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Post by firebirdfalling on Oct 21, 2016 9:16:28 GMT -6
 Lost in the Dark Forest
Featuring "Otama" and "Ritan"
Forest area between the War Lord's Road and The Narrows
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Post by firebirdfalling on Oct 21, 2016 9:25:41 GMT -6
Ritan
It was cold out here, wandering in the forest. So cold, Ritan expected snow to start falling at any second. Which wasn't very good if you think about why he was out right now anyways. He cursed as he tripped over a root that was hidden in the undergrowth, though if his eyes worked properly, he probably could have seen it. Doesn't matter though. I couldn't even describe to you what the the color blue looked like. He was in a bad mood. Not only was he lost in this dreadfully cold forest, he also couldn't find what he had came here for.
The mint plant, with it's spicy, sharp smell, was nowhere to be found. He figured that, because of the frosts, most if not all of the plants near town were ruined because of exposure. So maybe going deeper into the forests, where it was warmer, might have saved a few plants from the chilling winds that the trees stifled. Sadly however, his gamble didn't pay off and in the long run, he also got lost in these godforsaken trees. They all seemed the same, and he couldn't distinguish between different colored trees so he was, effectively, lost. This day could probably not get any worse.
[WC: 209]
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Post by cogaidh on Oct 21, 2016 11:42:23 GMT -6
Òtama
She didn’t know why she always let her grandmother talk her into gathering things in the woods for her. Sure, she was an older mare and her knees didn’t work like they should, and she knew just how to guilt her granddaughter into doing chores for her. With a sigh, Òtama craned her neck upwards to check the location of the sun through the dense trees. She had gotten lost a while ago and had tried to get her bearings multiple times but the dense trees prevented her from truly figuring out just where she was.
She was glad of her thick coat as a chill breeze slid through the trees, Òtama shook herself to fluff up her coat and continued carefully picking her way through the underbrush. The satchel that she had strapped to her side got caught on a bramble and the young mare cursed softly to herself. She disliked just how close the trees and undergrowth were to each other, it limited her line of sight and anything could be hiding just out of view. She wished she had thought to bring her father’s sword with her, but without a proper sheath for it she wouldn’t have been able to carry it.
Once again she looked up to try to get a glimpse of the sun through the thick leaves, her long ears twitching at all the rustles and animal noises around her. Another muttered curse left her lips before she decided on a direction and headed off again, if she kept on a straight path she would eventually get somewhere. Maybe she’d even run into someone, the odds were very slim but she could always hope.
[WC:280]
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Post by firebirdfalling on Oct 31, 2016 11:30:08 GMT -6
Ritan
He kept stumbling through the forest, the sent of pine and decaying needles all around him. Ritan was effectively lost. I should have taken someone else with me, he thought, pausing once again to check for any familiar things. The birds were chirping quietly above him, they're wings enabling them to flit between the branches. He could hear them, the brush of feathers against branches and leaves, the soft whisper of the wind that pushed them forward. And, something else. A crack of a branch, off to his right.
He tensed, slowly turning his head in the direction of the sound. Another crack. And, swearing? Well, then. It seems like I'm not alone in these woods after all. They probably saw him by now, though it's not like he could tell. I mean, he was always the worst at hide-and-seek. Because he sucked at hiding.
Oh well, if it's a vagabond, hope they are friendly. If not, I guess my little adventure ends here, right?
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Post by cogaidh on Nov 8, 2016 20:18:44 GMT -6
Òtama
Even with spring well under way, the forests still got cold when the shadows got long. The young painted mare shook out her thick coat, glad for the warmth it gave her. Fluffing herself up a little more, she glanced around the dense trees. The sudden fluttering of birds’ wings off to her left had her head snapping to that direction. Was that the brightly colored horn of a unicorn? Well no time like the present to see if the horse she saw was either a fellow War Forged or a Vagabond.
“Hello?” She called out as she cautiously approached the stranger, her eyes looking him over. Two violet horns parted his dark straight mane. She raked her memory for any recognition she might have for such a distinctive look. She had a vague recollection of a stern medic her father had frequented after some bad missions. Òtama took a few cautious steps forward, tilting her head a little. “It is good to see someone else, I’m afraid I’ve become turned around and can’t find the main road anymore.”
She hoped that such an admission wouldn’t be turned against her. If this stranger was a Vagabond he could use her need for direction to lead her astray.
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