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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jun 11, 2017 11:27:43 GMT -6
Misfire
RP between Sargeant-Knoxx's Synn and BlueUnicornJ13 's Aubrey
Setting: Aubrey has taken some of her recently made weapons away from the Bloody Flank camp in order to test them out and ensure their quality before she gives them to their new owners. She takes aim with a crossbow at a frozen tree trunk and, in the focus on her work, fails to notice Synn near her target until she lets loose an arrow that narrowly misses Synn’s head. Will Synn grow angry and wish to fight Aubrey for nearly killing them, or will they listen to her profuse apologies and possibly help her test the rest of her weapons?
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jun 11, 2017 12:34:19 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
It was a gray, dreary day like any other in the far northern region of Onea that the Bloody Flanks called home. The ground was icy and crunched under the spotted mare's hooves with each step she took away from the encampment. These parts were surely nothing like the region that Aubrey grew up in. Of course, the other parts of Onea got just as frigid, but the tundra was much harsher, causing one to become quite tough and thick-skinned in order to survive in this desolate environment. Part of her missed the springtime meadows in the lower regions of Onea and how the wildflowers would bloom so vividly and abundantly that, for as far as the eye could see, it seemed the world had been consumed by the brightly colored flora. Thoughts of the pain and years of abuse she went through and still suffered from came along with those few happy memories she still had of her previous home, reminding her of why she had ran away. She had wanted to escape her abusers so badly that she would have rather died trying than to live another day as a simple tool.
Aubrey snorted softly as the sound of the weapons in her bags bumping together reminded her of why she was out here. She wasn't here to mope or think of her troubled past. She was out here to test some of the weapons she had made before handing them over to her commissioners. As a blacksmith, part of her job was making the weapons and armor that the Bloody Flank ranks so desperately needed, and the other part was making sure those weapons could get the job done and keep their wielder safe. "Well, I guess this little session will be a stress reliever as well." She muttered to herself, spotting the small group of frozen, dead trees and boulders that she used for these tests.
Long scars on the boulders' faces marked where swords and daggers had been slashed across their surfaces. Any weapons or armor that broke were tossed to the side as they didn't live up to her expectations. The armor and weapons she made didn't just need to be War-Forged-strong, they needed to be Bloody Flank-strong.
With her mind focused on dark memories of her past and the task at hand, she didn't notice the gray horse that walked toward her target. Aubrey's leathery wings shifted higher onto her back as she lifted a bow and pulled back an arrow. Her breathing slowed... ready... aim... fire.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 10, 2017 15:29:05 GMT -6
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Ice clung to her lips and nostrils where hot breath frothed in and out of her burning lungs. To run, to feel the fire in your legs and the feel the wind score your face.. It was freedom. Or at least it was for Synn. At one point in her life running had meant life or death, but now she ran for the experience.
Or perhaps it was to help her remember.
The dappled mare could scarcely hear anything over the sound of crunching snow and the blood in her ears so as she slowed to a canter to take on the steady slope in the terrain she failed to notice how close she'd come to the impromptu training ground. As fate would have it, there happened to be someone there.. And she just so happened to be down range. It wasn't that she didn't know someone was there, she just didn't think to question who.
Whaap!
The ashen mare didn't think that she was going to be participating in target practice either.. until of course a bolt whizzed right over her mane, taking a few hairs with in before it came to embedded itself in a frozen tree trunk behind her. The equine came to a screeching halt and whirled, eyes locking on the wielder. Shock had gripped her first. Had she misjudged? Was Bloody Flank Territory under attack? No- she had been correct, for standing around the other side of the adjacent tree was a familiar blacksmith. Rage seeped into her blood as the speckled pegasus came into view. Synn rounded the tree, her short tail lashing and her dark lips pulled back.
"What in the Hell was that?!" she roared, striding up to the mare in question and staring her down. How could someone be so careless to their surroundings?
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|Notes| Wow Synn, way to be a hypocrite.
Sorry this took so long! I should be a little more active now with the chapter starting to wind down.
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