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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 8, 2006 9:58:41 GMT -5
His heavy footfalls seemed loud, even to Jared himself. He was quite away ahead of the rest of his tribe, the assorted collection of centaurs. There were a few wiry deer centaurs, their steps light and soft. There was one single horse centaur, her brown and white tail glossy and seemingly forever swishing about in the light. The rest were crosses between them all, a few appearing to have goat-like bodies - much like Jared. All of them, with the exception of a few hardy males, wore leather jackets made from the hide of their prey. Assorted clothing decorated the already multicoloured tribe.
The skewbald horse centaur broke into a canter, her tail swishing behind her as she moved forward toward Jared. Her leather jerkin bounced slightly against her light skin as she gracefully moved forward, each hoof carefully placed on the ground. The muddy and stony ground beneath her feet flicked up and stained her bright brown and white coat, adding to her already muddy legs and stomach.
"Strong-arm!" she called, her fair voice ringing through the cold and foggy air. It took Jared a while to realise she had called his name, and a few seconds after her calling he stopped and threw a look over his shoulder. Her name was, "Half-moon..." Jared grumbled to himself, turning his head forward again to peer down into the valley they were about to travel into.
"Heey.." she almost whickered, slowing to a lively trot before halting next to him, gently pulling his arm to stop him, "The children are tired... Little-foot caught his leg in a bramble and Crescent-moon has to carry him." Jared almost groaned out loud after the few seconds it took his brain to whirr and process the words.
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 8, 2006 10:46:58 GMT -5
Jared glared out across to the other side of the steep-sloped valley. There was no shelter nearby whatsoever and he knew through experience that setting up tents and such would take valuable time. They needed to find good land before the start of the warm year.
"Strong-arm?" Half-moon murmured curiously, side-stepping in a dancing motion to see his face. Her eyes followed his gaze and settled upon the distant horizon, "Listen... Send Quick-foot to scout ahead - there appears to be a forested area ahead. We could find somewhere there, yes?"
Jared found himself nodding, although he knew not what he was agreeing to. He always found himself nodding when they said yes at the end of their question. It was an automatic response to that word it seemed, especially when she raised the pitch of her voice like that.
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 8, 2006 11:01:41 GMT -5
The wiry and quick-footed (as his name describes) deer-like centaur bounded forward down the slippery slope of the valley. He slipped down on his hocks briefly, before his fragile hind legs launched him forward and into the air, feet landed quietly on the marshy basin of the valley.
Mud splashed up and about the small centaur as he bounded along, soon to set off up the steep slope that would be hard for any animal to scale, especially in the fading light.
Jared grumbled to himself, still trying to figure out what he agreed to as he half slid, half gingerly stepping, down the slippery slope after the scout. The rag-tag group following behind and carefully picking their way down the slope. A few deer-youngsters happilly laughed as the bounded down the slop in the same fashion of Quick-foot, thoroughly enjoying the chance to play in mud.
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Post by Shuri on Mar 18, 2006 12:21:53 GMT -5
She leapt from dry patch to dry patch, her silvery hair streaming out behind her as she made her way through the boggy terrain. Her eyes were focused on one thing: the dimly shining light that was the front gates of Fraerun.
Faint voices caught her attention as she was in mid-bound. She froze, her wings partially unfurled, still as a statue, as she tried to locate the sound. Her hand crept to the hilt of her sword.
The voices sounded again, this time recognizable as laughter, accompanied by the faint clip-clopping of hooves against stone.
Centaurs? Or deer-folk? she wondered. Quickly and silently she used her wings to launch herself to the next dry patch of earth and returned to her more human form. Whatever they are, I'm not sure whether they are friend or foe . . .
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 19, 2006 6:08:20 GMT -5
The youngsters bounded aheadof the group, most of them plastered in mud - even a few of the 'mature' girls had joined in and enjoyed it thoroughly. Soon, however, the boys began to play rough and there was a few screams and wailings that they weren't playing fair. It was hard to tell what game they were playing when one came to study them, at first it seemed like a friendly game of tag before it soon became deadly serious and turned into hide and seek.
Jared grumbled to himself at the loud noises, stomping through the boggy ground at the same steady pace. Half-moon on the other hand gasped and trotted forward to seperate the children with the aid of a few more women. It took them a while, but in the end they had managed to seperate the warring boys and settled the few children that had resorted to crying.
Quick-foot, the scout, came quickly bounding back from where he had spotted a figure, motionning them all to be quiet. Silence was not immediatly established. There was a cry of delight from a few of the youngsters at the return of Quick-foot, many of them joining in and bounding alongside the scout. Jared blinked and squinted in the direction he had come from, wondering why he had returned.
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Post by Shuri on Mar 19, 2006 7:56:50 GMT -5
So they've seen me, she thought as the racket suddenly died.
She stood motionless, watching the spot she had seen the face of a young deer-folk just moments before. Her hand rested on the hilt of her blade, ready to be drawn if need be.
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 21, 2006 4:41:45 GMT -5
Half-moon peered up at Jared, tapping his shoulder before speaking, "Go and check it out, yes? Don't kill anything please." she asked in a sing song voice, raising the pitch of her voice at the yes.Jared nodded involantarily before he realised what was going on. His heavy hooves clopped forward, sinking into the boggy ground until he lifted them again to move forward.
He was followed carefully by Quick-foot, the dainty deer quiet even on the wet ground. They both wielded bows, although Jared's looked bigger and a lot stronger. Jared aproached the area his scout had returned from, oblivious to what he might find, with a thick shafted arrow nocked and the string of his longbow half drawn.
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Post by Shuri on Mar 21, 2006 17:27:10 GMT -5
She heard the quiet, almost inaudible sound of hooves approaching from the place she had seen the face. She turned, silent as she watched for any sign of danger. Shifting shadows, one looking like a deer-centaur, the other a larger goat-like one. The creak of wood, the quiet hiss of an arrow shaft being drawn against a bow.
"Foes . . ." she whispered, and she changed.
Her eyes grew cat-like and pinkish-red, whitish wings and a tail, covered in a pearly sheen, sprouted from her body, her nails turned longer, sharper, and her canines elongated.
Whatever they were, they didn't seem to like her.
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 23, 2006 7:13:01 GMT -5
Jared burst through a dead bush, the branches snagging on his coat and trying to stop him. Quick-foot bounded gracefully over the fallen tree next to it. The deer-centaur drew his bow before pausing and glancing toward Jared who was still cantering clumsily forward. He would have continued forward if it weren't for his eyes accidentally peering down at the figure he was about to trample. He recoiled back after a second in suprise, drawing the bow to its full power.
The small deer made a noise that resembled a call for him to stop, it taking a while to sink in as Jared aimed. Sulkily, the large centaur lowered the aim of his bow and snorted at the dainty figure.
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Post by Shuri on Mar 23, 2006 15:47:02 GMT -5
She saw the surprised fear flash across the young deer-centaur's face, and hissed a warning as he drew his bow as far back as it could go. However, she did turn back to her humaniod form save for her wings, tail, and eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked.
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 25, 2006 15:20:26 GMT -5
"First tell us why you here." the small deer called from his slight vantage point of a small mound. Jared gave a grunt and glared at him for a while before glaring at the female figure.( Writers block T-T)
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Post by Shuri on Mar 25, 2006 15:37:14 GMT -5
She felt the goat-centaur's gaze but pretended to think nothing of it. She focused most of her attention on the young deer-centaur.
"I'm just passing through to Fraerun. Is that such a crime?" she asked. "Now tell me: what do you want?"
((heh heh, same here ^^"))
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 27, 2006 4:43:07 GMT -5
"Frearun..." Jared murmured, it sounding more like a growl. The deer-centaur blinked at him, fluffy ears twitching, "What Frearun?" His voice was slow, pronouncing every syllable and attempting to say Frearun exactly a she had. It sounded like a place where they could stay - if this figure was going there, why couldn't he?
Meanwhile, back with the rest of the herd, Half-moon was busy trying to amuse the children in a quiet game. She was challenging them who could keep their mouths closed the longest, the winner would get three berries she had found. So far they were going quite well, many of them sitting (laying would have been a better word) in a circle giving each other a look and trying to put them off.
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Post by Shuri on Mar 27, 2006 15:48:52 GMT -5
She stood staring at them with impassive reddish-pink eyes, her hand still resting on the hilt of her sword. She had heard the muttered growl from the goat-centaur, but they still hadn't answered her question.
After what seemed like eternity she sighed, and reverted back to her humanoid form, and turned away.
"Well, if that matter is settled, then I'll be on my way . . ."
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Post by Jared Mi'intarlo on Mar 29, 2006 2:17:01 GMT -5
Jared growled at the turned back, taking it as an insult to him. No one turned their back on Jared. Lifting a strong arm and drawing the bowstring, he took quick aim before his fingers let the bowstring slip.
The arrow raced through the air in a small arc, the power from the strong bow propelling it almost horizontally toward the shoulder of the human figure.
The deer-centaur gasped and took a step back, turning his head to see where the rest of the herd was. This wasn't good, perhaps he should get help - an angry Jared was a hard thing to stop.
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