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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 19:10:09 GMT -6
Mythical Creatures
Mordecai and Rynn
Post Chapter III
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
While skirting the Vastlands, Mordecai and his young ward Falker
come across a unicorn on their travels. She seems particularly
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 20:01:11 GMT -6
M O R D E C A I
"He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"
"Keep your cloak on," Mordecai scolded with slight venom in his voice. He wouldn't bat and eye and he spun his head around to face the fourteen year-old. "This is last place you want your face to be seen. We're out in the open."
"Y-yes, sir..." Ever shameful, the youth in the cloak pulled his hood back over his mane and forelock, shielding his deep blue eyes from view. The painted colt picked up the pace beside his so-called "father."
The Vastlands was among Mordecai's least favorite places to be. The treeless plains provided little cover from the elements, and more importantly, ambushes. Now Mordecai, he was a sly stallion, and willing to cut tooth and hoof to ensure he and his little pawn got out free, but here he could pull no tricks. No brush to hide in; only shrubs and the cover of night when the moons were new. If any suitable prey came along this road, they would be happy to know that Mordecai would not be able to pull a move without being too obvious.
But, a travelling vagabond's business is never done. The duo were travelling this far south merely to trade for resources in Breim. In terms of weaponry and iron, the flimsy undergrounders were too pathetic to even glimpse at an artisan's flame. Yet, they did offer crystals, which came in handy in the rare instance that Mordecai was willing to make a trade elsewhere.
It wouldn't be much longer before they'd reach the tunnels, he figured. They would have to be, for the moons were close to rising and Ignacio's sun, their guide, had almost completely vanished over the horizon. The wolves of the night, bandits, and monsters like himself prowled at this time. But if he were to chose one place to shed blood, it would be anywhere but here.
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Post by posy-punch on Mar 16, 2017 18:20:51 GMT -6
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Following the absolute mess that occurred in Onea –what with a cultist chase followed subsequently by a horde of Ursas attacking her traveling group– Rynn had traveled to the Skytop Forest. There, again, the gods seemed to look upon her and she was reunited with several familiar friendly faces, as well as a newborn god in the shape and spirit of a kirin. One of Ignacio’s own. Even if Rynn’s loyalty lay in her lovely any goddess, she could not deny that the explosive appearance of Ignacio’s Child was any less spectacular than what she’d expect of a godly one. Now, however, she was on her journey once again down the main landmass of Sirith, her hooves sinking into the lush grasses of the Vastlands. She thought wistfully that she was simply leaving behind the fire-god’s territory in order to go back to the desert and the whipping winds where her Lady looked down with wise eyes on her Children.
“My Lady, thank you for blessing me with such wonderful signs of your presence.” The mare began to mumble, “If it had not been for your kind intercession, I dare say that I would not have survived the cold Onean territory.” Rynn pulled up the images of the attacks, feeling a jolt of sadness course through her for a moment. Remembering the Sacrifice and then of the near casualty in the fight against the Ursa Bears. “I implore You once again, for safety.” The mare blinked, feeling the sweet caress of prayer almost lull her away from her surroundings.
And then, as she rounded one of the few hills of the Vastlands, she spotted them. One shape obviously larger, and in command at that, and a smaller shape. Perhaps a child. Rynn waited for a moment, silently watching both horses as they walked in her direction. That’s when she noticed the feathers and wings, just barely peeking from the taller horse’s cloak. Instantly she startled to life, taking a calm almost dazed approach towards that couple.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 13:45:52 GMT -6
M O R D E C A I
"He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"
" . . .Still, my boy." His voice was soft and smooth, but it sliced through the air suddenly and coldly. Amidst the path they trod, he spied a figure approaching nearer, silhouetted by the Ignacio's sun as it grew closer to the horizon. His apprentice was forced to halt, coldly swallowing down his order. Mordecai could feel the youth shudder, and so, as to soothe Falker's nerves, he added with a sweet and fresh tone in his voice; "We have company."
Both equines remained still. Falker, cowering so, lowered his head to avoid eye contact and shield his face from view of the coming stranger. Mordecai possessed a proud and confident stance, golden eyes filled to the brim with judgement upon the mare. His slight frown and raised brows were meant to send signals that he was not a horse who would go down peacefully, if there was any trouble to be had for him and his young ward.
The painted mare came closer, and Mordecai took the opportunity to study her, searching for any signs of Eithne origins in her posture, garb, or speech. She was a unicorn--and a sprightly looking one at that, judging by the way she eager approached the two.
The stallion cocked a brow, and waited for her to speak...
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