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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 6:34 pm
 
This is a Private RP between ArashiX's Morrigan (Teepee) and Uta's Dasharathi (Teepee).
Please do not post unless invited. <3
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 8:22 pm
Time.
The passage of such a thing never seemed quite as fluid as some said. For Morrigan, she sometimes lost track of entire seasons. Both ways. Sometimes they sped by so fast the next thing she knew it was like she had skipped over one or three. Sometimes they crawled so slowly it felt like she had been frozen in time. Endless travel and offering what she could by way of her own power and knowledge of herbs (being a halfbreed meant a lack of a purebreed's power, so she supplemented where she could) to help the sick, wounded, elderly, young...and everyone in between.
Three seasons had passed in a blur of white, brown, and a riot of green. From the Kalona invasion to the drought and flooding - of which she missed being in the local area for the former, but the effects of the latter were more widespread - the year had been a busy one. And now with fall blazing around her, the half-unicorn seemed to finally open her eyes to the passage of time once again. She plodded along a trail that followed one of the large rivers. Ahead were trees in a storm of orange, yellow, and red, and beyond that, the mountains. She was searching for a crossing she knew of, but it was quite a long way away.
And for what warmth yet remained in the early Autumn season, the unicorn was content to stay in the sun as much as possible and soak up what warmth there was before the cold started to deepen, and frost nipped at the edge of dawn again. For the rich colours and bountiful harvests, Autumn was her favourite season, but Spring and Summer also had places in her heart, for theirs was a time of nourishment and growth. Morrigan wasn't altogether sure of her standing on Winter, between the bitter cold and deep drifts and prevailing sense of...loneliness within it.
For now, she didn't worry about that. Her head bobbed and swayed gently with each deliberate step she took. She had never really wandered this way before - she generally had followed the shoreline in a previous journey - but she wasn't concerned about getting lost. Her guide she had trusted though she was no longer with her.
Her ears pricked, catching the sound of the river that wasn't too far away. She could actually see it quite clearly. She also kept an ear cocked to listen for sounds of travellers, or those in need of help. While not an act of skittishness - indeed, it was simply routine; a habit that had actually enabled her to be more of help than not - it was, at times, an act of caution. All in all, it was a gorgeous day. One that was meant to be savoured and enjoyed. And she was, indeed! A wandering nibble of sweetgrass, breathing deep the crisp but still-warm air... It was a day she was grateful for her life.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:17 pm
Autumn was in the air, and the purple and gold stallion was glad of it. While spring was his favorite season – the renewed warmth of a fading winter, the sweet grasses greening up the land, the leaves budding in the trees, and flowers sprinkling the land in color – autumn was beautiful in its own right. The earthy smells of a land in harvest, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath the hooves, or the reds, oranges, and purples that speckled the landscape as the trees slowly became bare. There was beauty in autumn, but there was also dread, for Dasharathi knew what season came next. Winter. And oh, how he hoped it would be a mild season! It wasn’t that the stallion hated the season. . . he just hated the cold, drear, and general misfortune that it wrought. He was not fond of the waters freezing up, or foraging through snow to spend months eating dead leaves and brown grass. Still, there was little he could do to stop winter’s approach, and he’d have to make the best of it. For now, that meant not thinking about it, and enjoy autumn’s grip upon the land.
Step by the step, the stallion carried on with his duties. He was following the borders of his homelands, pausing now and then to check a scent, or paw at the earth. Reinforcing their boundaries wasn’t a bad idea, especially while animals and beasts took to migrating to warmer climates. Dash wanted to make sure that predators trailing weren’t the kind that would disrupt his home or kin. Between the skinwalkers that roamed the darkness, and that great Kalona War that had separated, Dash wasn’t about to take any chances. This was his life’s duty and he was going to make sure that no attack ever caught his family off guard again. While had not been born when Samsara had attacked and killed many in his family, he and his siblings had been the first foals born in its aftermath; they were new life in a herd that would never again be the same. With his father both an Elder and a Protector, and his mother a great warrior, Dash knew the importance of vigilance. He had been trained to defend and, if necessary, attack. He was a fighter, though perhaps not truly a warrior. Still, the stallion had wondered if he might ever do his family well and proud. . . . A small part of the feather tailed stallion wanted nothing more than to cull the skinwalkers that terrorized the Kawani. The only good ‘walker was a dead one, and Dash wanted to hunt. Their weakness was their inability to keep a group long term. While Samsara used threats and manipulation or insanity to get her way, most skinwalkers hunted alone. She was the exception, not the rule, and even then . . . they were not always at her beck and call.
One day. . . . Just, unfortunately, not this day. He wouldn’t risk bringing walkers wrath back on his family or herd mates, just as he didn’t wish to alarm them if he went out to learn the art of the hunt. Ah, perhaps one day, when he was old enough and could steal away for a while. Perhaps he should talk to his father about it. . . then again, perhaps another day, surely. Thankfully, the stallion’s wandering thoughts stopped as he heard the sound of movement not far off. His ears twisted, and he wondered who else might be near. They were close enough to his home’s borders that it might be a herdmate, but he . . . doubted it. Stepping forward, the purple stallion navigated his way through the woods, not at all alarmed. Cool, confident, and curious – though ready to bolt if necessary – the winged stallion moved as quietly as he could closer to the source. Thankfully, her green coat was stark against the browns, golds, and reds of autumn. Best of all? No pelt. “Hello there,” he finally called out, greeting the stranger with a smile and the smallest of tail wags.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 4:15 pm
As her gaze wandered dutifully, Morrigan's mind wandered to and fro. Hers was generally quite the lonely journey— when she was actually travelling. There were times she had a companion while journeying from one place to the next, but they were few and far between. So then, it was a good thing that the Unicorn halfbreed did not mind her solitude for her long travels across the land.
There were soft sounds around her, natural sounds. An ear tipped back, then forwards, its counterpart sweeping along with it; sometimes synchronized and other times not. The voice piping up had a quiver of surprise ripple across her back. Drawing to a quick and firm stop, the green-splashed mare sought the source. Being that he was mostly behind her position at a diagonal, it was understandable she hadn't quite seen him.
Her gaze fell over her unexpected company to take in his features, starting with his face. He seemed curious and not at all hostile. Which was, naturally, a very good thing!
"Well hello~" She responded, turning herself about. His curiosity was reflected in her eyes, in her body posture. "How are you this fine autumn day..?"
It was kind of funny to have been pondering over her lack of company, only to be presented with a temporary companion! A slight smile flit across her expressive face: just a gentle and welcoming curve. Being that she had no place in particular she absolutely had to be or to get to, she could tarry where she willed, or where she was needed. For now, she simply wanted to know a bit more about this fellow whom she had crossed paths with. Where did he come from? Was he local to the area, or a traveller with a story, like herself? Family? Friends? Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing, to travel alone! It meant she could stop and have interesting conversations with individuals she might not, otherwise! And if she had to be somewhere at a certain time, she wouldn't be able to choose, at her leisure, where she could stop and spend her time.
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