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 Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 4:38 pm
The following roleplay is between ~Kiana_Nala~ & Blue_Sparkle27.
Please do not post without their permission
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 4:40 pm
Helena Augusta felt exhausted. Deciding to turn a blind eye to her better judgement earlier in the day to just lay down and rest after walking for a full 24hrs--she had pushed on. Each step felt as if it took an insurmountable effort to pull off, as if weights had been tied to each one. Her eyes blinked as she tried to focus on what was ahead of her but sadly to no avail. Again, not listening to her better judgement she kept walking. She shook her head gingerly--it really hurt--and found herself slipping. Her reflexes were too slow to stop her from tumbling down a steep hill.
When the mare finally opened her eyes again all she could see was darkness. As her vision began to clear she realized that the sky had went from vivid blue to a black sky dotted with white. She wasn't to keen on trying to investigate what had caused her blackout. Had she hit her head? Had tiredness caught up with her? Or was it a combination of the two? No, it was best to move on from that for now.
Gently, Helena moved her neck slowly to note anything that might be broken. When her neck was cleared she moved on to the rest of her body. For the most part she was just sore but when she tried to stand up her back right leg seemed to be throbbing painfully. When the mare turned her head to look she could tell instantly that it was swollen. It was hard to tell if something was broken but it was certainly more bruised than the rest of her. "Please just be a sprain." She whispered to the heavens. Ever so cautiously, she moved herself forward but immediately found she regretted that decision as she almost fell down from the intense pain that shot up from her right leg when she put weight on it. It was disheartening to realize there was no way she was going to move to some shelter without help. It would be a miracle if she could move at all.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 5:25 pm
Having been mostly on his own for the past several days Yukio Beck had learned a lot about who he is. The only thing he didn't learn was to watch where you are flying and looking at the ground to search for something. Not that he needs help crashing with his mane moving about on its own every so often. He also has a tendency to fly lower to the trees whenever it gets dark out which causes the other half of his accidents. During the day he's a lot better at not flying into anything unless his mane throws his balance off.
So flying over a certain spot he sees someone standing there seeming to have stopped for some reason or other. Leaning to the left a certain amount he starts to glide down and around a tree still glancing over at her every so often until he reaches the bottom and flies into the tree trunk. Luckily for him he wasn't gliding fast enough to have hurt himself and was only a foot above the ground. Though he'd never seen anyone like her, her braid reminds him of Sleet whom he misses dearly. Shaking his head a bit he then turns and carefully makes his way over to the other. Slowing to a stop just two feet away he bow before introducing himself, "I'm Sir Yukio Beck, though, Yukio Beck is just fine. And I don't want to be rude though is there a reason you are at the bottom of this steep hill?" Glancing at her legs he looking for some sort of reason why she stopped when it hits him. Looking up in shock and horror, "You feel down the steep hill and now you are injured, If there is anything I can do to help I will. I'm not the best with healing herbs, though I'm not bad either. With your permission I will gladly stand next to you to help you someplace more sheltered than here."
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