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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 2, 2017 21:21:41 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Dancing Script][nospaces] [attr="class","stockbg"] [attr="class","stocktext"] Hopeless Wanderer
[attr="class","postsection"]The darkness was creeping in on a small rider in the few trees that littered the vast grasslands which came before the mighty Drythwood forest. The small figure was clad in light armour, leather and with all his belongings either loaded on the horse in the brown saddlebags or he was wearing it. His golden mane was in its usual braid and most of the time it didn't block his vision unless he managed to turn his head too fast... His sturdy pony hesitated as they went further into the forest, the fae and elf people lived here, fine folk, but the dwarf hadn't met many of them, which still resided in the kingdoms native to them. He did find himself in the company of questionable people more often than not, but never had they given him any reason to distrust the ones he befriended. And the ones who did disappoint were replaced. He gave the pony a firm press to the sides as urged it into a trot. The pony was slower than a horse, but the longlegged fiery creatures were no match for the mountains. A pony's small stature and sturdy legs were your best bet if you wanted to survive the narrow paths and loose stones. Tharan had been to the Cendra to re-supply and was now on his way to see if he could find the fae kingdom, he had been there before but never had he stayed long. He was going to try to get as much distance between him and the lands of Mir before all light was gone and he would have to make camp. A warm fire and a bite to eat. Then up at dawn and back on the horse. He hoped however that he wouldn't encounter any hostile people on his way, he had been in a brawl the night before and hadn't slept much as the lovely lady, whos honour he was defending, had been more than grateful, but he had to be up at first light to reach his destination as soon as possible. [attr="class","stockbg2"] Dusk | Few clouds | [newclass=".stockbg"]width:400px;height:550px;background-image:url('https://img.fotor.com/share/1483731187597WYP.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=".stocktext"]text-align:justify;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;height:455px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);padding:20px;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2"]padding:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);color:#e1e1e1;text-align:center;font-size:8pt;height:35px;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#b1b1b1;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection"]margin-top:20px;height:395px;overflow:auto;padding-right:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);[/newclass]
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Post by Circa Del Rossi on Nov 2, 2017 22:10:59 GMT
Most women probably wouldn’t admit such daft things but to Cira, the forest was home. Ever since she could remember she had lived in very heavily wooded places and though most would claim that was the spot danger lurked it was where she felt the most comfortable. The day had been a long and tedious one. She had run into a few unfriendly figures who had, of course, put a scare in the small petite doe and it was to the woods she retreated. The plant life made her feel serene and just as the sounds of the wood life – albeit not all friendly – gave her peace. Tucking long strands of blond hair behind her ear she moved carefully as blue eyes scanned her surroundings every few steps. It was very evident that even in her human form the creature she transformed into habits still played a role.
She wasn’t a helpless creature though. A blade was tucked in close to her inner thigh and was hidden from view. To be honest she looked far more breakable than she really was. Even so, Circa was a creature of peace. She had been orphaned at a young age and luckily a colony of rabbit shifters had taken pity on her and let her stay. She always felt out of place but she always tried to stay positive. They never excluded her so it wasn’t why she felt out of place. She supposed it was because she was a doe among rabbits.
Lost in her thoughts she had almost missed the sound of hooves heading her direction. Carefully tucking towards a tree, she peered with curious blue eyes. The figure was small but sturdy as was the steed he rode upon. Lips were pulled into a thin line as she worried it between her teeth. ”H-hello? Who are you?” her voice was soft but loud enough for him to hear. ”I-I don’t want any trouble I am just trying to pass through.”
Tharan II Dralínson
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 3, 2017 6:50:46 GMT
[googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Dancing Script][nospaces] [attr="class","stockbg"] [attr="class","stocktext"] Hopeless Wanderer
[attr="class","postsection"]As always, the dapple-grey pony was right. Only a short while after Tharan had dismissed the pony's hesitation, a voice interrupted the sound of hooves and the natural sounds of the forest. When none else was on the path in front of him on the path, he pulled the pony to halt. He spotted a stranger hiding in the shadow of a tree, demanding to know who he was. The stranger was a female by the sound of it. He urged the pony to take a few steps forward to get a better look at the stranger. A blond human? She looked tense and worried. Which were all valid feelings when travelling alone in the forest... A small smile tugged at the ends of his mouth and added a gentle and warm twinkle to his blue eyes. "And neither do I. " His voice was just as friendly and welcoming as his eyes. He looked the stranger up and down shortly before answering her first question.
"I'm Tharan. And who might you be?"
She didn't look like she was equipped to defend herself, but he knew how easy it was to conceal a small weapon and if she had a dagger hidden somewhere it would likely be longer than his hand. A small sword even.
The pony was impatient and lifted the front leg to scrape at the ground with a black hoof. He gathered the reins and shortened them a little to keep the horse in place. He didn't want to turn down company, it was always more interesting and pleasant to share a meal with someone else than to eat alone. But maybe the stranger wanted to get on with her journey instead of talk with a golden-haired dwarf. [attr="class","stockbg2"]OOC: Dusk | Few clouds [newclass=".stockbg"]width:400px;height:550px;background-image:url('https://img.fotor.com/share/1483731187597WYP.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=".stocktext"]text-align:justify;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;height:455px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);padding:20px;color:#e1e1e1;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:transparent;[/newclass] [newclass=".stockbg2"]padding:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);color:#e1e1e1;text-align:center;font-size:8pt;height:35px;font-family:'Montserrat',sans-serif;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#b1b1b1;[/newclass] [newclass=".postsection"]margin-top:20px;height:395px;overflow:auto;padding-right:10px;background-color:rgba(64, 64, 64, 0.3);[/newclass]
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Post by Circa Del Rossi on Nov 3, 2017 16:10:35 GMT
Oceanic blue eyes stared at the figure from the cover of the tree she nearly hugged into. Her small frame pressed into the bark as fingers scratched a little nervously at the bark. He didn’t seem like he was trouble and by the sound of his voice, he was attempting to seem harmless and friendly. That caused her to ease a little more. She shouldn’t be so trusting. That was how she had run into those men back in the nearby city. She let her guard down and it was almost instantaneously they took advantage of it. She, however, was a very social creature and liked being around others…. And maybe… a little naive. She watched him for a moment more before deciding it was a risk she would just have to make if she decided to continue on any further. Tugging up the thick cloth that hung loosely around her neck she pulled it up over her nose and mouth and carefully stepped out. Her movements were slow but graceful ever cautious to any and all movements he would make. She then heard him introduce himself as Tharan. A small smile formed behind the thin black cloth and she nodded. ”I am Circa.” she spoke. Her words were gentle but held a fluid and even sounding tone. ”I hadn’t meant to startle your pony.” she said as she moved her slender hand pointing to the dappled grey animal. It seemed agitated and she hoped it wasn’t because of her.
She’d never met a dwarf before. It seemed she hadn’t had much experience with a lot of people other than her own colony. Her curious nature though had led her out and further from home this being the furthest she had gotten. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, Tharan."she said and then spoke up again once more with a little hesitance. However, with the inching colder weather steadily sweeping crossed the lands, she wasn't all too keen to stand without a fire blooming in front of her. " I was just thinking about setting up a fire around here… you and your steed are welcome to join me if you wish.” She held up a few small branches for kindling that she had gathered along her walk. ”Unless you prefer to keep going.” She ducked her head a bit in an apologetic manner. She wouldn’t hold him up any longer if he had wished to proceed otherwise if he wished to stick around for a few more minutes idle chatting would more than suffice as well. It seemed a little foolish to offer the stranger a seat at her fire but in her opinion, he looked like he could use a rest up as did his grumpy looking steed who was impatiently pawing at the ground beneath it.”Follow me if you wish.” she said and turned back on her heel and headed up the small path she had come down. She already had a bit of a fire pit started the only thing missing was the fire itself. Stepping around the small pit her eyes briefly wandered up to see if he had come or not.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Nov 4, 2017 10:45:33 GMT
Circa, it sounded foreign to him, even though he had met plenty of people with strange names, whenever he heard it he would find it strange and so very different from the names from home. "A pleasure to meet you, Circa" His voice still warm and friendly. Most people would tell him his voice was just as rough and some even told him he sounded like what they had imagined a dwarf would sound like. That comment always made him furrow his brow in confusion. The blond woman spoke again, apologizing and gestured to the pony. he couldn't help the chuckle escaping him as he gave the pony a few firm pat son the neck. "Don't worry about it, he is always grumpy." The dwarf was fond of his pony, but most of the time he gave off the impression of being agitated, timid and aggressive. It was a problem sometimes when the grey refused to get along with another horse, but when the situation called for the pony to carry its dwarf to safety of flying arrows, stones, narrow mountains paths or another rider it didn't disappoint. He had planned on getting further into the forest before setting up camp, but when she offered a place at her fire he might as well take the offer. Tharan was a dwarf with a love for the company of others, he enjoyed listening to them tell their tales, loved a good game and before he knew it he dismounted and took the pony by the reins and walked beside it, following the blond woman to her campsite. He would want to risk getting dismounted by a low hanging branch while walking the distance, so it was better to walk beside the pony. "Thank you, I have some leftover meat, we could share" It wasn't much but it would fill the bellies of two for the night and he had enough dried meat to survive getting lost for a couple of weeks, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to share. They arrived at the camp, she had already made a firepit and all it was missing was a warm fire. The golden-haired dwarf led the pony to the side of the camp and tied the pony to a protruding root in the ground. He got to work on stripping the pony of saddlebags, a roll of fur and the saddle. "What brings you to the forest?" He asked, curious about her business here, but also make some light conversation. Some were travelling to visit family, others were - like himself- seeking adventure. He dumped the baggage on the ground near the firepit, deciding he could set it up after they got the fire going. He went to the pony again and stroke the grey fur as he passed by it and bend over to pick up some twigs, pinecones and dry leaves.
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