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Post by kaiyacksoda on Apr 26, 2017 11:48:50 GMT -6
Gulliver & Newt:
"Hang in There, Kid"
war-colt & intotherealwild
Setting/Plot:
Miles from Skeldr Town, oblivious to the harsh environment and possible threats that come with trekking along the mountainside, young Newt and Cricket clamber through the unmarked terrain. More eager to find the next adventure than best fertilizer, they make their way past their father's assignment to retrieve new supplies until Cricket's day-dreaming wrecks Newt's plan of escape. With a wobbly loss of ground, Cricket topples off a loose edge only to of course, bring Newt down with him. Luckily the ledge was not too far of a drop, though the twin's right hind leg seems to be broken along with a severely scraped hip. Seemingly miles away from home, or anyone for that matter, the two decide to hobble back up to solid ground to the best of their capability, though any pressure on their right hindquarter seems to worsen the pain dramatically. Their chances of returning home without a lifetime injury doesn't look good until they come across an odd house built into the side of a sturdy rock-face. Their only hope of returning to sound movement, lying behind those doors. |
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Apr 26, 2017 13:15:32 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket (NPC)
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Newt gasped in pain as their first soil-colored hoof struck out onto solid ground, rocks digging into their frog, it was a mere second before Cricket's two front legs managed to leap forward onto the stable landing, allowing Newt to pull up their second foreleg. The buckskin twins threw their heads down simultaneously as they heaved there weight into their shoulders and each of their two front legs, finally managing to pull their injured hind end out of the merciless terrain they'd fallen into some time before. They wheezed in attempt to hold up their right hind leg, Cricket's face twisted into that of sharp agony, a face he'd only display for a moment before correcting it with a tired sigh; pain was not something the teen wanted to share. He learned that while he was quiet young, still tumbling around on long foal legs.
Meanwhile, the smaller of the two splayed their front legs in attempt to compensate for the extra weight on their side. Newt's pinned ears and furrowed brow said enough of their opinion, disappointment and anger written clearly across their features, "It shouldn't be too difficult for you to keep at least one eye on where you're going, should it?!" What started as a yell, quickly faded into an exhausted sentence, though that didn't prevent Newt from peeling apart their teeth and snapping into the hard muscle of their brother's neck, which was quickly returned with a nip to the side of their face.
"Let's just get going." Muttered Cricket in slight defense, "Dad's gonna kill us for taking so long anyway, especially for not picking up what we were supposed to." and the boy's eyes fell in slight defeat.
Newt's ears quickly raised toward their brother, as did their look of irritation, "I don't give a whiff about Sacar." Growled the neatly-trimmed teen. Up until an hour ago, their plan was headed right on track, they would be sent over to Skeldr Town by request of their father in search of a few items, only to slip past the busy sound of socialization and head swiftly to the seducing sound of isolation. If only for a few hours, Newt would relish the deep curves of the mountains and the smell of the cold air, enjoying the short-lived peace away from their siblings... Well, most of them. A tempting scenario that the young Iberian cross would all but mind nestling away in for a few weeks-- months-- yea-- Yet the child was pulled out from their wonderful ideals by a ridiculous slip up made by their dofus of a twin brother. Catching a loose piece of footing alongside a narrow ledge, the two tumbled down into rocky edges. Luckily, the cliff was no more than a mere few feet deep, allowing them to clumsily climb out of the rut, no thanks to their injured hind leg.
"How do you even suspect we'll be able to make it back now? We'll be so broken by the time we reach home, we'll be shipped off to Aodh!"
"Well, don't yell at me!"
"Well, it's your fault!" Newt's exterior was slowly shifting to that of worry as they combated their brothers pathetic reasonings. With a quick change of pace, Newt ignored Cricket's look of shame as they peered forward onto the unmarked trail. Ears forward and now head low, they began to trudge forward, forcing their twin to do the same, their hind quarter bouncing to a rather pathetic, rhythmic limp.
An hour had seemingly passed by now, or so the two would have hoped, both of their faces now scrunched to the biting pain in their hip. Cricket silently complained and requested for breaks through an obnoxious sigh or slowed pace, which was generously ignored. Though now ineffective due to their lameness, Newt's tempo was powerful and determined, as they always seemed to be in their work. Still, the young farmers could only power-through for so long. It almost seemed to be a blessing from Kaia when they happened upon a dull-colored and oddly placed house that seemed merely shoved into the side of the mountain, "Perfect!" Exclaimed Cricket, just a single ounce of hope seemed to replenish the colt's stamina instantly, though Newt was more cautious.
"No, Cricket. We can't just--" but before they new it, Newt was being dragged to the front step of the quiet home, only for Cricket to instantly paw at the wooden door frame in hopes of an answer. If the home-owner didn't have access to a medic, the least they could do was warm up somewhere dry and rest until they could regain their energy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 19:59:55 GMT -6
GULLIVER
"Sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said."
The morning started off as it did every morning for the finned stallion; a jog to loosen up his stiff joints. He took his usual path; a small, mostly even one that looped around and above his home in the side of the mountain. His favorite spot was in the middle of his trail, where he could stop and look down. He could see the roof of his house and the tops of the trees that laid before it. He stood quietly in his break, a leg cocked as he tried to catch his breath. The dull ache in his back legs had slowly started to go down, no only an annoyance rather than a hindrance. This made the medic smile; perhaps he could get through the day without an episode?
The sound of voices reached his ears and the painted stallion's brow furrowed. He glanced over the edge of the path, noticing a pair of fellows making way toward his door. While he could not entirely make them out from his place among the ledge, he had a feeling that they were not going to leave anytime soon. Grumbling to himself, he dipped down to pick up the damp towel that he had dropped to his hooves. Wrapping it around his neck, he took off in a steady lope, picking his way down the path to meet the strangers at his door before they had a chance to try anything. As far as he was concerned, they could be Vagabonds looking to take advantage of his secluded life style.
It didnt take him long to slip down the path, rounding the corner slowly as to not make his guests aware of his presence. His lungs gasped for air, but he took slow, quiet breaths. His thick mane clung to his sweaty neck, causing him to shake his head to hopefully allow himself to cool off. He slowly approached the strangers, squinting as he tried to figure out why one horse looked as though it had two heads.
They are probably just standing close together, he told himself.
He pulled the damp towel from his neck, flicking it at his side before clearing his throat. His heavy steps sounded loud against the packed path.
"Can I help you two?" He rasped, his eyes narrowed and small ears shifted back as he edged his way closer. He noticed the fins on their back and sides, nodding slowly to himself. Closer and closer he got with each step, and he grew more and more confused. There were two equine before him.. right? Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him? This was not the first time he could have ended up dehydrated from his job.
However, his head felt find and his vision seemed clear. There was no way this was a tick.
One horse, two heads.
The medic stopped dead in his tracks, flaming red eyes wide and jaw slack.
What the hell?
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Sept 5, 2017 12:35:01 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket (Current NPC)
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Newt's ears flicked as they listened to a faint crunching of foliage and suppressed gasps for air. They had to re-position their shoulders and front legs to view the strange stallion from around Cricket's fat head, scrunching their eyes and muzzle as a sharp pain ran through their stifle at the small movement. Though that didn't stop their brother from spinning around with an even stronger force, not leaving Newt with any other option but to do the same.
Head now pounding and a look of exhaustion from being pulled around by their sibling, Newt did little more than glare toward the roan stranger before the spoke up.
"Excuse me!" Cricket rang out before Newt cut him off, "We're looking for somewhere to warm up; we.. hmm.. fell." They said through gritted teeth in their siblings direction, "and won't be able to make our way home in one trip."
"Yeah!" Cricket chirped in again, "is this your home?"
At this point, Newt's hope was already fleeting due to the look on the stallion's face. They were used to it at this point, yet were still just as annoyed at it's common occurrence. Though Newt refused to feel shame at they and their brother's handicap. Embarrassment instead replaced by direct determination to prove they're just as capable. Though at the moment, in their wounded state, it didn't seem like their was much point. |
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