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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jun 2, 2018 10:35:25 GMT -6
I Dare You Jemin & Tito
After the events of Chapter V Middle of Nowhere (Sedo) High Noon |
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jun 2, 2018 10:43:12 GMT -6
J E M I N
His roving eyes, dark like a vulture’s, observed the congestion of tents and firepits from his perch upon a plateau, swabbing a dirty rag across the mahogany surface of his violin. It was not often that he accompanied a nomadic caravan - when he did, he tended to tail them, to linger just a few steps back and to slip away when he got tired of their suffocating hospitality or nosey children. Usually, it was due to both.
Nosey, know-no-boundary children who insisted on getting their grubby teke all over his violin.
Returning his gaze to the menial task at hand, Jemin pulled down the brim of his hat - shielding his eyes from the sun - and idly scrubbed at a stubborn spot of muck. It was not therapeutic but it was one of few chores he cared to upkeep.
Beyond the gentle chatter below, he heard a repetitive, increasingly noticeable flapping. He glanced up in time to see a pegasus hurtle from the blue.
With a sudden swoosh and a rush of wind that blew the hat off his head and the rag from his red grip, he ducked down and then popped immediately up, brow furrowed incredulously. “Asshole,” Jemin piped, watching as the hotshot circled back around.
P #1 | WC 210
Jemin - Serora - The Folk |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 3, 2018 15:27:39 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
He had to get this right!
The wind rushed past him as large wings pumped against the sky, hooves digging through it as if their momentum would help him. Breathing was heavy, eyes straining to look through the clouds, look past the sun. One day he would glimpse her! One day he would be graced by her presence, gifted something for all the hardships and unknowns coming to this herd! But as the air grew thin he knew he couldn't continue this climb. With water leaking from the corners of his eyes he finally relaxed and allowed his body to hover, caught in that brief moment of up and down. Eyes closed, the engulfing feeling of the air around him suddenly before it started to pull him down, whipping past him.
Hooves folded in against his chest, wings slack at his sides. Feathers rustled, his hair weaving around his face. One day...
Body slowly turned and wings took strength once more. Exiting a cloud he released just how close to the ground he was getting and flapped harder to make sure his landing wasn't awful, if it came to that. A mule seemed to appear out of no where and with body already struggling to avoid the rock face he did his best to minimally gust past him. Hoof tips nicked the ground before Tito pulled up, eyes going wide with realization. He'd done it!! A hoot and holler left him, bounding to the ground with rears and bucks. No crashing!! Thierry would be so proud!
"You old man! Did ya see that?! Oh man, Aren't you impressed?! You didn't even know I was coming!!"
POST 1 | WORD COUNT 287
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jun 4, 2018 15:48:51 GMT -6
J E M I N
He recovered from his shock as easily as he shifted his expression; watching the pegasus land with a skeptical crook to his mouth. They were small, their croup but a hair below their withers, with iridescent plumage contrasting boldly against black. The boy’s swift flight and confident landing reminded him of a certain aerial force - a certain crowd of adrenaline junkies who loved playing hero. The bravado in the boy’s speech only confirmed this suspicion.
Old man? Jemin’s ears swiveled belligerently (he wasn’t feeling an ache in his bones, he’d have him know, not yet) but he hadn’t the time to protest before the pegasus continued to gush.
“Impressed?” He echoed, crass but perhaps amused. “Nothing I haven’t seen before - it’s always the same old tricks they teach at Fury camp.”
Rarely did he come across a trainee - a face fresh from apprenticeship, still blind to the nature of those like himself, oblivious to the rumors or reputations, but still they clung so very stubbornly to their judgement and egos. Jemin had been much the same, at that age.
Since then he had learned to pull apart other’s egos before feeding his own. It was with this intent that he now watched the young Fury’s reaction, allowing his distaste for the profession to simmer below the surface. Out of sight but tangible.
P #2 | WC 225
Jemin - Serora - The Folk |
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