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 Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:30 pm
Out of Seclusion This is an open roleplay for Saber. Anyone is welcome to join in.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 9:38 pm
It had been far too long since he had left the mountains but the land looked the same as he had remembered it. He should not have stayed away this long, he chastised himself lightly. While the land had not changed, he had. He was older now. He was more sure of himself and much less naive. Rumors had spread to even the mountains of the "Skinwalkers".
The stories that his father told him when he was a foal resurfaced when the rumors had hit his ears. His father knew of the Skinwalkers. He had said that their ancestors were related to them, or so it was believed. He did not agree though it would make sense as to why his back legs were paws like his father instead of hooves like his mother. He had questions but no one to ask. His mother died when he was a foal and his father shortly before adulthood.
He had been told that there were others like him. Perhaps he would come across one on his journey. If he was lucky, maybe he would come across a Skinwalker as well. They were enemies of theirs. They had a darkness about them that needed stopped. It was his legacy to do so, a duty that had passed down through his family generation after generation.
For now though, he would explore. Get to know these lands once more and their inhabitants.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 10:25 am
The young mare meandered her way slowly across the plains. Her mind was a thick haze of confusion as she walked, her long tail and clothes dragging behind her and collecting small twigs and bits of grass. Her hooves made a soft brushing sound as she moved and she focused on the sound. She breathed in the warm scent of spring, trying to bring clarity to her thoughts. She felt like a ghost haunting the plains.
Was she looking for trouble? Was she seeking danger to bring purpose to her life? She couldn't be sure. All she could be certain of was that her hooves had carried her far from home and still she was alone. Her strength had carried through the journey and she had met many she had called friends in the past. None of them were with her now and she wondered if they remembered her as she did them. She guessed not. Even in their company she has kept them at a distance. She was bound to leave them far behind her in this journey. She didn't want them to feel the pain of separation and so she kept her own heart guarded.
Alone with her thoughts she hardly noticed another presence near. She paused, examining him. She was a fair distance off yet and she wondered if he'd noticed her. She gathered herself, flicking off the grass and twigs from her tail and moved with all of the liquid grace of a stalking cat towards the stallion. She noticed the harsh appearance of the stranger but it had never been her practice to judge others on looks alone. She was on her guard in case he was a hostile creature but she gave all the outward appearance of a delicate lady come to call.
She paused before him and offered a graceful bow and a gentle smile. "I see I am not the only lone traveler on these dusty roads. I hope I'm not intruding on business of any import." She gazed into his dark eyes without fear, her gentile nature not allowing her to judge him harshly. She couldn't help but be curious - and a little afraid, though she would never show it on the exterior.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:23 am
 It most certainly was a pleasant day. The flutter mare was still fairly new to the area and took any chance she could to explore. Besides, she had only met five or so soquili thus far and such a small sampling certainly couldn't give her a feel for this 'New World', could it? One of said Soquili was trotting along side her, trying to tempt her into a conversation.
On the whole, he was a very irritating stallion. The old usdia's eyes lit with bemusement, a smile extening the lines on his face. With age comes wisdom, or so the old adage said. and as far as Connell was concerened he had aged like wine. "So, Miss Alaure, where were ya the night before last, hmmm?" He asked. "Out sparkin' some stallion, I bet." He added with a deep chuckle. "So'm I ever gonna get t'meet this mistery bloke?" He just contiued to chatter wether she responded or not. Sometimes he spoke jus to hear himself do so. But this wasn't one of those times.
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