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Theodoric Martin · 10-30-2010, 03:55 AM

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all welcome. (wc: 295)

Theodoric had been planning (and putting off) a scavenging trip to Halifax for nearly a week now. He had, for the most part, settled into life in AniWaya. He now called one of the village huts his own, and had put considerable work into repairing the building. The Scottish immigrant had the home nearly arranged to his satisfaction, but was missing a few key pieces. Some things he hoped he could trade for among the craftsmen of his new tribe. For others, he knew he was better off looking through old human settlements. According to an ancient atlas, there were two small cities near the packlands and Halifax, which was further afield. In his limited scavenging experience, the smaller towns were nearly picked clean of anything useful; since he was looking for a few specialized items, Theo decided that despite its distance, the city was the better option. His ponies kvetched at being loaded with rations and empty saddlebags, but ceased most of their complaining once they were on the road again.

After a two and a half days of meandering travel, Theodoric reached his destination in one of Halifax’s urban shopping districts. Although late morning, the sun had yet to burn away the remnants of last night’s chill, and the Gatlvska pulled his navy travelling cloak tight around his narrow shoulders. The ponies’ hooves clanked loudly against the battered and broken cement of the city’s streets, and the equines flared their nostrils at the noise. Many of the buildings Theo encountered were in ruin, their valuable contents destroyed. Others were blocked by tangled undergrowth and nearly impossible to get into. Theodoric pulled his ‘wish-list’ out of a pant pocket, surveyed his surroundings, and sighed. This was going to take longer than he would like.

Legacy Kali · 11-02-2010, 08:25 PM

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Why hello there lovely!

She had discussed her plans with no one, the varied eyed Stormbringer being the closest thing she would call a friend here, and instead had made the journey to and from the lands her Aunt roosted in in a relative speed. She was fast on four feet, keeping nothing with her, and had taken most of her traveling during the day when others slept. Her reunion with her stallion had been....breathtaking, almost wrenching her heart the way that their first meeting had. He had been fussy since she had left, according to Alarice, and now that they were back together the trip 'home' had taken a mere four days. He had not taken to Alarice well, and she had eased him back into their longer rides slowly. By the last day though, they were positively flying!

It was Manaba first who heard the sound of the hooves dancing merrily ahead and it drew Legacy's eyes towards the sound. Curiously she slowed her proud stallion and eased herself off from his back, holding her hand on his neck as she walked at his side as they approached the mainroad only to spy a man with his horses. Silently, she watched him, unaware completely that he had once known her mother and served beneath her and the woman that Legacy had grown up knowing as her Grandmother. Theodoric was a man who had dabbled in Jaded Shadows, though she did not know him.

Theodoric Martin · 11-03-2010, 01:14 AM

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hello dahling! I've missed rp'ing with you <3 (wc: 283)

In truth, Theodoric remembered only a little detail about the months he spent in Jaded Shadows. Back then, by his family’s standards he had just become a man and he still had all of youth’s insecurities. It had been his first trip away from home, and he had been so paranoid at the thought of doing something wrong that it paralyzed him, socially. No, Theodoric’s memories of his time in Jaded Shadows were not specifics, but generalities. The people, the landscape, and the culture had all made lasting and irrevocable impressions. They were the inspiration for his woven masterwork and they were what eventually beckoned him back across the sea.

Theodoric, engrossed in evaluating the scavenging ‘wish-list’ he had brought with him, was unaware that a link to his social past had approached on a magnificent bay stallion. Duncan, however, caught the scent of a rival male, and balked on the lead reign. The mare’s response was more subdued, but she rolled her eyes at the scent of an unfamiliar stallion. Long days on the road taught Theo to pay attention to his ponies’ behavior. His plans temporarily thwarted, Theo shoved the scrap of paper back into his legging pocket, renewed the grip on the leads, and peered into his surroundings for the source of the equine’s distress. “Hello?” He called out uncertainly, his keener senses dulled by the presence of so much concrete, decay, and long-forgotten dreams.

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