Post by jodifarrow22 on Jul 7, 2016 4:11:06 GMT -6
Balthazar & Zireael
Jodifarrow22 & Themoonphase
Set in Spring of 1700
Plot: Balthazar runs into an unsuspecting Zireael, and before he can sneak past her to avoid any social contact, she engages him in conversation and the two end up making a rather... secret arrangement that can benefit them both.
Jodifarrow22 & Themoonphase
Set in Spring of 1700
Plot: Balthazar runs into an unsuspecting Zireael, and before he can sneak past her to avoid any social contact, she engages him in conversation and the two end up making a rather... secret arrangement that can benefit them both.
BALTHAZAR | RAIDER
A pleasant surprise, it was, to look toward the sky and not have his beard blown off or his nostrils frozen by the harsh, icy winds that usually circulated around the glorious, towering mountain. Balthazar was used to the weather that Mount Skeldr provided, and it wouldn't have really bothered him if there had been an avalanche looming over his head, but there wasn't, and that was unusual. Spring was upon him, and he welcomed it with open arms. As long as the sun didn't target his thick coat too much, he would get along with the season just fine. He trudged along the sheer path, harness rattling with various scraps and metals that he'd picked up from the villages at the base of the mountain, in the valley where the snow had already begun to melt. It had been a successful day, and Balthazar was feeling... light. That was probably the best way to put it. Usually he felt heavy, like his life was dragging behind him and there was an immense amount of pressure pushing down on his shoulders. But today, there was no pressure, there was no dragging.
Without noticing, a figure a few hundred meters away had moved into view, facing him, watching him. He stopped abruptly, turning his head slowly to see who it was. A mare, by the looks of it. Draft, but not on the very heavy side. She was silver in color, but thus far he didn't recognize her. He spent most of his time on the mountain. Alone. So whenever he did see company, it was usually the first of them. Whenever someone ventured up here without knowing that a hefty, large and dangerous grump inhabited many homes across the rocky land, they were often left regretting their journey, because Balthazar didn't like company. If the stranger left him alone, or had something that benefited him, he'd be easier on them, perhaps treating them with stoic kindness- instead of just detached politeness. But if they didn't 'meet the requirements', he was quick to either escape into one of his settlements or scare them out of view completely. Honestly, he couldn't wait to see what this mare wanted, as it seemed she was interested in something he had to offer. Whatever it was, he didn't know, and he didn't much care. 'If she wants me, she'll follow me. Otherwise, I'm bloody out of here.' He thought, picking up his pace as he moved passed her, turning his head away from her somewhat to maybe entice her to leave.
WC: 474
A pleasant surprise, it was, to look toward the sky and not have his beard blown off or his nostrils frozen by the harsh, icy winds that usually circulated around the glorious, towering mountain. Balthazar was used to the weather that Mount Skeldr provided, and it wouldn't have really bothered him if there had been an avalanche looming over his head, but there wasn't, and that was unusual. Spring was upon him, and he welcomed it with open arms. As long as the sun didn't target his thick coat too much, he would get along with the season just fine. He trudged along the sheer path, harness rattling with various scraps and metals that he'd picked up from the villages at the base of the mountain, in the valley where the snow had already begun to melt. It had been a successful day, and Balthazar was feeling... light. That was probably the best way to put it. Usually he felt heavy, like his life was dragging behind him and there was an immense amount of pressure pushing down on his shoulders. But today, there was no pressure, there was no dragging.
Without noticing, a figure a few hundred meters away had moved into view, facing him, watching him. He stopped abruptly, turning his head slowly to see who it was. A mare, by the looks of it. Draft, but not on the very heavy side. She was silver in color, but thus far he didn't recognize her. He spent most of his time on the mountain. Alone. So whenever he did see company, it was usually the first of them. Whenever someone ventured up here without knowing that a hefty, large and dangerous grump inhabited many homes across the rocky land, they were often left regretting their journey, because Balthazar didn't like company. If the stranger left him alone, or had something that benefited him, he'd be easier on them, perhaps treating them with stoic kindness- instead of just detached politeness. But if they didn't 'meet the requirements', he was quick to either escape into one of his settlements or scare them out of view completely. Honestly, he couldn't wait to see what this mare wanted, as it seemed she was interested in something he had to offer. Whatever it was, he didn't know, and he didn't much care. 'If she wants me, she'll follow me. Otherwise, I'm bloody out of here.' He thought, picking up his pace as he moved passed her, turning his head away from her somewhat to maybe entice her to leave.
WC: 474
