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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2020 9:41:37 GMT -5
[ sorry, Iโve been super busy lately! Yโall can go ahead and do some posts before me, but Iโll promise Iโll have something up in the next day or two ]
And I really love those maps!! ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 29, 2020 20:19:58 GMT -5
  Delilah Flora Munch
the barmaid
After a few more moments of struggling with the Blight, Delilah took her knife out of the creature's cranium and jumped away, rolling into the sand. She quickly got back up to her feet and took off, hoping to get out of any Blight's paths. Should she run into another she wasn't afraid to slash and cut into the decaying thing.
Morgan's words barely caught Delilah's attention in her rush to get out, but she heard enough to know what she needed to do next. Her short legs made her slower than the other members of the gang, but she was able to get everything she owned - it wasn't a lot, but it meant enough to her to risk a few more minutes out in the open with Blights crawling around like an infestation. As soon as everything was secure, she whistled for Buttercup, the mare having been one of the few horses to have broken their tethers in the attack. Even in the chaos the mare came to her rider's command. "Whoah, girl," Delilah breathed as the buckskin pawed nervously at the ground, the whites of her eyes showing and her nostrils flaring with each breath.
Delilah made quick work of strapping her stuff onto the mare, and with a practiced jump and reach of her body, she securely got atop Buttercup; she didn't have to give her horse the command to go for as soon as Buttercup realized Delilah was atop her back, the pale golden mare took off into the night.
The horse was quick, and her pace was unrelenting as Buttercup took off like a lightning bolt. Delilah was able to get the frightened mare to head off toward the direction of the nearby town, but she made no extra effort to make sure she was following one of her fellow gang members. They'd all eventually come back together once they had made it to town, and if they didn't then they'd all be back together as one in the morning. This wouldn't be the first time they all had to split up and rush away from a camping site. That was just how life was for them. Rarely did they get a restful night between running from authority and fending off the ghoulish Blights that haunted the night.
Speaking of camp...
As Buttercup fled toward town, Delilah turned to look over her shoulder. In the darkness of the night she could still make out the burning flames of the fire they had left behind. It grew ever smaller with each stride of the horse. There was no sorrow as it faded from Delilah's sights - she had seen too many camps gone before they could get any use out of them to care about them at this point. She longed for a time where they could all gather around a campfire in peace and go through a night without being on edge or having to run, but with the life they were all living, Delilah knew as well as the next person that that hope was practically impossible and she'd just have to live with what she got. |
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Post by โโะพฯ on Mar 29, 2020 21:41:30 GMT -5
[ Oh you did write one :D I'll post a reply tonight, I've just been watching movies with my parents. ]
[ Leo Hi there! Yes, we still have two slots. The gunslinger and the wrangler (which I just realized I had misspelled on the front page, oops!). ]
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Mar 29, 2020 22:34:15 GMT -5
(Hi leo! Welcome aboard!)
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Post by โโะพฯ on Mar 30, 2020 0:44:35 GMT -5
but I jumped right in and the fire went wild
โ WREN, "THE WIDOW" โ
This wasnโt the first time Wren went fleeing off into the desert. Such was the nature of their line of work, and such was the nature of her adult life. Even so, there was something terrifying and exhilarating about being chased on horseback.
Rabbit carried her up over a rocky hill and down a steep decline. His movements were jumpy and difficult to control, let alone predict. At one point he leaped, and there was a sensation of falling. There was an uncomfortable moment when they were in the air, and Wren was unsure of how far the ground was below them. And then she felt the jolt of impact, and he was running again. She looked back to see Rabbit had hurdled a dead tree. In the same moment, her hat flew off her head and wheeled into the darkness.
The road ahead was impossible to make out. Wren tossed back her loose hair and attempted to locate her companions. There was nothing to be seen, only the gray indications of hillside and bare branches in the crescent-moon light. Up ahead, however, where the ground leveled, she could see a silver basin of flat land. Rabbit galloped there instinctively. Wrenโs only objective was to stay on his back as he navigated his way down the uneven terrain.
Far in the distance, she could see a grouping of yellow lights. They looked like a fallen constellation, a bit too far to make out individually. She knew this to be the town of Sandybend. She had never been there herself, but had been their destination for the last two days. Apparently it was one tiny little mining town with a big โol zombie problem. It looked innocent enough from a distance.
The rest of the ride was a bit of a blur. Due to her exhaustion, the adrenalin from being run out of camp, and the rhythmic lull of riding, she had no way of judging how long she was on the back of her horse. Her only frame of reference was the moon, which veered in the direction she was going. Travelling was much easier now; cool light bathed the floodplain. There was still no sign of the others.
Soon the moon disappeared behind the looming mountains, and suddenly she came upon the town. The lights which once had been lit were now entirely extinguished. Thankfully by then her eyes were entirely adjusted to the lack of light.
The town was eerie in the middle of the night. She could make out the silhouettes of seven or eight buildings. There were a few sparse trees, mostly bare, and a single, unlit streetlamp. The largest building was in the center of the town. She had to squint to make out the sign, but it was indeed an inn. She slid off her horse, hyper-aware of how loud it sounded when her feet hit the ground. She had the uncanny sense that few invisible souls were peeking at her through their windows.
Thankfully another sound followed. As she was tying Rabbit up to the innโs post, she heard incoming hooves.
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Mar 31, 2020 3:46:29 GMT -5
(Hey! I was gonna get a reply up tonight but Iโm pretty tired, however Iโll try to get one up tomorrow!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Mar 31, 2020 11:56:53 GMT -5
( I was also gonna reply but Skyrim owns my soul right now )
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Apr 1, 2020 4:21:11 GMT -5
 Clarence โAceโ Barlow 
Ace rode until he had reached town. He didnโt stop and he didnโt look back - not that there was much to see if he did look back anyways - instead he focused on getting to the town, hoping and praying that everyone else had made it there as well.
Slowing Tex down as he entered the town, his eyes had become adjusted to the lack of light, though perhaps the stars glistening in the sky above him did help with that as well. It was dim, dark, and hard to see, but without any light in sight he had been able to turn his eyes to the stars for something beyond the pitch black that it would otherwise be.
โWoah,โ Ace murmured to Tex, waiting until his horse came to a complete stop before getting off. The town was quiet, far too quiet for his liking, but he wasnโt alone, there was a figure with a horse by the inn, and although he couldnโt quite tell who it was yet, he knew they were alive and not...not just the dead walking, and that was enough to ease his weary shoulders a little.
Walking Tex over to the other person, it soon became clearer to him on who it was.
Wren.
Which meant that at least one other member of their little ragtag group had made it to town.
Offering her a hesitant smile, Ace tied Tex up to the post next to Rabbitโs.
He stayed quiet for a minute, focusing on making sure Tex was good and safe where he was before he glanced back over to the dark silhouette of the young widow. โ...Excitinโ night,โ he commented lightly, voice slightly gruff as he turned his attention away from Wren and back to his horse again, not able to stand the silence that echoed throughout the whole town like an unfriendly welcome.
Almost as if the town itself didnโt want them there.
Not that it was too uncommon. Ace had found that a majority of towns had already figured out their own way of working things in this trying time, and a good amount of them didnโt take too kindly to outsiders coming in and messing it all up. Ace probably would share that sentiment if he was back home with Ranger.
However his brother wasnโt here right now, nor would he ever be in Aceโs company again.
Instead all he had left now were the others in their group.
Morgan, Wren, Delilah, Haloke, and everyone else, and he might as well get used to it.
โ...Had any trouble gettinโ here?โ He questioned, shooting an unsure look back over at Wren. He still couldnโt see her all that well, but at least he knew who it was, which wasnโt much but it was enough for now.
Ace hadnโt ever been big on talking, especially being the one to start a conversation, but at least until the others found there way to the town, he couldnโt think of anything else to do and the silence was far too still, far too steady to be comfortable.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 1, 2020 21:30:17 GMT -5
[ I'll reply tomorrow :3]
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Post by halogen on Apr 3, 2020 13:14:11 GMT -5
Could I take the last slot (the sharpshooter?)
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Post by โโะพฯ on Apr 3, 2020 16:03:26 GMT -5
[ Sure! halogen You're welcome to work on your form whenever. ]
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Apr 3, 2020 22:36:56 GMT -5
(Hi! Welcome to the rp!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Apr 4, 2020 17:01:00 GMT -5
be still and the earth will speak to you
โ HALOKE, "THE NATIVE" โ
For a time, Haloke could still hear the mindless screaming and chattering of the Blights as they swarmed and swamped the camp the little group had set up. Eventually, though, that horrifying noise faded away and was replaced by the silence of the American west. There was nothing over the rhythmic pounding of Ahigaโs hooves as he galloped to safety. Haloke kept her gaze on the horizon for what seemed a long time, curling her fingers in Ahigaโs dark mane to stay put as the horse sped across the darkened dusty landscape. Far, far in the distance she saw a twinkle of light, barely more than a pinprick and she felt relief and hope swell in her heart. There โ that must be Sandybend, the town that Morgan had told them to meet at. Ahiga was on a straight path for the town, but he was continuing at a breakneck pace that had Haloke a bit concerned. She leaned closer over his neck, towards his ear and whispered a soft word. The stallion flicked his ear back in her direction and complied, slowing to a steady trot that he could maintain for quite some time, while still covering distance at a good pace. Haloke loosed her grip on the horseโs mane, settling back a bit. She let the soft silence of the world wash over her, drawing her into a place of quiet meditation.
After a time, however, Ahigaโs movements changed again, slowing down to a steady walk. Halokeโs dark eyes snapped open and she found that her war steed had held true again and had borne her to the town. Sandybend was dark, save for the few lanterns that were lit around what must have been the townโs little tavern. That sheโd been able to see the light at such a distance was testament to the sighted power of human eyes. Despite the few lanterns casting light around the building from which they hung, the light of the moon and stars was still clear. Haloke peered upwards, searching the stars for those that were familiar. Like always, she recognized the stars almost immediately. Navajo held the stars and constellations dear and often used them for navigation and to realign oneโs position in the world. Ahiga carried her towards the tavern, and when Haloke turned her gaze from the stars back towards earth she spied two horses โ and their riders โ that she recognized. It seemed that Wren and Ace had escaped unscathed. Ahiga came to a stop by Rabbit and Tex, and Haloke swung from the war steedโs back, landing softly. She patted the steedโs shoulder before she turned to her companions.
โYรก'รกt'รฉรฉh,โ she greeted, falling back into her native tongue briefly. โIt is good to see that you have made it here safely.โ She glanced about the town again, noting just how empty it seemed. It was almost as if the town had closed itself off from the strange visitors โ almost as if they were not wanted. That wasnโt an entirely new feeling to Haloke; being Navajo, it wasnโt uncommon for her to be turned away at various taverns and towns. Few Americans trusted those who were Indigenous to the land, and it was likely the result of the long history of bloody conflict between the two peoples. For her own part, Haloke harbored no resentment. The past was the past, and while it was important to learn from the past, to dwell there would bring nothing but pain and sorrow. It was the present and the future that mattered.
*Please note that this post was written with the utmost respect of the culture, beliefs and traditions of Americaโs Indigenous peoples and was an attempt to understand said culture, beliefs and traditions. No offense was intended and if any errors or misunderstandings are noted, please PM me.
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