HELOVIA || The Way to the Sun › Out of Character › Archives v ⇒ No Wind to Carry Me Home {||Catillatio, Open||}
the Rift


No Wind to Carry Me Home {||Catillatio, Open||}

Catillatio Posts: 65
Banned atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 16.3 :: 12 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Loon
#2
02-16-2013, 05:49 AM (This post was last modified: 02-27-2013, 07:29 PM by Catillatio.)



Actions | "Speech" | Thought

The summer sun warmed the dusty back of the dunskin stud as he made his way through the threshold forest. He could swear he knew the entire place better than he knew his own knees, he'd been here to often. However, he was tirelessly at work. The rejection of the Grey's help meant he had a lot of work to do, and what better place to start than here? The stallion had stopped in his tracks to stand in a flowered field. With the sight of such food, he remembered how hungry he was. He figured he could spend a few moments to replenish his energy if nothing else.

Lowering his head, he grazed for a few hours, filling himself with dew-covered blades and flower stems. He was interrupted after a while by the sound of a loud whistle at the other end of the meadow. His eyes caught sight of a scarred buckskin stallion. His dark ears pricked forwards as he swallowed the vegetation he had in his mouth.

Guns! Get over here, you scatter-brain! Tio raised up his head still further to stand at attention, his acidic green eyes blinking once or twice in a stoic manner. A wind beat itself against his back legs, carrying his scent, the scent of ash and sea salt empowered with the stench of stallion towards the newcomers. Tio did not move or make an attempt to hide. He saw no reason for it. He gazed across the distance at the stallion and his canine companion.

The stud seemed to be suffering from severe burns to the face. Tio wondered what had caused them, or where he had been before he'd found his way here. The stallion further wondered if the other would be interested in joining his cause. A coup d'état was no easy thing to accomplish, Tio would need all the help he could get, and by this stallions scars, he was a veteran to war and fighting, and had the experience that Tio sorely needed. With that in mind, the dunskin began to walk calmly forwards, calling out only once. A dark whinny of greeting.

"Greetings, Traveller. I am called Tio. Have you traveled far?" He asked as he got closer.

374
Ricochet, played by Nyte
Pfft, you're fine. <3



Find


Messages In This Thread
RE: No Wind to Carry Me Home {|| Catillatio||} - by Catillatio - 02-16-2013, 05:49 AM

Forum Jump:


RPGfix Equi-venture