My name: Abrax My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Aloof, self-centered, selfish, judgemental. Oracle Scribe:Abrax's Oracle Scribe
As was customary with the grumpy stallion, he did not approve of the revelry. The gay theme of carousel, including but not limited to ribbons and saddle adornments and other such frivolities earned a derisive snort. The stallion had no qualms honoring what needed to be honored, and pay his due respects... but he was wont to do it in a much more subdued and private way. His stocky barrel-chest heaved with a great sigh as the stallion lowered his head and shouldered past an awe-struck yearling.
"Outta the way," he grumbled gravelly, hooves falling heavily on the ground reminiscent of faraway rumbling. But the star-spotted male drew up short when addressed by the fiery being. Abrax's ear perked straight up and swiveled forward, giving the creature? Spirit? Whatever it was- he gave it his full attention.
"So there's work to be done," he grunted and bobbed his head to signify acquiescence.
As Saukaranda walked along she was startled by a skunk. It raised it's tail and she ran. Thankfully it didn't spray her. She really didn't want to stink...
Swinging his heavy head around to survey the immediate surroundings, Abrax settles on a large tree at just the edge of the clearing. Its sheer girth speaks to many many years of prosperity, and something within the stallion's mind tickles upon the fact spirits tend to work hand in hand with nature. Perhaps one of the fire spirits is aiding in the trees' growth?
With wide nostrils, Abrax exhales forcefully and snorts in the direction of the not-too-friendly fox he'd found around the tree. His theory about fire spirits and aiding nature had been wayward, resulting in a none too pleasant encounter with some local wildlife. But the stallion was not so easily dissuaded so he simply began to make his meandering way back to the epicenter of the gathering.
As she rested a bit from her run another squirrel chattered at her. This one threw a nut too and hit her good eye. "Ow! Geez! What is with these squirrels?!" Now both her eyes were red. She went to a stream to rinse them and hopefully make them better.
As though he had missed it upon his initial entry, Abrax's bright eyes suddenly fall anew upon the Shrine of Rotona. The way the mist seems to dance and move with sentience around the marble prevents any sort of glimmer or shine from the sun but nevertheless the statue is radiant in her own right. The stallion cautiously approaches with reverent respect, head held low to the ground and careful not too appear to haughty. His attention was quickly stolen away from the proud doe's likeness, snatched away by the peculiar flickering of a ceremonial torch just to Abrax's right.
"Now that's just not right," he admonishes the torch as though it is a willful creature its flames full of life despite the lack of wind... and then two eyes appear! Abrax whinnies in surprise but quickly reigns himself in, arching his neck with suspicion but stepping closer out of curiosity.
"So this is one of those little fire spirits," though the supposed spirit doesn't reveal much more of itself, Abrax is confident of its location and identity.
She heard a commotion and ran to the stall in question. As she looked down, she noticed a fire spirit. It was covered in powder and munching happily. The things were so silly. She smiled. Now only three were left. She looked over at the shrine and noted the stallion there.
Discipline keeps the stallion moving, and his sure hooves carry him away from the Shrine and spirit-controlled torch. The marketplace and slapdash stalls for the sale of wares and treats was beginning to gain some hustle and bustle. The sizzle and *POP* of things surely being roasted added an new dimension to the mist, making it seem almost tangible and edible. Abrax paused to watch a pair of young corms jostle for space at a stall; it leaned up against the thick trunk of a warped tree whose branches hung low and brushed the top of the stall with all the barely restrained defiance of a young stallion defeated in a challenge. An owl perched precariously in one of the lowermost branches and it gave a forlorn hoot in Abrax's direction before throwing open its feathery wings and ascending silently into the canopy.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 7:44 am
Shaken from his reverie watching the marketplace, Abrax turns and catches a dark mare watching him from back by the shrine. She earns his attention for but a fleeting moment, as out of the corner of his eye he spots something unusual on the tree where the owl had just been perched.
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