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Post by fratrat on Jun 12, 2018 1:35:48 GMT -6
It was a more sunnier day in Onea, which Cerebina was atleast thankful for. Scouting is a tough job, and it's made tougher by the relentless weather of Onea that often plagues the land, so on days where she isn't having huge chunks of ice thrown at her face and pelt she's thankful. Her hooves barely lifted themselves up as she walked, and she was more so shuffling boredly around instead of walking, and who could blame her when it was such a boring day?
Just as she was mulling on about how boring and bleak things were, no doubt trying to add some more filler to her response to life, she lifted her head and squinted off in the distance at something. Was someone else around? She narrowed her eyes and stopped in her tracks.
WC: 136, Post 1
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jun 12, 2018 2:04:34 GMT -6
║⟪⟡ S K Ö L L ⟡⟫║
"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?" 
The sun warming his frozen scales was a welcome thing. His light orbs could only offer so much warmth, as could the crackling, flickering flames of a fire. Sköll lifted his head, breath puffing a misty cloud in the air. Curse the Onean land... Granted, it was full of mindless, dirty, uncultured brutes, who could be easily manipulated and overpowered, but the weather he could not stand.
Stalking amongst the pine trees bordering the large road, carving a path through the forest, Sköll slowly looked for a potential target. It was routine now. It was what sustained him, preying upon weary travelers and those foolish enough to travel alone. Oh, but he was by no means a common thief. No, no, no, he was not a thief. He merely... Borrowed supplies for a good cause. For his own cause. He couldn't help it if his spear blade accidentally found a home in the neck of a flailing, pleading equine. He couldn't help that their small, little, dull minds couldn't comprehend the glory of a Kirin properly.
Yes, he was only borrowing, and as long as they were able to control themselves in his presence, there would be no harm. For the most part. Chuckling lightly to himself, Sköll turned his gaze to the road, halfway blocked by the trees he used as shelter from prying eyes until the moment to strike. Nothing yet... One thing he liked about Onea was the pale snow, which his own pale coat fitted in well with. However, now, it was covered in flowers and green grass. Warmer, yes, but he no longer blended in as well with the landscape. It forced him to cover up his glorious form with stolen pelts and leather to try and keep hidden for long enough to strike... Disgusting... He needed something better than simple pelts... Perhaps he should look into 'visiting' a blacksmith or tailor... |
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Post by fratrat on Jun 12, 2018 2:36:22 GMT -6
Cerebina "Can you hear us drumming? Can you hear us coming?"
WC 242 | Post 2 Cerebina doesn't know much about geology, mythology, cosmetology, psychology, biology, or much of anything, but she knew one thing was certain when she was observing the shady figure amongst the trees from where she stood on the road; that was a crook. She could pick out from the fresh greens in the area a stark, white coat, easily spotted with her keen eyes. She pinned back her ears and frowned... Why would anyone be hiding amongst the foliage when they could be out in the open? Did this particular horse have something to hide? Silly thing should know that you can never hide from a scout, especially not a scout like Cerebina!
That is... If the figure is even a horse. She's made the mistake of mixing up creatures for other things in the past and it may be the same here, instead of a horse in the trees it could instead be a giant bear. With no time like the present, the filly kicked up dust as she trotted hastily down to the line of pines where the figure lurked, not trying to hide herself as she clomped down towards the trees, but walking carefully enough where she was ready to pull back if need be. Her ears lifted from the back of her head and pointed in the direction of the other, curiosity growing with each step she took. |
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