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 Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 12:40 pm
This is a private RP for .Tortured. .Pumpkin. and her Soquili.  
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 12:49 pm
Sunken eyes scanned the small meadow before the mare. She'd not slept in what seemed like days, though she could have sworn that she'd bedded down quite early the night before. The sun hung high in the sky. It must have been nearly midday. Birds chirped and bugs swarmed around the mare, who ignored them as best as she could.
After some time, the mare decided the empty grassy area was a safe place to eat. She sniffed at the berry bushes scattered about, noticing their odd height. Most of them stood to her shoulder, but she welcomed the ease of access. Her body ached. From what, she did not know.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:00 pm
The heat seemed excruciating to the pale stallion as he made his way along a path that he thought led to the river. He sighed, pushing forward through the haze ahead, swatting his tail at the biting flies and mosquitos that dared to land on him. Caraway day dreamed of how wonderful the water would feel against his overheated body; how the cool liquid would feel on his dry lips. Ahead, he saw a clearing. Nothing seemed familiar, but the end of the trail was a clearing by the river.
Hopeful, the stallion picked up his pace, his excitement and relief gaining as he became closer to the brightly lit area. When he reached it, however, everything seemed to droop. He snorted and stared in disbelief at the meadow. "Well that's not a river at all," he groaned, "Must've taken a wrong turn somewhere..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:13 pm
Toxi's ears perked and swiveled at the sound of something approaching. She stared blankly at the stallion who now stood not far from her, obviously confused. The sudden intrusion caused her to back away into some taller grass to address the other Soquili. "Uh... Hi?" The mare looked him over. Something about this stallion seemed very familiar. "Are you lost? Because if you're looking for the river, you're a long ways off. There is a nice pond not too far from here, though." She nodded at him, still trying to figure out why he'd looked so much like she'd met him before. "In order to get to the river, you'd have to go all the way down to the part in the trail where it splits, and then take the part on the right. After that, you'd have to go all the way down that one, take the left by the huge boulder, and skirt around the two-leggers' homes to get to a decent part of it." She nodded again, matter-of-factly. The mare didn't think she'd ever been that way, but the image was so clear in her mind that she must have at some point. "If you don't wanna do that, you're stuck with the pond."
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:18 pm
Caraway sighed at the mare. Of course he didn't go the right way. He never did. "Well, Toxi," he started, "I guess if I never took a wrong turn, I'd never find any adventures, would I?" He remembered the mare and her family well. They had taken him in when he first arrived in the Soquili lands, battered and bruised and horribly dehydrated. Their two-legger cleaned him up and he stayed there until his wounds had healed and he could be on his way. It was clear, however, that the mare didn't remember him. "Your mother told me you had many a passer-through in your teepee, so you likely don't remember me. Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Caraway. Your family did a wonderful deed when you took me in." He smiled warmly. "You can come closer, I'm not going to harm you. Besides, perhaps you could show me how to get to the river a little more clearly. I'm obviously horrible with directions."
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