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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 11, 2016 7:05:21 GMT -6
Good Ways; Bad Habits Year 1700, taking place just after the flower festival.
After a long day's work, Southpaw doesn't feel like going home just yet. The evening is still early and the sun hadn't completely dissapeared yet.
On his walk through town he stumbled across a cozy little Inn, and he decided to go inside. Maybe they might have his favorite rum,
or his favorite beer, there and if so he could always decide to stay a while, or take it on the go. Alcohol's good anywhere anyway.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 12, 2016 8:11:09 GMT -6
Southpaw | Stationary | War-Forged
The day had been kind upon him. He had been working out all day, fixing one of the lower structures higher in the mountains. The cold of the long winter had slightly damaged the steel, the heavy density of the air making it rusty. Day by day he visited the structures, but during winter the weather circumstances had been too heavy to go and repair small damages; there were plenty of other choirs that were heavier and much more needed. But now that spring had arrived, he was running all the errands that winter had listed on a long to-do list. He enjoyed his work and was rather pleased with his busy schedule. He hated boring himself out, having nothing to do; which was one of the main reasons he was always working. If it wasn't for the herd, it was for himself; building his house from the very ground and expanding and improving it wherever he found needed.
His hooves slightly sunk in the wet dirt beneath his hooves. Ever since Spring had arrived the weather had heavily changed and it was as if nature had sprung out of winter's hibernation, just like the bears in the woods had. Green started to grow again, the trees growing heavy in their roofs. He'd been very busy working lately; his way of avoiding the flower festival. Even though there was alcohol to be spilled and the whole atmosphere had changed from professional and serious to loose and free (which many of the War-Forged citizens seemed to enjoy once in a while) he just didn't seem the point of it.
He prayed more often for the ten days during the Flower Festival; thanking their great mother Kaia for releasing them from winter's grip again. Thanking her for their survival, and that they can introduce a new year; a new season once more. And he must confess that he had also wandered around the market place a few times, gazing over the stands with all the different kind of supplies. Most stands had flowers, or flower-related items, but there were a few that deserved his attention, and he even got something he brought home.
As he cut a corner and made way into Skeldr Town a fresh wind blew his way, banging his wary dreadlocks against his thick neck. Again he snorted; blowing the different kind of scents out of his nostrils. Skeldr Town was different every season, in Spring being busier than ever. It slightly irritated him that now that it was finally better weather, everyone was getting out of their shells again. It slightly irritated him; for he was one of those horses that was always outside; even when the weather was horrible.
His gaze wandered the different structures and buildings; something he always did when he wandered through town. Every architect build his structures differently and he really enjoyed picking out the different styles here and there. He always felt like he learned from observing; thus he tried to do that as much as he could. As his deep orange eyes found a sign with the words 'Inn' scrabbled over it he decided to see if he could grab a drink inside. A drink couldn't hurt; he had worked hard all day and it were these days that he found he deserved a cold beer, or a deep, dark rum that warmed his throat. With his telekineses he pulled the door handle down and the thick, wooden door opened up before him. He placed his strong hooves right in front of each other as he entered the inn, his eyes gazing from side to side, not only observing the inside, but also looking for the inn keeper.
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Post by catac0rny on Aug 4, 2016 13:57:40 GMT -6
Greer | Stationary merchant | War-forged
As the sun settled in its cozy home behind the pines, Greer prepared herself for the late night customers that always appeared. Sometimes they were laughter filled drunks, or brooding loners who wished for nothing more than to drown their sorrows. Still, it made her money. She went from table to table, serving snacks and drinks to the merry customers. Her shop was a menagerie of different services. On the shelves behind the bar were various drinks she served to thirsty horses yet under the bar was a station for food making. The menu was small but delicious. And behind the door on the far left wall was an inn of three rooms which usually remained empty, save for the very drunk horse who couldn't find his way home. And in the locked glass cabinet was small nick knacks and other items that she sold.
This made work very busy, seeing as Greer was her only employee. On a night like this her hooves couldn't wait to carry her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Still, she hummed as she bustled about, taking orders and making tabs.
She lifted her head at the sound of the bell above the door jingling, and glanced over to see an unfamiliar grulla stallion walk in. He had an appaloosa blanket and a shaggy yet endearing coat. He was very striking and she couldn't help herself but to want to go over and introduce herself. Good thing it was technically her job.
She walked out from behind the bar and trotting in front of him, looking up at him with her blue eyes. "Hello, im Greer and i will be serving you today. Can i get you a table or will you just be taking a seat at the bar?" She offered, motioning to the group sized tables with generously sized cushions for sitting and at the bar that had raised platforms with cushions on top of them for comfortable seating. Now that she was nearer to him, she could see his handsome features better and threw in a little eyelash flutter, just for effect.
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