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 Jul 15, 2015 15:20:52 GMT -5
"Little Ray Of Sunshine"
A private RP between Maori & Amblyn
It takes place just after objective five.
At the edge of Exiles temporary territory.
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MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
With a quick pace she moved herself through the forest. Ever since the movement of the Exiles to Bachelor territory she had been more anxious about her surroundings. She wasn't scared that easily, but she didn't enjoy the though of having them live so close to her herd. She had a sort of curiosity towards the stallions after her mom's stories, but she wasn't a moron and knew of all the stories that went from mouth to mouth. Bachelor stallions couldn't be trusted that easily, and for that matter, neither were their mares.
Keeping a close eye to her surroundings, her ears turning catch every sound of movement that happened around her. But even though she tried to focus, her mind slowly wandered of again. Her hooves were following the path that slowly led to the end of the forest, back to her herd, but her mind was somewhere else. She thought back to the huge Quiver Back that had attacked them during their stay on the Southern Isle. With that happening being carved in the back of her mind, and all the things she had to do to fix the hurt ones back up, she wasn't so sure anymore about going back to their previous home. The East Isle wasn't such a pleasure either, but at least it was more live-able than the ashy lands they once called home. And ofcourse there were Grass Beasts and other predators here too, not to speak about the ones hiding in the skin of horses, but still there weren't as much here as out there. She doubted if they could ever return, all though she still couldn't settle on the thought of living in the Bachelor's breathing space.
With a sigh she lowered her head slowly, to pull it back up not long after. As she walked out of the thick rooted trees and entered the open area, she let her eyes slide along the horizon, to scan if she was alone and how far away she actually was from her herd. But when she spotted them in the distance, she knew she wasn't that far away. With a quick swing of her tail she turned a quarter and started walking along the tree lines. She wasn't that fond of going back into being social, she was fine over here, being alone for now.
[Word Count: 395]
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 16, 2015 3:51:51 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
Amblyn wasn't pleased. The Haflinger mare had been busy patrolling the area - she'd be damned if she found herself surprised by even more wretched bachelor stallions - and she'd stumbled. She, the very picture of grace and beauty, had stumbled across a mere branch. It was rather ridiculous, in and of itself. She'd stumbled and pulled something, because a biting pain flared through her lower leg every time she moved. The mare glared at her right front limb with quite some anger. How was she supposed to finish her patrol if she was limping about awkwardly, like a newborn foal?
Edging around a tree slowly, she scrutinized the ground sharply. This wouldn't happen to her twice! In fact, she was so intent on not tripping over something again that she didn't notice she'd encountered another horse until she could hear them. Head snapping up sharply, Amblyn's ears flattened. If this ended up being a bachelor stallion, coming to cause trouble, she'd be a goner. There was no way she could defend herself when every step hurt. She'd run, but she had no doubt the healthier horse would be able to follow. And fighting when she couldn't put weight on her front half would be difficult.
"What," she snapped icily, her habits catching up with her. At least her nerves settled slightly when she saw it was a mare. Mares were more easily dealt with. They, at least, didn't demand ownership over her like some bachelors had done. Or alluded to, if she remembered correctly.
"Oh," she murmured as she saw who it was. Not a bachelor mare. "I recognize you." Only vaguely, though.
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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 Jul 16, 2015 9:38:43 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
She had been alone during her stroll through the woods, but now she could suddenly hear another horse coming by closer and closer. Maori thought their routes wouldn't cross, but when she heard an icy voice snap at her, she knew they just had.
She lifted her head, turning her curly ears towards her neck, but she didn't lay them flat. She wasn't that hostile, but she didn't trust every single stranger she ran into and especially not the ones that were immediately snapping at her. She didn't do anything wrong.
She quickly observed the mare and recognized her as an Exile. The mare was something of a hand bigger than her, but when you counted the muscles in the deal, Maori was just a twig next to the Guard.
When she let her eyes slid down towards her hooves, she saw the Guard was injured at one of her front legs, lifting it up just slightly from the moss filled ground beneath them. She suddenly felt the urge to go all Medic over her, but she didn't know if the mare felt something for that. Probably not, going off at her for just walking into her without intention.
She turned her ears back slightly again. ''Hi,'' she said with a soft, friendly tone, her head lifted in the air so she didn't have to look up that much to the slightly bigger mare. She decided to just ignore the icy tone the mare had just introduced herself with. Maybe it was just her way of saying hi, or atleast she hoped it was. ''I can help you with that leg, if you want,'' she said a bit careful, trying to calculate the mares reaction. She was so not waiting to get into a fight.
[Word Count: 298]
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 16, 2015 15:10:22 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
Well then. Here she'd been, humiliating herself, and she actually ran into someone. Curse her luck. At least this didn't seem like a mare she'd be trying to impress, though. That very rarely happened and this one looked...plain enough. Pretty, of course, and delicate, but not one who could beat her in a fair fight. No need to be cautious in her approach, then. She glanced at the mare's odd mane - had she managed to cut some of it off?? how unfortunate! - and the murky right eye and decided that, no, this one couldn't compete with her. It made Amblyn feel a whole lot better.
"Hi," she replied, somewhat mockingly. This mare seemed a timid sort. Amblyn walked all over timid sorts. "You can help me, you say? I look forward to seeing this feat of magic."
Amblyn had been visited by medics since foalhood and none had sparked any fond memories. She'd expected great things from them then. A cure for all the itching, maybe, or at least something to ease the pain. But instead they'd bathed her in strange concoctions and never achieved anything. This one's 'help' would be interesting.
"I'm sure I'll be flying about again in no time," she muttered. At the very least, this one could get somewhat slighter bigger to support Amblyn as she went back. Ugh, being injured was such a pain. Amblyn hated being reliant on others.
"So, what is this help you promised? Soothing words and a none-too-pleasant drink?"
The pretty mare scowled. She had no intention of suffering such foul things again. If the mare tried convincing her, she'd limp off instead. She'd much rather live with a limp a while longer than gulp down tepid, disgusting water with a side-course of fungus.
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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.
Posts: 37
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Post by fediarwoods on Jul 17, 2015 2:56:37 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
She felt a sort of hostility beaming from the mare's body language, but she couldn't really place it. She wasn't intimidating - she wouldn't have a clue why she would be. Nor was she from another herd, or from the other sex. She was in the same herd and still the mare that stood just a few steps away from her, wasn't all that nice to her. But in the meantime she also worried for the mare's leg. If she was right with her vague memory that this mare was a Guard, than her expectation of the mare talking away the pain she has in her leg and lying about it being 'just a scratch'. She has met more than one Guard in her time in the herd, and somehow they were all the same. The mare in front of her probably wasn't an expectation on that.
With the mocking tone hidden in her voice, Maori turned her ears back towards her neck, without laying them flat. And for a second she asked herself why on earth she was trying to help her, but than she reminded herself that with becoming a medic, she pleaded to help every single herd member when they came in need of help.
She lifted her head some more when the mare muttered about her said magic, saying as if she was just a pretty pony prancing around and spreading just soothing words and lies. She could have swallowed the words, but before she realized they were already out. ''Until that one day comes that you are in dire need of help or otherwise you'd die,'' she said a bit more bitchy than she'd wanted. ''One of them will safe your life that day, you know.'' Her words might've been bitchy, but they were honest. She knew some of the herd members didn't appreciate the work they did, until they needed their help themselves. Not all the Medics were the same, but she could easily say there were atleast a few out there that did a perfect job.
With the words coming out of her mouth, she already took her stare away from the mare's eyes, and had started looking around them. She just had to find that one tree she needed to find the herbs she wanted to use on the mare. It didn't took long before she found a tree only a few steps away from them, standing just behind the mare in front of her. She walked towards the in moss covered tree and lowered her head, clearly looking for something. ''I'm Maori, by the way,'' she said a bit frustrated, without looking back over her shoulder towards where the mare was standing.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 17, 2015 11:28:34 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
Her leg was pulling, her skin itching, and here Amblyn was having to deal with someone she didn't really know. Where were her friends? Or her doting supporters, at least? She missed having them around and lately she'd come across too many souls who didn't take too kindly to her. This one seemed fine, so far, probably royally impressed, but she was quiet and looked fragile and having to accept help from her made Amblyn's veins tick.
And, oh, this one was a medic. A medic. One of those wishy-washy types who lavished attention on plants and chanted spells and whatever else such a task required. They were useful, sure, but they were so...pedantic. Nothing but overbearing kindness, masking a superiority complex the size of Amblyn's own self-worth. Dealing with them was always tricky.
"Until that one day comes that you are in dire need of help or otherwise you'd die. One of them will safe your life that day, you know.''
Amblyn snorted. Ah, yes, the lifesavers. She had to be grateful, of course. Be grateful and thankful and amazed by the medics and their craft. Nothing like the brutes who guarded their backs. Nothing like the ones who used only their muscles as they patrolled each day. Nothing.
"I will thank them when that day comes" she replied. "Until then, I won't glorify horses for just doing their jobs. Save my life, indeed. Do guards not do that daily? Do we not keep everyone safe from harm and fight your battles? We don't ask for daily recognition, like you seem keen to be getting. We just do what we are supposed to."
The Haflinger mare kept her glares at bay, but the whole situation made her want to lash out. "Are you bringing this up as some sort of threat? Deign to throw compliments at you, or you won't help? Why, medics seem awfully dependent on attention. And coming from me, that's ironic."
She watched as the mare moved towards a tree behind them. Her behaviour seemed pleasant enough, but her words had sparked something in Amblyn. She knew medics and their ways and she had no intention of being nice just to receive aid. This should not be a give and take job. Not that the job looked very hard, considering the medic was now scrutinizing moss, of all things. Amblyn rested her weight on her hind legs and waited.
"Not that your role in the herd isn't indispensable, of course," she muttered, a hint of mockery clear. She knew they needed medics and that their work was rather remarkable. But she wouldn't suffer the notion that they should be treated as if they were special. Saving lives wasn't solely down to them.
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(Ooc: Amblyn isn't too fond of medics. Ehm, sorry?) |
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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 Jul 17, 2015 17:02:22 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
Oh, how she had expected resistance from the mare. They usually offered that and she could somehow understand that. As a Guard one of your jobs was to show now fragility. To be strong and protect your fellow herd members. She somehow never understood that they wouldn't even show the fragility to someone who was clearly working on something else than their ego, but she usually just let them. She usually just ignored that part of them.
But this one, this one was different. As the mare's words ringed in her ears, she turned them flat against her skull and all of a sudden she could feel the fierce words climbing up her throat. And for once, she wouldn't even try to keep them inside her mouth. Instead she lifted her head again and turned it around to look the mare straight in the eye. That her forelock had shifted and didn't cover her one eye anymore didn't even care at this point. She was just straight mad.
''You didn't hear me say anything bad about Guards, at all. You, on another hand, did say something about my profession. You mocked it, actually. And that's your good right, but you don't have to expect me to stay silent about that. I'm not here to pray for your respect. I'm not whining for you to say how good we are. I'm just saying that you don't have to make fun of us as if we're the town's lunatic.'' She snapped at her, suddenly not so friendly and fragile anymore. She might be small and slim, but she wasn't one to be humiliated by some stupid Guard that didn't have her way. She snorted as if she wanted to make an end to this endless discussion.
She lowered her head again and as if she knew where to look, she reached her nose in one of the holes that the upcoming tree's roots had created. In a moment of seconds she pulled out a herb that had rare, red pointed leaves. She pulled the plant inside her mouth and started chewing on it, while she walked back towards the mare. Once she stood near her and the herb was chewed on enough to make it a blurry substance, she spit it out on the wound on the mare's front leg. With her nose she spread it out so it was completely covered and dirt wouldn't have his way in anymore. If she was right, the herb would numb the area and take away the pain and secondly would help against infection.
Again she snorted, as she lifted up her head. ''I'm not threading anyone. I'm not so fond of threats, I'd rather just make it reality instead of talking about it first," again, with the snarling tone in her voice and her ears turned against her skull. ''Nor am I asking for attention. I just made you aware of the fact that your words were rather... offensive,'' she said, now more calm than she was before. She regained it after lashing out with words, because she knew bitching around wouldn't work at all. She knew that the herbs would probably already had done their work, but she wasn't completely done yet. It would do, though, if the mare would speak up again like she was some kind of bitch.
''You were the one starting to snap at me, while I was just offering my help to you. That's something you call action makes reaction.'' Even though she was smaller than the mare and had to look up to her now that she was standing only a step away from her, she wouldn't back down.
[Word Count: 615 words] [OOC: haha oh well, it makes for interesting situations, lol]
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 18, 2015 8:51:52 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
Well, the mare had a backbone. Shame it had to be about something she was wrong about. At the very least she had opinions, though. Amblyn could suffer that. She had more trouble suffering self-righteousness, though, and this mare reeked of it. Ugh, medics. Here this mare was, blabbing about hurt feelings, or whatnot, while Amblyn had merely said some faintly scathing words. Some horses were so dainty even a gust of wind could ruffle their mane.
"If your first reaction to a hurt horse is to remind them that medics will save their lives one day and that they should be thankful now, then maybe you need a new profession. Your patients do not need reminding that your care is what might keep them alive. We know full well that we could live and die on your whims. Your words don't assure me that you'd make the right decision, should that day come." Amblyn's eyes narrowed. "But I've met ones like you before. Ever judging others and accusing them of treating medics differently, when that's exactly what they require. Like I said, guards don't ask for daily assurances. They just do their job."
The mare snorted, then, and it made Amblyn grin. She was sure she could still take this mare, even when injured, so her behaviour wasn't a threat. Even if the other mare acted like she was above simple guards like her. Her bones, too, would easily break if it came to a fight and while Amblyn didn't start fights with weaker horse, she would be happy to finish them.
''I'm not threading anyone. I'm not so fond of threats, I'd rather just make it reality instead of talking about it first."
Amblyn laughed. "For one not fond of threats, you dole them out quite easily. Again you threaten me. A medic, warning about certain 'reality' against a wounded patient. You are quite something."
''Nor am I asking for attention. I just made you aware of the fact that your words were rather... offensive.''
"Indeed not," Amblyn scoffed. "You certainly weren't asking for attention. You just disagreed vehemently with an opinion that you didn't deem right. You didn't want attention. You just didn't want the wrong kind."
''You were the one starting to snap at me, while I was just offering my help to you. That's something you call action makes reaction.''
Wow. This one was really very touchy. Amblyn had barely said a thing. Her tone had been somewhat mocking at best and here this mare was, making a huge issue about it when she should have been helping Amblyn. Medic indeed.
"I barely said anything," she said. "But I suppose getting your way is more important than your job. Next time someone jokes about my profession, I'll be sure to spend time arguing and not guard the perimeter. If a predator makes it through, I'm sure no one will care because I was busy defending myself from slightly unkind words. Like a foal."
She glanced down in amusement as the other mare puffed herself up. Amblyn had seen birds do the very same thing to appear bigger and it made her laugh. This one was peculiar. She claimed she wasn't threatening, but here she was standing face to face, flexing her muscles, with an injured patient. Interesting approach.
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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 Jul 19, 2015 7:08:33 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
She was so done. So done.
Here she stood, offering her help to some egocentric Guard that was only thinking of how to bitch off into a fight. Why she'd help her? She couldn't even remember. While the mare had already started of in an icy tone, mocking with everything that she was, she offered her help. What did the this stupid, ego mare think? That she just had to bow, mouth silence, and treat her wounds without saying a little word, while she was letting the mare spit upon her profession? She wasn't a sheep, nor was she a follower. For as far as she knew, they were equal in rank and she hadn't the right to be so bitchy and demeaning towards her. What where they even fighting about? She herself couldn't think about the actual reason. And yet she stood her, trying to win a fight that was not worth fighting for.
As she looked the mare straight in the eye, letting her words glide right down her body, sinking away in the ground, she swung her tail one last, frustrated time, her ears pressed against her skull. She was done. Without saying another, single word, she turned herself around. She had so many things she wanted to say to this so called Guard, but the mare would only see it as another start off to bitch upon. She almost began to doubt if the mare was really an exile, but yet again she knew pretty sure she was one. She'd seen her around often, not aware she was such a nightmare to be around. This particular encounter was one of the reasons she loved living partially on her own, instead of having to stand up for everyone that called itself your family.
She snorted and picked up the pace she'd been walking in minutes ago, before the mare limped into her. She wasn't done with the mare's wounds, had actually yet to give her the instructions needed to make it heal as needed, but there wasn't a single muscle in her body that would be able to make her stop walking, or make her turn around again.
''You just drown in that ego of yours,'' she said as she followed the way she'd been taking only minutes ago.
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 23, 2015 6:19:13 GMT -5
Amblyn | Exile Mare | Guard
Amblyn could see the mare's anger simmering below the surface and it made her raise an eyebrow. Why in the world was this one so incensed? Amblyn had barely even touched her profession. This type of reaction was exactly why Amblyn didn't like healers or medics, or whatever else the world had. They liked to think they could heal the wrongs that got inflicted on others and that therefore they should receive attention. Their behaviour had always annoyed Amblyn, even back when she'd been a foal, and it made her feel angry even now.
Maori's eyes turned cold and the haflinger mare watched as she turned, striding away from her with stilted steps. Clearly she'd had enough and it made Amblyn wonder how sheltered her upbringing had been that mere hints at insults could turn her away so easily. Maybe she'd been raised to think she was special and the truth was finally sinking in.
''You just drown in that ego of yours.''
Her leg hurt, but Amblyn straightened nonetheless. She would not yield to this mare's awful attitude. If she wanted pleading and begging, then she wasn't getting it.
"You would leave me here to possibly die because I didn't glorify your profession?" she asked. "You realize you are confirming the very point I've been making? But I see it is easy for you to trifle with lives and abandon your profession. That in itself seems a greater insult to being a medic than anything I might have said."
She hoped the mare at least realized what she was doing. Amblyn didn't think she would die quite yet, even if the mare actually left, but there were always threats in this strange new place and if predators found her - or worse, angry bachelor stallions who meant her ill - then she had little chance of running. Maybe her death would be enough to soothe the mare's wounded pride.
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(OOC: Amblyn can be so mean. XD)
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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 Jul 23, 2015 14:02:22 GMT -5
MAORI | EXILE | MEDIC
"You would leave me here to possibly die because I didn't glorify your profession?" she asked. "You realize you are confirming the very point I've been making? But I see it is easy for you to trifle with lives and abandon your profession. That in itself seems a greater insult to being a medic than anything I might have said."
She'd rather not hear what the mare was saying, but she was not yet far away enough to only her a whistle of the sound of her voice. Sadly enough, she could hear every single word the mare rolled over her tongue. She pressed her ears deeper in her neck, grinding her teeth in silence as she stopped walking. What was this freaking mare expecting? Being so dis-respectful, but yet expecting her to go eat dust while she tend to her wounds like she was a freaking princess?
''I didn't know causing drama was another profession of yours,'' she muttered, before she turned around, loud enough for the mare to hear. She didn't set even one step closer, because her goal was to leave this dramatic scene of hers. There was another Medic in the herd, maybe he was idiot enough to tend her wounds while she spit her icy words all over him.
''I'm not asking for any glorifying. You never heard me say that. I don't freaking care if I am a damn Medic, a Guard or the leader of all the Exiles, for God's sake, I'm just asking for a little respect." She snarled, as she narrowed her eyes and looked at the mare. Respect, if you know what that means, she thought in the back of her mind, but on the very edge kept herself from speaking out those words. Even though the Haflinger mare had more muscle and more size, there wasn't a nerve in Maori's body that was afraid of her. She swung her tail in frustration, and irritation, and watched the mare her every move, while she herself stayed there. She wasn't going to walk away as long as the Guard thought she still hadn't spoke every word she had in her mind, because apparently she felt it necessary to keep up with this useless conversation. She, however, wasn't going to do anything about her freaking wound if she was snarling at her like that.
[Word Count: 390] [OOC: Haha, she really is. <': Poor Maori. Sadly enough, she can't handle situations like this that very well, ahaha.]
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