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Post by savannauni on Oct 30, 2016 17:17:18 GMT -6
The City's Stranger
Characters: Aragon and Einar
Plot: Ari, who is new to the city, manages to get lost on the way to her friends home and runs into Einar. The stallion decides to help her out by escorting her home. |
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Post by savannauni on Oct 30, 2016 17:33:17 GMT -6
Aragon | Screamer | Seroran
Worried eyes, strange looks, and millions of equine bodies. Aragon was panicking as she nervously trotted through the great city of Valore, dished head up, small ears flicking in every direction. She had came to see the world and was now lost in this great big dirt patch of a city. It was fine at first as she went around in the morning while equines were waking up, getting their morning stretches, and heading out into their wonder filled city. It was not a big deal as she looked at merchants carts and the wares they sold. As she saw the great sights and attractions the city offered to visitors from all across Hiearth. But as she crossed paths with a slave trader and some captured equines from the land of war forged her heart stopped along with her feet. The trader had scoffed at her and pushed past leaving her to watch as the spirit broken horses continued on in their chains.
After that the fairy tale look to the city slowly faded and she realized, she did not know where she was. As the sun started to go down and the sky began to darken real panic set in. Bringing her to her current situation, trotting though the city looking for the ambassadors home she was staying with.
Word Count: 225
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Post by kajejackson on Oct 31, 2016 8:58:28 GMT -6
Einar|| Adoh|| Merchant|| Words:217|| Posts:1
As the sun slowly set, a groggy fjord closed his shop's door, locking it after him, and started his trek homeward through the ever constant crowd of equine. Today had seemed longer than most, and as Einar recounted the day's sales in his mind he gave a lopsided smile. Business was doing better than he could have hoped, if today was any indication, by the end of the month he'd have quite a pretty penny. As he continued to snake his way through traffic towards the common district, he began to imagine what he might spend that extra crystal on. Maybe some history books from Alarik? With pictures of course. Or perhaps to buy souvenirs next time he visited the crucible? The stallion chewed on the inside of his lip as he mulled over the options, his sea blue eyes scanning ahead lazily. After a moment Einar's glance locked onto a roan mare about his size, with a panicked expression on her dished face. The dun tilted his head slightly, trying to deduce what might be the matter. Unsure and more than a tinge curious, Einar trots closer to her, letting out a short warning of his approach as well as an offer of assistance as he does so. "Hey Miss, you okay? You, uh, need somethin?" |
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