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Post by elesette on Sept 3, 2014 20:44:42 GMT -5
"From One Mare to Another" 1. Elesette's Roxanna 2. Tazihound's Solo
Time: Takes place before the 3rd objective, late winter year 401
The Southern Isle had never been home to Roxanna. Despite living on it for the past two years of her life, the bachelor herd had done its damage to the mare. She no longer felt at home anywhere, and even she still sometimes craved the structure of her former herd. The whispering of the wind in the awkwardly warm winter wasn't enough to comfort her. She missed the rain, and the snow, and those were two things the Southern Isle didn't seem to have. Roxanna had been told of course, the rain would come, but it was always tomorrow. It frustrated the mare to the core. She wasn't fit for the harsh land the Southern Isle had become. When she had been told of a free land in the south, she hadn't expected this.
So Roxanna trotted towards the ocean edge as she always did in the early mornings, her tail held high in the air as if to remind herself she was still a proud mare. She'd trot over as usual and let the ocean water grace her hooves and then she'd stare across the long twisting land bridge. No, this was not home at all, the Bachelor lands where. She took another step forward, towards the land bridge, and then another and another until she was standing on its front. This was against the Exile's laws. She wondered if maybe, just maybe she should leave for good and return to her former home.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 11:18:06 GMT -5
Solo trailed along the coast, her heavy hooves seeping into the sand with every slow step she took. It was a gray morning, a heavy mist brought in form the North hung over the beach. It might have looked eerie to some, but Solo found it peaceful, the thick air swallowing noises so all that was heard was the gentle crash of the surf upon the land. Her mane and tail caught the wind as she moved, tousling in the breeze like a flaxen flag headed out to sea. A distant figure caught her attention and she paused in the sand, ears perked. It was a little mare, with a fiery pelt, standing at the trailing strip of land that would take her to the East Island. The Bachelor’s Island. Solo released a grunt of contempt. The East island was beautiful, plentiful in green vegetation, soaring peaks, and deciduous forests, but Solo held no respect for the reign of misogynist horses whom dwelled on the island. Those lowly bastards, who deemed females mere objects. It burned a fiery hole inside Solo.
She took great precautions to avoid the Exile herd, knowing most clan horses would view Solo as a threat. She could not be sure, however, that this stray mare was within the faction until she got closer and could pick up on her scent. Solo shook out her mane and moved forward, slowly approaching the female so as not to spook her. She walked with her head arched down, bringing her face to the female’s height in reassurance.
“Island fever?” She asked the foreign mare in her deep, silky voice, warm eyes passing over the female. She stood back, just off to the right, near the shore. Her eyes flitted to the strip of land that danced through the ocean and thought of the journey she’d once taken over the bridge.
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Post by elesette on Sept 4, 2014 12:55:45 GMT -5
Roxanna stared out into the open sea for a long time, the trail that connected the two Islands together haunting her in a way she couldn't speak of. She felt confused, and simply unsure of what to do. Stay or go? It was a simple question, but the answer was so much more complex. The dainty mare had been so lost in thought contemplating the decision, that she hardly noticed the stranger mares presence. Whens she finally did, the red mare almost jumped. She was not used to being crept up on so early in the morning. Roxanna should have been thankful the mare was not something more dangerous, a Grass Beast or worse, but Roxanna was not one to be thankful. Rather she found herself more upset that someone had disturbed her much cherished alone time.
"Ah..." She sighed, looking over the horse that had approached her with icy, judging eyes. Roxanna did not like how the older mare looked at her. It was as if she thought that Roxanna would be afraid or intimidated. She sniffed, trying to size up the other horse. "...Yes, I suppose I am, but crossing just isn't plausible" The red mare stepped away from her new acquaintance. Sh wasn't from the Exile herd, that was for sure. The Exile herd avoided Roxanna like cats avoided water. None of them wanted to deal with her spitting tongue and lack of decision making skills. This mare had approached her way to freely to know anything about the newly instated Exile mare.
"You a wanderer?" She asked the pale colored horse, wondering if she was indeed a member of another herd. She hadn't seen loners around these parts in a long time. She didn't blame them, the charred lands of the Southern Isle where all but barren. There wasn't anything for wandering horses, let alone an entire herd, to eat here. Perhaps this mare had just got lost in the fog, Roxanna almost chuckled out loud at the thought. One had to wonder, what would a wanderer be doing on the exile land at all? Perhaps she was a messenger? Roxanna's eyes lit up and she turned to face the mare more directly - waiting eagerly for a response. If this horse was a messenger... perhaps she could get a message home.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 13:57:35 GMT -5
The foreign mare’s body language grew tense as Solo neared, clearly uncertain of the dappled horse. Solo was not surprised by this, she herself would be irritated if a stranger had approached her. The red mare’s green eyes oozed judgement as they slid over her, and Solo glared back with an impenetrable gaze. She was unintimidated by the mare’s stature no matter how much fire burned behind her green eyes, though was careful to watch her distance. If in fact this horse did associate with a union she didn’t want an altercation to break out. Solo’s eyes trailed along the crimson mare and took note of several scars that flanked her sides. She found herself wondering about their origins.
“Not plausible?” She asked, question in her voice. So she must be from the Exile herd, and forbidden to cross the land bridge. How strange, she mused, to lack the liberty to choose where to go. Solo had once lived in that world, but no longer. Still, belonging to a herd had numerous advantages, more, some would argue, than the life of freedom afforded to the Loners. She knew little of the Exile herd, but had traveled south in search of finding her brother who she had suspected had joined a faction since his departure. She had only heard reassuring things about the Exile herd and it’s leader, perhaps he could be living among them.
Solo flicked her tail and stared out at the sea, “I wander, yes,” her words trailed off. She was not just a wanderer, she was a Ranger, an undertaking she accepted with stern care. “I’m called Solo. You are an Exile mare?” She asked, her head tilting to the side as they met her interested eyes. Perhaps she could answer her own inquiries.
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Post by elesette on Sept 4, 2014 17:48:39 GMT -5
Not plausible, Roxanna could almost laugh at herself again, it was more like impossible. She didn't need to share the inner detailing of her mind with this stranger however, and kept the saddening thought to herself. Instead she kept her aqua eyes wide and curious. This mare was free, unlike herself, and that was enough for Roxanna to want to get to know her. The blood bay had always had trouble making friends, and so she didn't plan on getting close with the stranger, but she could hope. At least perhaps she could get her questions answered, and a message sent back over to the Eastern Island. She smiled.
"Thats wonderful!" Roxanna piped, ignoring the perplexed look that solo had on her face. She didn't care much for ranks as it was, and didn't care to think that a loner would mind being called anything else other than a loner. Roxanna of course had never been raised to learn the true loner lore, despite her short time living as one. She was completely unaware that horses who didn't belong to a herd had their own ranks, and their own customs. They were as free as the wind, the exact opposite of the caged bird she was growing to feel like. She had so many questions for this stranger, but before she could ask, she found that she wasn't the only one with questions in mind.
"Oh.. Right" She started, suddenly guarded. She wasn't exactly as hospitable as the rest of the Exile herd, and hadn't exactly planned on doing the other mare any favors. Despite what she wanted in return, Roxanna did not want to share her name. "Its... Nice to meet you Solo" She looked up, and then down again, as if trying to judge if this other horse was indeed up to her standards of friends. Roxanna was not about to make friends with anyone less than what she considered satisfactory, both in appearance and personality. She was more picky with her acquaintances than she was love interests. Roxanna was a queer bird, when it came to these things. "I guess you can call me Roxanna... and yes I am an exile mare. Thanks for asking. Did you...uh.. need something?" Her words came out like sand. She hadn't intended on being polite, but she supposed if the mare had approached her it had to have been for a reason. Besides, she'd have to play nice if she wanted the kinder mare to answer the questions that were leaping at her tongue.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 20:21:40 GMT -5
Solo inclined her head gracefully in response to Roxanna's greeting. She watched the red mare bounce between her thoughts and raised her head, “Perhaps it is you who needs something from me.” Her words were laced with inquiry, her arched brows narrowing at the small mare. Roxanna seemed eager to identify Solo’s lack of faction, which made her nervous as to the mare’s motives. They could be innocent, or otherwise not, and Solo was anxious of the latter. She lifted her head to study the barren lands behind her, wary of the nearness of the herd, and double checking to see that Roxanna was not followed out to this point. The last thing Solo needed was to trifle with the Exiles. She flicked her tail and turned back to Roxanna, her deep red eyes meeting her teal ones. “Tell me, have you a stallion named Flynn among you? A Morgan, like myself?”
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Post by elesette on Sept 7, 2014 11:43:38 GMT -5
Roxanna rolled her bright colored eyes at the other mare. Of course she wanted to know something now that she had confirmed her exile identity. As hypocritical as it made her, Roxanna hated those who sought to serve themselves so quickly. For why would any horse on Chevalin not want to help her first? She sniffed irritably, and stepped around the mare. She wasn't really one for helping others, be it the simplest of tasks unless she got something in return. She craved the upper hand as much as she craved servitude from others. Eventually, after a moment of drawn out silence, Roxanna opened her mouth to answer.
"I do actually," she responded to her new acquaintances first question, before sighing to reply to the next, "and I do think I might" In truth, Roxanna hadn't the slightest idea who was or wasn't in the Exile herd. She was close with exactly four horses, and one of them had disappeared off of the face of the island months ago, without a word or goodbye. She'd been rather guarded in meeting new horses since then and was too full of herself to notice any horses that might have been interested in conversation with her. Her eyes grazed the mare's features, an elegant neck, a slightly raised tail - a Morgan an indeed.
"But... why are you looking for him?" Roxanna played her game well, she'd get what she wanted first, and then perhaps, she'd search the herd for this Flynn.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 21:32:48 GMT -5
Solo’s ears flattened at the other mare’s irritation, but a smirk crossed her lips. The smaller mare wasn’t getting her way and was clearly angered by it. Solo wasn’t one to appease others, especially a mare as stubborn as herself. “What is it that you want?” She asked pointedly, her head tilting slightly to the side as her eyes studied Roxanna. She wasn’t necessarily offering to assister her in any way, but she was curious as to exactly what the mare wanted from her.
Roxanna’s next words made Solo straighten, her tail flicked excitedly a few times as she tossed her head behind them as if she could feel his presence. Flynn, he could possibly be here, on this island, and he was waiting for her. “He’s my brother,” she said breathlessly, growing suddenly impatient. “Ill tell you what,” she started, eyes scanning the island before turning back to Roxanna, “bring Flynn out to me, away from the herd, so I can meet with him. In return, I will help you.”
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