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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 21:12:03 GMT -6
Night Rush
Muiris | Hjordis
War-Colt | Wolf-mask
Hjordis has just been accepted into the Valkyries and has gone out to celebrate in one of the local bars.
Muiris struggles to sleep, so he finds himself in the same bar. Not to drink, obviously, but just to watch those that are.
Time of Day: Late at night
Timeline: Y1698
Weather: Nice and cool with slight cloud cover
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 21:27:28 GMT -6
M U I R I S
of War-Forged
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The night had long since come over Onea, the moon's light replacing the sun's, accompanied by thousands of twinkling stars. It would have been a beautiful night, had the clouds above decided to turn in for the night. Instead, they continued to cover the light from the stars, only showing them when they decided to drift away to better skies. Muiris found himself wandering down the roads of Skeldr Town, his shod hooves clopping against the worn cobblestone streets. His breath swirled before his muzzle as he let out soft puffs through his nostrils, but it certainly wasnt too cold. The temperature was just perfect, giving him a small shiver down his skin as a cool breeze shuffled through his roan coat.
The streets were quiet, lights dancing in the windows of buildings as he passed. Most businesses were closed by now, save for restaurants or bars or medical services. If any equine was still out and about, they would be in one of those.. most likely in that order. The large stallion scoffed to himself at the thought, narrowing his eyes as he peered in through one of the windows of the bar. His breath fogged up the window, but he could still see the forms of the equine inside.
Perhaps he could stop for a while. While he wasnt a very avid drinker, especially when alone, he didnt mind popping in the bars every now and then to see if he knew anyone. Besides, it was fun just observing. Some horse folk could be incredible fools when under the influence.
Stepping away from the window, the raider turned and pushed open the door. He was met by an overwhelming smell of alcohol and bright lights from lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The warm lights danced of his roan coat making his markings seem to glow. He weaved his way around both the sober and drunk, careful not to step on any hooves or get bumped into himself. He didnt need to go home smelling like liquor.
He placed himself in the back of the bar, corner booth, just where he liked it. The waitress brought him a water and he thanked her with a soft smile before turning his attention back to the crowd. With how much drink he could smell on their breath, and how late the night had run, he was sure someone was going to try to break into a fight soon. And he would be here to send them on their way.
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Post by Wolf-mask on Feb 6, 2017 22:18:36 GMT -6
Hjordis
Loud shouting, the smell of cheap and fine alcohol, and the warm atmosphere made Hjordis feel right at home in the bar. The warm lighting of the fires and torches lit around the room and the warm liquor settled into her belly made her feel content, even though this was only the second time she’d ever gone drinking. Hjordis rarely drank until she was drunk, but tonight was an exception to that rule. Earlier this morning she had woken up to Hira summoning her to the War-Lord’s stronghold. The mare could hardly believe it, even as she was escorted by Valkyries to the War-Lord that afternoon after practically drifting to the front door of the stone fortress. It didn’t take long, just a quick chat with the War-Lord, and Hjordis was sworn in as one of the Valkyries. I’ll have to move all my stuff to the barracks tomorrow. Hjordis had thought as she stepped foot into the bar with a joyous grin on her face. Now, hours later that she had lost track of, she was drunk off her ass at the bar counter. If the newly named Valkyrie had to guess, she was possibly on her fourth drink of the night. In all honesty Hjordis didn’t give a damn if it was her fourth drink or her tenth. Currently she was in a dazed stupor, staring off into the distance as she sipped at her liquor. Her eyes drifted over to a newcomer to the bar, a giant of a stallion with roan markings. Her eyes narrowed temporarily, sizing up the stallion before turning back to her drink and downing the rest of it. Drunken ideas crossed her mind. Dumb, drunken ideas that if she were sober, she probably would have considered more. Hjordis wanted to fight something. Not out of spite, not out of anger, just for the pure lust of battle. With the Valkyrie’s drunken mind decided, Hjordis lifted her head off the wood counter and stumbled away from her spot at the bar. Her normally observant eyes scanned the crowd for a worthy opponent. What did Hjordis deem to be a worthy opponent? Any horse that was bigger and meaner looking than her. Even without her alcohol addled mind, Hjordis would’ve picked the same opponents. Suddenly, her eyes locked upon a giant chestnut bay stallion, obviously of draft descent. He some horse Hjordis had never met, and now that she was going to fight them, probably never again. Hjordis smirked as she started to walked her way through the crowd and over to the stallion, with minimal stumbling.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 20:27:56 GMT -6
M U I R I S
of War-Forged
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The stallion quietly sipped on his water, only speaking when he had to call the waitress over for a refill. His trained gaze continued to scan the bar, latching on to those who moved the most. So far, everyone seemed to be on the peaceful side. Even those who were stumbling on the spot seemed to be in good spirits. Another scan across the room caught another staring at him. His soft amber eyes locked onto hers, his brow quirking as it seemed like the mare was sizing him up. He grew uncomfortable, not sure if he should hold the stare or look away. He brought his drink to his lips for a sip, pretending to look busy, but she had already moved on.
Sighing softly, sending a ripple through his water, he opted to keeping an eye on the mare in question. She looked as if though she had had quite the amount of drinks, and she had an energy about her that no one else had. He took note of her speckled grey coat and fine white blaze that ran down her face.
He patiently waited, watching as she turned to scan the crowd. Her mind seemed to be spinning, scheming.
Then, she stood, only partially stumbling through the crowd. Muiris followed her gaze across the bar to a rather large chestnut stallion, draft blood obvious in his figure. The stallion's head tipped to the side ever so slightly as he watched curiously. It was possible that the smaller mare knew the stallion and only wanted to go over for a chat, but that didnt stop Muiris from watching her like a hawk.
However, his intuition told him he had might as well get a little closer. He had done this enough times that he didnt exactly trust the situation. Finishing his water in one gulp, he pushed himself back up onto his hooves. He slowly started meandering his way toward the mare and the large stallion, pretending to scan the crowd, but keeping an eye on them in the process.
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