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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Mar 5, 2017 22:45:03 GMT -6
FINDING HOME ft. hh-harley's Vidalia and Sargeant-Knoxx's Synn.
-------- Bloody Flank-Clan Encampment | Early Evening | Spring 1692 --------
One of the dwindling fleet of the once withering Bloody Flank-Clan has returned to the encampment with precious cargo- fresh blood. After coming across a ship bound for New Valore with a hull of potential slaves and bait horses the group of raiders saw their chance to increase their numbers and spare the horses of an ill-earned fate of servitude. Unfortunately, lodging in the encampment is hard to come by and until new homes can be erected many are being housed in Ghosthold and surrounding huts. Synn, a new face herself is saddled with a young filly.. Harboring a dislike for strangers and children alike the arrangement has the older mare on edge.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Mar 5, 2017 23:21:57 GMT -6
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"She's just a child," he'd said. "We have no other choice," he'd said. "It's temporary." he'd said. All of those things which he had said, mattered little to Synn. Though she had said nothing in return- it simply wasn't her place to deny, no matter how ridiculous the request sounded. Fact of the matter was- the dappled mare was being asked to share her already sparse space with another body. A child nonetheless. As these selfish thoughts ran through her head it became easy to ignore the drop in temperature. Spring may have been here, but the nights were still bitterly cold. Snow crunched ambiently beneath splintering hooves as she begrudgingly entered the hut, knowing her house-mate would be arriving shortly from the already over-crowded Ghosthold.
Synn shook her mane of frost and pulled close the awkwardly hinged door to preserve what little heat there was. One could only hope this youth knew their place she wasn't sure she could withhold her temper if the child was a groveling and demanding brat... Without even realizing, she began to pace, if you could call such a short movement in that small a space pacing. Meanwhile, a bitter taste had taken residence in her mouth and throat.. No, Synn thought to herself, she needed to know her place.. If the clan needed something of her, then by the gods it was up to her to comply.. If she could do anything to better the clan in her present state of limbo then it was up to her to ensure that her task was completed. She owed them her life after all..
Pausing her step, the chimeric horse gave a flick of her tail and sighed in frustration. She would house the child, and first thing the next day, she would help the clan with construction. That was, if they didn't want her to babysit too.. "Godesses of the Earth and Sea, give the strength.." she growled under her breath, a torn ear flicking at the sound of approaching hoof-falls. Green eyes turned to the make-shift door in anticipation, her thick coat bristling.
|Post| 1 |WC| 350 |Notes| Hope this works! So excited to RP this gal after so long. I promise, she's not grumpy all the time. Feel free to use an NPC to bring her in or utilize the one I already have started.
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Post by hey-stardust on Apr 4, 2017 19:43:54 GMT -6
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VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Shrouded in a pelt so worn a seasoned hunter would struggle to name what creature it had once belonged to, Vidalia stumbled off the Ghosthold with about as much grace as a fish has on land. Her stiff joints almost giving out as they disembarked - tiny, cloven hooves struggling for purchase in the muddied snow. Even with the touch of spring that softened the characteristic, bitter bite of the frozen wasteland that the Bloody Flanks called home, was not enough to stop the filly from pining her mother’s side, desperate for the warmth and familiarity it once held. Sparse rations spread amongst the mouths of many had left her body wanting during the voyage, forcing it into overdrive to try and stave off the cold, burning what little fat she had with each violent shiver.
Perhaps moved by her plight, or simply eager to get the new recruit to step over the threshold before Synn could possibly contemplate more drastic measures at denying them entry, a guide was quick to usher Vidalia towards her new living quarters. Her tired eyes could not resist taking in the settlement that lay before her as they walked - the rough, mismatched assortment of building materials reminding her of days now long gone in Sirith, salvaging items that could make the night's rest a little more comfortable.
As abruptly as they met, the escort hastily pawned her off to the scout once they reached the door - exchanging nothing but a curt greeting and a forceful nudge from behind that sent the mule careening headfirst into the cabin so he could make his leave, wedging the door firmly shut behind him before Synn had the chance to object. Dishevelled and dirty, with scabs across her knees and a wandering gaze, Vidalia was instinctively drawn to the sound as she regained her footing and turned her head to look back at the egress, ears flattening against her neck; unsettled that she seemed to be, yet again, held in a place against her will, though unable to deny that the stifling cabin was already easing the ache in her bones from the fire retained within it.
coded by pinn @ thqis our skin to keep the world out, or our bodies in?
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on May 19, 2017 13:37:23 GMT -6
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The door opened with a grating noise that caused Synn's ears to twitch back. "Hm.." her head snapped around to glance at what the bitter cold had brought in. What the mare saw pulled her heart in different directions.. One one had, she felt the apprehension and outrage come bubbling back up, and on the other hand, pity. Pity. Jaded eyes sought the battered creature's guide but he was quick to retreat and close the door as it had been before. Bright side, the ashen equine wouldn't have to open her mouth about taking the youth somewhere warmer.. Synn sighed inwardly, unwilling to break the silence just yet- the long-eared scrap was gazing about herself after a less than graceful entrance, then back at the door as if expecting it to either open or become locked indefinitely. Synn was no good at reading newcomers, and this scrawny imp was no different- even so, with a little empathy, the prickly mare was able to reign in her temper and fustration..
"You look like shit.." she grumbled, noting the thin pelt that hung on her hut-mate's skinny little body. The tall mare turned her back on the filly then, wandering to the shallow pit that held a fire at it's half life. In truth- standing there in the low light- Synn probably didn't look much better, none of them did. Bones showed and scars ached, that's what the winter did. "What is it they call you then?" Ghostly green teke wrapped around a singed branch as Synn tended to the flames, eyes locked there.
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Post by hey-stardust on May 28, 2017 4:37:16 GMT -6
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VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Hearing Synn start to move about the cabin meant that Vidalia was suddenly very aware she was trapped in the room with a stranger. Tensing slightly, her attention honed back in on the mare, habit made her anticipate the worst, though Synn merely crossed the room in a few, rigid steps and tended to the feeble fire. As logs were shifted and flames began to consume their twisted forms, glittering embers erupted from the pit and made the light bounce wickedly off Synn's scars; they drew Vidalia's eye in, and curiosity began to override some of her fear. She didn't hold enough courage to ask, but she still wondered how one could have amassed such a collection of bloody memories.
"You look like shit..."
When Synn finally acknowledged her presence, anger and embarrassment were quick to rise at the offhand comment; though there was certainly truth to it, the insult still stung and Vidalia could not help but recoil slightly, neck curling and tucking her chin in. Bathing might not have been her favourite activity back home, but at least she had had some semblance of say in the matter; the voyage out here however, well... It made one appreciate the more difficult days back home all the more.
"What is it they call you then?"
The words refused to come at all at first, so she simply stood there with mouth agape, searching. It felt peculiar, trying to talk aloud after spending so many weeks alone trapped inside her own head. The mule's unforeseen time abroad had kept her surrounded by a crowd too caught up in their own fears about what the future held for them, to be able to console strangers with more than a few empty words and the occasional muzzle touch.
"Vid... Vidalia," She stumbled over her own name and almost left it at that, face flushing in agitation, but it didn't feel right, not if this was truly where she was meant to stay. "Who are you?"
coded by pinn @ thqI've lost faith, the forest's changed.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on May 28, 2017 12:46:57 GMT -6
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When the filly spoke, her voice was coarse. Synn could only imagine that it was a lack of regular use that caused a voice to sound like that. She knew, and was familiar. The pity didn't fade at this realization. Not by much. The welp was so young, and yet the young usually benefited from hardship. What didn't kill you out there made you stronger. It made Synn stronger- perhaps in debt... But stronger. It was, a colorful name. Vidalia. It sounded southern, but what were names? Certainly not what made an equine. No, they were simply noises made to get ones attention. An individual was made of their grit, self worth, and actions alone. Not by a name. That said, there was little hope for this young girl in returning to wherever it was she came from- the north would be her home now. That was of course if she survived the biting winds and the land's even more dangerous inhabitants.. Her fate was in the hands of the earth now, and her own perseverance.
"Vidalia.", she tested the name on her tongue, and her eyes wandered away from the fires to look at the filly in her question. The gaze was appraising, and the mare scoffed lightly at the leggy scrap by the door. She hadn't moved an inch, but her face was animated enough to know that Synn had probably stepped on the wee-creature's feelings. "Synn," the mare stated simply, setting the stoker down away from the pit before speaking again, "Come stand here. Unless your hooves are frozen to the ground.." Synn stepped away from the fire and moved to an opposite corner, retrieving a branch and splitting the thing in half before gingerly placing it over the flames to be consumed. She was quiet for some time, ears laid back in thought, though she stole no more glances at Vidalia.
|Post| 3 |WC| 315 |Notes| //holds the onion
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Post by hey-stardust on Sept 16, 2017 3:15:54 GMT -6
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VIDALIA | BLOODY FLANKS | RAIDER
Vidalia did not appreciate Synn’s appraisal of her; the gaze sending her sharply back to her time amongst the slave traders, their eyes hungry and calculating, weighing up her worth as they forced an iron bit between her teeth and hobbled what little dignity she had left. The scout did none of these things however, merely giving her name as asked, along with a suggestion to move away from the door. Vidalia’s gold eyes returned to the fire as she mulled over her limited options, it's hazy warmth was slowly wearing down her stubborn resolve, and she found her eyelids growing heavy as sleep sought to embrace her. It’s not like she could run from here, the cold would consume her within hours…
With a huff and pinning of ears at this realisation, the mule stepped forward tentatively and watched the grey mare suspiciously, as though waiting for a trap to spring. When nothing happened, she let herself slump to the floor, tucking her spindly legs beneath her to nestle into a threadbare fur. She continued to eye Synn like a cynical cat, head bobbing and nose touching the floor on occasion as she fought off the want to doze.
She wouldn’t succumb to it, not until the gruff scout did, that she was sure about.
the onion is held (albeit begrudgingly) im sorry this took so long to get back to q-q coded by pinn @ thqthis doesn't look like home.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Feb 13, 2018 2:04:55 GMT -6
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"Humanity is not Honor-"
The ashen equine knelt down on a dense caribou hide as the flames within the pit licked hungrily at the sparse kindling she was able to provide, sparks spitting out in small spurts as she added another stick and the flickering logs began to tire. The mare wondered how such a young creature had gotten caught up with slavers anyhow.. Synn swallowed hard when she thought about what it would be like if it had been Katja ushered through that door. Her own sister was hardly younger than Vidalia.
Glancing up at the shuffling of limbs, she noticed the long-earedfilly join her by the fire, begrudgingly sitting across the way with a sharpness about her visage. The humor that touched the scout's eyes was brief, fleeting and unresolved before her gaze returned to the meager pool of warmth between them. For being so weak and so small the brat sure had spirit. that would help in the coming months. Tending to the embers again the minutes seemed to drag on and Synn was impressed by the silence- surely a child's curiosity was insatiable. Her's had been. Glancing up she breathed a sigh at the sight before her.. The poor girl had started to doze, eyes fluttering shut and head nodding. In that moment she was just a kid- defenseless and lost. Pity welled stronger in her chest again, tightening her throat uncomfortably.
"Mm.." Rising from her post the horse quietly crossed the small space and drew her heavy bear pelt from the pile and gave it a light shake to rid it of frost and dust. Turning back 'round she draped the fur over the narrow shoulders of the young unicorn. Stubborn..
"Don't worry kid.. you'll be fine." the mare whispered, turning away to return to the fireside and settle in for the night. Tomorrow would be a new start for them both.
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