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Post by Tricky on Nov 29, 2012 19:57:15 GMT -5
 I WIPE MY BROW AND SWEAT MY RUST "Aras-sayaing, are you really so determined to get us in trouble?" There is no trace of fear in Atheos’s voice, it is more like reluctance as he wanders a step behind his friend, his nose pressed to the horses rump, his whiskered chin brushing against the tanned hair serving as a constant reminder that this little venture was not a good idea. Rothlerche takes no heed of his friends concern, in his mind they had already embraced the sweet lips of adventures kiss the moment they had left Keluk territory behind them, said farewell to the familiar scents and smells of their tribelands and ventured into far more dangerous territory. "You can go home if you want- pantengi" Roe's shoots back, turning his antlered head to glance over his shoulder. Atheos's only response was to frown and turn his own head away from his friends gaze.
There was only a moderate amount of danger in the Valley, no more than usual (cougars, the lions of the mountains, and wolves if you were unlucky), but it wasn't TIndar Valley that Rothlerche was aiming for, he had his sights set far beyond the pine tree's and the ripple creeks.
"Roe-ysit, Witcher will not be pleased that you have wandered so far from the tribe without telling anyone That makes Roe pause for a moment, stopping his determined walk and turning him to face the tawny fur of his friends cheek. "You're right," for a momebt his face is sombre, there is no jovial lines of laughter and his eyes do not dance - it is a fleeting moment of seriousness, where the consequence of his wanders dawn on him.
And it is gone, as quickly as it came.
"Witcher will not know, and if he does find out then we will tell him we are scouting. After all, father has often said that I need to find my place in the tribe." He lets out a bout of laughter, "Maybe I shall be an explorer yet, Atheos," the young buck rolled his eyes, but did not leave his friends side, "a jester, more like"
And then, side by side, in the company of their silence, the two of them continue their journey through the Valley.
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Post by NASUADAA on Nov 29, 2012 20:29:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;]  --- TUNGLIO --- --- And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one--- He was the perfect child, he was the perfect horse. Moulded and crafted into the finest being that one could be, he could not step out of line, he could not speak up, he could not do this, he could not do that. Tunglio felt his jaw tighten, his ears swivelling back at the familiar sound of ruffling feathers. He knew what his feathery friend was thinking, the same thing he had always thought about anything to do with Tunglio's upbringing. The bird never actually said much, but it was very clear to Tune what he thought. "Now now, she was just trying to make my future the best that she could." He said softly, turning his head around to peer at the blue peacock with fond eyes. The bird flickered in and out of it's spiritual state, the body delving into transparency and back out again. Tunglio shook his head with a weary smile planted on his lips. Silly, moody bird.
It was then he noticed the sound of another speaking, Tune's head whipped up in the direction of where it had come from. There were two voices, though one was softer than the other. He glanced wearily at his feathery friend, who could this be? He wondered, peering at the ruffling trees and straining to hear the sound of shuffling hooves. A minute had passed before he saw the duo, a tall tanned male Er'Undi and a similar coloured stag wandering behind him. Tanglio stared at the strange two, his head tilting to the side as he cautiously took a step back to be side by side with his own spirit animal. "Kin-it Rakwor," he said softly, ears tilting back as he wondered if he was doing the right thing or not.
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Post by Tricky on Nov 30, 2012 4:47:59 GMT -5
I WIPE MY BROW AND SWEAT MY RUST They are opposite, unlikely.
And yet perhaps it is a good thing that it is Tunglio that finds him wandering amongst the valley’s leaf litter, and not his family or his leader. Atheos certainly thinks so, because he is already turning around towards the larger stallion, moving to brush his flank along his friends side, his antlers clacking against Rothlerche’s larger ones. Roe is not so happy to have company, and the look on his face as he turns could only be described as insolent. It only takes a warning kick from Atheos to wipe it clean.
He recognises Tunglio, the smell of the clan that clings to his skin, the large antlers that sit proudly on his head, the repressed tone and stony expression. "Kin-it," Rothlerche greets in response, his shoulders still tense, wary. Tunglio was not older than him, and bore no more authority in the tribe than Rothlerche did. But he was equally as capable of running home and letting the tribe warriors know that one of their youths had decided to venture into Arcaian land.
"I do not think we have met, not properly" any tense-ness is gone from his shoulders in that moment, when Rothlerche puts aside his wanderlust and focuses instead on the company before him, "I am Rothlerche, this is Atheos," beside him the deer dips his head, but remains quiet and faithful by his companions side, "I have seen you around before, sayeing, but I do not know your name."
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Post by NASUADAA on Dec 1, 2012 19:03:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png)][atrb=style, padding: 10px;] --- TUNGLIO --- --- And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one--- Tunglio could feel the tension build the brown Er'Undi, it was not the thick, daunting type of tension you would feel in midst of a battle or confrontation with an Arcaian, but the tension was still there. The honey dappled stallion took a weary step back, glancing between the unknown Er'Undi (who smelled very much of the Keluk tribe) and the stag. He could hear the feathers ruffling, but he did not bother to turn since he knew his own spirit animal was already disappearing. The peacock hated company as much as Tunglio did, the only difference between the two of them were that the peacock could disappear any time he wanted, where as Tunglio didn't have that option. Gritting his teeth together momentarily, he forced a friendly smile on his lips. "No, I do not believe we have." The politeness was inbuilt in his system, there was no way he could turn and be done with this conversation. There was no way he could back down and hide like his spiritual friend could.
He moved his head to the side, a weary look as he saw the empty space where the blue peacock once was. "I must apologize for the rudeness of my spirit animal, he does not like strangers all that much." Inwardly he sighed, a heavy, drawn out sigh. "However I am Tunglio, it is a pleasure to meet you both." He dipped his head, and smiled softly.
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