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Post by Sky Rider on Aug 10, 2012 0:04:40 GMT -5
REYNEReyne gazed at the water, allowing the steady rhythm of its movement to soothe him. It was a soothing he desperately needed, as he pondered the strange path his life had taken. If anyone had asked him in his youth what he would be doing in his middle years, he would proudly and assuredly said that he would be serving the order loyally. But here he was, ten years old and a traitor to his people. The herd who had taken him in when he was born, who had loved him and cherished him; he had betrayed them. It hurt deeply, to know that he could never return to the lands he had called home, see the faces of those he'd called friends, or hear the voice of the one he'd called mother. He only prayed that death had taken her before she had a chance to learn what he'd done.
But he'd had to do it. Or at least, that's how he had felt, and how he still felt. His life had been built on the deaths of others, their fear and suffering, the anguish of their loved ones. He shuddered to think about the sins he'd committed, all in the name of the order. There was blood on his hooves that would never wash out, and a scar on his soul that would never go away. And he would never escape his old life, not truly. Traitors to the order were not allowed to live; he knew very well he was being hunted, and he knew that he would not stay ahead of them forever. He was not as young as he used to be, and deep down, he knew he deserved to die. He just didn't want to; he was afraid. How ironic, that an assassin would fear death.
"speech"
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Post by Sync on Aug 10, 2012 1:06:11 GMT -5
 Salt was in disbelief. Yesterday, she had had her first run in with another equine for weeks. A monarch. The meeting hadn't gone well at all. And why was she in disbelief? She'd nearly made the King cry! Snickering quietly, she trudged through the clingy sand heavily. Her limbs hurt, she still had not rested since arriving. She did not care that she made noise. She couldn't be bothered to hide now. It was exhausting. She was exhausted. Dragging her back feet, she held her head low, her annoyingly fluffy mane flopping into her eyes. Snorting in disinterest, she watched as a few grains Of sand dislodged and scattered quickly. Mimicking the action again, Salt growled softly as the scent of stallion once again reached her nares. Stomping her front hoof in frustration, then sighing as pain climbed through her muscles rapidly, Salt did not stop. She needed to get to the water. She needed to cool her aches and pains, and the ocean like water mass would be perfect.
Looking up as the scent grew stronger, She frowned at the sight of the paint. Popping her lips, she tilted her cranium as he seemed lost in thought, but his expression worried. Shrugging, she plodded past him at a wide birth and into the cool water. A groan of delight slipped past her lips, the waves licking at her pillars lovingly, tickling her aches and pushing them back. Moving deeper, she allowed the clear water to reach her mid barrel. It didn't take much depth as her stocky frame was easily covered. "You like to stare, don't ya?" She finally offered to her company. He had been staring out at the water, seemingly at just the waves. It was just something she had noticed. Turning her beady eyes on him, she frowned. He certainly let off quite an air. She just couldn't place what it was. There was quiet. But underlying, it seemed dangerous. Salt was a little perplexed. He was definitely already the most interesting of the grand total of two equines she'd met since arriving in Thunder Plains.
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Post by Sky Rider on Aug 10, 2012 1:43:24 GMT -5
REYNEIt was almost impossible to sneak up on Reyne, and the newcomer made no effort to be quiet. He heard her first, walking through the sand, shuffling slightly, and then, as she got closer, he caught her scent, and noted that she was a mare. Gender didn't matter all that much to Reyne, he knew very well that a mare could be more of a threat to him than a stallion; what mattered was that her scent was unfamiliar. That meant she wasn't here to kill him, unless she was a lunatic. They wouldn't send a new acoylte to kill him, he was too skilled; they would send seasoned assassins, and he knew them all. So he made no move to ackowledge the mare, instead continuing to muse as he gazed at the water. He would let her make the first move, or not; perhaps she was here for solitude as well. He would not deny her.
He caught sight of her as she passed beside him, and he noted her small stature. He also noted that she appeared to be around the same age as he was, so he wasn't surprised when she waded into the water, letting out a groan of pleasure. His own joints and muscles ached sometimes, though he was very tolerant of pain, and he seemed not to ache as much as other horses of his age. But, he understood what she was doing, and thought how nice the water must feel. He turned his head toward her when she spoke, and nodded solemnly.
"Sometimes I do."
He regarded her calmly, wondering if she was a pony or a small horse, before deciding he didn't really care. He had been travelling the land by himself for many months, avoiding contact with others as much as possible. But, he didn't like solitude, it was lonely, and unnatural. He yearned for conversation, however brief, before moving on, trying to stay three steps ahead of the order. She had spoken to him, and he hoped that meant she was open to talking; he would try, at least.
"My name is Reyne. Yourself?
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Post by Sync on Aug 11, 2012 19:05:48 GMT -5
His solemn nod made her chuckle slightly. Okay, this guy was quite intense. Quiet, intense and mysterious? That was what it was! He was mysterious! Mentally patting herself on the back for placing it, she waded deeper. Her back ached too. Submerging herself to the base of her neck, she kept her gaze on him. There wasn't too much he could do to her in the water any way, she was fairly safe. His voice was calm, she liked that. Nodding to his answer, as she did not know what to say back, she regarded him as he did to her. He was large, though not as large as she'd seen others before. Palomino and white, a nice colouring. She'd heard of another stallion in these lands of that colouring. A monarch. She didn't care all that much, it was passing gossip. She had heard some mares talking about him. She hadn't stayed to listen for long, so knew nothing more of him. Before that, they had been talking about another monarch. One, apparently, names Roland.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts on the royalty as he spoke again, she dipped her cranium to take a long pull. Letting the liquid wash through her throat as she mulled his name over in her mind. Reyne. Interesting. Not King Reyne, he was not a monarch it seemed. Watching him for a moment as she took another gulp, she lifted her maw and shook her head, the tips of her banner grazing the surface of the clear water. "Salt." She gave her name to him, walking forward from the deeper water. It now swirled around the tops of her legs, she was not quite ready to leave just yet. A few more minutes. "Are you herdless?" She asked him curiously, pawing at the water slightly to test her joints. There was pain, but nowhere near as much. Salt did not particularly care if he had a herd or not, but she was quite interested why he was here alone. He seemed troubled, Salt had no idea why though. Pursing her lips before flattening them again, she lowered her head to take another drink. She guessed she could keep the conversation going until one of them left.
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