Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 9:34:39 GMT -6
Muiris waited patiently for a response, and as time went on, he assumed they hadnt heard him. His bundled up tail swished calmly behind him, his ears twitching at all the little sounds that surround him: the soft flow of the river at his hooves, some late pebbles bouncing down the side of the ravine, the sound of the breeze echoing between the two walls of Earth that towered over him. The cold water below him had long since numbed the bottom half of his legs, giving him relief from the straining pain the intricate climbing had caused him. Giving a glance around, he noticed that he had been left on this his side of the rubble, the other members of the group distracted by the fallen colt.
His hooves sloshed through the chilling water as he turned around, his ears pricked forward and amber eyes scanning the path before him. As much as he wanted to offer the use of his blessing to get the others up the other side of the mountain, he was worried the tremors from moving the Earth would cause yet another avalanche. So far, the group had dealt with two.. three seemed to be a little excessive. Muiris considered himself to be a two-avalanche kinda guy.
With a sigh, he turned to call out to the rest of the group once more, but paused when he heard a new voice. He ambled his way up to the rubble, pressing his ear against the fallen rocks. It didnt help him much, but he recognised the soft voice of the colt and assumed he was going to live. Not that he had been too worried. The kid was at an age where bouncing back from injuries was something they were good at.
He was about to turn to leave when he heard someone else scrambling over the rubble and coming up beside him. The stallion tipped his head as the chestnut spoke, snorting at his attempt at humor. It wasnt that Muiris didnt appreciate it, he just didnt have the energy to go along with it. The damn mountain had drained the raider’s patience.
“You’re a scout then?” He didnt remember this stallion’s name, but from the look of his build, he could only assume that he wasnt a Raider. Medic was another option, but he had left the injured colt. Scout seemed to be the best option. “I dont want to be down here too long, as traveling up the side of the ravine will be hell if we cant get to it before nightfall.” He paused, turning back to the rubble. “We’re headed down the river! If anyone wants to come along, now’s your chance.” He called, his voice a low rumble. He turned back to Liam and gave him a nod before starting on his way through the bottom of the ravine. He stayed in the calm river, welcoming the feel of the cool water against his hot pelt and the softness of the ground beneath it. His ears stayed on a swivel as he flicked into auto pilot.
Watch for movement.
Listen for strange sounds.
One hoof in front of the other.
Keep breathing.
His hooves sloshed through the chilling water as he turned around, his ears pricked forward and amber eyes scanning the path before him. As much as he wanted to offer the use of his blessing to get the others up the other side of the mountain, he was worried the tremors from moving the Earth would cause yet another avalanche. So far, the group had dealt with two.. three seemed to be a little excessive. Muiris considered himself to be a two-avalanche kinda guy.
With a sigh, he turned to call out to the rest of the group once more, but paused when he heard a new voice. He ambled his way up to the rubble, pressing his ear against the fallen rocks. It didnt help him much, but he recognised the soft voice of the colt and assumed he was going to live. Not that he had been too worried. The kid was at an age where bouncing back from injuries was something they were good at.
He was about to turn to leave when he heard someone else scrambling over the rubble and coming up beside him. The stallion tipped his head as the chestnut spoke, snorting at his attempt at humor. It wasnt that Muiris didnt appreciate it, he just didnt have the energy to go along with it. The damn mountain had drained the raider’s patience.
“You’re a scout then?” He didnt remember this stallion’s name, but from the look of his build, he could only assume that he wasnt a Raider. Medic was another option, but he had left the injured colt. Scout seemed to be the best option. “I dont want to be down here too long, as traveling up the side of the ravine will be hell if we cant get to it before nightfall.” He paused, turning back to the rubble. “We’re headed down the river! If anyone wants to come along, now’s your chance.” He called, his voice a low rumble. He turned back to Liam and gave him a nod before starting on his way through the bottom of the ravine. He stayed in the calm river, welcoming the feel of the cool water against his hot pelt and the softness of the ground beneath it. His ears stayed on a swivel as he flicked into auto pilot.
Watch for movement.
Listen for strange sounds.
One hoof in front of the other.
Keep breathing.
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