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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 27, 2017 15:35:09 GMT -6
We Are Nothing
Setting: At one of the Cultist's camp on the outskirts of the War Forged lands, the Disciples build up a place to rest and plot for what is to come next. The Nothing follow along, in hopes to gain some sort of attention or perhaps be spared with food and some care.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 27, 2017 15:41:28 GMT -6
Regret
It wasn't as if he expected things to be different now that everyone had found a place to rest or at least set up another camp. Regret had tried to linger close to his mother, but a few swift kicks from her, sent him tagging along father behind her, out of reach from where she could swipe out at him. He longed for her attention, but knew it was not acceptable at least not here. Regret was nothing, it was what his mother told him all the time during the day, but at times he was alone with her, she would whisper such sweet things to him a promise of a name, a promise of things to come. Oh how she told him he was her sweetest regret. It was a name he knew well and it was in those moments he longed for the most, in those moments his mother seemed to show the slightest affection and he feasted upon it like a ravenous wolf.
Though now was not the time for such things, not when all were awake and moving about. The best part about being a nothing? One simple got to do nothing, there was no one asking him to help set up this or that. Or asking him to get wood for a fire, no they acted like he didnt exist and he was confused if that was a blessing or a curse. It was not rare to see Disciples slay their own kind and in those moments fights broke out he found himself thankful to not being seen, being ignored.
For the time being, Regret found himself looking out at them from a safe distance, no longer trailing after his mother, especially after the stern look she gave him. A warning that if he kept it up, he may get more then a few cracked bones. Regret glanced around the place, and hummed faintly, trying his best to keep to himself, but craved attention and wanted to be around someone or something.
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Post by mule-guts on Oct 3, 2017 13:48:30 GMT -6
| hey, young loney is it all okay? Vitali | Wanderer
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Being ignored was not a new concept to the colt. The horse he called Mother was not really his and she didn’t much care for him past his bones. She had harbored him after he was hurt, hoping he healed properly. However, she pitied the boy, at least, for now. He was not officially Nothing but he certainly was, nothing. A mere shadow in the corner of your eye, a faint tickle across your back, things that you would pay no mind to. It was something he had gotten used to.
Though he didn’t travel with the cultists, he usually stayed near. He was a young wanderer, able to do what he wanted but today, he’d stayed rather close. Especially since the Disciples edged War-Forged. With what happened at the small village of Holmsa, he’d rather not encounter another situation of the same caliber. He hugged the edge of the campsite, kicking stones and tormenting small bugs. Naturally, he wished to have someone to play with, however, he was too timid to engage anyone. Everyone here was a little..off. But, nonetheless, this was his new “family” and he would learn their ways.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Nov 8, 2017 11:54:13 GMT -6
Regret
Head shook a bit, the bone skull on his head at times rubbed his face raw, but it was a gift from mother, and he would gladly bare its pain. He hissed faintly as he finally got the skull to rest easy on his face, mother said he was growing and would need a new one in time, Regret assumed his mother enjoyed teaching him the lesson on pain. For he learned that lesson almost daily from different types. Eyes glanced around and there he spotted the smaller one. Small like him, but not fully one of them? He'd seem them scamper after the Cult, but never coming to close.
Regret looked around assuring himself mother would not see him wander to far off. Not like she would care, but she was curious and if she found this other colt, well. It could be quite deadly. He pushed the thought away as he moved lightly towards them. The little feathered thing he mused, at times he wish he had a horn like mother and the others, thankful he had a skull with the horn to made up for his lack of anything special.
"Hello?" he called out to them. He was not afraid, for why be afraid of something that could be around the same size of him? What do this one do that others have not? None the less Regret moved forwards until he was near the other. "Who are you?" he asked curiously arching a brow as his pale gold eyes looked to them.
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Post by mule-guts on Feb 5, 2018 14:18:37 GMT -6
| hey, young loney is it all okay? Vitali | Wanderer
WC | 229
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Vitali didn’t notice the sound of the young colt creeping near, not until his equally small voice rang upon his rounded ears. His ears snapped up, almost making a sound like a whip if you listened close enough. Head following suite, his dark brown eyes meeting the pale ones of the other. He had seen this other boy around, never bothered to pay real attention to him but all Vitali knew was that he was the red mare’s spawn. She definitely scared him more often than not. Nonetheless, he gave his attention to him, assessing what he was asking, and trying to find his voice.
“N-no one...” His voice was strained and shaky, as if he rarely used it, which was indeed the case. There was no need for it. However, the colt couldn’t remember the name he was given and Mother hadn’t decided on a new one for him. So, for the time being, he was just that, no one. His wings tucked in close sheepishly as the foal inched closer. A faint crunch of a bug filled the silence as he shifted his weight to accept the presence of the masked boy. His striped head tilted slightly, curious but cautious of him. “W-who are...YOU?” The statement took a bit longer to get out than before, but it gave him the time to finish analyzing his new company.
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