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Post by aliyaah on Oct 2, 2023 18:55:24 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Rhundurin ( Roman ) and Liath ( Raven). 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 February 2nd, 2024.
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Post by Raven on Nov 2, 2023 15:20:34 GMT -7
Moving around was something Liath had gotten used too. She wasn't a part of any herd, and she didn't have a place to call home. Not that she minded, having a home was a concept she'd long ago given up on. Home was where she was, or the most resent mate. But that mate was gone, and she as free to choose how she did things. Her steps were even as she walked towards the lake. This wasn't a mission, she wasn't here to force anything. She was here to just enjoy some peace and quiet. Sure, foals weren't the quietest, but hardly anyone ever caused trouble here. There was no reason too. And she was small enough herself to pass as one if she absolutely needed too. Not that she did. She was, after all, full grown. Sometimes she wondered if she would have a foal in her life time. It hadn't happened yet. She had been in no hurry and still wasn't, truely. She was content with her lot in life, for now. Helping those she'd considered in the right was enough. Though sometimes she wondered if words could have been used instead of hooves. She limped a bit as she moved, steps as careful as she could get them. She'd taken a bit of a beating resently, and she was careful of how she moved, hoping the quietness of the lake would be soothing. She dropped her delicate head to drink a bit, before hearing a sound behind and to the right of her. Instantly her head came up, ears pricking forward, then back, as she sighted a horse. With Wings. She was leery of anyone, but that denoted a whole other level of danger. She swung around to face the horse. "What do you want?" She snapped. She'd grown use to figuring out who was foe or not very quickly and this being was Utopian. There was a sound of uncertainty in her voice. There was no way she could fight someone like him. There was also no reason too, but still, her tone was harsh, worried, hoping he'd leave quickly, and leave her be. Words: 359 Tag: RomanNotes: Hello!
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2024 11:33:10 GMT -7
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