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10-01-2013, 07:45 PM
:: Tilney ::
His tired golden hooves slowly beat in a heavy wander through the trees, his head lowering as he stopped for a short few moments, looking again to the left and then to the right. Where was he now? This place was nothing like the tall sequoias he once galloped around. No, this environment of birches and beautiful oaks and green grass wasn’t familiar. He liked this greenery. He glanced to his hooves, wondering how he’d done this every day for 3 weeks and not gone crazy though. So much wandering. He’d need water soon though – he hadn’t found water for a day and a half. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the sun, letting his bronze locks fall back off his head and then gave an almighty shake. He let out a light sigh and then stepped forwards, pressing on.
Tilney weaved his way through a cluster of porcelain birches and stepped out into a break in the forest, finding himself at the edge of a grassy field. Seeing a wide opening of water in the distance he licked his dry cracked mouth and breathed in the sweet wind. He set off, again at a tired amble towards the water. It was as he felt the lush brush of the grass against his white cannons that he remembered why he was here, so far from ‘home’. Well, it wasn’t home any more. He winced at the thought and tried to think of something else and shake it off, physically shaking his head.
As the water got closer and closer his pace picked up, ears slightly pricked. When his hooves his the river sand he gasped slightly with relief and dived his muzzle into the cool blue aqua. He took huge gulps at a time, almost choking but that didn’t stop him from drinking until he forgot to breathe. He wrenched his head up, gasping for air, his front legs bracing his tall body as he breathed heavily in and out. He then went in again, needing more and more, again taking huge gulps at a time, ears flicking. should get going, but where now? He thought.
When would this journey end? He was certain he was searching for safety and security most of all, everything that his herd had once provided for him. Now he just needed to find another. His amber eyes scanned the distance one more time, and he saw nothing but the vast landscape, Though he looked back down at the water and saw hoofprints in the pond sand. He wasnt the only one who had been here recently, certainly not.
Straightening his tall form up, he glanced around once more, hoping for another sign of equine life. These hoofprints had given him too much hope now. Now lowering his head to further analyse these hoofprints, he then took off from powerful hindquaters into a high stepping trott,trying to follow them the best he could. The faster he moved the more the striking tree-like marking on his side swayed. He broke into a canter, cantering deeper and deeper into the field, not knowing where he was headed.
His tired golden hooves slowly beat in a heavy wander through the trees, his head lowering as he stopped for a short few moments, looking again to the left and then to the right. Where was he now? This place was nothing like the tall sequoias he once galloped around. No, this environment of birches and beautiful oaks and green grass wasn’t familiar. He liked this greenery. He glanced to his hooves, wondering how he’d done this every day for 3 weeks and not gone crazy though. So much wandering. He’d need water soon though – he hadn’t found water for a day and a half. He closed his eyes and raised his head to the sun, letting his bronze locks fall back off his head and then gave an almighty shake. He let out a light sigh and then stepped forwards, pressing on.
Tilney weaved his way through a cluster of porcelain birches and stepped out into a break in the forest, finding himself at the edge of a grassy field. Seeing a wide opening of water in the distance he licked his dry cracked mouth and breathed in the sweet wind. He set off, again at a tired amble towards the water. It was as he felt the lush brush of the grass against his white cannons that he remembered why he was here, so far from ‘home’. Well, it wasn’t home any more. He winced at the thought and tried to think of something else and shake it off, physically shaking his head.
As the water got closer and closer his pace picked up, ears slightly pricked. When his hooves his the river sand he gasped slightly with relief and dived his muzzle into the cool blue aqua. He took huge gulps at a time, almost choking but that didn’t stop him from drinking until he forgot to breathe. He wrenched his head up, gasping for air, his front legs bracing his tall body as he breathed heavily in and out. He then went in again, needing more and more, again taking huge gulps at a time, ears flicking. should get going, but where now? He thought.
When would this journey end? He was certain he was searching for safety and security most of all, everything that his herd had once provided for him. Now he just needed to find another. His amber eyes scanned the distance one more time, and he saw nothing but the vast landscape, Though he looked back down at the water and saw hoofprints in the pond sand. He wasnt the only one who had been here recently, certainly not.
Straightening his tall form up, he glanced around once more, hoping for another sign of equine life. These hoofprints had given him too much hope now. Now lowering his head to further analyse these hoofprints, he then took off from powerful hindquaters into a high stepping trott,trying to follow them the best he could. The faster he moved the more the striking tree-like marking on his side swayed. He broke into a canter, cantering deeper and deeper into the field, not knowing where he was headed.
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan |
10-02-2013, 07:21 AM
"Someone coming."
The silent message flowed from the mind of the dragon and settled within the thoughts of the equine as a vision of a small, ant-like dot rushing over the ground far beneath, a figure that followed the tracks the grullo left behind himself. It was lined with a trembling excitement, a vibrating desire to stop and find out who this lonely runner was; but Lace shook his head and just kept walking, not at all interested.
"Just a rover, this place is crawling with them. Let someone else take them home" he replied to the White that soared high above the canopy, invisible to the naked eye against the drifting clouds.
"It's catching up though..."
A frown deepened the lines around the gilded eyes as the gold-marked stallion stopped in his tracks and turned the head around, ears erect atop the dark poll as he tried to listen. The forest did a good job muffling and twisting all the sounds, but it seemed Fajira was right; someone was indeed gaining on him, the sound of hoof-beats on hollow root-coursed ground rapid and steadily growing stronger.
He sighed. It had been a bad idea to come to the Threshold. It held none of the peace and quiet Lace longed for, too well traversed by herds and new arrivals. Only today he had come across the prints of four unicorns, three equines and a total of five lost feathers of pegasi, likely from a few different individuals. And that was aside from the number of animal tracks, predatory and otherwise, that permeated the underbrush. Was this area a highway or what? If only the lost and wandering knew what kind of place they were coming to, they wouldn't be running so eagerly into war, pain and death.
With a stony expression on the masked face the seasoned stallion turned around and settled where he stood, prepared to wait and see if the approaching menace of a horse really was following him. If they were... Well, at the very least he could see what kind of character it was, and maybe send him back home - before it was too late.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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10-02-2013, 07:01 PM
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:: Tilney ::
Tilney high reaching hooves took him closer and closer to the trees once more after plummeting down a rugged hill the already churned grass falling away under his feet and rocks nibbling at his fetlocks. Who could he be following? The question became louder in the young equines head. He now needed to find this cryptic equine if he was to have any chance of finding what he sought.
He reached the brushy treeline and weaved his way through at a slow wandering walk, his footsteps shaky after his burst across the field. His breathing was intense and laboured as he looked around for where he was to go next. The forest floor was covered in leaves and sticks and those preious footprints were now washed away. He followed his four feet in a circle, then another and another and then froze. What now? More walking? Another three weeks of walking!? He thought. He had never known what it was like out of the safety of a herd, not ever. Pushing his weight forwards he kicked a back leg out viciously at a nearby birch, hearing it crack, watching it chip. He snorted and stomped, hanging his bronze head.
He stood for a few moments longer before he slowly reached a hoof forwards and began forwards once more. He slowly ambled through the trees, head hung as low as his tired knees. Something he was not used to doing was using his senses – something he’d hardly have to do back where everything had been provided and the only thing to do would be to socialize. But now his ears were still slightly pricked and his nostrils were taking in as much as they could of the scents around him.
Tilney high reaching hooves took him closer and closer to the trees once more after plummeting down a rugged hill the already churned grass falling away under his feet and rocks nibbling at his fetlocks. Who could he be following? The question became louder in the young equines head. He now needed to find this cryptic equine if he was to have any chance of finding what he sought.
He reached the brushy treeline and weaved his way through at a slow wandering walk, his footsteps shaky after his burst across the field. His breathing was intense and laboured as he looked around for where he was to go next. The forest floor was covered in leaves and sticks and those preious footprints were now washed away. He followed his four feet in a circle, then another and another and then froze. What now? More walking? Another three weeks of walking!? He thought. He had never known what it was like out of the safety of a herd, not ever. Pushing his weight forwards he kicked a back leg out viciously at a nearby birch, hearing it crack, watching it chip. He snorted and stomped, hanging his bronze head.
He stood for a few moments longer before he slowly reached a hoof forwards and began forwards once more. He slowly ambled through the trees, head hung as low as his tired knees. Something he was not used to doing was using his senses – something he’d hardly have to do back where everything had been provided and the only thing to do would be to socialize. But now his ears were still slightly pricked and his nostrils were taking in as much as they could of the scents around him.
| Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan |
The wait dragged on. For a time the cracking and thudding of the approaching horse grew louder for each passing heartbeat, but after a while they began to fade away once more, slowed down, grew hesitant. The expression on the stallions face grew harder by the minute, until he finally heaved an irate sigh and rolled the eyes.
"The idiot lost the tracks, didn't he" he muttered to himself, the thought passing on to the dragon as well; Fajira made a trilling giggle where she flew and folded the wings into a roll.
"Don't be harsh. Not all are trackers like you" she reprimanded him lightly, though seemed unable to hide her amusement completely. "Go find it, help out. You have time."
Snorting at the dragon Lace shook the head violently and turned around, muttering grimly to himself as he began to retrace his own steps. It didn't take long until he arrived at the point where his hoof-prints merged with the long, deep imprints of the stranger. Following them for a while at a steady walk, he could see why the stranger would have been confused; not only had he passed over dry and rocky terrain just there, but by habit the silver-maned equine had stepped on the bare patches of mountain that jutted up through the layer of humus and earth, thus effectively hiding his own tracks. They picked up again a couple hundred yards further on, but only after he had made a seemingly erratic turn in order to change the course.
Maybe he shouldn't blame the unknown beast for being inattentive, then. As Fajira had said; it wasn't the strangers fault that Lace was a paranoid veteran with a habit of making it very hard for pursuers to follow him; it was such an ingrained habit that it almost had become instinct to take hard routes, choose the difficult terrain and cover his tracks.
It was much easier for him to see where the other were. With Fajira following him from above and providing a general sense of direction, Lace was able to follow the path of the stallion through the underbrush by reading the marks on the ground, the broken branches and follow the scent of sweat, musk and confusion left behind. The other must be more lost that they'd first thought; his path led them in circles, back and forth and back again, until it finally seemed that he had stopped trying to follow Lace and instead gone off on his own.
Quickly growing tired of this cat and mouse game the former glazier went along with it for a while, but eventually came to a halt with the ears turned testily backwards on the poll. Instead he threw the head up and let out a loud, vibrating call demanding that anyone present should come to him. While the White was right in that he weren't in a rush, he still felt that there were far better things for him to do than to run around the Threshold chasing outcasts and lost idiots. Again he let his voice ring through the stillness, and then he settled down to wait; head held high and tail thrashing irritably around the hocks.
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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