A Roll of Thunder Chasing the Wind [Private]
Jan 4, 2015 17:25:22 GMT -5
Post by queerly on Jan 4, 2015 17:25:22 GMT -5
A Roll of Thunder Chasing the Wind
A roleplay between Queerly's Magdalene and Mothbone's Aslan
[Timeline: Spring 401]
A roleplay between Queerly's Magdalene and Mothbone's Aslan
[Timeline: Spring 401]
A summer storm had rolled in from the ocean, lacerating the earth with sheets of rain like armor piercing rounds. High noon was masquerading as late evening, the cloud cover so thick and dreary that a horse couldn't see more than a few feet past her own nose. The wind howled and lashed like a living, furious animal. It shook the Great Pine down to her roots, the old tree swaying frightfully, bending- but refusing to break. She would weather the storm as she had all the ones before it, proud and alone in her victory.
Magdalene might have found it inspiring if she were not so busy being in poor spirits.
The weather was inadvertently reflecting her mood. Traversing the East Island never failed to leave a sour taste in her mouth, a nasty film that stuck to her tongue like the taste of bitter herbs. She was miserable. Worse, she was soaked, and the pelting rain was becoming less of an annoyance and more of a real problem as it started to hurt. She squinted her eyes against the downpour and lowered her chin to her chest, protecting the gray orbs as best she was able, though it would seem that the wind wasn't in her favor. Each time she managed to find an angle where the raindrops weren't slamming into her vision, a gale would shift just so- and then there was water in her vision again. Grunting her displeasure, Magdalene gave her head a mighty shake, dislodging her dripping forelock from where it had been content to stick to her forehead like a sticky cobweb.
"Mama." Judith called. Her small voice was nearly lost to the storm, no more than an itch in Magdalene's ear. It still drew her attention, and the appaloosa looked back at her charge. The filly's face was screwed into a displeased expression, one eye shut, the other no more than sliver of mint green.
Magdalene swallowed. "Alright."
The mud squelched under her as she cut a path through the rain, her body offering moderate shelter as Judith pressed herself against Magdalene's side. The Loner led her to the base of the Great Pine and pushed the branches aside with her weight and hooves, allowing Judith to slip inside. She would have to put up with the tight quarters and the annoying prick of needles, but she was free of the rain and wind and that, in the end, was what mattered most. Magdalene was far too large to do the same, so she remained just outside the barrier of branches, standing guard in earnest and perhaps in vain, for visibility was still poor at best.
It was highly unlikely that there was any other horse out in this malicious weather, and Bachelor scouts didn't often come as far as the Great Pine anyway. That thought comforted her, but it didn't entice her to let down her guard.
Word Count: 504
Magdalene might have found it inspiring if she were not so busy being in poor spirits.
The weather was inadvertently reflecting her mood. Traversing the East Island never failed to leave a sour taste in her mouth, a nasty film that stuck to her tongue like the taste of bitter herbs. She was miserable. Worse, she was soaked, and the pelting rain was becoming less of an annoyance and more of a real problem as it started to hurt. She squinted her eyes against the downpour and lowered her chin to her chest, protecting the gray orbs as best she was able, though it would seem that the wind wasn't in her favor. Each time she managed to find an angle where the raindrops weren't slamming into her vision, a gale would shift just so- and then there was water in her vision again. Grunting her displeasure, Magdalene gave her head a mighty shake, dislodging her dripping forelock from where it had been content to stick to her forehead like a sticky cobweb.
"Mama." Judith called. Her small voice was nearly lost to the storm, no more than an itch in Magdalene's ear. It still drew her attention, and the appaloosa looked back at her charge. The filly's face was screwed into a displeased expression, one eye shut, the other no more than sliver of mint green.
Magdalene swallowed. "Alright."
The mud squelched under her as she cut a path through the rain, her body offering moderate shelter as Judith pressed herself against Magdalene's side. The Loner led her to the base of the Great Pine and pushed the branches aside with her weight and hooves, allowing Judith to slip inside. She would have to put up with the tight quarters and the annoying prick of needles, but she was free of the rain and wind and that, in the end, was what mattered most. Magdalene was far too large to do the same, so she remained just outside the barrier of branches, standing guard in earnest and perhaps in vain, for visibility was still poor at best.
It was highly unlikely that there was any other horse out in this malicious weather, and Bachelor scouts didn't often come as far as the Great Pine anyway. That thought comforted her, but it didn't entice her to let down her guard.
Word Count: 504