Post by taebun on Sept 12, 2016 0:50:54 GMT -6
.Gods, Forgive Me.
A private rp between kei-ren's Io and Darkest-Winters' Dante.
The Vagabond; Dante, has accidentally wandered a little too far into Sedo and finds himself discovered by a patrolling Fleet Foot; Io. Fear and tensions are high for both equines - one not knowing if his life of freedom ends here, and the other finding her loyalty to her herd tested by this decision.
Io | Fleet Foot | Serora
Home - the red deserts of Sedo. The landscape around her use to fill her heart with joy. It was the familiarity that the heat brought that was her comfort even during the darkest of times. But the drought had brought changes, along with a new law that the mare did not agree with. All Vagabonds were to be brought to Aodh in exchange for resources. Io let out a heavy sigh, slowing her pace as her gaze fell down to her feet as she scuffed them along the sand. The dry winds tugging at her mane did little to stir even just a small reaction from her. Days and nights simply drug by and for once the scout had felt the burden of her loyalty. She had turned her back - abandoned her fellow Seroran's for the reason that capturing innocent horses for their own well being was wrong and selfish. But the decision had haunted her ever since, so now here she was, wandering the goddess' desert in hope of finding something that could benefit her herd.
Io ruffled her feathers before giving herself a good shake, ridding her pristine white coat of any excess dust and sand. The grains seemed to know just where to rub against her feathers, which were far more than a simple irritant. Her leather saddle bags hung over her flanks, only a few stalks of important herbs contained in either of them. They were all she had managed to find on her little outing, despite having been out and about since dawn. It was disappointing, yes, but at least it helped quell the enormous amount of guilt that was eating at her. But out of the blue something suddenly caught her attention. Her dark head shot up and her ears perked forward as she tried to identify the scent further. One thing was for sure; it was definitely another horse, and certainly one not native to Alya's desert. Please don't be a Vagabond, she pleaded silently.
She swallowed thickly, her gut twisting in uncertainty as she forced herself to trot towards the other horse, her head held high and her wings slightly lifted off of her body in case she needed to defend herself. "Excuse me," Io mustered, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "You certainly aren't from around here. Please state your business."
Home - the red deserts of Sedo. The landscape around her use to fill her heart with joy. It was the familiarity that the heat brought that was her comfort even during the darkest of times. But the drought had brought changes, along with a new law that the mare did not agree with. All Vagabonds were to be brought to Aodh in exchange for resources. Io let out a heavy sigh, slowing her pace as her gaze fell down to her feet as she scuffed them along the sand. The dry winds tugging at her mane did little to stir even just a small reaction from her. Days and nights simply drug by and for once the scout had felt the burden of her loyalty. She had turned her back - abandoned her fellow Seroran's for the reason that capturing innocent horses for their own well being was wrong and selfish. But the decision had haunted her ever since, so now here she was, wandering the goddess' desert in hope of finding something that could benefit her herd.
Io ruffled her feathers before giving herself a good shake, ridding her pristine white coat of any excess dust and sand. The grains seemed to know just where to rub against her feathers, which were far more than a simple irritant. Her leather saddle bags hung over her flanks, only a few stalks of important herbs contained in either of them. They were all she had managed to find on her little outing, despite having been out and about since dawn. It was disappointing, yes, but at least it helped quell the enormous amount of guilt that was eating at her. But out of the blue something suddenly caught her attention. Her dark head shot up and her ears perked forward as she tried to identify the scent further. One thing was for sure; it was definitely another horse, and certainly one not native to Alya's desert. Please don't be a Vagabond, she pleaded silently.
She swallowed thickly, her gut twisting in uncertainty as she forced herself to trot towards the other horse, her head held high and her wings slightly lifted off of her body in case she needed to defend herself. "Excuse me," Io mustered, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "You certainly aren't from around here. Please state your business."
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