|
|
Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 30, 2020 17:13:04 GMT -6
Location: Skytop Forest - Just inside Dillon's Hedgewitch Territory. Time of Day: Midmorning Weather: Cold, overcast, and rainy Timeline: Post Chapter 8, Year 1702 \
Dillon | Hedgewitch | Post One
Morning came early, cold and drizzly. The creamy buckskin stallion flicked an ear as he stared out the door of his small home, which was more hut built into the trees and rocks than an actual house, but home nonetheless to him. Above him, the clouds protested, rumbling and roiling as the rain continued to come down in small patterings here and there. He could hear the rushing of a nearby stream, which was sure to flood soon if this rain kept up. Dillon sighed, shaking his head in such a way that his short-shorn mane wobbled over his crest. If the creek flooded, that meant all the water herbs he usually got from it would rot and become totally useless. Great, he'd have to forage even farther from home to find more water plants in that case. Snorting, the stallion rolled blue eyes skyward, mumbling something about the Gods being a pain in his rump today. He'd apparently woken up on the wrong side of the mossy pallet that made his bed, and he was not feeling having to go out and explore his territory, but his mother had asked him to do it, for sure, today. So he didn't have much of a choice.
Stepping out into the drizzling rain, and using his yellow teke to shut the door behind him, Dillon began his journey. He grabbed his saddle bags from beside the front "porch" area - a few wooden planks laid out underneath a canopy of leaves and branches at the front of the house. Normally he'd take them in to avoid the leather getting damaged in the rain, but he'd not realized there was rain in the forecast, and so he had to shake the water off the bags before slapping them over his spine. His strides were rolling despite his short stature as the stallion strolled out into the forest. At least it wasn't too unbearably hot today; that was one thing he hated. Being from Onean stock was what did it, he told himself. He was cold blooded through and through.
Dillon could smell the scent of loamy earth as he strode deeper into the forest. His hooves sank into the brown earth, and for a second he wondered if this was what his mother meant when she said she was connected to Kaia. He felt it. Felt like he was part of the forest, part of his home.
Dillon took a long while to get to the edge of his homeland, even though the territory that he and his mother tended was small. But eventually he reached the border where he usually stopped looking for plants, and chose to turn back. His eyes caught sight of something green and verdant in the distance, and his face broke into a smile. Trotting over, he nosed his way into the plants, collecting stalks of the herbs. After a moment, he shrugged off his saddle bags, letting them hit the ground beside him, so he could fill them up easier. Leaving the bags where they were, Dillon moved to another small clump of the plants, ready to harvest them too.
WC: 530
|
|
|
|
Post by Dream-Lark on Apr 24, 2020 11:07:51 GMT -6
 Sinarin;Vagabond|Missionary/Thief
It was cold. It was overcast. And it was that drizzling type of rain that was light but constant.
However, this only slightly dampened the spirits of one equine who trotted through the forest. He was almost home from his latest trip, and he'd managed to chat to quite a few people about Digend while he'd been out. All in all, it had been a good run, and he was ready to get back to Asylon and see Aurora. Also, to find out what mischief the twins had been up to. You never knew, but it was always something entertaining.
Silver eyes glanced up, catching sight of the magpie swooping through the trees ahead of him; a bit of black and blue feathering seen here and there through the trees. Matching silver teke adjusted his oiled cloak over his gear, an absent motion made routine to keep himself and his items dry.
"See anything Mags?" the common horse called, ready for just about anything to lighten his trek through the gloomy weather.
A short call was the answer, the bird darting back to fly inches from Sinarin's face before darting off through the drizzling water.
"Oh, ho, that's a yes," the thief remarked, eyes lighting up and his pace quickening while at the same time becoming more silent as he watched were to place his hooves. It was harder in ground made squelchy from water, but not impossible for an adept thief. He followed the bird slowly through the forest, keep his eyes out, until he saw the magpie alight in a tree. Gaze cast about, finally catching sight of the horse she'd spotted from the air.
The other seemed to be immersed in some plant life, for some reason, but sharp gaze caught a pair of saddlebags sitting beneath the tree his familiar had landed in.
"Oh, too easy," Sin murmured, an anticipatory grin lighting up his face as he began to edge closer. He just needed to work himself within his teke's range. The bags were likely too heavy for Mags to lift, and besides, his theft wouldn't be as quick to find out if the saddlebags themselves remained in place. He glanced to his familiar, jerking his head in the direction of the other stallion, ordering the bird to fly toward him and provide a distraction if it was needed.
WC:393 | Post #1 |
|
|
|
Post by Kelpie-River on Apr 28, 2020 22:45:23 GMT -6
Dillon || Hedgewitch || Post Two
The stallion shook rain off of his coat, sighing as he searched for more plant life. He was just about to turn back to his saddle bags, when a bird swept past him, distracting the stallion from his task for a moment. Dillon frowned, looking over at the animal, his head cocked to the side. It was unusual, he thought, for any of the forest's wildlife to be out and about today; it was too drizzly for most creatures to make their way out of their burrows or nests. But, he didn't think too hard about it; he was still in a bit of a grumpy fog, and wasn't giving a whole lot of attention to anything at the moment. Which was why he didn't bother investigating the creature, as he dropped his head to crop more herbs with his teeth, carefully clipping the stems to prevent bruising to the leaves and useful stems.
At first, he didn't see the strange horse creeping closer to his saddle bags. He was too focused on his task of gathering leaves, too distracted pondering the bird that crossed his path. Dillon's mind wandered; he thought about what kind of familiar he might want to get next time the peddlers came through with their Uplifted animals. Definitely not a bird. Too loud; too messy. Something furry, something cute maybe. But whatever caught his eye. He was wrapped up in these thoughts, when he happened to turn around, ready to stuff the gathered herbs into his saddle bags. Instead, he caught sight of a stranger sneaking through the undergrowth, apparently making a B-line for his stuff.
"HEY," Called out the buckskin, his ears flattening to his skull immediately. "What are you doing?" he demanded, dropping the freshly cropped herbs and rushing forward, tail flagging as his nostrils flared. "Who are you?" The questions came fast and thick as he demanded knowledge from the stranger, barely giving a chance to answer or prepare for a fight, should there be one.
WC: 334
|
|
|
|
Post by Luneby on Mar 7, 2021 14:12:45 GMT -6
|
|
