by maluruloki » Sat Aug 31, 2013 8:38 am
Ralonica Thorondor wrote:{ I also really want to continue this, you're not the only one. Ellie, Gos and I all have a really big storyline involving Rifle that I really want to RP. What about the rest of the group? }
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by Ralonica Thorondor » Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:18 am
I turn to Tisane and look her straight into her beautiful eyes. "Hey, don't degrade yourself like that." I say, catching her after she said 'stupid and dramatic'. "I got to tell you my story. You get to tell yours." I pause for a moment, then turn to speak again. "You must have had it pretty bad, though. What about your other family? And friends? Were you all on your own, all this time?"
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by maluruloki » Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:55 am
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by LostGosling » Sat Aug 31, 2013 12:55 pm
by Ralonica Thorondor » Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:04 pm
Suddenly I feel just like a foal again - immature and innocent, not understanding he weight of what I'm being told. I pause for one uncertain moment, before delving back into conversation. "I guess our stories are quite similar, then." I reply thoughtfully. "But... just recently, I met the most interesting set of equids." I pause in a moment of nostalgia, remembering. "The first was a fiery bay filly, mischievous wild and naive. She could be infuriating at times, but I took her as if she were my sister. Then she came across a colt, just younger than me. They were partners in crime, inseparable, and he was like my brother. Lastly, there was a shy grey one, and he admired me in a way I couldn't understand. We became our own little family, our own little herd." I close my eyes, picturing their faces, their voices. "They saved my sanity in those last years." I finish, opening my eyes again to see Tisane.
by maluruloki » Fri Sep 06, 2013 1:08 am
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by Nellas » Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:47 am
by maluruloki » Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:35 am
Nellas Lissësúl wrote:((I'm working on something for Bandit, and a reply for Kae, so that leaves Estel; anyone have an equid open to interact with her?))
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by Nellas » Fri Sep 06, 2013 12:55 pm
by Nellas » Sun Sep 08, 2013 10:13 am
Ralonica Thorondor wrote:Kataya
With Kae'ouit
Mood: She doesn't know her self, so how could I know?
She is crushing on no-one
I smile at Kae, and take a few steps towards him. I look up at the stallion, and a gentle whicker slips out of my nose. "Good that we've got that sorted, then. But we can't start now." I take a deep breath. "It's too late, we'll have to leave tomorrow morning." I bump my nose playfully and slightly roughly against Kae's, and grin. I hope he doesn't change his mind before then. "So let's find a place to stay the night. Then we can begin our quest tomorrow." I wrap my tail around one of my back legs, and look into Kae's eyes. A mischevious grin works it's way into my face, but I don't know where it's from.
Kae'ouit
Kae'ouit's muted green gaze passed quickly over Kataya as she stepped closer to him, noting the way the dying sunlight caught the fire in her bright coat. "You have the right of it," he admitted ruefully, though there was a glint of amusement in his gaze as he turned his head to cast a quick glance around. "That seems to be a theme." This time his voice was definitely honing an edge of mirth, though it was mostly good-naturedly self-deprecating, not meaning anything by it. Kae'ouit had changed over the past year; he wasn't so vain now that he wasn't willing to admit he was wrong. Yet he could still feel the fire of Kataya's inspiration coursing through his veins, and the way Kat's muzzle collided with his jolted his heartbeat into overdrive. In that moment, he felt like he was capable of anything; but then it passed. She was right and they would need to find a place to rest. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed control of his adrenaline and diminished it, letting out a slow exhale then looking at his friend with clear eyes. "Would you prefer a specific place to sleep? I usually just stand wherever, but I want you to be comfortable," he said lightly, giving her a small smile with a more mischievous undertone.
Bandit
At first glance, the mare was dead, a mass of flesh and blood and tangled hair. The body was limp, still, devoid of any life. The broken creature's caramel coat was interspersed with stripes of dark brown and the faded red of dried blood oozing from cuts on her sides, stomach and haunches. Yet looking closer, every so often a breath shoved a frail cage of shattered ribs upwards, a pulse fluttered weakly in the junction of jaw and throat. Globs of chewed green herbs slick with saliva gleamed faintly in the dying light, tightening as they dried over tears in her skin. Herbs that had the power of healing, spreading the medicine throughout her weakened body even as her consciousness began to rise to the light. Bandit was not dead.
She was floating in a pool of darkness, time stretching out endlessly before her in ribbons of burgundy and amber. She was a mote of dust suspended in a shaft of light, whirling in slow motion. Drifting, her thoughts tumbled in on each other again and again, ceaseless. Tendrils of light reached through the darkness and something flickered in the fog, only to dissipate again in a haze of red pain. Blood pulsed in her legs and shoulders.
Bandit was beyond hallucinating at this point; even her daughters voice was lost to her. Something was changing. All thought and memory flew out of her mind and she felt a sensation of floating upwards, pressure changing as if rising to the surface of a deep, dark pond.
Suddenly, she was awake. Eyes terribly red as they fluttered open to a clearing of mud and snow and trees. Disoriented, she sucked in a single stuttering breath, then let it out again in a shallow whistle as the world returned to her, piece by piece. The sunlight mapping out canyons and crevices in the bark of a tree. Thick, dark mud sluggish in the chill. The scent of pine and snow. The light slanting through branches to drift down, sparkling with dust that was too bright for her eyes. Her own heart beating; she could hear it thrumming anxiously in a chest that was numb. Her whole body tingled with a sense of expectancy; and then the memories started to come back, one by one.
The cougar and the chase and the fight the rock slide the other equids, where had they gone it was all going by so fast and her breath had caught in her throat and she was having trouble breathing and what was happening; Halo, Halo was her thought; a soft sound was choked into the still air, startling her before she realized it was her own self, repeating Halo’s name in a croak that burned her throat raw from screaming. “Halo?” the sound was pitiful, desperate, afraid; everything she didn’t want to be at the moment. She wanted to be strong. It was then she realized how in pain she should have been at the moment; but where the cuts were, was only a faint aching sensation tempered with a penetrating coolness remained; she realized someone must have treated her wounds but she was having trouble focusing on anything outside her little bubble of memory and disorientation at the moment, eyelids drooping from the strain of trying to dredge up so many awful memories. At the moment, it all seemed like a bad dream; maybe if she let her eyes close again, it would all go away, and be like it was before, in some green field with a golden mare far away...
((Edit; okay I don't know why these letters are so small, there is no coding around them to make them this way; can anyone help me out? -it hasn't done this with any of my other posts yet))
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