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Post by krikuri on Jun 18, 2016 8:27:01 GMT -6
Caught in the Storm On a cool, summer night, Skata decides to go and visit her mother who lives in a little house just on the outskirts of Skeldr Town. However, the weather seems to have different plans. Skata & Southpaw (Krikuri & fediarwoods)
Skata || War-Forged Valkyrie- With firm and determined steps, Skata made her way through the storm. When she left to go see her mother, the weather was perfectly fine. But then, of course it had to start downpouring just a few minutes down the road. The sky was like a sheet of ink covering the sodden land beneath it, not even the full moon could be seen through the heavy sheets of rain clouds that swallowed up the sky. It felt as if a roaring waterfall were pouring down on her, making her soaked from head to toe. Her mane was plastered to her face and coat as if it were glued there, and water kept dripping into her eyes. The waves could be heard crashing against the shoreline as the wind twisted and tumbled through the air, almost as if it were playing a game of tag with itself. Lightning lit up the night sky, followed by a deep rumble of thunder that rattled her clenched teeth. However, Skata just snorted and still pushed forward with her jaw set and her body bracing against the whistling wind. The mare didn't mind a little rain every now and then, but she hated it when it started raining down in sheets, downpour after downpour. One of her hooves slipped in the mud that was pooling beneath her, and she gave a muttered insult that was lost in the billowing wind. She wished that she were at her mother's nice, cozy house already and wasn't stuck in this mess. Blowing a piece of her mane out of her eye, she made her way one step at a time, barely able to see more than ten feet ahead of her. A shiver ran down her spine as another crash of thunder seemed to shake the ground beneath her. The obsidian coated mare passed by a few farm houses that were lit with a cozy light, and giving an irritated flick of her tail, continued to put one hoof in front of the other.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 20, 2016 11:33:59 GMT -6
Southpaw | Stationary Merchant | War-Forged
The heavy storm raged above him in the sky, enlightening the darkness every few seconds, the thick clouds rumbling like they were bashing in on each other. He could quite enjoy the sounds of it; he always imagined the Gods playing games with each other, pestering which was the strongest. A game of sparring; just like their mortals did. He could see Ignacio standing at the side while Cascade and Alya would fight each other from a far, without hurting. They would fight differently than they down in Hireath would, but all was just his imagination, and he knew that it was just fictional. Still it couldn't hurt fantasying about it - one should keep his mind busy, always.
Shivers ran over his spine as the rain fall from above became heavier and the drops of water getting bigger. The thunder enlightened the pitch black sky above them once more, the sudden light lining his dark silhouette for just a mere second. Every time he rolled his muscles right under his coat and moved his legs forward, his heavy, thick hooves sunk deeply away in the mud. He was fetlock-deep in the dirty, wet earth, but he was thankful enough for the fact that it made him steady, instead of slipping all over the surface. He snorted loudly, keeping the rain out of nostrils every few seconds. He wouldn't say he hated storms; his body was made for the weather of Onea and he had grown used to it very early on. His thick, rugged coat kept him warm, even when his coat was dripping wet, the fluff keeping his ears dry from rain. He was used to working outdoors, working through heavy snowfall, through rain or strong wind. Usually he just worked through it, but tonight's storm was too heavy to work in. He had decided to go home, especially since the way back would be a long one with such short sight.
Another stripe of lightning crossed the sky and it was in that light he saw another silhouette -much smaller than his- making way through the heavy mud and rain fall. At first he wanted to happily pass the other - he would just keep on walking and moving as if he hadn't seen the other, but at the looks of her small figure he guessed she was a mare. Her determined steps were something that hadn't gone unnoticed by him, but he was raised, even though it was slightly, like a gentlemen and he couldn't just let the mare cross his path without asking her if he could help her with anything.
So like he and his grumpy butt always did, he slightly changed the course and stepped on; his movements heavy; his hooves still sinking fetlock-deep in the mud. He couldn't quite mind it anymore. As he was just a few steps away from her, towering over her with his tall, muscled shadow, he turned his ears around; always keeping an eye (or ear) out for your surroundings.
''Hello ma'am,'' his heavy voice spoke, slightly muttered by the thick rainfall. It was as if the storm became even heavier now that he had stopped his steps and stood still, but maybe that was just his imagination. ''I couldn't help but see you struggle in the storm, and I wondered if I could help you with anything,'' his voice barely came through the violence of the storm, but he at the very least tried.
[Word Coun: 580]
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Post by krikuri on Jun 20, 2016 13:21:10 GMT -6
Skata || War-Forged Valkyrie
A bolt of lightning lit up the inky sky, and just for a moment, lit up a silhouette just a few yards away. Ignoring it, she trudged onwards, putting one hoof in front of the other. The mare, who was about to take a second step, looked at the wet, dirty earth as it gave a squelching noise. Her hoof was stuck! She tried giving it a pull, but it wouldn't budge. Oh for goodness sakes. It could've stormed every other night, but nooo it had to be the one night I was traveling. Skata snorted, ignoring the water that was dripping down off of her mane and blurring her eyesight.
This time she pulled even harder, and finally her hoof can unstuck out of the sloppy earth. Giving a sigh of relief, she shook - well, attempted - to shake out her curly mane, but unfortunately for her, it was still plastered to her as if its life depended on her. The call of a voice made her whip her head to the side. By the deep sound of it, it was a stallion and he wasn't too far away. Her icey blue eyes squinted in the downpour, trying to determine where the stallion was. Luckily, yet another stripe of lightning shot across the sky and in that light she saw the same silhouette as before, and it was just a few steps away from her. So it is a stallion! The obsidian coated mare guessed right by the voice, as his stature was very tall and muscular.
"Hello, can you hear me?" Skata raised her voice so that it could be heard over the howling winds and pounding rain. Blasted storm. "I'm -," She was going to say no and that she was doing just fine, but she still had a good ways to go to reach her mother's and she really didn't want to try to trudge through this mess any longer. A large droplet of water fell right into her eye, and giving a sigh of defeat, the mare replied. "Yes, do you know anywhere nearby where I could shelter until the storm has passed?" Her voice, thick with an English accent, was somewhat muted due to the raging storm, but she tried.
Oh how she wished that she was back in her warm little house with the luxurious, fluffy pillows and the warm fire (which was probably out by now) that roared. Sure, living in War-Forged her entire life helped condition her for this kind of weather, but that didn't mean that she enjoyed the viscous storms.
Word Count: 435
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 25, 2016 12:14:00 GMT -6
Southpaw | Stationary Merchant | War-Forged
The little mare seemed slightly irritated and he could only hope she wouldn't tell his ass to go help someone else. You couldn't know nowadays with all those new ranked mares prancing around. Thinking they could equal a stallion in power, in raiding, in protecting. He snorted softly at the thought of it, but also as a hopeless act of trying to get that damn rain out of his nostrils.
He looked down upon the small, dark figure. All he could see was that she was probably soaking wet; her mane plucking to her neck. All that stood out were her captivating ice blue eyes and the small patch of white on top of her muzzle. He hadn't seen her before, but that seemed no more than logical since he was always working up and away from society.
From the look on her face and the way she moved her mouth was it clear she talked, but not much of her actual speaking reached his ears. The storm was so incredibly loud, the clouds rolling above them, the thunder lashing down once more. It seemed that the lightning strikes was getting closer too - something he didn't quite appreciate. He'd seen other fools get hit by lightning, mostly when they were working on the big iron structures, and it wasn't a pretty sight to withhold.
He lowered his head, trying to get a better grip on her voice that tried to travel through the storm. At first he thought he still couldn't understand her, but she seemed to pause her speech for a moment. As she spoke and the words finally reached his ears, the gears in his head instantly started to turn. Maybe it wasn't that bad to find a little shelter for a while. He slightly nodded, before he lifted his head and with clenched eyes his gaze traveled the landscape around them. In the distance he could define a light or two - probably a few farm houses settled together. But he didn't quite feel for begging at someone's door if they could get in for a while. As he looked around once more his eyes fell on a trail that he seemed to remember. If they walked a little further he knew they could find some shelter, without busting someone's private home.
He turned his gaze back to her and nodded again. ''I know some place, follow me, if you will,'' his dark, raw voice was one that could sound quite grumpy, or dark; especially when he had to shout through a storm, but he always tried to sound gentle. Or friendly, or something that came even a little close to that. He wasn't that social, nor was he good at playing the good guy either. He was rather alone, but now that he had stumbled upon this little -from what he could see- obsidian coated thing, he couldn't leave her alone out here. He turned on his heels - not waiting for a reply, he just expected she would follow him, since she'd asked for shelter herself.
Had he been standing with his back towards the rain and wind just mere seconds ago, now all the stuff was blowing right in his face. He snorted, annoyed, and than continued on his way. He pulled his thick hooves right out of the mud, to plant them down a step further. He could only hope that with him walking up front, he would catch a little more rain and wind, so that she wouldn't get the full load.
It wasn't very far away - he traveled down the trail, passed a few trees that were clenched together on the foot of the hill, before he traveled down that same hill again and they stumbled upon a small, wooden cabin. It was a rune, really - the wood was terribly bad and the roof had a leakage here and there, he knew, but no one lived there anymore, so it was the very best thing he could think of out of the blue. Just before the door he paused his steps, pulling the door open with his telekineses and, as the gentlemen he was supposed to be, gave her first entrance.
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Post by krikuri on Jun 26, 2016 12:05:10 GMT -6
Skata || War-Forged Valkyrie
The mare nodded her head, not really sure what the stallion said, as his voice was lost in the vicious storm. However, she gueessed that he probably said something about a shelter, and began to follow him anyway. She trudged through the storm, inclining her head as the rain and wind blew straight towards them. It felt as if the wind was trying to beat the hell out of them, and as if she dipped her head straight into the ocean with all of the rain that clogged her nostrils. Giving an irritated snort, which was useless in trying to get the rain out, she looked ahead, narrowing her icey eyes at the figure in front of her. She was happy that he was the one walking in front of her. I mean after all, he can't be that bad. He's more of a gentleman than some of the other stallions that she stumbled upon.
After what felt like an eternity of trudging through this god awful storm, he finally came to a halt in front of a small, wooden cabin and opened the door for her. She murmured a thank you and dipped her head towards the stallion before entering. Upon entering the shelter, Skata, who stepped a little always from the stallion so she wouldn't get him more wet (if that was even possible), gracefully shook out her sodden coat, enjoying the fact that the wind was no longer beating against them and the rain was no longer pounding them.
After she shook her obsidian coat out, she peered around the cabin. Sure, there were a few leaks here and there, and the wood wasn't that great, but she was greatful for the fact that he took her here instead of just ignoring her. Very gentlemen like. She turned her head to look at the stallion. He was a pale stallion with spotted hindquarters with dreadlocks. He had a muscular frame, and his eys were a deep, rich amber. She was intrigued by his appearance, and quickly noticing she was staring, blinked and shifted her focus on the cabin instead.
"Thank you for bringing me here." Her voice was kind when she spoke, yet her eyes were somewhat firey. As she was still irritated that her hooves and fetlocks were drowned in mud and that she was still soaked from the storm. However, she still held herself with elegance, and even though she was a warrior, she really was a lady at heart.
Word Count: 420
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 29, 2016 4:46:23 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
The heavy rainfall on his back irritated him like it tickled his spine, but he was in no state to care about it. He was already drained to the bone, so why would he care about a little more rain?
His amber eyes followed the dark mare as she entered the small cabin. He noticed the way she dipped her head for him, and a tiny smile tucked up the right corner of his lips. He could see her speak, but he could only guess what words had escaped her mouth. Probably a thank you - or something of that sort. She was at least raised well, he could see. As her sillhouette dissapeared in the doorway, he set his muscles into movement and followed her inside to finally release his back from the heavy rainfall and give it a rest.
He loudly snorted to for once get the drops of rain out and away from his nose. He shook his neck solely, his thick braids lifted for a second before they hung down messy again. He was never one to really care for his hair - it usually just hang all sides down, or tucked away in the clip with the bird's skull so it wouldn't hang in the way during his work.
''You're welcome.'' He gave her a short nod of his head, as response to her thank you. ''I couldn't leave a lady like you alone in the storm, y'know,'' his raw voice at least tried to sound friendly. He might look like a big brute, he was no were near the stallions that raided Onea's lands. He was called a grumpy man, and he surely was diplomatic one, but he was a gentlemen too, when he tried to.
''If I may ask,'' he continued, trying to be polite, but his curiosity won over, ''what were you doing out there anyway, at such a late, dark hour?'' He raised a brow at his question. The rain still dripped from his coat, creating a puddle beneath his heavy body. But he couldn't care less; he was already content about the fact it wasn't raining down on him anymore. The heavy pit-patting of the rain on the roof reminded them of the storm that brew outside, just like the wind howling from the sides of the cabin. The light was dim inside, but it was enough to take a look around. His amber eyes observed this dark stranger in front of him. She wasn't as small as he had thought at first sight. The gap beneath their heights wasn't as big as he'd estimated; it was her slim figure that made her seem tiny. He smiled before looking away again - he didn't want to be staring at her, that would be inappropriate, he figured.
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Post by krikuri on Jun 29, 2016 5:37:22 GMT -6
Skata || War-Forged Valkyrie
The mare shook her neck gracefully, her mane still soaked from the storm that was brewing outside. It still clung to her coat and was dripping down onto the wooden floor, forming a small puddle by her hooves. She snorted slightly, finally relieved by the fact that the water came out of her nostrils at last. The pitter-patting of the rain on the roof was somewhat soothing, but if one would step outside, they would find themselves in a ferocious storm with howling wind and sheets of heavy rain pouring down.
She just nodded when he replied. She was going to say 'what a gentleman,' but thought against at the last moment, her mouth slightly parted. She could tell that he was raised well, and a slight smile crawled across her muzzle as she turned her gaze back on the stallion.
The obsidian mare's ears perked slightly at his question. "I decided to go and visit my mother, who lives on the very edge of Skeldr Town. However, it seems as if the Gods and weather had different plans though." She paused for a moment, listening to a large crack of thunder that split through the inky night. She was trying to make her tone polite, but at the end a small, irritated sigh came through, which was directed not at the stallion, but at the weather. Oh well, at least I'm not stuck out lost in the storm anymore.
A question was sitting on the tip of her tongue as she observed the stallion with curious, ice-blue eyes. "May I ask why you were out a such a late hour?" Her tail flicked calmly behind her, showering little droplets of water onto the cabin floor. By now, a large puddle of water was formed beneath her - in result of her sodden coat and soaking mane. However, she was used to it my now and simply trried to ignored it, focusing on the stallion and on the small cabin instead.
Through the small cracks in the shelter, Skata could see a strip of lighting shoot across the sky, followed by another loud crack of thunder. A slight shiver ran down her spine, and she was very content with the fact that she was no longer out in that awful storm and that he brought her here. Who was he, anyway? Her curiosity got the best of her, and she just had to ask another question. "May I also ask," She paused for a moment before continuing, "what is your name?" Her head was titled slightly as her bright eyes scanned the figure, silently trying to figure out what his profession was. He was a tall, muscular stallion, so hmm..a Raider? No, I haven't seen him before...Finally she gave up and just decided that either he would have to tell her, or she would have to ask him.
Word Count: 484
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Post by fediarwoods on Jul 1, 2016 9:28:23 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
He still knew the first time he had stumbled upon the cabin over fifteen years ago. There still lived an old lady in it back than, who had passed away years ago. He was just a kid who sought shelter for a passing cloud of rain and the old lady had asked him in so he could dry by the old fireplace and warm up. They'd talked a little and ever since he would visit her when he passed her cabin on his way to his differing workplace. He'd been sad when she died all so suddenly years ago, but he knew her time had come and Kaia had taken her into sanctuary.
The old cabin hadn't been in a good state back than and ever since the death of the lady had left the cabin abandoned it had grown even worse. Holes and crackles in the wood, leaks in the roof - not to mention of all the furniture that had been replaced for other purposes. The cabin was not needed anymore by anyone; it had lost it's purpose, thus it was left to rot in the cold.
His eyes wandered back to the slim black mare, two ice blue eyes watching back at him. Those sure were interesting, just like the slightly fading white on the tips of her coat. She was an appealing lady, probably not older than somewhere in her twenties. But that was just a guess, and he had been wrong before.
Right after she seemed to finish her sentence a loud crack of thunder flashed through, a few stripes of lightning drawing over the wooden walls of the cabin for just a few seconds. He smiled at her words. ''It sure seems as if the Gods play with us, sometimes,'' he said, just before another rumbling from the sky interrupted the pit-patting of the rain on the roof. The weather was really violent out there - usually the storms were calmer. They knew heavy rain, or heavy snowfall, but this was a combination of all of it and sure seemed to last long. He flicked his wet tail, trying to make it less heavy by loosening some of the water. It didn't help much, though.
''Sure,'' he nodded his head. ''I was working in the mountains - one of the structures up there needed repairs, when the storm caught me off guard. I was on my way home when I walked into you,'' his amber eyes crossed with her ice blue ones for a few seconds, before he gazed to the wooden walls. You could see the cabin had not seen life in years, it was weatherbeaten from all sides, and had not seen repairs in years.
''My name is Southpaw, nice to meet ya,'' he grinned at the last of his words. ''All though I've seen better circumstances to meet new people,'' he joked as he again shook his neck, irritated by the drops of water making way through his coat. It tickled, something he really hated. ''You could have chosen a better night to visit your mother. I can only hope it wasn't urgrent?'' his heavy voice sure was raw, but it was kind too. He might have a grumpy attitude, he sure had a big heart hiding under his thick skin.
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Post by krikuri on Jul 1, 2016 12:21:50 GMT -6
Skata || War-Forged Valkyrie
It must have been ages since the small cabin saw any life. The mare's gaze landed on the wooden walls of the cabin, eyeing the holes in the vintage wood and the leaks in the roof. In fact, a few large droplets of water fell upon her sleek coat - as she just noticed that she was standing beneath a small leak. Glancing up, she took a couple of steps to the left, making sure that there were no other leaks above her this time. Giving a small shake of her mane and coat, her eyes crossed the stallion's amber ones.
She nodded her head as he replied, noticing the appealing muscles that rippled beneath his pelt as he shook his neck. Skata mentally gave herself a little kick for thinking like that. She was a lady, so she must act and think like one. The stallion looked as if he was in his late twenties, but she was never good at trying to read others anyway, so she could be wrong.
Ah, so he must be a merchant if he was working on a structure? She turned her gaze away from the stallion once more, glancing at the furniure - that was in a somewhat better condition than the wood - which decorated the interior of the cabin. "You as well, Southpaw, my name is Skata." His name had a nice ring to it as she said it out loud, her voice kind as she spoke. "It was very kind of you to lead me here." She said genuinely, offering a small smile and shifting her still muddy hooves slightly.
"I guess you can leave it to me to choose the best nights to travel." The mare joked, giving a small wink towards the stallion. She paused for a moment before answering. No, it - thank the gods - wasn't urgent. I was just going to pay my mother a small visit. I haven't seen her in a while, oh! I do hope her garden won't be wrecked from the storm though..." She trailed off, thinking of her mother's large hobby garden that she helped tend to when she was younger. "I apologize for rambling on. What about yourself? I hope the storm didn't destroy all of that hard work you did on the structure." She grinned, giving a small flick of her water clogged tail.
Southpaw was a charming stallion, both personality wise and appearance wise. His dreadlocks were fascinating, not to mention his rich, amber eyes. Skata's glossy mane was beginning to dry, though little droplets of water still splattered onto the wooden floor every time she moved. At least it wasn't as plastered to her face and neck as it was before.
Word Count: 450
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