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10-08-2016, 07:12 PM
Xolani
It was not the strange water-creature upon the sands that the silent mare saw first, but the crowd. Oddly enough, it reminded her of the market back home, a stretch of beach that was always lined with vendors hawking their wares. Natives of the city, like her, had been forced to slip through the small breaks in the crowd, careful not to jostle anyone too harshly for fear of being branded a thief. Especially when they were plain and unadorned, like her. At least she had known which stalls had the best prices and the best quality items, unlike the tourists that often caused the blockade.
And it was the tourists that Xolani was reminded of now as she halted upon the sands with her head tilted to one side, a bemused frown on her maw. Even in the Dragon's Throat, where her herd and family lived, it was rare that she saw this many gathered in one place. She was not particularly bothered by it, since she had long since learned how to blend into a crowd - but it was so unnatural in the Helovian wilds that it gave her pause all the same.
There were few familiar faces in the large group, and even these she knew more by face than by name. A flash of longing filled the mare's chest as she realized that she was looking for a familiar hint of teal that simply wasn't there. Even so, she wasn't alone; the Dragon's Throat was represented by a large brute that she recognized only from their most recent herd meeting as their newly named Gladiator. He didn't seem to be on edge - in fact, everyone in the crowd seemed to be curious and almost excited - and so Xolani edged closer, slipping into cracks between the bodies with a familiar ease. She walked across a strange bridge, half swept along by the other bodies surging forward, until finally she could catch a glimpse of the creature that had called to them.
Thinking.
And it was the tourists that Xolani was reminded of now as she halted upon the sands with her head tilted to one side, a bemused frown on her maw. Even in the Dragon's Throat, where her herd and family lived, it was rare that she saw this many gathered in one place. She was not particularly bothered by it, since she had long since learned how to blend into a crowd - but it was so unnatural in the Helovian wilds that it gave her pause all the same.
There were few familiar faces in the large group, and even these she knew more by face than by name. A flash of longing filled the mare's chest as she realized that she was looking for a familiar hint of teal that simply wasn't there. Even so, she wasn't alone; the Dragon's Throat was represented by a large brute that she recognized only from their most recent herd meeting as their newly named Gladiator. He didn't seem to be on edge - in fact, everyone in the crowd seemed to be curious and almost excited - and so Xolani edged closer, slipping into cracks between the bodies with a familiar ease. She walked across a strange bridge, half swept along by the other bodies surging forward, until finally she could catch a glimpse of the creature that had called to them.
Thinking.
- table by Niki -
OOC | Stands sort of to the back, not really beside anyone in particular.
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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Want to plot with Xolani? Visit her plot page here!
