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Post by savannauni on Jan 4, 2016 23:11:40 GMT -6
The Protectors
Characters: Aragon and Syria
Plot: Aragon and Syria become friends an as they head around exploring the city run into a large batch of bullies and decide to teach them a lesson. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 6, 2016 9:42:04 GMT -6
Syria || Foal || Future Ambassador
In all honesty Syria couldn't contain her excitement as the herd was moving closer to the city within Osulas. She was giddy with delight and bouncing up and down with glee. "I cannot wait!" she remarked as he could only recall being here a few times, though the times were hard then, when her mother first left her family, her father pleaded to take himself and Syria to Osulas to search for her, yet of course they returned empty handed and Syria's face was stained with tears. None the less this was more a joyful time, thank goodness. Syria had a few coins burning a hole in her little bag and she was hoping to purchase something. Eyes flickered about the herd as she weaved amongst the adults in the group. Some shook their head chuckling, others merely snorted at her child like innocence.
The city was getting closer and closer into view and within a matter of minutes they would be there! Syria was trotting quickly keeping up with the pace of the herd, her long legs taking two steps to match and adults step. "Osulas." she merely whispered out as she the excitement was almost to much for the young filly, all she wanted was to rush forwards and dash into the city, and loose herself to the markets. To see horses from other lands, to get sneak peaks of wares beyond their home. Syria was infatuated with lives outside of her herd, her mind always wondering why they herds remained how they are.
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Post by savannauni on Jan 15, 2016 15:52:49 GMT -6
Aragon raced around the white city. SH=he ducked and dived as she galloped through the streets. The little filly first went to see if Eryn was home. Seeing her friend and his family was still at the Nirrous river she drew in a board breath and sighed. But she was only bored for a few moments before finally setting off again through the city. She watched a performance in the square where a small band of travelling performers were. Aragon managed to push her small body to the front to watch as some horses danced, laced with warm scarves and gold on their necks. Awed by the preformeance, the red filly was sad to see the show end.
Picking herself back up she started trotting along the streets again. As she proceeded into the market she looked at all the wares being sold and the merchants seeling them. A few appeared to be from a war off her call the War Forged. They were thicker and stronger than any other horse Aragon had seen. As she raced down the streets, not watching where she was headed the filly bumped into another filly. "Oops, sorry about that." Aragon said as she took a step back. "Hey, I've never seen you before! Whats your name?" She asked curiously looking over the filly standing in front of her.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 1, 2016 11:14:21 GMT -6
Syria || Foal
Syria entered the city with a few of the others from the herd and she was giddy with delight and was soon in the streets overlooking everything in complete wonder and amazement. She took it all in and perhaps a bit to much. A small yelp escaped her lips as she was bumped into and almost fell over. But somehow the little filly was able to maintain her balance. She was about to say sorry assuming her being lost in a daze caused it over, but the voice of another seemed to almost echo what she was about to say. Head turned as she spotted another filly, and she merely had a state of confusion on her face, head slightly tilted to her head. Syria swore it was her, but who knew when she was lost in daydreams.
"Oh its fine, I wasn't really paying much attention." she remarked with a chuckle, her ears flickering back a bit nervously. Though she perked up as the filly mentioned of never seeing her before. "Oh well I'm Syria, this is my first big trip to the city here. I travel about a lot with my dad." she paused for a moment not really want to dive into that much more. "But who are you though?" she remarked curiously, but of course smiling all the more. Ears perked high on her brow. "Do you come here a lot?" she flickered her small tail as she was constantly looking at things through the corner of her eyes, wanting to take everything in. Syria eyed other fillies and colts dashing through streets playing and she felt herself wanting to join in, she missed being around others and her travels with her father, well that took up a lot of time. But anything to help out, she thought to herself.
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Post by savannauni on Feb 2, 2016 9:30:41 GMT -6
"Woooow!" Aragon said looking over Syria excitedly. "I'm Aragon. The fastest horse in the whole desert!" She falsely boasted while puffing out chest ad holding her chin up trying to look strogner and bigger. "At least I will be." She said letting the air escape her chest and giggle a bit. "I usually come here once or twice a year, my mom 'n' dad like taking me whenever they're planning a trip here! Hey, you wanna play tag?" She asked Syria. "C'mon it'll be fun!" she said cheerfully as a group of foals passed.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 8, 2016 10:04:47 GMT -6
Syria || Future Ambassador || Foal
Eyes flickered up as Aragon spoke of her folks, a pang of jealousy ran through her as she wished her parents remained, but she tried her best to let it all go. Though the mere mention of playing tag lifted her spirits as if nothing had troubled her. "Yes." she squealed with delight, before suddenly rushing forwards and nipping at Aragon's mane and shouting. "Your it!" she laughed with glee before dashing forwards. She didnt' know this place well, but she tried her best to maneuver between other horses, leaving a trail of her laughter behind. Eyes took quick glances at what she was passing, oh how if she wan't playing a game she would view some of the horses wares, as she was really interested in some of those silken material. They looked so plush, so so--. Lost in thought she dashed right into an older stallion.
"S-soorry" she remarked softly and was instantly on all four dipping her head respectfully to him. Cheeks were a bright red from embarrassment and as if on cue she could just hear her father scolding her for not paying attention. Yet of course he was no where around. The older stallion merely snorted and looked down to her. "Best keep a look out." he merely grunted before looking away. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her rapid beating heart started to settle a bit. Though remembering she was in the middle of a game, she looked side to side wondering where Aragon was.
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