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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 17:18:08 GMT -6
Sand's Up
ft. Roland & Qimat
War-Colt | gutpunch
A terrible sandstorm run's through Sedo while Roland is out on patrol. While others duck and run for cover, he finds himself diving straight into it, as he noticed someone out in the thick of things.
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: Between Chapters III and IV
Weather: ..sandy |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 17:53:28 GMT -6
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The stallion soared high above the ground, his gaze scanning left and right as he flew. His large leather wings, covered in tattoos, were stretched as far as they would let him, allowing for an easy glide upon the wind. As they day went on, however, the wind started to pick up. Sand stung the roan stallion's skin as it whipped through the air. He pulled a cloth up over his nose, laying his ears against his neck.
He loved everything about the Serora herd.
Except their damn sand storms.
Just as he was about to turn back, however, the stallion took another scan ahead. His brow furrowed as he noticed something moving in the distance. Another herd member? The storm was quickly approaching, he didnt have time to think.
Letting out a loud groan, the stallion dove toward the stranger, landing with a skip and a hop across the hot sand. He could try shouting for their attention, but the wind was so loud, he knew they would hear him. Instead, he found the whipping sand to get to their side, raising his wings against the sand and holding it against the wind to shield the stranger from the sand.
He glanced through his dusty goggles and fumbled to grab another cloth from his side, holding it out to his fellow herd member.
"Put this over your nose! You dont want to inhale sand!" He called, but the wind stole his voice right from his lips. Hopefully they understood. |
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Post by gutpunch on Jul 25, 2017 18:33:47 GMT -6
QIMAT seroran glass crafterIt had been absolutely, exactly idiotic to go out into the desert today. Qimat was only realizing that now, however and found herself cursing and angrily stomping her hooves as she attempted to find any sort of direction that wasn’t filled with sand. The day had started beautifully in the city. Her windchimes had woken her, the gently clinking stirring her from one of her few calm dreams. She had brushed herself of any dirt and sand that had floated in from her bedroom window and braided her tail and mane tightly against her body. For the past week she had intended on adventuring out into the wilderness to gather materials. Her destination wasn’t far, close enough to home that she would be near any traveling caravans, heavy hooves, screamers, protection in general, and it was one of the few places she felt confident enough in to travel alone. Besides, she wouldn’t be out long, or so she thought — all she needed was sand (which was obviously in plenty supply) and limestone from one of the nearby rock formations. But when she actually left the city, descending down the long stairway, and into the openness, Qimat found herself at the mercy of the wind. At first, it didn’t seem intimidating. She had travelled through heavy winds with her parents before, and in a way, the element reassured her that Alya was there, ready to protect her at a moment’s notice. Her saddlebags were filled with rocks and sand, ready to be melted into beautiful works of art… Until the sand around her hooves joined the storm surrounding her. Her thin coat stung from the tiny particles whipping at her body, trapping itself in her mane and tail, her ears, and up into her nose. She reared in frustration, attempting to snort out any sand and gain a better view of the land. She didn’t have her goggles, which she had left at home, and now her eyes stung, too. The presence of another horse startled her and she let out a sharp whinny, accidentally bumping into the stranger’s leathery wing. The sand had stopped attacking that side of her body, and she turned her head to try and find the stranger’s face. She was aware that he was saying something, she could hear the sound of his voice between the howls of wind, but what he was saying escaped her until the cloth appeared in front of her. “Oh, thank Alya!” she exclaimed, using her teke to hold the cloth up to her nose and mouth. It wasn’t much, but it was decent and appreciated. “Can you get us to safety?” she shouted, cowering under the male’s wing.
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