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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 22:01:38 GMT -6
Old Friend
L | Thor
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Cool and breezy
Location: Somewhere in Onea's forest
Timeline: Between Chapters 4 and 5
L and Thor have not seen each other since Thor left the Vindicators. As fate would have it, the two cross paths again, years later. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 22:10:59 GMT -6
The stallion tucked his wings as his hooves found the ground, his large mass shaking the ground beneath him as he landed. Oversized wings settled to his side as he made his way through the forest, shoving anything out of his way if it dared to stick in his path. Bushes, tree limbs, shuffling wildlife; they got out of the way or they got crushed and snapped in half. The Vindicator was not a gentle one by any means, and his time outside of the bunker gave him space to stretch his wings and legs.. no one was getting in the way of his.. "exercise."
While he should have been working his muscles or shaving off some of his beer gut, L had a flask of whiskey tucked under his wing and an ax slung over his shoulder. He had no intention of fixing his weight, as that meant he would have to stop drinking, and that was ridiculous.
Humming to himself, the elder stallion took his flask and held it to his lips, taking a swig of the warm whiskey and smiling as it settled in his stomach. There was never a time when he wasnt drinking, but luckily for him (and his bunk mates), he was much easier to deal with in this state than he was sober. He wasnt necessarily a nice guy, but he was.. tolerable.. And L knew that. He knew he wasnt the first choice when it came to companionship. He was loud and blunt and harsh and quite frankly, he didnt give a damn. He had lived too long to tip toe around others' feelings, that was for sure.
Taking another drink, L continued to hum to himself as he found a small cluster of dying trees. Stopping, he placed his flask on the ground and hoisted the ax. This bunch would last his little makeshift forge for a few weeks.
Taking a deep breath, he swung the sharp blade to the base of the tree trunk.
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 19, 2018 7:37:38 GMT -6
 High in the sky, the afternoon smiled warmly down as Thor loped through the Onean forest, leaving few shadows for him to hide in as he weaved between sparse bushes and low hanging trees. The only sounds were the fluttering of leaves in the chilly breeze and the thump of his hooves upon the forest floor.
The hippocampus was currently between jobs and the incessant nature of boredom had begun to eat away at him. Thor tended to stay away from Onea, for personal reasons, when he could but to turn down any contracts involving crossing his former homeland might encourage inquiries into the past he tried so hard to conceal. But even now the idea of revenge, the need to glean any tiny amount of information about who he had left behind, who had abandoned him drove him to travel once more through the dense forests. Though he longed to forget the past, its grip on him was tight and no matter how hard Thor tried to ignore the sense of abandonment and loneliness he just couldn’t. The mercenary wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do should he actually come across his father or the friends that had spoken out for him, but no matter how many times he’d travelled in and around his former home neither had bumped into him.
Suddenly, amidst the wandering of his thoughts, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of splintering wood as metal met nature. Audits twitching Thor paused for a moment, head cocked to one side as he calmly debated whether to investigate. Curiosity won out and the steed found himself creeping through the copse in his typically swift but silent manner. The trees provided him with ample concealment but the leafy forest floor made silence slightly more difficult. Nonetheless he caught a glimpse of the other horse it seemed before they caught a glimpse of him.
Nares twitched at the familiar scent of burnt embers and fiery alcohol met their sensitive membrane and Thor pushed forward with a smirk upon his lips.
“Well this is a surprise.”
Thor recognised the bulky brown mass as L, a Vindicator with whom Thor had once considered himself on good terms despite the other’s less than easy-going nature but now after he had been kicked out of the freedom band the angler hippocampus couldn’t help but wonder what his former drinking buddy might feel. Though moving with a relaxed ease, Thor was on alert. L was far taller, far bulkier and far heavier than the bay stallion and with those giant wings he certainly presented a threat to shorter horse.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 20:25:19 GMT -6
It didnt take long for the elder stallion to have a good wood pile going, his brow damp with sweat from the work. His bottle of alcohol was slowly draining, but he had been sure to pack a back up- he always had a back up. He was humming quietly to himself, various thumps interrupting his tune as pieces of wood fell to the ground. He was almost cheerful.. almost. Happiness was a foreign emotion to him since he had to leave his beloved and his herd behind to join the Vindicators. The Freedom Fighters had welcomed him with open arms, but.. it certainly wasnt the same. He missed his friends. He missed his love, Empathy. The life of a Vindicator was a lonely one down in the bunker, and there were seldom few who put up with him.
However, they had let him keep his booze, probably for their sake than his own.
L heard hoof steps approaching, but he didnt not turn to see who it was. He knew most turned and ran after one glance in the massive stallion's direction, and those who didnt.. were often convinced to when he turned around. It seemed as though this stranger didnt catch the drift when L swung his ax hard, splitting a smaller trunk with a single throw.
“Well this is a surprise.”
He recognized that voice. It was the voice of a friend, or, what was a friend. He had been a drinking buddy, a confidant.. but now, a traitor. Thor, the hippocampus that had been kicked from the Vindicators.
His ax hung in the air for another swing, but the large stallion paused, turning to look at the dark figure before curling his lips in a scoff, exposing yellowed, dirty teeth.
"Likewise." His deep voice rumbled, irritation obvious as he dropped his ax into the stump. This time, he left it there, turning to the runaway. He stretched his massive wings, flicking them at his sides. "What brings you here, Thor?" He asked, though it was obvious he didnt care. "Running back home? Need a hug?" He was obviously taunting now. They werent far from the bunker, and L didnt expect to see him ever again, especially so close to base. He was suspicious, to say the least, of the other stallion's intentions.
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Post by Darkrise on Feb 19, 2018 16:00:40 GMT -6
Whenever he saw L, Thor was always reminded that despite being a fairly tall stallion himself, he was tiny in comparison to the winged steed. But where other horses quaked in their little hooves, Thor would always smirk at the Pegasus. He stood, waiting patiently for the giant horse to turn around, his dark head cocked to one side as he regarded his old friend from mismatched eyes. Thor could practically smell the annoyance painted so clearly upon every inch of the brown Pegasus. He allowed himself a small wave of relief that the ax remained lodged in the tree stump rather than hovering threateningly in the air. Thor really was not interested in a fight.
“Now why would I be running “home”? If I remember correctly your fellow Vindicator buddies threw me out. Though perhaps if you’re offering that hug…?” Now it was Thor’s turn to taunt the older equine, that challenging smirk ever present upon those dark-hued lips. Thor had always thrown playful banter at L, particularly when drunk- quite often it was half the reason the younger stallion had ended up drunk, challenging the other stallion (who was far more accustomed to the consumption of alcohol) to drinking competitions. Sometimes those nights were the only thing that kept hippocampus going. Thor cared little for the fact that he’d been thrown out of that goody-two-shoes group but if there was one thing that he regretted it was the way it’d left things between the two of them. L was the only horse Thor could consider a friend. “As to what I’m doing here… I have no idea.” He laughed to himself slightly, a grin spreading across his mouth and pulling at the corners. In truth Thor had been too concerned with being in War-forged territory- being close to his parents- to notice how close he was getting to Vindicator home base. Not that it was home for him anymore. He wasn’t worried- though he should have been. It was recklessness more than arrogance that had him so assured that he could get away should any of his former comrades noticed him and decided they didn’t want him on their land. Perhaps courting death was the only thing that kept him feeling alive these days. “Your blacksmith business is running well I imagine?” Inclining his head toward the decent pile of chopped wood he subtly inquired, the cocky air concealing the care hidden beneath.
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