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 Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:41 pm
This is a private roleplay for Cihiru's Ra'd and Lady Evelyn Nyht's Tsis'Newadi.
Where the east forked river bends.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 2:13 pm
She never thought she'd be doing something so girly, but her "uncle" had mentioned a flower that seemed to glow in the right light. So that's what she was doing now, looking for a glowing flower. Her uncle wouldn't tell her where, or even the time, but that she needed to see it for herself. "It wouldn't be any fun if I told you everything, Miss Adventurer."Her uncle Nacio did know her well though. It was a challenge she would meet. But why flowers? The knights of the round table didn't go off picking flowers*, they faced monsters and saved damsels—though it'd be weird to save a girl. And there was no way any boy would be saving her, thank you very much.
But once again, no matter the story, she was off to discover it herself.(( *Trivial fact: When Richard Harris (later knighted for the role) played King Arthur in the musical Camelot, Lancelot asked the same question before the song "It's May, the Lusty Month of May." ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 7:10 pm
Black Wolf has always wanted - and expected - the absolute best for, and from his sons. Ra'd, on the other hand, has always had more interest in his own expectations. His desire for adventure, and for adrenaline. He is a foal with a strong will and an unquenchable thirst for freedom, and Wolf has never approved of his aspirations. Ra'd has seldom cared.
The colt is relatively certain today was supposed to be for training. The recollection rattles somewhere in the back of his mind. He's not concerned, though. He's busy; singularly focused on.. on.... Well, he's not sure what it is, but he swears the thing had been stalking him, and now he's determined to find out.
Ignoring the faint stream of blood trickling down one white shoulder, Ra'd barrels through the underbrush, hot in pursuit and heedless of the scrape of twigs against his hide. The creature - small, fast, and very agile - is difficult to follow, but he's swift for his age, and is very determined. But so is it, it seems; it banks hard, almost losing him in a turn he has to slide around to keep up. His injured foreleg stings in protest, but he presses forward, panting hard.
... And then it disappears, dipping down into a hole he doesn't notice until he almost steps in it on his way back to figure out what happened. The paint dips his head to inspect it, paws at it with one hoof, decides it seems impossibly small, then determines the animal isn't coming out again (and he can't go in after it). Losing interest, he gives his short, juvenile mane a shake and lifts his head to look around.
He sees nothing particularly interesting. With a dissatisfied snort and the flick of his slender tail, he heads back into the underbrush, eventually breaking into a clearing. An occupied clearing. Ra'd chides himself inwardly for not noticing sooner, narrows his eyes skeptically, then finally announces a greeting. "'Lo," he says, simply.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 10:32 pm
She lifted her darkened muzzle from nosing among the plants at such a low and simple greeting. And she honestly didn't expect what she'd see. There was a red gleam against white, a fainter shine against the black, it was like he just stepped out of the stories she'd been told. Excitement bubbled up inside her and she bounded away from her task to stand in front of the young unicorn.
Her eyes went right to the horn on his head, the lion tail visible behind him, and then back to the visible injuries. "Osiyo," she said in her father's native tongue. "Oi, ye look like ye've been in a nasty scuffle. Mah adutsi said there were flowers oot 'ere that shined at night, so Ah'm lookin' fer 'em. What were ye doin'?" Very little pause for breath as she rushed through.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:14 pm
Ra'd pauses, blinking deliberately as he cants his head to regard his company. His company, and her... unique dialect, he realizes, as he understands maybe half of what she's said. "... What?" Something about flowers, and shining at night. Like he's supposed to care. "You talk funny," he adds, obviously, and completely unabashed.
Oh, right. She had said he looked like he'd been in a 'nasty scuffle', and had proceeded to ask what he was doing. At least, he thinks that's what she said. As he pulls himself from his dumbstruck incredulity, it occurs to the paint he should probably try and answer her. "Sorta," he starts, noncommittally, not really wanting to admit the source of his injury. What he had been doing isn't particularly easy to admit either, as he'd failed. So he doesn't. "Nothin'. I was looking for somethin' to do. Somethin' interesting."
Something more interesting than training under Wolf's watchful eye, and pursuit doomed to end in failure. Though he isn't sure her 'flower hunting' qualifies. That is what she'd said, isn't it?
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:28 pm
She blinked back at him. Talked funny? She didn't think she talked funny at all. All of her other sisters, well, except for Etsi and Vidia, talked just like her.
She gave her tail a few more wags, reminiscent of a dog. It's not like she never did anything uninteresting, so--"Do ye wanna 'elp me look fer t'e flowers? Ah dunno what they look like or anything, but Ah think it'd be easier if there was two of us. We could make an adventure out of it."
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