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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 12:12:37 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 407: Gathering Resources
Leader: Ianthe
Participants: Jemin, Kristofer, Vitriak, Rae, Oz, Aspen, Ryder, Nero, Tristian
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming or doing something with another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone.
- You must reach the end of the plot to receive chapter rewards.
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't.
Prompt: War has prompted a surge of various materials needed for various things. A certain, rare metal in the canyons along the river is known to make stronger, sharper, and better weapons. Your group has been tasked with finding the precious ore needed for these desirable tools. But be careful while in the canyons, the water draws danger.
Time Of Day: Morning
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 13:08:25 GMT -6
Ianthe | Planter The little pony-sized rainbow pegasus let out a massive, jaw-rattling yawn which watered her eyes and was followed by a wiiiiiide stretch of wings and a huffed sigh as they refolded against her sides. She glanced back over her shoulder at the little flock of sand horses, all of whom had been on the move since early star-twinkling morning, in an attempt to beat the heat of the day. Ianthe wondered briefly why the task of gathering this rare ore hadn't been given to pegasi only (they would have covered so much more ground by now!), but a rare afterthought suggested to her that ground-bound horses had a better chance of spotting the plants that indicate the ore's presence beneath the sand. 'Yeah, alright brain, fair enough. If we were flying all the time we'd probably overlook the small signs, ' she mumbled under her breath, and shot a goofy grin and whoever was nearby, just in case they overheard the private conversation. Regardless of being in the air or not, it was a fun change of pace to be out gathering rather than tending crops and since this particular ore was rare and very valuable to the herd, it felt almost like a small adventure! They had even been warned that there might be danger, which Ianthe had chalked up to wildlife and any good adventure needed danger. Still... so far it had been a lot of trekking through sand and over rocks, and the ever energetic planter was getting booored... Sighing LOUDLY to attract attention, Ianthe followed up with curious words not meant for anyone in particular: "How much longer do any of you suppose this will take? We've already had, what, eight false alarms? I just... I mean, it would be really nice to find just one plant so we all knew what to look for, rather than going by description. "Ianthe didn't mention that most of those false alarms were her own. But hey! When you only had a plant description to go by, and as much energy as she, it was only to be expected, right?! Right! |
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 16, 2017 3:51:57 GMT -6
Jemin
Your neighborhood friendly ex-convict turned farmer
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He didn't want to be here, tossed among the travel-beaten crowd that had been assembled and tasked with gathering vital materials, all in a last ditch effort to aid their struggling war preparation. They were a team comprised of the best Serora could spare; which either meant Serora's standard was unacceptably low, or that the herd was too desperate, stretched too thin, to afford any further support.
He couldn't decide which possibility was worse.
It was a lost cause, Jemin believed. He had never been particularly patriotic, his view anything but rose tinted. If the Aodhians stood as strong as they claimed, then what chance in hell did the desert dwellers have? None, that's what. This entire expedition was wasted time, time that he could spend on more important things...like napping. Or preparing for doomsday.
But in his defense, he hadn't exactly come of his own accord. It was Nero who had asked, Nero who had begged, and Nero who had whined - oh gods, the incessant whining - until he caved. And it was Nero whom he now turned his idle attention to, his cousin walking briskly by his side.
"So this is your idea of an adventure, huh?" He spoke lowly, giving the younger stallion an 'affectionate' bump with his shoulder. When they were children, a single nudge could have sent his little cousin flying - but not anymore, not when Nero dwarfed him by a few hairs. "I should take you out, and do a little haphazarding, set something on fire. Now that would really be an adventure."
Though the mule looked as if he might elaborate, his train of thought was interrupted by the little pegasus's melodramatic sigh, followed immediately after by a squawk of complaint.
How much longer do any of you suppose this will take?
"Depends on if we even make it. I've heard talk of dingoes around these canyons - they could make a quick bite out of a feather duster like yourself."
He called up to her, fixing the squawker in a grievous stare. It did not last long, however, as he then flipped his head around to cast the other horses a sharp, sideways smile, equally as filled with teeth as it was full of deviltry. He doubted he could fool all of them, but the possibility of scaring the squawker was entertainment enough.
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WC 389 - P #1 - Reference
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Post by seechem on Jul 16, 2017 8:13:49 GMT -6
 NERO: When he had been told that he was required, as a medicine horse, to accompany a group of horses in the search of some weird metal, Nero had almost laughed it off and dismissed the notice. But then he saw the royal seal and resigned himself to his task. A part of him was still anxious about leaving Madden behind, the other stallion's leg was still healing and knowing how fiery and impatient he was, Nero doubted the leg would have improved by the time he returned. So instead of travelling alone he had gone to the only horse he could think of who could serve the little group. His cousin Jemin. Jemin was a planter, so could hopefully help to identify anything odd they saw on their travels. Or at least that's what Nero had hoped.
Now he was plodding along beside his cousin, ears pinned back, saddle bags bouncing slightly on his back. The heat from the sun was beginning to get to him and he tossed his head a few times to recover his eyesight from the dark blue strands of his forelock. "So this is your idea of an adventure, huh?" He heard Jemin say. The blue roan was slightly taller than his mule cousin, but the nudge he received from him still made him stagger a few paces. Jemin was much stronger, physically, than Nero and as youngsters playtime had become rough fast. Now Nero directed his attention to Jemin and fixed him with a copper stare as he continued, "I should take you out, and do a little haphazarding, set something on fire. Now that would really be an adventure." This made Nero snort, of course that would be what Jemin would do. Start trouble. A part of Nero was definitely interested in the prospect of something dangerous, but right now his main concern was keeping this group healthy, alive and safe until he could get home to Madden and ensure he was also healthy, alive and safe. At the thought of Madden Nero brightened up a little. He had had a tough time convincing Jemin to accompany him, but when he had invited the mule to his practise and introduced him to Madden, Jemin seemed to settle on the idea of coming along much easier than Nero had expected. He wasn't entirely sure why, but Madden had been very...keen...to meet Jemin before 'approving' Nero's travel companion. "I'm sure Madden would be thrilled if you 'took me out' adventuring. I can't wait to propose the idea to him when we return." Nero smirked a little, knowing the sort of reputation Madden had, and the exact reaction he would have to this 'idea'.
"How much longer do any of you suppose this will take? We've already had, what, eight false alarms? I just... I mean, it would be really nice to find just one plant so we all knew what to look for, rather than going by description. " Nero's ears pricked forward as their little leader spoke. Following a child. When Nero had discovered who was leading them he had been a little less thrilled about accompanying the group. But she made a point. A plant description was something pretty vague to go off of, and they had been walking for a while already.
"Depends on if we even make it. I've heard talk of dingoes around these canyons - they could make a quick bite out of a feather duster like yourself." Now Nero narrowed his eyes, Jemin cast a wicked smile around to their fellow travelling companions which made Nero glower. With a snort the blue roan snatched Jemin's ear in his teeth and yanked, pulling his head back around to face him. "No need for that now, Jemin." he snorted giving a face that, he hoped, demanded Jemin behave, "We're all in the same boat here." With a snort that would hopefully dispell some of Jemin's attitude Nero returned his attention to the rainbow winged pegasus ahead of the pair. She was young, sure, but Nero was ready to trust her because someone of authority in the herd did, so why shouldn't he? In his mind the trip was still a little pointless, but he wasn't ready to abandon the group to the elements without a medic. "We can always take a break, refresh and rehydrate before we continue on?" Nero offered. He wasn't, quite yet, willing to give into the filly, especially as so far all the little 'false alarms' they had experienced had been on her call. He would let that slide if it meant they could take a moment to pause and recuperate.
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Post by fallenraen on Jul 16, 2017 16:15:33 GMT -6
[ Aspen ]
They’d never been sent on an official mission before. By the Sultan, the council, whoever had decided they were to go out into the desert and be trusted to find a valuable material to better create weapons, they had to have been desperate.
Personally, though Aspen walked beside the best friend she had dragged along whom she occasionally brushed the shoulder of, she was not for the war. The people of Serora were tough, yes, but to outright battle with the Aodhians? It made her worry. It made her worry for her very people, her family, her best friend. Everyone knew that those that didn’t wish to participate were asked to leave. That wasn’t the herd way, yet they’d been informed there was no room for them. It had boiled her blood when she’d heard, stomped her hoof and shouted some sense into her older brothers. ‘Fight or leave?! You can’t honestly believe this is the way the herd should be! We are supposed to be peaceful people! We negotiate and compromise, not toss our people out if they don’t wish to fight!’
Yet, there she was. On a mission that, surprisingly, did not make her wanderlust soul sing. If the herd wanted them to leave, if they would not support the destruction of their people nor their home because some other herd had decided to have a hissy fit over a mere child that had been born on their sands an orphan and then claimed, then she would have already been packed up and gone. The letter had kept her, kept them, her family and Oz who she would have undoubtedly never left the side of, tied to somewhere she no longer felt like she belonged.
Even in the small group, listening to their leader a couple years younger than herself complain and then the two cousins bicker among themselves, she felt out of place. Aspen held to her opinion that she should have rejected the letter. What had saved her from snapping had been Oz, Oz who had talked her out of any rash decision and kept her from getting defensive with those higher than them. She had a mouth to her, a temper that would not settle for being thrown away. Her curled ears flicked back at the thought before she had to smooth down her slightly ruffled feathers, focusing on the conversation in front of the pair.
What were they talking about? Dingoes? Blue eyes rolled heavenward, a soft snort escaping. “A break sounds great,” she chimed in, looking at the roan who had spoken rather than retort to his friend for him calling Ianthe a ‘feather duster’ (he was just jealous he had none of his own feathers to call his). She assumed Oz could use a drink, glancing at her companion beside her who she then poked with her nose. “Are you alright, Oz?” The question was quieter, reserved for the two of them. It worried her how he might feel being surrounded by so many horses he didn’t know. At least one familiar face was Kristofer she stole a glance to, even if she knew Oz didn’t care as much for him as she did.
Thank Alya he seemed sober. What would they have done if he’d been high as a kite the children flew when it got windy? An ear twitched in thought, but she didn’t linger on the wonder. She couldn’t tease Kris of his habit. Not where others might hear and could potentially judge him. She’d hate to embarrass either of her friends.
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Post by catac0rny on Jul 16, 2017 18:06:03 GMT -6
Rae | Gatherer | Serora
"The sky wasnt big enough for them all."
Rae had been surprised when she was asked to accompany a small group into the caverns along the river to find some sort of material needed for the war-effort, if you could even call it that. It was a mad scramble, everyone doing what they could even if they didnt feel like it. Rae had silently followed the group, keeping her wits about her and bringing a canteen of water. She hardly knew anyone, but they seemed friendly enough...for the most part. However, the dark mule seemed particularly sarcastic. Rae did her best to block out the negativity. The war had her dancing on the tip of her hooves, fear rising more and more every day. She had no idea how some could pull of any sort of calm facade in the herds current situation. Who knew if there would be any Serorans left after Aodh demolished them, which was practically unavoidable. She prayed to Alya but even she thought that there wasnt a chance in hell the Serorans might actually drag themselves from the sand and pull off some sort of victory.
Still, Rae transfixed herself with the task at hand and followed behind the rag tag band of temporary gatherers. Well, only some of them. She was pretty sure that there was even a medicine horse among them. The first few hours she had been fine, cool under the shadowy walls and ceilings in the caves but now she was tired, sweat covering and darkening her hide as blood dripped from the corners of her mouth. During the silent moments between false-alarms and chatting, the only sound filling the still air was her labored breaths. She hadnt been listening to the conversation but the word "Break" caught her attention.
"Yes, i would thoroughly enjoy a break." She croaked out, halting and opening her canteen and drinking down some, swallowing the mixture of blood and still cold water. At least they still had that commodity.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 16, 2017 20:38:10 GMT -6
Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse
They had been traveling since before the sun had even had the chance to peak over the horizon. The stars and moons still shined down on them even though the sun was now beginning to rise, causing the night sky to slowly disappear into blue. The small band of Serorans moved through the canyon that they had been tasked to search through in order to find a desirable ore for the making of tools which Ryder was sure the need for such things was due to the possibility of war with Aodh. A gentle sigh escaped him, and the fins on his back tensed at the thought of the Serorans going up against such a formidable force as Aodh. It wouldn't be pretty for either side of that fight.
The river moved slowly by their side as it snaked through the canyon, offering Ryder a bit of comfort at the feeling of the calm, gentle current pulling and twisting along the canyon walls. His eyes closed for a moment as he allowed his Water manipulation blessing to take its grip on the water's surface where he gently swirled the water around before releasing his focus before anyone noticed what he was doing. He wasn't very close friends with any of the horses around him, though he did recognize a few faces from around Sedo, and he had offered them quiet hellos with a friendly smile before falling into a comfortable silence that allowed him to listen to the conversations around him peacefully. His ears flicked forward as the young, pegasus mare who was leading them spoke, her voice laced with slight irritation and boredom. A small, lopsided smile appeared on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, this ore isn't incredibly common from what I'd imagine... but if we keep going down this canyon, I'm sure we'll run into some of those plants eventually."
This mission was a nice change of pace compared to his day job as a Medicine-Horse, but he couldn't help but worry about his patients as well as his son who was notorious for getting into mischief. 'He'll be fine.' Ryder had told himself over and over but worry never seemed to loosen its grip on him. While he thought this was all fine and dandy, he could tell the other members of his party were growing tired and restless after Ianthe misidentified the plant they were looking for several times in her excitement, not that Ryder blamed her. He wanted to find this plant and ore as well especially if it meant more safety or protection for the herd. It seemed though that some had spoken up about taking a break to hydrate and recuperate, and Ryder nodded his head silently, willing to do whatever the majority of the group decided to do.
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Post by kalovantha on Jul 16, 2017 21:26:44 GMT -6
Vitriak
The dark paint was not exactly pleased to be stuck around so many others. As such he was usually found around the outskirts, one eye on the small band and one eye constantly searching. Why did he have to be here? Could he not have done this himself? He was quite capable of surviving on his own after all.
He shook his head and drifted closer to the group to listen to what was being said. He missed part of it but caught the mule's remark of dingoes and snorted loudly, pinning his ears. "Yes, let's just get ourselves all worked up and waste more energy. Smart." Green eyes rolled briefly before he continued on in silence. He was definitely not too impressed by the group, Of course, he generally wasn't a fan of others so it wasn't their fault.
His ears flicked when he heard mention of a break and strayed to a halt his mind quickly starting to wander. He needed to find this plant. He had to. Maybe with it the Serorans could best Aodh and he could free his father. Hopefully they wouldn't take forever, there was still plenty of daylight to go! Plus the longer they took the longer it would be that he would find his father.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 17, 2017 0:59:08 GMT -6
[ Oz ]
Traveling in a group of more horses than just himself and Aspen was a bit odd, either going around with just his friend or on his own when she was busy. Oz counted… well, he didn’t bother trying to count how many horses were on the little expedition with them when his mind simply screamed ‘too many!’ The paint felt extremely uncomfortable, practically tucked under his best friend’s wing and glued to her side for protection. He felt he wasn’t the right choice for such a job, unless he’d been sent out alone. He was such a shy and skittish soul, nearly jumping at everything that moved.
But. Their task was to search for an important ore that their herd desperately needed.
A sigh softly left the paint, his head dipped low as they walked through the sand in the heat of the day. The idea of a war scared him, and he silently wondered if the search was worth it. If war broke out, would there be anywhere left to return to? A home or a herd left for them? Oz wasn’t a fighter, definitely not. He would turn tail and run after making sure his friend and their families were safe, but he wouldn’t stand and fight. Shivering and crying wouldn’t help the herd
His ears twitched, listening to the conversations that went on here and there among the group members. Talk of the ore they were looking for, complaints, wishes to take a break-- Dingoes?! Oz lifted his head rather quickly, his eyes wide. Ok, yeah. Of course there would have to be danger somewhere. His problem was that he tried not to think about it (while being too caught up in his gem hunting) and he’d never encountered anything, or so he hoped, that could eat him. To hear someone bring it up added some alarm and more worries into his head.
Was he alright ? “Aspen, I don’t want to be eaten by dingoes,” he whined, his voice a mere whisper. No, he wasn’t a feather duster (Aspen was and he would have laughed had the situation been different), but who was to say a dingo didn’t want a piece of the unicorn who would bury himself in the sand to keep hidden from his own herd mates. Easy prey right there if anyone wanted to dig him up.
Oh, how he wished it was all over. To find the ore and run back home to his bedroom where he was safe with his books and gems that he could enjoy with Aspen. Or that this journey would have sent him and his friend away from the group to cover more ground while getting away from the rest of them and worrying about the task at hoof. Nothing did ever work out in his favour and he was stuck around a bunch of horses with a possibility of dingoes watching them while licking their lips and drooling.
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Post by seechem on Jul 17, 2017 9:17:36 GMT -6
NERO: Nero looked longingly into the little stream that was running parallel to them, and felt a strong urge to plunge his muzzle under the bubbling surface. But instead his focus was on his companions. He now noticed a fellow medicine horse, and the pressure he had previously felt seemed to subside greatly.
"Well, this ore isn't incredibly common from what I'd imagine... but if we keep going down this canyon, I'm sure we'll run into some of those plants eventually." Nero nodded his agreement.
"At least we have an idea of where to head. It seems to be one of the only sureties we have." The whole outing was wearing on Nero's patience, but he did his best to keep his head cool.
The crew that was assembled for this outing seemed mainly strong and capable of the trek ahead, though Nero kept an eye on the dark grulla whose breathing appeared a little laborious.
"Yes, let's just get ourselves all worked up and waste more energy. Smart." One of the horses said with a snort, his ears pinned back at Jemin. Nero had to hide a slight snicker at his cousin's expense. Jemin would need to be careful not to tread on other's hooves as Nero was not going to step in every time. "He's just having some fun." Nero quipped quietly, nudging Jemin's shoulder with a snigger.
Everyone seemed keen for a break, so Nero took an initiative by turning to his saddlebag and unfastening his waterskin. "We should at least refill the waterskins before we carry on." He then looked a little more directly at the mare whose breathing seemed to be troubling her, and nudged his saddlebag, "anyone needing any herbs or medicines should see to their needs now, it is still our main priority to find this ore before it gets too dark to see." Nero looked to Ianthe now, still a little unsure as to her leading capabilities and dipped his head to her slightly.
His thoughts were almost entirely clouded by Madden's face, and it irked him that he could probably sprint back to Madden, check on him and sprint back before this group had drunk their fill. Nero had had little opportunity to use his Blessing and a part of him was keen to use it here. Anyway to speed up this mission could be very useful, especially if any of his companions were to fall ill.
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 17, 2017 10:09:03 GMT -6
K r i s t o f e r
I'd rather be getting high.
If only he had known what opening that damn letter would've meant. If he had known he would have to leave his caravan behind,
along with his precious flora and kid sister Taline to tend to them, he wouldn't have opened the letter in the first place. But it had looked
official, and though his feelings towards his adoptive sister were bitter, he still worried for her. Call it love or a sense of duty
to her uncle, he felt responsible for the wayward mare. Even if his better judgment told him to act as though she never existed...
But what kind of an example would that be setting for Taline? He had been set in charge of her by his father's last breath -
his final will. Damnit, he felt like a father already and he didn't even have a fucking girlfriend.
And speaking of which, when he had responded to the letter stating that he would accompany the group for this oh so glorious mission,
the bay stallion had not a single clue who else would be enlisted. Meeting his new comrades had been... interesting, to say the least.
The first to pop up in his face and introduce herself had been this plucky little pegasus mare... shit, what was her name. Ianc?
Something like that. She had a personality to match her extremely colorful wings, and already he found himself irritated with her.
He recognized Jemin, an old pal of his, Oz and Aspen, and even Nero, Jemin's cousin. But all the others were new to him,
and he hated new people. Couldn't stand 'em, at least not without a blunt in his mouth. And the parrot-squawking filly would be
the first to drive him to light up. But of course, Aspen was there. He had to be good for her, if anyone. He had promised her that
he would get better about his habit... now if he actually would when she wasn't around, that wasn't exactly under her
jurisdiction. But what she didn't know wouldn't kill her, and he had made sure to bring at least a pound of his homegrown
thorngrass. Couldn't go anywhere without it, and this little mission was no different.
They had started walking early in the morning, and Kristofer had nearly been late to the introductions - not that he minded.
He didn't necessarily care for introductions, but Aspen had insisted he at least try to make friends, instead of being a
monumental ass and lighting up around a bunch of strangers. Aspen hated how he acted when he was high, and despite
how much he enjoyed irritating the shit out of her and giving Oz heart attacks, he thought it best for the mission
and the sake of his farm that he cooperate to the best of his stubborn ability.
From the moment they had started walking, Kristofer already wished to shove the damn parrot's feathers in her mouth.
She would not shut up about how hot it was and what they thought about the mission, and not to mention how hot it was.
She definitely repeated herself a lot, but all Kristofer could do was walk beside Aspen with his lips pressed hard together,
his eyes rolling skyward as he mustered every ounce of will he had to not say some sarcastic comment.
And then... Jemin opened his big mouth. "Depends on if we even make it. I've heard talk of dingoes around these canyons -
they could make a quick bite out of a feather duster like yourself." Kristofer couldn't help but sneer, a devilish snicker falling from his lips
as he looked to Jemin, exchanging a victorious grin with his old friend. If he could have trusted anyone to say exactly
what he had been thinking, it was Jemin. But then the medicine horse had to go and butt in on the fun, chastising his
cousin like he was a foolhardy colt. Well, Jemin was foolhardy. But he was definitely no colt. In fact, Kristofer
was fairly certain the mule was older than him... making him older than Nero as well. Stupid kid.
His ears flicked to listen to Aspen's voice beside him, and then Oz's whiny reply. His worry about the supposed dingoes
that were in the companion was almost laughable. "Oz, there's no dingoes here. I don't hear mortar mouth up there worrying
about wild dogs, so why should you? Look, we've all got others back home that we're doing this for. There's a war comin',
and I'm sure as hell not lettin' no wild dogs or dingoes or whatever the hell is out here take me away from the equines
that I care about. So quit y'r whining, okay?" His tone was snappy and gruff, and he could care less about hurting the stallion's
feelings. Perhaps it was his withdrawal talkin', but colts have to grow up into stallions at some point, right?
His attention turned to Jemin and the rest of the strange horses he couldn't remember the names of when the mention of a break
was brought up. "I'll take a break! I could use a goddamn smoke." Of course the last bit was spoken under his breath,
but what the hell did he care if everyone knew. From what he had experienced, Serorans were generally accepting individuals,
of course with the exception of his brat sister Selora. And who knows, perhaps a puff of thorngrass would help them find this
damned ore.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jul 17, 2017 11:06:15 GMT -6
= T R I S T A N =
"You can't take the sky from me."
WC: 421 | Post: 1 It had been a long day, and it wasn't even noon yet. Tristan trudged down the canyon, trailing behind and a little to the side of the rest of the group to help cover more ground. He didn't know most of these horses, though he recognized Jemin. Their leader, a fluttery pegasus with beautiful wings, was... energetic, to say the least. He liked her, false alarms or no. He'd already had one of those himself, and she couldn't be blamed when they were all so eager to find what they were looking for.
As he walked, he listened with half an ear to the conversation among the rest of the horses. He'd picked up their names when they were introduced, of course, but it was their conversation that told him about them. Oz and Aspen were close, and Oz seemed a little uncertain about their adventure. Jemin's comment about dingoes had frightened him, and Tristan almost laughed, though he felt a little guilty. Kristofer sneered, though, and Tristan frowned. The kid didn't deserve mockery, even if he was a little... sheltered.
Kristofer's quick follow-up was a relief, then, and he found himself agreeing with both him and Nero. He hoped the party wouldn't dissolve into bickering. The herd didn't have time for that, and they needed to focus all their energy on finding the plant they'd been sent to find.
When the break was called he breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to stop moving for once, and he quickly walked over to fill his waterskin from the river that ran alongside their path. Nero began barking orders as soon as they'd stopped. Well, not exactly barking, but he was certainly using a lot of authority. Tristan wondered for a moment who the real leader was before brushing the idea aside. It didn't matter, as long as they finished their mission.
He took a drink and stretched his wings wide in the sunlight, waving them gently before folding them again. If only we could fly. That would make this whole adventure a little more bearable. Not that it was so particularly awful now, but flight would make it a little more fun.
Once he'd finished with the water he trotted over to Kristopher. He didn't know the stallion, but it couldn't hurt to chat. "What do think of this little errand so far? Bit boring, right? Hope it doesn't take too much longer." |
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Post by fallenraen on Jul 17, 2017 15:01:36 GMT -6
[ Aspen ]
She gave Jemin an accusing look. He’d had to mention dingoes, hadn’t he? They’d all been told there was danger to be expected on the journey, however no one wanted to believe they’d run into dingoes and have themselves all torn up for dinner. “No dingo is going to get you, Oz,” she reassured her friend with a sigh. She’d beat their ass if they tried, or…
A mischievous look came across her face, stealing a glance at Kristofer who had snapped at Oz on her other side. “We could always sacrifice grumpy here,” she teased with a laugh, playfully bumping Kris’ hip with her own and casting him a grin. “I’m sure he’d distract ‘em, wouldn’t you?” Probably with his smart ass remarks. That or bullying the dingoes away, though she didn’t open her mouth to say that. He wasn’t bullying Oz as much as he was complaining about her friend’s whining, but she wished she wouldn’t treat him like a child. Oz was only two years younger than Kris and he at least had his other strengths. Facing danger? That… that wasn’t one of them - understandably of course! Oz had never been much of a fighter, that was evident by his broken horn she glanced to when the group had continued walking along.
Nothing would happen to Oz out there. Nothing would happen to any of them if she could help it. While she believed fighting a war with Aodh was redundant, a nice way of putting it, she did believe in defending others. It could contradict depending on others’ opinions, when fighting for their country was defending it, yet the way they cast away others who didn’t wish to participate and see their families fall to their knees covered in blood ticked her off.
Thoughts better left for another day, she supposed. She flicked her tail, as if brushing away the thoughts themselves, and focused on filling her water beside Oz when someone else, Tristan she believed their name was from introductions earlier that morning (still a stranger to her really), had trotted over to converse with Kris. It couldn’t be that long before they found the ore, right? Gatherers and planters, even a medicine horse who undoubtedly knew something about plants, had to find the one plant over the ore they sought eventually. Unless they had all been sent on a fool’s errand for a material and plant that didn’t exist. Hm.
“Are any of us sure what we’re looking for is even real?” she spoke up, asking the question after she had taken a sip of water. She was genuinely curious, looking to those around her. She wasn’t being pessimistic, no, but hadn’t it seemed odd to anyone else that they’d been sent to find what the herd needed when there were probably more qualified horses to do the job?
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 17, 2017 15:39:23 GMT -6
Jemin
Your neighborhood friendly ex-convict turned farmer
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He felt the accusation in Aspen's eyes more than he saw it. Truthfully, he did not care much - but nonetheless attempted, with his best effort, to give the mare an apologetic look.
It wasn't very convincing.
Mutual agreement was reached among the horses, and soon they began their gradual halt; gathering loosely by the river's edge. There was a faint air of somberness, rendering some of his companions rather quiet...quiet, and pensive. Jemin was not the only reluctant one to have come, as it would seem. Few individuals desired to go traipsing through canyons at an unholy hour in the morning, with the squawker being the only exception that came to mind.
He surveyed the group now, his dark eyes lingering on a few familiar faces - namely Rae and Ryder, whom had been present at the kirin fiasco a few months prior. Tristan and Kristopher he had also greeted earlier, but stole them both a quick glance accompanied by a wave of his donkey-esque ear.
And speaking of ears...
He reverted his focus to Nero, the roan busily retorting to an overo stallion who had voiced skepticism over this whole 'dingo' business. He's just having some fun, Nero had said - and though it was certainly true, Jemin nonetheless responded curtly. "Says the one who nearly yanked off my ear. These things don't exactly come with replacements, mind you." The roan came in for another nudge, to which he ruffled his cousin's mane.
Inevitably coming to terms with his parched throat and with the water which provided a solution, he slipped past Nero and approached the river - sending the overo a sly, sideways glance as he passed by. No hard feelings attached, of course. He rarely did anything that was loaded with extra baggage, and much less with added emotion. It was simply the mule's way of being...friendly?
Maybe.
"Hey - just delivering the message. Wise-guy." Laxly tossing the words behind his shoulder, he slid down the slight incline and halted by the river's bank, quite nearly tipping over the thin precipice in the process.
His muzzle made contact first, breaking the muddied surface. He found it cold to the touch, and a shiver gripped his spine. In hindsight, it would have been a better - if not more strategic - idea to pack himself a canteen beforehand. But this was Jemin, and Jemin did not concern himself with preparations; not when it was a struggle enough to get out of bed.
Eventually, it was Aspen's question that prompted him to lift his head from the river.
"Can't know till we've found it. Or, not found it. Whichever it is."
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 17, 2017 20:20:05 GMT -6
[ Oz ]
Aspen did very little to reassure him about how the dingoes wouldn’t be out to get him, but she tried. There was a frown on his face, his eyes scanning the area around them to be sure they weren’t out there, but Jemin already put the fear in him and it would be there unless he had some sort of distraction.
So quit y’r whining, okay? It was no wonder the paint didn’t care much for his friend’s friend, the mouth he had on him with his attitude and definitely the smoking that made it all so much worse. If he wasn’t as shy as he was and didn’t lack confidence, Kris better have bet his ass his shattered horn would be so far shoved up his that he’d be shitting rocks all day. But, it wasn’t the kind of person he was and all he did was give him an uncomfortable look with his ears flicked back.
“You’re probably right. Your smoking might be the first to kill any of us before the dingoes dared to try...” he whispered under his breath, averting his gaze from the other stallion with a quick glance over at Aspen first. Why did they have to shove the both of them together at all? With any of them? Oz didn’t do crowds and he wasn’t enjoying it one bit.
Most of the group agreed that a break would be nice and it was what they ended up doing. Tristan brought his attention over when he spoke to Kris which slowly drifted off to the horses drinking from their canteens or filling them up. He sighed, taking the opportunity that moment to sip from his own canteen and then making sure it was filled with water before they ended up leaving again. Once it was back in his saddlebag, he stepped along the river’s edge to nudge with his nose or hoof at the dirt. There was no better time to search for gems or their ore and keep his mind focused elsewhere. Maybe he didn’t find anything, they haven’t yet, but it didn’t hurt to look.
What if it wasn’t real? Jemin was right, they wouldn’t know until they either did or didn’t, but what happened then? Did they continue to search or give up? They could easily miss it, it could be hiding in another location, and they’d assume it didn’t really exist and go back empty hooved. Yet, his mouth stayed shut. The last thing he wanted was another smart comment from Kris or really any of the other horses there.
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Post by seechem on Jul 18, 2017 14:52:24 GMT -6
NERO: Nero looked back at Jemin who was looking at him with a pout, "Says the one who nearly yanked off my ear. These things don't exactly come with replacements, mind you." With a chuckle he gave his cousin a shrug, “I’m a medic, I’m sure I could patch them up for you should you cause me to repeat the measure.” Despite himself Nero was smirking, he flicked his tail at Jemin and snorted. Jemin responded by ruffling his mane, in an endearing way, that made the blue roan give him a deadpan glare. His cousin then proceeded to slink by him and cast a sly look back at Nero over his shoulder. Nero knew this was Jemin’s way, friendly, cheeky, but always reminding you that he was the master of sass and could come and go from conversations at his own whim. The blue roan merely shrugged and made his way down to the water’s edge.
"I'll take a break! I could use a goddamn smoke." Nero snorted a little at that and resigned himself to filling his water skin at the gently rippling water’s edge. When smoking was mentioned Nero turned his head hesitantly to his saddlebag. He had packed himself an elixir to calm his anxieties and began to debate whether or not to take a sip. Ducking the mouth of the skin beneath the water’s surface he filled it thirstily before sinking his own muzzle to the satisfyingly cold surface. His nostrils bubbled beneath the current and he allowed the refreshing liquid to flood his mouth. Nero gave a relaxed sign as the water worked its way down his parched throat.
“Are any of us sure what we’re looking for is even real?” This made Nero freeze mid gulp, his ears pinned back so that he could listen to Aspen who stood a little behind him. He had never considered that before, that this ore may not exist, what if the herd was sending them on a fool’s errand to get them out of the way…to get rid of them! His mind spun rapidly, churning every terrible outcome over and over again in his mind until he felt certain of his own doom. The soft blue of his back gave a ripple of a shiver, his head shooting up quickly, enhanced by his hyper speed. For a moment he stood and waited to see what anyone else had to say. It was Jemin who spoke next, always the voice of reason, "Can't know till we've found it. Or, not found it. Whichever it is." Now Nero had to consider again how long this mission may take. The further and further they got away from Madden the more and more uneasy he was becoming.
By this point Nero had unfastened his saddle bag, trying to keep his body in between himself and the rest of the group and he began to look through his potions, elixirs, poultices and supplies until he spied the little red bottle. Feigning that he was merely doing a routine supply check he pulled the elixir free from its pouch in his bag, his soft amber teke moving the little vial to his water skin. He allowed two drops to fall into his water. As quickly and subtly as he could he replaced the vial and swallowed a mouthful of the water. After a moment he felt the edge of his anxieties fade, so he turned and dipped his head to Jemin, “Very true,” he said, pleased that his voice wasn’t wavering, “hopefully we find these plants and subsequently this ore. I, for one, am eager to return home.” He then turned his attention to the others and could see several of them seemed as concerned as he was. This would be a long mission, he decided, he only hoped it was worth all of the stress.
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Post by catac0rny on Jul 18, 2017 17:39:55 GMT -6
 Rae;Serora | Gatherer
"As the world comes to an end, ill be there to hold you're hand because your my kind and im you're lionheart." Rae took some time to have her drink and rest, splashing some of the water onto her face to cool down some. She looked over everyone and they all seemed none the less for wear. She looked around, trying to find something to do while they rested. She dug holes by the walls of the cage, carefully looking for any sign of the coppery looking ore they so desperatley needed. "Nothing in this area." She announced with a sigh. "What do you suppose we do Ryder?" She asked, approaching the most familiar equine present. "Ive used up all of the aloe i brought with me. I dont want to hold you guys back from getting what we need for the...cause." She said. Traveling was something Rae didnt do often, esspecially not without ample medical supplies. "There has got to be something but at this pace i fear we wont find it. At least not at this pace that im holding you all back at." She said to Ryder in a low whisper, trying to ignore the scent of burning thorngrass wafting through the air. It irritated her throat, but she decided to not say anything for fear of offending whoever had decided now was the time for a smoke.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 18, 2017 21:59:15 GMT -6
Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse
Ryder listened halfheartedly to the conversations going on around him as they walked through the tall canyon walls, focusing on the task at hand instead of the horses around him. He knew very few of their names but recognized a few from the group like Rae and Jemin, but the rest were unfamiliar strangers that were having a conversation of their own that had something to do with... dingoes? Had he heard them correctly? His torn ear flicked in their direction, but his eyes remained on the prize. Find that plant. There was no imminent danger from attacking dogs thankfully, but Ryder could assume that the river flowing beside them attracted a lot of attention from creatures that they wouldn't want to see during their mission.
With all the plant-life around them, none of them seemed to have the flat, round leaves with blackish tips. Everything just looked like various rough grasses and cacti with a few herbs that Ryder quickly stuffed into his back for future use. Might as well collect some medicinal plants that he needed while he was out this anyways instead of making a special trip of it.
When the group stopped, Ryder got a quick drink of water and refilled his canteen before he stood on the outskirts of the group, his eyes trained on the horizon for any signs of life. His concentration was broken as he heard soft hoof-steps coming toward him, and the hippocampus looked over to see Rae just as she began to speak. The older stallion hummed gently in thought before speaking. "There has to be more plants further into the canyon in the deeper, more shaded parts. That's where I would imagine this plant is going to be if it hasn't already been dug out by someone else." He wondered if any blacksmiths or artisans knew about this same plant and ore and would come all the way out here to gather it and use it for something of their own. He'd never heard of the ore before this mission, but he was a Medicine-Horse who dealt with plants and chemicals and wasn't knowledgeable in things like precious metals. Ryder had to strain his ears to hear Rae's whisper of the chatter of the group as they chatted about this and that. "You're not holding anyone up, Rae. Don't think that way. We do have pegasi in our group though that we could send ahead to areas we suspect the plant would be growing in and report back if they find anything... as long as they get a clear description of it first." Ryder suggested with a lopsided grin. The last thing their motivations needed was to be on another wild-goose chase to find another weed.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jul 19, 2017 4:22:53 GMT -6
Ianthe
Planter, bird-call copycat and
self-proclaimed Adventurer!
  
To being called a 'feather duster', Ianthe had only one reply and that was sticking out her tongue and blowing a massive raspberry at Jemin, eyes twinkling with delight. And she followed that up by spinning around to face him, half-rearing and kicking the air with her small hooves, wings unfolding.
"Oh yeah?! Well I bet you if any dumb dingos come our way, I'll kick their fluffy butts so hard, they'll run screaming back to mommah! " she snorted, dropped back on all fours with folded wings, gave him a wry wink and turned back around once more, trotting along. It really wasn't easy to get under her skin, and she had taken the mule's words with a grain of salt and cheer. She was a happy feather duster after all.
She barely took notice of Nero's suggestion that they take a break, not until the rest of the flock chimed in, agreeing and tickled down to to the river's edge. Ianthe stood still a moment with a heavy frown on her face, chewing lightly on her bottom lip. She wasn't in need of a break, too focused on their goal to admit that it would be nice, but as she watched her companions drink and refill canteens and waterskins, she batted away her irritation.
Ianthe joined the crowd at the water's edge, drank deeply, surprised by her own thirst, and filled her own canteen. She was silent for now, staring at the river flowing down their chosen path, worrying her lip again while the group spoke amongst themselves. She didn't fancy herself a leader, more a follower or a solo adventurer, yet this task of finding the precious ore had been dumped on her feathery shoulders. Her first instinct was pride to be trusted enough for that, but now she was beginning to doubt. She didn't know what made a good leader or how to direct the group and set them all up for success. Stars, she barely knew how to direct herself.
Her flow of thoughts was interrupted when Aspen questioned the existence of the plant, which had her head whip about with a grin plastered on her lips. "What? Of course, it's real! " she chuckled good naturedly, rolling her eyes mildly as others chimed in with equal doubt.
"C'mon! Just because we haven't found it yet, doesn't mean it's not here... somewhere. It wouldn't make sense to send us out looking for nothing, hah! We, uhm, we just gotta keep searching. It's still early! There's plenty of time left. "
She was trying her best to cheer them all up, because the faces staring back at here were a sorry mix of tired and irritated to her eyes. "What if, uhm, we split up? Us feather-dusters scout ahead from the air and, uh, Ryder, maybe you could use the river? The rest of you... uhm... " she said and paused, suddenly feeling the burden on her shoulders double. Geeeesh, she was a kid compared to this lot! What right did she have to make demands?
"You uh... maybe check the shadowy areas? The plant is like a succulent. With curly, blackened leaf edges. Succulents like the sun but not directly, yeah? So I imagine they would prefer shadow at least half the day... What do you guys think? "
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Post by kalovantha on Jul 21, 2017 13:10:58 GMT -6
Vitriak Vitriak decided to ignore the retort from the other and his friend? Family member? Vit sure didn't know and didn't particularly care either. What good was it going to do anyone for them to start fighting each other? Would just make their chances of finding this damn plant that much harder. Tired, angry and hurt horses would easily make mistakes and they'd just wind up chasing their tails. "Better wise than an idiot." He muttered under his breath. Naturally he couldn't resist one final shot before easing himself down the bank to take a very sips of the water. It was quite refreshing and before he left the bank he made sure to refill the canteen he'd had stashed in his saddlebags all the while listening to the others. His ears flicked when there was talk of the plant they were searching for. A succulent with curly black leaves? This sounded even more fake now! He'd never seen it before, nothing was even vaguely similar from his memory. Now they were going to be splitting up? Hm. "Are we going to split into pairs or no?" He asked, hoping that he'd be able to investigate on his own. "Be able to cover even more ground." He added after a moment. Just more excuses to be alone which likely wasn't the wisest choice in the world but he was more than confident about his abilities. word count: 234 | post 2 |
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Post by fallenraen on Jul 21, 2017 18:40:50 GMT -6
[ Aspen ]
"Can't know till we've found it. Or, not found it. Whichever it is,” sounded like a pretty reasonable reply to her question. It had been obvious that, though her inquiry hadn’t meant to put doubts in their spirits, that it made some of the group freeze up or double-question their mission. She’d ‘hm’ed in reply to Jemin before saying, “Good point.” Hopefully, as Nero then commented, they found it soon. While Aspen couldn’t say she was the most eager of souls to get home, she could tell Oz was getting antsy around the group.
He and another horse, Rae, had wandered elsewhere around the area to poke around. She stifled a sigh watching her best friend undoubtedly search for gems before her gaze and her attention was taken by Ianthe chuckling of course the ore was real. She smiled back. “I mean - it probably is real,” she agreed, shifting her wings slightly. Nervous? A little as she laughed. She hadn’t meant to seem like such a downer when she was merely curious. “It was just a question.” A likely silly one. Why would their council, their leaders, send them out into the desert knowing how dangerous it could be for something that didn’t exist? Granted the myths could make others believe something existed… but she didn’t get into it.
Instead, she listened to Ianthe’s agreeing with her thoughts. Surely they wouldn’t have been sent out for nothing. Her ears pricked to the forming of a plan, but she wasn’t sure it was one she entirely agreed with. Whenever Oz and herself went out, she didn’t usually fly anywhere. With his lack of wings it had always seemed at a disadvantage unless she was checking how close they were to the nearest village or the city itself. An ear twitched to the side as she thought about it, glancing at the others there. Well, he wouldn’t be alone, he reasoned.
“I think it’s a great idea, Ianthe. What do you think, Oz?” Vitriak sure seemed on board and Oz could handle himself for a few minutes, couldn’t he? She’d heard his mumble under his breath in retort to Kristofer before everyone had started getting their waters, something she had tried not to laugh about at that time considering it was rude to her other friend. With quips like that, and his nose towards the ground anyways, she was sure he’d be fine. It made her feel a bit better about leaving her friend and the others without wings to go flying up ahead.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 22, 2017 5:18:48 GMT -6
[ Oz ]
Oz took a small pause from his nudging and prodding at the dirt, barely lifting his head to listen to the others continue talking about any possible doubt about this ore or how it didn’t mean it wasn’t real because they hadn’t found it. How long had it been since they’d started their search? Not that Oz was trying to be doubtful, his only concern being to either find it or not before they headed back and he could break away from the group to go back to his books.
He shook out his head to get the annoying mess of curls out of his face, peeking out over the river from the side they were standing on. There was a look of doubt on his face when Ianthe claimed she would kick the asses of any dingoes, though she would have no problem getting away if she took off fast enough. A pair of wings would have been useful, but he wasn’t up for complaining and only stood there to listen to her go over what they could do. Were they meant to split up and go search elsewhere to find this ore and necessary plants? Excuse him while his heart practically stopped and he went to die in a corner as his winged friend had to leave him and search ahead with the other Pegasi. Man, was he useless.
His gaze drifted over to Vitriak when he asked about pairs, which then crept over towards Aspen with a look of worry on his face. Did they think he would honestly survive being split apart when they were in such a big group (to him) and Aspen was the only one who made him feel at all safe? He would otherwise be better going on his own, despite what they had been saying about dingoes.
Whatever plants had grown by the edge of the river, or near, were gently pulled from the ground by his telekinesis that he then lifted up by his back area while he crawled his way closer to his friend. “I think… That I should come along with you Pegasai…” he said softly, using the little plants near his back to make them look like wings (nobody was going to be fooled). His smile was hopeful as well as awkward and he dropped his head low. “I have wings too…”
He didn’t even think he needed wings to tag along with the Pegasai, really just wanted to stick close enough to his friend that he felt safe. Would they even agree or would he just be a burden? The stallion sighed softly, ears pinning back and his grip on the plants falling so they fell back to the ground below. “It’s a fine idea,” he agreed reluctantly, taking a few steps to the side to back away. How long could is be? Surely he would survive only a few minutes. The other horses didn't seem too bad... He peeked over at them briefly, the ones that weren't Pegasai and that he would be going along with if they weren't broken down more than simply winged horses and ground horses.
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Post by seechem on Jul 22, 2017 5:35:19 GMT -6
NERO: Nero’s mind had been settled greatly after his drink, and he was beginning to warm to the optimistic view that the plant did exist, why else would they be there anyway? With his previous concerns momentarily shrouded in the warm, soapy effects of the anti-depressant his ears perked up when Ianthe spoke. "What if, uhm, we split up? Us feather-dusters scout ahead from the air and, uh, Ryder, maybe you could use the river? The rest of you... uhm..." Nero watched the little Pegasus fluster, her wings looking fluffy and poufy while she tried to decide what to say. The prospect of splitting up was a little nerve-wracking but Nero knew his hyper speed would keep him safe. He wondered for a moment whether he should offer up that he could probably scour alone, or run ahead of the group to check for the plant, but Ianthe spoke again, "You uh... maybe check the shadowy areas? The plant is like a succulent. With curly, blackened leaf edges. Succulents like the sun but not directly, yeah? So I imagine they would prefer shadow at least half the day... What do you guys think?"
The roan looked across to his cousin, “Jemin,” he asked slowly, trying not to feel the tinge of anxiety again, “Have you ever heard of a plant like that? A curly leafed succulent plant?” Though Nero dealt with herbalists instead of searching for herbs himself, he had never heard of such a plant. With doubt once more resurfacing he decided he should let the group know he could potentially offer up his Blessing as a means to making the entire mission go along faster.
“I um…” with his voice raised he was becoming a little self-conscious, so after a quick scuff of his hooves he steeled his nerves and continued, “I was recently blessed with…um Hyper Speed. I could scour ahead for the plant...?" As he spoke his voice became quieter and quieter, his previous sureties had been quashed and that leader voice he had once had had utterly deserted the situation. He fumbled with his hooves, his eyes downcast for a few more moments before he looked around at the others.
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 23, 2017 8:01:15 GMT -6
K r i s t o f e r
I'd rather be getting high.
As soon as he stepped into the river, Kristofer pulled out his lighter - a small square machine of his own design, which sparked a flame from a latch that hit against a flint shard when the button on the top was pressed, and little tin canister where he kept all of his home-rolled blunts. Screw Aspen’s little quit-smoking campaign, he needed a damn smoke. After the blunt in his lips was lit, he took a long drag, hardly noticing the other stallion that had walked up behind him. Breathing out a cloud of translucent smoke, Kristofer blatantly ignored Aspen’s comment about using him as a sacrifice, brushing her off when she bumped him. He looked to Oz, took another long drag, and blew a cloud in his direction before looking back to Tristan - that was his name, wasn’t it? "What do think of this little errand so far? Bit boring, right? Hope it doesn't take too much longer." Another long drag, another heavy exhale of smoke. His glazed eyes glanced to the rest of the group, the slow haze of the cacti hitting his system. Why did the sun have to be so fucking bright?
“Boring isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Pointless, I’d say. Even if we do find this damn plant, we don’t have a chance at this war either way. Suffice to say, if the goddamn dingoes don’t getcha first, those fluffed up Aodhian trash will.” Another puff, though he was close to hitting the end of the blunt. The familiar burning sensation was welcomed on his lips, he wished the blunts didn’t burn so quickly. “Want one?” Kristofer took another blunt from the tin, then reached out his teke to dangle it before the dark pegasus - who could be mistaken for his brother rather easily. The resemblance was actually a little freaky. A chuckle came from his throat, as he looked up at the sky, seeing a hawk fly over head. The others were discussing the appearance of the plant, whether or not it was real. The bay stallion laughed, rolling his eyes as he turned his head and stepped out of the water. Lighting the second blunt was a bit more of a challenge after having the first, yet it was burning soon after he stumbled over his own wet hooves.
“I’ll be damned if this plant isn’t real!” Kristofer flicked his bunned little tail, though he had half a mind in that moment to cut it straight off. Who needed a goddamn tail when it was so useless? Attempting to steady himself yet miscalculating how far the ground was from his hooves, Kristofer ended up slamming his hooves down when he walked, making for a rather ridiculous show. They were discussing the appearance of the plant, how it resembled a succulent with curly black tipped leaves. It sounded familiar, but he was a bit too busy chuckling at how the word ‘succulent’ sounded rolling off his tongue.
“I believe I’ll stick to the ground with Jemin, kiddo. We both have been in the plant business for years, Jemin longer than me even. If anyone will find that succulent - hehehe - its Jemin here.” He nudged Jemin’s shoulder with his own, quite aware of how ridiculous he looked. But what did he care? He was about as high as one could get, and his throbbing headache had finally gone away. Thank the Gods for dried cacti. Though he wasn’t quite in his right mind, Kristofer was certain that Alya or Argus or whoever was up there in the stars laughing down at them right now would give him a vision of some sort to help find this plant, if it was so important.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 23, 2017 12:13:39 GMT -6
Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse
Ryder took a drink of water from the river, feeling the cool liquid quench the thirst in his dry throat. The sun was rising higher and higher in the sky, and the longer they waited here, the hotter it would get. They needed to get a move on soon or they'd risk having to take more and more breaks, and then the chances of finding this plant and ore today would grow slimmer and slimmer. Ryder didn't mind the break though, and it seemed to set everyone's mind at ease slightly as they were able to stop walking and re-hydrate.
The short rest gave him a chance to properly look around at the horses around him. Rae and Jemin were familiar faces, but the others were strangers that Ryder didn't know the names of. Maybe after all of this they would at least be able to say they were all acquaintances... maybe. The Medicine Horse was of the quiet sort. He preferred sitting in the background and watching the interactions of the little cliques in their group as well as the other more quiet members of the group like Rae. He'd have to make sure that she felt welcome and keep her mind off of her labored, raspy breathing.
As Ianthe voice confirmed his idea of splitting up and scouting ahead, he took a few steps into the river, feeling his hind-legs slowly transform into a spotted tail. Gills sprouted on his neck as the hippocampus slid deeper into the slow-moving river, sighing in content at the feeling of his fins moving to keep him from drifting away from the rest of the group. "Rae, and whoever else may be interested, do you want to follow behind me on land and I can come back to you if I see anything ahead on the path?" Ryder said, his blue eyes sliding from Rae to the other small group of horses nearby where he saw one of them pull out a rolled cigarette and puff out clouds of smoke. He snorted quietly, turning his attention back to the young mare before he said anything he'd regret.
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Post by catac0rny on Jul 23, 2017 14:32:29 GMT -6
Rae;Serora | Gatherer
"As the world comes to an end, ill be there to hold you're hand because your my kind and im you're lionheart." Rae nodded at Ryder, "Thank you...your so kind." She replied, bumping him with her shoulder. She turned back into some of the conversations going on, and heard the word Dingo. It made her shiver...they would smell her blood if they were around. She would be the first one to go, unable to run away or fight. Useless.
Then she heard someone else questioning the reality of the plant, what if they really were wasting their time? She felt her chest tighten with fear and turned back to Ryder, raising an eyebrow. "You dont think there are dingoes here, do..do you? Oh i hope not..." She asked. He was in the river now, and suggested she follow which she did, plodding along the shoreline. She followed his eyes to Kristofer, who was smoking. Oh dear...she thought to herself, accidentally breathing in a cloud of smoke that felt like needles in her already sore throat. Rae turned her head, coughing into the sand. Blood dotted the slightly damp ground, and she winced, hoping no one had seen. "Sorry." She apologized quietly, wiping her mouth on her leg.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jul 23, 2017 22:06:23 GMT -6
= T R I S T A N =
"You can't take the sky from me."
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Tristan grinned at Kristopher. Ordinarily he wouldn't mind indulging, but today he wanted to keep his head clear. "Thanks, but maybe some other time. I'd rather not end up raising more false alarms. Y'know, boring as this is, it's not as if I had anything better to be doing today."
He heard the suggestion that they split up and nodded approvingly. "I think that's a great idea, Ianthe, we'll cover a lot more ground that way. I wouldn't mind a chance to stretch my wings, either." So the plant was succulent, huh? He'd have to take a clipping and try and collect some seeds so he could add it to his collection. It had shrunk during the drought, and he wouldn't mind a chance to add something new to it.
He stepped a little further back from Kristopher and lazily spread his wings, stretching them to their full extension. He didn't like going too many hours without flying, especially in open land like this. Oz sounded a little unsure of himself, though, so Tristan trotted over. "Sounds like a great idea to have you join us, Oz! You don't need wings if you've got sharp eyesight." He smiled at Aspen as well. He hadn't talked with her before, but he certainly didn't mind getting to know new people.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 24, 2017 12:38:11 GMT -6
Jemin
Your neighborhood friendly ex-convict turned farmer
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It was in a great swath of splashing that he returned his hooves to dry land, ears pricked disinterestedly to hear what the squawker had to say. Through the broken sentences and sheepish words that tumbled from the young mare's mouth, Jemin got the gist of her plan: that they should split up, and cover more ground. It was a reasonable course of action.
The smart-ass overo from earlier was the first to respond, inquiring if they were to be in pairs, while the skittery unicorn clung to his feathered friend's side. The rest of the pegasi prepared their leave. Rae and Ryder set off down the river's bend, leaving only a handful of the landlocked equines left. It was these horses that he now turned to, shoulders slumped under the equal weight of exhaustion and reluctance. By the gods...had he mentioned how pointless this was? But, perhaps, there was still some worth to be gleaned from their errand - this ore seemed rare, and valuable, too. Partially reassuring himself with this notion, his tired expression was settled into something resembling a lax smile. He almost missed Nero's question entirely, distracted as he was.
"A curly leafed succulent...?" He echoed absently, drawling the words in an attempt to buy himself more time, whilst he ransacked the dusty shelves of his limited knowledge. "I... - I mean, yes. Yes, I might know that plant." Feigning confidence, he listened skeptically to his cousin's following words; each syllable mumbled with familiar bashfulness. Blessed by Alya? It was funny, really, to imagine Nero - quiet, bookish Nero - zooming ahead with a god's speed at his hooves, tidy mane billowing about and the wind slapping at his ears.
Ha.
Still amused by this thought, Jemin watched as a stumbling, slurring Kristopher teetered over to his side, a smoking blunt clenched between the larger stallion's teeth. Typical. Though a better friend might have been concerned, he was not bothered by it, not at all. Kris, a willing victim to the influence, was obviously transported to another state of mind, and he reckoned they may even get to hear one of his existential tangents if they were lucky.
We both have been in the plant business for years, Jemin longer than me even. If anyone will find that succulent, it's Jemin here.
"Flattering, Kris - but alas, very true. I've got the eyes of a hawk and the nose of a dog when it comes to this sort of plant business," he replied, weaving his half-truths with little remorse. Though he'd been raised with a pitchfork as his toy and a wheat field as his playground, much of his adult career had been spent...elsewhere, in business that certainly didn't concern farming. But it was a trivial fact - one that he would keep close to his chest, one that the other equines needn't know. People were more easily persuaded by someone with confidence, someone who actually knew what they were doing, rather than vice versa. With this in mind, he tilted back his chin, reevaluating the gathered Serorans.
"I'm heading this way, if any of you dirt dwellers would like to get out of the sun for a bit," he declared, pivoting around in what was supposed to be a decisive gesture, but looked far too lopsided. He did not wait to see who followed, muttering as he walked; "Hope someone brought a shovel..."
And so it was the shadow of the canyon's towering, rocky wall that Jemin stepped into, eyes readjusting to the dim light. Though morning had weakened the sun's heat, it was still several degrees cooler within the shade; a change he wholly welcomed. Lowering his head, he pushed and prodded through the plants with his muzzle, scanning the various scubbery that blanketed the ground. Evidently, there wasn't many things of interest to be found... Some succulents... a flower or two ... thorns... thorns. He veered away sharply, his lip snagged by a stray bristle. "Ow." Stumbling back, the hardy vegetation crunched beneath the weight of his feet. A modest little black-tipped plant counted among the crushed ones, it's curly leaves peering out from beneath his hind hoof.
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ooc: pls ignore all the shitty grammar mistakes
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Post by seechem on Jul 25, 2017 10:57:46 GMT -6
NERO:
"A curly leafed succulent...?" Jemin finally responded making Nero's ears flatten a little at his cousin's apparent disinterest, "I... - I mean, yes. Yes, I might know that plant." Once Nero had, tried, to tell everyone about his Blessing, he caught the look of amusement on Jemin's face. Did he find Nero's nerves funny or entertaining? Or merely the fact that he had been Blessed at all? Either way Nero gave his cousin a bit of a glare, before he was started by the sound of an unsteady voice.
“I’ll be damned if this plant isn’t real!” The voice brought Nero's attention back to those around him. He felt like chuckling a little at the odd manners of the, clearly, high stallion. He then sauntered up to Jemin and proclaimed that Nero's cousin was their best bet at finding the plant. If Nero didn't know what he did about Jemin's background he would be likened to agree, but seeing as they were cousins and Nero had a vague inkling that Jemin had not always been a Planter, he continued to hold onto his scepticism. "Rae, and whoever else may be interested, do you want to follow behind me on land and I can come back to you if I see anything ahead on the path?" Ryder, the other medicine horse spoke up next, and Nero considered his options. If the group were to split, a medicine horse should be in each group. Nero dipped his head to Ryder and instead stepped closer to his cousin, determined to stay near one of the only faces he truly recognised. "Flattering, Kris - but alas, very true. I've got the eyes of a hawk and the nose of a dog when it comes to this sort of plant business," Nero immediately moved away again, half laughing half scowling at Jemin. 'Plant business' various different ideas swirled around Nero's already strained brain.
The other horses began splitting into groups, the pegasi banding around Ianthe, clearly keen to feel the air beneath their wings again. Sometimes Nero envied the pegasi, able to soar so high above everyone else. "I'm heading this way, if any of you dirt dwellers would like to get out of the sun for a bit," Nero turned his focus back to Jemin who was now turning around like a new born foal and wobbling towards his destination. "Hope someone brought a shovel..." Nero caught those words and stiffened, a shovel...of all the things- "Ow." Nero's head snapped up as he saw Jemin just a few paces ahead of him. Without thinking he dug his back hooves into the dirt and propelled himself forward like an arrow from a bow, having to skid in a wide circle to stand just in front of Jemin. "Are you okay?" He asked anxiously, looking his cousin over quickly for injuries. His lip had a little cut on it and a few dots of blood...a thorn. Jemin's hooves were already surrounded by plants, and dirt but Nero was dismissive of them until he noticed something. He had been checking to make sure that Jemin's little exclamation had not been concerning his hooves or stepping on a thorn, but now he could see something crushed beneath his back hoof. "Jemin..." Nero said quietly, approaching the plant with his head lowered, he gently nudged Jemin's side to move his feet, his eyes a little wide with hope, "what is that?"
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 31, 2017 12:23:48 GMT -6
Ryder | Serora | Medicine-Horse
Ryder swam against the gentle current of the river, relishing the feeling of the cool, refreshing liquid flowing over his pelt and scales. Being a hippocampus was a blessing to him and allowed him to provide different types of treatment to his patients by being able to use plants that grew only in bodies of water such as seaweed and other grasses. He was there now for a different reason, however. They needed to find a special, important ore that could be found under a type of succulent plant with curly leaves. It seemed to be an impossible mission, but Ryder had hope that the gods would show them a little mercy and enable them to retrieve what they had been sent for.
The spotted hippocampus lifted his head out of the water, peering over to the shore where Rae was following close behind him. They had split off into separate groups with a good majority of their group staying together while he and Rae left to search further ahead and the pegasi took to the sky to get an aerial view that he hoped would lead them in the right direction. "Rae, I'm going to swim further ahead and look in the shaded areas where I've seen succulents growing before. Maybe this curly leafed one will be there too. I'll be back shortly." He said with a hint of uncertainty that he masked with a quick smile in Rae's direction before using his blessing for water manipulation to change the direction of the current around him. With a few strong thrusts of his tail, Ryder was already around a bend in the river and disappeared under the water.
The Medicine Horse swam until he saw the water darken around him, hinting at a shadier part of the canyon. He lifted his head just enough out of the water so that his eyes could scan his surroundings to make sure there were no dangers before he emerged from the river. His fish tail changed rapidly back into legs the further he emerged onto land, and his blue eyes studied the plants around him carefully. There were aloe vera, peyote, echeveria, crassula, and many more different types of plants that were growing well in the shaded, sandy soil where the Sedo sun didn't get the chance to wilt their leaves. He didn't have time to properly identify all of them, but surely one of these succulents had to be the one they were looking for. He'd go back to tell Rae, and they'd both come and search together.
With that, Ryder dove back into the river, and he swam quickly through the water until he returned to Rae and told her of the abundance of plants ahead of them.
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