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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 9:17:15 GMT -6
Far From Home
Gaelan | Whitaker
In a violent burst of light, a Kirin was reborn... and Whitaker is the unfortunate one to find him.
Time of Day: Morning
Weather: Cool, but warming up
Location: Right outside The Wilds
Timeline: After Chapter 4 |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 21:48:23 GMT -6
 The Wilds were quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the chatter of birds among their branches. The morning was cool, but the sun was quickly warming the earth beneath it, awakening all from their deep night slumber. It wasnt just the equine in Torrine or the wildlife outside it who woke, though. On the outskirts of the quite jungle, a burst of light shot from a point in the ground. Grass flattened, leaves shot off low hanging branches. All that surrounded the point of the light went silent, started from the sudden intrusion.
As the light dulled, The Wilds were left with a small figure laying in its wake. Slowly, the kirin opened his bright hazel eyes, his tiny body quivering from his harsh awakening. The world around him was blurry, the sun bright against his newly opened eyes. His large ears twitched as the sound of leaves rustling above him captured his attention. He turned his gaze up, wrapping his spiked tail around his scaled body as he studied the leaves. They danced and waved above him, rattling like a snake.
Slowly, he picked his head away from his tail, taking in a deep breath as he took in the scent of the jungle. It did not smell like home.. whatever - and wherever - home was. In fact, he found his brow furrowing at the thought. What.. was a home? Well, he knew it wasnt this. Lips pressing together in determination, the colt pushed his hooves into the ground and tried to stand.
His first try was.. a bit rough. His back legs found the ground, but his front did not; his butt in the air, tail whipping behind him for balance. He tried his best to get his front legs up under him as well, only to find himself dragging his face through the dirt. An antler found the ground and over he went, his body flopping back to the ground with an oof!
Try number two.. Legs under him, check. Tail quiet for balance, check. Heaving himself up, he found his hooves, but the success was short lived. Knobby knees wobbled out from underneath him, and into the dirt the tiny colt went once more. Huffing in frustration, the colt's delicate whiskers flicked in front of his face as he blew grass from his nose. It could not be this difficult! Letting out a long sigh, he decided to try again. Laying in the grass and pouting would get him no where after all.
Placing his hooves firmly beneath him, he hoisted his weight, wagging his tail every time he stumbled to keep himself upright. A misstep here, an almost fall there, and he found himself standing triumphantly over the grass that had once been his captor.
"Hah!" The colt shouted, startling birds from the bush beside him. The sound of flapping wings against branches startled him, his heart leaping in his chest, and unfortunately, his legs followed. Into the air the little kirin went, only to find himself right back on the ground where he started.
Sighing in defeat, his heart racing against his chest, he pulled himself toward the bush and tucked himself beneath it, wrapping his spined tail around his body and tucked his nose into his soft fur. Maybe he would try again later after a little bit of rest. |
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Post by tarriedsea on Nov 27, 2017 18:43:19 GMT -6
 He didn't want to look too hard into the trees. The Wilds, even with their leaves and branches gleaming like gold & silver in the morning sunlight, housed too many secrets. He shivered.
In some areas they started slowly and the boundaries couldn't be drawn. That's how they caught you. One second there were six trees, then a dozen, then fifty, and then vines, and then the ground was suddenly dim, and the path behind you had disappeared, and foreign insects started buzzing in your ear, and you'd be lost before you realized it.
Here though, here was a threshold where the trees and foliage were sparse, and if you watched carefully you weave through the dense scrub on the border separating the insane jungle from livable earth, and it was here that Whitaker paced, on patrol for the day.
He didn't want to look too hard into the jungle. He was afraid one peek in its direction, and a horrible devilish face of some demon creature would be staring back at him. The Wilds were their own ecosystem. The surest navigators got lost there. Night terrors bore flesh there. He wouldn't stick around to witness it.
Instead he counted his steps, one ear cocked in the direction of the jungle, one ahead of him, seeing how many steps it took before he reached the rock formation that indicated he had to turn around and patrol backward, one step after another, his mind wandered to Othala as it always did-
"Hah!"
The cry was so sudden and high-pitched that Whitaker jumped backward, flapping his wings like a spaz. He snorted. A small flock of birds took to the sky. He regained his stance and stood still, listening. Was that an equine? Almost sounded like a bird. Weren't toucans native here? They made weird sounds, right? He cocked his head.
Slowly and silently, he pulled his bow from his side and nocked an arrow. He held it tight against his shoulder, arrow pointing downward, and swallowed. He hadn't actually expected to see anything today. Most Talori were in Torrine now, and the Flock had gone a few days without finding any stragglers. Whit was beginning to think his duties as a Sentinel would be lax from now on. Who else would be wandering around this godforsaken place?
It was probably just a bird. He kept his bow at his side just in case, and kept walking onward.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 23:33:42 GMT -6
Nose tucked into his tail, the young Kirin closed his eyes and.. attempted rest. However, each time he managed to close his eyes and start to drift to sleep, a bird call or a snap of a twig would jerk him awake. He was typically not easily frightened, or at least.. he thought he wasn't, but there was something about this place that set his nerves into a frenzy. Time that felt like hours passed, and as each hour ticked by, he found himself more and more.. worried. Why was he the only one out here? Where were his parents? His friends? Did he have those? The more he though about it, the more the little Kirin tried to shrink into his tail. Now? All he wanted to do was disappear.
It was then that he heard another branch snap, but this one was not like the others. This did not sound like it came from a clumsy bird in the trees, but from someone on the ground. Slowly, Gaelan shifted to his knees, crawling forward to only peek his nose out of his hiding spot. His whiskered flicked before him as blurry eyes peered forward, looking for the one who had snapped the branch.
Just as he was about to give up, a shadow loomed over him. The shadow did not stop, continuing to move on as if it did not see the hiding Kirin. Gaelan focused on it, finding it to be of equine form. His heart leaped in excitement from the possibility of finding another like him, so much so that he could not contain his excitement as he busted out of the bush, stumbling over his own hooves and falling flat on his face behind the owner of the shadow.
Propping himself up on shaking legs, he picked up his gaze with a bright smile upon his lips. The smile quickly faded, however, as he found himself face to face with, yes another equine, but a very.. large one. His heart raced, but this time with fear.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Knowing he could not outrun such a beast, the colt lowered himself back to the ground and wrapped himself in his spike laced tail, large ears laying flat and lips curled to expose sharp canines. |
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 6, 2017 12:34:00 GMT -6
 WHITAKER Freedom's Flight
The sun was beginning its crawl into the sky, and as the earth grew warmer, Whit found his hide beginning to sweat under his saddlebag. He pulled out his wings and flapped them slowly, careful to not make noise while cooling himself off.
Gods, the sun was always so bright first thing in the day. Didn't it realize not everyone was eager to greet the day? Someone should invent blinders or shades for the eyes, for protection. Or at least to ease annoyance. How was anyone supposed to do their job with stark brightness covering everything.
But despite his complaining, he knew that the opposite- dark, dreary, cloudy days- seemed to have a negative effect on his mood, and he secretly liked how the world looked new every morning when it was sunny. As if all the troubles of the world were masked by cheery shine.
In other parts of Hireath, leaves were beginning to change. All his travels revealed the variety in Hireath climate, and it was interesting to note. Onea may even have snow by now. But here, in this tropical wasteland, greenery showed no signs of cessation. Was it like this year round? Maybe he could learn to like this place.
Time trod on.
He heard voices overhead, but it was just other Sentinels flying together and chatting, perhaps heading to scout another border. A pang ebbed in his chest.
His stomach was empty and he considered stopping to eat his packed food. Three more rounds, then he'd stop.
CRASH
Before thinking, his feet whirled around, bow pointed ahead, wings whoosed to their full length, and he squinted at the noisemaker that made its presence known at his heels.
All blood drained from Whit's body.
His brain slowed down, trying to process what his eyes were looking at. A moss ball. A deformed deer. A deformed dragon. A deformed colt. A deformed hippocampus.
Some terrible beast birthed by this godforsaken jungle.
It fit none of his categories, which was horrifying, and he kept his bow pointed straight at its forehead (at least, what looked like its forehead, the space between its large hazel eyes.)
Two long whiskers dangled from the thing's nose. Part catfish?
It curled into a ball on the ground, revealing a spiked tail and fangs. It shifted an inch, and suddenly the sun's rays were glinting off its scales, blinding Whit. Scales?
"Don't move!" he barked. If it was sentient, it would understand. If not, it would scurry off into the jungle and never be seen again. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 21:37:26 GMT -6
The large wings of the stallions before him spread out into their full glory, and Gaelan found himself distracted by their intricate feathers. Eyes widened as he studied the stallion, ears still laying flat. His head tipped to the side as he pointed a.. curved.. stick in his direction? The colt winced when the stallion shouted at him, but nothing more became of the matter, so he found his heart slowly calming. Perhaps this.. winged equine wasnt as scary as he thought.
Despite being told not to move, Gaelan slowly pulled himself up to wobbling legs, his tail flicking behind him for balance. He recognized this being before him. He couldnt put his hoof on it, but something was familiar.. His whiskers flicked across the tops of the grass as he took a step forward, large hazel eyes wide as he found the large feathered wings once more. He found himself in complete awe of them; the way they blocked out the sun and glistened in the light.
Taking one more step forward, his eyes crossed as he stopped with the arrow point right before his muzzle, trying to focus on the pointed weapon, but failing to do so. His vision was still blurry, but he did not know any better. Perhaps this was how all beings saw as well; it didnt make much sense, but he was able to feel his way around in the grass with his whiskers.
Planting his hooves firmly in the grass, a hard frown pressing into his lips, Gaelan shifted his attention - once again - to the buckskin towering before him.
Something was familiar.
Why couldnt he figure it out?
It was then that a fleeting memory flashed before his mind, his lips parting in a wide, excited smile. He knew that coat from anywhere. While he didnt remember the wings, and they were something he would remember, he remembered the soft buckskin and dark short hair.
"D-dad?" He sputtered, large ears springing forward as he looked upon the stallion before him, head tipped to the side in curiosity. Of course! Why would he pop up in this jungle so far from his family? He just needed to go looking for him! |
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Post by tarriedsea on Feb 19, 2018 11:19:07 GMT -6
WHITAKER Freedom's Flight
Seemingly defiant to anything Whit just said, the thing stepped closer to him. Whit instinctively stepped back. It had the shape of an equine, but unlike anything Whit had ever seen. He narrowed his eyes and stood stolid, bow upright, arrow nocked and ready to fire. He wished he'd bought a dagger. His archery skills weren't meant for close range.
Its muzzle and whiskers nearly touched the tip of the arrow. It seemed to have little fear, or its common sense was clouded by curiosity. Whit barely breathed. It moved slowly, calmly, nonthreateningly.
Suddenly it smiled widely. Whit could barely inhale to muster up a hey! before it spoke.
"D-dad?"
Whit's lips parted in surprise. His bow dropped a hair. What the hell? He reinforced his position, planting his hooves, glaring down at the thing.
"I'm no one's father," he snarled. He fanned his wings again, trying to make himself as large as possible, but it seemed to have no effect on the creature. It stared at him with unwavering eyes.
"What are you?" Desperation pulled at his words. It could speak the equine tongue, and recognized Whit as some distant relative. Its shape was equine in nature, but green scales littered its sides, and it was so hairy, and those creepy whiskers....
He had to take it back to Torrine. Let the rest of the Flock take stock of its mutated form. He started to reach for the rope in his saddlebag. |
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