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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 12, 2017 2:19:15 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 405: Only Time Will Tell...
Leader: Thalassa Participants: Moree, Seven, Sinclair, Owain, Teagan, Oriana, Krein, Dawson Talori Plot Journal | Chapter 4 Journal | Plot Music | Chapter Chat 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 another character! - Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D    Location: The Temple ruins in the Wilds Time of Day: Mid morning Current Weather: Sunny, but cloudy Opening Prompt: Everyone has a job to do, and while the rest of those gathered in the Wilds are off on rescue missions or gathering supplies, you have taken it upon yourselves to explore the ruins further. In the three months you've been living out of the ancient Temple, you really haven't had a chance to fully look around and familiarize yourselves with the ancient, almost magical ruins...that is, until now. Notes: The temple itself is rather large, and there are whole areas that have been overgrown. Watch your step as you explore, rubble is scattered almost everywhere, and with the dense plant life, it's difficult to spot potential hazards. |
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 16, 2017 14:21:36 GMT -6
Thalassa There is a swelling storm,
and I'm caught up in the middle of it all
Thalassa inhaled the damp forest air as she looked around at the small group that had been left. While the others had wandered off to gather resources and mount a rescue, she and a few others had volunteered to keep an eye on things at the temple and watch the children. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it was an important one.
Glancing about at those left, some familiar, others not as much. Dear, sweet Moree, gentle Sinclair, even the kindhearted agriculturalist Dawson had all stayed behind to help watch over the children, and the strange kirin who had almost appeared out of thin air one day… While Krein’s existence was an enigma to them all, Thalassa found it particularly hard to trust one of Ignacio’s own, especially in the wake of all the chaos Alya’s children had caused…
The cleric closed her eyes and shoved the thoughts away quickly. Now was not the time to dwell on such things. As she opened her eyes, Thalassa’s gaze fell upon the children as they sat muttering amongst themselves, looking rather fearful. The appaloosa couldn’t blame them, she too would have been as visibly shaken as they were. They were children after all, and their time should be spent playing and learning new things… not worrying about whether or not their families were alive, and if they’d ever see them again. Shaking her head sadly, she let out a heavy sigh, her mind racing as she tried to think of something fun to do with the children. Most games were too loud, and those that weren’t were not nearly engaging enough.
As she began to walk towards them, Thalassa’s gaze swept across the ruins, and she realized just how little of the temple they had actually seen. It was once a huge, sprawling monument, that much was obvious, but over the last three months, they had stayed contained to only the small portion that had previously come across. In that moment it came to her, what did children enjoy more than exploring? Besides, she knew it would be good for all of them to have a better lay of the land, and who knew, maybe they would even find something useful hidden within the temples walls.
“Good morning!” The cleric said brightly as she approached the small group. “How would you all like to go exploring?” She asked, a bright smile on her face. Maybe if she seemed excited about it, they would get excited too. Glancing up at the other adults in the area she spoke again. “We’ve been here for some time and still have seen so little. Would you all care to join me in exploring this place a bit further?” She turned back to the children. “We’ll have to be careful with all this debris lying around, but I think we’ll be ok. Besides, with so many big, strong stallions to take care of us, and the clever thinking of so many bright young mares, I think we could overcome anything.” She motioned to all the colts and fillies as she spoke, smiling brightly. Looking from tiny face to tiny face, she silently prayed to Cascade that this would be just what they needed to brighten their day.
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Word Count: 567
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 17, 2017 11:24:04 GMT -6
Owain
Tenderfoot, Son and Brother
also a little ray of sunshine!
The little nudibranch hippocampus had never known a different home than the crumbled temple and perhaps he was too young to worry or grasp the severity of their situation, but Owain always had a smile on his little face. From a timid smirk to a toothing ear-to-ear grin, the little one was a pure ray of sunshine. Yes, he had been a wary newborn, hiding from the other equines behind (or under) his mother (or sister), but now that he knew the other refugees, Owain had come out of his shell entirely. If not for the coughing and wheezing that slowed him down and kept him anchored, the adventurous little soul might just have gone gallivanting into the jungle on his own. He wouldn't have gotten far though, because the moment Owain lost sight of anyone familiar, his courage vanished.
This morning he was focused intensely on his pebble collection, lying flat on his stomach in the dirt, while carefully building a pyramid, placing each pebble with delicate lips, his teke too unstable for the job. Common to each pebble was a gentle surface glimmer. These were the best to collect and at some point in the past, each and every temple refugee would have been gifted a pebble by the happy child.
An exasperated huff of air slipped out as the pebble pyramid collapsed, and Owain gave the ground a frustrated stop of a tiny hoof, before Thalassa greeted the gathering. He tilted his little head up with a bright smile, eyes squinting shut. "Good morning missus Thalassa! " he chimed in a happy sing-song voice, his usual way of greeting everyone. He was just about to rebuild his pyramid when the cleric carried on and got an excited gasp from the child!
Owain was silent for the remainder of her words but excitement had him vibrate and scramble up, struggling to stuff his collection into a small drawstring bag, courtesy of his sister. The excitement was a little too much and brought on a fit of coughs, but nothing that stopped him, as he turned to his palomino sister with a wheezing breath, eyes WIDE.
"Ca-cough! Can we Mo?! " he pleaded, putting on a most perfect puppy face. "Oh pleeeeaaaase! " he carried on, dancing from hoof to hoof, knowing fully well that with mom Kali gone, Moree was in charge.
Word count: 391 | Post: #1
OOC: Owain is 3 months old and was born in the temple soon after Kalakara and Moree arrived. He's a happy little chap who's too young to understand the world, and he sees the Temple refugees as somewhat of an extended family. He will very likely have gifted your character a shiny pebble at some point 
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Post by houndflash on Aug 17, 2017 11:53:46 GMT -6
Krein- Talori- Outsider
Krein stepped out of the cavern that he had decided would be his sleeping, and general existence, hallow for the time being, stretching out into the midmorning sun, purposefully moving so his scales and antlers were bathed in Ignacio's heat and light. Ever since his.... arrival, he assumed would be the correct term, in this wet jungle land, the kirin had attempted to seclude himself from as many as these other horses as much as possible. Their lack of scales, antlers, love for fire, and respect for Ignacio almost revolted him on a constant level. Their love for secrets seems to be greater than the greatest of lovers. Nothing about this new land and it's equines was known to Krein, and the fish have avoided any questions about any topics more pressing to their culture other than the basics of life.
Krein tuned out one of the elder horses, a cleric if he remembered the term correctly, as she called out to the kindlings about something or another. Nothing that really caught the child of Ignacio's attention or fancy. Honestly he was the most fond of the kindlings, so long as they kept their distances. There just had been something pure and innocent about all of them, they seemed less weary of the world surrounding them most of the time than the older ones were. Though wither that was childhood innocence of the world, or overly foolish bravery was a question up for debate by the greatest of minds (and if it wasn't it really should be). Krein's ears folded against his scales at the excitement (and coughing) that responded the cleric's word, obviously something that had gotten the kindlings excited.
The pale thoroughbred kirin started muttering prayers to Ignacio under his breath, staring at the bright sun of Ignacio's glory, hoping that whatever these plans were, he would be excluded from their ideals of amusement.
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Post by peggycupcake23 on Aug 18, 2017 9:57:29 GMT -6
Oriana
"All the dust and wind blew high. It Appeared gold in the sunset sky" For the past three months, the golden filly, Oriana was unhappy and gloomy. Her Father lefted early this morning to gather supplies while she remained here in the ruined temple. Oriana was sitting in a corner and watched the young and innocent kids. Watch, that's all Oriana do these days, watching at the people who have a life. She watched the children inventing a conversation between themselves while she sits there in silence with no interest to play games or talk to anyone. Oriana was heavy with grief and heartbroken at the thought of her Mother, could still be missing or possibly dead. Already filled with fear and dread, and beginning to feel sick to her stomach, Oriana closed her watery blue eyes and struggled to hold back the tears “No” she quietly muttered to herself, angrily “Don’t cry, you are not the weak !” the filly knew that tears would lead to sympathy, it made her feel weak and vulnerable. She bit her lip harshly in attempt to conceal anymore words that wanted to escape from her mouth and didn’t want the other children ear dropping on her. Her world had shattered and didn’t know if it would ever be right again. A warm, friendly voice brought Oriana back to reality. Her eyes watched her the way a Jaguar watched a deer. Oriana remained where she was and politely dipped her head with respect when the Cleric, Thalassa greeted them with a warm, happy smile and asking would they be interested to go exploring? This small request made Oriana hesitated, with an uncertain gaze at the appaloosa mare. Was it truly safe to go off exploring right now? However surely it would not hurt to go, she always enjoyed having adventure. Oriana took an step forward at the gathering “very well” she said in a calm and unhurried voice. It was better to be doing something then nothing and she didn’t want to be consumed with her troubling thoughts, she needed a distraction “Where should we start first?” she asked in a ladylike manner. Post:1 Word count:345 To Oriana ![]() |
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 19, 2017 11:31:22 GMT -6
SINCLAIR CASIMIR
INDENTURED SERVANT
 inclair had awakened to the sound of some of the horses of the temple's departure. That would mean she had been left, with any other adults, to watch over the children. It was a job that the mare could not help but adore, her gentle heart smiling at the thought of spending time with the tenderfoot children. She stretched her stiff legs a few times before moving to nose around in the vegetation, one eye turned to the children and the others in her company. Thalassa, kind as she was and a familiar face by now, approached the children. Delighting not only them, but Sinclair as well as she pricked her ears to pick up on the conversation. She called out to the mare, "An adventure, I like it." With a soft laugh before swinging her head around to the Kirin as he presented himself.
"Good morning," she greeted him with a slow dip of the head. While uncertain of the Kirin's place with them, Sinclair was not one to turn such a horse away, regardless of their species. His disgruntled nature sweeping over the group sometimes. Often, it was good he kept to himself, but today... "Perhaps, you would like to join us? It would be much work to keep everyone in line, but easier with your help." Her blue eyes glimmered with something like mirth, seeing as she was most sure the kirin wouldn't wish to join them. "Perhaps you will learn something of yourself?" Sinclair continued, though now she turned to go and greet Thalassa and the children.
words: 270
hex code: #023b91
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 19, 2017 16:17:33 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Today was definitely an unusual day for Dawson. Normally his days were spent with Belle, either playing with her, taking her out a little ways into the foliage to teach her what plants were safe and which were not, or trying to encourage her to play with the other foals- something that was only successful half the time. However, today one of the older adults came over, and with a knowing glance at Dawson, asked Belle if she would be so kind as to help her forage for food for the small community. Many of the adults knew now that Belle was pretty much Dawson's shadow, not that he minded in the least. In fact, Dawson seemed to prefer it that way, because at least then he could keep an eye on her and make sure nothing bad could happen to her. However, watching Belle shyly acquiesce to the elder horse, Dawson felt relief. If Belle was able to start doing activities without him, maybe she was finally starting to let go of her fear and shyness. Maybe he was looking too much into the small task, but if this older mare could get Belle out of her shell, they were aces in his mind.
While his sister was out looking for food, Dawson busied himself with watching over the other foals. The time must've passed by faster than he'd realized because a bright and cheery voice caught him nodding off slightly. With a few blinks to wake himself up, he noticed it must be near mid morning by now. Naiya, who had also taken the time to take a nap, let out a round of round of chirping squeaks as if to say "We're going too!" before waddling from Dawson's rump to his shoulder blades, chattering away happily. The young agriculturist twisted his neck and nuzzled his otter companion before making his way to where Thalassa was standing. A golden coat drew his attention, and he saw Krein unhappily watching the now excited Tenderfeet before another one of the adults spoke to him, offering for the kirin to join them. Seeing Dawson look over at the kirin, Naiya began squeaking animatedly at the kirin, and Dawson would swear she was telling him to stop being a sourpuss and just join them already.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 19, 2017 16:39:03 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post One
Thalissa's chipper greeting awakened Moree from a drowsy mid-morning nap. Although the appaloosa Cleric always rose early to pay her morning respects to Cascade, she had been unable to remain awake after today's morning ablutions, and instead had sprawled out on the damp earth, mane fanned over her like a blanket, while her brother frolicked nearby.
Blinking slowly, Mo shook her head to clear it, focusing upon the other mare's words. Exploring, was it? Scrambling to what was left of her feet, Moree telekinetically tightened the straps that held her prosthetic in place. As she did so, she wondered how exactly she was supposed to tramp from one side of the ruins to the other, with gods know what along the way. The very thought had her ready to decline Thalissa's offer, until Owain piped up, enthusiasm dripping from every word as he spoke. Despite whatever struggles she had with her little brother, Moree had to admit that his pleading tugged at her heartstrings a little. But, if she agreed to take Owain with the group, she would be in charge of keeping the gangly colt safe, and that could be a task.
The golden palomino mare was less than pleased to be considered responsible for her younger brother's well being, though her discontent with the given situation was eased somewhat by the presence of Thalissa, whom Moree viewed as an authority figure, much like her own mother. With the other mare leafing the way, and more and more horses agreeing to join in - including the strange Kirin - how could Moree say No?
"Owain and I will be glad to join you all," the mare piped up, her voice clear and bell-like, belying the concerns that were circling inside her skull. Come what may, she would have to figure out how to keep herself and her brother safe, and that was a worrisome thought. But, it was perhaps somewhat less worrisome than sitting around wondering if she would ever see her mother or father alive again.
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Post by mariahwhy on Aug 19, 2017 23:27:57 GMT -6
Seven | Tenderfoot
The first few days at the temple had been taken up with Seven's body simply trying to adjust the stress it had undergone in the attack. The first few weeks were spent hopefully awaiting the arrival of his family. But as the influx of horses started to trickle, the colt began to understand the harsh reality of the situation he'd been forced into. Word began to arrive with the stragglers about the known deaths and captures. His father was one of the deaths. His mother's fate was unknown, but he knew at least one of his siblings had been taken to Torrine by the flock. None of it mattered though, because they weren't here.
Whether his family had ever been truly active in his upbringing or not, there had always been someone around. His parents, the few siblings that had stayed in Inaria - they were a big enough family that he'd always had someone. Now their absence ate at him with a grief that the young colt could barely process. What was worse, was the loss of his twin. The loss of his memory. Seven had perpetuated his brother's life by constantly visiting the beach where he had been lost. He could believe that he has simply returned to the sea. But now the sea was gone, and so his brother was gone. And the truth that he had unconsciously fought for years had finally been realized. His twin was dead. His father was dead. His family was destroyed.
The foal, who would have previously been ecstatic to spend time getting to know so many strangers in the ancient temple of Cascade, found it hard to truly enjoy much of anything. He had become quiet, and his blue eyes only sparkled when a horse approached the temple and he could briefly imagine it might be Five or his mother. But it never was. He helped with the chores when asked, but never offered to do much. He played with the other foals, but did not get into the games as he once would have. In his spare time he did nothing but stare at the old murals on the wall, still trying to make sense of the drawings. He listened intently to speculations made by the adults, or any lore that they decided to share with the young ones. And when Krein had appeared his old, curious self had briefly resurfaced. The kirin was so new, so strange. But quickly his enthusiasm had faded, as the kirin's own sullenness had brought back his own.
The sunlight streaming in through the cracked ruins bathed him now, as he lazily awoke among the other foals to the sounds of talking. He had not been a late sleeper before, but now, with nothing to do, why bother? He blinked languidly at Thalassa as she spoke. A deep part of him still got excited at the idea of exploring. At the idea that there might be more to the historical murals to be found in other parts of the temple. He was wary to let the excitement through however, and so he simply shrugged. "I'll go," he offered, pulling himself to his feet. He shook, the dust particles from his coat glinting in the morning sun as they settled back to the ground.
Walking over to Thalassa he waited as the others gathered, looking at Oriana as the golden filly asked where they should start. Before he would have had many answers to that question, and would have bounded off to begin the exploration immediately, but now he looked between the adults, having finally given in to referring to their judgement after the constant exclamations of "wait" and "be careful" that the foals had received since arriving at this place.
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(OOC: Sorry, I brought a party pooper.)
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 22, 2017 23:33:40 GMT -6
Thalassa There is a swelling storm,
and I'm caught up in the middle of it all
Thalassa watched as the young tenderfeet slowly stood to their feet, looking far more dejected than any child should. The only one to seem truly excited was little Owain, and he honestly didn't know any better. His enthusiasm was contagious though, and the cleric found herself genuinely smiling in response to the little colt.
The older children on the other hoof seemed much more reluctant, and rightly so. It had been a long three months since the Flight's attack, and they hadn't been able to do any of the things children their age should be allowed to. There was no place for them to play safely, they couldn't be overly loud and exuberant, and there weren't many mentors for them to go to and learn when everyone was chipping in just to survive. Almost all of them were missing at least one loved one, if not more. Some, like Seven, had managed to escape the chaos, only to discover none of their family had managed to do the same. It was heartbreaking...
"An adventure, I like it." Sinclair's voice broke into the spotted mare's thoughts. She quickly brought herself back to the present and nodded happily. The pale mare was always such a pleasant companion and was truly caring. It would be wonderful to have her nearby on this venture. "Owain and I will be glad to join you all." Moree' chimed in, causing the mare to smile even brighter. Thalassa had grown quite fond of the young cleric mare over the last few months, and she was glad to have her here now.
"That sounds absolutely lovely!" She said brightly, replying to Moree before turning her gaze to the other remaining adults in the area. "Dawson, Krein, would you be so kind as to join us as well. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated, and your company would be most welcome." She smiled warmly, glancing from face to face as she called out to them. Dawson and Sinclair were always marvelous companions, and when it came to the Kirin, the cleric just wanted to keep him close. While she knew he may not want to join in the childish exploration of the ruins, she didn't trust him enough to be comfortable with the idea of leaving him alone at their base camp. He was one of Ignacio's own, and a stranger no less.
"Now, if there are no objections, I suggest we move out. " She smiled, he gaze shifting to the children. "Would any of you like to lead the way?" She asked, hoping that giving them a bit more freedom would be enough to lift their spirits, even if it was just a little.
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Word Count: 446
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Aug 23, 2017 21:10:13 GMT -6
Tegan : Talori Tenderfoot
Post 1 | WC: 216
"H-hey! Wait for me!" the boy said with utter enthusiasm. Something Tegan had been lacking dramatically until running into the one he'd least expected, yet hoped for most, over the last week. In truth, the young pegasus had been devastated by the disappearance of his closest friend, Jala, after only just being reunited with him. Though his mood seemed to sky-rocket after meeting with his sister for the first time in about a year. Sure, he was a bit weary after hearing of what she'd been up to while she was away. Othala had left home to join the Flight, and in a way, that frightened him, yet any doubt was quickly washed away, replaced with excitement by his sister's temporary return. Though his mood remained a mystery to those around him, it did seem to lift up some sad spirits.
"I'm coming too!" Tegan hollered with a flagged tail as he bounded up onto the stone, quickly catching up to Thalassa and the others, only quieting his voice after realizing it may be disrespectful - Tegan never seemed to have a filter. He dropped his head to weave through fallen rubble with a snort, rushing ahead of the group only to twist his curved ears back moments later and call out an excitable, "come on, then!"
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 25, 2017 8:58:35 GMT -6
Owain
Tenderfoot, Son and Brother
also a little ray of sunshine!
As expected when his sister agreed to the adventure, Owain gave a squeak of excitement and bucked around in circles. The burst was short-lived and left him wheezing, but it did nothing to keep him grounded. He left his pouch of pebbles behind on the ground, positive that it would be there when he returned, and raced off to explore in an unsteady gallop, only to be overtaken by the older Tegan. Giggling at what he instantly perceived as a game of tag, the little one sucked in a breath and tried valiantly to catch up to the pegasus.
"Wait! Wait! " he huffed, if only because he wanted to be the leader. And then he was instantly sidetracked, spotting a particularly pretty stone amongst rubble. It wasn't anything special, a dull brown with grey spots, but to Owain it was magnificent and he simply had to have it! So he veered off to the left a couple of strides, and extracted the stone, only to realise, gasp! He did not have his pouch! Or anywhere else to carry the pebble. Which meant... one of the adults would do. He picked the stone up with delicate lips and trotted, proud as could be straight for Sinclair, and dropped it at his feet.
"For you! " he declared with a beaming smile and then he was off again, back to his original attempt at catching up with Tegan.
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Post by houndflash on Aug 25, 2017 9:59:20 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outsider
Krein gave a huff as the gathering of horses became larger, thankfully those that did notice him, kept a distance from him, though two (another cleric and the fish that showed him kindness by giving him a drink in the first place) thought he should come along, not to mention the otter friend of one continued to chatter at him, and though it's words were unknown to the kirin, the meaning of the chirping was understood as an invitation. And while their offers were tempting, he really just wanted to do anything but going on an exploration adventure with a bun-
Dawson, Krein, would you be so kind as to join us as well. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated, and your company would be most welcome.
The kirin sighed, his ears remained folded back against his scales as he realized that he wasn't going to get a choice in this matter. Krein looked up at the sky in a small prayer before moving to follow, hopefully at the back, the small herd of "explorers". He watched as two of the children started running ahead, the sickly one easily distracted by a rock in the path that he handed off to another one of the adults before continuing on his path.
"By the flames, I shouldn't have even woken up today."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 25, 2017 20:15:10 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post Two
Owain's good nature was infectious, and Moree found herself grinning as she watched her younger brother gallivanting off after Tegan, only to be taken over by his interest in some fascinating pebble or another, which he quickly swooped up and deposited before Sinclair. As he scrambled to and fro, Moree couldn't help but feel the tiniest pang of jealousy as she watched Owain. She'd had friends like he did once, living in Torrine. She'd been their age, their level of understanding. And suddenly, she had not. She had been a baby in a grown mare's body, expected to walk, talk, and act like a lady despite her deficit in growth. Although she wouldn't have wished harm upon her brother, Moree did fantasize that he would enjoy the wiles of childhood even slightly less. Not even his sickly nature kept him from acting in the manner of most children, able to play and make believe with the other foals his age. And unlike the three legged hippocampus, he did not have to fear waking up one day ten years older than his playmates. It wasn't fair, really. Sighing, Moree turned her attention to the rest of the group, attempting to pull her mind away from its envious path.
Limping a bit hastier, until she drew even with Thalissa, Moree drew strength from the fact that another Cleric had embarked on this journey. There was a sense of sisterhood that she felt she could not survive without, now that she had completed her training, and it always made her feel the slightest bit better to know there was another mare who shared that experience nearby. "So," began the golden mare, glancing over her shoulder once to make sure that Owain was still with the group. "What do you expect we'll find?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 30, 2017 3:10:44 GMT -6
Thalassa There is a swelling storm,
and I'm caught up in the middle of it all
The mare grinned as Teagan bolted forward, taking the lead on the venture almost immediately. He was a bold one, and Thalassa believed he could make a great guardian one day if that was the path he decided to take.
"Come on, then!" He hollered as he darted ahead of the little group, making his way past a pile of rubble on the ground. Thalassa shook her head slightly, still smiling, as little Owain's voice piped up from behind, asking Teagan to wait. She turned to watch the little colt run ahead a few feet, only to get distracted by something he instantly needed to give to Sinclair. The spotted mare laughed softly, relieved to finally see some actual joy on the children's faces.
Her ears flicked back to catch Krein's mumbling, but she said nothing, knowing that Sinclair and Dawson seemed to have gained the kirin's trust, at least more than the others had. Instead, she turned her attention to Moree who had come up alongside her, keeping a close eye on Owain as he bounced around erratically.
"So, What do you expect we'll find?"
Moree's curiosity was refreshing, and Thalssa continued to smile as she turned to her, walking briskly behind the excitable children. She had grown quite fond of the young Cleric in the three months they'd been residing in the ruins, and had begun to see her as a younger sister of sorts.
"I'm not quite sure, to be honest... Though I suspect that there is much more to this place than meets the eye. It feels different to me...almost as if the Wave Mother's presence lingers here." Her voice was soft as she spoke. "Cascade herself led us to this place almost three months before the attack, and promised it would be a haven in our time of need. That much has been proven true many times over.... but I can't shake the feeling that this place has many more secrets that have yet to be revealed...." Her gaze returned to the path ahead as she finished talking.
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Word Count: 344
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 30, 2017 3:14:35 GMT -6
As you continue deeper into the ruins, you begin to notice more of a solid structure.
There are rooms that appear to still be decent shape, doors that have remained locked
for centuries, and murals depicting foreign scenes that are in better shape than some
of those gracing the walls in Inaria. A strange feeling washes over you, almost as if it were
a sense of timelessness. You try to ignore it as you push further in, but the deeper you get,
the harder it is to ignore...
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Post by gone-astrayy on Sept 3, 2017 2:24:13 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
It seemed that Naiya's nonstop chirping was breaking down Krein's resolve to remain behind, and Thalassa's invitation to join them secured the kirin along with himself to assist the group. Nodding softly, Dawson gave Thalassa a bright smile "Of course, I'd be delighted." Naiya, seeming to understand that he had accepted to go on an adventure to keep her excitable self entertained, waddled quickly around on his back before situating herself squarely between his shoulders, her chirping lifting his spirits higher than they'd been for some time.
Watching Owain and Tegan surging forward as Thalassa asked who wanted to take the lead, Dawson smiled and fell in line behind Thalassa, Sinclair and Moree, before looking back at Krein and jerking his head, motioning for the kirin to come with them. While the kirin was still quite... an out of place sight, Dawson saw that he wasn't appearing to be leaving anytime soon, and decided to try and make their time around each other less awkward at the least. And Naiya seemed to like the kirin well enough, so that was good enough for Dawson. The argriculturist's ears pricked up as Moree and Thalassa began conversing with each other, and Dawson found himself curious as well, to what they'd find within the bowels of the ruins.
Between watching the foals, listening to the light conversation, and taking side glances at their kirin companion, the young stallion saw what appeared to be doors surfacing from the darkness, as well as a smattering of murals. Dawson stopped at one of the murals, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion. "These looks newer than some of the murals in my village... But that can't be right... Can it, Thalassa?" the teens youth belied him as his widened eyes turned, begging answers from his older companion.
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Post by posy-punch on Sept 3, 2017 11:36:14 GMT -6
SINCLAIR CASIMIR
INDENTURED SERVANT
inclair smiled as each horse chimed in. She took up her place at the very back of the group, her watchful blue eyes taking care to watch for each child. She remembered the cassowry they’d run into a few months ago, and just that was enough to have her on edge. Tegan streamed past her setting another, wider smile upon her face. “Be careful darling, we don’t want you tripping over any rocks or vines!” She called out upon his passing, her voice musical. Owain followed him quickly, the sickly little colt jumping to follow the older tenderfoot. Just as quickly, he was distracted, leaving Sinclair to giggle softly, endeared by the colt. Just like that Owain dropped the pebble at the mare’s hooves. “Thank you!” She grinned cherrily, then Owain was gone, darting off again. Sinclair smiled and plucked the brown stone up with her telekinesis, letting it float gently beside her.
As she walked, a careful eye trained on the children, she noticed the disrepair had lessened. The murals were beautiful, and while they seemed to have been here for centuries, they remained somewhat timeless. As beautiful as it was to the mare, it set in her a feeling of unease, and so she called out a gentle warning to the children. “Watch out for places that appear sturdy kiddos, some of them might not be as well-preserved as they seem.” She fleetingly thought back to the ruins in which they were staying. This was hardly as destroyed.
She picked up the pace so she walked next to Thalassa, Moree, and Dawson, noting the teen's invitation was outstretched to the kirin. She listened to the Dawson's questions before putting in her own two cents. "They almost look as if they could be as new as some of the murals recently commissioned in the Capital, but, Dawson's right, that can't be true."
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hex code: #023b91
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Post by houndflash on Sept 4, 2017 9:52:53 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outsider
Krein stayed as far to the back of this little exploration party, basically headed by kindlings, as he possibly could, and ignoring any of the glances from anyone else within the pary. Of course there was a horse behind him, loudly warning the young ones from straying too far, or being weary of their surroundings. Krein almost gave a huff in amusement at everyone's excitement, barely schooling his expression in time. As they went farther into the ruins, their surrounds became more and more interesting to the kirin. He stopped momentarily at each mural, studying the subject matter presented in each, keeping an ear out to the words behind him.
"I don't know how old these things are," The kirin muttered under his breath, fully expecting for none of these horses to care about his opinion, "but whoever created them has an eye for detail and beauty, to say the least." Krein tore his gaze from his surroundings and glanced at some of the other horses. "Are you sure that there had been no others inhabiting this place before you found it? I know little of jungles, but this place seems well preserved for only being uncovered in recent years."
Post 3- Word count- 198
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Post by mariahwhy on Sept 4, 2017 21:45:37 GMT -6
Seven | Tenderfoot
For once not pushing to be at the front of the group, Seven kept a lazy pace in the middle of the group. The words between the others slipped in one ear and out the other, never settling into his mind for more than a brief moment. His eyes followed the ruins, tracing the the fallen walls that had become their home. But as they walked he could almost imagine the temple was repairing itself. Less and less did the plants invade the walls and floor, and the bare stones soon became whole walls. A small flame of curiosity began to grow in his eyes at the first closed door they passed. He paused in front of it, the tapped it with a small hoof. It gave a hallow noise, but did not immediately swing open as he had expected. His teal teke appeared around the handle and gave a quick tug, but the door still did not move. Slightly frustrated at being stopped so soon into the exploration, he whined, "That's not fair. It's locked." The foal turned back to the group, but cast one frown back to the door. "Do you think they are all locked?" He directed his question at no one, and had spotted another door up ahead when the beginning of a mural came into view. He could not help but give a small gasp, his tense face suddenly lighting up. The colt bounded towards the wall, any cautions from the adults completely unheeded. Rearing up to place his front hooves on the stone wall to craned over to examine details of the mural more closely.
"These are so beautiful compared to the others!" he exclaimed, drinking in every bit of it that he could. Suddenly he hopped down and rushed to the next one, trying to take them all in. Now the words of the group, focused on the murals, sunk in, and he turned to hear Krein's question. "No," the colt shook his head, "this place was completely empty the first time we came here. But do you know what all of these mean?" A quick jerk of the head towads a mural. He heard it whispered that the kirin remembered nothing. It was hard to know for sure, with as closed-off as the stallion was, but Seven knew one thing; the other murals had depicted kirins, and he had thought they didn't exist. But then Krein appeared. Perhaps Krein knew more than he let on. "Are these things you've seen before," he asked, drawing up to the kirin and motioning towards the depictions on the walls. (Words: 436) |
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Sept 5, 2017 9:55:21 GMT -6
Tegan
Post 2 | WC: 227
Heeding at least partially to the adults' warnings, Tegan dropped his head to scan the ground as he continued forward, flicking his toes out in an elegant trot inherited from his parents.. Oh how he missed his mother and father. Yet the boy was easily distracted, and could keep his mind hidden away from any sadness if he tried hard enough, though one could only hope he could keep it up.
Dropping to a halt, the leggy pegasus spun his neck to peer at the small, sickly foal who seemed to be trailing him, "Heheh, come on Owain! Hurry up!" Beside his encouragements, Tegan spoke softly with a smile and kind eyes; a look usually reserved for his younger sisters. Though as the group continued to head forward, Tegan's green-eyed gaze was stolen from the foal, and cast upon the seemingly new rooms and walls established inside the ruins. Murals glittering the scene with sparkling colors and impressive images; stretching his neck forward with perked ears and head feathers, the young tenderfoot walked toward Seven's familiar figure. Tegan stared up at the murals with mouth agape until his head spun toward Thalassa and Sinclair, the two mares who seemed to be most knowledgeable in the eyes of the young pegasus.
"But.." the tenderfoot stuttered in question, "how has this temple been so well maintained? I don't understand." |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 6, 2017 17:58:21 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post Three
As the group ventured farther into the ruins, instead of becoming more dilapidated, the surrounding area became quite ironically more and more maintained, until it flourished into a hallway of rooms and murals, more decorative and splendidly carved than any of those that the young Cleric had seen so far in their exploration. Staring wide-eyed at the images, she breathed shallowly, almost as though she feared the slightest shift might send the gorgeous depictions crumbling into ruin. How on earth had they been hidden here for so long and maintained so pristinely? Even the stranger, the kirin, seemed to be awed by the abilities of whatever equine had carved out the depictions, and Moree wondered silently if they reminded the outsider of something from lands beyond the Talorian reach. He did not say anything to that affect, but her imagination was broad enough to pick up on Krein's words and extrapolate them to mean far more than they may have meant.
The plethora of Tenderfeet seemed to have similar ideas about what had caused the temple's sudden shift in appearance, as many of them barked out questions, just like the ones running through Moree's mind. Truthfully, the mare felt a little ashamed that her thought pattern was so close to that of the children, but she kept her face neutral lest some equine decide to comment on any signs of displeasure she could have displayed.
"I don't know how it's been kept like this," the palomino said, eyes roaming over the carvings, drinking them in thirstily as she spoke. "But this temple is not by any stretch of the imagination ordinary. No wild beasts have come near us, and there are always an abundance of food-plants to be found nearby, to name a few oddities," she listed. "Perhaps these rooms, and these carvings, are mysterious by the same power as that."
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Post by SagaWolf on Sept 7, 2017 6:27:58 GMT -6
Owain
Tenderfoot, Son and Brother
also a little ray of sunshine!
Spurred on by Tegan's words, Owain followed as best he could, giggling at random and bounding on shaky legs all over the place until his shaky breath finally had him slow down. Then he would wait a couple of minutes and another brief ball of energy would send him off in a random direction. Mostly he was looking for pebbles and rocks to collect, but when he noticed Tegan slowing down, he finally began to take in the world up above his head... and it made him nervous.
With his head lowered and his fleshy ears flattened, Owain wormed in between Tegan and Seven and peered up at the brightly coloured murals. He didn't understand what he was seeing, only that they were beautiful pictures, but they made him whimper nervously. He abandoned the other tenderfeet and hurried to his sister's side, pressing into Moree's golden protection.
"...Momma, " Owain whined at his sister's side, a low sound which promised tears if Kalakara didn't magically appear in a few minutes. He was frightened of the change all around him and desperate for reassurance. Suddenly this adventure stuff wasn't all that fun!
Word count: 190 | Post: #3
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Post by peggycupcake23 on Sept 7, 2017 14:25:35 GMT -6
Oriana "All the dust and wind blew high. It appeared gold in the unset sky" Oriana was more than wise and sensible enough to stay close to the group but the golden filly was easily distracted and untroubled which made her forget her worries and troubles. She smiled as the corner of her lip curled and there were simple things in life that brought her radiant smile back to life. Oriana started to become impressed by feeling admiration, interest, and respect for the detailed and beautiful murals on the walls. The filly walked gracefully and quietly while observing the murals and her mind began to wonder with curiosity, what were they meant to present? And what was the story behind it? Oriana guessed she will never know the truth behind it. But these murals looked new to her but the sound of clapping hooves brought Oriana back to reality. Her gaze was drawn to Tegan, the Piebald Peafowl Pegasus who made his way over to the older, mature mares Thalassa and Sinclair. Secretly Oriana admitted to herself quietly “He’s cute and adorable” as she walked over to listen to the conversation and couldn’t help but be nosy. Very quietly Oriana listened and looking at the group with their many questions wanting to be answered and the filly observed the reactions of the fellow equines. Oriana cleared her throat and began to speak with a calm voice but at the same time feeling nervous “Well, whoever was here before we arrived is unknown to us? And I don’t think we will ever know” she said with honesty. The gold-coloured filly noticed the newest and youngest tenderfeet, Owain looked nervous and unsure of the situation as he whimpered and stayed close to his older sister Moree. Oriana understand being scared was normal but there was nothing worse than making a young tenderfeet feeling scared. But then suddenly Oriana started to feel scared which couldn’t be ignored, she knew it was dumb to be scared but couldn’t help it. The Problem was that she always over thought everything that she saw when no one else could see it become a problem. Oriana called out to the group “Perhaps we should leave? I can’t ignore this shaky and nervous feeling” her own brain played on her with her deepest fears “Don’t you all feel scared?” Oriana looked over her small shoulder and her sky-blue eyes were as wide as if someone was coming to bring a fatal blow from the locked doors. post:2 words:403 To Oriana |
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 8, 2017 2:53:12 GMT -6
As you wander deeper into the "ruins", you hear an unfamiliar voice. While your instinct to run is strong, something more compelling draws you
in, beckoning you to venture deeper within. Unable to resist, you press on, opening a large set of engraved doors to reveal a small room with equines of all
shapes and sizes standing around a large table conversing. It seems so
familiar,and yet absolutely foreign at the same time. As you look around,
you hear a name you've only ever heard in tales of Aquore's history: Emperor Damarion.
You turn swiftly to see the fabled stallion, speaking with those who could
only be his officials. Confusion sweeps over you as you realize that the equine wearing
the Defender's insignia is a pegasus. While you can't make out what is being said,
it's quite obvious they are all working together as they stare down at what
could only be a map lying open on a table.
Taking a step forward, the scene changes, and you find yourself staring at a large open area, scattered with huts. Hippocampi, pegasi, unicorns, and
horses were all milling about, working and laughing together as they built
up more huts, and ate together. It's clear to see that there was a mutual
respect and care for all who were there, and you struggle to wrap your
head around it. It's so surreal, especially in the wake of all that has
happened, and yet the scene unfolds so naturally, it's hard to believe
anything else could exist.
The scene changes again, and this time you can hear equines talking about
the solstice ceremony. Everyone seems overjoyed and you find yourself wondering
if the sacrifice is about to begin. Though as time passes, the day seems to be filled with feasting,
games, and competitions of all kinds, seeming more joyous than the somber procession to
pegasi's leap. As the sun begins to set, you realize there is no sacrifice. You've heard of a time before the sacrifices, of course, but you never truly believed.
You hardly have time to wonder what it is you're seeing before everything fades out,
leaving you standing in the dark with nothing but your companions and the memory of what you've seen...
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 8, 2017 20:53:05 GMT -6
Moree || Cleric || Post 4
Just as suddenly as Owain had darted ahead of the group, he was running back to her side, cleaving to his sister as though she could somehow supplement the lack of his mother. Moree nuzzled the small colt, attempting to comfort him as they pressed ahead, deeper into the ruins of the temple.
The room into which the group stumbled was awe-inspiring. Moree’s eyes widened as the collection of equine stumbled into the midst of the ephemeral images. The golden appaloosa could barely comprehend what she was seeing, as the ghostly shapes of emperors past wandered through the room, depicting the events of ancient history. It amazed the hippocampus mare to see a Pegasus holding the position of Guardian, and her jaw dropped as she drank in the scenery. The scene shifted a half dozen times, depicting the infamous sacrifice day...without the main event. For the teenager, it was impossible to comprehend a solstice without bloodshed, considering the only one to which Moree had been witness to ended in a horrific, violent terrorist attack. It wad incomprehensible to the child how anyone could possibly believe in the utopic world which the room had displayed.
As the images faded, Moree became aware of her heart pounding in her chest, pumping blood through her veins with the force of a raging river. Her bones felt as though they were made from rubber, and her skin was hot beneath her golden fur. Blinking dazzled blue eyes, the mare struggled to make her sluggish tongue speak, breaking the eerie stillness of the ancient room.
“What in Cascade's name was that?”
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Post by houndflash on Sept 10, 2017 8:09:40 GMT -6
Krein- Talori- Outsider
Krein continued forward, ignoring the hoofsteps of the rest of the group, and only pausing when one of the kindlings questioned him personally if any of the murals had anything to do with his own memories. The kirin snorted before muttering under his breath about kindling's quest to question everything, as the others joined in on a myriad of inquires about the murals and if the adults knew anything about them. He looked down at the young unicorn who had directed his question to Krein, "Never seen anything like this in my life, at least I don't remember seeing such scenes. My memory's reach is short and vague currently."
He continued with the others down the long hallway until they reached a seemingly uneventful room, that they all seemed to be compelled to go towards. The scenes that played out were strange in their own right, for Krein's mind. After all, instead of a famed name of a past Emperor, all he heard was a name. There was no shock that came from seeing the large golden Pegasus sitting and discussing things at the same table as the hippocampus that stood as the head. The only awe that shook Krein's mind at the Solstice Festival scene is that there were so many of all the species in one place, flying around and partying, almost giving the sense of home to the small area. So as the others came out of their vision, and the exclamation of shocked question came out of one of the cleric's mouths, Krein remained unphased.
"I would assume it means that peace is in the future." He said, continuing to process the images that had been shown to him, trying to figure out why Ignacio's children weren't present from what he saw, or wondering if they were, but they had been in hiding. "That or a celebration of some sort. Perhaps your Cascade is showing you the future to keep you uplifted for the challenges ahead, or something. Inspiration to keep ones moving forward, as some say."
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 11, 2017 1:22:43 GMT -6
Thalassa There is a swelling storm,
and I'm caught up in the middle of it all
As the group made their way deeper into the "ruins" , as if they could even be called that anymore, Thalassa found herself staring in awe of how well preserved everything seemed. Beautiful murals and mosaics graced the still sturdy walls and she almost felt like she could loose herself in the timelessness of it all. It was so strange and surreal, and yet, the Cleric couldn't help but feel oddly at peace here. Cascade was truly watching over them all.
"I don't know how it's been kept like this, But this temple is not by any stretch of the imagination ordinary. No wild beasts have come near us, and there are always an abundance of food-plants to be found nearby, to name a few oddities,Perhaps these rooms, and these carvings, are mysterious by the same power as that."
Thalassa nodded slightly as Moree spoke. "When last I came to this temple, a vision of Cascade promised that this place would become a haven for us in a dark time... Maybe it is her protection that has kept this place as it is." The mare mused allowed in response.
Her thoughts were cut relatively short though as the children began to give voice to their concerns. Talk of fear and turning back came from a chorus of voices and Thalassa paused, trying to decide what to do next. She didn't want to frighten the children, but she couldn't shake the feeling that there were secrets left here that were just waiting to be discovered.
"One more room and then we can turn around..." She said, walking towards a large set of beautifully carved doors. Slowly, she opened them and walked inside, only to be greeted with the strangest of sights. There were equines wandering around and talking in hushed tones about something she could only imagine was important. She tried to get their attention but to no avail. Just as she was about to scream, one of the equines walked through her, as if it were a ghost.
What in Cascade's name was going on? Confusion muddled the mare's thoughts until she heard a name she had only ever heard from the stories of Aquore's history. Damarion. Turning to look, she saw a sight she had never believed she would. There was the first Talori Emperor, speaking with his Defender. Not a terribly strange sight until she realized the Defender was a pegasus. What was going on? Was this all some sort of trick? Or if this was something that had occurred, why did no one know of it?
The scene shifted and Thalassa watched in awe as equines of all kinds worked together to build up what seemed to be the beginnings of Inaria. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves, without any fear or strife. Nothing she could see led her to believe these horses understood the impurity that pegasi carried with them... and yet, it seemed to be alright.
As she stepped further into the scene, it shifted once more. this time reflecting what could only be a solstice ceremony from what was being said, and yet as the day turned into night, it was clear it lacked the sacrifice that came every solstice evening. Instead there was fun, and all sorts of games, and a contagious joy that made the cleric smile.
Then, just as quickly, it vanished. She was left standing alongside her companions in a dark and seemingly empty room. “What in Cascade's name was that?” Moree asked, confusion evident in her voice. Thalassa tried to respond, but found herself utterly speechless for the moment, as she was just as confused.
"Never seen anything like this in my life, at least I don't remember seeing such scenes. My memory's reach is short and vague currently. I would assume it means that peace is in the future.That or a celebration of some sort. Perhaps your Cascade is showing you the future to keep you uplifted for the challenges ahead, or something. Inspiration to keep ones moving forward, as some say." The kirin's voiced piped up, his ignorance almost refreshing. Thalassa shook her head, still searching for the right words when a voice spoke from the darkness.
"That was not a glimpse of the future." It said softly. "What you just witnessed were fragments of the past, long since forgotten by all by a chosen few." The voice sounded almost sad as it finished speaking, becoming silent once more.
Thalassa gasped softly, drawing the nearest children closer to her side. Who was this speaker and what did they want?
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Word Count: 763
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Sept 14, 2017 11:24:51 GMT -6
Tegan Post 3 | WC: 327
Tegan held his neck straight up high, both ears and feathers perked atop his bald head with eager interest, his body tensed with a stance that kept the young bird balanced and almost ready to leap into action if it were called upon him. The images that were displayed before his eyes were unimaginable; the temple obviously held much more magic than what had met the eye. Yet what really struck the boy was the winged defender.. or who he at least believed to be the defender. It inflicted a tightening in Tegan's chest, were these positions really opened to someone like him? Would they be? He felt hope and pride boil inside him. When he was younger, the small pegasus had dreamed of becoming a guardian just like his father had been before his injury. Though that hope would quickly be swallowed up after realizing he'd be fighting hardly more than his winged kin, and for the time being, his sister. The idea of being held as a mere weapon by the council was something that began to eat away at him after all, he wasn't a tool. Though if this pegasus could, perhaps he could slip into the powerful shoes of an official as well. The boy was eager to quit scraping the barrel inflicted on him by discrimination against his winged family, he was ready to prove himself, given the chance.
His body braced at a mysterious voice that lit the air around them, yet he soon relaxed, the voice was calm, gentle, almost soothing.
"It's.. It's Cascade!" He chirped with a contrast of excitement and worry.
Though what the voice.. Cascade, stated made the foal worry, he fluffed his piebald wings in closer to his side as his thoughts raced, this was the past? How were they looking at the past? Should this leave him hopeful, that perhaps his herd could go back to their old ways? or frightened that they never would? |
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Post by SagaWolf on Sept 15, 2017 7:21:02 GMT -6
Owain
Tenderfoot, Son and Brother
also a little ray of sunshine!
Pressed against his sister's side, his fears eased by a nuzzled touch, Owain slowly relaxed though he remained glued to Moree. He couldn't explain his worry and only knew that he wanted his mother and he wanted to be back in the ruins he knew. He wanted to go back home, not deeper into the unknown. "One more room and then we can turn around..." Thalassa promised, and Owain gave a soft, resigned sigh.
He was stunned stiff when the room turned out to be filled with strangers! Owain did not do well with strangers and all of these equines were milling about far too much for his liking. He had no chance of understanding the scene before him, and to one so young it was just downright scary.
Once the odd sight had passed and adults and Tenderfeet began to speculate out loud, only to had a disembodied voice respond from the darkness, Owain planted his little butt on the floor... and began to cry. It was silent aside from mewling and sniffling, rather than an ear-shattering wailing, and it was the only thing that made any sense to him.
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