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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 8:56 pm
 The golden stallion had heard whispers, rumors of a pretty purple mare who spent some time around the foothills acting as a healer. A regular mare, using herbs and techniques that were taught in his old herd. It had to be Lils, it just had to. And that was what brought him to this place, at this time.
It was winter, in the foothills... Even though there were many potential risks - blizzards, avalanches, rockslides – he had to find out if there was any truth to the rumors. So he started on his way up a trail that led deep into the mountains.
It wasn't very far up the trail when the blind stallion first noticed the signs. The unnatural silence, the subtle shifting of the ground underneath his hooves. Avalanche or landslide... he couldn't tell exactly what it was, and was unprepared when the ground underneath his hooves shifted, knocking him off balance. Then a stone struck the side of his head. And the world went black...
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 4:08 pm
 Bedwyr followed his usual route, wondering once more why he had chosen to wander the mountains, of all places, as a slightly younger stallion. His bones and joints were older now, and he could practically feel them creaking. Perhaps that was an overexaggeration, but he was certainly getting too old to come up here - one day he'd get stuck on the other side or something, and there were only a few small groups that he checked on. On the other side of the mountains, however, on the side he was travelling away from - there, he had clients spread all across the land.
He kept in shape, though, and sometimes he thought he had too much energy to bear, the energy of a stallion a quarter his age. It didn't matter, though, because up ahead, he smelled blood. Blood was never a good sign, and Bedwyr's ears flicked to attention.
Whatever had happened up there, it was quiet now, and the trail twisted too much for him to see beyond the few yards that were just ahead of him. Still, he proceeded slowly, all too aware that he had his horn to both defend himself and to protect - breaking it would see the loss of his purpose, but it could protect him up to a point. Careful now, he told himself as he rounded the corner, and what he saw there was strange.
A stallion was lying in the middle of the path with a cloak tangled about his shoulders, mud in his mane, and the uni tail that he should have worn so proudly lying limp on the ground. Bedwyr saw no one, heard no one, and smelled no one in the vicinity, but the tang of blood was still fresh in the air.
As he got closer to the stallion, the scent grew stronger, and finally, he saw it: a red patch on the side of his head closest to the ground, leaking blood onto the trail. It was near his temple, a wound large enough that Bedwyr knew he was right to fear for this poor soul's life - and large enough that he set immediately to work. Bending his head slightly, he angled his horn at the wound. The patch of missing skin healed up in a few moments, but it was not the skin that the teal stallion worried over: it was the swelling that he could feel beneath, the fractured bone, the bleeding. As he worked, he felt and aching in his own skull begin, throbbing so faintly that he barely felt it, even as it throbbed with every pulse of his heart. Soon, though, when he'd mended the little fracture in the stallion's skull and at least stopped the bleeding, the migraine grew stronger. His breath began to shallow as he tried to block out the pain.
A few minutes more, and he had the swelling down to the point where he thought it was safe to stop - and he was practically blinded with pain. Groaning, Bedwyr moved to lean against a tree on the side of the trail, grateful for the support it gave him. Pain pulsed down through his neck, but it was little compared to the relief he felt knowing that the pale stallion before him might actually wake from his nap, rather than finding himself without a body the next time he woke.
Easy now, he told himself, trying to relax his jaw. Clamping his teeth together was a good distraction, but it only made the pain worse. It would be an hour before it went away, and he knew not when this stranger would wake, if he ever would. Time would pass slowly, but it would pass, and he wasn't about to do anything that would make the pain worse in the meantime - except breathe and let his heart beat, of course.
dawns_aura Hope this is okay, poke me if you want any of his actions changed or if it's too much too fast... Wasn't sure how much I should do since he's unconscious. XD We talked about a nice stranger helping to move him away from the slide and down the trail, I think, so that's why I had Bedwyr find him a bit further down the trail.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 11:20 am
Everything was black. That was the first thought that floated through the golden stallion's mind as he drifted closer to consciousness. Then came the confusion. Yes, everything was black, but being blind, he was used to that. His entire world was dark, and had been for a long time.But what he wasn't used to was seemingly waking up in the afternoon, with large chunks of time missing, laying on his side on the ground with major throbbing in his head. He really needed to stop the thinking thing. It hurt.
The dark charcoal blindfold that he had used for most of his life to protect his sightless scarred blue eyes had disappeared, so when he opened his eyes, light and color assaulted him. Something was different, and not wrong, but certainly not normal. He could see. Granted things were mostly blobs of color right now, but there was color, not just darkness and shadow.
As he adjusted to being conscious again he noticed another presence. But one he could actually see! A fairly novel feeling after relying on senses other than sight for so long.
Shades of blue and green on a figure that shared many traits similar to himself. Leonine tail, spiral horn and cloven hooves- Unicorn. But being a unicorn didn't necessitate being kind and good. He had met a few who were, if not evil than close to it. At least, he thought he had. Things were a little bit fuzzy. So he would play it cool, and not be too friendly, nor hostile, until he scoped out the situation and got a sense of whether it was safe or not.
He noticed the other stallion seemed a little fatigued, but he wouldn't lower his guard. It could still be a ruse, but something in him doubted it. Mahogany Sunset Sorry this has taken so long.
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