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I Tell Myself That You Can Be Replaced [Private] Jul 13, 2016 19:13:16 GMT -6

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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 13, 2016 19:13:16 GMT -6

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Ryder & Syria
Setting: The night is young and the taverns in Osulas begin to fill a bit here and there. The temperature begins to drop in the desert and it seems the best way to stay warm is with a drink or too.

Syria
Ambassador || Serora

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she traveled to the city, it wasnt uncommon for her to not long for this city anymore. Where ever crowd she saw, she was stricken with pain, and fear, fear of seeing his face. By all rights she should be over it, she should have dealt with the damages from the aftermath. Yet somethings can't be healed so quickly, even after a few years. Syria had her whole planned, she was to be wedded and their future in Aodh could begin, since at the time she was going to be an Ambassador there, and he would be her body guard. It was a dream, but not all dreams came true. Syria's ears flickered back, gulping a bit trying to swallow the hard facts she couldnt hid from him completely.

Yet today she would, she tossed her head, shaking her mane as she made a quick trot to bar, maybe a drink could help clear her mind, let her find why she infact did love the city, before some stallion came in and wrecked it. As soon as she was in, it was a different world. Music beamed and equine laughed and drank at their own tables. Syria smiled a bit, yes this was what she needed. Trotting up to the bar, she ordered a shot and tall ale. Something to get her feeling quick, and another to keep her that way. With the shot down the hatchet and the ale her chaser. She sighed with content as she watched the entertainers of the bar, bopping her head along with the music and laughed along with them all. Suddenly, Osulas didnt feel so unwelcoming.

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I Tell Myself That You Can Be Replaced [Private] Sept 13, 2016 15:37:46 GMT -6

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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Sept 13, 2016 15:37:46 GMT -6

Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse

It wasn't long after his friend, Ra, had left the comforts (or at least what used to be the comforts) of his home after comforting him with the lose of his wife that he had hired a babysitter to watch over his son, Leif, so that he could go out and get some air. Ryder hadn't been sure what he wanted to do with his time alone, and he wandered the darkening deserts of the Zuiseset aimlessly as the sun crept down on the horizon. Maybe his subconscious would carry him in whatever direction it wished to go.

He was still a mess after spending an entire month searching every inch of Sedo for her, and his mind was constantly flicking back to memories of them together and trying to piece together why she had left him and their child alone without even leaving a simple letter. It seemed to constantly bother him despite his numerous attempts to distract himself. Nothing seemed to work in helping to mend his broken heart and scrambled mind.

His mind drifted away for what felt like only minutes, but when his attention finally returned to the present, the hippocampus found himself in Osulas. The city was bustling with horses going about their business now that the sun was down, and he could hear music pouring out of doors and windows of the bars that were starting to come to life as night descended on them. Ryder wasn't much of a drinker. He didn't really enjoy the feeling of not having control over his own mind and body, but maybe a little bit of a buzz was just what he needed.

Ryder avoided the crowds, not wanting to see anyone he might know, and dove for the first open door. Cheery music poured into his ears as he looked around at the bar that he had entered. It wasn't fancy by any means, but it had a warm, homey feeling to it that was accompanied by the hard scent of alcohol. The Medicine-Horse hesitantly sat at the bar, unsure of exactly what to do, but when the bartender came around for his order, he spoke quietly, "Ummmm.... something strong. Whatever you suggest would be great." The bartender nodded, pouring him a small glass of liquor before moving onto the next horse down the bar. He took a quick swig, swallowing the entirety of the burning liquid in one go before setting his glass down on the bar to be filled again.

His blue eyes wandered over the horses sitting at the bar near him, trying his hardest not to make awkward eye contact with any of them. His eyes glanced over to a speckled mare not too far away with obvious discomfort creating creases on her features, and he felt a pang of sympathy for her and wondered what reason brought her to this place. She seemed much younger than himself, and he prayed that heartbreak hadn't already disrupted the happiness in her life. As the bartender came to replenish his drink, Ryder offered her a small smile, raising his glass slightly before lifting it to his lips.

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I Tell Myself That You Can Be Replaced [Private] Oct 31, 2016 9:57:29 GMT -6

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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 31, 2016 9:57:29 GMT -6

Syria
Ambassador || Serora

A cool draft entered the bar from someone new entering and Syria at first wanted to not look, to not see who it was for her skin seemed to crawl and itch as if afraid she would see his face, she didnt want to see him, not now not ever honestly. It killed her mood for a moment, made her frown and want to hide inside herself. Syria loved this city, loved the folks and now, she felt a bit like an outsider as if none of this was ever hers to begin with. Yet the figure who entered seemed to not be to far from her, and closed her eyes for a moment and when she heard him speak, she prayed a thanks that it indeed was not him. Eyes glanced over as she looked to see how was nto far from her. A stallion, spotted and clearly a hippocampus.

Syria almost flustered up as she saw him smile at her and she had a feleing she had been caught staring far to long at him, Surely he was a bit creeped out or was hoping he'd catch her and she'd stop. But yet his smile was different, it was soft and it was gentle, but that was what she was feeling and she had a sense of others emotions a blessing, that now seemed more like a curse. Though she returned the smile and dipped her head to him. "Another drink." she remarked to the barkeep. As another large ale was placed before and she took a swig. "So what brings you here?" she remarked eyeing him curiously, trying her best to smile a bit, but she was nervous and curious. A deadly combination when drinking. When alcohol becomes liquid courage her mouth at times would not stop. Syria shook her head, dang she was only on her second drink and she was already forgetting her manners. "I'm Syria by the way." she spoke out to him.

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Notes || I had no idea this was ever replied to omg, I am so sorry I was shuffling through all my rps everywhere and saw this and Im like omg ;A;/

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