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Post by blueunicornj13 on Dec 16, 2014 12:35:51 GMT -5
'Lost in High Weeds' katha88 's Abel and blueunicornj13 's Little Bird RP Timing: Before current objective The sun shone down brightly as a roan mare traveled through the lush fields of the Eastern island. Her brown eyes scanned the area, looking out for any predators or Bachelors that might be nearby. Little Bird had never been to any of the other islands besides her home on the island of Olde, and her senses seemed to be on overdrive. She loved adventure, but from the stories her father had told her as a filly, this was a place to be feared. The stallions that ruled the lands here were brutal and would capture her in a heartbeat if she were caught. Her ears snapped forward as a bird fluttered out of the grass in front of her, trying to escape her rather fast pace. The loner stopped in her tracks, glancing around her. Where was she? Everything looked the same around her. Grass, grass, and more grass! The witch was expecting her at the Great Pine, and here she was lost in the tall grass on this dumb island! She had never come her without her father, and now that he was gone, she was done for. Bird stomped her hoof like an upset foal ready to throw a tantrum. Her father was dead, and she was lost and alone in this place! Tears threatened to escape as she stood. What was she going to do? This was awful! What if the rest of the loners left by the time she found her way over there? Anxiety made the tears worse, and Bird began to pace back and forth, trying to think of what to do when all she really wanted to do was cry. "Ugh!" She shouted, turning to pace back the other way, not thinking that someone might hear her aggravated shout.
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Post by katha88 on Dec 17, 2014 6:35:26 GMT -5
Abel had stolen himself away from the herd for a while with the excuse of scavenging, maybe he could even catch a horse on his ramble. Going out all alone was seldom wise, but since he didn't enjoy the company of his fellow herd mates all the time, he decided to go on a solitary stroll. He weaved through the high grown grass that was almost reaching to his wither and back line, soft hills came from left and right and made it hard to see towards the sea or the great pine. Once you climbed one of the hills, you were able to see it. He had to be cautious, grass beasts wandered these lands on a frequent basis lately and since the grass had grown very tall, they loved to hunt even more and were hard to spot. His ears flicked back and forth with every sound his environment made, with soft steps he moved forward, head low to vanish into the grass. Only his white markings and silvery mane would stay out between the light greens of the grass.
Suddenly he saw movement below a little hill in front of him, the grass was wiggling and then he spottet a chestnut and grey colored horse peaking out of the grass, head high, pacing around. Foolish thing... the grass beasts will eat you if you keep running around like that. Abel crept slowly closer, making a little curve in his path to come closer from the side, rather than frontal. The horse cried out and seemed to be quite frustrated, Abel sniffed the air to get a scent of the horse .... WELL HE WAS LUCKY! A smirk appeared on his lips, it was a desperate little mare, though she seemed older than him, she was certainly more foolish. Abel decided to approach her, he strained his neck and seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "Why, hello darling. You seem lost." He cooed at the chestnut roan, smiling with a pleasant smile. He tried not to appear as a thread, even though his scar immediately screamed Bachelor. "Don't be afraid, we are alone, my cruel Bachelor friends are back home." He blinked lazily and flirtatious, swishing his silvery tail around his flanks.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Dec 17, 2014 10:25:49 GMT -5
Bird huffed, flicking her tail angrily as her ears flattened. All of this was so dumb! The witch would surely leave her if she didn't show up soon. If her father were around, they would have already been there. She knew she should have paid more attention during their travels to meet up with the witch. Then she wouldn't even be in this situation. Her brown eyes scanned the grass as she heard a slight rustling. Her head snapped in the direction of another horse as their spotted pelt appeared out of the green grass. Her eyes narrowed as he cooed at her, trying to soothe her. Though his silvery mare covered most of it, she could still spot the large x-scar on his face that marked him as a Bachelor. The roan mare snorted, lifting her head proudly in an attempt to make herself look bigger. Maybe if this stallion thought she would be too hard to catch, he wouldn't try to take her back to his herd of brutes.
Bird flicked her long mane out of her face, lashing her tail behind her like an angered cougar. A small breeze drifted through the hilly terrain, making the grass move like a green ocean. Her brows furrowed at his flirtatious expression, and she scoffed before rolling her eyes slightly. "How do I know you're not just trying to sweet talk me into following you back to your herd?" She asked, giving him an accusing look. No way was she going to trust a Bachelor so quickly. There was no one here to protect her, and she knew she had to defend herself from any danger, and this horse could certainly be a danger to her well being. She was lost though and had no where to go. What a predicament. "You are a Bachelor after all, and I've heard quite a few terrible tales of your herd."
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Post by katha88 on Jan 7, 2015 7:42:01 GMT -5
The tall mare tried to intimidate him with a puffy breast and an angry look. Abel just snickered and slowly stepped closer, starting to circle around her, eying up her advantages. Her tail swished like a whip, to teach him his place, her muscles tense. Well, she wasn’t dumb after all, she wasn’t going to trust him easily. „Now… you are hurting my feelings, red lady. But I know, my herd mates are known for their awful behavior and who would voluntarily come with a Bachelor stallion. You know, not every horse that was born into the Bachelor herd, immediately becomes a monster. We still make choices of our own, partly.“ He smirked at her and stepped closer to her flanks, breathing in her smell. „It would be foolish of me to drag you back to my herd, all those slobbering big stallions would want to claim you and give you dumb and ugly babies. We don’t want that.“ He nuzzled his lips at her flank before he quickly darted away from her, making sure that no angry hoof would hit him. „You seem a little bit lonely out here, what were you searching? Maybe I could help you finding what you are longing for.“ He came closer to her again looking up to her, he was small compared to her.
For a short moment he listened to his surroundings, the wind made it hard to hear all the sounds. Grass beasts roamed these lands frequently lately and it was dangerous, so paying attention to the environment is an absolute must. „You know it is pretty dangerous out here, grass beasts are everywhere lately and they love the high grass. You should pay more attention to you surroundings, I could have eaten you easily.“ He laughed and all his attention was back to her.
(OOC: Sorry after I lost my text twice, it took some time to rewrite it lol.)
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jan 7, 2015 15:35:03 GMT -5
Bird watched closely as the smaller stallion walked around her. Her muscles were tense despite her fatigue. There was something about this stallion that was... off. It felt as though his purple eyes were studying her like she were something on exhibit. A shiver shook her body at the thought. Her brows narrowed at the spotted horse's words. Little Bird let out a small snort, rolling her eyes at his remarks. "And who's to say you haven't been there long enough to become one of those monsters?" She asked, snarling her lip in disgust at the thought of the other scarred stallions that made up the Bachelor herd. There were way too many tales of their treacherous behavior for her to trust this horse so quickly. The roan mare's muscles went rigid as he stepped closer, nuzzling her flank before darting away. Little Bird turned to face him, making sure she had an eye on him at all times. "Yes, it would be foolish," she said with a snort, stomping a hoof defensively on the ground. The thought of actually having a foal with a Bachelor stallion made her stomach churn, or having a foal with anyone for that matter. Being a loner wasn't the life for a young foal. It was full of danger, and she wasn't about to raise a foal without knowing for a fact she could do so. Bird pinned her ears as the silvery haired stallion took a step closer. His violet eyes felt as though they were burrowing holes into her pelt, and it felt like he had already laid claim to her somehow for whatever he was thinking about. "I'm not lonely. I'm just... lost." Bird said with a frown, and maybe she was a little lonely, but she'd never admit it. The loner mare also didn't want to ask for help, especially not from this stallion. Bird chuckle quietly, shaking her head. "I know there are predators here. I've dealt with a few believe it or not. I was just distracted for a moment," she said rather sheepishly with a flick of her long tail like an angered cougar would. She knew it had been silly to get flustered like she had, but things just weren't the same now that her father was dead. He had been her rock, and now, she was alone with no one to wrangle her in when she got that way.
((OOC: It's okay. c: lol I've had that happen to me so many times. :'D ))
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Post by katha88 on Jan 23, 2015 7:36:12 GMT -5
„You know, I am one of the favorite stallions in my herd, if you ask the mares. Not so much for the stallions of course, but the broods like me, because I am not an impious asshole.“ He let her know with a honeyed voice. His purple eyes locking into her chestnut one’s. He narrowed them a bit, „Not lonely but lost? You still seem lonely. But how could we help you with that lost issue? It is great, you know the predators I am certain you know, when the sun is setting, the grass beasts will be everywhere… maybe we could bring you to a safe place before you start your travels again at the first light?“ He blinked at her with an angelic expression and playfully swayed his tail. She seemed quite older than him, though he felt that she hadn’t seen much suffer in her life, yet not so much as he had in his 18 years as a member of the Bachelor herd. She still showed off and Abel was sure, he could bend it even a little bit more. He circled around her again, nuzzling her shoulder and neck, still locking her eyes. Oh pushing boundaries was just too much fun. „I would even abandon my herd for the night to watch you….“ He pouted and curled his lips with puppy eyes.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jan 23, 2015 16:12:03 GMT -5
Little Bird looked down at the stallion as he spoke. His voice was smooth and calm as if he were trying to win her over by trying to be nice even though she knew that a wolf was surely hiding beneath that sheep's clothing. When he mentioned the word 'brood', the loner couldn't help but feel anger and frustration build up inside of her. How could this stallion think that what they did to those poor mares was okay? "I'm sure," she said in a strained tone. trying her hardest to contain her temper her father had warned her about. "I bet all of the broods really enjoy your company."
She watched him carefully as he tried to sweet talk her further, touching her neck and shoulder with his soft muzzle. The roan mare let out a small snort, rolling her eyes. Her father had warned her of these stallions before he had died. He had said that they would pretend to be nice, and then they would take her back to their herd where they would force her to do unspeakable things. Little Bird looked up at the sun. Surely enough, the orange orb of light was sinking over the horizon. Darkness would cover these foreign lands, and Bird had a feeling that she wouldn't have much luck finding her way to the Great Pine in the dark, especially since she couldn't even find it in the daylight. She ground her teeth together, trying her hardest to fight the urge to trust this horse, but there was a chance he was telling the truth right? Maybe he was as nice as he said he was. Little Bird let out a small sigh, turning her gaze back on the spotted stallion beside her. "Fine, but only because I'd rather not get eaten by a pack of grass beasts, and only if you swear that the rest of your herd don't know I'm here. I don't want to become one of your herd's broods." Bird said defiantly with a lash of her long tail.
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Post by katha88 on Jan 28, 2015 4:09:48 GMT -5
As the loner mare only rolled her eyes, when he nuzzled her shoulder, he softly nipped into it, smirking at her. He had to admit, he had no clue what he should do with the well grown mare, once he got her to follow him. He would not push her into the misery of becoming a Bachelor captive and here he had to be careful. If they would catch him, being with a mare that he hadn’t brought into the herd but rather kept her a secret, he would be screwed. Abel watched the mare gazing towards the sun and then back to him, she agreed. Abel could barely hide his happy smile. „We will hide near the fallen city. I do not dare to step too close, we would get away from the grass beasts and right into the fangs of gigantic rats. I’ve heard awful stories of rats in grass beast size. I don’t intend to confirm these stories.“ He watched her reaction, she was depending on him now and he would make sure, that she would even more…. „Don’t worry, I actually had planned a little scavenging tour, so no one is going to miss me and you will be safe from my herd mates.“ He told her in a soothing tone and moved down south, „Go ahead darling, I will follow you and make sure we won’t get into trouble.“ He moved his head into the direction he wanted the mare to move and watched her walking past him. „My name is Abel by the way.“ Some sympathy lingered in his last words.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jan 28, 2015 16:34:46 GMT -5
Little Bird looked down at the spotted stallion as he nipped at her withers. Her brows narrowed for a moment. Part of her desperately wanted to just cut loose and have fun like she would have before her father had died, but another part of her, the part her father had shaped with his teachings, told her to be wary and cautious. It was up to her to defend herself now after all, and he had done so fore so long. It felt... bizarre to even think that he wasn't there any longer. She bit her lip in an attempt to contain herself. What would her father want her to do? He certainly wouldn't want her to dwell on the past for too long, and she had done her fair share of crying over the past couple of weeks. After several seconds of hesitation, Bird snipped back at him with a playful smirk. Others had told her that she acted a lot younger than her age, but why would she want to act like a cranky, old coot when she could live life with a bit of fun? Plus, this horse seemed like a nice enough stallion even though his herd was known for being a bit... brutish to say the least. She figured that she might as well give him the benefit of the doubt since, surely, not all of the Bachelors behaved that way.
When she caught the slight glimpse of a happy smile on the stallion's scarred face, she couldn't help but let one creep onto hers as well. It wasn't the malicious smile that she had expected to see when she had accepted his offer. This one was surprisingly genuine. She nodded her head as he spoke, telling her the plan he had for where they would hide out of the night. The Eastern island wasn't familiar to her in the slightest, but at the mention of a city, her ears perked up slightly though they quickly fell at the mention of rats. Little Bird stuck her tongue out in distaste. "Yeah, I'd rather not run into any rats, especially if they're the size of grass beasts. We have those on Olde as well though I've never heard of any the size of grass beasts. I suppose the cougars get rid of those." She said with a small shrug.
Little Bird's ears perked up as he continued, and she hesitantly walked in the direction he had told her to go. Deep down something was telling her to run and get as much distance away between her and this Bachelor as possible, but something was keeping her from doing so. Maybe he had been right. Maybe she was a little lonely. Her brown eyes swiveled backward toward him when he introduced himself. "Abel." Bird repeated with a nodded. "My name is Little Bird, but most of everyone just call me Bird." The roan mare offered Abel a small smile as she headed in the direction of the unfamiliar city, wondering how this little encounter would end. Hopefully, it would be for the better. She was quite tired of unhappy endings.
The loner mare walked forward at a steady pace, glancing around her with caution. She made sure her eyes stayed sharp for any signs of danger and kept her ears swiveling to catch any sort of noise from the tall grass that grew around them. "So, Abel, what do you like to do around here? I'm sure it's not all fun and games with the Bachelors, but you must have something that you like to do every once in awhile." Bird looked back at him with a curious expression, learning things about others was a hobby of hers. Bird loved to learn the ins and outs of just about everything around her even though it made her seem a little nosy at times.
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Post by katha88 on May 26, 2015 3:39:50 GMT -5
„Little bird? Well you’re not exactly a little bird… especially compared to me you should be called big bird.“ Abel snickered a bit, after he blurted out his bad joke. He raised a brow then and his lips curled up a bit, „sorry“ he whispered still amused. „But it is nice to know your name, Little Bird“, he said, playfully narrowing his eyes.
Abel followed Bird silently, watching his step and lowering his hooves with caution onto the ground. He watched the area, as the city remains were slowly building up in front of them. The whole scenery was gloomy and dark, they could almost feel that this place wasn’t welcoming equines. As Bird asked him about his routine, he pondered. The mare was right, it was not all fun and games with his herd, but it was his family. „I like to spend time with my family. I enjoy to share some time with my mother and my little brother, my aunt and her youngsters. We are an unruly mop, but lovable with good looks.“ His soft expression added by a wide grin, yes it was his family that made the whole bachelor herd the best place on earth. Even though he had a big distaste for most stallions and the way they treated the mares, his family was the heart of his herd life and a reason why he could never abandon the herd. Suddenly Abel’s expression became grim, „besides that, we are training for the coming war.“ He feared for his beloved ones, all the youngsters in his family and the ones he cared for. He was also afraid for his own hide, as he wasn’t a good fighter, not fierce, not strong, rather swift and cunning. He had to work his wits, otherwise the Olde knights might rip him into shreds. The thought drew a big frown into his face.
While the city was still some miles away, Abel had found his little secret cove. The river was down the hill to their left meters away, to their right a bundle of fallen and standing trees, bushes, rocks and the back of a hill formed a small hideout. It was not the best shelter from rain but the wind was kept away by the hill and the fallen trees and bushes covered them from the eyes of others. Abel made sure that they weren’t leaving well visible tracks, before he steered Bird towards the hideout that was covered by dry leaves and pine needles. It had a cozy feeling to it, but still was damp at the corners and were the rain could leak through the brush. As they stepped into it, Abel tried to turn the topic away from himself. „How about you Bird? Why are you still a loner and not with one of the herds and what leads you all alone out onto the East Islands were Bachelors could simply catch you. You were mighty lucky today that you met me. If it would have been one of my friends or brothers, you would be squealing and kicking now, being presented to our leader and donned to a slave life.“
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Post by blueunicornj13 on May 26, 2015 9:18:12 GMT -5
Little Bird looked back at the smaller stallion with an amused expression. A lot of horses commented on her rather strange name, but she always found it pretty funny to hear their opinions on it. "My entire family had strange names... well, at least everyone else thinks they are strange." She said, remembering how her father had told her that all of their ancestors had had names like our own. It was sort of like a family trait, passed down the generations. "Don't be sorry. I've heard worse jokes than being called Big Bird." The roan mare admitted with a chuckle. There was one mare in particular that came to mind that had called her fat once, and the memory still enraged her. 'Stupid, skinny breeds.'
Her brown eyes scanned the area around them out of habit, looking out for any dangers that might pop up in their path toward the ruined remains of the city that was slowly appearing on the horizon in front of them. The sun was slowly setting, and the light was beginning to fade with it. If this place was anything like the Olde city, the predators would be coming out soon to hunt, and she definitely didn't want to have to fend off any of the vile dogs that seemed to be in abundance on the Eastern island. Bird flicked an ear back toward him as Abel began answering her question. She nodded slowly, looking around them while he spoke. "That's good. Family is an important thing to have." She said, giving the spotted stallion a rather sad smile. "From the sound of it, it seems you have quite a few relatives. I bet there's never a dull moment with all of them around." The older mare playfully rolled her eyes slightly at the mention of his family's 'good looks'. Little Bird cast a glance behind her when his fond tone turned rather grim, and a worried expression crossed her face, pulling down the corners of her mouth that had only moments before held a small smile. "I've heard the news of the war. It's still hard to imagine." Little Bird couldn't even begin to think of the worry and fear that must be running through the herd, and how many innocent lives were being dragged into this mess. "I hope that you and your family stay safe." She hoped, seeing the worry and fear in Abel's gaze. She had thought that the Bachelors were hardened by fighting and war, that they were accustomed to the sight of blood and the thought of fighting to the death, but the look on Abel's face definitely wasn't something she had expected. It wasn't the face of a blood-thirsty fighter, but rather someone unsure about the outcome of what was to come.
The city was still off in the distance when Abel steered her toward a small area with trees, bushes, and rocks at the back of a small hill. It didn't look like much, but shelter was shelter, and Little Bird had definitely stayed in worse places. Leaves and pine needles littered the ground, providing a comfortable feeling to the little cove. She wandered over to a relatively dry spot in the pile of leaves and sat down, sighing in relief as she took the pressure off of her hooves. Her ears perked up when Abel's questions turned toward her, and she fell silent, thinking of an appropriate answer to his question. She could simply lie about it, but Little Bird was definitely not a very good liar. "Well, to begin, I enjoy exploring, and I have yet to really explore the Eastern island. Not because of the many dangers that seem to be present here though. I'm a Ranger. I know how to defend myself." Little Bird paused, wondering how much she should tell this stranger about her life and the reasoning behind her madness. She obviously couldn't tell him about the witch's call to come to the Great Pine. That would be against the law, but there were other reasons she had ventured to this place. "My family has all been Rangers, protecting the innocent lives of Chevalin. I wouldn't want to join the herds simply because I wouldn't want to let my ancestors down.... or my father for the matter. I was living with him on Olde until he pasted away recently. I had to take care of him, so I didn't get many chances to travel and explore, so when he died, I took the opportunity to see the rest of this world and perhaps help a few horses along the way." Little Bird admitted, her lips being pulled back in a tight smile. Sadness raked through her as her words opened up the fresh wounds that her father's death had created, but tears didn't threaten to spill down her face. She had cried too much lately for there to even be enough tears to cry. "I know I was extremely lucky to have run into you and not someone else from your herd. I wouldn't last very long as a slave I don't think, being passed around from one stallion to another, but I won't be on this island for much longer. Hopefully, my luck won't run out for a little while longer." Little Bird assured him, thinking of her game-plan for her travels. The Eastern island had proven much too dangerous to stay for much longer that was for sure, and the Southern island was still a burnt crisp, so once she learned what news the witch is so anxious to tell the loners, she would be making the trip back to her home on Olde. "This island is quite beautiful though. I wish I could stay a bit longer. Without the fear of being captured." The roan mare admitted, sighing quietly before shrugging her shoulders. "What's it like? Being a part of a herd. I've only known what it's like being alone. I wouldn't want to jump into herdlife myself, but it's still pretty interesting to me."
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Post by katha88 on May 28, 2015 4:55:06 GMT -5
He listened to her, happy to avoid further thoughts on his most hated theme. He hated that Klaus had brought war to their herd and then just had vanished. Probably he had realized what he had done and ran off before he would get into all the trouble that their herd was soon facing. As she told him about her loner life he nodded eagerly, he envied the loners for their lifestyle. „I’ve been told about the loners and their original function as protectors and neutrals of all herds in Chevalin. I hope they will protect us from the Olde herd.“ Again he frowned, the Olde herd was going to kill innocent life’s in the name of the unicorns. How could the unicorns wish someone to die that was created out of them selfs. All that religion bullshit was giving him a bitter taste on his tongue, so many lies to justify their actions. „So were are the lones going to position themself’s in this war? Are they going to simply watch from the sidelines or will they interfere, and when - who’s going to benefit from their involvement?“ Irritation clung to his voice, the whole ordeal was making him more and more uneasy. All his wicked intentions towards Bird were blown away by the thoughts of the upcoming events. As she mentioned the death of his father his ears perked forward and he watched her expression closely. „I am sorry for the loss of your father.“ He had never got to know his father, except for the day he had marked him. Besides that day he made sure to avoid Sheva and his son and Abel had been refused to make contact with him and since several years he didn’t care about him. His family was big enough, he didn’t need a father.
Yes, the Eastern island was probably the most beautiful place in Chevalin, but dangerous if you didn’t knew the hidden tracks to keep yourself from the sight of the Bachelor scavengers like him. Suddenly he remembered his original intentions, theoretically he had caught her now? Yes? He was wondering, when she questioned him again. His gaze wandered back to her brown eyes. „Well… how is herdlife. I guess it’s much strikter then being a loner, you have rules that have to be followed and everyone has his place in the herd. The males are the force, the females are there to bring foals - apparently to bring more colts. In the traditional eyes of the Bachelors, mares are only worthy if the bring many colts as the males are the superior gender.“ Abel wrinkled his nostrils at the thought, he knew that there were enough individuals that were not thinking like that and since Cain became their leader, the mares were doing much much better, he was soft on them. Still there were stallions like Brutus, Ghost, even his brother Isaac and many more who still valued the traditions of the Bachelor herd.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on May 28, 2015 8:39:16 GMT -5
Little Bird flicked her ears toward Abel while she glanced around them at the small clearing Abel had taken her to. It was certainly well hidden, but it was also closed-in. If any sort of danger were to come, they would be trapped... or at least she would be if this was all some sort of trap. Her father had always taught her to second guess horse's actions, figuring out where their values laid before letting herself trust them, but for some reason, she found herself opening up to this stranger, who was a Bachelor stallion of all things. Had she finally lost it? Being so lonely for so long had worn her down, and she liked having others around for company. Was she desperate enough for company that she was willing to rely on a Bachelor stallion who may very well stab her in the back? A frown deepened on her face at the mention of the loner's involvement in the war. She had no idea what the witch wanted to tell or ask of them during this sudden meeting, but it was against the law for loners to interfere with the herds. It ate her up inside that innocent horses would be slaughter without a second thought in this ridiculous war, but what was really killing her was the fact that, even though her job was to protect the horses of Chevalin, she couldn't do anything without being punished. The roan mare sighed heavily, listening to the spotted stallion as he continued. "I'm not sure. The loners mostly do as they please, and I can't see all of them rushing off to battle even if it meant only protecting those who otherwise can't." Little Bird admitted rather sadly, her voice laced with worry. At Abel's apology, Little Bird let out a small sigh, taking a deep, steadying breath before she could trust her voice to not crack and wobble with sadness. Her father had been the only family in her life since she was little. Her mother had left right after she had been weaned for reasons that she would never know or understand. "Thank you. He was a good stallion, and an amazing father despite how hard he pushed me to become a Ranger."
Little Bird listened intently to Abel when his gaze wandered back to hers, and he began telling her about his herd's lifestyle. Learning about the herds was a hobby of hers. In order to better protect and help the horses that lived in them, she had taken to asking many questions about them, learning how the different herds functioned. Abel looked rather disgusted with the thought of his herd's traditions, and Little Bird had to agree that it was ridiculous, but she understood the feeling of feeling inferior. Her own mother and father had wanted a colt, someone to raise to be a strong, loyal Ranger, but they had been cursed with a filly who would have to be trained twice as hard to be able to compete with the stallions around her. It had been hard to hear at first, but she had eventually taken it up as a challenge, pushing herself further. "From the look on your face, I'd say that you don't exactly agree with the most extreme members of your herd. Is that why you helped me? Because you sympathize with the mares of your herd? Or is there another reason?" Bird studied the young stallion's purple eyes, searching his expression for any hint of emotion or a hidden lie.
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Post by katha88 on Jun 17, 2015 6:10:44 GMT -5
Abel looked back at Bird as she gazed at him, studied his expression. „I actually do. I sympathize a lot with the mares and that brings me into trouble with the stallions. It’s weak, to be gentle. They would most likely call you a brood yourself, if you act out. Marriage is not valued either, rather it is a punishable act. Also …“ He hesitated and thought about several stallions that were close to him, friends. „Strong friendships between stallions are encouraged, but not if they become too close, if you know what I mean.“ If a stallion was unlucky to bear the four diamonds on his head, he was practically an outcast inside the herd, most stallions looked down on them, even hating them. Gaining a high position like this was impossible, yet no more would want to make a foal with them, though they wouldn’t be able to refuse him.
(OOC: Let’s move this along - here starts a new day and then Ginger can drop in!)
Abel had barely slept and watched over his new treasure, he was hiding in his little cave, he stood up and shook his body to get off the leaves and sticks that stuck to his fur. He nudged Bird and nipped on her ear to get her up. „Let’s go outside, down to the river. Maybe we could also sneak into the city and I will show you some safe places, so you can hide when you have to come down here again or even stick to this isle.“ He grinned and trotted outside, it was a brisk and beautiful day, the soft light of the early morning was drawing the background in yellow and pink shades, the dew glistering on the grass blades to his hooves. Birds were singing songs for them and he looked back at her. „Your friends are singing, little Bird.“ He teased. „Maybe you should join in with them and sing.“ When he arrived at the river, he carefully stepped into the brisk water, that reached up to his cannon bone and took a deep sip. It was peaceful, probably too peaceful, but Abel didn’t suspect anything, the herd was still located at the Summer Fields, training and being herded.
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blueunicornj13
Exile Herd
We don't have a choice to stay. We'd rather die than do it your way.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jun 22, 2015 9:21:07 GMT -5
Little Bird perked her ears up, listening intently to the spotted stallion's explanation to why he had helped her. She had heard terrifying stories of the Bachelors and their often brutish ways. Her father had told her tales of their ways as a way to scare her when she was a foal, and the stories had certainly stuck. "Gentleness can go a long way, but I understand what it means to not be able to be that way. My father raised me like a colt because that was what he wanted. He thought a mare wouldn't be cut out to be a Ranger, so he wanted to make sure I was the colt he never had. I've been called a brood before, so being called one isn't really new to me." The roan mare explained, looking down at the fallen leaves under her. Her childhood had been fine but to call it a childhood was kind of a joke, and as she had grown older and performing her duties as a Ranger, a few of the stallions she had run into had referred to her as a 'brood.' The word made her blood boil in anger just thinking about it, and she snorted quietly to relieve some of the frustration as she returned to listening about the Bachelor's way of life. Her brown furrowed for a moment, trying to think of a reason why the stallions of the herd couldn't be a little closer than friends, but it dawned on her that that would obviously put a damper on creating their ever growing army. Two stallions couldn't exactly make a foal. "I know what you mean. That's kind of.... harsh. I mean... if they can't really help their feelings, they aren't exactly going to be enthusiastic about having foals with a mare." Little Bird mused aloud, humming in thought before shaking out her curly mane. "I don't mean to sound like you are accountable for any of this, Abel, because you're obviously not. I'm just thinking out loud." The roan mare quickly added, not wanting him to feel like he was being attacked by her thoughts. "I'm sure there are good things about the Bachelor herd too. You seem close with your family. Are the other families like that too or just yours?" Bird asked curiously, wishing that she knew what it was like having a big family. She had only had her father, and now... now she had no one. After their talk, Little Bird had reluctantly fallen asleep, not able to stay awake any longer to help keep watch. She had slept in a small pile of drier leaves that she had made, and while it was a little itchy, it was probably the most sleep she had had in the last few weeks. She woke up to someone nudging a nipping at her ears, and after stretching out her limps, the roan mare groggily rose to her hooves and shook off any leaves that were stuck to her except for a few pesky ones that remained in her curly hair. At his suggestion, she nodded, yawning quietly. "Sure, I would appreciate that. I've been meaning to check out the city here on this island. I'm sure it's not as big and grand as the one on Olde, but I might find something worth looking at there." Bird joked, giggling lightly and trotting outside of the cave-like grove. She took a deep breath of the crisp, morning air and marveled at the pink and yellow colors that painted the sky. It was absolutely beautiful. The songs of birds in the trees and grass around them reached her ears as she trotted to catch up to Abel. Bird laughed at his teasing, looking up at the birds that fluttered above them. "I'm actually a pretty good singer. Believe it or not." Bird said, bumping into the smaller stallion playfully. "But I haven't done any singing in a while." She admitted, sighing. She hadn't sang any since her father had died, but once upon a time, it had been one of her favorite things to do. Thinking for a moment on what she could possibly sing, Little Bird cleared her throat and began. The tune was soft and cheerful, matching the bird's songs. As they walked toward the river, she stole a few sideways glances in his direction, looking to catch any odd expressions or any other antics he might have. When they arrived at the edge of the water, Little Bird stopped singing, dipping her head to take a drink of the cool, refreshing liquid. The birds had stopped singing, and the landscape around them was silent. She looked up from the water, glancing around them for any signs of movement in the tall grass. Something didn't feel right about how quiet it was. "Abel, are you sure your herd isn't nearby?" Bird asked cautiously, lazily flicking her long tail around her flanks. Word Count: 824 ( gingergoddess if you'd like to hop in with Ghost, now you are more than welcome to. c: )
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