The Escape
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The Escape
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Posted 2022-08-17 12:58:45 (edited)
This is a 1x1 role-play with Flower #3196 and Miu'an #53713, Want to follow along? here are the character sheets! Amun-rah shook his tri-colored coat, huffing as he watched two colts scuffle about, already prepared to deal with a bruise or two when the play-fighting got too rough. The stallion enjoyed watching over the foals when their parents needed some time to relax, it brought a warm feeling to his heart when the young equines looked up to him for support. especially on a day like today, with a light cool breeze and a few clouds dotting the pristine blue sky. The warm golden sun lighting up the lush green prairie, with only a few trees where the occasional horse stand for shade. Most of his herd-mates preferred to take a break under the oak trees, but Amun-rah liked the sun, especially when it was later in the day and the sun covered his home in a smooth golden ray of light. Cocking his head to the side the stallion surveyed the herd, it wasn't huge by any means, but there were quite a few horses that were spread out in smaller groups in a variety of rich browns and calming greys, with white markings painting some equines and others dabbled with black barring and manes. He recognized a few as friends, a white mare with black leopard spots – Sugar was her name –, then there was a chestnut stallion with a white blaze, Quin was his name. Switching his attention to the few foals still playing in front of him, Amun-rah settled into the soft grass, today was a good day for sure. __________ sorry it's so short! I couldn't figure out how to start :( |
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Posted 2022-08-21 13:48:11 (edited)
He tried not to think of it. It was early spring when he fled the battlefield, utterly unwilling to be captured by those who felled his once-cherished handler, but time wore on and the beginnings of summer brought heat he was not used to. A warmer region required survival skills he didn't necessarily have and while he had a full season to learn how to manage on his own, the stallion's environment kept changing with his travels. He didn't know where to go. There was no grand plan nor a chosen direction, he only moved wherever sources of food and water could be found, and it was the latter he searched for now. "...No sign of humans," he sighed, "but no river either." He lost his winter coat by now, though there was still the odd patch of fur to be seen here or there, just enough to make him seem unsightly. Then again, wasn't all of him? A strange, towering figure covered in scars would alarm anyone had it wandered near their home, especially with a coat pattern that might be strange for the region. He was new. An outsider. A threat—or so it may seem—when he unwittingly crept up behind a foal playing in the shade cast by some foliage. Mouse stopped just short of stepping on the poor thing, and watched with newfound dread as it scampered off squealing in search of an adult; in search of protection from a strange stallion. Dehydration must've taken its toll because he hadn't even noticed signs of a herd in his search for water, let alone a youngster that he hadn't meant to frighten. Mouse winced preemptively at the trouble he was sure would come, but thought better than to give chase after the little colt. He stepped back cautiously and lifted his head instead, listening in for any sounds of people, their swords or hounds, but found nothing of the sort. He flattened his ears in confusion when no sounds of armour could be heard in the background, suddenly all too aware of his physique and what a nice catch he'd be for any man looking to sell a beast of burden. Even the fur along his back raised in alarm, though one couldn't be faulted if they mistook it for aggression. "Are there no guards?" he thought out loud. Reason caught up with him far too slowly, and he realised in time that there might've been a reason for that, and wild herds were out there... supposedly. Far be it from him to have ever seen one. Mouse was born and raised in captivity, yet suddenly all too aware that he hadn't the faintest idea what a wild herd looked like or what to expect of them, apart from the obvious hostility he expected an intruder on their lands might face. He was a war horse, and he was indeed a large horse, but he was only one horse against however many... He didn't like his odds here. "Hello?" he sheepishly began upon seeing some hint of an adult at last, yet hadn't quite taken into account how hoarse and gravelly his voice became in the absence of water. Alas, that was a distant priority now, and the dry soil under his hooves would grant him neither drink nor aid. OOC: Your post is fine! :D Made minimal changes to mine but let me know if it's hard to respond to and I'll rewrite it. |
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Posted 2022-08-21 16:55:34
He certainly did not account for an intruder, so when one of the colts came running into his side he wasn't immediately worried, they often made small things out to be big problems so one of the foals under his watch squealing in distress wasn't a rare occurrence. What he said did make him inwardly panic, instantly sending him and the others to the safety of the herd as he slowly trotted to where the small colt saw the equine. The sight he saw wasn't what he was expecting, it was a stallion, grey in color with patchy fur and tired eyes. His voice hoarse and deep as the stranger said hello, Amun-rah straightened his neck and blew hot air through his nose, he was always known as an easy-going horse, but when something or someone threatened his herd, his family the kind personality dripped away to leave something protective. "Who are you?" The tri-colored stallion said lowly, eying the mysterious newcomer with hesitant eyes. the grey stallion's coat was littered with scars of all sizes, his mane oddly straight and short compared to his herd's long and uneven ones. –– Hopefully the response is alright, getting back into the swing of things :) it's been a few months since I've really roleplayed. I'll come back and edit again for any mistakes, hopefully I didn't leave any though./sup> |
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Posted 2022-08-22 01:19:14
Perhaps unkindly, Mouse couldn't help but note that the approaching male would make a very good messenger horse, swift as he seemed on his hooves. Somehow, he didn't think that would flatter if spoken now, but he was also distracted by the uniquely pretty fur pattern. Splotches of white like those were not a thing one could see among the horses in his midst; at most, they tended to have a sock, star, or snip, whereas this one looked like it rolled in freshly fallen snow. "...Just a passing mouse?" answered a beast larger than it was wise, for all that he made an effort to step back and away from the other stallion. Large as he was, he didn't want to seem threatening, but it was a thin line between looking like a harmless stranger and looking like a bait horse humans might send out to lure wild horses towards their lands. Presently, he'd be happy with whatever option saw him leave here without a conflict. "I'm sorry," he said, then lowered his broad head for a change. "There aren't many foals where I come from so I didn't think to keep an eye out, I didn't mean to spook it." There was little enough indication of whether the odd stallion spoke true, but at least he seemed content to meet the other's gaze as he spoke. His brown eyes didn't waver, though the heat of the day did make his ears fold back in annoyance. Perhaps he'd adjust, with time, but a different climate was indeed a large change to adjust to in so little time. "I'm not here to pick a fight, I'm only looking for water. If you can direct me, I can get out of your lands." Your posts are great, don't worry about it. :D |
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Posted 2022-08-23 19:57:40
He really didn't seem like someone who wanted to fight, with knots in his mane and dirt speckled throughout his mouse-colored coat, a look of pure exhaustion in the way he held his whole body, from the tenseness of his muscles and the way he held his head low. He faintly entertained the thought that this was a very bad idea, and that this could be a dangerous stallion, (Though the meek grey horse with tired brown eyes didn't seem like much of a threat). He'd heard the stories of two-legs coming to his lands on the backs of horses, preying on herds, and taking families away. he's heard it all, and the thought makes him squirm. Mouse seems much too subdued to be a threat, but the thought still lingers in the back of his mind as he waits for Mouse, hoping, just hoping that he's what he says, and Amun-rah hadn't jeopardized his life for a stranger. With a breath, he cocked his head to look at his new... friend? Acquaintance? Something to figure out later (when did he decide there would be a later?) "Follow me, I know where there's a cool stream, you can rest there for the time being." |
folkology ⚢ #53713 |
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Posted 2022-10-31 08:12:26
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folkology ⚢ #53713 |