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Post by aliyaah on Apr 18, 2024 8:34:05 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between The Fallen ( Fallen ) and Gentleman Jack ( Welder ). Prompt: Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than August 18th, 2024.
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I don't even know what day of the week it is
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Post by Welder on Apr 20, 2024 18:04:57 GMT -7
This war had been nothing but trouble for everyone involved, including Jack. He mulled through his thoughts miserably as he traipsed across the rugged terrain, agitated by the mountains of these bachelor lands owing to the fact they reminded him of his utter failure. Here he was, forced to switch sides, all because he could not win a simple fight. He was a failure, and deeply felt like one as well, with each hoof fall. At several points through his venture, Jack knocked a couple of small rocks to the side with the sliding of a hoof but this last one called for pause, to reflect upon the view he had before him, uncontested by none but time, though his stop would only be a sliver of time in the memory of these mountains.
Surveying where he parked himself, Jack pondered his life events with solemn quiet, the heavy times causing his heart to race and the sad times forming tears in his eyes. Jack had no real connection to anyone in Wild Equines, so what would it matter in the end if he just let Rianne kill him for good measure? What good he had he done while on these grounds, stuttering his way through like a fool, constantly scared of everything around him? He mused that no good would come from his time in this world and while being a good boy had gotten scars upon his neck and a battered heart through it all, Jack decided to reflect heavily upon his encounter with Charm.
The brute from the Whore House had been quite insightful, although others would suggest to never trust a steed like him. No one, not a single one, ever once said there was "potential" for Jack, even with his pitiful state being what it was. Simply speaking, Jack felt the most hope from the veiled threats of Charm, knowing that horses like him sold and made profits off of other's misery. Jack was all too familiar with being sold at auction for the lowest price, because no one wanted to deal with a horse like him with all the issues that he had. The word 'potential' left an impact on Jack, hope for the first time in his life, that he would make a difference, that even maybe someday, he wouldn't be forgotten. The stallion sighed with resignation, knowing that such foolish thoughts of hope always landed him in trouble, and for that matter, if he did not make it back to Rianne, there would indeed be hell to pay.
With a simple, mournful sigh, Jack resigned his paces, head down just as before, shame emanating from his physique as he tarried his way "home".ooc;; Fallen <3 Bust by Shellorf
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