pyvern
Nebula
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Post by pyvern on Jun 14, 2018 13:01:55 GMT -6
Donnacha dumped more bundles of firewood into his saddlebags. He would still use any excuse for him to get out of the Bunker these days; now he was in the woods not too far from the Bunker, harvesting some food from above the ground and fetching firewood. He walked on a little further, occasionally stopping to pick up anything that looked worth bringing back. Donnacha knew it was probably a bad - and stupid - idea to keep wandering around up here, but he didn't think it likely that any War-Forged equines would just happen to be walking around here. After all, he had never run into anyone before.
But he wasn't sure. He thought he could hear hooves against the ground somewhere close by; he couldn't be certain it was a horse, but perhaps he would be safer finding a place where he wouldn't be noticed.
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Post by fratrat on Jun 17, 2018 18:47:50 GMT -6
CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP.
Weren't scouts suppose to be sneaky? Maybe, but Cerebina sure wasn't. She wanted the villans to hear her righteous stomps as she clomped across the country side, ears pricked and ready to detect and listen to anyone near by; she was on a mission to catch unruly vagabonds or sneaky thieves. Her hoofstomps were getting louder by the minute, and she skidded to a stop on the ground and threw her head towards a thicket of trees. If she was being shady and mysterious, she would no doubt be shady and mysterious in there.
The filly reared back and started to trot closer to the woods, waltzing right through the trees and into the thicket.
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pyvern
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Post by pyvern on Jun 26, 2018 12:51:25 GMT -6
Donnacha rushed into a secluded group of bushes; he cursed as his cloak got caught on a thorn, then quickly silenced himself. If he was seen or heard, he'd definitely be dead - whether it was one of the Forged or another Vindicator who'd be fed up of him deciding to wander.
He listened, breathing heavily. Was he just imagining the noises? Suddenly, he thrust his head out to look around, right in front of a young filly. He blinked in surprise, wodnering what how he was meant to get out of this one.
He smiled weakly nad stammered, "Er.. uh- stone beneath your hooves, friend...?"
He was dead this time. He could tell.
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