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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 10, 2018 14:03:33 GMT -6
The Healer Aurora
Ahh The Healer. You've come to help have you not? Gods be good I hope they watch over you. Here in the woods there is no mercy, there is no second chances. These woods are dark and cruel, horses have entered and never left.
But that is why you are here aren't you? You are of gentle heart, your need to help others. I must say its quite impressive, but these woods, they eat up your kind without a second thought. Though you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. You've come to these woods at dawn, knowing you will have the most light to work with. Before you lays the woods, its eerie as a light fog resides within. The dead trees creak, and leaves rustle with every movement. Its quiet, but its an unwelcoming feeling. Tell me where do you go?
The Choices - Walk Straight in, head towards the center of the woods.
- Take the left, It leads towards a worn down campsite
- Take the right, it leads towards a dried out stream
So you have chosen something, now what? Well write out explaining why they have come here, what might they have heard. Be sure the near end of your post is this answer for every choice you make gravely affects what will happen. Chose wisely my friend. post 1 | 220 words
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 11, 2018 19:20:52 GMT -6
Aurora
Wings fluttered, her saddle bags clutched close to her sides. Eyes Flickered around, her dainty hooves almost scared to keep stepping forward. But others needed her. Or so she had been told. Taking a quick stop she arched her neck, wings spreading once before calming by her ribs. "Better." She spoke softly, the slashed mane against her neck felt strange. The weight of her braid was gone and her hide felt almost bare without it. But the answers they had gathered from the pool had been more then worth it. As she came to what appeared to be a large 3 way crossing in whatever path Aurora had managed to find her front leg touched the ground in each direction.
Something had to speak to her, to tell her which way to go. Eyes flickered, lingered over each path. The campsite could have a fallen equine but the stream... There could be clues like hoof prints. Yet forward meant she might come across someone sooner then she expected. Was the mare really ready for that? Thick tail flicked once and with a small snort to clear her head she tenderly turned to the left. Maybe there was some sort of clue or hint as to what was going on here...
Aurora went Left.
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