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Post by Quorkbirb on Nov 22, 2016 12:40:42 GMT -6
Fellow Wanderer
Tomo - Quirkylynx
Dodger - Sheatothebay
Setting:
Just weeks before the visit of Aodh to Breim in 1700.
It is late morning, approaching noon, and the tunnels are quiet and unoccupied. Quiet dripping from stalactites echoes throughout dark, damp caverns.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Nov 22, 2016 13:02:56 GMT -6
Tomo | Tie
A faint purple glow bounced in the air, it's light gently smeared on the damp cave walls. Adjusting the gem lantern between her teeth, Tomo wondered if she should begin heading back to Nariah. She had been out in the snaking tunnels of rock since after breakfast and she had long ago eaten the snacks she brought along. Her stomach, it seemed, answered her silent question as it gurgled and grumbled, the sound amplified in the silent environment. She was always hungry though and had yet to discover anything of particular wonder. Perhaps she would go home and make up a picnic so that she could continue her search.
Deciding that that sounded like a very grand idea, she gave herself a shake and trotted off in the direction of which she came. Her brother Goro had been helping their parents at the shop today and so was unable to accompany her in exploration, but perhaps they would let him off so they could enjoy the picnic together. She was always sad when Goro couldn't, or wouldn't, explore the Labyrinth with her. It was an exhilarating experience to find something new, but fear always lingered when you went off the well traveled trails. Too many tales had been told of horses losing their way in the caverns, the stone walls shedding rocks and burying horses alive, and well ... there always could be monsters lurking, even if their existence was debated.
The hair on her mane prickled. Thinking of all of this made her on edge, her eyes darting from side to side in suspicion and her nostrils widening to accommodate any new scents. She quickened her step, but suddenly froze with her legs splayed slightly, ready to run. The stale air of the cave had something new in it ... the scent of another being, but she could not tell what it was. Musty air swirled in her nose as she attempted to identify the smell, trying her hardest to separate it from the overpowering scent of damp earth and exposed minerals.
It was probably just another horse, she convinced herself, but did not begin to move. Fright still gripped her and she quivered from apprehension, she hoped the new comer revealed themselves soon or moved away, else she would be glued to the spot forever!
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Word Count: 387
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Post by sheatothebay on Dec 26, 2016 13:10:47 GMT -6
Dodger | The Help
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The deep seal bay of the stallion was almost like a camouflage against the dark of the labyrinthian tunnels of Sirith. The amethyst glow of the crystalline stalactites and deposits glinted off of his dark and glossy coat and shone on the white blanket spots on his hindquarters. Pupils were dilated in the bi-colored eyes, bringing in every bit of the light that the tunnels could possibly offer. Dodger's horseshoes clinked softly on the stone floor beneath them, the rock allowing for no tracks from the metallic attachments. The stallion had taken these routes before through travel as a messenger, and he knew the tunnel system well enough to ensure his safety whether on or off of the job, therefore confidence shone in the amber and deep blue eyes of the appaloosa cross. He was making his way back to Nariah from a work-related request, relaxed and satisfied that his job had been done efficiently and quickly. Dodger needed no help with his tasks, and traveling alone was his main form of showing not only his independence, but his will to do things himself without any influence from others tainting his appearance to others.
But that did not mean he was not attuned to the sound of hoofbeats in the echoing caverns.
He heard the two-beat gait of a trot and smelled the scent of a Breimian mare wafted towards him.
His ears perked forward carefully as he walked forward. This was no threat, he decided, and within minutes, caught sight of the mare. The reddish sorrel was flecked with white hairs, a strawberry roan, and paint markings snaked and splashed over the frosted hair of the mare. He noticed the mare was a unicorn by cloven hooves, a lion-like tail, and the two crooked horns on her nose. He stood about a hand under and was about a year younger than the newcomer, but he also noticed that she didn't quite seem her age. She had a young face to him, and she was rather pudgy. The new horse was frozen in her tracks, and the dark stallion snorted for a mere moment before stepping out of his place in the shadows, revealing his fit figure to the terrified mare.
"At ease, madame. I am no threat," Dodger said bluntly, dipping his head curtly to the plump mixed-breed mare.
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