Post by bellasuem on Nov 11, 2017 16:01:59 GMT -6
Thrynn
Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
The signs were all becoming clearer as the peach Raider trekked deeper into the pine forest. A drag mark here, a few drops of blood there. Fortunately for the victim, but perhaps opposite for Thrynn, they appeared to be looking fresher. Whether it was Cultists or Flanks or Kaia knows what else, the stallion was closing in on them.
It was early in the afternoon, but a storm had begun to roll in from East, casting deep shadows across the scarcely-used forest path. Thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a rain that would wash away the blood-drop trail Thrynn was following if he didn't make up ground and find it's end soon. He was hesitant to move too quickly, however. If it was a group he was after, the element of surprise would be vital. As much as he wanted to hurry, he forced himself to continue at a swift walk, taking care to place his hooves where they would create the least noise.
Slow and steady paid off, because it wasn't long before he picked up on footsteps that weren't his own. Surely he hadn't come upon the enemy this quickly? Unless he had been found out and they had set up an ambush. Adrenaline began to rise as he forced himself to remain still in the middle of the trail. He sniffed the air, and miraculously something familiar was there amongst the sting of the rusty blood trail. Someone who clearly smelled of the Forged was out here, but whether they were the prey he'd been intent on rescuing or maybe some Scout who had wandered onto his path, he couldn't be sure.
Amidst his humming thoughts, Thrynn caught sight of a barely-visible wall of dusky grey moving through the underbrush ahead. The spotted Raider lowered his head and whispered harshly, "Hey! You there, stop. Stop and come this way." As an afterthought, he quickly added, "And keep quiet!"
It was impossible to know if this horse was after the same goal as he was, and if he wasn't, Thrynn didn't want his cover blown. He still wasn't even entirely sure this was one of his herdmates. The smell could have traveled in with the wind from the approaching storm. He had no choice but to wait for the stranger to reveal themselves now, for better or worse.
WC: 394
It was early in the afternoon, but a storm had begun to roll in from East, casting deep shadows across the scarcely-used forest path. Thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a rain that would wash away the blood-drop trail Thrynn was following if he didn't make up ground and find it's end soon. He was hesitant to move too quickly, however. If it was a group he was after, the element of surprise would be vital. As much as he wanted to hurry, he forced himself to continue at a swift walk, taking care to place his hooves where they would create the least noise.
Slow and steady paid off, because it wasn't long before he picked up on footsteps that weren't his own. Surely he hadn't come upon the enemy this quickly? Unless he had been found out and they had set up an ambush. Adrenaline began to rise as he forced himself to remain still in the middle of the trail. He sniffed the air, and miraculously something familiar was there amongst the sting of the rusty blood trail. Someone who clearly smelled of the Forged was out here, but whether they were the prey he'd been intent on rescuing or maybe some Scout who had wandered onto his path, he couldn't be sure.
Amidst his humming thoughts, Thrynn caught sight of a barely-visible wall of dusky grey moving through the underbrush ahead. The spotted Raider lowered his head and whispered harshly, "Hey! You there, stop. Stop and come this way." As an afterthought, he quickly added, "And keep quiet!"
It was impossible to know if this horse was after the same goal as he was, and if he wasn't, Thrynn didn't want his cover blown. He still wasn't even entirely sure this was one of his herdmates. The smell could have traveled in with the wind from the approaching storm. He had no choice but to wait for the stranger to reveal themselves now, for better or worse.
WC: 394