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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 5, 2016 15:24:54 GMT -6
The mood of the herd is bleak indeed; the compassionate, independent herd is much diminished by their reliance on others for food, and by the compromise in their ideals by participating in slave trade. Sensitive to this, the Sultan decides that he must find a better way for his people to live, and with a carefully selected group he sets out in search of something, anything. Alya’s domain is harsh, but the Serorans are suited to it unlike any other, and if they remain true to themselves, surely Alya will not turn her back on them.
Premise Journal// Located Here
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 201: New Hope
Leader: Osprey
Co-Leader: Ishmael
Participants: Savvy, Salvatore, Eyrin, Antonio, Jack, Basyl
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's posts. - Five posts is the minimum to earn the event AP/CS/FVR rewards. After you've posted five times, you receive 1 AP for every post after! - Your team is precious. Don't let anyone feel left behind! Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 6, 2016 2:33:34 GMT -6
Osprey | Sultan
As the months slowly dragged on, Osprey observed his herd and their reaction to the new deal he unwillingly made to save them. The decision tore him apart but something had to be done and he regretted it everyday, everyday a family was broken apart, everyday someone was taken from their home. While help in the form of food from the citizens of Eithne is appreciated, the sultan was rapidly losing his certainty that the benefit was worth the cost.
While the farmlands above Sirith from their neighbors of Briem have taken root and begun to yield crops, the small tracts of wild land produce only a meager amount necessary for the whole herd and vagabonds to survive off of. And the land is… well. It is not their land, though Osprey does not scorn the help. But the devout pegasus knows, deep in the shining center of his soul that resonates only with truth, that Alya has blessed their dry land and herd. Even when drought grips the land, when the plants wither before they’ve even left their seeds… it is their land, their gift from the sky mother Alya. Indeed, months past when all hope seemed lost, the Shaman Jack and a sturdy group had stumbled upon one of many meteor craters and found resources abundant, enough to keep the herd from starvation for many blessed weeks. Perhaps the god can bless them again and help them get back onto their hooves and cut the trade with the heathens in Aodh… if only they can find a way to stay true to themselves, to their herd.
Thus it was that Osprey carefully chose and assembled two large groups of Seroran citizens, one led by himself and the other by Aragon. The plan being that both groups will go in different directions in the search of more resources and hopefully viable ones at that. The sultan watched patiently as his group showed up for their evening departure into the zuiseset, he had previously said his goodbyes and well wishes to Abram, who would be watching after the herd and citizens residing in Osulas while he was away; he knew he could trust his mate to make the right decisions for them.
With his diverse group assembled, they wandered off into the clear and crisp evening sky with thousands of stars to light their way, as if the gods above looked down upon and blessed their journey.
WC: 395 (posting Dry-Oasis' post for her, have fun you guys!)
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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 6, 2016 7:12:34 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 1// Though Eithne is providing food and Sirith has offered a portion of land to farm, the Seroran people are a proud, resilient sort who loathe to rely on outside forces - especially when those forces force the herd to go against their morals. As such, the Sultan has rounded up a party of reliable horses to help him scour the wilds for new resources. |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 6, 2016 8:49:57 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
Eyrin stood staring at the stars as they waited for everyone to gather. They shone beautifully tonight and it made him feel a little more okay about traveling at night. Of course with the unrelenting heat, it had become a common thing, horses avoiding the warmth of the day and preferring to travel when the night brought a little bit of relief from that. He didn't like the night or rather didn't like the dark. He hoped the stars would stay and illuminate their path tonight. A small mew sounded from his saddlebags, announcing the fact that Kiki was awake. Obedient to her mewling, he opened one of the flaps and offered his nose for the small cat to climb on. She settled on top of his head, enjoying the high vantage point. As she purred Eyrin turned his attention towards the incoming horses, nodding to everyone politely before they set off.
For the second time they were off searching for something to sustain their herd with. Eyrin couldn't remember a time where circumstances were as harsh as now. Sure some times things were a little more difficult than other times, but it had never was so dire as now. Some amongst his family had dared whisper that it was Ignacio trying to scorch their land. Eyrin didn't know what to think. Sure fire was by far his favourite creation, but the stars were a beautiful thing and the fire god's creation as well. Not to mention he couldn't believe Ayla could not own Ignacio anytime, especially with Cascade to back her up.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Aug 6, 2016 11:29:42 GMT -6
Basyl | Fleet Foot
Basyl had never felt so conflicted before. The past few months had been one of the hardest periods in her life. Her mother had died and now her people were resorting to enslaving others to feed themselves. It was hard not to blame the Sultan for the position they were in, but they needed to eat or even more would die. The night was cold and quiet, and maybe today they could fix their dependency on other herds- could end the confliction of their morals. She had never been fond of the Aodh herd, the value they placed on other's lives was meager at best. They enslaved their own children when they wanted to. In Basyl's mind, she would prefer to have no interaction with them. But the drought didn't allow that, despite any animosity they held for them.
Osprey was waiting in the distance, she couldn't fathom how she got picked to venture out with the Sultan himself. She'd never officially met him before, she had seen him from a distance once or twice, but actually talking to him... Her ears pressed back and she steeled herself. Basyl was prepared, her bracers and saddlebags were on tight. She had brought Chai with her, but the monitor was nestled down between her shoulders, sapping her warmth. Basyl picked up her hooves as she approached the renowned leader of her herd. She bowed her head quickly as she approached, "Sultan.."
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 6, 2016 13:11:10 GMT -6
Jack had always been fond of the night, fond of the cool breeze that worked it's way across the land, through the trees and past ripple streams. It brought a feeling of calm to him, a feeling that maybe the world was peaceful and tomorow would be a glorious dawn. But tonight, this breeze was different. It was cool yes, but dry and harsh, not softened by slow waters and supple leaves. As it coursed along his body and through his hair, Jack slowly closed his eyes, head raised to the heavens. Silently he ushered a prayer to Alya, asking that she guide them in this time of need, to watch over the herd as they left and guide the souls who had already departed from these lands to a better place. The herd needed her now more than ever, but they couldn't want for forever.
With a sigh, Jack lowered his head and made his way down the steps, away from his home. He carried only his saddlepack which bumped against his leg as he moved, his ornimental carved horn necklace resting saftely above small shrine to Alya. He did not want to be weighed down during this trip, and the horns would only serve to get in the way. It wasn't long before he arrived the destined meeting place,others aleady gathered. He shared a respectful nod with Osprey as he passed, familiar with the Sultan. He shared a nod with the others as well, familia with both the stallion and mare. He was a solitary man, but did his best to interact with each member of the proud Serora herd. As Jack stopped to wait for the others, he bowed his head slightly once more, eyes closed as he offered another prayer to Alya. He hoped that the words and thoughts of her children would reach her ears.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 7, 2016 17:35:56 GMT -6
The red coloured Iron Hoof stood at his sultan's side, ears pressed to his skull and eyes lurking as his herdmates approached with his master's command. He knew the gist of the plan, but the thought that things may not go as planned made his stomach slowly sink. As the sun set and the moon rose for her shift, the stallion began to grow groggy, but he dared not let it show. The skies were clear, and though it was quite typical, the well lit path in which the moon provided was reassuring to Salvatore. Predators loved to wander the night and stalk their unsuspecting prey, but if they were to pounce, the unicorn stallion and his cougar companion would surely be prepared.
As more band members approached, Salvatore gave them an assured nod. In a situation like this, not only would he need to protect their Sultan, but his crew members as well, but no situation was too much for a couple of Serorans to handle. Tulum stayed herself on her master's back, one long limb draped over the side and her neck craned to keep her glowing yellow orbs on the horizon. The great thing about cats was that they had night vision, so anything Salvatore might miss in the dark, his feline friend would surely catch.
The stallion perked up slightly with the approach of the herd's Shaman. He was proud to have the herd's spiritual leader on board, for on his back he carried wisdom and the faith they may need.
"Good evening, my friends," the Iron Hoof spoke, low and clear.
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Aug 7, 2016 18:01:40 GMT -6
Antonio | Planter
Antonio walked across the sand towards the forming group, his body proving to be in less-than-perfect condition. His coat didn't have it's usual shine, and there was the slightest limp in his step, a lingering sign of a hairline fracture he had received on a trip to Osulas about a month ago. Despite this, he held his head high and offered a smile to the horses who had already arrived. His familiar, a fennec fox named Terra, was not so friendly. She clearly didn't appreciate being dragged along on an adventure in the middle of the night, and looked ready to snap at anyone who dared stray too close.
Ignoring her, Toni greeted the others with a slight nod of his head. It was his second journey into the desert, but this time, he didn't know what they were searching for. Despite being under the order to turn in any Vagabonds he came across, he found that he could not do such a thing. Instead, he had started spending more time by himself, attempting to limit any contact with outsiders. He wasn't one to go against the law, but if he didn't see the Wanderers, perhaps he wouldn't have to turn them in.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, he dropped his head in prayer, offering his words up to any god who might be listening. They needed all the help they could get..
"Good evening."
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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 10, 2016 6:13:42 GMT -6
Osprey | Sultan
Osprey lead his group south west with the hope that there may be something sustainable for the herd in or around the Valley of Melodies. The Niurros river banks had already been scavenged by multiple groups seeking the same but they only returned with bad news, yes there was food but not enough to live off and the ground would not support the amount farming required. Situations were getting dire and the valley was one of the places remaining that had not been throughly searched yet. A cool night breeze trickled through the gray stallion's feathers and toward the direction they were headed. He dipped his head slightly and prayed to the sky mother that she was right. Osprey decided that this trip he would bring Karay, his zesla along. Her sleek spotted body slinked behind his and her deep eyes stayed focused on him awaiting any commands. The group of equines and familiars began their descent down from Osulas, the terrain was a bit rocky and loose but such was the norm in the desert. "Watch your footing," the sultan spoke to those following. Though he knew they would watch their step regardless if he told them or not. Post 2 | 200 words |
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Post by grumpyhyena on Aug 11, 2016 10:11:59 GMT -6
Basyl | Fleet Foot
The dusty orange mare picked her way gingerly over the terrain. There were footholds galore and with one misstep they could easily break an ankle. She'd be useless to the trek then and there was a deep determination in the pit of her belly to find land that they could use. Land that would let them rid themselves of their dependency on Aodh. Chai was nestled deep between her shoulders, her pink tongue occasionally flickering out, tasting the air. Basyl wondered idly if maybe the big lizard could find what they were looking for.
Basyl slowed her pace, bringing up the rear. It made her feel more secure, being able to see everyone. It made her feel more in control of the whole situation. She watched her comrades as they picked their way carefully across the rocky turf. It was still hard to grasp the entirety of what brought them together. She cast her eyes up, to the stars. They had guided her more than once through the Sear. Had taken her up and down Sedo. She had once been told that if she got familiar enough with them, they'd whisper the future to her. She really wished they'd show it to her now.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 11, 2016 15:10:16 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
Eyrin was glad to see familiar faces arrive. He greeted Basil and Jack, who he had quested with once before. His ears perked as he saw Antonio also joined their party, moving to press his head against the other's in his family's traditional greeting. "Good to see you, cousin." He said, deciding to walk next to him as they descended from Osulas. He heeded their Sultan's words, carefully choosing how to set his hooves as small rocks rolled down beneath them. Careful as he tried to be, he still stumbled once or twice, recovering his footing every time. It just came natural to him, being clumsy. Due to the familiar faces, he was eerily reminded of last trip they made, scouting for resources. It had not gone down too well. Well, they had succeeded but not without getting battered up in the process. He shuddered reminded of the wounds the hungry dingos he inflicted. Pray to Alya and Cascade that everything would be fine this time around. They could really use a break right about now.
His eyes fell on Antonio and noticing his gait, his look switched from just Eyrin to that of a trained medicine horse. In a whisper as not to disturb anyone he questioned: "Are you not healing well? Mother told me she heard from grandmother you got hurt."
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 11, 2016 20:15:16 GMT -6
Raising his head, Jack let out a soft sigh, breathing and taking in the crisp night air. With a shake of his shoulders, he began to follow the Sultan as he moved, giving the pegasus space to walk, leading the pack. And so he walked along side Salvator, only a little familiar with the red stallion "Hello," he greeted softly, his lips curling slightly in his trade mark gentle smile. He had to be a gentle horse, working with those who needed his guidance to find themselves once again both in body and spirit. So he was used to speaking soft, his features smooth and gentle as he offered guidance and a shoulder to lean on.
Sure, he knew how to deal with patients, but talking with people outside his work was a whole separate thing. Fortunately, Iscah had been helping him with this, getting him to talk more and be a bit more fluent with conversations, but he was still shaky. So all Salvator was going to get was a hi unless he continued the conversation. His talking habits wasn't the only thing Iscah had been helping him with,he had actually gotten a hair gotten a hair cut per her suggestion as well. So now as he walked, long black strands hung loose instead of normally being tied back, away from his face. His hair was actually very similar to Salvators, albeit it much shorter and cut diagonally along the ends. Things felt different for Jack, different for the herd in general. He prayed that they would be able to save the herd.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 12, 2016 7:24:42 GMT -6
Salvatore ensured he remained close behind Osprey as the Sultain summoned their departure. It was bound to be a long one, and a hot one at that, but the Iron Hoof didn't mind. If he were honest, he'd say the heat was his favourite part about living in Sedo. Mind you, he did spend most of his time in the city, though he knew that there was so much more to be appreciated outside its walls.
Ironically, the unicorn had traveled over much of Hireath on missions for the Sultan, yet there was so much of his own homeland he had never seen, and the Valley of Melodies was one of them. He had heard much about it, from other warriors and the like but he would have to see it for himself in order to have a proper opinion about it. The name of the territory seemed welcoming in itself, and he hoped that its bounties would be plenty enough to bring reassurance to the herd.
As the night grew darker and the crickets grew louder, Salvatore prayed silently to Alya that their journey would go smoothly and undisturbed. But, he knew that the further south they traveled, the more dangers there would be. He worked hard to keep that thought at bay.
"Your Grace," he spoke softly, to avoid being heard by anyone other than his group. "How long do you figure this journey will take us?"
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Aug 14, 2016 10:51:43 GMT -6
Antonio dipped his head slightly, picking his way along the rocky terrain. His ears twitched as Eyrin joined his side, and the chimera stallion offered him a friendly smile. After touching heads with him, he spoke. "And you, Eyrin. How has your work been treating you lately?" His voice was quieter than usual, as it seemed no one in their party wanted to speak loudly. The sand shifted slightly under his hooves, and Antonio dropped his hind end lower to the ground as he slid forward a bit.
A soft smile graced his face again as his cousin inquired about his limp. "You needn't worry about me, I already have my siblings for that." He chuckled. "However, thank you for your concern. I am healing alright, although a bit slower than I'd like to. It's hard to stay still when there is so much that needs to be done. And with this drought, I haven't the time to be sitting around as what's left of my crops slowly dies." His demeanor grew sullen then, and he cast his eyes downward.
They jumped back up as the red stallion spoke. His ears pricked forward to listen for the Sultan's answer. In all honesty, he'd like to know how long they'd be going as well.
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Post by aAshleyB on Aug 17, 2016 17:53:17 GMT -6
Savvy | Iron Hoof
Savvy stood motionless a short distance behind the Sultan, Sal, and Eyrin, watching silently as the horses Osprey'd selected to join them arrived. Keeping his focus on the sounds and movements around the growing group, he took a long deep breath and allowed the sense of calm prodding at his withers to flow through his body. Embracing it with thanksgiving, he let out a quiet "Thank you" to Alya. There was soo much silent turmoil going on with the horses of the Seroran herd as of late that any invitation of peace or calm was welcome to Savvy.
As Osprey stepped on to lead the group forward, Savvy continued to stand there until almost everyone had begun moving. For hopes of a better vantage point, he stepped out to the left, a little off the path Osprey had chosen, and moved along a piece of land that was only slightly higher than the path the group was following on. Stopping only for a moment, he stole quick glances around, and absorbed as much information as he could gather from what he could see.
The small group was slowly but steadily moving past him, so he carefully picked up his feet and made his way back toward the group. He noticed the painted horse taking up the rear was rather small, and fought the inkling to take foot behind everyone; instead, he angled himself just so that he would end up around the middle of the group, being sure he was both close enough to Osprey to hear his silent words, and close enough to the rear that he could act quickly if need be.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 18, 2016 8:02:32 GMT -6
Osprey
Serora Sultan
Saffron eyes shifted to Salvatore, and softened to match the tenderness in his heart. The red stallion was his youngest Iron Hoof, but carried himself as a veteran, boasting all the zeal and tenacity inherit to determined young men. Osprey was fond of him, for there was much he saw in Salvatore that reminded him of himself, back when he'd been young and eager to prove something. Granted, the Sultan mused, I was certainly wilder."We've supplies to last us two weeks." He replied, and did not mind if his voice carried to the group at large. "Enough time to scour the Valley and make it back to the outpost. I won't lie to you: our chances of success are slim, but it is the only region of the Zuisuset that our search parties have not touched." As they reached the bottom of Osulas’ glimmering canyon, the Sultan turned to his charges. “My friends,” He began, for that was what his herdmates were: dear and beloved family. “We head for the Valley of Melodies. We will travel by the light of the Sky Mother’s moons, and make camp at daybreak. Once we have reached our destination, our priority is to scan the Valley for resources.” The Sultan swung his gaze to the southwest. Their journey would be long and trying, but no equine upon this world was more hardy and resilient than Alya’s people; This Osprey knew in the very fiber of his soul. With a quick prayer to their Mother above, the Sultan took the first step, and in his wake the desert-born horses followed.
It was two days before their party reached the Valley, and three more that they spent searching the golden expanse of her northeast. No resources were found, but starving predators came in dozens. Packs of wild dogs and dingos sought a desperate meal from their search party, either attempting to raid their supplies while the Serorans slept or attacking their numbers directly. Always they went for the familiars, either snapping for Terra’s bushy tail or trying to corner Chai. Even Tulum was targeted by a particularly brave maned wolf, who didn’t live long enough to learn from its mistakes. Thus far, no one among their band- horse or familiar alike- had been seriously injured, but they always felt watched, and the constant presence of eyes on their withers was growing troublesome. Things were bleak, but the tune of the wind rushing through the region’s rock formations kept the Sultan’s spirit from darkening. Alya was with them, as surely as the stars turned overhead. “The sun is coming.” Osprey called. It was their fifth day abroad, and third within the valley. With Ignacio turning the western sky pink, it was time to set the tents and rest. The Valley of Melodies was not the Sear, but it was still damnably hot during the day. [ Post 3 | WC: 492 ] [/div] |
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Post by dayzea on Aug 18, 2016 11:14:45 GMT -6
It was ironic that as the small group of Serorans were on the move, the sand-coloured cougar Tulum took it as an opportunity to lounge about, getting some sleep on Salvatore's warm back. However, when it came time to rest or recuperate, the feline was causing a ruckus, either pawing at Chai's lizard tail while she herself tried to snooze, or catching Terra off guard pouncing at her fluff. Unfortunately for the young female, her antics always ended with a sharp scold from Salvatore, and as she kept it up, the repercussion was that she was no longer allowed to sleep on any travel time, and she had to walk just like everyone else. The Iron Hoof could only hope that it would wear her out, and she would actually sleep when the time called for it, so everyone else could do the same.
When the group finally arrived in the valley, it was like a breath of fresh air, even though they didn't find many resources. Salvatore was proud enough to say he made the journey, and though they may be returning with all but hope, at least they had tried.
"The sun is coming," the stallion's Sultan called, and he pricked an ear toward the sound. With a glance toward the east, he closed his eyes and raised his chin; indeed, he had already begun to feel its warmth on his back, and with his herdmates he prepared to set up camp near the canyons under the shade of some trees. Of course Salvatore loved the sun, but having it beating down on him all day made him age faster, he found, so he assumed the canopy of trees would provide adequate shelter from the harsh desert rays.
With the company and help of his familiar, the unicorn stallion cleared a small spot in the center of the camp area for a fire pit. Typically one would wait until sunset to light a fire, but since his group was on the move during the night, there was no sense in the matter. So, once Salvatore had completed his setup. He called out to his friends, who were scattered around the site and finishing with their own setups. "Is anyone hungry? Because I don't know about anyone else but I'm famished." He understood that most of his group was probably quite tired after a long day, so he was willing to do the cooking while everyone else relaxed.
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Post by aAshleyB on Aug 19, 2016 1:45:11 GMT -6
Savvy | Iron Hoof
The time they were prepared to spend out in the open was time Savvy didn't want to waste; he was soo preoccupied scanning the landscape around them that it took him until the next day in their travels to notice that the only mare in their group was an old friend of his; or, at least, she used to be. The last time they saw each other didn't exactly end on friendly terms. A spike of the emotional turmoil he was in at the time made a familiar passing through his nerves as he glanced over her from afar, but he decided against a potential confrontation and returned his focus to the immediate task at hand.
They reached the valley the following day and, although Savvy was continuously weaving to the left and right sides of the group, hoping to catch something with his eye that perhaps the others missed, the land around them had proven to be barren of much anything other than predators and startled prey. He was no Perceptionist or Naturist, but he was hoping they'd at least find something other than an overabundance of rock and hard ground. Three days went by in the valley and, although he enjoyed the sight of the vibrantly flowered cacti littering the land, there was still nothing worthwhile that was discovered. At every camp, he scanned a large imaginary perimeter around the group while the others made up their tents and resting spots. He himself had only a small item meant to create temporary shade when there weren't trees or objects nearby to cast their own, though the act of actually sleeping escaped him every day. His expansive time awake proved useful in fending off predators hoping to snatch resources and a bite or two from the group's familiars. He got caught a couple of times by a claw or bite, but nothing drew blood; he laughed at himself for feeling bad about a dingo he sent yelping after he kicked him soo hard in the rib-cage that he felt it snap.
Osprey announced the dawn, and Savvy instinctively created a new perimeter around the group as they stopped. He noticed that a fog was beginning to form, something he came to expect in the Valley during early mornings over the last couple of days. It wouldn't bother him soo much if it didn't create a nagging feeling like the one you get when you know you're not alone, a feeling that seemed to grow and last with every passing day; however, with all his scanning and observing, nothing appeared troublesome. He was starting to wonder if he shouldn't worry the Sultan with such a seemingly trivial feeling; for all he knew, it was just the heat and insomnia playing tricks on him. He closed the circle around the group and returned just as Salvatore had seemed to finish making up a fire-pit. Savvy's belly could have jumped at the mention of food, but he respectfully nodded towards the red stallion and responded "If you have any to spare," implying that he insists on being the last one to eat, a habit he picked up from his father. Second-guessing his nerves, Savvy hesitated as he stepped towards his Sultan. Speaking quietly, not wanting to worry the others with his words, he calmly inquired, "Excuse me my grace, but does anything feel off to you? Other than the morning fog, I've seen nothing out of the ordinary. I am not familiar with this place, so please forgive me if my anxieties are unnecessary."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 19, 2016 16:03:08 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
Eyrin let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. I ought to worry about my family," he said, voice hushed and eyes crinkling with humour as he glanced at his cousin. Besides I'm a medicine horse, it's my job to make sure everyone is alright. He stretched his neck, sighing deeply and listened as his Sultan spoke up. His ears perked and he swallowed as he heard their destination. Pray to Ayla and Cascade we find what we need.
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Their trip had been fruitless so far. Five days of travel of which three spent searching, turning every rock and stone their was, and they had nothing to show for it. It could do quite the number on a horse's moral. Yet this was quite literally their last hope, the last place to look. They would not leave before they were absolutely sure there was indeed nothing to find. Still it was hard. They had been attacked more than a couple of time by starved creatures, luckily leaving them with nothing more than some bruises and scrapes, but their wounds were felt no less. He had Cascade's help on his side, her blessing helping him heal more quickly. He had thanked over and over for this. He kept a close eye on the others, wanting to make sure no mere scrap got infected and turned into something worse. Kiki had abandoned her post on the top of his head to hide in his bags almost all the time. The first group of dingos had really scared her. Eyrin himself felt mostly tired and he was relieved when their leader called for a stop. "Will we make camp here?" he asked, looking around.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 19, 2016 19:51:04 GMT -6
The stars had always held a special place in Jacl'sheart. As a child his mother used to tell stories of how the stars interacted with each other, chasing after the moon each night and laying down their heads once more as the great sun rose and shined down upon the land. She had told him that the stars were the souls of those who had passed, glittering in the dark sky. She had told Jack that even in his worst times he would never be alone, would never have to wonder if there was anyone watching out for him. And so Jack kept this notion in his thoughts as the group traveled under the twinkling lights, so close yet so far away. He thought about this as they searched the lands lying just before the Valley of melodies, the sound of chimes and long forgotten music already carried along the wind.
But as the moon slowly descended across the great sky and Ignacio's sun slowly crept up along the horizon, Jack ushered a prayer to all those twinkling stars, thanking them for watching over them as they travelled through Sedo. As Osprey stopped, Jack did as well, glancing at Salvator and Tulum as they went about clearing a spot for a firepit. His gaze shifted to the other iron hoof travelling with them, Savvy, as he bent his head low to the Sultan's, a frown pulling at the corner of Jack's mouth. He shook his head and turned his head to look up at the dawn sky, the melodic wind blowing through his hair and gently tugging at it. Closing his eyes, Jack stopped to listen to the melody momentarliy, ears pressed back slightly. It was calming and eerie at the same time, mixing in with the fog that seemed to slowly roll with the wind. Opening his eyes, Jack turned to the sultan once more before beginning to help Salvator gather twigs. He did not feel hungry, but knew he needed to keep his strenth and stamina up.
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Aug 19, 2016 20:05:44 GMT -6
As their journey had worn on, Antonio was surprised with how his leg was faring. From the constant thefts by predators to defending his familiar with hoof and tooth, it was holding up well. Perhaps it wouldn't be too long until he was good as new. He had a couple bruises and a couple of his muscles were sore, but he pushed on. His spirits were still high, even though they had yet to find something. He tried to offer encouraging smiles when he caught the other's eyes, but mostly kept to Eyrin and Terra.
Terra, she was...doing as well as she could. As of late, her ears were constantly flattened and she often bared her teeth and growled at the slightest of sounds. She couldn't be blamed, after nearly having her tail snatched off by a starved dingo. The fox either stuck close to Toni's hooves or barked 'up' at him until he picked her up and let her ride on his back. The demands became more frequent as she often found herself being tormented by Tulum, Salvatore's familiar.
Antonio wanted to collapse into a heap as soon as Osprey pulled them to a halt. It was tiring, travelling all night, and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and rest his legs for a bit. Ears perked at the sound of Salvatore's voice and his green eyes landed on the stallion's form. "I think it might do us well if we had a little something to eat. We could all use an energy boost." Toni said softly, pawing and using telekinesis to make a cool dip in the sand that he could rest in later.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Aug 20, 2016 6:48:52 GMT -6
Basyl | Fleet Foot
Chai was more agitated than the dusty mare had ever seen her. If it weren't some rogue animal dogging after her, it was Salvatore's cougar. The big lizard had even dared to tail slap the big cat when it had gotten too close one too many times. And because of that Basyl kept to the outskirts of the group, if only to keep her coldblooded friend more comfortable. Days and nights were quickly passing as the group marched on, there were a few moments where Basyl caught herself miserable and hopeless in their pursuit. The desert was no place to grow crops and so far the land they crossed was barren and covered in scattered rocks.
A new day was ushering in quickly and the temperature was rising considerably. As the group began to make camp for the day, Chai scuttled off of her back and began to eagerly hunt for any bugs or small mammals that may take advantage of the early morning. She kept an eye on the lizard as she listened to all the stallions as they made their plans. She made quick work of eyeing Savvy, she hadn't seen him in years. And she felt it was more than coincidence that the two of them ended up on the same team with the Sultan. Basyl didn't speak a word of it though, but hung close to Jack and Eyrin. She was familiar with them, if only for their mission months ago. The three had gone through quite an ordeal together, Basyl barring a few new scars because of the trip.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 21, 2016 21:15:00 GMT -6
As Savvy spoke, Osprey turned to regard the young Iron Hoof with a grave little frown. Indeed things did feel off. The Sultan had hoped it was nothing more than his own imagination, taking advantage of his stress and poor sleep. And while Savvy’s self-imposed insomnia had the Iron Hoof looking considerably worse for wear, Osprey knew better than to chalk it up to shared hysteria. An Iron Hoof was a horse of many talents, and not one of them lacked for keen perception. Yes, if Savvy thought something amiss, then it must be so. ”I feel it too, friend. Something feels wrong, but I can’t quite put my hoof on it…” His brow furrowed. ”Perhaps it’s the predators. They’ve been stalking us since we entered the Valley.”
His attention was drawn to Eyrin as the healer spoke, and to him Osprey dipped his head. “Aye, Eyrin. This area will serve us well enough for the day. Set your tent; you’ve more than earned the rest.” The Sultan’s glittering eyes swept across the entirety of their group, from Salvatore to the almost elusive Basyl. “You have all earned a good rest.”
He was proud of them, his Serorans. They were born unto the wind, denizens of the desert storm. They did not let the harshness of the land harden their hearts or quell their hope. Indeed, they thrived within the barbarity of nature, honing their bones into steel. Warmed by such musings, the Sultan felt a smile creep across his muzzle. It felt like an ancient gesture, one he hadn’t indulged in in several years. He could almost imagine the sound of his skin cracking.
“Antonio, I’ll help you pitch your tent.” He offered, noticing that the appaloosa seemed particularly worn. It made sense, given the young man’s rank. A planter was stationary by the very nature of their job description, and thus unaccustomed to long journeys. Osprey had been worried that both he and the equally desk-bound Shaman would have trouble with the constant travel, but of course both had proven him wrong, and kept pace as marvelously as any Fleet Foot. A Seroran was a Seroran, after all.
“Basyl,” He called, and at the same time his telekinesis plucked a strong, sturdy stick from the party’s supplies and thrust it into the ground, “take the first watch. Salvatore, second shift. I’ll take third.”
His eyes cut to Savvy, knowing. “I expect you to get some sleep, tonight.”
When all was said and done, each equine and familiar retired to their respective tents with a filled stomach and hopes for a fruitful tomorrow. “Sky Mother guard your dreams,” Osprey told them, and gave a nod to Basyl, entrusting the hardy mare to safeguard their sleeping hours. The Sultan settled in his tent, a meager shelter wedged between Eyrin and Jack, and quickly found his sleep. When he dreamed, it was of green farmland, vast skies, and the honey-brown color of Abram’s eyes.
An hour later, when the sun had just escaped the horizon, and the sky had shifted from velvet pink to brilliant gold, a stranger came upon their camp.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
The stranger had been shadowing their party for three days, keeping a measured distance between themselves and discovery. They had watched and listened, taking the shadows as vantage points, the sound of their hooves carefully masked by the melodies in the wind. The stranger was cautious. The stranger was curious. Most of all, the stranger was hopeful, hedging on elation.
And so it was on the third day he approached, when all but one horse had given in to dreams. He waited for her to be occupied, seizing on the moment that a maned wolf wandered too close to camp, and as the hungry predator was chased away the stranger took the opportunity to slither among the slumbering horses. He peered into each tent, the tentacles that dripped from his mane tugging at the unfamiliar cloth. Unicorn, horse, horse…
Ah. There he was. The pegasus who had brought them here, who led them through the Valley on a doomed mission. Osprey, wasn’t that what they had called him?
The stranger stepped close, studying the Sultan’s face. Yes, that was a face he recognized. Older, wearier, but somehow still the same. The stranger’s nostrils flared, and the tentacle that spilled from his forelock reached down, caressing the Sultan’s forehead.
Osprey awoke, and shouted.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Aug 21, 2016 21:33:16 GMT -6
Basyl | Fleet Foot
Basyl bowed her head to the Sultan at his request, "Of course," she added. Even though exhaustion had been gripping the quaint mare only moments ago, her new mission made nearly every muscle in her body vibrate with purpose. As she watched her comrades all pitch their tents and ready themselves, she made a note to remember the features of their surroundings. Every nook that could be used to hide, or sneak up on them. An hour later, all the stallions were bedded down and she made a track in the sand as she walked the perimeter of their camp. Chai kept pace with her, the lizard's keen sense of smell was appreciated and it had saved the mare more than once. Though as the day carried on, the monitor seemed more on edge. She swiveled around at nearly any sound or off smell. It left Basyl with frayed nerves, constantly expecting something to sneak up on her and her incapacitated companions.
The heat rose and as time crept on, sleep began to chase Basyl again. Eventually her pacing stopped and she stood, watching a single horizon. It wasn't nearly far enough in the day to wake Salvatore for the next shift, but the edges of her vision were going dark and her head bobbing pitifully. It was a sharp hiss that jerked her back into lucidity. Her head swiveled, looking for Chai, who had charged at a very white horse who had not been there a moment ago. The big lizard was puffed up, mouth open and making a guttural noise that Basyl had never heard from her before.
The mare jumped into action, her hooves clapped on stone and a war cry burst from her lungs as she joined Chai in her pursuit of the stranger, "Get back!" she warned, dogging after the intruder with sharp teeth and hooves aimed to maim.
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Post by aAshleyB on Aug 22, 2016 2:01:31 GMT -6
Savvy | Iron Hoof
Savvy studied his sultan's face as he reciprocated the stallions concerns. Nodding, he lifted his head and looked over the group as Osprey addressed them. His eyes briefly glanced in Basyl's direction as she was appointed to first watch, not wanting to make eye-contact with the mare he ashamedly knew deserved an explanation and apology. He returned his gaze to Osprey when he looked back upon him.
As exhausted as he was, he didn't know how he was going to find sleep now that he knew he wasn't the only one feeling uneasy, but he gratefully responded with a "Thank you."
In an attempt to make himself more relaxed, he made one more quick trot around the perimeter of the group he'd created earlier; finding nothing once more, he returned back and found a spot close-by the Sultan's tent. The space sported a pathetic-looking tree with soft dirt around it. Eager for sleep, he didn't bother casting the shade-slip he'd packed with him; he figured the tree would cast enough shade to be sufficient during the harshest time of day to keep from waking him. Standing, he relaxed his hindquarters, took a long deep breath, and dipped his head towards the ground. For the first few minutes, he danced between sleep and consciousness, instinctively searching for everyone with his eyes as they fluttered open every now and then.
Finally, sleep engulfed him, and soon he found himself opening his eyes; the sight of a deep star-filled sky, the breeze of gentle winds and the sound of dancing waves surrounded him. With an acute sense of calm, he picked up his head from the cool grass below. He looked around him and took in the unfamiliar sight. He couldn't see where the song of the ocean was coming from, only a distant expanse of tall grass surrounded by a multitude of trees. The smell of fresh pine mixed with the ocean filled his nostrils, encouraging him onto his feet. He shook and stretched, looking around him once more; seeing no path or opening in the trees, he looked up towards the night sky. Suddenly, he was falling upwards at an alarmingly fast pace. Air whooshed past him as he fell faster towards the deep; anxiety heightening, he gasped when his mother suddenly appeared, falling below him. Just as quickly as she appeared, she transformed into Osprey the moment their body crashed against the sky, sending waves and stars in every direction. He braced for impact, the deep engulfing him as fear piqued through every nerve.
His eyes shot open and he lurched backwards. He wasn't sure what woke him: the fear that'd baptized him or the shouting coming from Basyl and Osprey. Not a split-second later, he saw the white horse and leapt forward, ready to throw all his power into him in defense of his Sultan.
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Fun Fact! The nightmare Savvy experiences is reminiscent of the vision he had during his Ceremony of the Rising Wind. This nightmare happens to him often, especially in times of extreme physical, mental, or emotional stress or sorrow; however, there's always a twist that makes it different from the last.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 22, 2016 8:03:28 GMT -6
Munching away at his crispy roasted veggies, the Iron Hoof unicorn nodded accordingly as the Sultan assigned the night shifts. He was grateful for the second shift this particular evening; even a couple hours of sleep would help push back the drowsiness that had been haunting him the past five days... or years. This was the sort of thing that the lack of proper rest would do to you, and admittedly, thanks to insomnia, Salvatore was quite used to it.
And still, he stayed up long past everyone else before going to rest. There were excuses like needing to douse the fire pit properly, and that he just wasn't tired enough. Multiple times he offered to switch shifts with Basyl, and she only told him no, and that he needed all the sleep he could get. He did need to be awake in a few hours, after all, and being the only one awake meant he needed all the energy possible. So the stallion finally fessed up and turned into his tent, where Tulum was already long past asleep and into her third dream, most likely, because walking all damn day meant she couldn't get that beauty rest that apparently was a part of her partner contract that Salvatore seemed to have missed. The unicorn chuckled at the cat, who was spread eagle lying on her back, upper lips hanging down so all of her large teeth were visible. Thankfully, he thought to himself, she doesn't snore.
Finally laying down for some sleep, Salvatore removed his crossbow from his saddlebags and placed it directly in front of him, so if a stranger were to come into his tent they wouldn't see it, but it was there for quick access should he need it. Resting his head on the cool ground below, Salvatore closed his eyes and for once in his life he began to drift into sleep rather quickly.
But not quick enough.
A scream.
Osprey.
Thankfully, the Iron Hoof could say that he had never heard his Sultan scream like that, but somehow, when it did happen, he knew who it came from. Tulum had already bolted out of their small tent before Salvatore could even find his hooves. How lucky she was to be so small and nimble. With his crossbow in tow, the red stallion bolted after her and looked for what could possibly be causing the Sultan's horrors, and it didn't take long to locate the stark white, tentacle covered horse that was already half inside Osprey's tent.
Don't get too close, he reminded himself. Alya knows he could have a weapon on him. Tulum assumed position beside Salvatore and held herself ready in pounce mode, teeth bared and hissing like mad. Just as intimidating as Basyl's lizard Chia, who was puffed up nearly twice her size. Salvatore raised his crossbow and aimed it at the unknown horse's ass. "Remove yourself from that tent immediately if you know what's good for ya," he threatened, his voice a rumbling baritone that could be felt in the others' chests. "I don't want this day to start off bloody."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 22, 2016 16:06:50 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
Eyrin nodded, acknowledging his Sultan's word. "Yes, sir." And set off to work. He had to admit he had been nervous to travel in direct vincity of his leader, not wanting to risk looking like a fool in front of him. We was eager enough to prove his worth to their shaman Jack as was. But having spent a good while with him, his edginess had been smoothed over a bit. His suspicions had been proven right. Osprey was indeed a kind stallion and it warmed Eyrin's heart that such a warm soul stood at the head of their herd. He had little doubt he had made the deal with Aodh out of necessity and that this trip was meant not only to reinforce their supplies but also a way to break the immoral deal. The news of the agreement had come as hard news to him, more than one horse in his family being of Vagabond origin. They had quickly spread word, to his merchant uncle and his aunt who traveled with a entertainment caravan. They were to avoid Sedo at all costs. He shook his head, not wanting to think about what would happen if this mission of theirs didn't succeed. Instead he concentrated on making camp.
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They had eaten and he had done his best to awkwardly share a few words with the other horses in the group. Now Eyrin lay in his tent, already deep asleep.
Until a scream woke him.
He stumbled, trying to stand up while he was still half asleep, knocking his tent over in the process. Kiki started mewing in alarm, trying to struggle free as Eyrin tried to to make sense of what was happening. His eye soon fell on the all white stallion that stood near their leader, only a little bit removed from his own tent. With the most ungraceful movements in the history of horses springing into action, he hurried over and put himself into a defensive stance as he let the Iron hooves do their job. If they needed him, he'd help, even though he didn't consider himself much of a fighter. Ears pinned back, he tried to see if Osprey was alright. Who was this?
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Aug 22, 2016 17:58:09 GMT -6
Antonio was ever grateful for Osprey's help, and as soon as his stomach was filled, the stallion collapsed under the shelter of his tent. As he did, an immense weight drew upon him. The weight seemed to hold him down, and he allowed himself to succumb. He felt the tickle of Terra's fur on his underbelly, but paid no mind. His eyelids grew heavy, and within moments, he was gone.
It was a growl from Terra that disturbed his sleep.
It was the scream that broke through the walls of dreaming.
His eyes snapped open and his legs thrashed in a panicked motion as he struggled to push his invisible weight off of himself. There was shouting, that much he knew, but the words were muffled by his tent walls. Forcing himself up, the heaviness dropped away and he lunged from his tent, covered in sand. His breaths drew in sharp breath as the sun blinded him. White light faded away and vibrant green eyes fell upon a startling scene.
A white stallion (with strangely thick dread-locks) stood over Osprey. Surrounding the two like a pack of wolves was the Iron Hooves, ready to kill. Toni felt the pull to action, yet stopped still like a deer in bright lights. He was one of only two in his family who hadn't gone on to be warriors. He was trained in self defense, sure, but he mostly went after scavengers. This was different. It was different fighting another horse. He couldn't do that... but Osprey could be seriously injured right now. His skin prickled with apprehension. What to do?
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 22, 2016 20:24:45 GMT -6
With the rising sun and orders from the Sultan, Jack began to help set up. He gathered some firewood and aided the others in putting their tents up before setting up his own. It wasn't until food was cooking that Jack realised how hungry he really was. He took his share of the food prepared and ate peacefully, watching as the sky turned pink. When he had finished, he said his goodnights and crept into his tent. Lying down, he removed his decorated satchel from his withers and set it down, opening it and removing a stick of incense. Lighting it and bowing his head, Jack silently ushered a prayer to Alya and Kaia as well, asking that they led them to anything that could help the dying herd. With a sigh, Jack opened his eyes and gently blew out the ember. Making sure it was out, he set the sticks back in his bag and laid his head on the ground, blowing the hair out of his face.
It was awhile before Jack finally fell into sleep, his dreams soft and silent. But then someone was screaming and it all but gave Jack a heart attack, his eyes shooting open. Rushing to get up, he almost snapped the beaded necklace that wrapped around his leg, cutting himself with the edge of his hoof. Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Jack squinted and blinked rapidly to try and get his eyes to adjust, turning to see that someone new was standing in their camp with their head rather rudely stuck in Osprey's tent. Jack flicked his ears back as everyone seemed to shout at once, the noises to the right dampened. Licking his lips Jack tried to stay out of the way of the Iron hooves, his fighting skills basic and lacking.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 27, 2016 15:32:49 GMT -6
Many things seemed to happen at once. The Sultan shouted, and the stranger lurched backwards in shock, wide eyes swinging from Osprey’s scrambling form to the oncoming threat of Basyl and her hissing companion. He wasn’t quick enough to escape the mustang’s bite, though certainly he tried, spinning away from her bared teeth with a distinct lack of grace. He thought to escape, and perhaps he would have managed it had it not been for Salvatore’s crossbow. The sight of the glittering, loaded bolt frightened him, and in his terror, the stranger froze. It was enough time for Savvy’s charge to find him, and throw the outsider off his hooves.
The white horse hit the dirt with a grunt and a stir of dust.
“Wait,” He wheezed, unable to catch his breath. His very lungs seemed to work against him, seizing on the inhale. “Please wait..”
Osprey pulled himself to his hooves. Though the awakening had left him shaken, he approached the fallen horse with forward ears and a furrowed brow. He inclined his head to the Iron Hooves, a silent request to stand down- but certainly not lower their guard. “... Winds of the desert beneath your wings.” He greeted, frowning. “You aren’t recognized, friend. Who are you?”
“Ishmael.” The stranger breathed, his pale gaze flickering to each gathered face. “I’m Ishmael. I don’t-- I don’t mean you any harm.”
The Sultan inclined his head. “You gave us quite the scare.” He looked to his companions, assessing that none had been injured, though quite a few looked alarmed. And why wouldn’t they be? What a horrible way to get up.
“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.” Ishmael whispered. Slowly, he pushed himself to all fours, keeping his head low.
“You aren’t Seroran.” Osprey surmised, raising his eyebrows. “The accent… you’re from Sirith. A Breimen?”
“I don’t belong to any herd.” Ishmael replied quickly, his gaze cutting to the Iron Hooves.
The Sultan met Eyrin’s eyes, just briefly, and then looked back to the stranger. “A Breimen, then.”
“No, I-”
Osprey did not allow him to finish, and flourished his good wing towards the northwest. “Who should return to Sirith post-haste. The desert is no longer safe for wanderings.”
Ishmael lunged towards the Sultan, an act that saw both Iron Hooves react, buffeting the attempt with their own forms. The white stallion grunted, and shook his head violently, hooves dancing in a nervous fidgit. “No- I’ve been waiting for you, this whole time.”
“Me?” Osprey repeated, flummoxed.
“No. Yes. All of you.” The horse insisted, eyes bright with something like madness. “You’re meant to be here. I’m meant to be with you. The River of Time is set, it is fate. The gods have led us here."
The Sultan's expression changed to one of polite bewilderment, and he begun to wonder if this stranger had come across the Valley's hallucinogenic cacti. Had the poor bastard sipped water from one, and lost his mind here in the desert?
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