silmellon
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Post by silmellon on May 21, 2015 19:06:26 GMT -5
Tis But A Scratch...MaybeA Private Roleplay between fediarwoods's Maori and silmellon's Outlaw
Time: Current Time (After Objective 4, before Objective 5. The Exiles are still on Bachelor land.)
A small group of Guards go to make sure their bit of land is clear of predators, only to be ambushed by a pack of grass beasts. Everyone will be ok, but Outlaw took a bit of damage, leaving him with no other option other than to turn to Maori, a Medic, to help him. A crisp early fall breeze ran through the still lush grasses and trees of the Southern Isle. The sun was at it's highest point in the sky and despite the few wispy clouds floating in the path of the warm light, the air was still pleasant. Not too hot, not too cold. Earlier that day, a small group of Guards went out to assess their temporary spit of Bachelor land to make sure the terrain was safe for the herd. Yes they did this often, but with the multitude of predators waiting in the tall grasses, it was the only way to ensure the herd that there was no danger. However, on this fateful day, the group of Guards came across a full pack of aggressive grass beasts that certainly caused them quite a bit of stress. They were able to chase the little monsters off, but not without sustaining a bit of damage. None of them were fatally injured but only a little battered. Since he was near the front of the party, Outlaw was one of the ones worst off. The grass beasts had left their claw marks in his shoulder, on his neck and on his cheek. It even seemed like he had a bite on his left foreleg. None of these were deep enough to leave scars, but the strangely marked stallion was bleeding too much to just leave his wounds alone. As the company neared the rest of the herd, Outlaw was hiding his limp rather well and made jokes about how girly another Guard had fought. But in the end he thanked her for getting a grass beast off his back. Every one of the horses tried convincing him to pay a visit to the Medics to treat his wounds, but he just grinned, shook his head and said, "No, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it. It's just a few scratches." Reluctantly, they let him alone and he trotted off laboriously to go graze in an attempt to distract himself from the sting. But time went by, and the sting didn't fade. The bleeding just barely slowed. Heaving an annoyed sigh that made the scratches on his shoulder stretch and pulse with pain, he murmured to himself. "I guess I better...go see the Medics. Before all the white on my body is red." The strangely marked stallion lifted his head and turned to take in the damage done to his perfectly white coat. Another sigh as he started walking to where the medics were. "Ugh, blood is such a bother to wash out." He complained out loud softly to himself, his black tipped ears swiveled backwards ever so slightly. These wounds weakened him, and like any Guard, Outlaw didn't like it. Word Count: 462 |
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fediarwoods
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I'm hungry for you my love, so come out and rescue me. Love is just not enough in this war of needs.
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Post by fediarwoods on May 22, 2015 11:04:06 GMT -5
Just like the war, the weather had slowed down a bit. A slight breeze still made it's way over the landscape, but it was a pleasant one. The one you could enjoy. And even though it was fall, the temperatures were enjoyable too. Maori loved this kind of weather. It comforted her, made her feel at ease. There was enough sounds from the softly rustling, crips fall leaves in the trees, and the sounds of the wind running through the grass, to make not every sound noticeable. As if it was a mask for the ones that didn't like to stand out in a group.
And she was just one of those. She hated to be in the centre of attention, which was one of the reasons she had made herself comfortable under a nearby tree, a bit isolated from the others. She could still see them and hear some of them when they talked a bit louder, but she was just at the right spot to have a bit of privacy. The war had been eating her up and it was slowly taking it's toll. She'd never been the one that could easily bear the sight of horror and that was just what the war had been sketching from the first time the three herds, torn over into two groups, clashed into each other. It had been horrible and if the possibility had been there, she would've fled. She would've turned and ran away from everything, but she knew she couldn't. As herself being a medic, she had been needed out there. Badly needed. And just at the point she thought she couldn't take it anymore, there had come a small mare waddle back into the small group they'd been standing as. Her coat had been covered in blood - guessing from all the places it had drippled into, not only hers - and she was drawn over with all kind of injuries. From small ones to major ones and while she got into the act of helping the mare as she fell helplessly in the long grass, she could hear a few others talking behind her that she probably wouldn't make it. But she did, thanks to her and another Medic that had put the mare back together.
It was really not the kind of world she wanted to live in, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. The war wasn't over and she knew this was probably only the tip of the iceberg, so she had hardened herself, had told herself she had to stand tall and catch whoever fell down in front of her hooves. And so she did, every single time one presented itself in front of her.
And it seemed just the same was about to happen right now. As she just closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze playing with her hair and moved her weight into three hooves to let the other gain some rest, she heard the placement of hooves in the tall grass. A slighter more heavier breath and probably some murmuring, but she couldn't hear what was said. In response she opened up her eyes again and scanned the horizon with her eyes, but couldn't catch an injured individual, until she curled her neck and looked over her shoulder and there she found him. The white stallion, covered in white markings and now in red ones too - which she guessed was some his blood - was slowly making his way toward her and the other Medics. She put on a smile and slowly made her body come into movement. She moved her elegant, short legs towards him and as she approached him, she tried to not startle him. Some of those Guards that were caught up in injury were sometimes a bit spooked; but she couldn't blame them. She had been at the sideline the entire time and she had been shocked by the images that were probably burned in her sight forever. They had been in there, had been fighting of others, that were actually just the same; but only from another mind.
She softly cleared her throat, while she made her thin body come to a stop. He was a muscled stallion and a pretty few hands bigger than her. His injuries were, from what she could see, not that bad, but it had been bleeding from quite a while now, which made her wonder how long he had been injured before he came to them.
''Can I help you? You have some nasty scratches up there,'' she said, while she again made the smile around her lips, slightly canting her head so her bad eye was covered in her long, curly forelock.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jun 5, 2015 17:32:39 GMT -5
Once he arrived at the place where most of the Medics seemed to congregate together, Outlaw came to a tentative halt. He hadn't needed to come to these horses for aid before, and he was a little bit uncertain. Furrowing his brows, the stallion scanned the grassy area for any signs of a Medic coming towards him. After seeing no one at first, his black tipped ears flicked backwards and a grunt of annoyance left his nostrils. Where are they... the pale Guard thought to himself exasperatedly. Did those Scouts point me in the wrong direction? I feel so stupid....
Suddenly he heard a body rustling through the taller grasses, it's hoofsteps a bit quicker and lighter. The horse moving in his direction must be a bit shorter. Upon turning around to face the oncoming visitor, he found that he was right. A smaller mare was approaching him at a smooth jog. She seemed to be trying her best to be careful upon getting close to him, like he could spook at any second. This amused the Guard, seeing as no one had ever taken such care in his presence, not even with an approach. Outlaw returned the friendly smile she gave him, his soft, brown eyes bright despite the light of the situation. This mare seemed very gentle and kind from the looks of her. However, looks could be deceiving. But after she stopped in front of him and looked over his wounds with a light of expertise in her eye, his assumption of this little mare being a Medic was affirmed. However, at her question his ears swiveled a bit in embarrassment and he swished his thick, black tail to cover up the awkward moment before he replied.
"Yes, they are pretty annoying. You are a Medic, right? I'm sorry to ask...but I seem to have had trouble finding any." The Guard chuckled and gave her an apologetic smile, his eyebrows slightly raised. While waiting for a reply, he gazed at her for a moment. Her forelock was long and covering one eye, like his. Only her's wasbrown and curly. Then it hit him how much shorter than him she really was, and he lowered his head just slightly so they could see eye to eye better. This he did out of courtesy and kindness rather than to make her feel self conscious or inferior.
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fediarwoods
Exile Herd
I'm hungry for you my love, so come out and rescue me. Love is just not enough in this war of needs.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 7, 2015 7:42:49 GMT -5
As she waited for his reply she quickly observed him. He was quite a bit bigger than she was and wore a lot more muscles under his skin. But that was not what intrigued her - she met more of those around here. Especially the ones that wore the title Guard, which he did too, if she guessed right. No, it were his markings that impressed her. She had never seen such clear, dark markings, on such a snow white coat before. But before she could wonder, he opened his mouth and answered her question. She smiled understandable. Deep scratches like that stung and as she took a quick look at them, she knew he had been walking with them a bit longer than most of the horses that took a walk by the Medics.
"Completely our fault, I confess. Usually it's quite peaceful at this hour, so they took a short break" She smiled warmly, really in her comfort zone somehow. Taking care of others with her knowledge somehow made her a bit more social than she usually was. And that took usually in her favor, since she wasn't the best at making friends or keeping social contacts. "But I stayed here to attend the once that needed a look over, so no worries," she chuckled softly, lightly, before she tend to be bit more serious.
"If you're not in a hurry, I think it's best if we first wash out the wounds before I work them. For infection and such,'' she said while she looked over his wounds, before looking back at him. She saw how he lowered his head for her, making it easier to make straight eye contact, instead of he looking down at her and she looking up at him. She smiled as she noticed, since not a lot of horses made the courtesy to adjust them towards another in such a way. "There's a nearby stream, if you don't mind the walk,'' she said while she turned one of her ears to screen the area, something that had grew upon her since they had made a small part of the Eastern Island their temporary home.
"I'm Maori, by the way," she said a bit flush, while she looked from under he lashes towards him. In all the worry over his wounds, she completely forgot to introduce herself.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jun 14, 2015 9:53:34 GMT -5
The Guard felt eyes traveling quickly over his body, but not in the way that the eyes of most mares did. This little mare's gaze felt more analyzing and careful rather than like being checked out in a way that made him feel like he was in a brazier or just another stud. But when she focused on the conversation again he could've help but return her smile once more. A mosquito landed on Outlaw's leg and upon stomping the ground to dislodge it, his ears flattened against his head for a moment and his jaw clenched. He wasn't a wimp about pain, but his nerve endings definitely weren't deadened. Outlaw concealed the pain fairly well. Other than his ears and his jaw, the stallion didn't react much at all. But the kind Medic mare was speaking once more, so the black tipped ears flicked forward to catch every word. The excuse she gave was valid to him, and he nodded understandingly.
"Yeah I always seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time lately anyway." He said with a breathy chuckle then tilted his head slightly as she spoke again, finding it admirable that she stayed back to help what wounded their could be instead of resting awhile with the other Medics. But it surprised him that she was here alone, that not one other Medic decided to stay with her and do things from help her with any horse that came along to keeping her company. At her suggestion of cleaning his wounds before tending them, Outlaw nodded his head with a chuckle. "Sounds good to me. From now on you're in charge and I'll do what you say since you're the only one who knows what they're doing here." His soft, brown eye was bright with laughter as he returned her smile. She was so kind and really knew how to do her job well. The pale stallion trusted her to take care of his wounds. "I don't mind at all." he replied as he followed her in the direction of the stream.
Maori. What a name. he thought to himself as he tossed his mane so his good eye was clear of hair. "My name's Outlaw. It's nice to meet you, Maori." He bowed his head in politeness as he introduced himself. Like Maori, he was so caught up in having finally found a medic that he forgot to introduce himself or ask her name.
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fediarwoods
Exile Herd
I'm hungry for you my love, so come out and rescue me. Love is just not enough in this war of needs.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 15, 2015 12:56:27 GMT -5
Just like many of them did he didn't show many of the pain that was tainting his body. It only showed by movement in the little signs of his body. Still she could see he was in pain. Maybe because she knew how many pain wounds like that could cause or maybe because she slowly learned to read horses by having to tend so many. They were all different and somehow so much alike. She had horses that did not wanted to be treated, even fought the treatment while she and others tried to tend their wounds. Or small foals that were shy or even scared of strangers. But with a lot of patient and being careful she always managed to help those who needed it. Except that one time...
With a soft snort she carefully shook her head so her forelock stayed in place and brought the focus of her mind back to the oddly marked stallion that stood in front of her. She smiled understanding as he spoke, because she knew exactly what he ment. She had been in that spot multiple times. She somehow carried that curse with her too and oh how much she hated it.
She let go of a soft, playful but timid chuckle when he lowered his head in politeness and she did just the same, lowering her head a few seconds and than lifting it up again, so she could look back at him again. It was only now that it stubbed her that he wore his forelock just like he did. Only his was more straight and thick, where her was wavy and curly. A short look of confusion filled her one good eye, asking herself why he wore it that same way, but she pushed the thought away. ''Intriguing name you have, Outlaw. You earned that name?'' she asked, playful, while she looked him in the eye. She giggled and shot a quick look towards the place the other Medics had disappeared and just as she expected she saw a few of them already walking back. A feeling of comfort filled her small, slim body now that she knew she could leave the spot without leaving it deserted. ''Shall we?'' she asked with that same, playful smile, while she turned her body and set her short legs into movement.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jun 18, 2015 22:25:17 GMT -5
Her eyes were too wise, too experienced. Maori could see that he was in pain even if he did his best to hide it from her. Like any stallion, showing weakness was unheard of when you had the option to conceal it. But why bother if she saw through his facade anyway? She wouldn't think poorly of him, right? Probably not...she was there to help him after all. So Outlaw stopped trying to keep his head held so proudly so the muscles in his neck rippled as he moved and adjusted to a form that was most comfortable and put him at ease. He seemed to trust her and welcome her help, which was also a plus. The Guard definitely wouldn't be a difficult patient...he just had to make the decision to come to her.
His nose moved back and forth in curiosity as a low wicker left him, his chest vibrating with the deep tone he wasn't used to creating. Outlaw had noticed her forelock was covering her eye similarly to the way his was, and recognized the way she moved her head in order to keep her eye covered. He always did the same exact thing, and it takes one to know one. Little did the Guard know that she was thinking the exact same thing about him. At the mention of earning his name, he laughed heartily. The sound was rich and true, like a real laugh should be.
"My father gave me that name a bit after I was born, but considering everything at the time I probably did earn it." The corner of his eye crinkled with smile lines as he spoke, clearly amused with looking back at those memories. The stallion never noticed the other Medics returning, but they definitely noticed him. He was often escorting a wounded horse to them rather than being treated himself, so this likely came as a bit of a surprise.
"We shall." Outlaw replied with a twinkle in his one visible eye, made almost golden by the light of the sun. As they walked, he easily kept up with the shorter mare. After all, two or more of her strides equaled one of his own. But he kept his pace nonchalant and let her lead him to the bank of the stream she intended to clean him up at. For a patient, he also seemed rather content with himself.
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fediarwoods
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Post by fediarwoods on Jun 22, 2015 9:15:27 GMT -5
He seemed to have noticed how she looked past his pokerface and saw how much pain he had, because he put of his mask and stopped hiding the pain he had away. It didn't matter in her eyes - she didn't think less of him, now that he was in pain. Maybe it was because of her experience and education, or because she learned to look through horses. Stallions could have pain too, physically and mentally, and it didn't make them less man when they showed it; not at all.
She noticed how she had to keep up with a higher pace than he had, but she was used to it. Her pace was naturally quick and controlled, probably because she learned early on that with her short, sturdy legs she just had to adjust to keep up with others.
While she moved she swished her tail with every few steps she took and her mane danced along her thin, curly neck. She really enjoyed the walk, because she had spend all day under and next to the tree. She hadn't got much patients today and the ones she had, hadn't been so badly injured that she had to move much. It made the walk refreshing for her and she enjoyed the company of the stallion, even when it at the moment was only completely necessary.
She smiled when she heard his laugh, thinking he probably enjoyed her question. ''I see. It are the best names, you know. The ones given to you with a reason,'' she said with a smile, after seeing the twinkle in his eye. She knew why. Memories were, most of the time, the most precious things you could own and she loved most of the ones she had. It was only reasonable to expect he enjoyed his as much as she enjoyed hers. They could be very, very painful when they weren't, but that was something she didn't want to think of right now.
Her mind a bit driven away she turned her gaze back forward and the smile swiftly erased himself from her face. <i>Most of those names</i>, she thought. She quickly erased that thought and picked her thoughts up where she had left them. Far in the distance, a few minutes of a walk away, the stream revealed itself and the moment of cleaning his wounds came closer. <i>The wounds. The war. This island</i>.
She kept silent for a few seconds before making a small, swift turn with head to move her forelock back to only one side of her head, clearing one eye but covering the other, bad eye. ''You're a Guard, right?'' She asked from pure interest, it was only now that she was making a less professional question that she became a little bit more shy. She wasn't as social as she wanted to think others she was. ''What are your thoughts on the war? I mean, I'm always on the side line; stitching those that return in pieces back together, but I've never been in the heart of the battle. What are they even fighting for?'' She asked and felt so small, but tried not to show it; she carried her head high, but at a comfortable height at the same time. One ear turned towards him, while the other kept a good eye on their surroundings. ''It breaks me up being at the sideline, I can't even think what it does to those in the tearing heart of it.''
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 22, 2015 21:36:03 GMT -5
Outlaw noticed the bounce in her stride as she walked along beside him and couldn't help his smile from growing. She must've been sitting under that tree all day, just waiting for some action or at the very least something to do that required some movement. Her spirit must've began rubbing off of him, for even with his injuries his own strides became more energized and bouncy. His head bobbed cheerfully with every step and for a time he forgot his pain as he listened to the Medic speak. He nodded to her when she spoke of names. She definitely understood why her question amused him, for an understanding shimmer sat in her one visible eye. But before he could inquire about where she received her unique name, she asked him another question. In response he couldn't help but puff out his chest at least a little.
"Yes, I'm a Guard. You must've guessed from these." he gestured towards his wounds with a flick of his tail and a good natured chuckle. But when the war was brought up, his back tipped ears flicked backwards just slightly. Outlaw hadn't been in favor of the war, or any war for that matter. "Trust me, you aren't missing out on anything. I was never a huge supporter of the war, not at all. Fighting should be reserved for dealing with unruly beasts or predators, not for when horses refuse to use their words like the intelligent creatures they walk around acting like. Or in self defense against another at the very most." he concluded with a sigh. But he realized that he had been rambling, so he flashed her an apologetic smile and murmured "I'm sorry...I was ranting. But your job as a Medic...I believe that in battle it's the most important. So don't worry about being sidelined." Outlaw remarked with a smile.
A small river that lead out to the ocean came into view as the two horses continued on, parting the rich green of the Eastern Isle with the brownish of river pebbles and clean water. Luckily it wasn't drought season, or it would be immoral to step hoof in it.
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