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Rogue

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 Adult, 5 yrs  Mare
 15.3 hh  1400 lbs
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Posted on Jun 29 2018, 8:14 PM.
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She has taken to travelling at night. The twilight offers sanctuary. A stillness that the day does not. The night is cooler than the day yet it brings her comfort. However, the night is not without its dangers. Being alone was anxiety-inducing for her yet she had nothing. No one. She tries to cover up her limp. In time it would heal but for now, she didn't want to be seen as injured. You never know who's prowling in the dark. Every little noise has her stopping and looking around searching for the source. Naaslaarum isn't sure how she got here. Well, she walked of course but she doesn't remember the journey.

She is deep in what she assumed was a jungle. It reminded her of home. Maybe she could stay here? Stay until she was ready to leave of course. Hardly any light is filtering down onto the jungle floor. The trees are as tall as skyscrapers. If only her home hadn't been destroyed. The floor, though shrouded in darkness, was rather vibrant. The plants almost seemed to glow and one of them looked rather sickly. It appeared toxic and she certainly wasn't going to eat that. The mare kept moving.

A small creek wound through the jungle. The water is clear as crystal. Perhaps there were gems in it. There wasn't but there was fish. Colourful fish. Oh, they were all colours of the rainbow. How uplifting. Naaslaarum finds this creek and with her ears stiff in alertness, she bends down and drinks from the bank. The mare knows that should someone with flagitious intentions come along she could not flee. She would have to rely on her wit and cunning to escape unharmed.


Rogue

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 Adult, 11 yrs  Stallion
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Posted on Jul 03 2018, 1:40 PM.
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PAINT THE STARS
He couldn't sleep. Neither day nor night held any promise of rest for the aching bones of his fragile body, so the stick man simply walked onwards. Long, thin, frail legs carried an almost weightless body, corpse-like in its appearance, across the unfamiliar terrain.

Byon was lost. He had never before set hoof in this corner of Elysium. He had wandered for days now, simply placing one hoof in front of the other and praying that he did not collapse just yet. But there was something odd about Elysium - it was constantly growing, changing and shifting. It kept him within its boundaries, never letting the stick man step beyond the edges of its territory and somehow giving him just enough energy to survive another day. As if the land itself was telling him to continue, to live.

He had never been in a jungle before. Trees towered above him, terrifying things that blocked out the light with their canopy. They blocked the sky from his view and threatened to steal it away from him forever. He hated them for it. He feared the dark, even though a vast majority of his life had been spent under the cover of night.

Every shift in the trees above him, every shuffle of creature in the darkness,  every hint of life other than himself sent the man into a frenzy of fear. He was tense, fading muscle drawn tight under stretched skin. Lungs too small for his size were drawing air in rapidly, whilst ears strained to hear over the sound of his own wheezing. His mind was a tornado of monsters, creating beasts out of thin air. He was almost certain one was following him, waiting to crunch his bones beneath its enormous jaws.

He was too busy looking behind him when the ground abruptly vanished. One foreleg, then another, plunged into cool waters. An unearthly shriek of terror escaped his lips at the sudden change in sensation, followed by the scurrying of small, terrified monsters trying to escape. Quickly, the stallion drew back onto his hind legs, lifting his fore limbs from the waters and staggering backwards a few paces before any demon could grab him. Not that... not that there were any.
OOC| Naaslaarum DORK BUTT HAS ARRIVED

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Rogue

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Posted on Jul 03 2018, 2:20 PM.
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She does not notice him. His wheezing it was she hears first then that ungodly screech. Naaslaarum rears up a few places. The horror that was the shriek had her alarmed. Dread set in her stomach. She couldn't tell if it was another horse or if it was something akin to a demon. Naaslaarum didn't care to find out. She back up a few paces before giving a whinny. If it was another horse then at least now they shouldn't be scared. The shriek was so full of terror, perhaps they feared the dark for the monster that lay in the shadows. The only thing keeping her here was the need to drink. If she wasn't so dehydrated she would have bolted by now.

The night now has her frightened. The stillness of it is no longer comforting. She tenses up in trepidation. The night was now eerie. Something yet lurked in the dark ready to strike. Her breathing is heavy and ragged. She never used to be so scared of the dark but when you're alone in unknown lands after such a catastrophic event, wouldn't you be a bit frightened too? Naaslaarum tries to calm herself down yet it does not work. She does not care if it's another horse anymore that caused the wail. Naaslaarum was going to kick them if they came any closer. 

Byon


Rogue

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Posted on Jul 04 2018, 5:07 PM.
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PAINT THE STARS
His heart was pounding, each beat soon after the last the sound almost blurred together in his ears. Eyes were wide, white rims of madness showing around the deep blue whilst his nostrils flared open for air. It took him a moment or two to remember just how to draw that air back into his lungs, and even longer to remember how to exhale. Every inch f his body was a trembling, shivering mess but at least he was still alive. That was a good thing, right?

Hah, he felt incredibly stupid. It was a creek he had slipped into, too busy staring into the darkness behind him for monsters that weren't even there. At least, they weren't so interested in trailing him right now. He was considering just turning tail and heading back out into the open, somewhere he could see the stars overhead, when the whinny of another horse reached his ears. 

It had been so long, too long probably, since he had heard that sound. It took his mind a few seconds to register just what the sound was, but when he had finished processing the new information his body responded instantly. From his grey lips came a whinny of his own, but the sound was almost strangled from underuse of his throat. It was as if his voice box had forgotten how to function despite the fact he could scream in terror with little hesitation.

He moved slowly, cautiously. Eyes scanned the creek for signs of another horse, finding them with little struggle. She was... she was thin, like him. But unlike him, she did not look frail. Unhealthy, yes, but not deathly. Her coat was burnt in places, as his had been singed before. Just looking at the dried patches of her pale coat threatened to send him into the throes of a flashback. One where he could feel the pain of fire licking his skin as he ran, ran, ran...

The stallion shuddered, forcing the memory away. Now was not a good time or a safe place to deal with the after-effects of trauma. So for now, he pushed the feelings down, bottling them up again and praying that today wasn't the day when it all overflowed. 


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