the Rift


[OPEN] PATROL - WERK WERK WERK

Orithia Posts: 59
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10.0 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Eris
#1
ORITHIA


Loath to admit it as she was, Orithia was glad that her patrol assignment was in the Heart Caves. Uumalah had only ever experienced Frostfall in the lightest sense and the desert lass had yet to acclimate to the plummeting temperatures. Stamping her hooves and shaking the frost from her mane, the ivory mare allowed herself a moment to revel in the warmth that filled the caves. Pastel eyes sliding over the darkened corners and dancing shadows cast by various fires, Orithia wondered at what sort of beast had carved such a vast space. With a shake of her dished face, the mare abandoned her curiosity and started forward; she had no time for silly musings or wanton thoughts.

She was beginning to think that Helovia was turning her soft.

As she began her patrol at a light jog, the blushed lass pointedly ignored the other equines who had gathered within the confines of the cave; they were not her commanding officers and they were not her assigned partners and therefore, they meant nothing to her. Sliding into the rhythm of purpose, she found, was surprisingly easy. She had never been given a purpose before, never been given the opportunity to mold the raw emotion that flooded her into something more, something useful.

But she wouldn't lie to herself, she would never be able to fool herself into thinking that there was something at all worthwhile or loving hidden within. The pleasure houses had made sure to strip that sort of morality from her with a thorough ferocity. Maybe, though, just maybe, the blushed woman could hone herself into something more useful beneath the careful guidance of her Elephant King.


@Caenan @Rohan
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo

Caenan Posts: 49
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 4 Years (Ages in OrangeMoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
TierRen
#2
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind


Caenan walked a few steps behind Orithia. Unlike the mare's his eyes were constantly seeking those out that belonged to any that they passed. The pirate's smile stretched out easily to everyone that caught his eye. There were a few that he would have liked to stop and chat with but even as he opened his mouth to suggest taking a break and to converse with those near where they would patrol Orithia would already be a length or two away from them. So Caenan would nod in farewell to the strangers and would leave kind or flirtatious words before catching up.

His attitude towards the patrol changed once they happened upon the caves. Caenan did not like being where he could not glimpse the sky above. As he stepped into the cave's threshold the stallion grumbled and eyed the walls around him warily. He felt as though the walls would fall on him like hungry beasts at any moment. Longingly he turned to look back towards the cave's entrance.

Whenever Orithia moved into a jog Caenan jerked his attention back to what was in front of him and stared after her wide eyed. His breath caught in his throat as he numbly ordered his hooves to do the same. Adrenaline wildly pumped through his veins trying to dull his fear.

Once caught up Caenan brushed shoulder to shoulder with the mare colored like the pale seashells cast upon the shore. Touching another made him feel more comfortable and he glanced towards her face with an uneasy grin.

Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
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