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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Nov 1, 2016 17:19:06 GMT -6
Featuring Khazada and Vigil Khazada Another wisp of vapor left her nostrils as Khazada never remembered a time she felt so cold. All her lief was spent in the desert, under the scoring sun but now, the draft mare was silently thanking Cascade for her drafty build that her father no doubt passed on to her. A gift Khazada hated in her former herd as her coat always was too thick for such a environment but now, now with her golden coat finally beginning to thicken, it was a blessing.
The most shocking thing for the draft mix wasn't the cold but that odd powdery substance that littered the rocky ground she now traveled. Snow, as she was told though Khazada couldn't help but duck her head, her lips brushing the icey surface as to examine it closer though her eyes blinked in shock as the snow seemed to dissolve on her tongue. How odd... Such a thing demanded more inspection but Khazada forced herself to lift her head as her ears came forward upon catching sight of the shimmering gold that adored the dark stallion's coat, a reminder that she was hear not for inspect the snow but to actually get her bearings for the life she chose. So far Khazada was unsure of what conversation to small talk to fill the quite as the draft mare wasn't sure if such a thing was wise in case of trouble or not.
Khazada was a vagabond now, a vigilant like she planned form the day she decided to leave all she knew behind to help those who could not help themselves. However never did Khazada think she's come this north to such a harsh, cold land as the land of Onea were not for the faint of heart from the stories her father told her as a foal. But the dun mare knew there was no turning back and she only lifted her hooves a bit higher as she felt her hooves slowly began to sink in the snow much like the way the red sands of Sedo acted. Perhaps her adjustment wouldn't be so bad after all.
"So have you traveled this way before?" Khazada finally nickered, more plumes of vapor escaping her muzzle just as she felt her thick forelock fall over her gaze with the strong gust of wind that passed her. At least there was no worry of sandstorms here unlike back in the Sheer.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Nov 1, 2016 18:53:38 GMT -6
VigilVagabond || Vindicator
He wasn't to thrilled with the idea of having to train another, but he saw the prospect it could bring. He knew exactly how they would be trained what they would learn. There was power in that, there was a way he could mold the place into something better. He could have a positive affect, but if he was to fail? If he messed it all up? No there was no time to think of such things. When he was left in her charge it was clear where they should head, she was Seroran, so time to meet the polar opposite. Winter. Snow. Bitter Cold. Nostrils flared as mist escaped through his golden mask. Something he had never taken off in front of others. It kept his face unknown, it filled him with a sense of power and a bit of cowardliness. He was no one and in the end that's what they all would be come. No one. Many a horse had died before them, forgotten a bit more each year, until they were exactly that, no one. An ill way of thinking things, but Vigil had accepted it all.
Vigil eyed the bulky mare, his mind quick to judgement as he watched her through his mask, though his eyes were never fully shown from the mask, it seemed his sight was not bothered at all by the mask. He moved nimbly in the snow and it seemed he didnt have any blindsides in the mask full of holes. Long ears remained forward and alert as they tread through the snow in silence. He was the quiet sort, never had a whole lot to say. Seeing as his words had made another life vanish from this world. Words tend to be a bit precious to him. Left ear swirled to the side as she spoke out to him as he trotted up towards her. "Yes, I've traveled to many corners of Hireath." he remarked to her in low key voice. "Have you always stayed in Serora, in their lands?" he asked her a bit curiously. If so he knew his training would be a bit hard. Vigil had to learn to make her more adaptable. He needed to show her the benefits and cons of fighting and being in each land. It was a bit much, but Vigil planned to train those that knew their potential and could be better then before he met them.
"Its best we get to know each other." He spoke to her calmly as he lifted his head to glance her over a bit. He was curious of this mare, a bit wondering of why she would leave her herd, but he had left as well. So not all questions are worth asking. "I go by Vigil." His low key voice cool like the winter storm. it wasn't has if he meant to seem so cold to others, but it was easier to hide such emotions. It was easier to sin less when his feelings were not there. It was why he refused love, and many friendships. These connections could hamper his decision could ruin what little bit of good he had in him. While he was to train this mare, he too was still a work in progress. Everyday was a challenge and she too will learn that. Being a Vindicator takes courage, takes selflessness. It means everyone around them is far more important then themselves. It was something he struggled with, for he did not wish to die any time soon and when the going went tough, well he found himself going as well. He was a sin that still needed work on. A masterpiece quite not finished. "Come along, we have work to do." he remarked as he tread forwards in the direction of the closest mountain to them.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Nov 1, 2016 19:40:11 GMT -6
Khazada It was odd in her mind for one to wear such a extravagant mask like the one this vindicator adorned on his face. Though unlike most equines, Khazada was not quick to judgement as perhaps it was just some fashioned piece of armor from a former life. Such things were not up to her to assume, one of the many things the dun mare picked up for her vagabond father. However the draft mare felt her attention solely focused on the stallion as he continued to lead the way. His movements were graceful, a trait often Khazada envied of the lighter boned equines. However it was his answer to her question that forced Khazada from her thoughts. Hireath was quite a large place and Khazada couldn't help but envy the stallion for seeing the places he had no doubt treaded. At his own question, Khazada gave a quite snort, her gaze lingering on the white vapor as it vanished into the chilly air as she seemed to weigh her answer. "Yes, I have as I was born of the sand and sun. I know the desert like the back of my hoof from all my wanderings and training." Hopefully such a answer was not seen as something to frown upon as this was Khazada's first time in such a land and her knowledge of the Sheer would be of little help here. "I'm Khazada." The dun mare replied as even out here, she remembered her manners though she couldn't help put prick he rears at the stallion's given name. Was it by birth of choice? A question that Khazada kept trapped behind her tongue as it wasn't her affair in any regard. As her gaze averted towards the slopes that Vigil was no doubt leading her towards, Khazada couldn't help but give another snort as her hooves continued to sink in the white power as she followed the dark stallion's tracks. Since leaving Sedo behind, Khazada at times really wondered why she made such a decision. It was not out of tragedy or vengeance nor a glamorous story one would tell to a eager audience. It was just for the fact that Khazada felt propelled to do what was right at the expensive of leaving her old life behind. Was Vigil and the other Vindicators feel the same in their choice for such a hard life as she had yet to full understand? With luck, all those countless evenings of training as a Fleet Foot would pay off, even here. Despite her bulky build, Khazada knew she was quick when the need arose as all horses of her rank. And often the lighter equines seemed to overlook such a thing like that thief she chased down a year or so ago. Only time would tell if Vigil or the other Vindicators made such a assumption themselves that Khazada would have to set straight. "Is there some sort of specific area we are climbing to?" As her words left her, the dun mare closed her eyes as another gust of wind sailed past them, tossing the loose snow from Vigil's hooves into the bitter cold air. (Word Count: 525) Post 2 |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Nov 20, 2016 17:58:23 GMT -6
VigilVagabond || Vindicator
Long ears twitched faintly as he listened to her speak. It was odd, he wasn't used to much of the companions of others. He prefered working alone, and did most of the time unless the time arises where he was needed in a team. It seemed now he was needed to try new blood which was good... Good with many seeming to vanish before his own eyes. He huffed faintly, the steam of his breath escaping throughout the vents in his mask. Limbs moved him forwards as he allowed the silence to seep between them before muttering a few words of his own. "Khazada." He said her name as if tasting how it would feel to let that name slip through his lips. "What made you choose this life? From a life where all you've known was the sands and sun. Now here in the coldest range. Tell me, do you regret any of this?"
As he let said those words he stopped in track and turned to face her. Though his eyes were never seen from his mask, he could see her clearly through the gaps of his own mask. Vigil knew the question he asked was personal, but there was reasons it needed to be asked. Vindicator's needed warriors of the heart, they needed equine that would do their best and would not leave when the going gets rough. Like himself, he constantly had to prove himself worthy of such a title. He wondered a bit, would she feel the same? Or was this just a moment of fame, a way to clear the concises. Vigil have seen a few horses leave, yet to him Dinah, their Paladin had get to be swayed, she had remained and he wondered if she could do the same. Long tail swept to the side kicking up the snow on the ground sending flurries out to the cold wind. There he stood looking at her awaiting to see if there was a point to this at all.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Nov 22, 2016 17:29:38 GMT -6
KhazadaKhazada knew such a question would no doubt surface eventually from either this stallion or another of the vindicators. Since leaving her home, Khazada no doubt rehearsed her reply over and over again but now, now as the question was spoken aloud, she found her thoughts escaping her. For a moment Khazada seemed to mull it over, her ears twitching as she tried to form the right words to answer Vigil's question. Even as the stallion stood before her, waiting for a reply, Khazada hesitated, before she finally inhaled a deep breath, the cold air surprising her as it entering her lungs so quickly. "My father was a Vagabond." The draft mare began, her gaze averting from Vigil as she seemed to be watching the memory before her. "He preferred the life as he never joined my other nor I in the herd but I always remembered his tells of such places his hooves wandered...Though even with all his talk, I never saw myself being a vagabond as my heart lay in desert." Khazada cut herself off as she gave a shake of her head just as the strong wind forced her to briefly close her eyes as to block out more of the snow that was picked up around them. "I do not know what information you have of the comings and goings of the other herds but months ago we were plagued with drought, a drought that forced our Sultan's hoof into making a deal with Aodh... For exchange of the resources we needed, we were to round up vagabonds to offer in exchange." More memories flashed across her mind as she finally opened her eyes to watch the dark stallion before just as she continued. "Serora was always known to be the most welcoming to vagabonds but it felt as if everything I only prided my herd for was tossed to the sands like that." At her words, Khazada's bi-colored tail lashed against her hocks as she still hated the fact of what her former herd was forced to do in order to survive.
"You see Vigil, Glory, fame...they mean little to me. I left my herd behind to actually take a stand against other weaker horses being stripped of what rights they had just for the benefit of others. My sire was Vagabond and therefore I always felt such horses were just as respected and treated fairly as my former herd mates. Doing nothing is just as bad as participating in such a vile thing so I could no longer stay idle anymore. And no, I don't regret my choice as here, I have a purpose where as a Fleet Foot, I never felt such a responsibility on my shoulders as of now." Her words seemed to make Khazada pause as for months with her decision weighing on her mind, Khazada never felt in a hundred years that more responsibility on her shoulders would lead to being content, even looking forward to the days ahead. No matter how hard her path was to become now. "The only thing I regret is not buying a heavy cloak before heading this far north." The dun mare added, a small smile making it's way to her equine face as to try and lighten the air from the previous words she said. At least the goggles she had in her pack would doubt come in handy as the wind was only picking up.
Feeling a bit bold herself, Khazada finally decided it was best to voice her own question. "Seeing as you know my reason, why are you here Vigil? Do you regret such a path of being a Vindicator?" Honestly Khazada knew her question may be taken as being nosy but the draft mare felt it was only fair she know the stallion's reasons just as he now knew hers. Perhaps there was some sort of underlining value each of these horses stood for, something Khazada could perhaps learn from.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 11, 2016 19:59:17 GMT -6
VigilVagabond || Vindicator
Long ears listened to her tale, allowing the words of hers to echo within his mind. He took them all in like a fine wine and would remember all that had been said here. Though as she mentioned of Serora making a deal, his nostrils flared a bit as he stomped his hoof in the ground. "Serora is not the only one that has joined in on this capturing of Vagabonds." his eyes narrowed, but one could never tell. His ears and mere muscle movement in his nose and lips were all that could portray his emotion. "Though your reasoning seems good, but also fleeting. What will you do if this is settled? When Vagabonds are no longer hunted like wild beast. Will you feel a sense of self loss? Will you still want your title as a Vindicator, or will you be left seeking the next thrill?" His words came out harsh, but many had come to seek for glory, for themselves. This was never about self glory, or being remembered for doing something good, or seeking the approval of gods and others. This was about what was right, right for all.
As he asked these questions, he was not surprised to see her ask her own question to him. It was only fair, and it was only common courtesy to reply, since she so willingly shared her story, perhaps he too could indulge in such curiosity. He sighed a bit, allowing his emotions to settle before he spoke. Eyes looked to her as he nodded faintly. "As for myself. There was a time I was apart of it. The sin, the glory. I cared little for anyone, but myself. That was all that mattered. At Least that was what I assumed. But each action we all make has a natural reaction. Something I have learned the hard way. So Im making amends for my sin, trying to put out good for all the hatred I had spit out upon all." he remarked. He didn't go much into detail, still his life was a mystery, but he answered a bit, that surely only lead to more questions. "Best we get moving. We have a mountain cave to reach." he remarked before swiftly turning around and moving wards towards the mountain. Enough chit chatting about himself. Vigil didn't like to indulge to much, he didnt want any to know him that well. There was a reason for his mask, a way for him to be known, but completely unknown. They knew him for his mask, and that's all he would be known for. Nothing else, and nothing more.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 2, 2017 6:16:07 GMT -6
Khazada - Vagabond- Vindicator Vigil's question seemed to force Khazada to pause before she gave another quite snort, letting another wisp of vapor dissolve into the chilly air. It would be easy to turn back and go home, granted as a part of her missed being in her old herd but Khazada knew she wouldn't just turn her back on her new life as a Vindicator. Not after all those days and nights preparing for such a thing. Even if everything began to fall back into place and her initial reasoning for leaving her herd was soon resolved, Khazada still felt in her gut there was no turning back. But as she seemed to think or own rely, the dun mare's curved forward to hear the dark stallion's own reply to her question. His remarks only made the draft mix a bit more curious as she found herself honestly wondering where exactly he came from. Though at Vigil's remark of the task they originally came out here to accomplish, Khazada felt such questions were best saved for later as the stallion proceeded forward. It was about this time she finally came up with her own reply as her attention drifted off of Vigil towards the mountain the pair was climbing. "Even if things were set back to the way they were, I'll still be a Vindicator." Khazada finally stated, her words seeming to be more to her benefit then that of the stallion infront of her. "I didn't make this choice lightly and I knew upon leaving my herd there was to be no going back." Though she's never have expected to be here of all places as she more expected much...fairer weather then this. Word Count: 282 Post #4 |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 18, 2017 10:06:27 GMT -6
VigilThe Vindicator
All though no one could see a brow of his lifted curiously as he listened to the mare speaking, saying she knew there was no going back. But Vigil wondered if that was really the case, Serora was compassionate, but yet with this new decree from Aodh it could easily mean her going back she would be shipped to Aodh. What a mess they all had made, but Vigil had refused the mission and stayed elsewhere to be an aid to those the Vindicators could not reach while traveling to Aodh. "Perhaps." he spoke gently. "There comes a time when we all will be tested, tested to see if this is where we belong and perhaps when that time arises for you, you will remember this. What you stand for." he remarked, his masked face turning to look at her.
Long ears suddenly flickered up as he looked to the side, ears twitching as if he heard something. "Shit." he cursed under his mouth. "We must move faster." he was about to say more, but a howl of a wolf cut him off, and soon followed by several others. "We have to move now." he urged her knowing she was not used to this, it seemed a challenge in itself as been brought to him. Thanks Kaia. He thought with regret. Vigil reared up and soon bounded forward. "Consider this your first challenge. Lets see if we can outsmart wolves in their own territory." he snorted, though a faint smile graced his lips. Vigil moved forwards a bit more with ease, his thinner build allowed him to do so, but he did worry for the mare Khazada. Not used to the snow and the cold, now having to run, but the Vindicators had to be tough and if the gods felt this to be a challenge, well he would gladly accept it.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jan 20, 2017 20:17:01 GMT -6
Khazada- Vindicator
Khazada looked about to reply but the dun mare cut herself off as she felt a chill run down her spine as she too heard the wolves. In Sedo, Khazada never dealt with such creatures and hearing their unfamiliar cries made the draft mix freeze almost in place. However it was Vigil's voice that snapped Khazada from her thoughts as she watched the dark stallion spring forward, making this whole running in snow situation look so easy. If only it was. Khazada's hooves practically sank in the snow as she bolted after Vigil, the wolf's barks and growls spurring her forward as fast as her legs would allow. Every stride felt like more of a struggle as she swore she could feel the wolves only gaining on her. In her old home, there was no way to prepare for this footing and Khazada swore she was not going to be able to pass this test, her strides shortening as she tried to keep up with Vigil and to stay out of the wolves's teeth. 'I can't do this...' The dun mare's thoughts cried out as she forced in another desperate breath, desperately trying to get a hold of the speed she had when out on the Sear. The sand of her home was soft, often quite the difficult terrain for the inexperienced. A thought that sprang into Khazada's thoughts as the snow was soft as well so perhaps the same method would work? Putting more weight in her hindquarters, Khazada launched forward with more force as not to loose Vigil as the stallion surged ahead of her. All she needed to do was keep distance between herself and the wolves. This may not be the test Khazada had anticipated but she was bound and determined to pass it regardless. Word Count: 299
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