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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 12, 2015 4:54:51 GMT -6
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"Trick Or Treat"
A Private RP between fediarwoods' Passoa and PaleMoose's Samba
Somewhere between the Skytop Forest and the Barred Mountains, Year 1699 (Fall)
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It had been a long and hot summer with enough rain to nurture the land. The treetops had grown very heavy with leaves which'd been lush and green all summer long. But now that fall announced itself around the corner the tops were slowly changing color and before the blink of an eye the green had been traded for the beautiful orange and yellow color palette of fall.
Passoa couldn't complain. She wasn't particularly fond of the summer, especially on the lands of Aquore. The heat was too suffocating, even though she was kind of used to it, and than that long summer storms that ate away the days while most of Aquore decided staying inside was the best thing to do. She however was too stubborn to let a storm decide her day and usually just went out when she felt like it, or thought the rain was less heavy than before. It had made her get trapped somewhere on the island, looking for shelter, multiple times. Fall had it's rains too, but those weren't as stormy as those of summer. Luckily, summer was now finally over.
With a firm step she made her way through one of the thin forests on the island. She currently wasn't really fond of herself either; no matter how many time she'd spend traveling through Hireath, she still managed to get lost. She had a sense for direction that was nowhere to be found. Following the roads and paths wasn't an option: Guards would stumble upon her path way too easily than, and that was the last thing she needed right now.
She was, however, loosing that firm step of hers. She slowly came to realize that she'd completely lost her direction. The last thing she knew was that she'd started off by the Skytop Forest and that she from there on had walked south, but she didn't knew if she'd kept that direction or that she'd turned a little too much along the way. She really had to come out here faster to find her way trough Sirith, but usually she just followed the shore lines so she didn't get lost. With a big sigh she lifted her head and took a look around, seeing if she could find something recognizable at the horizon, but as far as she could look, there was nothing there she could use. She turned her ears for a moment, before she guessed a direction and started walking again. She had to end up somewhere when she just kept walking...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 1:37:43 GMT -6
Samba | Vagabond Thief | 389 words
The mare had not enjoyed the summer one bit- the heat and humidity made her long raven hair frizzy and feel like it was a thousand times thicker than it truly was. Also, being one without a real home, she was always out in the elements and felt as though she was frying. But there was one thing she liked about summer, and that was the end. She loved to watch the colors change from their bright vibrant green to the sunny yellows and reds and oranges. Not to mention, falling leaves were absolutely fun to play in. And thats where she was. Samba had spent the day pushing leaves around- the little that were around anyways- and took it upon herself to throw them in the air aimlessly and try not to get any in her hair. It was a futile attempt, but it was fun nonetheless. Now, after some time of hard "work," she lay in her measly pile and watched the area around her. It was silent. She loved the silent. Gave her a chance to plot on how she was going to get Shenan back. Gave her a chance to just think.
Her ears flicked at the sound of a branch cracking in the distance, her head raising up just in time to see a stranger disappear a bit ahead. Curious, she pulled herself to her hooves and took slow cautious steps in the direction they had gone- all the while shaking her head to try to get the remaining leaves out of her long mane. Olive green eyes stared intentfully before her, her head held low in case of an attack. But what she saw looked nothing like someone that would want them for their next meal, but more like one who was lost.. or at least.. not in their usual environment.
A smirk played across the mares lips and she slowly fell in step behind the stranger. She stayed a good ways back, as to not alarm them, but just to see where in the world they might be going. It occurred to her that this stranger was indeed lost when they passed the same tree several times, and Samba frowned.
"Lost are ya?" She finally spoke up, clearing her throat first and then raising her brow in question to the dappled stranger.
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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 26, 2015 6:52:27 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
The brightly orange, slightly brown leaves on the mossy ground softly crackled beneath her hooves, just like the tiny branches did. Sometimes she could hear the scratching of tiny paws on the tree's bark, probably from tiny mammals that made their way through the world above her head. She snorted softly as she tried to recognize anything from the forest around her. Her eyes caught a certain tree that looked like one that she passed before, but to be honest, every single tree in this damned forest looked like the other. She sighed and shook her head lightly making her curly mane go muzzy, releasing even more loose hairs from the thick braid hanging down from her neck.
Out from the other sounds of the forest she recognized something that wasn't part of nature. She couldn't exactly place it and the slight wind that made it's way through the trees didn't help recognizing any possible scent. Just as she was about to take a look where it could be coming from an unfamiliar voice reached her curly ears. She turned them to where the sound was coming from, and not long after followed her head. She stopped walking for a minute, observing the mare that had emerged from what Passoa thought was only forest and nature around her.
She hadn't seen the mare before and didn't recognize her at all. That was probably a good thing seeing that if she would've recognized her, it would probably be from the black market. Other horses didn't wander around here like that... only dodgy figures. Or figures that called the forests there home. But from that one look she could take on the mare in the seconds she had, she couldn't figure out which of the two it was. She at least looked friendly.
She gave her a light friendly smile and nodded slightly on her question. ''I believe I am,'' a slightly guilty, for she hated having to ask strangers for the way, but friendly tone in her warm voice. She always preferred just fiddling around and trying to find her way back, until she finally did and could get on with her journey, but for now she was completely clueless of where she was. ''You're from around here?'' she asked with that same friendly smile on her face, but somewhere beneath that lingered a puzzling expression. She had to figure out what this stranger wanted of her, for she needed to be sure it had nothing to do with any countermeasures. Maybe she had been following for a while...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2016 18:16:08 GMT -6
Samba | Vagabond | 284 words
She stopped the same time the stranger had- keeping the few stride lengths between them. One ear stayed fixated on her as she spoke, the other on a constant swivel for anything else that could be lurking through the thick trees. One could never be so careful. She chuckled lightly at the mares question, her smirk from before turning to a small silly smile. She didnt think she looked like someone who could have possibly came from a herd, but maybe she was just asking to be nice? The bay mare nodded slowly, taking a small step toward the other.
"Mhm, ya could say that." She replied with a shrug.
She paused, glancing over the other mare a little more closely, trying to figure out where she might possibly be from. From the intense amount of fluff on her maple coat, she could probably survive war forged.. but something told her that wasnt quite right. Defiantly not a Vagabond if she was this lost. Maybe it would be best to ask..
"Where're ya from? And Where're ya headin'?" She asked curiously with an arch of her brow. Maybe Samba would feel obligated to help her, if it wasnt too far. She had nothing better to do anyways, and it was about time she got out of this forest for a while. "I could help ya, as long as its not too far off." Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at the sky, squinting against the glare of the sun. "I think we'll be alright on the time, sun dont seem to be too much in a hurry." She turned back to look at the other mare, a lopsided smile now slithering across her features.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 3, 2016 15:55:55 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She softly swung her tail, so softly it could've almost been a touch of the wind, observing the bay mare that stood a few steps away from her. The sun that shone through the foliage above them, making small strings of sunlight fall on the mare's coat. The bay coat seemed a bit dull; not very maintained, a few black spots scattered over her body, her black mane wildly hanging one side from her neck. Her answer - and the way she was speaking - convinced her that this mare was probably one she could count to the Vagabonds that were rarefied around Hireath. Vagabonds were fine, as long as it weren't the thieves that liked to play like the Wild's monkeys and steal her things whenever they could.
The bird's above their heads softly sang their songs, flying from one branch towards another, probably gathering themselves to travel to warmer lands. It was one thing her ears had picked up, another thing was the mare's speech; it was a bit wary, but maybe that was just her way of talking, or some sort of accent she'd gotten somewhere. She didn't mind to much attention to the detail; for now it seemed like the mare was much more at home here between the trees, and that was all what she'd needed wandering around like a being without a memory of which path they'd taken. This was the reason she usually didn't enter forests she didn't enter, and liked taking paths she'd taken before, but the patrol of Guards she'd seen not much earlier had forced her to go places she'd not been before. Her way home from Aodh usually was another, but this one seemed to have lead to a stranger; which might not have been a bad thing after all.
She turned her ears for a moment, before answering her questions. ''I was on my way from Aodh, but this...'' she paused for a second to pin point out her annoyance towards the tree filled area, ''forest seemed to have taken it's grip on me. I keep walking circles,'' she said a bit annoyed, but to not come over wrong on the mare she curled her lips into a friendly smile. She followed the mare's gaze to the sky above them, that was painted in a blue, slightly orange color. She nodded as she looked back towards the mare, who seemed to be much friendlier than she could've hoped. It was not often she walked into strangers that were friendly, or strangers that were out there to pick Rogues like her off the streets. ''I'm heading back to Aquore, that's where you could say I come from,'' she smirked for a moment, giving her neck a shake so her mane fell away from her golden eyes. ''It would really help me out if you could pin point out the way for me,'' she said with a soft nod. Maybe that way she could indeed make it home before nightfall.
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