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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 16, 2015 4:04:57 GMT -5
Private RPInvolves corruptpudding's Alabaster, ThorinOakenshield24's Zarak & ArcanaMajor's Tem. Tem is a healer, but a poor one. When a nearby herdmate injures themselves, Tem is fetched to cure them. Problem is, he's not that good and his attempt at a quick fix turns out to be more trouble than it's worth. Now what do they do?
Tem | Olde Stallion | Healer Mage
Tem had always been fascinated by the Shatter Lands. Nowhere else - save perhaps some old structures Tem didn't dare venture into - could he find so many strange and magical artifacts. He'd been digging through the earth and found numerous trinkets, from gleaming to dull and sometimes emitting faint sparkles in the light. It excited him beyond belief and made him wish his mother was still around to share this with. She'd have stories, no doubt, and explanations for these wondrous things. Instead he was left to figure them out on his own.
One small hoof pushed some of the items around. He'd found a circular thing, made from glass, adorned with an arrow and strange numbers. Every time he moved it, so would the arrow. As if it were pointing towards something important. Messing with it was fun and Tem felt quite tempted to follow it. Where would it lead him? Would he find a magical kingdom, filled with fairies? Would he find strange plants, or a hidden hoard? So many possibilities!
His many interesting finds distracted him so much, he didn't hear the approaching hooves until they were almost upon him. He blinked, glancing at the form racing towards him. Craning his head, he tried to see behind the stallion that was fast approaching. Was he being chased? Did Tem need to run as well?
"What are you running from?" he asked, voice pitched a bit higher than normal. It made him frown, because it all too often resulted in him getting accused of being a mare. "Running from your past, or something?"
He grinned at his own joke. The stranger didn't seem so interested in his jokes, though, and the grin quickly left his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, ears flattening. There was definitely something to be worried about and Tem didn't like it one bit.
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(OOC: You two can fight about who is injured and who's coming to get Tem. XD) |
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 16, 2015 18:58:27 GMT -5
Alabaster was miffed.
Of all the times he could have stumbled across a hurt herd mate it had to be when absolutely no one else was around. He'd been looking for some peace and quiet away from the herd when he found himself in the midst of a pale coated knight, though not nearly as pale and gorgoues as himself. As they were alone and the hurt stallion was in no condition to move about, Alabaster was forced to carry out the mission to find a healer, after all, he couldn't just leave him to get eaten by cougars. He ran into a pair of young mares in his search and they pointed him in the direction of the scatter lands, claiming to have seen a healer heading that way earlier.
With great reluctance, he carefully, slowly picked his way through the boggy, muddy landscape, angry thoughts racing through his head like; What was a healer doing wasting their time out here? And, That knight is going to owe me! Just look how dirty my hooves are getting!
As he drew closer to the small, petite brown equine he assumed was the healer he picked up his pace so as to get this over with quicker. "You there!" he called, faintly recognizing the mare...no...stallion. Wait? Was that Tem?
He remembered the little stallion with some distaste as he recalled their venture with the loner Q to retrieve the kidnapped Olde mares, one of them having been his neice. The trio hadn't exactly been three pees in a pod.
"Ugh it is you. Someone's hurt...some Zanzibar or zann-zann or something and I can't find any other healers so I guess you'll have to do. Now come on, I'm getting mud on my legs in this awful place!"
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jul 17, 2015 10:26:09 GMT -5
Zarak-Olde-Knight
Of course this would happen to him...Of all the times Zarak had been out to train, this is what happens. Zarak gave a furious snort, his ears flattened against his head as he still laid on the ground after having attempted to stand several times. However once more, the fjord tried to get his hooves underneath him to stand but it would seem his legs refused to hold his weight just like before. A few choice words left his mouth as he hated the fact he was stuck here till that Arabian came back.
Of course Zarak was relieved that Alabaster had run across him but still the fjord was convinced he would have been fine without some healers work. Though with the many failed attempts to stand, even the proud stallion had attempted he would not be able to get to his hooves on his own. This of course only added to Zarak's frustration as he looked around him rather quickly, hoping Alabaster was able to find some healer, really anyone at this point would do, as long as Zarak could get back to his training. He didn't have all day to wait here nor would he as Zarak would continue to try and stand despite the pain.
(Word Count: 211)
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Post by arcanamajor on Jul 17, 2015 13:11:54 GMT -5
Tem | Olde Stallion | Healer Mage
The small stallion tilted his head in curiousity as a startling white horse approached him. Well, white except for the muddy edges of his legs. The pretty Arabian, with his dished face and long limbs, had clearly found their surroundings as entertaining as Tem had. Even if his expression was one of annoyance. In fact, that expression looked familiar. Had Tem met him before? Squinting, Tem took in the stallion's appearance. Why, yes, he definitely looked familiar. In fact...
"Ugh it is you."
Ah, yes. Tem would recognize that perturbed voice anywhere. Alabaster. They'd met once or twice and for some reason Tem had sparked the stallion's ire. It made the healer sigh.
"Someone's hurt...some Zanzibar or zann-zann or something and I can't find any other healers so I guess you'll have to do. Now come on, I'm getting mud on my legs in this awful place!"
No doubt the mud was a worse incident than the injury. Tem smiled to himself. Some horses were just silly that way. Their surroundings held wonders and a myriad of strange items. Who'd care about a little mud? They never hurt anyone and could be dealt with easily. Some water and a bit of grooming and voila, problem solved. Injuries, though...
"I'm glad to see you haven't changed, Alabaster," he spoke, affording his companion a grin. "Always well aware of the right priorities, too."
Looking forlornly at the spot he'd been digging away at - he'd found several items already, it was a gold mine! - he turned around eventually and looked at the pale stallion.
"Well, then, lead the way."
Tem felt slightly nervous, though. He was a healer, technically, but he'd worked harder on his ability and gift than on his job. Others had more confidence in it than he did. He'd just have to do his best.
He followed swiftly and eventually found himself at the scene of the crime. Or, well, the accident. He glanced down at a horse he wasn't very familiar with and blinked.
"That seems like a very unfortunate location to take a nap."
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Post by corruptpudding on Jul 19, 2015 15:20:38 GMT -5
Alabaster craned his long, elegant neck to look over the short but bulkier stallion, rolling his warm brown eyes as he spotted the pile of junk Tem had dug up. Who in their right mind would flip around in this muck for the sake of a few useless trinkets?! Really, was he the only sane one around here?
He ignored the pesky pony's replies and whipped around at a brisk pace, not caring if the smaller equine could keep up or not.
When they finally reached the grotto where the wounded knight lay, Alabaster approached the lake stallion and lingered a short distance from him. "Well here you are, a healer." He said, his words short and clipped.
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Post by thorinoakenshield24 on Jul 23, 2015 14:42:03 GMT -5
Zarak-Olde-Knight
Hearing other equines approach, Zarak was interrupted from his grim thoughts just as he looked up to see the same Arabian who found him earlier along with a smaller bay mare? Wait no that had to be another stallion. Shaking his head, he however flattened his ears at the bay stallion's comment. "Very funny." The fjord replied with a snort before he flicked an ear to Alabaster before giving a stiff nod though Zarak couldn't help but to look at the bay once more. "I hope you are a healer worth your salt. No doubt I managed to sprain my foreleg upon missing that hole over there." With his muzzle, he gestured back behind him before glancing back up at the healer.
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