Post by SagaWolf on Jan 17, 2016 20:55:53 GMT -6
There was something about Onea that kept pulling him back time and time again. It was one of those pulls or drives you couldn't really explain. He had no love for the War Forged, didn't particularly like the cold, but the woods held some fascination. Whatever had drawn him back to the green landscape didn't matter, Fletcher had the freedom to go wherever he pleased and didn't need to justify any of his travels. He'd stopped at a small stream to drink from the crystal clear cold water and ponder his next move. His usually dappled grey hide had been dyed black, covering the white tobiano markings entirely but leaving four white socks to justify his pinkish hooves. From experience he knew how difficult it was to get any paint to stick to them, and he'd rather not have any chipping give him away. The white portions of his mane and tail were likewise dyed to match the dark grey of his forelock, though the wavy mane was bound with string and the long tail left to flow freely. Any trouble he'd cause would be pinned on a black stallion and the thought of such subterfuge had him chuckle to himself.
Returning to the massive road, Fletcher chewed thoughtfully on the inside of one cheek. He hadn't a clue where in Onea he was, other than somewhere in it's massive forest and that following the road would take him past the Farmlands and eventually to Skeldr Town. Perhaps he would make that his destination. He'd gotten by so far by pretending to be a travelling Bard and knew several stories to back up his claim so he was sure he'd be able to get by in Skeldr too. He might even be able to earn a few shards or find himself some nice booty to fool around with. A sly little chuckle slipped past his lips as he imagined all the raunchy fun he might have, and with that he settled on his destination, trotting along the road confidently.
Word count: 339
RP Total: 339
Returning to the massive road, Fletcher chewed thoughtfully on the inside of one cheek. He hadn't a clue where in Onea he was, other than somewhere in it's massive forest and that following the road would take him past the Farmlands and eventually to Skeldr Town. Perhaps he would make that his destination. He'd gotten by so far by pretending to be a travelling Bard and knew several stories to back up his claim so he was sure he'd be able to get by in Skeldr too. He might even be able to earn a few shards or find himself some nice booty to fool around with. A sly little chuckle slipped past his lips as he imagined all the raunchy fun he might have, and with that he settled on his destination, trotting along the road confidently.
Word count: 339
RP Total: 339
