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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2017 22:20:20 GMT -6
A Slippery Slope
Muiris | Mai
War-Colt | Arly-Barly-Wartek
A terrible snowstorm has hit Onea, leaving all who inhabit it locked indoors or at the mercy of nature herself. Muiris and Mai both find themselves searching for a good place to hide from the storm.
Time of Day: Evening
Timeline: Year 1699
Weather: Snowy af
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2017 22:41:44 GMT -6
Muiris  I SPOKE TO THE DEVIL TODAY, AND HE SWEARS HE'S NOT TO BLAME
AND I UNDERSTOOD, CAUSE I FEEL THE SAME Winter had come, once again, in full force. The wind howled through the trees, dark clouds formed before the sun, and a brisk chill set in across Onea. While most had taken to sticking indoors, one particular stallion did not have such a luxury. Indoors for him was a green canvas tent; a green canvas tent that happened to be toppled over from the force of the wind and unbearable weight of the falling snow. The large stallion left deep, long tracks in his wake as he crawled across the side of the mountain, his long hair whipping against his neck and legs as he paused every now and then to glance back in the direction he had come. His thick coat was coated in speckles of snow, ice forming on his beard.
Muiris enjoyed the cold weather. He felt as though it was refreshing and a good way to keep oneself going. However, blizzards were a whole different story. He hated the wind. He hated the ice. He hated tip toeing across the mountainside, as any wrong step could lead to him slipping and falling to an awful snow-buried death.
Heaving a sigh, misty breath swirling around his muzzle, he turned his soft amber gaze back to the path, or rather lack of a path, before him. He knew there was cover ahead- a cave of some sorts that had been long abandoned. He shifted his bag of sorted possessions upon his back and pressed forward.
By the time he made it to the cave, he had ice clinging to his thick feathering and snow packed tightly in his hooves. With the wind now off his back as he entered the enclosure, he gave himself a good shake before tapping his hooves against the tall stone walls in attempt to unpack his hooves. He slid his back to the floor with a clunk and turned to watch the raging snow outside the opening of the cave.
His lips pressed together as he slowly lowered himself to the ground, tucking his legs against his large body as he leaned back against the cave wall. He really hoped this storm would pass soon. He had work to do and this weather certainly wasnt helping. WC: 373 | Post #1 |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Mar 1, 2017 16:51:44 GMT -6
Mai had gotten caught in the snowstorm- Her worst enemy. The snow had completely engulfed her, no matter how tall her legs were; they just didn't seem to be carrying her high enough out of the snow. She could feel the wetness seeping into her bones and chipping away at what very little willpower she had. Mai was only trying to train herself against running through the storm but she didn't ask for this.
Thankfully, wearing her ursa major cloak, the head covering her own as she panted heavily trying to keep her breath going. It was almost as if her very breath was turning into ice, her lungs burned and squeezed her with each deep inhalation she took. She didn't even want to think about what was going to happen to her feet.... Probably fall off... Well, it's been a good run Mai. She thought to herself, her snorting becoming heavier and heavier as she staggered through the deep snow. Up above though... Hope?
A cave! Mai bolted forwards, curling her wings tightly against her body to try and retain even more warmth... She began to wonder if she could actually survive this storm and make it back to seeing her father.
She stood in the entrance, masked by her cloak.
Her head hung low from fatigue, the large head of the deceased creature masking any horse like resemblance. She was barely able to make it through the snow. With her ribs rising and falling from how hard it was to breath... She stumbled forwards, her snorting rattling off the cave walls like deep growls.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 7:44:19 GMT -6
Muiris I SPOKE TO THE DEVIL TODAY, AND HE SWEARS HE'S NOT TO BLAME
AND I UNDERSTOOD, CAUSE I FEEL THE SAME It wasnt long before watching the rhythmic flow of the snow started to make his eyelids grow heavy, his head bobbing every now and then as he struggled to keep himself awake. He loved the feel of the cold air, and now the cold stone against his pelt. Taking a quick nap certainly wouldnt kill him; its not like he had anything better to do. He wasnt really one to explore caves.. not that he wanted to know what could be residing there with him.
It was then that his eyes sprang open, the sleep jolted from his body. The sound of growls and snorts echoed through the cave, a sound scraping across the ground.
Claws?
Scrambling to his hooves, the stallion slowly took steps back toward the entrance of the cave, his breath held in his lungs with anticipation. His ears held forward in anticipation, his eyes wide as he searched the dark for whatever creature owned the sounds that echoed off the cave wall.
The looming figure of a bear emerged, shadowed from the darkness of the cave, but it was obvious what the creature was: Ursa Major.
The stallion released his breath through gritted teeth, fear rising in the pit of his gut. He didnt want to fight it; it certainly would have the advantage. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared out into the storm. It was either subdue the creature or be sentenced to his death by burial of snow.
I'm sorry.. he thought to himself as he pulled his war hammer from his side, the carefully carved stone cold to his touch. He waited, muscles tense, for the creature to step out from the shadows. He would at least give it a fair fight. WC: 289 | Post #2 NOTE: turning this in for AP at this point, can continue the rp if wanted |
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