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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:48 am
 
 
Arashi's Teepee
Housing: Baellian, Morrigan & Eillafae vel Sol
Leo's Teepee
Housing: Danae
*For plot and canon purposes, I will be GMing Bael's injury and the healing of it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 8:45 pm
[Baellian]
The day was crisp and cold. And, ironically, calming to the tattered soul that was Baellian. Time no longer seemed to have meaning to him, and he was - for the most part - ignoring the flutter that flit around before hiding herself in his mane against her neck. He was so tired, it was just hard to care about himself. Sky blue eyes were closed, and he rested with the hind hoof closest to his wound resting on the snowy ground.
It reminded him of the home he was now lost to.
[Eillafae]
The incredibly transparent mare that flit around the Cerynei's head, trying to urge him to eat or drink was vexed. She snorted at him, attacking one limp ear that twitched, and then dove for cover and the warmth of his neck, humphing and almost twittering to herself. Of course, she was muttering about how silly this one was. He wouldn't even eat! Wouldn't even move to go find help. And in her small size, she couldn't go get help for him, oh no. Perhaps if she was larger...but then he would probably move to get away from her, and getting help would be futile.
[Morrigan]
The morning quiet was an interesting thing. A little unnerving, depending on one's frame of mind...but interesting. And quiet. And in this case, beautiful. The young half-Unicorn Morrigan was enjoying her journey. A few days ago she had helped a raccoon after being spotted by the raccoon's bonded Soquili, a gentle wind. The water-patterned mare didn't have any particular destination in mind, and for now she was following along a winding creek through the bare forest.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 11:47 am
Danae loved to wander through the forest, listening to the sounds around him and picturing what the world might look like using the images from his memory. He could paint whole scenes around himself, but he doubted he'd ever actually be able to see again. He had only let his hope up once for a cure, and didn't feel like going through the pain of losing another 'cure' again, so he was trying to become content with his life as it was. And things were slowly becoming normal. He never really travels as far from home anymore, but those lucky enough to find themselves in his presence and in need of help are often helped in anyway they need. He takes comfort in knowing that even blind he can still help others.
He was following the creek, which he often used as a land mark to help him get around, when he started to hear other hoove-steps in the distance, likely before the other Soquili heard him. His hearing had really started to make up for his lose of eyesight the more he got accustomed to it. He contintued to move in the direction he had been walking and when he gussed he might have been close enough for his voice to be heard, he spoke up, "Hello there?"
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