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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 14:42:57 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ Throwing her head back, Esmae felt the bright sun shine down onto her face, warming her coat. Inhaling the crisp air, she smiled to herself. She was going to visit her parents. Surely, they missed her. What more could she have asked for? There was nothing more familiar than the beating sun and tan sand stone in the desert. It made her chuckle a bit. Her saddlebag rested comfortably on the curve of her spine, carrying what little belongings she had. Entering the city, her hooves light, she trotted down the worn path from the entrance back to her child hood home.
It had taken a couple days of travel over the land to reach Sedo and another to reach Osulas. From the corner of Onea, she had joined a band of traveling merchants on their route to sell their wares. Finding safety in numbers, she recalled her previous experiences of traveling across Sirith and Onea with a fond smile. Among their travel to the South, she fell back into a childlike wonder with the nature around her. From the clear and cloudy skies to the trees that grew different from the last. She often had to hasten her hoof steps to catch up with the rest of the group.
As Esmae trotted down the path, a brief thought ran through her mind. A gift, she should get a gift! Turning around, she headed to the market instead, lined with shop stalls and vendors. Fruits? No, they had plenty. Flowers? Gah, those die. Breaking her thoughts, a certain red chestnut caught her eye and piped her interest. Swiveling her ears forward, she slowed her pace to a stop. Glancing from side to side, she saddled up next to the mare and nudged her shoulder gently. “Pardon me, but could you help me? The name’s Esmae.” She chirped, her greeting warm as she spoke. POST I ● word count 313 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 15, 2017 15:01:34 GMT -6
Crescent|Iron Hoof
Crescent pursed her lips, tail twitching back and forth. She was on a day off from her new job as an Iron Hoof. It wasn't a harsh job, per say. She had been getting to know Baram as much as possible, since she was now their brother in arms.
She had just been out out to find some way to spruce up her practically bare cave home. Maybe a vase or two. Her cloak fluttered, flapping up on occasion to reveal the harness for her scythe. Speaking of said scythe...Crescent twisted her head to look at it and the carving of a rose in front of a moon on its hilt. She hoped Rubia liked it. Briefly, she turned silver eyes to the sky.
Then, a nudge to her shoulder. Crescent twisted her head to spy a dark mare, asking her a question. Oh, help?
"Of course. I'm Crescent, an Iron Hoof."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2017 0:35:30 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ With her nudge, Esmae felt the hard metal of the scythe underneath her cloak, her hazel eyes widening in surprise. Well, it was good to be armed. Hearing her introduction, it was quick to put two and two together. She bobbed her head, noting the information. A brief thought passed through her mind, curling a smile upon her lips. “Esmae, a medicine horse. Medic, healer, doctor whatever you please.” She added, before lowering her voice to a drawl. “I’m looking for something that has been stolen from me. And I believe you have it.” A flirtatious undertone was swept with the words from her tongue. She nearly batted her lashes for effect when she added, “My heart.”
Was she a bad person for as she waited for a reaction? Likely. The mare wasn’t usually so forthright with her affections, only having to confidence to flirt with other as a jest. Esmae let the moment stretch between them before she couldn’t control herself any longer. Giggles spewed from her, no matter how hard she attempted to muffle them. “Sorry, luv. Relax. I’m only teasing.” She had felt almost completely compelled to give the other equine a start, grinning. Touching her muzzle to her cheek in reassurance, she spoke up once again. “I’m actually looking for a gift, for my parents. I would love to have your company if you’re not occupied. Do you have any suggestions?”POST II ● word count 235 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 18, 2017 16:58:34 GMT -6
Crescent|Serora Iron Hoof
Crescent looked over the mare as she talked. Dark coat. Golden eyes, which about six months ago would have made her freeze up in pure terror. Now though, the fear that had surrounded her had been lifted by a new mission. Then, she focused on the words. Her brow furrowed to see the mare's expression change. Her head cocked to the side like a puppy.
And, for a moment, the flirting flew right over the head of the mare.
Crescent blinked. Once. Twice. Then, her face flared a light pink as her ears swiveled back.
"Uh..um.. " She coughed briefly, scanning the crowds around her. The cheek touch made her jump lightly, heart pounding away wildly in her chest
Parents gift. Okay, she could do that. Preferably without dying of an absolute heart attack first.
"A-Are you looking for anything in particular?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 5:55:48 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ It was cute, seeing her flustered reaction. Even though it took her a while to register her words and meaning, it was amusing all the same. Her laughter was soon calmed after a couple moments, leaving her withholding snickers. Oh, how she could tease her to death with her teasing affections. Even for a Serorian, it was a tad excessive. Esmae observed the mare as she averted her eyes, a warm blush spreading across her face. A gratifying sense of satisfaction filled her, pleased with her reaction. Though, the other equine did seem a bit timid. Not the most appropriate word but the closest she could find. She leaned closer, glancing around the market in thought. Other equines walked by, various wares and merchants attempting to sell to all that passed. “Something that won’t die or wear down. As much as I would love to give them flowers or fruit, I would like to give them something to remember my visit by. Nothing too expensive either,” She pinned her ears back sheepishly with a small smile. “Running a bit low on shards. Y’know, that’s how it is, unfortunately. Oh, thank you for deciding to help me, Crescent. I appreciate it.”
Her response was genuine, glad she didn't have to debate between her findings. She knew she tended to be a bit.. indecisive at times. POST III ● word count 224 |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Nov 4, 2017 15:11:58 GMT -6
Crescent was suddenly accutely aware of the fact she was dirty, probably sweaty, and looked like a complete mess. Subtly, she tried to push her mane back, tail softly twitching as she adjusted her cloak, coughing.
"Unexpensive...I can find you some unexpensive stuff! Theres plenty of traders around here that are very reasonable. " The red Warder said, ears perked forwards despite the want to yank her hood over her head and scream.
Calm down Cres. Its just a pretty girl. Who wants to talk to you despite the scars. Wait. She couldn't see the scars. Shit.
Sometimes she detested the cloak but she wanted to wear it.
Okay off topic. Crescent shuffled her hooves, then began walking.
"This way, if you will. "
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 19:58:07 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ "Really? That's absolutely splendid!" She chirped before another thought crossed her mind. Well, it wouldn't hurt to tease her some more, would it? "Would you be reasonable enough to let me have your heart? Although, a heart like yours is priceless." Another line after the next. A coy grin slid onto her features, the nape of her neck warm. Following close behind her, she quickened her pace to walk side by side with her awfully close. Not that she paid any heed to personal space. Analyzing the equine, she took note of the small sliver revealed of her silver scythe, sheathed in its hilt, underneath her cloak. A fine design and forging from what she could tell. Along with the dark cloak of hers. “So, what brings you here to the market, Crescent? Looking for something of your own or another’s? Perhaps patrolling the perimeter or here to steal hearts instead? Because you certainly stole mine.”
She was overdoing it quite a bit, even for her, possibly stepping over a couple of lines with her careless words. Hell, she didn’t even know if the mare was taken or not. Surely she would’ve spoken up, wouldn’t she? Pondering the matter briefly, she dismissed it, turning her attention back to the other equine. POST IV ● word count 211 |
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