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Post by elesette on Jan 21, 2015 21:11:58 GMT -5
"There's something in the Water"
Private Role-play Between
CaptainKatastrophe's Godric and Elesette's Pippin
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Post by captainkatastrophe on Jan 21, 2015 22:02:23 GMT -5
It had been a few days since Beartooth had wandered into that godforsaken forest, and she had still not returned. Damn that witch, he thought angrily, grinding his teeth and snorting. No...she needed our help, and Beartooth was one of the ones who seemed best fit...He told himself. With a sigh, the dark stallion turned to the forest and began trotting towards it. That dream had seemed so real, and he would be a horrible mate if he did not go looking for her. With a determined mind and fierce eyes, he headed into the dark forest.
Since he was on new terrain, Godric continued his pace at a slow trot, ears forward and moving slightly to detect any sound. Each foot step sent him deeper into the trees, head raised as he searched for the grey coat of his lover. He would find her, and not in a pool of her own blood. The quiet eeriness of the forest caused Godric to proceed with even more caution, knowing well that any sort of beast may be laying in the dark, ready to snap at a moments notice. Remember how father taught you to master your fears...deep breathes, and picture yourself overcoming them, He repeated in his mind. Once Godric was deep enough into the forest, he slowed down to a walk "Beartooth?..." he called, holding his breath as he waited for a response. He clenched his jaw, and continued forward, determined to find her "Valencia?" he called again, using her real name this time. He stood still, listening for a response from any where in the forest, listening for anything that could possibly be a horse. "Damn it," he cursed softly "I'll find you, Valencia, I promise..." he lifted his head, and examined the trees and area around him.
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Post by elesette on Feb 14, 2015 8:58:31 GMT -5
Pippin hadn't slept in what felt like days, and he wobbled unsteadily on his hooves as he stepped forward. The lower branches of the endless trees swept over his neck as he passed under them. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, and the young unicorn couldn't help but look behind himself nervously. He wondered if /they/ were around. The mortals he had met had scattered so quickly, he hadn't gotten a chance to form an opinion of them. Like ghosts, one moment they were there, and the next they were not. Iloue seemed to trust them, but her gentle feelings weren't enough to stop his stomach from churning. He wondered if there were more of them. He didn't trust them.
Another lichen tendril rolled over his face and the mottled stallion froze. Did he hear something? Was it an echo of his own foot steps? Pippin couldn't be sure. The lack of sleep caused his head to buzz and he (WIP)
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