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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:54 am
[[ Private Roleplay between Celeanor's TJ and Epine's Ashura, please do not post without permission or invitation. <3 ]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 6:13 am
The weather had been less desirable as Autumn had approached. There had been a bite in the air that had previously remained in slumber. While it wouldn't affect certain types of Soquili due to their already thickening coats, the same could not be said for the honey dapple mare. Having dwelled in the lowlands for so long, away from the brutal conditions faced on the slopes, her coat was far from thick. On the contrary it would take her a considerable amount of time to develop a coat that was even suitable for such cold conditions. Alas, she really didn't have the time to wait for such and thing and as a result she had pushed forward in her plans.
The spirits had laugh, of course.
No sooner had her hooves touched the soils of Islagiatt than the heavens had opened and the rain had cascaded from the skies. For the most part she could endure this given that the lower regions of Islagiatt weren't quite as cold. There was more shelter to be had from the forest edges as one clambered up the slopes as opposed to the open and barren 'wastelands' that existed further up. The wind didn't have quite the same bite here and so she could survive against it even if she did have to hug closely to the trees for warmth and support.
Head bowed against the wind that did exist, she relied mostly on her long mane to shield her from the rather unforgiving weather and pushed onwards. Her immediate goal was to circle round the mountains so that she could progress towards home, though she had to admit that she probably should have chosen a better time to depart. Aware of her stiffening limbs, she murmured something that resembled a swear word and thrust herself forwards across the slope.
Really the day couldn't get any worse...
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:33 pm
On any other occasion Toujours would be inside.
Preferably with little Riverfire rubbing down his dark coat next to a warm fire, but at this point his imagination could settle with just being inside anywhere.
Alas, it was not to be so today.
Irrelevant as the information had first been, with the disappearance of Seresai and her brother Tiarnan, Toujours sensed that something was not completely well following their introduction and Crousader's subsequent... word choice. Yes, he had always known that the aloof white wind stallion was something of a neck pain for those who actually gave a damn about the emotions around them... but as with everyone else in the Elderwillow camp... he believed the stallion was tempered by his mates gentle grace.
Seresai's actions, and those of her young brother, gave him a reason to doubt that long held belief.
Conversely, the dreams of late and had grown bothersome enough that he avoided the native settlement as much as possible.. not wishing to upset the native girl he had grown somewhat fond of, or for questions from Flame or his all too observant pupil Wildfire. He had enough on his mind these days, and despite the graduation of both his pupils... he still felt bound to them in a way akin to fatherhood. For the same reason he sought Seresai in the rain, he kept Wildfire at arms length so not to hurt her with the black terror of his nightmares.
Naturally though, he hadn't thought this little expedition out as thoroughly as he should have... and he now found himself standing somewhat morosely at a dead end in the white mare's trail... growing colder by the moment.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 11:19 am
[[*Bribes Ash muse with oreos*]]
It seemed that everyone encountered their own personal trials and challenges. Most lived quietly with trivial obstacles placed before them but there were those in existence who were destined towards greatness. Ashura had never considered herself to be one of these individuals, but she often had a habit of bumping into Soquili and other creatures that possessed this type of fate. She didn't mind of course as it gave her the opportunity to study and discuss various aspects of their lives. She'd left home in search of freedom and to broaden her horizons, while her herd had pursued her she could at least be content in the knowledge that she had broadened said horizons to an extent. She'd seen a whole new part of the world and learnt that there was more to life than simply submitting to the expectations of another.
...Well, technically speaking she had known this all along but had lacked the confidence to speak out. However following her meeting with one stallion in particular, she had chosen to return home to state her case. He had promised to be honest with the mare he loved which was a big step, now she would take one that was equally as large. Admittedly it scared the living daylights out of her but she would persevere and hopefully things would work out for her in the end.
Her musings had remained on this track for the majority of her journey but as she progressed further into the herd lands her brother resided it, she would be otherwise distracted from them. Unbeknownst to her she had been following in a similar path as Toujours had and, unfamiliar with the territory had found herself turned around. Consequently, she soon drifted into his immediate vicinity and with her eyes partially shrouded by sodden hair she only just caught sight of the dark coat nearby. She hadn't seen Toujour's since she had arrived in these lands so to expect her to remember him after so long was a little unrealistic.
...He had questioned her beauty and sanity after all!
Nevertheless, she too came to a halt to inspect the dead end she had found herself at. She wasn't following a trail but she was also aware of her inability to climb up cliff faces as well.
"Mmm, I think I took a wrong turn," she mused to herself as opposed to the stallion, though this wasn't to say she was unaware of his existence... However in these current weather conditions he was probably as sociable as she was and really, that was not something to be proud of or to write home about.
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