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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 0:50:18 GMT -5
Plot
Cain is one who keeps his promises, and thus for their assistance with the war, he sends a group down to the Southern Isle to help the Exiles take back their homeland. The stallions are sent to assist the Exile stallions with their task of clearing out predators that have overwhelmed the land in their absence.
Time of Day/Weather
Evening/Hazy Hot on Southern Isle
Team Captain
Ruaridh (hypnocampus)
Team Members
Ace
Lantern
Clyde
Varien
Checkpoints Reached: None Rules: 1. The Captain of the team must post first. 2. A posting order must be kept as people enter the rp. 3. No god-moding 4. React to the Checkpoints as they come! (If you don't know what a checkpoint is - don't worry - you'll know when they come!) 5. Communicate with your partners! 6. Have fun!!!! How the posting order works: Ruaridh must post first. Anyone can post after Ruaridh. They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Ruaridh Varien Ruaridh Varien Clyde Ruaridh Varien Clyde Lantern Ruaridh Varien Clyde Lantern Ace And so on. This means you do not have to wait for someone to join, but once they do their first post you must wait for them.  |
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Post by hypnocampus on Jun 5, 2015 14:03:25 GMT -5
Word heavy first post, don't feel you need to match it! I think trying to limit post length will move things quicker!
Feel free to add me on Skype so I can add you to our group chat! (DuskMoth)
Gravity. The one thing anchoring you to your footing, the one thing that gives you a weight is not a force, but as a consequence of the curvature of space-time caused by the uneven distribution of mass or energy. It is as intangible as the ether itself. So why was the sensation of being weighted, and yet floating so very nauseating? It contradicted the laws of physics. If he was honest, and if he could describe it: it was like walking on a cushion of air with your head spinning out of control. His hooves barely registered the uneven ground, or the pinging and popping of gravel and stones of the land bridge. Every step that he'd taken since the moment Cain had taken him aside, had barely touched the ground beneath him, even despite the memory of his presence caught in the silt. Footprints stretched for miles behind him.
Ru glanced over his shoulder, the humid haze masking the winding track of the land-bridge. The air was close, clinging like sweat-sodden linens to clammy skin. A tired evening sun bled through gravid clouds, staining the horizon line with a vibrant swathe of warm, citrus colours. Tones that glowed, igniting the sky with a fire that would soon scorch to darkness. There was no denying the beauty of the thing, but the distance he had put between himself and where his heart lay was immense. Leaving her behind would never be easy.
However, Cain had spoken, he had queried and Ruaridh had obliged with little thought. It had been instinctual. Helping those who had helped them in their own time of need? There was no question. They would be tasked to irradicate lands of the predators that had come to overrun them, but it would undoubtedly come at a cost. Ru wasn't naive, there was no way it would be an easy task, but then anything worth having would be worth a fight.
He paused his pacing, scuffing the parched blades of grass at his hooves, and bruising their frail bodies. The distant cries of creatures skulking in the long drawn shadows of impending evening tugged his ears to rest against his skull. The light would soon dwindle, and the heat of the day dissipate into the vacuous night.
"Keep your wits about you..." He uttered gruffly, turning his head finally to the group gathered.
The only thing to betray their presence had been the dull thuds of their hooves against a heat-cracked earth, and parched grasses. They had been told where to meet, Ru could only hope that they would follow. Thankfully at least someone, or something had, otherwise, he'd have been talking to himself, and more than likely would have appeared completely bonkers. He offered the barest of smiles, one that barely touched the green-blue of his eyes-
"Cain has entrusted us with the task of cleansing this land of predators. By now, they consider this land their own, so expect a revolt. We are to aid those who helped us in our time of need. Our friends. Our brothers and our sisters, for all intents and purposes. We will need strategy, strength, stamina and agility on our side."
"There are things here that jeer at us from the shadows of this forsaken land. Things that only see us for the succulent cuts of meat we would make were they to floor us." His smile dropped to a somewhat lopsided, half-grin as he glanced between those present.
"I don't know about you lot, but I don't plan on becoming fillet steak anytime soon." He chuckled with dark amusement, tipped ears flicking back and forth before they pressed forwards resolutely. The charcoal velvet of his muzzle lifted ever so slightly as he tested the breeze.
"Varien, Ace... Clyde, Lantern... At the end of these well worn tracks we'll find things baying for our blood. Be ready. Stay close. Be vigilant." His voice held nothing of the nervousness that spilled down his spine in a cold sheen.
//Words: 600
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swaggalatte
Newcomer
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 5, 2015 15:39:40 GMT -5
The weather awaiting the small band of stallions was met with utter disdain from Varien. Despite the fact that it was evening, the sun scorched down upon the barren landscape with no hint at relenting. Dust and ash settled upon Varien's coat, clinging to the sweat built up from the long march. As he trotted along the landbridge, sand slowly giving way to cracked earth and brittle grass, Varien could not help but take another look back at the East Island. There was a chance that he could never see its beautiful green plains ever again. Never see Ron again.
Varien heaved a sigh, turning his attention back to dismal land ahead. Why the Exiles could possibly want this back, he could never know. He assumed that they simply did not wish to live under anyone else, and felt emotional attachment to their island. Varien could not blame them. If he were forced from his home, you could bet your ass that Varien would fight tooth and hoof to get it back.
As the dappled stallion made his way to The Last Green Land of the Southern Isle, he noticed that the sun seemed to be dimmer than it had before. As Varien's eyes traveled the horizon, he noticed a layer of orangish haze invading the ever-blue sky. He snorted and shook his head, sending a whirlwind of dust shooting up at his feet. Clearing his throat, he peered around. All of Varien's senses were on high alert, his muscles tensed for an ambush. He had been warned of the predators laying in wait at the island, and knew of their potential. It was in the stallion's best interest to not be ripped to shreds before even getting to meet up with his group.
At the sound of a voice, Varien turned his attention to a group of large shadows to his left. As he approached, he realized that it was the other members of his raiding party. He approached, being sure not to seem aggressive. He looked around at the group, taking note of its members. Cain chose quite the team. Varien's ears stayed tipped towards Ruaridh as he listened, ensuring that he could catch everything that the Fjord was saying.
The palomino draft was an excellent motivator. His words excited Varien in ways that only true leaders could. It was much like the Moon Risen Rolic ceremony, the heads of the raid taunting and enticing its members to bloodshed. The dapple grey found himself shifting, the adrenaline rush becoming too much of a stimulant. With his head high, and nostrils flared, he began to feel his heart racing and his muscles twitching. He wanted to be ripping through enemies and smashing their bones beneath his feet. An impish grin rose the corner of his lips, and he flicked his tail at Ruaridh's final words.
Word Count: 476
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Post by themoon122 on Jun 6, 2015 18:44:59 GMT -5
How dreadful this heat had been, any other time under the shade of a tree this would have been perfectly okay and wouldn’t be such a bother. Was this task worth all this unbearing heat? The large palomino stallion did not seem to think it would have been worth the trouble. He was dying or that’s how he felt, he had wished to go back home and enjoy his life there and not be on a mission to take back a land that looked dead. However he was picked with the other handful of stallions to help with the reclaiming of this land for them, he did not see the point and to him it seemed nothing made any since one bit. Nothing seemed to be fully alive up ahead of them and whatever looked like it was growing only looked starving and begging for life.
Clyde slowed himself down just a bit as they moved through the moss covered area, the only place here that looked alive and well. As he moved a little behind the rest of the stallions he would scuff his hooves across a rock or two and almost topple right over. He would stop and looked back as he caught himself and let out a little growl at them like they would listen to his anger. He turned his attention back to the group of stallions and one look back at the Eastern Island and took a deep breath, he never really got close to anyone back at home but the thought of possibly dying from the predators that claimed this land as their own for so long he now wished he would have someone who would miss him if he were to never come back.
Words reached the stallion's ears, causing them to stand to a point and he moved a little closer now to hear what was being said and if anyone else planned on speaking. His ears pointed to the large stallion that seemed to be leading their group to aid the exiles and getting back their home, he nodded his head to agree that there would be many to come in this battle for this land, even though it wasn’t much in his eyes. Clyde chuckled when he spoke of not wanting to become a meal to these predators “agreed” he spoke in a low reply as he still followed behind the rest of the group. His eyes shifted all around them, he knew they were not alone and was ready for anything that was heading their way.
Word Count: 427
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Post by hypnocampus on Jun 7, 2015 8:54:45 GMT -5
Ruaridh was, oddly, glad of the company, and the fact that they were actually stood listening to him was a plus. A smirk tilted and skewed his coal dusted muzzle, the blue-green of his eyes narrowed against a sun that fervently clung to the horizon line, further illustrating the day's reluctance to give way to night. The group of males that had been assembled was more than capable of wreaking the havoc required, but the general idea, initially at least, was to come across as non-threatening. They were a group of Bachelor stallions, in a strange, scorched and lifeless land, one which they had never navigated before. So there would be apprehension, but then Ru never could say no to a challenge. They were there to help, in a way.
He picked his way through the males, setting off from his otherwise casual and comfortable standing stance. He nodded his head to each in turn, first Varien, and then Clyde, before taking up the position as the point of the arrow formation. He flicked the sparse length of his two-toned tail, dark tipped ears climbing high, and kissing at their tips as he regarded those present with a sort of camaraderie even though, for the most part, this was the most they had ever communicated. There was a trust that ran deep, a bond that linked them in pure energy, being a Bachelor was more than just the name, or the status, and they had proved that more than once.
In the distance, the hollow groan of the wind through the bare boughs of twisted and gnarled trees, distorted noises, and toyed with sounds. He halted abruptly, focusing into oncoming dark, two hooves pressed into lush green, and the other two faced with parched dust. His attention swung from side to side in silence, before his warm baritone slipped into the otherwise stillness of oncoming evening-
"We're nothing but sitting ducks stood here..." He uttered just a fraction above a mutter, his shoulders rolling as he pulled himself back into a meaningful march. "Varien, take left flank. Clyde, take the right. The rest of you follow close." He kicked up his heals, bobbing his head in beckoning as he released a soft nickering sound that vibrated the velvet of his muzzle. The breath diminished to a guttural snort, and he quirked a brow as he glanced back over his shoulder.
Charred, twisted shrubs. Cracked earth. Dust clouds swirling feet above the ground and the bleached, discarded bones of whatever forsaken creature had fallen victim last. Not even Ru understood why this 'dust bowl' was so valuable, but... It was. He accepted that. Quite why he was risking his life, and asking his brothers to do the same for this cause was a question that he hadn't even thought of answering. Dwelling on something like that for too long a time, could turn one to madness. The road ahead was vast, dark and full of terrors.
"It may not look like much, but its valuable in ways we'll never understand. Any questions speak up. Otherwise... Eyes open."
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Post by ponybones on Jun 7, 2015 19:51:50 GMT -5
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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 7, 2015 21:30:03 GMT -5
With the relative silence, Ryder set forward into the increasing darkness as the sun set over the horizon. Brilliant oranges and yellows reflected off onto the sky as the sun sank deeper and deeper, taking the remaining light with it as it did. Ryder sighed quietly, feeling the tingling sensation of the ash drifting up to his nose. It would be harder to see the tracks of the predators they were sent here to find when it got dark, but at least the moon would be out to shine a bit of light on them in a few hours. The High Guard looked back at the horses around him, making sure they were all still in formation and that no one had fallen behind somehow. That was a nightmare of his: leaving someone alone especially when it was his responsibility to make sure they stayed safe.
As his gaze drifted back to the tracks in front of him, his blue eyes widened when he say the telltale signs of other equines. 'Horses? Here on the Southern island? Perhaps it was loners or more Exiles.' Ryder pondered to himself, thoroughly confused by the fact that there was evidence that horses had been through here... and recently as well. The rims of ash on the tracks were prominent and not worn down by the wind or the shifting earth. Whoever had passed through here had done so not too long ago. Ryder began to follow the hoof-prints, his heart hammering in his chest as he wondered who might have left so many tracks behind it. It couldn't be a loner. There were way too many hoof-prints.
After several minutes of following the prints, Ryder stopped in his tracks, staring at what, or rather, who stood before them. They certainly weren't Exiles, and from the large scars marking their faces, Ryder could only place them in one herd: the Bachelors.
"Bachelors? What are they doing here?" He asked in a hushed tone to no one in particular. Shaking out his curly mane, the brown paint let out a snort before clearing his throat to address the rest of his group. "I suppose we should see what they are doing here and what they might want. Be sure to stay alert though, and stay in formation until we now for sure what they want. Even if they mean no harm, I don't want any one of us to be injured." Ryder said, sweeping his gaze over each member of his group before turning back to face the strange group of Bachelors they had happened upon. Taking a deep breath, he set forward once more, traveling across the dusty ground. Nervous butterflies fluttered in his chest, but he kept a calm, even expression on his face, ensuring that no one could see his true emotions to this little encounter. Ryder and several other Exiles had sided with the Bachelors during the war, but from the looks of his little group and the x scars on some of their faces, he could tell that some of them had had pasts with that herd as well.
'Well, this should be interesting.'
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Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 7, 2015 22:02:03 GMT -5
Kayden | Exile scout
Kayden followed behind the rest of his group, swiveling his head around almost constantly on the look out for anything that may try to sneak up on them. It was importantly to remain alert now more than ever as the sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, and soon they'd be plunged into darkness. The chimera's striped hooves kicked up ash with every step, and as it flew up it tickled his nose --nearly making him sneeze. It also didn't help much that all the ash the rest of the bunch was kicking up with their hind hooves was being sent in his direction. Not that he was complaining; he much preferred to be able to keep an eye on all of them as well as his environment. He didn't know what he would have done had he had to have Kaiser out of his sight...
Being behind the others meant that any tracks they came across would be trampled over before he got to see them, so it took until he actually saw other horses in the distance to realize something was off. Immediately he knew he didn't recognize any of those coats, well, at least he didn't recognize them from the Exiles. Anxiety flared in his gut his ears pinning and head lowering as they approached the other group, which he was almost certain were Bachelors. It took every ounce of self control --which he had precious little of to begin with-- he could muster to lift his head back up and force his legs to continue carrying him forward.
'What the hell is he doing, leading us straight towards them!' He thought, but then Ryder stopped and spoke to them, 'Idiot! They can't be reasoned with! Especially when they see me, there's no way there won't be an injury!' But pride kept his mouth closed, though he couldn't help but walk a bit slower, falling slightly behind as they approached the other band.
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swaggalatte
Newcomer
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jun 7, 2015 22:37:39 GMT -5
As Ruaridh began to move, the dappled stallion eagerly followed, even if tensed. Varien's ears constantly swiveled, every flutter and shuffle catching his attention. He tried to step lightly, but with large hooves and lengthy feathering, it was nearly impossible on this dusty, barren terrain. As they wandered, the risen dirt clung to his sweaty skin and made him twitch. He was just thankful that there weren't any flies. Again he questioned why the Exiles would want to return here.
"Why, of all of the places in Chevalin, do the Exiles find this place to be pleasing?" Varien questioned, his voice loud enough for his companions to hear, but not at a volume that would carry. Bored, drowsy eyes followed the horizon, occasionally locking on to a spot before turning again. Nothing. A tree. A rock. A bird. A dust tornado. Absolutely nothing of interest. Wait, that shadow just moved?
He raised his head and flared his nostrils, turning his senses to a location not too far away. Varien's movements brought him to his captain's left flank, but he was not interested in the palomino at this point in time. As he settled into position, he caught a whiff of the scent of foreign equines. At least, they were foreign to him. Larger shapes began to form, and Varien's ears tipped forward, a neutral expression on his face. He had to resist being aggressive towards the Exiles, since the Bachelor band was on the other horses' land.
How is this going to play out? He questioned to himself, shuffling his feet so that he was facing the oncoming group of horses. Varien risked a glance toward Ruaridh, trying to assess how the larger stallion was going to react. "What should we do?" He queried quietly, barely muttering under his breath to him. His dark eyes traveled across each member of the band, the cogs in his head quickly determining potential options if things turned south. As he continued to study them, though, he realized that they most likely would not attack. Varien kept an ear cocked towards the palomino Bachelor, awaiting orders.
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Post by themoon122 on Jun 8, 2015 18:34:21 GMT -5
Nodding his head as he was ordered to take the right, Clyde moved his large body off to the side and scanned the area. Again he seemed to hate this place even more and began to wish he had never agreed to come alone on the first place, but then again did he have a choice? Lifting his large hooves from the ground and back down he began to lift the dust from the ground under him, swirling up into his face Clyde let out a small like sneeze and shook his head side to side. This wasn’t his cup of tea, having the dust move into his face and stick to his once clean palomino pelt which was now a little darker from all the dirt and even darker on the thick, long hairs around his hooves. Clyde may have not seen the point why the exiles wanted his land but he was willing to help them, his ears to a point and his head high trying to keep as much dust from his face as he could.
“Nothing…. I see nothing out here…..” Clyde thought to himself as he rolled his eyes to the side, he was starting to feel rather bored of this task, however he knew there was something out there somewhere but hiding. It sent chills down the stallion’s back which caused him to shake his muscles slightly. He moved his gaze back to the far off distance where he still found nothing and just then he heard Varien speak, Clyde lifted his head even more and looked to his left. In front of him was Ruaridh and just beyond him stood Varien and as he took a step or two closer he now was able to see the other group. “What shall we do?” Clyde asked Ruaridh, his ears slightly pulled back.
Just because they were here to help the Exiles did not mean that they would be as kind to them, things were different now that the group was standing on unknown territory. For all Clyde knew they would turn on the group in a second or he could be wrong, either way this was something Clyde worried about. He stood still off on the right and every once in awhile he would move his gaze back over his shoulder where he would make sure nothing was making it’s way behind him and the other stallions. So far there had been nothing lurking in the shadows that wanted to make the group into a meal.
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Post by captainkatastrophe on Jun 9, 2015 17:44:09 GMT -5
They had their plan, and would be sure to see it through to get back their home. Under Ryder's guidance, Jack was sure they would achieve their goal. The stallion may be not used to leading a group like theirs, but had faith that the high guard would lead them well. After the plan had been decided, and all questions had been answered, Jack began to follow Ryder, following his instructions of leading the front with him. He kept Ryder to his left, his deaf ear, so that he would be able to hear if anything was coming from the right before he saw it. He didn't want to let his team members down.
As they walked, the setting sun added difficulty to their vision as it got darker, and as the bright sunlight burned their eyes. Jack turned his head to the right, watching their shadows begin to stretch as the sun sunk lower and lower into the horizon, the darkness in the distance slowly creeping up on them, like the beasts they were hunting for. He let out a soft sigh, and turned to look forward again, squinting as he saw the unknown track marks. He quickly looked around himself, and then to Ryder, who had also seemed to have noticed them. Jack frowned, and raised his ears, listening to anything other than the quiet hoof beats that came from behind and to the side of himself.
Jack's eyes widened slightly as they spotted the new equines. He squinted as he tried to exam their faces from their current distance, spotting the tell-tale signs of a bachelor. His frown increased, and he turned to look at Ryder, listening to his words and nodding very slightly "and if they attack?" he questioned, speaking for the first time since he had been told to join Ryder. He trusted the Stallions guidance, but did not want anyone to get injured, or worse, killed.
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Post by maplethemutt on Jun 9, 2015 22:10:07 GMT -5
Fay walked along silently in the group of exiles. the only thing keeping her imagination at rest was her focus on keeping the group safe. She didn't want to be caught off guard and have her herd mates attacked one of the beasts that infected the ashy land. The only sound she could hear was the echoing thud of the rhythmic hoof beats on the dry ground. Her heart felt just as empty as the island, seeing her home nothing but a burned crisp. She envied the other herds who had the luck to not be affected by the fire. She would have done anything to have it be prevented. maybe then she'd still have the life she treasured. She felt very alone even surrounded by an entire herd. She was born and raised a loner and couldn't seem to get used to herd life just yet. Maybe it was because of the loss of her family that kept her from introducing herself. a burning fear of rejection kept her from finding companions to lean on in her dark times.
Her heart skipped a beat as she was startled into reality. She looked around to see Ryder and the other stallions staring like statues into the distance. Their eyes wide, ears stiff and nostrils flaring. She turned to look on the horizon and let out a small gasp as she spotted what was bothering them. "bachelors? what in the world.." she mumbled and trailed off. what where they doing here?! have they come to attack us? or maybe even take the rest of our herd captive?! What if they capture us and demand our island as well as their own? Her mind was buzzing with ideas but she shooed them away as her pounding heart grew stronger and louder in her chest.
and if they attack? Jack said, speaking her own worries. "yeah.." she whispered under her breath, agreeing with the pale buckskin. The bachelors unmistakable scars had always given her the shivers. Her muzzle tingled imagining the pain it would cause. Then she remembered two of the stallion in their patrol bared the mark of that herd. She wondered how both sides would react to seeing them. 'that won't be good' she guessed and took a slow breath to calm her nerves before calmly composing herself, preparing to confront them.
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Post by hypnocampus on Jun 10, 2015 1:45:22 GMT -5
((Those who haven't managed to post, please post next... Then we'll revert to the following posting order:
-Ryder
-Ruaridh
-Kayden
-Varien
-Jack
-Clyde
-Fay
-Ace
-Kaiser
-Lantern
Hopefully this will make things more comprehensible! ))
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Post by crestedcreativity on Jun 10, 2015 2:16:49 GMT -5
Cantering over the rough gravel of the landbridge, Lantern cursed himself, and those time-consuming mares, under his breath. He was late. This unfortunately, was quite typical of him, as he had never quite arrived to gatherings and events on time. The course gravel pieces were sent flying with each step, thrown away by his large hooves, characteristic of his Appaloosa heritage. The waves that lapped either side of him almost overwhelmed his senses with its sounds and scents. Eyes locked onto his target, the Last Green Land, he realised that this "Green Land" wasn't quite green, rather a more of a red, dusty, ashen tone. The land seemed void of life, from what he could see. Arriving on the dusty earth, he slid to a halt, the dust whirling up before his chest. Ears pricked and eyes wide, he scanned the surrounds for his group. Eyes settling like dust on the little amount of colour there was, he exhaled sharply with relief. They hadn't gone too far. The grey of Varien, the yellow-tone of Ruaridh, the dulled palomino of Clyde and the dark chestnut of Ace stood out against the terra.
Then something else caught his attention. A dark cluster of equid-like shapes. He knew that this place was dangers, and those dangers were all too present. To his right, about ten or so paces away, lay the scattered remains of some poor creature. It was nothing but bones, now, and had clearly fallen prey to the claws of predators. Lantern hoped that neither he nor his group would succumb to the same fate. Knowing that his group would be on edge, he started towards them at a brisk trot, hoping that they would recognise him quickly. Drawing his pace to a close, he slipped in beside Varien and Clyde, one ear cocked towards Ruaridh, and the other towards the foreign equines. Examining the foreigners with peaked curiosity, he made note of how they seemed more at ease than they, the bachelors, did. Maybe they were exiles? Lantern remained silent, despite his questioning conscience. Others were likely to have asked Ruaridh the same question, and Lantern did not intend to be the cause of irritation.
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Jun 10, 2015 13:02:39 GMT -5
A fading red sky seemed to envelope the land in a rusty shade of red. His comrades coats all appeared as if they were burning embers. This land was dead. Dead... and yet the Exiles cherished this 'green land'. A frown spread across his dark features, <i>Is this really where she grew up?</i> Ace could not understand what was appealing about this place, why, more importantly how, did the Exiles even live here? This land was dusty, covered in ash, and deadly.
His large body was now covered by the greyness of the island and every time he took a step ash was kicked into his face, causing his eyes to water and violent coughing racked his frame. Ace had been battling a rough bout of sickness that had forced him to sit out of the war with Olde. This illness had started to take its toll and the large mule. His once well defined body now was a different sort of defined. His ribs stuck out slightly and his eyes were dull. On top of that all the debri around had caused his nose to start bleeding. How on earth was he supposed to prove himself still useful as a soldier in the herd, and survive this trip. He had to survive he had a mate to protect now. His brows furrowed and he lost himself deep in thought.
Suddenly his radar like ears picked up the sound of hoof beats. Hushed whispers surrounded them and filled his ears. <i>Exiles? They're here too?</i> Picking his way carefully around the other stallions he made it to Ruaridh's side and searched the opposite group. No blue eyes gazed intensely back at him and he couldn't help but feel relieved. If she had been here the other Bachelors might have found out about their secret. A sigh of relief escaped his lips and he quickly coughed to cover it up. There was no time for romantics now.
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