made him uncomfortable, and his ears twitched back a fraction. “I’m not a Seroran,” He said, shifting his weight. “But, I’m doing what I can. Sabotage is a bit of a... specialty of mine.” It wasn’t, not really, but sneaking and out of places was. And pissing off Aodhians was most definitely a specialty. There were a thousand and one reasons he was seeking out the camps, but most of them were disgustingly sentimental, too hard to even admit to himself. This place was more his home then anywhere else, this place had welcomed him when nowhere else had. This place was her home. “Us Vagabonds got a bone to pick with Aodh too.” He added with a lazy roll of his shoulders. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 8, 2019 19:57:46 GMT -6
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WC: 257 | Post: 3 The word sabotage rang like a bell against Whirlwind's backward facing ears. He perked one up, now listening more closely as the stranger explained. Well of course Vagabonds had good reason to detest Aodh, as did Serorans now. However, the wanderers also likely had good reason to have a bitter taste in their mouth in respect to Alya's desert nomads as well. After all, how many of their kind were relinquished by his people to Aodhian slavery. He hesitated for a moment, then turned from him, motioning for him to follow. If they were going to discuss matters such as these, it'd be best to do it in private.
"If I'm not mistaken, Vagabonds also have a bone to pick with Serora as well," He mumbled, but of course his actions said that he was willing to help in spite of his statement.
He had no reason to distrust this fellow so far, and a part of him would be lying as not to admit that he felt personally liable as a member of this herd for the losses of far too many lives to a wretched life of slavery. He could not imagine being forced to limit his wanderings to a master's will. How could any of his people stomach such a travesty? He could not, and perhaps that was also what drove him to pull the map from the pouch at his hip and unfurl it as he sauntered a bit away from the caravan, where they could hopefully discuss this on less public terms. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 8, 2019 20:24:11 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 212| post: 4 The mumbled admission sent a pang through him, and his lips quirked in a small, humorless smile as he followed, ambling slowly at the Screamer’s side. He was glad for the wordless offer of privacy, walking with him, hoping none would follow. The mumbled admission sent a pang through him, and his lips quirked in a small, humorless smile as he followed, ambling slowly at the Screamer’s side. He was glad for the wordless offer of privacy, walking with him, hoping none would follow. “It didn’t endear me to you all, no.” He snorted, shaking his mane. No, he’d been afraid. He was still afraid. He knew he risked capture every day, and only tempted it further by his actions, but the idea of leaving again was unthinkable. His stomach burned, thinking of the wreckage of Osulas, ash in the back of his throat as he lifted his head, meeting the screamer’s eye. “I don’t trust your government,” He rumbled. He was well aware that the government's choices were not Serorans. He didn’t trust any government, but one that sold out previously welcomed members made his skin crawl. “But Aodh’s everyone’s enemy, far as I see it.” Being a travelling mercenary, he heard a lot of gossip, much as he didn’t like to. He heard all sorts of rumors, information about squabbles between countries, drama between governments. He didn’t really care about it all, but it certainly seemed like Aodh’s shitty underbelly was starting to be revealed. That, at least, he could get behind. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 8, 2019 20:59:38 GMT -6
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WC: 370 | Post: 4Whirlwind listened to each word, his eyes wandering back to settle upon the stranger's as well. He held his gaze for no more than a moment or two before he nodded solemnly. Aodh seemed to be fantastic at making enemies out of everyone, now didn't they? At least, it seemed that way to him. He had never been interested in politics before, but now he wondered if he'd spoken out sooner, and encouraged others to do the same, if it would have changed anything. He wasn't sure that he trusted his own government either.
"That's a sentiment I can share," He agreed, settling his map down upon a dusty rock for the two of them to see. He smoothed it gingerly, careful not to crinkle the edges. Maybe one day, these would have been archived in libraries and taken good care of. With Osulas in smithereens, he was the only keeper of his precious maps now, and so he'd guard it dutifully. That being said, he wouldn't be thoughtlessly giving it to this stallion. However, he wouldn't deny him the help he felt he owed him at this point. Besides, they were all in this against Aodh now, and he'd be foolish to turn him away.
"I have marked on my map three different camps that I've stumbled across while scouting," He explained, lifting his pencil to tap on one just to the east of their current location, which he had marked accordingly as well. "Now, I also have marked upon this map crevices, sinkholes, and other obstacles that this caravan had to avoid for very obvious reasons, but for someone with the right... skills... they would be easy enough to scale and use as escape routes should you have need of them."
Screamers had their own shorthand for everything, and it was unique to each in subtle ways but largely similar to make things easier for one another to translate. After all, misinterpreting a single symbol could be a fatal mistake in rocky, dry, dangerous Sedo. To the normal eye, the marks would look like nothing significant, but to Whirlwind, the map was sacred and it was all that stood between he and the uncertainty of the unpleasant terrain. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 9, 2019 17:42:45 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 209| post: 5 He leaned in closer, attention wholly fixated on the map as he committed it to memory. He was used to this, at least- during his illustrious career, he’d had to grow proficient at memorizing layouts, making notes of all exits and hiding places. His eyes roved the map, studying the marked locations. He made no move to take it, more than content with getting even a brief look. “You’re thorough,” He noted gruffly, and one would have to look close to see the compliment for what it was, but there it was. “This helps a lot.” Being aware of sinkholes and the like was invaluable- he could use those against the Aodhians easily, as long as he knew where they were and they didn’t. Screamer symbols were familiar to him by now, even though it had been a few years since he’d had to grow used to them- the marks hadn’t really changed, making things easier on him. He thought, dryly, that it wasn’t a bad career option for him, if he ever gave up mercenary work, but it usually meant working with a partner. He wondered where this screamer’s partner was, but didn’t ask. “Thanks,” He turned his head, looking at him. “This makes it a lot easier.” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 9, 2019 22:37:27 GMT -6
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WC: 343 | Post: 5 The little screamer surveyed Mazuku's expression as he read his map, his own softening into what could only be perceived as relief. This was just as soon as it became apparent that he had no need of explaining what each symbol upon his map meant. It was less tedious legwork and he was glad to have the company of someone who was at least familiar with the shorthand for a horse of his rank. He wasn't always so good at keeping maps, but lately he'd been forced to be more tedious and thorough in his planning and tracking. After all, now, he had much more challenging terrain to navigate than just a couple of cliffs or narrow ledges. He had to avoid previously easier routes in leu of the Aodhian military presence. The lives of not only himself, but the caravans of horses he guided as well counted on it.
Whirlwind usually worked alone, since he had no patience for explanations, and he had no tolerance for small talk. He'd never take on an apprentice, and he'd never waste his time conversing with folk who just simply seemed to struggle to listen to what he said the first time. He didn't do repetition and he didn't do elaboration upon subjects that just seemed second nature to him at this point. At least he knew this about himself, and in that way it was more merciful to others for him to do his duties mostly in solitude. Every now and then he joined up with other Screamers for the sake of others.
When Mazuku returned eye contact, he dared to crack a small smile in silent appreciation. It was a rare enough sight from him, seeing as stoic as he tended to be.
"Glad to be of some help." He replied with a nod. "You don't mean to go during such a hot part of the day, do you?"
Surely that'd speak against good reasoning. His lathered body and trudging step said enough. Even the normally energetic, bright eyed Whirlwind was growing exhausted already. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 12, 2019 19:50:44 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 120 | post: 6 “Nah. Gonna pass out in the nearest shady spot and wait for nightfall. Aodhians don’t take much advantage of the night, I’ve noticed.” They liked to sleep during the night, instead of through the hottest parts of the day. It was hard to switch a schedule around, but Mazuku was adaptable to a fault. He didn’t understand why trained soldiers had so much difficulty changing to meet the demands of their surroundings. They always had a watch, but most of the camp was asleep during the night. If he didn’t know better, he’d say they liked the blazing heat and sun. Weirdos. “You guys planning on camping here long?” He asked, flicking his tail in the direction of the caravan. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 18, 2019 15:15:55 GMT -6
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WC: 184 | Post: 6Whirlwind glanced about himself like he was considering it. Well, he knew that the caravan was tired, and that they wouldn't be overly thrilled about moving anytime soon. Frankly, his complaining feet and achy muscles said the same thing as well. This past journey had taken a lot out of them, and while moving a little wouldn't be so bad, any long journeys would be far too taxing. He just nodded in response after a few moments.
"As long as we're safe, we'll stay here as long as we can. There's nothing in this gods forsaken desert that we're headed for." He explained. Surely he didn't need to elaborate. It was a matter of survival. They went where resources were, and right now resources were where Aodhians had occupied. He thought for a moment until an idea struck him. It was stupid. It was probably crazy, but he was willing to take risks in favor of his people's wellbeing.
"You made mention of a bone to pick with Aodh." He began slowly. "May I ask what exactly you're prepared to do with that bone?" |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 18, 2019 18:40:42 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 292| post: 7 In that simple explanation was a world of bitterness and hardship that Mazuku could understand. There was nowhere else to go. Every caravan he had met during his travels around Sedo had said as much- they were just trying to survive while Aodhians camped on top of any available resources, or waited nearby to ambush any desperate Serorans who chanced it. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding audibly as his ears flattened. His eyes flicked up, glancing towards the other equines milling about, exhausted from their travels and some already bedding down to sleep through the heat. No one was close enough to overhear, though he didn’t care much if any did. No one had tried to stop him yet. And judging from the cautious tone the screamer had, there was a flicker of interest in what he was up to. “Sabotaging their supplies, mostly.” He said bluntly. “Stealing if I can, but destroying them is usually the only option.” He didn’t like wasting precious food and water, but he wasn’t above destroying Aodhian food supplies. It was less risky then trying to take what he could, but he was quick to snatch up anything that presented itself. It was just him versus entire camps though, so his best option was to dash in and out before being noticed. He had no real qualms about taking Aodhian lives, but he wasn’t going to advertise that to a stranger. Serorans were hardened and combat trained, but they were fairly against death as far as he’d seen. A brief, grim smile touched his mouth as he lifted his head, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “Let them get an idea of what it’s like to be starving out here. Seems only fair to me.” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 18, 2019 19:48:14 GMT -6
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WC: 251 | Post: 7 There was silence as Whirlwind thought, considering what new information he was presented with before making his decision. Was it wrong for him to suggest that he was considering the exact same thing? The destruction of goods was a waste, and he wouldn't condone it especially when there were folk starving out here in his own caravan, faced with a war that they never asked for, beaten down by an occupancy that they had not instigated. If they had another option, it would be well worth it. They had plenty of bags to go around amongst the tens of them. He'd seen people die. He'd seen powerful stallions stumble and fall, unable to get up without the help of their family in their own weakness. He'd watched mares desperately trying to keep their young ones strong in this terrible drought; the worst he could remember.
Sure, there had been times when things had been tough, as was the nature of the desert; a desert he almost couldn't help but want to run away from some days. It was his duty to his fellow people that kept him here; not Alya, not the emperor, not the government or ambassadors or rich officials. No, it was the people, average people like himself that were struggling and in need of guidance and protection.
"Plenty," He agreed. "What are our options in the way of stealing some of our resources back, rather than destroying them? We need to save all that we can these days." |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 18, 2019 20:27:41 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 225 | post: 8 Our options? We?He raised a single brow at the other stallion, and had to bite back the immediate response that wanted to claw its way out of his parched throat- he worked alone. It was dangerous work, it was less risky to be seen without someone tagging along, and he didn’t like being responsible for anyone else. He hesitated, tail flicking as he thought. “It would be easier to get supplies out of there with help,” He admitted grudgingly, ears tilted back. He didn’t want to admit to needing help. He didn’t want to ask for it. But he remembered starving. He saw that bright, hungry light in the eyes of everyone in this caravan, the sharp angle of hip bones, children tottering on too thin legs, too exhausted to play. Even now, it was unnaturally quiet, no cheerful song, no games, nothing. The camp was quiet, settling down to rest, and he doubted it would get lively during the night, either. It was too risky, nowadays. And no one had the energy to spare. It was nothing like the Serora he knew. He hated it. “There’d be more options for recovering supplies if I had someone else helping,” He said, very carefully. “Someone could take the shit and run while I covered for them, and destroyed the non food items, like armor, ammo.” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 18, 2019 20:35:39 GMT -6
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WC: 193 | Post: 8 A rare smile slipped past Whirlwind's expertly crafted walls, wiggling its way between the cracks. The mere prospect of being able to uphold his duty to these people was a promising one. While it was not his job to provide food and shelter for them, it was his job to get them safely from point A to point B. In this case, that included feeding and watering them when need be. He was used to surviving off of minimal rations. His heritage helped him in these hard times. He held weight well, and his job kept him fit. He was one of the lucky few.
"I ain't a screamer for nothing." He assured him, folding his map back up to hesitantly pass to Mazuku. It was a sure sign of trust on his part. After all, if they managed to snatch up some paper, then he'd have no need of that map anymore. "You may hold onto this for now. Study it well and let me know your decision on target this evening. You are clearly more well acquainted with this sort of... work. I trust your judgment will be better than mine." |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 18, 2019 20:47:24 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 171 | post: 9 Both brows lifted at the offering of the map, and offer of help. Serorans were giving to a fault, he knew that too well, but this was different. He didn’t know this screamer well, barely at all, really, but he could tell this offer didn’t come lightly. Serorans didn’t like to help with something like sabotage and combat, at least the ones he’d known. It baffled him, a country that had virtually every member learn at least basic combat, but they were so quick to peace and cooperation. It made no sense to him. Hesitantly, he took the map, inclining his head as he carefully tucked it into his saddlebags, treating it with care. It deserved that much, at least. He’d definitely be studying it later, familiarizing himself with the nearby landscape- it’d be an invaluable asset for tonight’s raid.
“Thank you,” He said gruffly. “I’ll let you know the plan later.” He paused, blinking as he turned his head to look at the screamer. “...I never did get your name.”
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 18, 2019 20:58:23 GMT -6
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WC: 185 | Post: 9 Oh he'd forgotten his manners already. What a lucky thing it was that he wasn't speaking to another typical Seroran. He could almost feel his father's scolding in the back of his mind where he stood. It was easier to speak to this individual. He appreciated the lack of social expectations and the small talk that the typical Sedo desert dweller entertained. The entirety of the conversation was more meaningful. It was about something so much more substantial than the 'weather today', or the clothes that he wore, neither which were never much different from one day to the next.
This conversation was one that held substantial weight to him, for it was real life, it was survival, it was about getting even at this point. These invaders weren't going to take his home from him, and they'd not take another life if he could help it be it voluntarily or not.
He lifted his head, arching his neck proudly as he faced him once more. "Whirlwind." He replied. "What happened to my manners...?" Though, he hardly sounded like he cared.
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 18, 2019 21:57:48 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 154| post: 10 The title of sir vagabond made him huff, almost a laugh but not quite, but his face had lost some of its glower and his posture was more relaxed. Whirlwind was, thankfully, an easy enough name to remember. He had little doubt he’d end up butchering it at some point, but for now it stuck in his brain, and he could actually probably spell it, unlike half the Seroran names he heard. “Whirlwind, huh?” He repeated, quietly amused at the proud arch of his neck, the way he turned to face him head on. It was a formal greeting, and there was something distinctly un-Seroran about it. He was mainly just grateful Whirlwind didn’t try to touch or worse, hug him during it. That seemed to be how half the introductions he had went. “Mazuku,” He replied, inclining his head, lone wing shuffling at his side, extending a fraction in a gesture of greeting. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 19, 2019 10:21:18 GMT -6
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WC: 273 | Post: 10Usually the formality of social situations was intimidating, and even more so when he had noses pressed to his cheeks and necks wrapped around his shoulder. He usually had little to no interest in knowing names or trying to match their faces. Once he knew a name, he never forgot it, but it was learning and memorizing that was the challenge. Mazuku was unique enough in designation and appearance. Surely it wouldn't be too hard at all.
He lowered his head just a bit in response, his posture settling and expression softening considerably as well. "Pleasure meeting you, Mazuku." Plenty of what Whirlwind did was relatively... unseroran. It was almost as though he'd gone out of his way to make a point to be as different from his family as possible; almost as though he was rejecting the culture he'd grown up in. It was a culture all too welcoming for its own good, and in these times, clearly that wasn't going to cut it.
"Please, make yourself comfortable." There was almost a sense that Whirlwind had to force the words, if not for his genuine respect for the stallion before him to begin with. "The last thing that either of us would want is to find ourselves weak when we need our strength. We don't have much to go around, but I hope you'll find it... adequate." Well, no one had much to go around these days. Should all go well, that would change and they'd not need their strength, only their stealth and their speed.
Though, he supposed there was nothing all that discreet about a camp raid now was there? |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 20, 2019 18:06:44 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 162| post: 11 “Much obliged,” He grunted in response, and though the words were gruff there was sincere gratitude there. He didn’t like to take much of what was offered, tending to leave behind more than he came with, mostly just grateful for a place to sleep while someone else took watch. He came mostly seeking information and a brief respite, drifting between camps and caravans, always on the move. Always looking. Just in case. “One more question, then ‘m gonna find the nearest shadow and pass out till dusk,” He spoke up, his shifting gaze and twitch of his tail at imaginary flies giving away the vague nervousness under his skin. “But… you ever see a common mare named Danae? Mute, wears a lot of bells.” He gestured vaguely at his head, where she wore bells in her mane. “Longshot, but just seeing if anyone knows her. She was in Osulas before…. Well.” His ears flattened, tasting ash in the back of his throat. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 20, 2019 19:14:42 GMT -6
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WC: 197 | Post: 11Whirlwind was almost sure he could sense a pang of hurt in his tone, his own ears twitching with the sorry statement. No, he didn't sound too desperate at all, just worried, just choked up and equally as distressed by the current state of their nation as himself. It was understandable. He could only assume that this person he spoke of, Danae, must have been someone that he was close to. This war had taken plenty of loved ones away from each other, some on boats and with caravans back to Aodh, and some permanently to the chilled embrace of death. He hardly thought that there'd be any gods there to greet them. Surely they were disappointed. Surely, they'd turned their backs on them by now.
Well the feeling is mutual.
"I can't say I have," He said slowly. "I've never heard her name. Hopefully she made it away from all of that to safety. Getting in or out of the Oasis, even messages, is near impossible. Perhaps she's there."
But as much as he wanted to reassure him, he couldn't in good conscience, because he did not know the truth. What a cruel war this was. |
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Post by kajeayn on Nov 21, 2019 20:47:57 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 401| post: 12 The mention of the Oasis left a bad taste in his mouth, memories of an invisible barrier that held him back, a wall he’d beaten himself bloody against, had screamed at, but it had been completely unresponsive to his desperation. He’d called out to Alya herself, for the first time in years, and the chilling silence as he slammed like a trapped bird against the Oasis’s barrier haunted him still. Maybe she was inside with the others. Maybe she just didn’t care. Who knew. At Whirlwind’s careful response he lifted his shoulders in a brief shrug, lips turning up in a thin, bitter smile. “My best guess, too.” He said it lightly, as if he hadn’t lain awake, wondering, hoping she and Lucie were inside. Knowing that death awaited them outside. Buried in the bottom of his saddlebags, a single bell, metal warped and misshapen from heat, made no sound as it shifted, but he could feel its weight, always.
“Thanks, though.” He grunted, adjusting his bags as he turned to go. “I’m gonna study the map and rest up. You should too. I’ll come get you when it’s time to go.”
THAT SAME DAY: EVENING
Darkness settled like a shroud over the campsite, a few glows of fires keeping the evening chill at bay as it prowled around the edges of the caravan, seeking a way in. The pale shine of Alya’s two moons gleamed from a cloudless sky, and Mazuku might have mourned the lack of cover if he were not so used to it by now. The temperature was dropping rapidly, which meant that the Aodhian guards would likely be curling up in their tents or huddled around their precious fire, stoking the flames high and letting themselves be visible for miles around. It didn’t matter if anyone saw their fires. They had no one to hide from. Except, of course, for the Thunderbirds, but no one had told them about those. Mazuku shook his mane, folding the map and tucking it away. He’d slept and eaten a paltry dinner, so he was as ready as he’d ever be as he stepped quietly towards where he’d last seen the screamer. His dark colors blended in seamlessly with his surroundings at the edge of the campsite, blue eyes animal bright as he sought out the other stallion. “Whirlwind,” He murmured, voice barely pitched above a whisper. “Time to go.” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Nov 29, 2019 13:33:47 GMT -6
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WC: 401 | Post: 12The day had crept on for what felt like forever, the sun barely inching across the sky in Whirlwind's own impatient excitement for the evening. He refused to externalize it. Whether what he felt was eagerness or fear, he wasn't sure. He knew what he wanted to do, and he wasn't about to take back on his word. He was no coward, and the Aodhians deserved this; for taking away their home, their safety, their security, for trapping innocents and forcing them into servitude. There as nothing that sat deeper in his chest, or left a more bitter taste in his mouth than the idea of cold, heavy shackles and bitter iron over his tongue. He cringed internally each time the mere thought crossed his mind. There was no excuse, except perhaps for the superiority complex of their friends to the northwest.
He had been sure to eat, only having a small portion as was what he had grown used to. He was doing just fine on it, thanks to his resilient heritage. He was easy enough to find come time to leave, as he always lingered just beyond the outskirts of the camp with his face to the stars, studying them and remembering each constellation's name. It was the only peace that he was able to find in such troubling times. He was grateful for the unchanging glow overhead. He may have resented the obliviousness of the heavens under any normal circumstance, but when he cleared his mind and left behind the weight that sat upon his shoulders, he could do no more than stare in awe.
That was where he was this evening, waiting for Mazuku with the anticipation that they would be taking their leave soon. He glanced over his shoulder upon hearing his voice, his ears falling forwards and expression hardening. He was prepared.
"I must admit, I haven't done something like this in quite some time." Well, he'd done nothing beyond sneaking about shops and snatching food and trinkets he liked from merchants. What a naughty child he had been, but he'd given up thievery with his youth. The difference between failure and success was not life or death then as it was now. The stakes were higher, and failure was not an option. "I do hope I won't be in the way."
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Post by kajeayn on Dec 7, 2019 3:14:31 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 189| post: 13 He raised a brow at the mention of “some time”, having privately thought that Whirlwind had likely never dabbled in thievery. It wasn’t as if Serorans usually needed to- they’d hand over everything they owned if someone simply asked. It was their greatest strength, and greatest weakness. “You know the landscape much better than I do. As long as you’re not loud and hide when I do, you’ll be helpful.” Mazuku said bluntly, making one last check of his supplies. He didn’t have much, but he didn’t need much. The bags were mostly empty, which would make it easier to carry away pilfered supplies. With them both working together, they’d probably actually be able to take away a large amount- provided, of course, that everything went well. Considering this was his first time working with a partner during this, he had little idea what to expect- he’d have to be ready to change his plans on the fly. He could only hope they were both ready for the task at hand. He nodded to himself, pulling out the map and offering it back to Whirlwind. “Thanks. Ready to go?” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Dec 21, 2019 10:42:51 GMT -6
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WC: 161 | Post: 13Whirlwind took his map back gratefully, tucking it securely back into its respective saddlebag. He wasn't quite as careful with it this time, and it could be suspected that he anticipated that he'd get more paper while he was here. He had a mental list of the things he would need to steal; food, clean water, medicine... paper, because for a screamer, paper was important for his navigation of desolate Sedo. He turned to follow, keeping close behind him. He didn't let his caravan know that he was leaving, as he anticipated he'd be back by morning or sooner. Would they be pursued? Perhaps. He couldn't say. It was not like they had a whole lot to pack up and move out if need be. They'd be easy to track, so he'd have to depend upon adequate deception if they should be caught.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He replied simply, just checking the blade at his hip. "You lead." |
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Post by kajeayn on Dec 23, 2019 23:50:49 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 215 | post: 14 Mazuku’s mouth curled up at the barest hint of a rare smile. “I prefer leading. But for travelling, I think the screamer might be better suited.”He gestured with his wing for Whirlwind to walk with him, moving in near silence, stepping lightly over sand and rock. “I think we should take the farthest camp, to lower the risk of anyone coming for the caravan.” He said lowly. “It’s also set up in a canyon, so more cover and escape routes. You’ll probably know the best routes through it, especially if we need to lead any of them into a trap.” He didn’t like talking this much, to anyone about anything, but his words came a little easier when discussing a plan and with someone he doubted would ask any useless questions. “I’ll make sure any guards are put down, you focus on staying on the edges and stealing whatever fits into your bags. I’ll do the same when the guards are down, but you need to run at the first sight of trouble, ok?” He turned his head, frowning seriously at Whirlwind. The moon gleamed silver in his eyes, washing his dark coat a dull gray-black. “I can get out just fine, but they’re taking all prisoners they can. Don’t give them the chance.” [/b] [/div][/div] |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 4, 2020 13:53:27 GMT -6
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WC: 345 | Post: 14Perhaps Whirlwind should not have been so quick to doubt himself in this circumstance. He was usually so solid, unyielding like a steel beam and typically, if he was not leading, he was not happy. Perhaps he was more nervous than he was letting on to. Perhaps, he was more worried about what they were about to do than he even realized. It wasn't typical of a screamer to run right into trouble. His job was to avoid it, and he'd done it well up until now. However, maybe that was where his thought process was going wrong. He was in no trouble yet. They were just serving up some long overdue karma to some invading Aodhians. He had to remind himself that he was not only trained as a screamer, it was just his official title. He'd received limited training in combat from his heavy hoof father, and so he was sure he'd be able to handle anything that this endeavor could throw at them.
They'd go in, and he'd do exactly as he was instructed by Mazuku. He remembered the path clearly, cutting through territory that he'd taken the caravan around. It had taken extra time to avoid the ditches, cliffs, and other dangers that he was more than prepared to slip right through now. He asked no unnecessary questions as they went. In the distance, smoke rose from the Aodhian camp not far off at this point. They'd covered the ground impeccably fast, faster than he remembered that he'd been able to do alone. In a way, it almost made him resentful of how a caravan tied him down.
"They won't get the chance." Whirlwind assured him after he was done speaking, pausing at the edge of the cliffside they'd scaled. It overlooked the unsuspecting camp. Red firelight flickered in the center, each tent dark and guards below unsuspecting of who was watching from above. He knew right where they were, and he already had multiple escape routes visualized as his eyes scoured their target's surroundings. He was prepared. "Are you ready?"
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 4, 2020 14:15:15 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 317| post: 15 He was grateful for the comfortable silence, mulling over plans as they ran lightly through the moonlit desert, kicking up dust turned into gray clouds at their feet, Mazuku wordlessly following Whirlwind’s lead as they avoided the routine dangers of the desert. For a minute, he almost began to feel hopeful- this was already turning out easier than when he was alone, and it wasn’t as if Whirlwind was filling the air with inane chatter. He breathed out, sinking down quietly as he observed the camp, gesturing with his wing for Whirlwind to lower himself as well. Their silhouettes against the sky would be too obvious standing, even in the dark, and he couldn’t risk a guard glancing their way and sounding an alarm. He was quiet a moment, eyes darting over the camp, gauging weak points, watching to see if the guards patrolled. They seemed mostly to hang out in one place, only a few on duty, bored and no doubt tired. Perfect. “Ready,” He murmured, making a subtle gesture with his wing encompassing part of the camp. “Supplies will mostly be in those crates, finer stuff might be in the tents but you risk being spotted.” He explained lowly. Normally he would torch the piles of crates, but with someone here he could at least squirrel away as many supplies as possible first. “I’ll take out the guard on that side of camp, you move in and start grabbing while I sneak around and take care of the others. I’ll grab whatever I can.” He hesitated, teke glowing silver as he opened his saddlebag, pulling out a small bell he gripped tightly. The metal was warped, darkened from heat damage, and he gave it a gentle shake, making it clink in a tinny, broken way. “You hear the bell, you hide. If I yell or you get spotted, you run. Don’t look back. Got it?” |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 4, 2020 14:42:01 GMT -6
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WC: 297 | Post: 15Whirlwind sank low and close to the ground as he was instructed, his own pale blue teke illuminating his hood as he pulled it over his ears to conceal his comparatively light hair and face against the dark red rock face. His eyes followed Mazuku's gesture, deeply focused. He knew should he slip up and alert some guards, both of them would be in terrible danger. They needed to do this quickly, and quietly. He knew they needed supplies, especially those belonging to his caravan. However, he had no need for those finer things that Mazuku had mentioned. He was good at sneaking around. He was quiet, agile, and cunning. However, he was not familiar with such dishonest endeavors.
Aodhians did not deserve honesty. They did not deserve respect, in his opinion, and so he had no problem stealing from them, destroying what they needed. It would be all too easy, if that was in the plans, particularly with that crackling fire popping away in the center of camp. It would be like stealing candy from a foal, right? Right. He tilted his head to glance back at him. "Understood," He murmured. "We'll make it quick."
And then get the heck out of dodge, safe and sound and with food, medicine, and resources enough for the caravan and perhaps himself, if all went well. He started sliding along the cliff ledge, a few rocks popping out of place and crumpling down the ledge. It was narrow here, and so he had to be cautious. It was the only way down without turning around and going all the way around, however. He'd allow Mazuku on his own as soon as they reached the base of this cliff. From there, they could split up and get this over with. |
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