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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 2, 2017 15:26:54 GMT -6
Mouths Only Lying
A roleplay between Jade (Royaltric) and Voidra (Faunafawn)  |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 3, 2017 7:49:54 GMT -6
Voidra
One last check, she mused to herself as she browsed within her traveling bag, it seemed she had everything. Without a second to spare, she tossed in some of her healing herbs and wraps within the bag enjoying how it stuck out from the pack with ease. With a huff, she pulled on the traveling saddle bag and move forwards, she wanted to try this out and what better way, then practice it out on some poor soul. To play the wounded mare once more, cry wolf as she had done a few times before to lure her prey close to her. Oh, she thought with a shiver, it was of course Digends plan to uproot everything they all knew, and throw in chaos within their minds.
It was mid morning the sun was rising and it seemed to melt some of the snow on the ground, but still it was frozen beneath her hooves. Hearty land, but she will disrupt it, make it soft and yielding with the blood of the innocent. Trekking forwards she scoped out the are and nodded with delight it was the perfect place. Looking to her hind leg she smirked a bit as, "Good ole reliable" she chuckled as she cut her leg a bit, nothing deep no grand, enough to get the blood running, grabbing a vile of blood within the pack of hers, she splattered a bit of blood on her flanks and more drizzled down on her leg. Perfection, she truly was a piece of artwork, deserving to be modeled in the house of the rich within Aodhian homes. Vanity will always be their downfall.
Moving slowly she carried her leg and hobbled forwards she looked a mess as if she had been on a long journey, yet she knew how to play this role. This healer wounded andattacked. The wilds never really a good place for a lone Vagabond. She trekked closer to where more lone War Forged where found. Hobbling forwards with a small specks of blood left in her wake. She brought tears to her eyes and moved forwards with ease waiting to give notice to someone. Her hind leg lifted tenderly as she tried her best to move forwards, she truly looked pathetic out in the snow wounded and weary. The perfect role.
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Post by Royaltrix on Oct 3, 2017 21:36:15 GMT -6
J A D E
"We know what we are,
but know not what we may be."
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Most days Jade would bide her time at home, resting in her parlor; bathing in the small rays of light casting themselves through her draped windows. But ever since her escapade on the mountain that resulted in nothing but trauma for all, Jade was no longer able to just sit idly for hours upon hours.
She was restless. Jade was itching to do more than just exist. But the gods did not favor her kindling ambition. Her once plentiful reservoirs of energy were heavily depleted, sleep avoiding her like a plague, and she was running on fumes. In spite of her body working against her, her mind refused to give into the failures of the flesh. The chimera mare found it easier to hone her thoughts outside of her home, which led her to begin a habit of wandering aimlessly with no true place she'd want to be.
Coming out of the deep recesses of her mind, the soft crunching and dragging of hooves nearby brought her back to the present. A lone unicorn mare, possibly a medic by the looks of the luggage she carried; injured and limping right towards her. Blood trailed behind her, ruby droplets painting the ground. Jade halted altogether, as tension coiled within her gut and rendered her immobile.
What was she supposed to do?
If they were a vagabond, how could she trust them? A slight throb echoed in her lips, where three minuscule scars marred them. A physical reminder of why she should never trust loners. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth. But what if they were a fellow member of the War-Forged? Not aiding them when they obviously needed it went against everything Jade stood for.
As she glanced back at the mare, Jade felt disgusted with herself as she watched the other shed tears right before her. How could she not help them? Chewing on her lip anxiously, she approached the mare cautiously. "Are..." she hesitated, mustering up the will to continue.
"Are you alright..?"
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