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 Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 10:16 am
The Barrens had always been home for Ragnar. He felt comfortable moving about there, even if the heat did sometimes affect him. The buck patrolled the area around his family's plot, often wandering farther in search of new, promising lands or signs of development. Today, he'd wandered a little farther than usual, lost in thought as he contemplated - not for the first time since his brief entree into the Flower Festival - the implications of dire rats in their midst. He couldn't shake the curiosity he felt about them, and the odd balance of danger and opportunity that came with their proximity. The buck was starting to think that he'd need to seek one out for himself for a good long conversation. Still, there were other things that had to preoccupy his time. For now, he spent it in search of seeds that he might be able to bring back to his family's farm.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 10:49 am
 The heat from the unmerciful sun burned her backside as she laid there. The voices and scuffling from her unplanned spawn but a background noise to her. Right now, as long as they stayed put on threat of punishment, she didn’t care much what they were up to. Shappa was nomadic, so while she called the barrens home, she usually didn’t stay in one spot for long. But having foals made it more of a chore if anything. Traveling gave her more opportunities to find something to entertain her. Even though most nouls stayed in Homewood, she knew of pockets of nouls that lived in the barrens and there were even nomadic ones like herself but gifted, unlike herself. No, she wasn’t gifted, not because she refused to visit the grandfather tree but because it refused her. The stupid tree blackened her beautiful horn and like salt into a wound, it was after she was exiled from Homewood.
Shouting and more scuffling and she sighed. Enough of this, she thought rising to her feet and giving herself a good shake. “Stay here!” she shouted at her kids. Leaving their temporary “home” among the rocky rubble, Shappa picked up a light trot. There was a small home site of nouls near the grandfather tree, insert eye roll here. “Nutters, the lot of them,” Shappa muttered as she climbed up a cluster of rocks for a vantage point. She still had a ways to go but something in the distance showed her where the tree was. However, movement nearby got her attention first. “Well I’ll be,” she murmured, “Is there a new toy for me to play with?” Her bright blue eyes took in the site of a pale striped noul not too far off from her. A deadly cheshire smiles spread across her face in gleeful delight as her luck. A noul had wondered away from his home all on his lonesome.
With a flash, she hopped back down the backside of the rock pile and peeked out to see how close he was. She stepped back into the shadows and waited for the noul to pass the rocks.WC: 358
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2020 11:54 am
He wasn't what you could call lost in thought - perhaps merely thoughtful as he made his way forward, noting his surroundings at every step. Ragnar didn't need a map to get home, but that wasn't for lack of attention. He knew every landmark between his home, the Grandfather Tree, and Homewood, as well as much of the land fanning out from his family's plot. That mental map was always expanding and refining as he patrolled. There were signs in the area of recent disruption, little trails that suggested that some noulicorns had at least passed through here recently, or perhaps were still in the vicinity. Ragnar knew enough to be careful as he continued on his long patrol. Not every creature out here was friendly - nor would he expect them to be. Such was life in the Barrens. But then again, he wasn't necessarily friendly either. The buck made his way past a pile of rocks, moving carefully, listening. He allowed his thoughts to reemerge, considering the arrival of "friendly" enemies on home turf. In the days to come, he thought, it would be time for a journey.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2020 6:37 pm
Shappa watched the pale striped buck walk right past the her hiding spot. It wasn’t much of one either as she was standing in the shadows and not making much of an attempt to be hidden. She made a light “tsk” sound of annoyance that someone who lived out here would be so oblivious. She moved out of the shadows and into his hoof prints, scuffing at the dirt a bit and making some pebbles clatter together.
With the sun at her back, her dark shadow reached out towards the buck from the ground. Some how, even she could make something simple seem menacing. Letting out a short snort, she finally spoke up, “Deep thoughts should be kept to safe spaces not out here in the barrens.” Shappa didn’t understand why so many nouls didn’t hone their survival skills. She wondered what level of entertainment she could drag out of this buck for the sake of being bored.WC: 158/516
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 9:58 am
Ragnar allowed one ear to flip back to acknowledge the sound of pebbles clattering. He could hear hoofbeats, which told him well enough that there was little need to be frightened. The buck half-turned his head, just enough to see the doe out of the corner of his eye. As she emerged from her cover of shadow, the colors of her coat became clear, and Ragnar felt a bit of intrigue pique at the sight. A black horn. Interesting. He'd always wondered about them. It was hardly surprising that she was living out here in the Barrens. Proper society in Homewood wouldn't accept her once her horn had been blackened by the Grandfather. That meant she was no longer under the protection of the tree - in direct conflict with his own family's beliefs - but at the same time, she lived out here in the Barrens and likely had had to learn to survive, which seemed quite in line with his own experiences. What a fascinating contradiction. A slight smile tugged briefly at the corner of his lips as he decided to let the doe's comment slide. Ragnar could appreciate anyone who had the confidence to try to lecture him on how to survive out here in the Barrens. "Mm," he intoned. There was no sign that he meant to stop walking, but he did slow down just a touch, almost an invitation for her to join him. "They should, shouldn't they? I don't suppose you perceive an immediate threat in the area, though?"
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 2:16 pm
The buck did not seemed to be alarmed by her presence at all which told her he had no fear of her kind. Especially since he kept his back to her, if she was feeling particularly naughty she would have jumped him for the audacity. She hadn’t had a good fight in a while and it showed in healed over scars down her body. In the end she chose to humor him and caught up to him, coming abreast of the buck. She was close enough that the sun lit up her blood red and white pelt along with the pearly scars down the side of her face.
She didn’t look at him and her ears seemed relax but also casually taking in sounds. He seemed uninterested in what she had said but given the rest of his demeanor that was no surprise to her. His question did get one of her ears swiveling towards him. Did she perceive an immediate threat in the area? No, otherwise she wouldn’t have left the three foals by themselves, though they were more likely a threat to anything smaller than them. She couldn’t help but let out a slight snigger. “No. But if one was stuck in their own thoughts, they’d never know. I choose alert to oblivious, you live longer.” WC: 218/734
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 4:23 pm
Ragnar considered her out of the corner of his eye as she fell into step beside him. Such pointed words from her. He wondered if he might get more information out of her if he let her continue to think he was slow, but the buck sensed a certain arrogance about the doe that might manifest in ways that he wouldn't enjoy if she thought to continue looking down on him. "Oblivious," he repeated after some consideration, breathing it out almost like a sigh. He nodded his head back the way they had come. "You've been hiding in those shadows for the last ten minutes watching me. I noticed you peek over the top of those rocks when I entered the area. And there's enough disturbance in the rubble in the area to suggest you're not alone out here, living in this area.
"Trust me when I say, noulja, that if something manages to harm me out here, it's not for lack of trying. But I do appreciate your concern. A heartwarming thought... I'm sure," he smirked, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. It was clear that his heart was anything but warmed. His interest in conversation, though, was certainly piqued. That, Ragnar did not attempt to hide. "Now you, I see, bear the scars of many a run-in. Clearly you are a survivor," he continued. Maybe some flattery would make their conversation a little more... sincere. "A difficult task, living in the Barrens without any help."
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2020 12:49 pm
A smirk quietly spread across her muzzle but it never reached the cold glint of her blue eyes. At least he wasn’t as dumb as he appeared. Then again he did live out here, whether you are gifted or not, the barrens put you through the paces of survival. Shappa only remained mildly impressed with his deductions, at least he was paying attention. Her eyes scanned the horizon, forever on alert for the out of place. She noticed his gesture towards were they had been out of the corner of her eye. She had no need to look back, she knew where they had been and that based on her senses, there was nothing warranting a glace back. Finally she paused in her steps and turned towards him, her head tilted slightly as she looked at him fully.
“I think you have me mistaken with another noul that does care. I do not, noulja,” she nearly spat the last word. It was a word Homewood nouls used. She grew up without their culture or language. “Why else do you think my horn is as black as night?” She completely disregarded his remarks on her not living alone out here. What did it matter?WC: 205/939 MoonRazor This reply was actually hard to word. Dagnabit Shappa xD
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 9:13 am
"No, no," he said, shooting her a steely look out of the corner of his eye as she all but spat at him. "I am well aware." No more word games, then, and no more sarcasm. Ragnar always enjoyed a bit of verbal sparring, but he was in no mood to berate someone he didn't know. If he needed to be blunt, he would do so with the force of a boulder. "There is no need to be rude, between one inhabitant of the wasteland and another," he said coldly. The desire to be friendly had left him entirely, but that didn't mean he couldn't still be civil. There was a line - a threshold for frustration, as it were - that he wanted to stay well away from. He wouldn't hesitate to retaliate if she pushed him too far, and today... well, today, he'd rather avoid it. "We may have opposing beliefs, but we are both creatures trying to make a living in an inhospitable place. If you would like to have a civil conversation about those beliefs, as equals who do not presume to look down on the other, then I will happily do so. But if you would rather continue to call me oblivious and snap at me, despite my having done nothing to harm you or your kin, then I will promptly excuse myself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2020 3:22 pm
Shappa could see she’s hit a nerve somewhere along the line. There was a reason she was exiled from Homewood and it was because civility wasn’t her strong suit. At first she had been curious and interested in learning about the nouls of Homewood and their culture. It wasn’t until later that she realized how much she couldn’t related or agree with it. She felt trapped by rules and civility. Her own beliefs that she had developed as a foal alone in the barrens came out full force and so did her aggressive tendencies. Debates turned into arguments which turned into aggressive actions, primarily on her part. The other noul involved only acted out of self defense or had others come to their defense. She had no remorse for what she had done and no empathy for those she had hurt. The noul before her may not live in Homewood, but his family settling near the tree made them worse than the nouls in Homewood. They had to live near the blasted tree and give it presents. This buck wanted a civil conversation about their differing beliefs. Most nouls in Homewood just preferred telling her she was wrong and here was why. This was the turning point in this interaction that Shappa wouldn’t have been able to foresee when it came to talking to these nouls. The cold glint in her eye suddenly vanished and was replaced by something else completely unreadable but not necessarily dangerous. “Are you genuinely interested in talking about our differing beliefs?”WC: 256 / 1,195
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ll Grandfather Tree ll generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
35!
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ll Grandfather Tree ll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:13 pm
REDEEMED : Heavenly Snow
rolling for exploration
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ll Grandfather Tree ll generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
33!
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:17 pm
REDEEMED : MoonRazor
rolling for exploration
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ll Grandfather Tree ll Vice Captain
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ll Grandfather Tree ll rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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ll Grandfather Tree ll Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2020 9:20 pm
Faery Searching
Nothing found
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