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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 19:42:50 GMT -6
Battle Education
Muiris (PaleMoose) | Bates (WhiteW0lfs)
Year 1700
After a close call during a raid the day before, Bates decides Muiris needs a bit of a fighting lesson.. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 22:01:03 GMT -6
The roan stallion found himself on the road again- his hooves leaving massive holes in the freshly dusted snow from the night before. He walked slowly, guilt weighing him down like a thousand pounds on his back. Just the day before, he had been paired up with a secret idol of his - Bates - for a raid, and he had failed it miserably. Maybe it had just been an off day, or he felt too pressured by being in the presence of someone who was actually good at their job, or maybe it was both- but he fucked up badly. He was lucky for the dappled behemoth's presence, or he would have been vulture meat. Muiris wished he could be like that- apathetic, violent, generally not giving a shit. But he was too soft, too easily molded, too easily manipulated. He was weak, thats what he was. A small sigh left the draft's lips, his breath swirling around his muzzle in the cool morning air. His tail dragged limply behind him, as he had been too down to care to tie it up, even though he was technically on a 'job' of patrolling this well-traveled road.
His ears stayed on a swivel, but eyes stayed on the ground. He stayed silent, keeping his breath still, his ear twitching every now and then at the sound of his heavy hooves falling and pointed horse shoes digging into the ground. He felt so terribly bad, he had even gone through the trouble of trying to avoid the grey stallion all day- and he was planning on keeping that tactic up for today as well. He raised his head slowly, his stringy mane flopping carelessly over his deep brown eyes as he shot a glance to the trees that surrounded his sulking form. Shouldnt be too hard, he thought, one ear twitching back. I have the patrol today anyways.. He shook his head. Oh, if only it could be that easy.
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Post by Callousal on Jan 18, 2016 22:47:28 GMT -6
Bates | War-Forged | Raider
A soft breeze whirled around the large draft, rustling the short pale mane and tail of the dappled giant, emitting a content sigh as he was assigned to patrol The War Lord’s road; a rather calm day it was so far, too calm almost, Bates would need to find something to entertain himself relatively soon if he planned on keeping his sanity.
Bates navigated his way down the tattered path, ears perked upward attentively, occasionally halting to glance into the forest and air for any signs of a fire. However his cold blue eyes caught sight of a familiar roan hide, Muiris. Ah, yes, the young stallion that had almost cost them their entire raid just the day prior. As much as the roan had soiled their entire mission, Bates couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of pity to swell at his core; the young draft was inexperienced and needed guidance or even a nudge in the right direction.
With a hesitant sigh, the behemoth sauntered his way over the snow-kissed road with caution, not wanting to slip as it’d be difficult to get back up on the slightly frozen path, towards Muiris who seemed to have dozed off for a short moment. Bates’ lips twitched upward into a subtle smirk as he neared Muiris without having been spotted, deviously thinking of scaring the young stallion but decided against it, “Morning, Muiris.” He rasped, offering the warmest greeting he could muster which wasn’t all that welcoming as he had planned, curtly bobbing his head as he stopped beside the roan; wondering what was the cause of his distraction.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 23:56:15 GMT -6
The stallion had been far too distracted at the time to hear the oncoming steps of his herd mate. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his raspy voice, his skin twitching in surprise as he tipped his head to the side to lay eyes on who had snuck up on him. Bates. Of course, the one stallion he was trying to avoid. His ears flopped to the side and he dipped his head, his eyes dropping back to his hooves. He shifted his hooves uncomfortably, clearing his throat.
"Good morning, Bates." He muttered hesitantly, offering the dappled stallion a small glance and a lopsided smile. "Hows your morning going?" Even though Bates was the last he wanted to see, he was still going to be polite.. even though he knew the Raider wasnt really into small talk. Oh well.
He probably looked like an idiot- he felt like an idiot, at least. He paused for a moment, his anxious gut not allowing for much of a wait for the other stallion to respond. He was basically exploding with apologies. "Im sorry for yesterday, im not sure what happened.." He trailed off, his dull eyes shifting to the side as he rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. He was a sorry excuse for a Raider.
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Post by Callousal on Jan 27, 2016 16:00:40 GMT -6
Bates | War-Forged | Raider
Bates hesitated to reply as Muiris seemed to have more on his mind, silencing his curiosity as the roan spoke up, addressing what had occurred the day prior. A chuckle clawed it’s way out of his throat, it could’ve been percieved as menacing if he hadn’t offered a subtle smile following his laughter, “Muiris, it’s fine - I’m more concerned with your tactics than with what transpired yesterday.” He rasped, nudging Muiris crest with his muzzle in an attempt to put his nerves at ease, his nose twitching as he made contact with another horse. “If you’d like, I’ll be willing to teach you how to properly wear the rank of a Raider.” The draft proposed, his short tail flickering as he presented a mentorship to a horse that wasn’t family. While the draft awaited an answer, his ice cold eyes briefly inspected the stallion, for the most part he fit the criteria of a Raider - yet his submissive demeanor was going to be a problem, possibly, however it could be worked on - an intimidating height and lean muscle has formed under his roan coat; at least he had that going for him.
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OOC: Sorry for the late reply! School's been kickin' my butt x ) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2016 14:40:59 GMT -6
The stallion flinched as the other bumped his neck with his nose, his ears flicking to the side in slight surprise. He never deemed Bates to be someone for physical contact, even if it was just a small gesture. He rose his eyes at the grey's proposal, suddenly relaxing at the thought. "Would you?" He asked with a hopeful tone, his ears flicking forward as a half smile twitched at his lips. It would be nice to learn from someone who actually.. wanted him to succeed. His old teacher had been uncaring of Muiris' success, often making him learn from his own trial and error without even telling him what he had done wrong. He thought Muiris wasnt worth his time, and made it very obvious through his teaching methods. The roan sighed. At least he had managed to teach himself to not get killed- he at least had that.
"I would like that very much, thank you." He finally replied with a quick nod, his tied hair bouncing against his neck from the sudden movement. Excitement seemed to course through the stallion's body as his gaze darted away, glancing past the trees that followed the road. He ran his hoof against the ground, digging it into the dirt. "I dont suppose you'd be free tomorrow?"
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