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Post by kaiyacksoda on Apr 28, 2017 20:28:12 GMT -6
Newt & Kathra:
RP, Yet to be Named ;p
intotherealwild & Silverfallingstar
Plot/Setting:
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Apr 28, 2017 21:09:21 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket (NPC)fav.me/db6oeowintotherealwild Six hooves clapped heavily against the dirt road in almost perfect harmony. Cricket's head stayed relaxed, a neutral poll with a smooth gait. Newt on the other hand, the smaller, yet neater trimmed of the two, held their head high, creating an awkward step in their trot due to their hallow back. Newt's ears flicked forward and back, with their teal-eyed gaze quickly shifting between their twin and the seemingly iron-weighted saddlebag that lay strapped across their back, narrowly avoiding the sibling's fins, yet still creating friction between the two.
At this point, Cricket had quietly mentioned (more than once, mind you) that their twin ought to look forward and pay attention to the task at hand, yet the only result he received was pinned ears and a nip on the poll. After all, once Newt made up their mind, it was made up, especially when they didn't like something.. and they sure weren't happy about the heavy, painful bag tied around their withers.
With an unreasonable snap judgement, Newt threw their head down and kicked up their heels, sending their father's supplies scattered over the dusty road. Cricket's two front feet jumped forward in surprise while Newt's head shot up in accomplished adrenaline.
"W-what did you do, you dumb-ass?!" Cricket's angry voice boomed in their sibling's ear. "Now we gotta--"
"I know." Growled Newt in response, the consequences of their spontaneous actions, finding a quick realization. Sahcar cared for his adopted sons, sure, though you would never be able to tell from looking at him, as his strict chores always came first. This was something Newt understood well enough. They couldn't leave their father's supplies sprawled in the dirt if they hoped for dinner later that night, but boy, did it feel nice to have the leather bounds off the edge of their hippocampi fins.
With a sigh, the twins slowly pulled the shabby-looking saddlebags back onto their spine, placing each piece of their father's heavy necessities back into the pockets with care (well, Cricket at least). The rest of their walk to Skeldr Town could only be filled with dozens of uncomfortable minutes.
Post 1
WC: 362
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Post by Silverfallingstar on May 1, 2017 6:41:38 GMT -6
Kathra tightened the straps on her axe sheath before shifting her attention to the plant life around her. While the valkyrie's had no official training today, something about Hira needing to meet with the circle about some important matter, Kathra chose not to take the day off. Since the attack on the herders, the mare had been pushing herself more to master her talents and blessing. Today, she was exercising her naturist talent, starting with the plants outside skelder town.
The trees she knew, but she was mainly focused on picking out the underbrush, specifically plants that could be useful, either as a poison, as food, or as a poultice. She bent down and looked about, briefly lifting parts of the plants up with her telekinesis, running through the list of flora found in this area in her head, then let it go. She had just lifted up a fern's soft leaflets when-
"-you dumb-ass!"
The shout caused Kathra to jerk to her hooves, a slight snapping sound following as she accidentally ripped the part of the fern she'd been holding out. What the hell was that? the valkyrie thought to herself, it sounded like it came from the road. With a sigh she reluctantly dropped the limp bit of fern from her telekinetic grasp and wandered back towards the main path to Skelder town.
She soon saw the source of the shout, a young colt, no two, two young colts joined at the hip. Fins sprouted from their sides and back, along with a fish tattoo from their shoulders to their rump. The odd appearance aside, she saw from the brush they had just finished packing a saddlebag with some heavy objects, then place it back over their body. She noted one of them seeming very unhappy about the circumstance, well to be fair they both didn't seem pleased. Once again adjusting the straps on the one handed axe she emerged from the brush, and called out to the twins.
"Hey, would you like some help? Those bags seem heavy."
Post 1|WC: 341
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Post by kaiyacksoda on May 9, 2017 17:47:05 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket (npc)
Pulling their head back up with black clippers held between their teeth, Newt's dull teal eyes squinted toward the sound of an unknown voice as Cricket continued to pack supplies into their satchel; he proceeded, seemingly unnoticed. Only moments later did a scattered-colored unicorn appear from the brush, none-the-less, offering assistance. Newt hesitated. Did they really think that the two of them could not handle it? Sure the pack was uncomfortable, and Newt's attitude may have shown for a moment, but their pride was still a force to be reckoned with and they'd be damned if someone got the wrong impression of them. After all, they sure as hell were not going to be shipped off to Eithne in complaint of their weaknesses, though the twins were obviously handicapped in some departments, they had learned to hide it well over the years.
Twisting their neck to toss the black clippers into the leather saddle bags, the smaller of the two raised their head back toward the unknown unicorn, ears perked in a suspicious curiosity.
"Who are you?" Newt said this flatly and unfazed, ignoring the stranger's question deliberately, after all, there were more important matters to address. It took a moment, but Cricket soon came into realization of his sibling's dilemma; he merely rolled his eyes when they confronted the mare, how predictable.
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WC: 223
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Post by Silverfallingstar on May 10, 2017 7:36:28 GMT -6
The more feminine looking of the twins was the one who answered. The pride shown by the colt was not surprising, Kathra knew all too well how the stallions in this herd were traditionally brought up, especially if they come from one of the so called "softer" ranks. Twitching her snout a few times, she caught the scent of the farmlands and fields wafting off the pair. They were farmers, probably, or at least the sons of one, since she didn't remember Murdok mentioning a pair of conjoined twins around the apana herds.
The offer of assistance was brushed off without any semblance of acknowledgement, instead it was replied to with a question of identification. Flicking her head to adjust her bangs away from her eyes, she responded.
"My name is Kathra, I'm one of Hira's Valkyries."
She let a pause exist before asking a question of her own.
"And you two? I haven't seen you around before."
She bit back the urge to reiterate her offer to help, instead she silently held up one of the remaining objects the twins had yet to return to the satchel. She let it hover next to them as a silent polite gesture, for them to take back and return to their bags.
Hopefully the one who'd spoken would realize she wasn't about to patronize them.
Post 2|WC: 223
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