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 Mar 20, 2015 21:19:48 GMT -5
New Face
Participants:
blueunicornj13 's Ryder
mrchocolate0 's Judah
Setting: A couple of days after the war between Olde and the Bachelors
Ryder trotted amongst his herd-mates, weaving between them as he studied the faces around him. After the war, the entirety of the Exiles had been left behind on the Summer Fields, and the two battling herds had departed to their corners after the war had been declared a stalemate. Blood still left patches of green grass crimson red where bodies had laid from the war. A large leaf filled with herbs and other helpful medical supplies swung in the brown paint's mouth as he shook his head clear of the bloody memories of the battle. His mate, son, and the rest of his friends were safe, and right now, that was all that mattered. They all needed to take this one step at a time, and the next step they needed to take was mend their wounds and rest. The horses around him appeared exhausted, ready to collapse where they stood. A sad sigh escaped him at the helplessness everyone exhibited. Who could blame them though? If he had fought, Ryder was sure he would be just as exhausted as they were. He knew fighting wasn't easy, and it certainly didn't make it easier that the Exiles were split between two herds. A divided herd was a weak one. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to such measures again.
Ryder paused here and there to check on different horses, giving a few different herbs for their wounds and other ailments as he went along his way. Being a Scout, he had chosen to stick to helping with the wounded. After the violent history he had had, he would much rather mend wounds than create them, though if need be, he definitely wouldn't be the one to hesitate. Ryder came to a stop in front of a large, young stallion. A wound on his neck seemed to still be bleeding slightly where the scabbing had been accidentally torn. Clearing his throat, Ryder tried to get the other stallion's attention. "Hello. I don't think we've ever met before. My name is Ryder. I saw the wound on your neck, and I wanted to know if you wanted any herbs for it. It looks like it might need to be cleaned as well to keep infection out." Ryder silently prayed the other horse would agree. He couldn't just let him go about his business and possibly have his wound become infected. It wouldn't be pretty if that happened at all, and Ryder wouldn't be able to live with himself if he could have prevented it.
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Post by mrchocolate0 on Apr 25, 2015 20:13:48 GMT -5
Time seem to move slowly for Judah; he laid in the grassy field in what could only be called as a stupor. Shapeless blurs of his herdmates passed in front of his lidded eyes as he tried to take in the events of the war. He just wasn't mentally prepared to deal with the bloodshed that a war brought and the his herd fighting in a battle that wasn't theirs, was even worse on his young mind. Everything seemed to be moving too fast for the young stallion.
The sound of throat clearing so close to him pulled in out of his daze; he lethargically blinked his blue eyes to focus on the small stallion in front of him. What had he said? Something about a wound? Now that he was more or less back in reality, he could feel a slight sting sensation on his neck. "Err sorry, what did you say? I... I must have zoned out." He confessed to what he assumed was a scout in his herd.
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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 Apr 26, 2015 7:00:30 GMT -5
Ryder noticed the dull look in the young stallion's eyes as he gazed at seemingly nothing. He had seen the same look on so many other horses after such a traumatic war. Not everyone was born for it, and he definitely didn't blame him if that was what he had thinking about. "My name is Ryder. You have a wound on your neck, and I was wondering if you'd like me to treat it. I'd hate for you to get an infection." He said, giving the large horse a comforting smile. Ryder placed his stash of herbs on the ground beside him, opening up the large leaf that they sat in. An array of different herbs and medicines sat there, their pungent smells permeating the air.
The brown paint sorted through them, picking out the plants that he would need if his herdmate agreed to let him clean his wound: aloe vera, some ginger root for the pain, and cobwebs to clean and bandage it up once he was finished. "How are you doing?" Ryder asked, turning his blue eyes on the stallion in front of him. He had seen how scared his son had been about the war, and though the tough, little colt had put on a strong face, he knew how much it had troubled him. War was a bloody and awful thing to watch, and Ryder was sure that it had upset more than just his son. "If you want to talk about anything, feel free. I've heard I'm a pretty good listener." He joked, chuckling softly.
Word Count: 261
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Post by mrchocolate0 on May 2, 2015 11:48:36 GMT -5
Now that he was more focused on the older stallion, Judah could finally comprehend what was being asked of him. "Oh its fine Mr. Ryder, this scratch isn't anything to worry about." he said, looking up towards the stallion "I'm sure there are horses out there that need medical help more than me." He gave a smile towards the older stallion hoping to disillusion him from worrying but as Ryder began to fiddle with the medical herbs he could tell it was a lost cause. "Though if you do insist, I wont fight, sir."
Judah rearranged himself into a better position for Ryder; he had watched his mother tend to his fathers wounds from time to time and understood how important it was for both parts to be comfortable. "I'm...I'm doing alright, sir." He said softly, tilting his head to give Ryder a better angle of the wound.
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blueunicornj13
Exile Herd
We don't have a choice to stay. We'd rather die than do it your way.
Posts: 265
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Post by blueunicornj13 on May 5, 2015 19:38:25 GMT -5
Ryder chuckled at the younger stallion's politeness. "I can't say that I've ever been called mister Ryder before. As for your wound, I'm a Scout. Part of my job is to look after wounds that my herdmates might sustain. So what's your name?" He asked, sniffing at some of the herbs that laid at his feet. Most of the horses that Ryder tended to were less than pleased about having to be poked and messed with by a horse they had little to not contact with beforehand, and most of the time Ryder left those horses alone. They were old enough to take care of their themselves, and if they wanted help, they could come looking for him if they needed to, but seeing the young stallion with his neck wound reminded him of his own son. Leif wanted to be a fighter, someone that protected his herd, so badly, and Ryder hoped that someone would one day do the same to him if he wasn't around.
At his reluctant agreement, Ryder nodded, taking out an aloe vera leaf and biting it in half with his teeth so that the juice seeped out of the broken plant. "This might sting a little, but I promise to be gentle." He carefully pressed the leaf into his wound, smearing the juice to clean it out. His ears remained flicked toward his patient while he worked on cleaning and easing some of the pain that might be their from the inflammation. Ryder glanced up at his face for a brief moment in an attempt to catch his expression when he quietly answered him. "This war was hard on everyone. Even the most seasoned fighters took a heavy blow." He mumbled sympathetically between the herbs in his mouth.
Word Count: 294
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