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Post by fallenraen on Jul 16, 2017 16:51:29 GMT -6
A Shoulder to Lean On
Featuring Roland and Aspen
Setting: Osulas, Sedo. Nighttime
Time period: Between chapters I and II
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Post by fallenraen on Jul 16, 2017 16:53:27 GMT -6
 Aspen;Serora | Water Gatherer
Drunks are funny, aren't they? It’d been a long day out in the sun, diving and searching for materials or underwater crops the herd needed. Aspen had been more than happy to toss her saddlebag onto her bed when she’d arrived home after selling what she could, freshening herself up to go for some much fun needed in town. She’d met with a couple friends, had a couple of drinks, and mostly shared stories or listened to others if they didn’t go to listen to some live entertainment by those who stood on the corners of streets playing instruments or doing tricks. She’d had a good time, the hours flying by, before she’d decided to make her way home.
From a bar, she nudged open the door of and exited by herself. She’d only had a few drinks, her steps still pretty even as she made her way down the streets with a trot in her step, so she thought she would be pretty okay making her way home. It wasn’t too far. She’d had drinks on some nights before and then gone home if she wasn’t accompanying someone else to theirs and had always made it back safely. She didn’t believe such a night would be that one, one where she went with another horse she’d bumped into at the bar, planning to simply flop onto her bed and fall asleep if Oz wasn’t there to bother. He could entertain her with a few stories about his gems or a book if he was. She smiled at the thought, making sure to keep out of the way of others passing by her that she would glance at.
It was actually kind of peaceful out. If only every night could be like that.
Post: 1 | WC: 288
Tagging: @palemoose
OOC: Just testing one of your numerous codes out; I hope you don't mind ♡
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 17:06:53 GMT -6
 1 | 556Though the day had been hot and the sand unbearable, it had been easy work for Roland and the Furies. Thunderbirds had not dared to make their appearance and all other threats had stayed at bay for the day, gracing Roland with the simple task of aerial patrols and bothering his fellow work mates. The day had ended with mumbles of needing a drink, warriors of the sky filling the bar the moment their shift ended. It wasnt long before such winged beasts had found themselves taken by the drink, some fools singing in the front of the bar as they staggered into tables, and some simply keeping low tones as they spoke in slurs to their companions.
One particular Fury found himself in neither position, though was still easily intoxicated. He had been sitting at a back table with friends, cards bend in his grasp as he tried to read the swirling numbers in the corners of each. Were they gambling or playing card games? Perhaps they were trying to show him a magic trick. This deep into his fifth mug of happy juice, he wasnt quite sure. Did it matter? Of course not!
Groans from around the table sounded as others threw down their cards, once particular greedy bastard pulling a pile of chips to add to his own pile. Ah, gambling, thats right. One by one, the furies picked off, until one was left, staring down into his empty mug and trying to refill it with his own light green gaze. Large bat wings sat folded against his roaned sides, striking tattoos carefully etched into their thin leather. Scars and tears cut deep into the wings, but if asked if it hindered the owner’s flight, one would find themselves scoffed at. Roland cared not for the damage in his wings and on his skin, but instead valued the stories they held. But, that was for another time. Now, he found himself alone, and needing to get home.
Pulling himself from where he sat, the stallion stumbled on striped hooves. His wings shot out from his side to help stabilize the stumbling fool, but they only helped in knocking over someone’s glass. Many shouts and a small scuffle later, the brightly painted stallion was suddenly stumbling past heavy doors and into the streets. The sun was slowly starting to sink, a nice cool breeze helping whisk away the heat of the disappearing day.
Dusty goggles hung around the stallion’s neck, bouncing against his chest as he stumbled and shuffled across the hard ground. His vision shifted between doubled and blurred, his wings fluttering as he attempted to hold his balance. Oh, no, this would not do.. He would have to find someone to walk him home.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a spotted pegasus walked slowly past him, seeming to be enjoying the peaceful night. It would be a shame if someone were to ruin it, but it seemed as though there was no other option. Stumbling into the fellow bird, Roland wrapped his lightning dressed wing around the stranger with a lopsided grin upon his dark lips and soft eyes drooping..
“Mm-scuse me, but need I could borrow your balance.” He mumbled on, stammering over his words like a fool, though, to himself, he sounded like a scholar. |
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Post by fallenraen on Jul 16, 2017 17:50:57 GMT -6
Aspen;Serora | Water Gatherer
Drunks are funny, aren't they? There was something in the air, a gentle tune. Was it a violin somewhere being played? For all her wild spirit, some might find it surprising that they were her favorite instrument. After a long day, it was nice to relax somewhere and just listen to them. She herself didn’t play, her talents laid best elsewhere, but Aspen still found herself appreciating it from time to time when she was out in the town or passing by settlements out in the desert late at night when the fire was lit and everyone in the small community as well as guests as herself had gathered.
She was lost, her eyes closing as she still walked and listened, before something bumped into her. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise, Aspen jumping slightly when something else stretching over her back that made a chill crawl up it. Was that skin? Her blue eyes met the light green ones of a stranger, his drunken words mumbled past dark lips she glanced down to. Borrow her balance? She snorted softly, a laugh as she tried to support the larger stallion that had leaned himself against her and she stood still. “Sweety, I don’t think you chose a very good victim to try and hold you up,” she teased him, her gaze flickering back up to his own.
Her feathers, from her startle that had comically poofed them up, flattened. One glance over her shoulder indeed told her that skin was crossed on top of her back, a bat’s wing marked with interesting tattoos that caught her eye. What did those mean? She wanted to study them, not able to see much, but she turned her attention back to the boy next to her. He was handsome, kind of in that messy way with his dusty goggles hanging around his neck and his hair everywhere, though it made her smile. It looked like she wouldn’t be alone after all. How fates crossed.
“Do you need some help home there, stranger?” She didn’t see the harm in attempting to assist him despite her joke. He appeared a bit more drunk than she was, his steps more stumbles as were his words, and she wondered briefly if he even remembered where home was. Would she have to bring him to hers? What would Oz say about her drunk friend? An ear twitched to the side at the thought, though she didn’t open her mouth to inquire. She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea of inviting him to her own home.
As cute as he was, Aspen wasn’t interested in taking advantage of others. She didn’t appreciate it the other way around either. Anyone in a state, such as drunk or too high to manage themselves, only deserved to be cared for.
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