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 Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:33 pm
((I'd like this to be a sorta long RP, in a very adventure-quest book/game/movie way. As such ponies are welcome to join and leave at any point, even if they only stay for a post or two. You may even re-enter and re-exit as well. The map, pretty much, is a map of what ever country the ponies live in. So the journey will be very long. At this point, this thread is just for the journey there. The journey back will be in it's own thread.)) Odette traveled a very worn track of road, the memory of a map etched in her mind. She never knew where it came from, but it was there for as long as she could remember. The map, that is. Tacked up to a tree for any who wanted to see it. She spent many long hours looking at it, always wondering where it led to.
A few weeks ago, Odette decided to find out. So she'd spent even more time studying it. Study, study, study! Until she could duplicate it in her sleep. So, trusting to nature to provide food and drink, Odette set off to see the end of the map. Not a friend to go with her, but that was okay. So many ponies out there, she's bound to run into a few. Right?
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:09 am
 Bound to run into a few, hm? But of course!
Now this map.. Dizzy was indeed aware of it. That tree, he'd probably seen it a hundred thousand times. It never interested him much (wasn't shiny enough, you see!) but one day, while passing by it, he finally ...really saw it.
His first inclination was to look closer. A map was just a map. And this map seemed to display mostly familiar territory. Dizzy could pick out where his own pasture was situated on the land, thanks to a few defining landmarks, and he could pick out the land that would be the adjacent pasture as well. But the rest of the space was unknown to him.
And that could mean.... there were shinies out there, just waiting for him to scoop them up. That was all the motivation he needed! So he set off by himself, leaving his newly hatched orbs to stay with their other parent (much to that pony's chagrin), and spent most of his first day wandering aimlessly.
The second day, however, he actually found the path... following four distinct, and fresh, hoof prints in the dirt.
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