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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 22:06:22 GMT -6
Steady Steps Gulliver | Mai War-Colt | Arly-Barly-Wartek
The morning sun has just barely risen, but Gulliver has been up for hours. The typical late sleeper decided to take a jog due to not sleeping well the night before, finding himself down a hidden path right off the War Lord's Road. Little does he know, theres a stranger needing help in the distance.
Time of Day: Morning
Timeline: Summer, 1699
Weather: Warm and sunny with a light breeze
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 22:19:16 GMT -6
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Gulliver had found himself awake before the sun, grumbling to himself as he pulled a small pelt over his shoulders. He was typically a late riser, waiting until the sun was well on its way to the high point of the sky before finally rolling out of bed. However, the night before had been a stressful one full of picky clients, leaving the stallion in a restless sleep and awake before he had wanted to be.
So instead of picking around his dark, lonely house, he took to the trails. It was typical for him to jog every morning, though he normally did it with the sun on his back. Obsessed with keeping the weight from his childhood off his sides, be kept his body and muscles toned with constant exercise. His hooves pounded into the packed dirt road, his breath coming out in puffs with each stride. His nostrils flared, his ears flicked back to keep out of he wind. His thick coat ruffled in the breeze.
About an hour into his run, a thin layer of sweat started to form on his coat, darkening his painted pelt under the glowing light of the rising sun. He slowed to a brisk walk, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in deep breaths of warm summer air. Bugs buzzed at his ears and eyes. His long forelock fell over his eye. He turned to watch the sun rise, slowing his breath to allow his lungs to calm.
Oh, how he despised the rise of the sun. If he could see it, it meant he was up too early. If Ignacio had meant for the sunrise to be seen, he would have put it later in the day, the stallion thought to himself with a huff before turning back to his path and wandering down a small, deer-made trail. He could hear the soft trickle of a river near by and he was parched. |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Apr 18, 2017 18:00:16 GMT -6
Mai had gone out for one of her infamous jogs, the weather was fairly cool but it struck Mai's very core. The tall filly had gone out without her cloak and she was of course suffering for it...As were her feet.
Her father had warned her in the evening to be careful and to take a break. Her feet were splitting again, they were gored and bleeding like never before. Mai simply went to bed, her feet bandaged up. Pfsh, that was rest enough. She couldn't just sit around and let her body get mushy. She was determined to become a valkyrie. It meant she had to run harder than before, faster than before, longer than before- It was of course tiring but Mai wasn't going to let the large stallions continue to push her around like they did for a majority of her foalhood.
She hadn't exactly taken note of where she was heading... Some trees shielded the sky, creating a rather dark...lonely path. It must have been hours on her journey when suddenly, she felt sharp pain shoot through her legs. Mai's wings ruffled and stretched out wide from her body in shock. She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice bouncing off the trees. Her voice echoed, ringing over the tree tops and creating a rather...Ghostly sound.
Mai was in a heap on the floor, covered in dirt. She pulled up her foreleg to stare at the deeply split hoof that resembled a unicorn's.
There was blood seeping into the dirt beneath her hoof, she whimpered in pain with tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to cry. She refused to.
Of course it was no use.
Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as she wailed in agony. Her wings folding up above her to hide her body as much as she could- If any war-forged stallion were to come across her body, she'd be mocked for people so weak and pathetic.
Owh.
She shifted her other foreleg, dragging it through the dirt.... Her hoof was just as deformed.... Mai pressed her face into the dirt beside her legs, blowing hard into the soil.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!!" Mai cursed, throwing her head up to stomp her hooves against the ground- Nope. Grrr!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 16:24:52 GMT -6
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Seconds passed.
Silence fell.
With a shrug, he dipped his head back down for another drink, mumbling softly to himself, but before his lips could even touch the cool surface of the water, another screen interrupted him. Snorting, the water before his muzzle danced before he pulled his head back up and stared back in the direction of the sound. Had he not been a medic, he would have ignored it, but.. this was his job.
With a sigh, he splashed through the cool stream over to the other side, taking on a quick footed jog in the direction of the screams. It wasnt long before the slight scent of blood filled his nostrils, causing him to jump into a springy lope. Ah shit, he thought to himself, teeth gritted together. He was only hoping he wasnt too late.
He came skidding onto the small path, crashing through brush and grass, coming to a stop before a heap of a mare. His brow furrowed as he stared down at the feathery bundle, his gaze instantly shifting to her cracked and bleeding hooves.
"How the hell did you not make it on the last slave trade ship?" He grumbled, flicking his forelock from his face. There was no way he could see one with hooves that bad be allowed to stay in the herd; what use were they? "Or is War-Forged getting soft under Hira's rein?" Another huff left his lips before he took a step forward, lowering his head to get a better look at the fallen mare's hooves.
"What are you doing all the way out here with hooves that bad?" NOTE: turning this in for AP at this point, can continue the rp if wanted |
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