This is where I was lead to. This place was called the Windtossed Foothills. I stopped walking right before the indicated borders, seeing it as simple respect for this new herd. It was like walking into someone's home or cave. This was their territory and until I was officially accepted by someone, I would be trespassing. I was a respectful person and I treated others how I would wish to be treated. I saw nothing wrong with this. "Blitzen Talk." - "Blitzen Thoughts." - "Comet Thoughts" |
[OPEN] This Foreign Land [Acceptance]
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10-12-2013, 02:32 PM
Tired legs carried the weary general through the lands, tracing the familiar contours with blind steps. She paid attention only when it felt like she must, for the quiet and the birdsong did nothing to worry her and gave her time to shut off, even for a moment. The mare felt useless unless she was being active, so by playing even a small role in this land would be a great thing for her. As it was, her role was by no means small, though it was shared with another. No, she had duties now, and the protection of the land was paramount.
She had heard too many soft whispers in the woods at night. The fear that someone, somewhere, might creep through the shadows and pounce upon unsuspecting backs was a greater threat Han anyone seeme to realise. Maybe they were happy in their ignorance; it was often said it was blind, after all. She sighed. Se would rather be tense and ready than bliss, slow and stupid. As she patrolled the borders, she heard hoof beats. Her head lifted and she came to a standstill. Warm air caressed her shoulders as the sun belted down upon her porcelain pelt. Light apples on her legs seemed to shimmer like quicksilver and her ivory horn glinted with malice as she narrowed her eyes. Who was there? She hastened her steps, raising her crest high and throwing back her long, braided banner with a snort. Twisted horn seemed to glimmer with anticipation. Through the sparce trees on the border, she spotted a dark pelted form with odd markings that reminded her of a newborn fawn, yet much deeper chocolate in hue, upon his head were a series of huge spikes, deadly in appearance yet hard to wield if they were as heavy as they seemed. She would do much more damage with her single, honed blade that he would with his overpowered skull. Yet as she neared with caution, muscles twitching, she heard him speak out. Now, Artmis knew the name Slace from herd meetings, but had never met the stag herself, so she was still weary of the stranger. Still, she had brought many back from the threshold herself. He could be okay. Maybe her nerves were just acting up? She still rched her head proudly, but her blade seemed to dull at the lack of conflict. "Hail, stranger. I am Artemis, General of the Foothills and a loyal sister of Apollo, our leader." She spoke, voice more feminine than her appearance gave her credit for. "You wish to join our ranks? Tell me, what skills do you bring, if any? That weapon upon your head seems fierce, but can you use it?" She did not mean to be stern, but Artemis was not. Meek nor kindly creature to simply smile and let a stranger enter the lands without formal chat first. She did, however, manage a small smile. A tiny gesture that she wasn't as beastly as she made out. Ooc- Art can accept you in Apollos place.
10-13-2013, 07:56 PM
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