Sang
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Post by Sang on Nov 30, 2012 4:52:02 GMT -5
The ground was soft, yet crunchy beneath her hooves as she moved, the strong outer shell of her feet pressing firmly into the frost layered mud and grass under foot. The air was still, a faint mist rolling over the lands as her large form slowly strolled across an open meadow, coat damp from the moist air and wet grass that surrounded her. Stopping for a moment, the young mare craned her neck upwards, dark blue eyes settling on the rising sun as she stood quietly for several minutes just soaking in the first morning rays before starting to trudge forward. It was a good half hour or so later before the mare known as Amoga’yvhi reached her intended destination, the heart of the Keluk territory. By this time the sun had risen high enough that the land beneath her feet had been bathed in a warm orange-red glow and her buckskin roan coat shimmered like a burnt topaz in the mornings early light. Letting out a loud huff, a large vent of steam escaped her nostrils rising into the damp air like a plume of cloud as the young female stopped short of a small embankment, ears perking forward as she casually peered down towards the ravine below. Pawing the ground for a moment to test her footing, Yvhi then strode forward gingerly, carefully placing her feet one by one as she skittered and slid slowly down the embankment, mud and dust flying everywhere in the process. A minute or so later, she finally found herself on solid ground once again. Taking a moment to survey her surroundings she then gave out a slight grunt, stretching first her neck, followed by her back and then finally her flank in a quick contorted movement, relieving herself of any built up dirt or mud being flung from her golden tanned coat. Her mind seemed to wander a bit as she stood waiting. Yvhi was not sure what for exactly, but had learnt long ago to trust her instincts in the matter. Shifting her hindquarters slightly, her ears swiveled at the sudden crunch of leaves underfoot, dark marine eyes darting towards the woods a few feet in front of her. Curling her lips slightly, she let out a slight warning bray, head tilting forward, the massive elk rack upon her head directed towards the trees. There was then a loud snarl from above her, and a blur of tawny fur as her spirit companion (a very large male cougar) seemed to bound from the mist itself, the pads of its feet touching down lightly as it landed a few feet from her. Calm Xe’thas.
She spoke, almost melodically, eyes only leaving the wooded front for a moment to ensure that her companion was still at her side and had not dived into the foliage beyond. Scenting the air, her nostrils flared as she took in a vaguely familiar scent. Home. Her tribe. But there was more…that particular scent was recognizable. Witcher. Kin-it Tanach-ysit Witcher. It has been many seasons. Come, step forth I am no Rakwor. (( I can change this if you want, I assume she just recognized his scent though she left when she was two, since we talked about it briefly sorry the post was so short :S 5 years since I rp’d horses. At least. )). 514 words. Short. Oh well.
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Post by ЯED on Dec 5, 2012 21:39:14 GMT -5
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[style=font-size:22pt; font-family: times; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #000000; letter-spacing: 3px; color:#6a634f;]W I T C H E R they tell us to see, speak and hear no evil but the problem is, the evil lives within us |
[/i]. He had assumed the shaman that served the past tribal leader would be the same under his own reign...it made more sense than for two who knew nothing about the positions they now carried to be pushed together; Witcher now found the practice ridiculous and foolish. It would for sure spell the downfall of the tribe to have two who knew nothing of what they were doing trying to lead and guide. Despite his opinions and outlook however there was not much he could do to change the current events; it would cause a riot if he attempted to change or alter the traditions and he did not feel comfortable in his position to attempt such a change as well. So he had been told that a new shaman would soon follow him in becoming the new leader though they had not been forthcoming on exactly when; he had only had one audience with the previous shaman before the other was killed meaning his tribe had been without a shaman and though it was hidden well he could feel everyone's panic and tension; what was their tribe with a juvenile warrior leader and no shaman to guide him in wisdom he lacked? It was hidden rather poorly the more older generations opinion of him; he was still much too young as well without the years to weather him and would more than likely run first into any sort of war for the mere thrill. Perhaps they were right.....; Witcher liked to believe he had more sense then they gave him credit for, but then again his was of a warriors village who valued the warrior and battle over most everything else. Where was honor in anything else? Shaking his head he snorted in irritation; he would not lead by wisdom, no that would be the shamans' concern when they decided to return. The process still did not sit well with the tribal chief; he had scowled darkly at the old council of equines arguing only one would make it back meaning they had wasted lives of those who could have been used as warriors or keep their numbers high enough as a threat to their enemies. How was willingly depleting their numbers any good? He had left the circle already in a foul mood, the eagle no where to be seen around the black brute. Even now the distorted bird chose to keep himself from sight though Witcher could feel the creature hovering not too far off; black eyes watching him with an intensity. It had been questioned exactly the purpose of his own spirit animal; many did not believe it guided him in any way - did not bestow words of wisdom or warnings as it had never been heard to be speaking as well it could not be for protection as it was so often not seen around Witcher himself. Sometimes he wondered the birds purpose and then in some ways he only he could understand it. He did not know the eagles' age but it seemed to share the same scars as his own body with an aged sort of wisdom so perhaps...just perhaps the eagle was his wisdom. The bird in question screeched loudly from somewhere among the trees; a warning of sorts which was followed by the low growling of some sort of predator no doubt. Muscles tensed beneath black flesh to where it almost looked painful; black lips pulled back over ivory teeth in a deep sneer for the creature in which had threatened him. The weight of his antlers was a heavy burden now upon his skull he could feel fully as if he would start shaking in any moment if not able to clash them into something. Everything in that moment was quite to the point he could hear nearly every animal in the surrounding area; every breathe and listening so intently you would think he could pick up the very wind. "Kin-it Tanach-ysit Witcher. It has been many seasons. Come, step forth I am no Rakwor." The greeting did nothing to lessen his tense muscles that now ached and shook with how tightly and quickly he had held himself. He recognized the scent if only vaguely; realization seemed to slam into his mind. He had not seen 'Yvhi in many years and from hearing only recently of how the shaman were chosen he could only assume she was indeed amongst those who had been considered. She had disappeared around the time those for the shaman would have though he had not given it much thought as they were not close and years of obtaining scars upon his own body tended to drown out the memories of those he knew from his childhood. Finally moving he stepped from the trees once more sneering somewhat at the cougar who was well seemed to hiss at him in return - his only return was to merely snort before facing the mare before him. "Kin-it." As it always was the greeting came out robotic and automatic. Watching from the corner of his eye he saw the large predatory bird of his own break the tree line as well and almost as if he were teasing, swooping down to-ward the cougar and baring it's talons thought it never touched; it's been seemingly dissolving at the moment it would have connected with the other. Witcher watched a moment more as his companion decided to perch upon his antlers before they both looked upon the mare before them. "I must say it has been quite a long time." Shifting his weight around the muscle above his eye ticked slightly. "As well I would have never expected...this."[/color] [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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