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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 29, 2018 13:15:23 GMT -6
Its Who We Are An RP Between Crescent and Mordekai Above Osulas, a few weeks after Chapter 5, Afternoon |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 29, 2018 13:18:25 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Serora Warder
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Her hooves dug into the ground as the mare launched herself along, hooves clawing for purchase on the sandy ground above the bustling city below her. Dirt flew from her hooves as she spun on a dime, scythe whirling around and around her as she trained. Her cloak flapped up at her sides, sending sand and clots of dirt flying as she lunged forwards, striking at nothing then bouncing away, kicking up her heels and snorting as she whirled and lunged again. This was how she trained, every day, climbing the stairs of Osulas to train above its bustling streets.
“HA!” She said as her scythe sliced through a nearby cactus, whirling once again to strike behind her. This was her method. Be faster than your enemy. And, with her speedy blessing, she was easily able to. Dancing across the ridge like a feather on the breeze. She kicked up dust and dirt, spinning and whirling and generally creating a large distraction.
But the sun was beating down harshly on her cloaked back, and she was soon sweating madly, panting as she moved. Okay. That was enough. Time to take a break. Slowly, the Warder turned, moving slowly towards a nearby water source. Where she would cool off for the moment. She watched as the tiny oasis came into view, fed by a brand of the river. She waded into the pool, leaving her cloak and scythe over on the bank as she walked into the water. Slowly, she dunked her head into the water, holding it there for a moment, before pulling her head back. Her telekinesis reached back, using her hair ties to tie it back into a ponytail. She breathed for a moment, dripping, before wading back out of the water, tossing her cloak back on and picking up her scythe. She returned to her post above Osulas, and went back to training.
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Post by marinedoq on Jan 29, 2018 13:51:56 GMT -6
M O R D E K A I
serora
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Mordekai hadn't done much but eat, sleep and think these nights. His mom was living with him now, tending to their glass crafting workshop, while they both tried to process the loss of Roan - their father and husband. He had died fighting of the Thunderbirds, and neither Mordekai nor his mom blamed him for going into battle to protect Serora. However it was clear to them both that neither of them had wished he was there. There was a sort of guilt mixed with pride. Proud that he had fought and protected their herd, guilty because they wished he hadn't. Wished he was still there with them and safe, even if his job was to protect.
It seemed pointless to think so much about it, but since his father's death, Mordekai had spread his worry to Eyrin. Eyrin didn't even live in Osulas. That just helped Mordekai worry more, knowing his boyfriend was miles away - and could be hurt any moment and he wouldn't even know before some time after. So he had been considering changing his rank. Screamer. He'd need to train - a lot - but it would mean protecting Eyrin. Staying with his nomadic group, protecting people and most of all keeping Eyrin safe. It was too dreadful a thought, knowing Eyrin was so far away. So it seemed tempting to him.
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Mordekai felt the pressure in the small house rise. He couldn't bear to sit around any longer, so he opted for going out - and up. Perhaps it could help clear his head - and perhaps feel closer to Alya, giving him some sense of peace. He didn't take much notice of his way up there, but upon reaching the top, he was surprised to see a Scythe fly around, accompanied by a pale brown mare with white markings. He'd perhaps seen her around, but he didn't know her name nor her rank. The scythe did reveal she had to be a fighter though - and a skilled one, when looking at her practicing.
Mordekai walked closer, keeping out of the Scythe's reach as he watched the mare. "A scythe? A rather deadly weapon I must say - and big. May I ask who its wielder is?"
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Post by loveboxer123 on Feb 9, 2018 8:02:44 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Serora Warder
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The mare launched herself across the sands again and again, the scarlet feathers on her cheeks marking her distinctive against the sand. Her wings, still new upon her shoulders, flared from under her cloak, the great shadow making her appear twice as large as she normally was. With a great flap of the appendages, Crescent managed to launch herself slightly upwards, before she was back on the ground, scythe spinning in great silvery arcs. She danced on her back legs, before crashing back to Kaia’s earth, huffing briefly. Then came the voice, and Crescent turned, letting her hood drop.
“Crescent. My scythe is the only weapon I know well.” The mare folded her wings, eyes scanning the stallion before her. He was taller than she, a palomino with white markings. Her silver teke sheathed her weapon, sliding it back into its place at her side.
“Who would like to know?” She asked, tilting her head. Her tail swished, curling around her ankles. This guy...he looked familiar. Maybe she had seen him around. Her feathers fluffed slightly, shaking sand from them. She hated when sand got under there. It was hard enough to preen her newfound feathers.
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Post by marinedoq on Feb 13, 2018 11:46:21 GMT -6
M O R D E K A I
serora
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He watched from afar, observing the sand kicking up whenever the mare danced around with her scythe. He wasn't sure what to make of it, looking at the deadly dance she was doing. It was mesmerizing, the flow of the cape as she twirled around, the sand moving beneath her hooves. However it also gave Mordekai a brutal reminder of what was next. A war. Or well, the war. He shook his head slightly, as he thought about it. She had stopped her dance - her practice - now and was looking at him, scanning him over. Checking him, perhaps. "Crescent? I must have seen you around - not many wield a weapon quite like yours. There's something that feels off though?" He replied, the last comment shaped more like a question. Truth to be told, he hadn't talked with her before - but he did know that she didn't look completely like the mare he thought he'd seen around. He thought it might be the wings - Alya's return sure was fruitful if that was the case!
He walked closer, as her hood fell down. He took it as an invite - he was welcome to step closer and she wasn't going to suddenly start practicing again. "My name is Mordekai! I live near the town square in Osulas" He then said, head nodded towards the stairs as if to symbolize that he came from them. Which, well, he did, but not only figuratively. He looked at her once more. She seemed to know a lot about fighting - about what it was like at least. Perhaps he could ask her for advice? In becoming a screamer - not that it was her rank, she was at least not assigned to Eyrin's nomad group - he'd have seen her around. A knot of uncertainty build up in his stomach once more, as he looked at her weapon - and the things it reminded him of.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Nov 14, 2018 20:55:44 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are: AP reward: 4 |
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