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Post by Indi on Feb 4, 2023 13:56:33 GMT -7
A year of life had certainly changed much in the life of the bulky yearling that peered contemplatively out across the lake within the realm he had come to know as home. Wolfsbane was not the frightened, helpless two-week-old that Chain had found all those months ago. Nor was death such an alien thing as it once had been, when faced with his first experience of such when he had woken to find his mother cold and unresponsive. He had learned and grown much in the months that had passed since Chain had brought him here. Already quite large as a two-week-old, he had gotten even bigger with the passage of time. Just as had been the case as an infant at his mother's side, Wolfsbane frequently was mistaken for an equine much older than his year of life. Not that it really bothered him too much at this point, as accustomed to it as he had grown. Though it had gotten him into difficult situations a time or two, especially with more belligerent individuals who wanted to pick a fight. It was fortunate, then, that his training had started fairly early, learning how to defend himself and his new home.
Wolfsbane was content enough with his life. He could not say that he lacked anything that a growing colt would need. He had never had to go hungry since Chain had found him. He had gained a father figure in Chain's sire, Charm -- despite the fact that at first he had been very skeptical of the idea that fathers could be good. There were enough youngsters that he had not lacked for playmates. And, of course, there was his first friend, Chain himself. No, there was nothing that Wolfsbane could complain about when it came to the shape his life had taken. And yet... he could not help the fact that even after all this time, he still missed his mother. Or the fact that he wondered what his life would be like now if she had lived. Not to mention wondering how and why she had never woken up that morning all those months ago. He might understand the concept of death much better than he had when Chain found him, but that did not explain what had happened to his mother. He could not remember her feeling unwell in any way. She had been strong. So why...?
Releasing a sigh, Wolfsbane turned away from the water. Perhaps he should seek out Chain and find out if there was anything more he should be doing. While he had completed his appointed tasks, he knew that in a place like this, there was never a shortage of tasks that needed to be taken care of. Character;; Wolfsbane Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Hatechain Charmfire Notes;; Let me know if anything needs fixed <3 Timeline;; He is 1 year, midafternoon, winter.
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Post by fleabittengray on Sept 20, 2023 8:19:40 GMT -7
x CHAIN He was part of the clean up crew, the equines that would drag the dead or the dying to the mass grave pits at the edge of the territory. These pits served many purposes, even other than housing corpses. Anyone that stumbled across them during their travels, if they were trying to get into The Whore House, would have a warning they could see - enter here, and you may just end up in the pit. Chain did not mind dragging the bodies, usually with help, sometimes by himself if they were smaller. It kept him in shape, aside from the frequent training he did. He was an adult not, just over 2 and a half years old. He was tall at 17 hands, and quite lean despite his draft heritage, but he was strong. Stronger than most would assume just by looking at him. He was just returning from the grave, muck and grime splattered upon his bodice, when he took note of the fresh scent of his friend. A brother, in a way. Wolfsbane, the colt he'd found and brought back home many months ago. Charm, Chain's father, had allowed it, even taken Wolfsbane under his wing and taken on his training and such. But Chain knew it took one wrong move and Wolfsbane was fresh meat. Feeling suddenly anxious that something had happened to the younger brute, he alerted his path and began walking in the direction the scent was heading. Chain was pleased to discover the he was near the lake, at least, that's what it seemed like with the scent train. Pushing himself into a lope, the black sabino tobiano stallion whinnied to announce his approach. Upon his withers, unseen by anyone due to being a hallucination, was Crow, swaying with his movements. Chain spotted the similarly colored coat of Wolfsbane and whinnied again, slowing to a trot as he approached the younger hellion. "Hey," he said, motioning toward the water. It was still hot enough to enjoy a swim, so he figured that was something they could do. "Wanna go swimming with me?"Indi w/ Wolfsbane 348 | Hatechain CharmfireMoving to current time as discussed. <3 2 years 7 months, late summer, midafternoon, before Hunroor's Coronation
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Post by Indi on Mar 3, 2024 9:06:47 GMT -7
Wolfsbane had not made it more than a few steps away from the lake's edge where he had formerly been standing when he caught a glimpse of someone headed in his direction. Not just anyone, though, but a very familiar figure. None other than Chain, in fact. The very youth who had first found Wolfsbane when his mother had died, who had tried to explain the concept of death the confused infant, and ended up bringing the youngster home. Wolf found it interesting that they were similar in hue and pattern, given that Chain was probably the closest thing he had to a brother. Certainly more than any who might be out there who shared his blood. Given how harsh life could be to the weak and the helpless, the bulky youngster had no doubt that he was most likely only alive now because Chain had found him and brought him back to Chain's father, Charm. Here he had been given a home, as well as training and something of a purpose, instead of probably certain death if he had remained at his mother's cold side, helplessly begging her to wake from a sleep that she could never wake from.
It did not faze the yearling at all to see the grime and gore splattered upon Chain's pelt, knowing that the older lad had likely just come from working at the pits where the dead and dying of the land were consigned. By this point, the ink and ivory colt was rather desensitized to the kind of horrors that were common in this land. In fact, Wolf helped there from time to time, especially as he got bigger and stronger. At a year old, he was already at least as big or bigger than a number of equines who called The Whore House home -- willingly and otherwise -- and it was clear he was still not done growing. Harks pricked forward at Chain's whinny, a grin spreading across the boy's features.
"Hey," Chain greeted when near enough to converse, gesturing towards the lake's water as he spoke, "Wanna go swimming with me?"
'Hey,' Wolf returned the greeting. Still grinning, he bobbed his head in agreement, 'Swimming sounds fun!' Even better than tracking Chain down to see if there was work he could help with or some training he should be doing, he got to have some fun with the closest thing he had to a brother. Character;; Wolfsbane Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Hatechain Charmfire Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 1 year; late summer, midafternoon, before Hunroor's Coronation.
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 8, 2024 13:51:47 GMT -7
x CHAIN Chain liked the lake. Out of all the areas of The Whore House, the lake was the best area to do some birdwatching. Ever since he was a young boy, barely weeks old, Chain had developed a strong fascination and obsession with birds. He could tell you what kind of bird they were and, if they were were building nests in the area, where those nests were located. He loved birds a lot. He wished he could fly, but his wings - albeit hallucinated wings - did not allow his physical being to fly. Only for his soul to fly as he slept, which was a reason why he suffered from insomnia. As soon as he fell asleep, his soul would fly away, and someone or something else would take over his body. Sleep was a rarity for the youth, but today he was feeling more energetic than lethargic. If his energy levels weren't so unpredictable, perhaps he could have become a guard for the brothel, but alas, Charm didn't trust him to not fall asleep at the post. At least he made himself useful by keeping things clean around here. 'Hey, Swimming sounds fun!' Fun, indeed. Chain smiled and launched himself toward the lake, splashing chaotically through the shallows. Though most outside of the herd might like to believe that everyone living in The Whore House were monsters, the fact was... monsters still liked to have fun. Chain was like any other young boy, growing into a young man. He liked to swim in the lake, bask in the sun on a warm summer's day, and talk with his friends. Though, at the moment, his "friends" consisted of family, and Wolfsbane, who may as well be a blood relative, considering how close the two of them had become over Wolfsbane's time here. "Come on in! The water's great today!" he called out, wondering if his brother (of sorts) had already started to follow him into the water or not. Indi w/ Wolfsbane 328 | ProfileNotes 2 years 7 months, late summer, midafternoon, before Hunroor's Coronation
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