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Post by Gaybies on Oct 23, 2017 20:05:58 GMT -6
Sink or Swim
ft. Briny, Ila, Rowtag
Fallenraen | War-colt | Gaybies
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: Current
Weather: Clear
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Post by Gaybies on Nov 1, 2017 21:24:50 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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What even. The days since his rebirth had been long and arduous, filled with new, unattractive and often filthy faces of those whom he considered lesser. He was trapped, trapped in a sea of sand and hippie dippy bullshit. Horses gathered and…. Voiced their opinions…. Ugghh, it was a total mockery of power. How could this so-called leader not have the balls to just make the decisions for his herd? Eh, he supposed he had better things to think about. Riling himself up over the incidental nonsense of a herd that was not his, that would never be his, well… it just didn’t seem worthy of his time.
The kirin stood on the outskirts of town beside the river that flowed through the wasteland that these horses called home. As much as he enjoyed the heat of the desert, the sand stuck everywhere, clinging to his mane, his tail, his legs, everything. He hated it. Still, as much as he hated the sand, he hated the water even more. Rowtag, whose name itself meant born of fire, stood as the water’s edge, pondering the flowing liquid with both interest and disdain, his eyes searching for the odd scaled creature with which to entertain himself. He certainly had a unique interest in things with scales or feathers, though horses seemed excluded from that interest, and searching for interesting specimens was often what he could be found doing… He had no job in this new herd, after all, and the warrior felt at a loss when it came to his purpose. So, to push off such troubling thoughts her occupied himself with small critters.
Rowtag was statuesque in posture, strangely still as he stood on the riverbank, pondering this newfound existence and the strange horses that surrounded him.
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