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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 4, 2020 17:01:59 GMT -6
Prompt: After the herd gathering to discuss the thunderbird threat, the group breaks apart to head to their respective homes. Recognizing that its safer to travel in a group, you have joined up with a few of your herd mates heading in the same direction as you. The sky is dark and foreboding and you can hear a distant rumble of thunder. You hope it's just a storm... Location: Ziuseset Time of Day: Mid to Late Afternoon Current Weather: Cold for Serora, mostly cloudly with the occasional breaks of sun. Heavy storm clouds in the distance moving in. Characters: SandPiper, Esin, Whirlwind, Galvyn
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 4, 2020 21:55:26 GMT -6
SandPiper
Post One | 246 Words
Piper took the lead, steering the group away from Osulas' lake's edge. She cast a glance back at the members of the makeshift band. Her eyes passed over her companion Whirlwind and the mullah, Esin. She had offered to guide them back to their place of residence after the meeting. The mullah had no means of defending herself from attackers and she was headed the same direction as the screamers. It shouldn't take them too long, right?
"Where is it that you're located at again?" Piper asked, slowing her pace so she could talk to the mare more easily. She would happily guide Esin as far as they needed to go if it meant she was safe... well, perhaps 'happily' wasn't the right word. She was still tired from recent run-ins with Thunderbirds and would much rather find somewhere to hide away and rest. But it was her duty to her herd to mark dangers, and she wasn't about to let anyone fight her battles or let herself shy away from her duty. She would make sure her herd was safe.
A soft rumble in the distance caused the mare to jump, and her teke automatically glowed around the hilt of her falchion. Her gaze turned to the horizon, but she spotted no figures in the sky. Not even lightning. A soft sigh left her maw and she relaxed, the glow dispelling as she turned to look back at her companions.
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Post by rumoredxnights on Jan 13, 2020 19:36:57 GMT -6
G A L V Y N
of Serora
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Galvyn's day was going well all things considered. The herd gathering had ended and he wasn't really thinking about the looming threat. Not for lack of care, but simply because it just wasn't his field of expertise. They had made it clear to stick in groups and not venture out too far. The threat would be handled by the warriors and all he had to worry about was staying close by and working on projects. The silvery dunskin was humming a tune to himself as he practically pranced along. His mind was filled with ideas for his next creation. The looming clouds overhead provided a bounty of inspiration. He sent a small prayer to Alya, thanking her for nature's inspirations. He had made his way, unconsciously following a small group away from the herd meeting. The thundering and looming clouds never bothered him. It was simply a figment of nature's beauty.
He had projects on his mind and had to find the cache of sand he often used for his clay. It was fine sand that when molded, forged the sturdiest clay for pottery. He had jugs of water set aside, but his sand supply needed replenished. It was a few yards off, leaving him to wander from the herd in search of it. He didn't mind, having made the trek several times before. The rumbling appeared to grow louder the further he ventured, but he paid it no mind. He trotted along the dunes, finding a makeshift well between two large boulders. The stone weathered by the buffeting winds. The sand pressed between them, grinding down naturally into a finer quality. Taking his special jug, he used a hoof to scoop the sand from the well into the container. He was too focused on his work to hear the loud flapping of wings nearby. It was the thunderous cry that jarred him out of his reverie. He jolted back, nearly kicking over the jug and came face to face with a very large bird. He had heard stories of large birds, but had never met one up close. There was flock surrounding him and their cries sounded very much like thunder. The cold realization that it was not a storm brewing settled on his shoulders.
He folded his ears back, anxiously. Wine red eyes widening more than they ever had before. The closest bird let out another squawk, causing the stallion to tumble over from the vibration. He was frozen in place, laying on his side and staring on in absolute terror. He tried to will his legs to work, but they refused to listen. He did the only thing he could think of in that moment - scream for help. Hoping his voice would carry over the cries of the Thunderbirds.
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