Paramore
~ All we know is falling
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The light didn't seem to escape the trees in this forest and the little bits that did mange to break the leaf layer were in the minority. Light rain had started to fall since he had entered the forest. It was typical that the rain seemed to break the leaves but the light didn't. Bu at least the rain was light and not pelting down like miniature bullets. A small puddle had started to form on the forest floor,that the impact of Tributes hoofs had disturbed. Low branches stuck out hear and there,causing Tribute to have to lift his legs higher to clear them,which he did with ease.
With a sigh he kept trudging on,the rain was still light though it was constant. Ever walking,ever walking,ever walking... He was starting to grow impatient. Was there nothing to do here? Really? Maybe tormenting the herds was the only interesting thing after all. He halted,looking around him. The musty smell of rain poured into his nose,drowning him in a sea of the oh so depressing world around him. He hung his head low,expecting nothing except maybe a few mice to scuttle past. Turning his ears out he closed his eyes and relaxed. I suppose quietness has its good point. Not that his boredom was doing him any good.
OOC:Sorry its crap:P
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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Quilyan had had quite the evening the night before. He vaguely remembered mares, and mushrooms. A soft chuckle fell from his maw, his orbs still closed, stretched out beneath a rather large tree. Oh, how interesting they had all been. That one, Phaedra, had been particularly intoxicating (and intoxicated, but they had all been that). He would have to seek her out again. But for now, he wanted water. Then again, he didn't want to move. He was thankful that the Deep Forest was so dark; otherwise he might have a raging headache. As it were, he cracked open an eye, sighed heavily, and heaved himself good-naturedly to his feet. He shook himself, scattering twigs and dirt into the air, flapping his wings a few times to rid them of debris.
He listened for a moment, and though his surroundings were silent, he could have sworn that he still heard the girls' giggles. A smile cracked his maw, and he wandered through the trees toward a softly bubbling creek. After drinking his fill, he felt much more awake. He supposed he ought to wander back out of the woods. It was difficult to do much of anything here, with the trees so closely pressed together. And he wanted to fly, and impossible feat in his current surroundings. Proceeding to begin walking, he allowed his memory to skim delicately over the events of the night before, humming slightly to himself with glee. They really should all get together again.
A sound caught his attention, and the bi-colored pegasus halted, looking around him with sharp violet eyes. There, to his left - a shape moved through the trees, a very light-colored shape, odd in the dark surroundings. Quilyan bugled a greeting, as much a warning as anything. He liked his mares well enough, but he was not a fan of stallions, unless they shared his sense of humor and accepted his higher rank. Perhaps this one would be one of those - he hoped so, as he would be one of the few that Quilyan had met thus far in Helovia.
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Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.
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Paramore
~ All we know is falling
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A golden shape caught Tributes eye. He flicked his head up,changing from a placid stat to a more alert one. He sighed again. He honestly couldn't be bothered at the moment but still,he hadn't met others outside the herd lands. The golden and white Pegasus didn't smell like the herds either. This meeting could benefit him. He hoped it would.
He picked up his pace,aiming to get closer to the stallion. Purple eyes watched him,as much curious as they were weary. Who wouldn't be weary of a strange horse. He halted,less then a few meters away from the bi colored Pegasus,bowing in greeting. For once he had met someone with respect and who didn't blurt out what the hell you doing here go away. He tossed his head,flicking his forelock out of his emerald colored eyes. "Greetings Pegasus. Who are you?" He pawed at the scattered pine needles,reviling a thin dusty layer.
OOC: Sorry i've taken a while :P
"blah blah blah."
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| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap
ChaoticMelodies |
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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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He was not particularly fond of other males, as they had a tendency to challenge his authority. Why, he was not certain - in his homeland, he had been a crown prince, and had they harmed or embarrassed him, they would have died for it - but they did. And somehow, he always came out on top. He wondered if it would be different here, in this strange land without a ruler. He wondered if he would be looked down on, trodden upon - no. He would simply not allow it.
But this one did not seem to pose a threat; Quilyan was greeted with a respectful bow. He did not return the bow, instead deigning to nod his great head regally, the newcomer having unknowingly shown the proper respect that the prince would have been given in his homeland. "Greetings, Pegasus," the voice was neither warm nor cold, merely curious. "Who are you?" Quilyan held himself like the prince he once was, and answered, "I am Quilyan. And your name?" He still spoke warily, but he had relaxed, having been greeted kindly.
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[W/C | ---]
Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.
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Please tag Quilyan in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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A white shadow in the depths [Quilyan]
