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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:00 pm
 Uzal sighed as he traveled through the darkness, the howling wind covering the sound of his hooves sifting the sandy ground as he moved. Soon. Soon he'd be back in neutral territory. He was still a day or two out from his home in the forest west of the Ethereal Fields, but at least he'd be back in the familiar fields within an hour or two. He sighed again as he thought of what his adoptive father's expression would be like when he heard his report. It wasn't a good one... The fact that Naveen hadn't been able to get that information hinted at that. Myth could have obtained it much more easily than him, but he was... occupied at the moment. The thought of the mare that Myth was spending time with soured Uzal's mood slightly. He didn't like mares. They irritated him like nothing else could. Everyone called it an aversion, though it bordered on hatred. He was glad his work was covert so that he didn't have to fraternize with them like Naveen did. That reminded him... he hoped that female thief that had stolen some of Grimm's golden thread didn't strike again. That had been such a pain... even more so because his attempted distraction turned into an asset for his enemy. The wind picked up again, the gust hitting his face and making him pause. He glanced around and frowned behind his mask. At this rate, it would be a sandstorm before he made it to the plains... He'd have to find shelter. He silently swept towards the nearest rock formation, trying to keep his bearings as he fought an odd wave of disorientation. He wasn't getting sick, was he? Had something bit him? By the time he reached the formation, he could barely see between the dizziness and the approaching sandstorm. He could find no alcove in the rock using his sense of touch, so he planted himself on the ground next to it, where he would be at least partially sheltered from the sand and wind. This wasn't how he had imagined his night... But it couldn't be helped. The ninja in him screamed protest, but he was going to have to sleep partially in the open in the northern reaches of the Ke'lar Desert. At least no one else would be braving a storm at this time of night.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:18 pm
The dusty brown stallion with the golden locks blended into the swirling storm almost perfectly as his golden eyes narrowed into slits to protect the vulnerable orbs from the stinging bits of glass. It was only at the sight of something paler than the swirling sand, that the stallion paused in his trek back to his little alcove that served as home for now, and made his way to the figure, whom, upon closer inspection, seemed to be rather... scarred... "Blimey... you are a dense one to be caught in this. Signs have been blowin' through all week. What's your name?" He yelled through the wind, crouching a bit so he could place his mouth closer to the other so they may be able to understand him. He shook his head after a moment of realizing that the winds were too loud. "Come with me. He instructed, motioning for the stranger to follow him to safety.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:26 pm
Uzal saw a flash of gold near him, making him jerk upright in half-conscious surprise. He thought he heard a voice amongst the wind, but he couldn't make out any words. Then he watched the silhouette make a following gesture. He didn't have much of a choice other than waiting it out--and potentially being buried alive. He hauled himself upright once more, staggering after the stranger.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 8:14 pm
Caverly ducked his head and flicked out his tail so the stranger could use it as a guide. 'Just in here." He said as he ducked beneath the entrace and went into the dark cave, settling down. 'Its dark but quiet and protected from the sand. Just settled down somewhere, I promise it's cleaned out."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 8:32 pm
Uzal followed the golden tail that his mind quickly turned into a golden flame. Only the mental knowledge that the Ruin clan didn't rule this area kept him from ditching the sudden rescuer. He was glad for his eye and face masks, which kept the sand from completely stifling him.
He ducked in after the stranger, trying to grasp what the other stallion was saying as he entered the dark cave. His ears were catching the sounds, but his addled mind didn't seem capable of translating all of them. He walked along the wall of the cave until he was away from the entrance and then collapsed in a heap. He untangled himself, but that was all he could manage before his mental facilities abandoned him completely. A lingering afterimage of the golden tail was the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:38 pm
Caverly tilted his head as he heard the male pass out, and he let out a sigh as he lay his head down. The male would be fine. He was only a tad bit dehydrated and weak from the storm. He would be fine. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off into a light slumber.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 8:15 pm
Uzal slept for much longer than he should have. He eventually woke, coughing and sending some of the sand in his mouth cover skittering across the cave's floor. His vision slowly focused as he quietly drew himself back onto his feet. He inched over to the cave's entrance to attempt judging the time of day. He wouldn't travel again until nightfall; he couldn't risk being followed by the many enemies he'd made in this part of the Isle.
He staggered away from the entrance, however, when he was blinded by the sun shining directly into his face. He shook his head, eyes watering behind his mask.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:14 pm
A flash of gold and Caverly Roarke was up on his hooves and over towards the entrance where his guest stood looking out into the desert. "The storm subsided some time ago, but you seemed to really need some rest so I left you as you were." He said, his voice and posture seeming very feminine, to the point where many had actually mistaken him for a female at times. Not that he minded... it was kind of a family trait that his mother had passed onto him, the ability to seem like the opposite gender than you actually were.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:27 pm
Uzal jumped at the feminine voice, spinning to face its owner. As his eyes readjusted to the lighting. The sunlight at his back lit the previously darkened silhouette of his rescuer, giving him a good look for the first time. Posture: feminine. Voice: feminine. But that frame... He inspected the stranger behind his mask. Masculine body. He finally nodded his understanding to the... stallion's? comment. Uzal stepped back into the shadows of the cave, not particularly enjoying the desert's noonday sun beating down on his back.
This stallion... or mare... who were they? And why did he or she have to give him such mixed signs? He wasn't sure how to react to this type of Azrein...
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:31 pm
Caverly tilted his head to the companion. "You might want to go ahead and lay back down and conserve your energy. It won't be cool enough to travel for a couple more hours yet." He said, his voice still feminine as he turned and went to the back of the cave. There was some rummaging before he came back with a bag of fruit in his mouth. "Eat up. The fruit will provide plenty of water for your body so you can make it north with no issues." he said, setting the bag down in front of the ninja.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:42 pm
Uzal tensed at the sudden change in voice, eyeing the Azrein suspiciously behind his mask. He acted so natural, despite his voice having dropped an octave or three. He nodded again, pulling the bag of fruit with him into a darker area and laying down beside it. He used a hoof to pull the face mask away from his face, his eye mask still firmly in place. He took one of the fruit from the bag and quietly munched on it, but kept glancing towards the golden Azrein that he still wasn't quite sure the gender of.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 6:58 pm
Caverly went back to the back of the cave and pulled himself out a bag of fruit, before returning to the more lighted area and lay down on the opposite side of the cave from the stranger. He munched quietly for a moment before looking up and eyeing the stranger who seemed to be watching him, though he couldn't quite tell what with the eye mask. 'I know its probably not something you're supposed to ask but I'm curious. What's your name and why were you in the desert in the middle of a storm?" He asked curiously
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:05 pm
Uzal finished chewing and reset his face mask before replying; he could still be heard clearly through it, but it distorted his voice enough to sound different. "... My name is Uzal. I was heading back to the plains," he replied with some reluctance. Still, he owed the stranger that much; he--or she--had saved him from a bad situation, even if the Azrein had been confusing him ever since. Who was this strange Azrein? "... And you?" he asked after a minute. Maybe the name would give him more of a hint to the stranger's gender...
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:08 pm
Caverly nodded his head to the stranger. "Caverly Roarke, at your service. I live around here though... I've been thinking about moving again.." he studied the walls of his cave.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 7:18 pm
"... I see." Caverly. Uzal couldn't tell if the name was masculine or feminine. Probably a unisex name. Why did this have to be so difficult? Was there no simple way to figure out the gender of this Azrein without explicitly asking or knocking him/her over to inspect anatomy? He forced himself out of his own, frustrated thoughts to continue the conversation. "What's the motive behind that?" he asked. "This place seems sturdy enough." And by the fruit he had, it looked like he was either one of Naveen's customers or he had a good food supply nearby.
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