But will you fight? (Private)
Sept 7, 2014 11:49:15 GMT -5
Post by elesette on Sept 7, 2014 11:49:15 GMT -5
But will you fight?
Private Role play
1. Vasska (Elesette)
2. Bloom (Crystaluniicorn)
Time: takes place directly after objective chapter 3, when the herd has reconvened after its tasks.
Time: takes place directly after objective chapter 3, when the herd has reconvened after its tasks.
Vasska still held in his mind the last time he had seen Bloom. An image of beauty, and grace, and temptation it was. He missed her, but dared not let the thoughts of her get to him. If he missed her too much, he would have to admit to himself his feelings for her, and the King would not have that- not any time soon. Almost 2 months had passed since she had left with Bones, Obscura and the others to search for supplies. It felt longer than that, but he was happy to know they had been moderately successful. Finding herbs and medicine in the wake of the Ailin mountains had not been what he had expected,but he was proud that Bloom had returned safely. Still, he hadn't had the chance to speak with her, to talk with her, to touch her. He was irritated. Why hadn't she come to see him? Was it that hard to give him a simple sign that she was still on good terms with him? He had to go find out for himself at this point. The spring rain was lashing about and the sparse trees that covered the nearby shatter lands were not enough to keep shelter. The herd would protect itself however - all wrapped in a tight crowd for warmth and protection. Vasska snorted, it was only going to make finding his queen in this stormy mess all the more difficult.
He trotted through the rain with power, pushing between elders, advisers, and followers in an attempt to locate the pale Bloom. He had questions to ask her, things he wanted to tell her and things he needed to know. The wind would lash out every once in a while, pushing him one way or the other, or another horse would grumble at their king, asking what was so important in weather like this anyway. He shrugged off each and ever obstacle, not that they were that horrendous to begin with.
He trotted through the rain with power, pushing between elders, advisers, and followers in an attempt to locate the pale Bloom. He had questions to ask her, things he wanted to tell her and things he needed to know. The wind would lash out every once in a while, pushing him one way or the other, or another horse would grumble at their king, asking what was so important in weather like this anyway. He shrugged off each and ever obstacle, not that they were that horrendous to begin with.