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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 22:38:02 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ She wasn't supposed to be even near the border of Eithne. Nor this close to the wall in her opinion. There was quite a vast distance between her yet she still remained uneasy. It would be a quick trip, in and out as fast as she came. At least it wasn’t broad daylight, where she could be more easily spotted. Reassuring herself, she shifted her saddlebag that rested on the curve of her back. Her supply of herbs was dwindling, falling low as she aided those injured in the raid. Or at least, the equines that came to her. Not only that, she was also stocking up on medical supplies. It wouldn't be long until winter came if it hadn't already. The chill around her sure felt like it. The north was always colder than the warm sun of her homeland. Exhaling a small huff, she strode over to a meadow near the forest's edge. Walking forward, she hastened her pace to a trot once she caught a glimpse of a patch of flowers. Glancing from side to side, almost warily, she plucked each one stem by stem and gently placed them in her pack. She would make use of them later. For now, she had work to do, not dawdle. Possibly after taking a minute to appreciate the falling leaves and vivid colors of autumn. Analyzing her surroundings fully, she began to harvest as many herbs as she could. From roots to leaves, she took brief moments to study each and commit them to memory. However, she stood unaware of any other of her surroundings. Her focus and attention placed wholeheartedly on her task, she hummed absentmindedly. She had forgotten herself, of the dangers that rested and lumbered within the area. Non-equine and equine alike. Finishing up her tasks at hand, she began to make way back as she came, her steps careless. POST I ● word count 314 |
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Post by Gaybies on Nov 11, 2017 19:38:10 GMT -6
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Aodh Smuggler
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He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. He’d ventured out in search of new routes through which he could take his charges, new paths to take to avoid suspicion, new ways to freedom. At least, that’s what he told himself. The sun had set and night had cast its long shadow over the lands and that made finding truly hidden paths more difficult. Still, the hybrid pressed on, the beads that swung on a loose strip of leather clicking like some primitive windchime as he went. His wings were pressed close to his sides to avoid unnecessary catching on the brush as his smooth trot carried him across the ground towards who-knew where.
It was perfectly quiet, serene even, as the last of summer’s crickets chirped a farewell song to the warmer weather. The leaves had begun their seasonal change and occasionally danced a slow waltz to the earth below. He might’ve gotten lost in the moment, lost in the quiet of the evening, if the sound of shuffling hooves and the gentle snip-snip of carefully harvested plants hadn’t drawn his attention. These subtle sounds were quickly followed by careless movements, heavy hooves through fallen leaves.
The large hybrid slowed his pace to a walk, keen gaze searching the darkened horizon for the source of the sound. His mind worked quickly to come up with a reason for his presence by the wall so late, an excuse for what he was doing. A nightly walk? An evening jaunt through the words? All plausible. At last, his gaze caught sight of the figure moving along, a simple bag thrown across their back. This wasn’t the attire of a chevalier, no… this figure was something else. A sigh escaped his lips and a dashing smile replaced the look of worry. The stallion, assuming a the stranger would be friendly, flapped the great speckled wings, pushing himself forward abruptly to meet the figure.
“A bit late for a walk, huh?” He called, his tone friendly and carrying just a note of curiosity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 5:16:07 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ At the sound of a low voice, she snapped her head upright with a shot of fear fleeting across her eyes. Her expression was like the doe-eyed look of getting caught in headlights, colored with surprise. She nearly stumbled over her own hooves when coming to an abrupt halt. Her breath was caught in her throat in fear of being spotted by a raider or slave trader. Her fear wasn’t ill-founded, as most Vagabonds remain on their guard in a chance of getting caught. However, at the sight of the brightly colored stallion, she tilted her head slightly. He was an Aodhian for sure, no doubt about it. With his flashy appearance, it was difficult to divert your attention from him. Especially the sight of his long horn and speckled wings. However, there was the problem of whether he was a threat or not. Lifting her head up slightly, she met his tall gaze. He wasn’t dressed in armor or armed with any weapon. No rope and no blade. Unless he hid them in his hair or under his wings, which she doubted. Releasing her tight chest, she exhaled a small breath. At least there was no immediate danger. Not that she could tell. Relaxing her body posture, she chirped, “Well, it’s never too late for a walk.” She chuckled faintly, turning towards him. Playing along with the pretense, she questioned, “You’re here on an evening walk as well, I presume?”
She knew very well that a precious few of equines neared by the wall so late. It all ranged from traveling merchants, watchful chevaliers, to careless Vagabonds. As well as herself. “Are you passing through here or would you care to join me? I wouldn’t mind the company.” The offer in her tone was genuine along with her warm attitude. Flicking her dark ears forward, she tossed him a light smile. Despite the off chances of him being a wolf in sheep’s clothing, she didn’t say much on the matter. Not that she could. It would be strange to question an acquaintance’s morals out loud. POST 2 ● word count 347 |
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