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Post by cogaidh on Jan 26, 2017 19:23:10 GMT -6
The Aftermath Unfolds
Semi-Private RP
Open to Herders and Valkyries from War Forged Plot 302
Year 1700, Summer, After the events of Chapter III
Kathra has led the Valkyrie and remaining Herders to a place they can safely rest
for the night, but Otama isn't finding much sleep. Plagued by her thoughts and her
injury she lays awake.
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 26, 2017 19:24:58 GMT -6
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. She had a very hard time sleeping, she had mostly refused the pain killing herbs as to not become senseless. The young mule almost regretted that now as the pain lanced up her heavily splinted leg in waves that made sleeping impossible. Her leg was awkwardly splayed in front of her, resting on a few pillows to stabilize it. Òtama didn’t even want to look at her leg, the looks she had been getting from her fellow Valkyries had been enough to tell her just how bad it was. Her mind instead focused on what she would do when they returned to Skeldr Town; breaking the news to her grandparents was the first thing she would have to do, but she had another plan forming.
The Bloody Flank that had taken her leg had been moving just fine on her prosthetic and that showed it was possible to fight with one. So she focused on just how she would get a prosthetic for herself, instead of reliving that terrible few moments over and over in her head. Her sisters-in-arms had left her alone so she could rest but… she would have preferred to have stayed with them to listen to their conversations. It would have helped her from falling into a self-deprecating spiral. She berated herself on her lack of conviction in the fight, for not heading in for a crippling blow herself. Òtama had thought herself ready to take a life in a fight, but in reality she wasn’t.
She would be now though, she had seen just how blood thirsty the Flanks had been and she knew she would have to be just as vicious in her fights against them. They cared not that the herders had been defenseless, they had been willing to kill them just to steal what the herders had worked for years to obtain. She had been holding back on a few things, uncertainty limiting her actions in her training, now she knew she couldn’t hold back anymore…
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 26, 2017 20:00:14 GMT -6
Chirin
War-Forged | Herder
 Chirin stood outside the house, taking in the crisp night air. Maple sat beside him, licking at a paw that the colt assumed she had sprained. Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, the colt walked forwards into the vast field. Silently telling Maple to stay, the colt worked himself into a brisk trot. He could smell the ocean, so he wasn't that far from his home. Maybe a thirty minute run, give or take how fast he went.
Otama wasn't doing so well. Chirin didn't need to be a Medic to know that. There was a tea he kept at home he used to calm his Apana whenever a bad storm had hit. Another tea was one he would drink himself after a hard day of working late. It was one that would make whoever drank it drowsy. Sleep aids seemed like something the mare would need.
Still hyped from all the adrenaline, Chirin burst into a break-neck sprint, heading for his home.
The moon above lit the field very well, and it wasn't long until Chirin saw the shadowy shape of his home. Or at least, it didn't feel like it had been that long. The sound of waves crashing on the cliff was a calming noise the colt was happy to hear again. Pushing the door to his house open, Chirin made his way to the desk he kept the tea bags in. Grabbing six of each and throwing them into a smaller baggie, he also lifted out a soft, thick, fleecy white blanket from a chest by the door.
Throwing that over his chainmail, the colt closed the door and began his sprint back. It was easy to pinpoint the house from the light of the fireplace flickering in the windows. There were other Valkyries standing out side, and he greeted them with a nod before entering the house, Maple following close behind.
Stepping softly, the colt nosed open the door to the room Otama was staying in. Placing the baggie of teas by her splinted leg, he kept his voice low and quiet, “I brought you some things I though might help, miss.”
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 26, 2017 20:42:52 GMT -6
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. Time seemed to drag by for her, she tried to sift positions but her immobile leg made that nearly impossible to do. She could just barely hear the murmur of voices from outside and but even her ears weren’t good enough to make out anything. Pawing her good right leg absently on the floor she tried to get her mind to blank, though she was having little success on that front. If they had given her a lantern and a book she could have probably distracted herself. No, she was supposed to rest. With a sigh, her head thumped down onto a pillow, it was not right for her to try to be angry at her sisters, that was just her mind trying to find someone other than herself to blame.
The sound of quiet hoof steps outside the door had her ears perking up and with the door was nosed open she lifted her head a little to see who was coming in. It was the young colt, Chirin, the one who had fought just as hard as the Valkyries against the Bloody Flanks. She tilted her head as he set a bag of something near her splinted leg. She felt her heart soften a little at his quiet voice, she had always liked children.
“You don’t need to call me miss,” Òtama said with a small smile, “but I won’t stop you if you want to.” She herself was known for calling anyone she met sir or ma’am so she knew how strong polite social manners could be. She struggled to right herself a little, shifting on the cushions that had been placed for her on the ground. “What did you bring?”
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