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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 15, 2016 6:36:20 GMT -6
From the Outside In...
Faraji the Medic and Cormac the Raider It is early morning and Faraji is feeling lost and lonely despite the welcoming she had received from the Bloody Flanks. Unsure of herself she decides to head to the sea she had been deprived from for so long to contemplate these odd feelings. Little does she know that she isn't as alone as she once thought.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 15, 2016 6:38:01 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
Giant husks of fallen ships scattered across the cove, accepted by the wild nature of Onea and cultivated by the strongest clan she knew. The Bloody Flanks had turned these ships into homes for themselves, using only the limited supplies they had. They were much rougher then the simple huts you might find scattered around Skelder Town, withered away by the harsh weather and patched up by the limited resources the clan had. It was, at first glance, a giant dumping point for all the bits and bobs that you would never think to put together. But the creativity and ingenuity this clan had to have to build what they had now was…more than impressive. The more Faraji looked, the more she felt herself learn about this exiled clan of miscreants and the more she grew to admire them. She could see clearly what drove them to oppose the main War-Forged clan and the more she understood the more she felt herself want to help.
They had a good cause. They looked after one another like a tight nit family, even those who they only had known for a short while. Like…herself. Faraji had been blown away by the kindness they had showed her, despite where she came from. She had half expected them to be apprehensive of her, but most didn’t even bat an eye. When she told her story to the younger crew, of the unwanted betrothal to an older Raider who already had many wives, they were angry with her. It was…not as she had expected. Half of her expected contempt from them, but the majority save for a few of the much older folk, seem to understand where she was coming from and why she had needed to leave the main herd. She felt so welcomed by them that it was difficult to place the spark of loneliness the bloomed inside her chest. It was almost selfish of her to feel such a thing and she tried to squash it out, ordering herself to see the bigger picture of where she was and of all the equines who would look out for her in an instance. It was unfathomable that she might feel such a way but, as much as she tried to ignore and deny it, it was there. Rooted into her chest, unable to be squashed or removed. Drifting through the tall shapes of the ships, with the sun rising to the east of her, Faraji looked to the beautiful sea that she could hardly get enough of to see if it held any answers for her.
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Notes: I haven't proof read this, so I apologise for any mistakes and the crappiness of this ;u;
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Post by tallshiips on Dec 15, 2016 10:06:02 GMT -6
Cormac 
The greatest treasure is not of silver nor gold; the most illustrious conquest is the heart.
Wind whistled through the dual masts of his ship as Cormac stood upon the bow, allowing the unstoppable ocean breeze to lift his mane from his neck and awaken his mind. The cold cut through his thick coat as if it was not there, but the distinctive red smudge of sunrise on the horizon kindled the hope in his heart. Even here, outcasts living on some of Onea's most unforgiving terrain, they were thriving and growing constantly, and all because of the hope that they all held in their hearts. Hope for life, for love, and for the cause. The clan was united by their desire to break free from the bonds of Hira's rule, brandishing the flag of equality and individuality.
The large stallion leapt nimbly down from the bow to the shingly shore, despite his hefty size. Standing on the shore, he closed his eyes. He let his ears fill with the sound of the rhythmic waves breaking on the shore, and drank in the smell of salt in the air. His lips uttered a short prayer to Cascade as he stood there, thanking her for keeping the waters at bay and protecting their little village for another night.
It was in this meditative state that he heard the footsteps in the shingle. Short, muffled steps, like those of someone who's unsure whether they should be there, or someone who's intentionally trying to be quiet. He continued to listen for a moment, hearing them pause as if unsure, before beginning again. Under the shadow of his boat, his dark coat was near-perfect camouflage in the early morning light, so the sounds did not worry him. It was probably just a restless foal come to investigate the mysterious waters that facilitated the livelihood of most of the Bloody Flanks. As he opened his claret eyes, though, he was presented with a completely different picture: the new Medic was standing by the shore. The sight of her, stood there, sparked his confidence. Perhaps she also was praying to the ocean goddess? Or was she beginning to have second thoughts about joining the Clan? He hoped it was not the latter, for the clan was in need of more medics - especially those experienced enough to deal with badly wounded raiders.
Stepping forward onto the shingle, he allowed his broad hooves to crunch loudly, giving away his position to the mare. He raised his head and called out to her, indicating that he was indeed a non-threatening member of her new clan.
"How are you finding your new life? Must be pretty different to before, huh?" He smiled at her as he spoke, watching her face for any signs that she might be missing her old home. After all, this was her home now.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 16, 2016 5:52:14 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
‘Oh Father, the ocean is so beautiful.’ Faraji thought to herself, still ignoring the weight that sat heavily in her heart. Old Tadeas had had many chances to see the ocean for himself and it was through him that Faraji had first developed her interest for it. He would tell her stories of the giant angry waves on stormy nights or about how beautiful the sun looked as it rose from the horizon of the sea. It was enough to fill her with a yearning to see the world as he saw it, to be free of the confines that her Mother slowly clasped around her as she grew older. Sighing, her ears flicked back as heavy hoofbeats headed her way, turning only when the voice addressed her personally. She did not hide her surprise as she saw it was Cormac coming to join her. He was only one of the many sons of their leader Gidal and while she often found it hard to keep track of who was related to who around here, she knew that much about him. Oh and he had a ship.
His heavy voice was kind and curious, his smile enough to make her return a smile to him. “It’s…” she thought about it for a moment, wondering how much she should say to a trusted son of their leader. Then finally sighed and nodded, “yea it’s very different.” Her smile lingered on her lips and she returned her gaze to the ocean. The rhythmic sound of the waves was very soothing and gave her a sense of calm she rarely experienced back home. “You know, I’d never seen the ocean up close til a couple of months ago.” She thought about the mountains that she saw every single day, never changing, always the same. “I still haven’t gotten sick of the sight of it yet.” She laughed softly, drawing her gaze back around to Cormac.
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Post by tallshiips on Dec 16, 2016 7:39:01 GMT -6
Cormac
The greatest treasure is not of silver nor gold; the most illustrious conquest is the heart.
Cormac flicked his dark ears towards her as he listened, letting her think of what she wanted to say to him before she said it. Although he'd never been Gidal's heir, he was still one of his older sons and understood that it might make the new mare a little wary of him. He tried to appear relaxed and friendly, though, resting a hind leg and letting the smile linger on his face while he listened to her story.
"Really?" The dark stallion was so genuinely surprised by this statement, as the ocean had always been such a major part of his life and livelihood, that he could not suppress the shocked outburst. "I could not imagine being away from her for more than a few days at a time. She's the best listener, aye, and her waves seem to unlock that part of me where I feel safe and relaxed. I've lived beside her all my life, but only really felt the pull of the ocean when I embarked upon my first voyage. I guess I took her for granted until then!"
He felt his eyes getting lost in the eternal pattern of wavefronts that crisscrossed in the bay, and heard his soul reach out to Cascade. This was not the time for praying, though he never liked to turn down any opportunity, for he did not know how this mare would react to his prayer.
"I don't think you ever will," Cormac chuckled, the deep rumble a great contrast to her gentle laugh. "Faraji, isn't it?"
Looking down briefly, he picked up a smooth round pebble with his telekinesis, before sending it spinning into the dark waters. It bounced once on striking the surface, before sinking down to the bay's floor. Shaking his head, he chose a slightly larger stone to skim, before launching it with all the force he could muster. One, two, three bounces before it joined its brethren on the ocean floor.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 7, 2017 5:59:05 GMT -6
Faraji
Bloody Flanks Medic
The surprised look in Cormac's face made Faraji smile and she nodded, her ears flicking to listen to him speak of the sea. He addressed it like it was it's own entity, and perhaps it was, she realised as she thought about Cascade, the Sea Goddess. Staring down at the small glittering waves as they dove in and pulled back out, she couldn't imagine it being a God. Maybe if she were out on it's surface she would think differently, but here? The sea was as gentle as the cool breeze that tossled her wavy hair.
"I certainly see why you are so attached to her." Faraji laughed, the pronoun sounding odd on her tongue but she quickly shrugged it off. The mountains were Kaia, the sea Cascade. Though Faraji was never particularly religious by nature she regarded the Gods with obvious respect. She hoped Cascade approved of her compliment, though Faraji had never prayed to her before.
"Yep, Faraji." She agreed, sucking in a deep breath and letting out a loose sigh. "Cormac, right?" She grinned, knowing full well who it was she was talking to. It was not hard to remember a face in such a small crowd and being one of the few War-Forged trained medics, Faraji had had to learn quite a few names and faces already. She had a unique amount of knowledge that was very different from those who practised the art of healing here, plus she was quite good at what she did...if she didn't say so herself. The plonking of a pebble dropping in the water drew her attention back just in time to see Cormac skip another flat pebble neatly across the surface of the water. "Nice one."
Flicking her gaze across the bay she eyed the line up of massive ships with a sense of awe that never left her. The Bloody Flanks were such a unique crowd of horses, they were so...not War-Forged. Like, they were, but then...they weren't. She couldn't imagine that many of the main clan would want to sail away on ships. Most where very locked in their ways. She was glad she had been given the opportunity to try something new, even if it meant leaving behind all that she had known. A hint of guilt crept in, nestling in the memories of her Mother right before she left. She never wanted to leave the way she did, but Aida had given her no choice. It was marry a Raider who she barely knew, who already had multiple wives as it was and commit herself to a life of oppression or disappear with a tattooed pirate and his sister to a clan she had never even heard of before the incident in Skeldr Town. That had been a true leap of faith, or perhaps a desperate escape. "What's it like, being on a ship?" She said, pushing those thoughts out of her head.
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OOC: i'm so sorry about the wait!!
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Post by tallshiips on Jan 9, 2017 15:16:48 GMT -6
Cormac
Bloody Flank Raider  Cormac nodded in thanks as she clearly made an effort to change the way she addressed the ocean to mirror his own. He admired her sharpness - many wouldn't have picked up such a thing, nor thought anything of it - but he reasoned that both the intelligence and thoughtfulness were necessary to be a successful medic, especially one who'd obviously been smart enough to be picked up by Vidar and Astrid on a visit to the 'mainland'. He didn't know the specifics of her arrival, just that one day she'd been there, and before she had not been. After all, he tried not to concern himself with his younger brother's business - he'd appreciate the privacy if their roles were reversed.
"Indeed, the one and only!" The start of a grin died on his muzzle as he realised how childish and vain he must sound to the mare. He'd never been good at first impressions, but it had been going well. Had been, at least.
"Ach, I'm terrible at this. If you want to see some real skill just wait for the young lads and lasses to surface - I'm rather out of practice, sadly." This time the smile made it to the surface as he recalled the evenings of his own youth, spent sat on the shore skimming bottles and sharing stories. He'd been barely old enough to join the gatherings when that fateful day had come around, the day that changed everything. The stallion had been glad to see the tradition return with this generation, although it never ceased to remind him of what could've been. He preferred not to think about the days after that - they were buried deep in his mind, but there nonetheless and could be revealed with less digging than he'd have liked - not until the birth of Vidar, at least. In that respect, the golden colt had been more of a relief to him than a threat or something to be bitter for - he was a horse, same as any of them, and a gift from Kaia herself. He'd never understood why his brothers had been so frustrated and angry - they'd never been heirs anyway. But he digressed, and he forced himself back to reality just as she spoke.
"Being on a ship? It's what I live for! The creak of the wood beneath you, the weight of the ropes, the swaying of the halyard in the breeze- And that's not even near all of it! The bite of the wind in a storm, the salt coating any and every surface, the sting of the spray as you race along! The thrill of the chase, the fear of being pursued, the adrenaline rushing as you knife through the seas into battle! The orange glow of the lantern never making it far enough through the fog, the rattle of the die on the table, the stamp of hooves and muffled shouts from frustrated crewmembers- oh, how I love it. I live and breathe for this ship, my ship, my Kismet. Every beam hand selected and constructed by myself, dwarfed by our ships of old but able to beat any and every one of them in a race. I've never heard of, let alone seen, a vessel faster and more nimble than her." A note of pride entered his voice as he realised he'd gone on for far too long - she was probably just being polite, making small talk, and there he'd gone and lectured her on his passion for sailing.
At least she'd not left.
Yet.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 13, 2017 5:50:59 GMT -6
"Ah good. Was worried I had someone else here for a second," it was a poor attempt at a joke and Faraji laughed awkwardly. Feeling the strain of conversation dwindling between them, it was the best she could come up with. However it seemed she was not the only one feeling it either. The bay mare blinked and glanced back at the barren villa behind her. Not a single soul was out, at least no one she could readily see. It was like she was in a ghost town, the ship carcasses emphasising the feeling even more. If she hadn't known any better then the medic might have found the site to be unsettling. "Most of them won't be up until the sun is well over our heads, especially after last night." She grinned, thinking back to the wild night of celebration. Most of them hadn't even been able to walk a straight line when Faraji had headed back to her own makeshift tent. It was a fun night and everyone was very inclusive of her but she still felt...off. Different. Was that the feeling? No, that wasn't it. She couldn't quite explain it, or pin point the feeling. Frowning to herself, she pushed it away once again. A smile laced her lips as Cormac spoke with a fierce passion that lit his eyes and ignited him in a way that was infectious.
There it was. She realised with a start, her eyes widening and her heart beat increasing. That was what she was missing, that was what this feeling was that had had a hold on her for so long now. It was something that had been missing ever since her Father had died. The passion, the light and fire within her had dwindled into dying embers when he had passed and she had simply been floating along the stream, allowing the current to take her where it wanted. As the realisation dawned on her, Cormac had finished his speech and she grinned up at him. A small piece of a jig saw puzzle finally found it's place and while there was many more to go before she could see the image, she felt as if she were one step closer now. "Incredible, you built that ship by yourself?" Faraji looked at the Kismet as it floated among the towering, ancient ships and a sense of awe and respect filled her. "That is amazing, I could never do something like that." His experience of being at sea was vastly different from her own, however and she shuddered to think about it.
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I am sorry this is terrible, writing this up before bed wasn't the best idea haha D:
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