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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2024 7:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2024 7:38 pm
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Warda approached the graveyard, a branch of cherry blossoms in her mouth. She had pulled the branch down in the still (1) morning, rupturing (2) the silence as it cracked beneath her hooves. The cutting (3) still held its floral scent, though it might not for much longer.
The dark mare had come here with the intention of contributing (4) to honoring the memory of a friend - a friend who had died in a battle they had fought against a draconic (5) enemy not of their own choosing. But it didn't matter; they had been mercenaries, paid to be there. Sometimes, they paid with their lives. Pre-conceived (6) notions about rules of engagement meant nothing on the battlefield.
As she reached the boundary of the burial ground, Warda noticed that it was surprisingly well-cared for. Annual (7) blooming plants grew neatly, their positions obviously strategized to maximize sun's relationship with their budding (8) stems. Happy bees ricocheted (9) around the semi-shaded park. Suddenly, she felt a bit besotted (10) with her friend's resting place. She meandered through the rows of stones, wondering which belonged to the friend who had made it to the other side.
Somewhat day-dreaming (11) as she wandered, Warda didn't realize that she had an audience (12).
WC: 198
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2024 8:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2024 6:52 pm
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Warda Warda's reverie shattered as a tornado of feline (13) fur and a scalding (14) screech sped toward her. The creature looked like one of the things she had fought in her career - demonspawn, the bane (15) of many a soldier. Warda believed they were called shifters, and this one was practically spitting with animosity. Her instincts screamed at her to shift into a battle stance, but instead, Warda used her training to remain remarkably calm at the sudden confrontation.
Carefully lowering her blooming branch to the ground so she could speak, Warda used the opportunity to survey her surroundings. Out of her peripheral vision, she caught sight of two tiny foals, and she smiled internally. That explained the alarm sparked in the creature before her; she was protecting the small ones, though Warda wasn't really an individual they would need protection from. Still, she understood; protecting these foals' halcyon (16) days of peaceful spring before they were over was a worthy priority. "My name is Warda," she said softly. "I am here to pay respects to a friend who I believe is buried here. He perished in a battle."
WC: 185
Delara Entirely oblivious to the interaction happening nearby, the itty bitty red foal bounced along after Auntie Char, doing her best to assist with the now familiar (17) duty of removing weeds from their plantings. Auntie Char had introduced them to this duty soon after the popped from their baskets (18), so they could feel helpful once they could reliably walk (and do something other than waddle around after their herdmates, singing doggerel (19) like babies were wont to do. Though, Delara would argue, whether or not her songs were doggerel was up to interpretation (20). She thought they were quite cute, like her.)
Carefully scooping up a bunch of weeds with her tiny mouth, Delara delivered them to Auntie Char's basket. The thing she enjoyed least about this was that sometimes, she was just inaccurate enough to end up with a mouthful of dirt... but Mommy said that would make her body strong. So she supposed she didn't really mind, but the feeling of grit between her teeth was absolutely gross!
WC: 167
Samhain Samhain looked on from nearby as Auntie Char took a turn babysitting her foals. She was incredibly grateful that she was basically raising them with a built-in village - acquiring them in the first place was a complete accident, so she was happy to have the support as she figured out just what the heck she was doing. She loved them. For a long time, Samhain had worried they might cramp her style in various ways, but they had turned out to bring her so much joy that she didn't even care. Somehow, she had the ability to lie in the grass and breathe in the scent of fresh-blooming trees and flowers, still get all her chores done, and listen to the sound of her children giggling. Because of her herd, she was able to find peace doing what she had done before, with the added fun of tiny foals.
(That was, of course, until they got old enough to be mischievous. She had been warned.)
Casting a glance over to her immediate family as Runa activated her own alarm system, Samhain blinked slowly at them. "Who do you think this stranger could turn out to be?" she asked.
WC: 198
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2024 8:02 pm
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Runa would have loved to continue her scalding comments, but the mare showed no signs of aggression. The shifter mantled her wings a moment more as the mare lowered the object she was carrying to the ground. She noted it was a flowering branch. Not an item usually brought if one intended to attack a group. Runa shook her head, she wouldn't let any pre-conceived notions block her from doing her job.
"I am Runa. You've entered the Graveyard Herd's territory. Do no harm to either those who live here or the gravestones and you'll be allowed to pass freely." How she hated saying that last part! Veslorurn insisted though, and since he'd allowed her to remain and watch over her parent's graves, she obeyed. That didn't make it any easier. Not many came here anyhow, but some sometimes came to pay respects. WC: 143
Casper was startled when the peace and quite became loud screeching. Mostly by one present. He quickly scampered back towards his family and called Delara to come with him. Something was going down and he had no idea what! But it was scary. He leaned up against his mother's side and peered out at the scene that he was too young to understand. WC: 63
Charnette absolutely adored having foals around. Her own boys had grown up so fast! Plus she'd had four boys somehow. She really hoped she got some girls next time around, just like Samhain. For now, she would absolutely dote on the foals even if they weren't hers. She was startled, not something she experienced often!, as Runa sounded her warning. Really did she have to be so obnoxious sometimes?
As the alpha mare she stepped forward to take control of the situation. Runa could be a little too zealous in her duties, but it did ensure they remained as safe as possible. "Down Kitty," she commanded and waited until the shifter settled into a sphinx pose on the grass before stepping forward. "Apologies. We don't usually get many visitors in this deep without prior warning."
She cast a speculative eye over the mare. She looked unusual and seemed to have flowers growing out of her body. Charnette knew of someone who was interested in flowers, almost to the exclusion of all else. "I'm Charnette and the Alpha mare here. Please be welcomed. You said you were looking for a grave? I'm sorry to hear that you've lost someone close to you. If you don't mind, could you tell me more about it or him? We might be able to help you find it." WC: 223
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2024 10:03 pm
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Delara Blinking as her brother called her name, Delara finally looked up at the situation, watching Runa go from fluffed up in all her glory to sitting calmly like a scolded but obedient kitten. The site was so foreign to Delara that, watching it unfold as she walked, she ended up walking directly into her brother's flank, bumping him into their mother. "Oops!" she exclaimed, drawing back slightly and shuffling her feet sheepishly. "Sorry," she whispered. "I was watching what's happening over there... Runa seems maybe not happy." It was not good when Runa wasn't happy. Tiptoeing around her mother's side, Delara peeked under her tummy to keep an eye on things and tried to stay out of the way.
WC: 119
Samhain Tucking her little colt up against her side by scooping him against her with her spade-ended tail, Samhain watched the interaction between Runa, Auntie Char, and the stranger. She was prepared to spirit her foals away at any moment should the need arise, but she didn't feel the inkling of danger yet. This stranger appeared surprisingly calm and collected, for being confronted by one who would normally be perceived as highly dangerous, at the very least. Samhain wondered what could be wrong with her to provoke such a non-reaction.
WC: 89
Warda Observing the interaction between the blue mare and the shifter, Warda realized that the blue mare must be the alpha - and then she introduced herself and said as much. Bowing her head, Warda acknowledged her in a way she hoped Charnette (and her guard cat) found adequately respectful. "The loss was quite some time ago, but thank you," Warda said softly. "He was a warrior, a mercenary... Like me, before I retired." May as well get that out of the way quickly. "My understanding is that he was severely injured in battle but was not found, so he may have been laid to rest somewhere nearby. Do you have burials for anyone matching that description?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2024 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2024 9:01 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2024 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2024 6:11 pm
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Warda followed along behind Charnette, listening to her chatter while her eyes flitted about her surroundings. This place seemed as peaceful as it looked from an outsider's perspective - birds sang in the trees above, butterflies fluttered about, bees buzzed contentedly. There was no alarm or dead silence of an ominous place.
They approached a stallion who looked suspiciously like Charnette, though he was mostly red - briefly, in the back of her mind, Warda wondered who his father was, though she supposed it could be of little consequence. The familiar way Charnette greeted him confirmed to Warda that Bakkhos was Charnette's son. Putting her branch down so she could introduce herself, Warda smiled at Bakkhos. Then, looking next to her where Charnette had been, Warda made to say a thank you - only to find that the mare had disappeared.
Laughing at herself, and her apparently failed instincts, Warda blinked as she was interrupted from introducing herself by the tiniest little creature. A mouse with little butterfly wings had approached her. "Hello," she said. "I am Warda. You seem quite careful, but I should still warn you that most of those are, in fact, attached." Looking up at the stallion again, she said, "I would greatly appreciate your help. Interestingly, this mercenary referred to himself as a rogue with no allegiance, though like most of us, his allegiance was to himself. I'm not sure what his true name was, but he referred to himself as Vagabond."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2024 6:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2024 6:47 pm
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Warda smiled down at Nectar again. "It's quite alright, it's an unusual thing to encounter! They do grow all year, and they sting a bit when detached. It's lovely to meet you both - I appreciate your guidance."
Walking and conversing with them through a few rows of the neatly manicured graves, Warda looked for the one she thought might belong to her friend. Unfortunately, there was little enough information that they were not able to identify one grave in particular, but Warda was grateful when Bakkhos and Nectar offered to observe a moment of silence among the rows anyway. Content that she had fulfilled her purpose in coming here, Warda left her branch of cherry blossoms on one of the unidentified graves as an offering. She, Bakkhos, and Nectar talked long into the evening, and she offered an extra hoof as needed. Their work seemed unthanked, but even so, to Warda, it seemed like work worth doing.
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