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Post by treebranch on Jun 11, 2015 16:53:03 GMT -5
Setting The land is barren and charred, ash and blackened trees laid untouched upon the ground. The sun is high above the lands, making it to be a warm day indeed. Surely on such a hot days tempers will flare like the heart temperature.
Character in the Roleplay
Syria
Amblyn
Plot: Sharp Tongues
Syria may seem like she is a sweet thing here in the herd though get on her wrong side its suddenly the battle of the wits with her. Here we have your character catching the wrong side of Syria and soon the two bicker and possibly fight it out. How this ends can be in many different ways
Looking for: I'm hoping to give Syria some enemies in the group || Possible frienemies || A fun fight
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Post by treebranch on Jun 11, 2015 17:03:17 GMT -5
The blistering heat was a bit more then the speckled mare expected. With the rising temperature Syria seemed more on edge then she expected, her tempers flared like the heat of the barren wasteland. Eyes glanced about as she trotted farther into the wasteland, she needed to escape her mood was foul and she felt that being around others would only drive her to speak harshly and without thought. She had to bite her tongue a lot today to stop her from saying words she would regret. Syria took this little walk about in hopes to calm her flaring temper, and maybe gain some peace of mind, but no it seemed to have the exact opposite. Her mood was turning more foul be each passing moment, perhaps the heat was getting to her, she wasn't sure, but something she did know was she needed a release.
A release that allowed her to unfold her anger and bitterness. She was so used to keeping emotion and her feelings in check only allowing those in the herd to see her good natured self, at times she had to vanish to allow herself to be well herself. Eyes scanned the land and a dissatisfied snort escaped her as she spotted a fallen burnt tree. Narrowing her eyes, she flicked her ears back and trotted with full sass at the burnt fallen tree. Syria gave the tree a bit of a nudge with her hoof, it didn't crumble into ash, so it was sturdy enough for what she needed. Syria reared up and stomped her front hooves into the tree, snorting all the more as each strike on the tree made her anger rise all the more. It seemed if she needed the release of the emotion she needed to flood over with it. Bitterness swept over her as she muttered foul words under her breath as she striked angrily at the tree. Syria cared little for the rocus she was making and only focused on the tree hoping to be the one to break it into ashes.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jun 12, 2015 3:08:08 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard Amblyn was sweating. The heat was stifling and she was sweating. Looking down at her own body in disgust, she huffed and looked around. She'd been wandering around aimlessly for a while now, looking for a nice spot of shade to languish in, but instead she'd found nothing but ash and her own growing annoyance. Speckles of dirt coated her sweat-stained hide and she knew her mane wouldn't look all that nice under the ridiculous temperature. It made her crabby. Her day hadn't been too swell. A young stallion had made eyes at her and she'd put him in his place, but the colt's mother hadn't taken too kindly. She'd almost nipped at Amblyn's shiny hide, adding another scar to the small nicks that already frustrated the vain mare. No, she had no intention of making it even worse. It was when she neared some charred, crumbling trees - all too broken to provide any shade at all - that she noticed the heavy, thudding sounds of hooves on bark. Not far from where she was standing, a small mare - dotted with spots and colours - attacked a fallen log savagely. Amblyn had seen her before, but the name escaped her. Something to do with s? Usually Amblyn really didn't care. "That tree must have done something grave to receive such treatment," Amblyn commented dryly, ears swiveling. "Did it insult your honour?" |
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Post by treebranch on Jun 12, 2015 16:15:03 GMT -5
Eyes flashed to the side spotting the other mare, nostrils flared as she was breathed quite heavy. The words of the mare hit her in the face like a cold splash of water. Words were filled with mockery and jest, well at least Syria assumed. Normally she could hold back her emotions, hide away her pride, but not today. A loud snort escaped her nostrils as she turned to face the mare.
"Oh yes it did insult me gravely though you should hear what is says about you." She seethe with resentment as she glared at the mare. How dare she ruin her moment of peace of mind with her comments. No one asked for them so Syria didn't want to hear them. "I'd say you should give it a few swift kicks but I see your already working up quite a sweat." Syria sneered at the mare, ears pinning back to her skull as sized her up. Syria cared little for her remarks and felt a battle of wits was soon be upon the two.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jun 15, 2015 11:00:30 GMT -5
This mare was special. She was breathing heavily, as if she'd just run from predators, and and her nostrils were flaring. Was she angry? Had she spent so much time raging at a fallen log that she was tired now? What a peculiar thing. Amblyn tilted her head and smiled. She loved when horses acted strangely and worthy of mocking.
"Oh yes it did insult me gravely though you should hear what is says about you."
Amblyn grinned. The little mare was talking back! Oh joy! "Not to worry, I'm sure the imaginary voices say nothing but flattering things about me. In fact, last time someone told me a tree was speaking, it commented on my sparkling eyes and equally shiny personality."
"I'd say you should give it a few swift kicks but I see your already working up quite a sweat."
The haflinger mare narrowed her eyes. "It's hot," she complained. "I'm not the one getting worked up over a dead piece of scenery."
She felt bad enough about her damp skin and the little patch of sweat behind her ears. She didn't need it commented on. And she certainly wouldn't waste time getting even sweatier the way this mare was.
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Post by treebranch on Jun 16, 2015 11:37:08 GMT -5
Syria | Exile Scout | Mare
Nostrils flared all the more. "Well if the heat bothers you so dearly, why don't you hide away under a tree or something. Not like I overly enjoy your little comments." Ears flickered back to her skull as she eyed down the mare. Why did this mare have to choose now to speak to her. Didn't Amblyn get that feeling like hey she is really beating the ash out of the tree perhaps I should move along and not say a thing. Oh, but no of course note. Amblyn just had to add in her two cents in. Syria merely snorted all the more. Amblyn was like a nat, Syria decided. Just an annoying pest that seemed so desperate for attention she had to bother horses to just get them to look her way. Oh yes, that had to be it she thought to herself a smug smile growing on her lips, mind wielding with thoughts and plans. Due to her more diplomatic gift, she had a way of getting others to soften up to her, but with every good quality something horrid could truly happen with it too.
"Well move along little pest. If all you are here to do is just to make crude comments then begone. Never asked for your comments, nor do I request of them now. Surely you have someone else to annoy with your constant mockery. I am sure there are other horses begging for you to bring them down to..... well your level." Tail lashed as she eyed the mare with disdain. Surely this pest had other things to do, but perhaps there was a reason she too was out and alone. Surely someone got tired of her distasteful ways. While herself was normally posed and happy go luck, she needed to unleash the fury and feelings that dwelled with in her. To be able to place that mask back on her face, to hide herself once more. A hoof stomped down on the ground as she shook her head letting the sweat drip off from her form.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jun 17, 2015 9:00:00 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
"Well if the heat bothers you so dearly, why don't you hide away under a tree or something. Not like I overly enjoy your little comments."
Amblyn frowned. For a mare as thin as her - she looked like she'd break if Amblyn sat down on her, though she spied some muscle - she had a big mouth. But then, their lands didn't lend themselves to very heavy mares and Amblyn's own bulk was the result of genetics and a healthy dose of guts. Scaring away others so she could eat her fill usually worked. This one, though, didn't sound like she was impressed.
"I would, if I didn't feel obliged to tell the idiot hitting a tree that she was wasting precious energy on nothing. I am a giving soul, after all."
Besides, there wasn't much to find in the way of shadow. Most trees has burned and none now reached high enough to provide constant shadow. The few that had survived were dead or dying. Only the small, recently grown ones sported leaves and those didn't even reach her knees.
"Well move along little pest. If all you are here to do is just to make crude comments then begone. Never asked for your comments, nor do I request of them now. Surely you have someone else to annoy with your constant mockery. I am sure there are other horses begging for you to bring them down to..... well your level."
"Oooh, sharp words. I am shaking, truly." Amblyn chortled softly. This one was amusing. "I'd much rather remain here with you and make sure you don't brain yourself on this branch. You look like the sort who would. And, indeed, other horses often ask to spend time with me. You, on the other hand, had to look for company in, well, this," she said dismissively, hoof pointing at the tree. This was a peculiar encounter. And the mare seemed rather angry too.
"What's wrong, little mare? Did you get scorned by a stallion? Did you step on a rock? You appear enraged and I can't fathom a reason."
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Post by treebranch on Jun 21, 2015 18:41:33 GMT -5
Syria || Exile Scout || Mare
Syria listened to all her words, and how the mare seemed to be sleek with the words, all it did was make her shake her head. "You so simple minded and so blinded by your gender you think I let a stallion get to me?" she remarked tilting her head to the side with a raised brow. "I wasn't looking for company for either." she snorted with ease as she lifted her head up to the mare. "Incase you couldn't tell, probably blinded by the simple peasant mind. I was working out my rage and anger instead of taking it out on another. As for why I am angry. Really? Isn't any of your concern? I haven't hard myself or others. Yet here you remain still bothering me? I have to wonder how much is clouded in your mind. To think of such things? A pity someone like yourself seemed to go to waste. Odd how you can't see beyond what I am doing. Sure it may seem so odd to you. But each strike is working my muscles, each strike pushes me harder. So I dare ask, why do you remain when its clear I don't want you company. You petty talk of me. You judging my cause and what I do. I haven't done nothing to you, but offer sharp words. So what is it then? Do you enjoy this?"
Syria stood tall and firm, grasping her anger as she let her diplomatic ways take forth. She was grateful for the gift from the witch, though Syria had planned to use this in other ways. To help support her cause, something she hadn't quite yet revealed to others. Though as she looked to the mare, she let the side of her lip turn upwards in a faint smirk. Oh Syria had to admit, most would have scampered out of her way not wanting to get involved. But with her, this mare. There was indeed something different. One that had a knack with words as well. This could indeed be quite interesting. Seeing who could win with words and not brute strength. The victor? Only time will tell.
WC: 363
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Post by arcanamajor on Jun 23, 2015 6:35:06 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
The mare's words made Amblyn frown. Why, the thing had a sharp tongue. And one she seemed keen on using. Well, Amblyn wasn't one to back down frown a fight, especially one with barbed words. Some silly thing hitting logs wouldn't bother her at all. Not for even a second. So instead she turned a haughty eye her way.
"For someone who is accusing me of being blinded by gender, you are quick to insult me for mine." She snorted. "I see now that stallions would run from you, instead, lest you assault them like you did that tree. Indeed, they should fear your callous words too."
The hot trickle of the sun blared down on her back and Amblyn moved somewhat restlessly. She really wished they could have had some shade, or a deep pool of refreshing water, but such things were few and far between in their ashen lands. Instead she was stuck here, limbs coated in the stuff.
"Incase you couldn't tell, probably blinded by the simple peasant mind. I was working out my rage and anger instead of taking it out on another."
The haflinger mare felt her ears flatten out of their own accord. Such harsh words, simply because she'd interrupted someone's childish tantrum. This mare had to be young, in real years or at least in mind, for her to act out her volatile nature quite so readily. Amblyn's mother would have frowned upon such behaviour.
"You are quick to judge me," she hissed. "I am no simpler than you. I am simply more controlled and less likely to lash out at others because my temper has gotten to me."
"As for why I am angry. Really? Isn't any of your concern? I haven't hard myself or others. Yet here you remain still bothering me? I have to wonder how much is clouded in your mind. To think of such things? A pity someone like yourself seemed to go to waste."
"You act like a foal," Amblyn replied, calmly. "If this reaction is the one you always display when encountering others, then it is certainly of my concern. What if a young one crossed your path and you cut them down simply for taking an interest? You were acting strangely, I merely commented. Luckily I waste nothing quite as arduously as you do."
"So I dare ask, why do you remain when its clear I don't want you company. You petty talk of me. You judging my cause and what I do. I haven't done nothing to you, but offer sharp words. So what is it then? Do you enjoy this?"
Amblyn snorted again. "I would have been much keener on leaving you alone had you not acted like a yearling begging for attention. Your actions and words speak of nothing but inexperience and youth. Someone not used to dealing with others. I will remain and make sure you do not injure yourself or others. And maybe just to make you pay for your unfortunate attitude. I do not need to move and screaming at me won't make me."
This mare must have not had much interaction with others. Even Amblyn, realizing many considered her mean, knew when to back off and when to engage. This one had sparked her ire for no reason whatsoever and it was a dangerous thing to do. If someone with a more fiery nature felt wronged, they could seriously hurt this feisty little mare.
She watched the other mare smirk. Amblyn didn't return it, simple cocked an eyebrow and stared. "An inside joke? Can't be funnier than your behaviour."
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Post by treebranch on Jun 23, 2015 11:34:50 GMT -5
Syria || Exile Scout || Mare
"Funny with words you are. Odd how you proclaim me as one to judge, when you judge me just the same. You assume Im a foal, but fail to understand me. You proclaim I scare of stallions, merely for what you see now. You assume I'm screaming? Throwing a fit, like a babe that didn't get their way? I don't remember shouting? Unless you would rather me shout hmm?" she raised a brow at the mare as she remained there standing as if Syria needed a mother. A mother to scowled her and tell her to shut her trap when she needed to. Last time she checked Syria's mom checked out from her life. A life too hard to live here and rather be a loner free to the world then confined to his island of heat and a family she preferred to leave behind.
"An inside joke?" she cocked her head to the side and snorted all the more. "Can't do anything without out constantly questing it." she shook her head with a soft sigh. "Well if you won't leave my 'bad company' I can surely leave you in the dust. I never asked for your attention or your half hearted words. I never asked for you company at all. Incase you hadn't noticed I wanted you to leave, yet it seems you are doing the world a favor by staying" she snorted all the more, as she began to trot towards the mare with ease. Syria stood before her now, not much space between them as she eyed her with resentment, though she kept her calm. Syria merely snorted at her, before move to the side and trotted past her. "Oh fare thee well, you see I must go beg for the attention of others. Oh how I must coo for them and pray they see me or notice me. Oh my, I hope that one stallion will notice me oh gosh." Each word rolled out with sarcasm, as she chuckled as she mocked the mare for her words.
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