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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2016 17:55:24 GMT -6
This Trap Has Teeth!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2016 17:57:11 GMT -6
The day had started off slow. The sun was taking its time to ride, casting an eerie glow throughout the trees around Darkwater Swamp. A soft breeze kicked up the rotten smell from the musky water. Ungodly types of fish slapped at the swamp’s surface as they brought themselves from the deep to snack on trapped bugs other prey at the surface. While most might think of this place as vile and even dangerous, there was no better home than this to the young dunskin unicorn mare.
Her cloven hooves squished into the murky water, mud seeping between the gaps in her hooves and clinging to her long feathering. Only a year or so ago, the mare would never dream of even looking at mud such as this; but her time living as an esteemed noble of Aodh was long since forgotten. Now, she was nothing but a filly who liked to roll in the mud. Her soft, dark muzzle dipped down the dark water’s surface, her whiskers sending small rippled across the cool water. She flung her head up and jumped back slightly, splashing mud against her legs when a fish tried to jump up and take a bite of her nose. “Naughty fish!” She giggled, scrunching her nose as she watched it dissapear back under the murky water.Silence fell over the mare, nothing but the soft sound of splashing fish and her long tail flicking at the water could be heard. Her ears stayed on a swivel, her lips relaxing into a soft pout as she glanced back toward her home, only a few paces into the trees. Her plants surely would be needing her soon, as she hadnt fed them in quite a few days. With a sigh, she turned her scared head to the peeking sun, closing her orange eyes against the morning light.Yes, playtime was over.
Carefully, she plucked her hooves from the mud and trudged away from the shore, stopping once she was far enough away to give her tail a quick flick. Bugs circled her ears and tried to climb up her nose, causing her to snort and shake her head violently as she ventured on back to her hidden tree house. These nasty gnats.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jun 29, 2016 20:01:14 GMT -6
Fletcher | Vagabond Cultist
On a good day Fletcher wouldn't be caught anywhere near this accursed swamp, so with him sloshing through the stale water it was very likely a bad day. No, that wouldn't even begin to cover what he had been through. It was an absolutely horrid day! The wrong equines had caught sight of him, quite a statement coming from a follower of the chaotic Digend, and despite Fletcher's absolute best behavior, the group of four had been looking for trouble. Why they chose him he could only ponder, but he supposed it was jealousy. They had been an ugly bunch! Whatever their reasons, whatever their drive, Fletcher had to hightail it to avoid a sound beating and when hours later he was still being hounded, he made the somewhat doubtful decision to flee into Darkwater Swamp. He quickly concluded that none of the four brutes had followed, which awarded him a moment of triumph, before he nearly lost a leg to the snapping jaws of an alligator. Fletcher managed to avoid any further near-death experiences with the large reptiles, and once his racing heart had calmed down, he began to ponder his next move. If he made it back the way he had come, chances were high that he'd run into the scraggly gang again. Exhausted as he was, that really wasn't an option. So he turned to stare at the swamp that stretched as far as he could see, still water covered in green vegetation and gnarly trees dotting the fake grassy landscape. With an arrogant snort and a flick of his long tail he set off, carefully though, keeping his eyes with him and moving slowly as night fell. Come early morning, the greying stallion was caked in mud. He'd slipped and fallen more times than he cared to count and felt absolutely filthy. He'd managed to tie up his long tail and mane with some willow bark, making it slightly easier to move. Mosquitoes and bugs he could never name were driving him mad, mad enough to hear voices! No. Fletcher froze, twisting his ears. There was definitely a voice carried on the sluggish wind, a mare's voice no less. He turned to follow the lure of the voice, curious and hopeful that it would lead him out of the damned swamp.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 11:55:36 GMT -6
The mare found herself getting close to her home, but the breeze brought a scent she did not recognize. Her heart lept in her throat as slight panic set through her. Another Vagabond? Or maybe a Chevalier? In her swamp?? Freezing in her steps, she glanced behind her with flared nostrils, sucking in deep breaths in attempt to find the source of the scent. The sound of approaching hoof steps sent her jumping into the nearest bush.
Her head dipped down and breath held in her throat as a larger form crossed the clearing before her. Her bi colored eyes scanned the handsome stallion before her; his thick hair tied up with bits of bark and stunning paint markings splashed against a grey coat. Her eyes sparkled as she examined his icy gaze. He was older than her.. much older.. and he seemed.. lost?
Quietly, the mare slipped out from behind her bush, her long tail flicking nervously behind her as she crept up behind the stallion before her. Foliage from the bush clung to her antlers, a small bit of its branch hanging across her deer skull mask.
“Uhm..” The mare started, eyes wide as she gazed up at the stallion before her, taking a step back in case she were to frighten him. “What are you doing in my swamp? I hope you dont mine me asking, but.. i dont get a lot of visitors..” Her tone was purely innocent, her voice even wavering a bit in order to make her seem that much less intimidating. A soft smile crossed her dark lips, her head low and ears to the side.
She examined him quietly, her tail curling around her slender legs. She was to act innocent, young, safe, until she could figure this older stallion out. As far as she knew, he could be here to capture her. To kill her. To wreck havoc in her swamp. Her tongue ran quickly across her lips as she ran her eyes across his form.
She simply could not allow that.
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