[PRP] Comrades? (Anarion x Cregga)

[Polette]

Shaking his head, Anarion tried to shift the weight of his armor momentarily. It always weighed on the same spots, so from time to time he had to adjust to keep from developing any injuries. Sometimes, in the heat, the metal would get hot and rub his shoulder badly, which was why he tended to stay in the shade on the hottest of days.

Today, though, wasn't really that bad. He had been walking for such a long time that he just needed a little shift, to help stretch out his limbs. Looking around, he didn't really recognize this place at all. It was more rocky than the scenery he had become accustomed to; not that he had been used to his previous residence when he first arrived either. Having grown up in the dark mountains, it had felt very strange when Anarion finally ventured down to the open plains. What had been even more strange to him was the attitude of a mare he met; he had been so used to nasty snarls and bad tempers, but she was...sweet, and she really wanted them to be on good terms. And, for a time, so did he.

But that was all in the past. Part of why he was all the way away from that place was because he was trying to forget it. After all, it seemed like a dream that he had just woken up from. He didn't belong there, and he knew it far better than anyone else.

 

[[+Katch+]]

The sun beat down upon the rocky plains, but a little sun was not enough to slow down Lady Cregga Rose Eyes. Under scorching heat or howling blizzards, she had to stay strong, for when you alone were responsible for caring for young lives, weather was the least of your worries.
She scouted outwards, looking for any worrisome signs, intruders and the like.

Her crimson eyes, for which she had been so named, scanned over the rocks and the cracked and parched ground for any signs of life, hostile or otherwise. Her cape whispered behind her, a bright beacon to anyone, but she was certainly not a shrinking violet. She was a warrioress, and she met friend or foe just the same. There had been no rain for a while, it was not a good sign, especially for the small herds that lived near this area, When she had come to these lands she had met with a motley crew of mares who seemed to have come together out of sheer necessity, they were a nice bunch, but didn't have the knowhow to protect themselves properly, and that's what she was for. So for a time, she was their herd guardian.

She lifted her head high, scenting the air as a stray breeze whipped across the plains, tousling her short cropped mane. Something or someone was out there...she just didn't know who, or what...  

[Polette]

[+Katch+]

Really sorry about the delay on this. :c

Eyes tracing briefly along the ground, Ari couldn't help but be lost in his thoughts for a while. It was a new habit that would probably cause him problems eventually, but he couldn't really help it all that much recently. His life had shifted so fast, he felt like a little colt that had become completely confused with the world around him. It was an awful feeling, really.

When Anarion lived by himself, on the mountain, he was bold, confident, and unwavering; all qualities that he almost felt were slipping away from him. If he wanted to, he could easily place blame on the mare he had spent so much time with - but that just didn't seem right to him. He believed that a horse made themselves, and in doing so, make their own downfall as well.

Pushing the thoughts aside, Ari knew that he had to remain alert and ever-vigilant, especially in this foreign place. Looking through his armor, something red flickered, immediately catching his attention. His large frame stopped immediately, and he tried to figure out what exactly it was that was popping out from the scenery so oddly, but his eyes were never at their best in the daylight. Puzzled, he took light steps towards it; though, he couldn't keep his armor from clinking completely.