Wandering Souls [open]

[DeadlyMuffin]

Zuhra

The low fog began to swallow her legs, leaving an eerie cold to seep into her muscles. Droplets
of water, which had clung to the forest floor, attached themselves to her coat. Her neck seemed to have
extended several inches into the chilling air, her ears following suit. They swiveled atop her cranium 
capturing any sounds that may reach her. The wet air slid into her lungs and through her system, setting her 
nostrils on edge. She felt as if her air supply was slowly being replaced with water which will fill her lungs.
Her hooves felt nailed to the forest floor as she observed her surroundings. Her muscles rippled under her
frosted coat. Her forelock was elevated into small waves as her body seemingly soaked in the surrounding
humidity. The sudden fluttering of wings caused every nerve within her to scream. Her neck twisted, 
tossing her head as her hooves dug into the moist moss and dirt. She shot forward with her tail
flexed into an arch. While exciting, her burst didn't last long. She slowed to a long trot before her 
haunches tucked under her into a harsh stop. Her spine straightened and her nostrils widened. 
Her lungs pushed, causing her to blow air out her nose. The sharp noise of a muffled shotgun
escaped her. A soft, foolish smile spread across her muzzle. "Damn birds."

[Kezz]

Morcant liked it here, in the mist and the silence. The cold settled like a gentle intangible cloak over his broad shoulders and within that he found peace; the chill sank to his bones - isolating the tremors of anguish, crushing them beneath its persistent weight and for the brief time he spent here it seemed as though they were vanquished almost completely. And among the hallowed halls of this ancient forest he could be himself: not the savior, not the soldier, not the son of a dead woman and an absent father. He could be Morcant, The Silent. In the dark he could disengage and disconnect until he was almost unrecognisable as the determined guard of that far-off western canyon. He pushed away the memories of Calla and the battle she was fighting with herself, with a desperately cruel thing others defined as love; Morcant knew little of this entity, but for the capsule of affection he'd stored away for Reth. But upon her death it had broken; shattered into the starless sky - and he'd tried, once, to pick up the pieces only to find his hands bloodied by his attempts, sliced by the jagged remains. 

Morcant knew of her presence long before she entered the vision of his remaining healthy eye; the other was now utterly redundant; covered in a milky white film: blind. The girl was loud, extravagant in her mannerisms and he might have recoiled had she not been but a few feet away. But - had she not seen him? Syllables fell from her lips and Morcant missed them, but perhaps he wasn't trying hard enough. Introductions should have been made, words should have been uttered and yet, silence endured, and in that silence Morcant lingered; wearing the darkness as his cloak. 

MORCANT: three, grey tobiano, draft-build, baby blue eye - blind white eye, sixteen hands, scarred body, fourth gen. 

[DeadlyMuffin]

Her hooves perforated the thick fog which surrounded her.
The moisture was swept into swirling to take its original 
place only to be pulled into her wake by her tail. She was 
determined to stay in this desolate tease of a forest. She knew
something was lurking, but her eyes couldn't discern the
possible figures. Her ears twitched and her square nose grew
larger with the scents that surrounded her. If this was going
to be her end, at least it was in an elegantly haunting place.
With a soft huff, she dropped her head toward her knees.
It was oddly mesmerising how her breath was able to stir
the daunting fog. Her eyes flicked toward the dappling treetops
before making their way back to her nonexistent path. She 
weaved through the trees, moist moss brushing against her 
frosted coat. A shudder spread through her spine and flicked
her tail through the fog at her hooves.

Zuhra: 3, Lilac roan (Liver chestnut roan), Quarter horse (more like a reiner), 14.3 hh, chocolate eyes

[Kezz]

When still the stranger noticed him not, Morcant frowned, despite the permeating sense of gratitude. He turned his head, angling it so that his good eye could drink in fully the sight of the female, though his estimation of the opposite sex was more of dulled curiosity than fear. He'd always been in awe of women and their ability to thrive in what was, seemingly, a man's world, and yet as he had matured, the warrior found more often than not it was the queen who pulled the strings behind her king's front. Calla was sure proof of this.

Morcant could so easily have sunk into the shadows, his skin melting into darkness, but he did not. The stallion had meticulously trained himself to be efficient and astute always, even off-duty, and each individual he encountered could be a possible foe of his queen's regime, or ally. Instead of letting the mare slip from his grasp he followed her slowly from behind, hoping to catch her in the light to identify her fully. For a muscular, heavily-built animal Morc moved with a surprising deftness, thudding silently upon the pine needles underfoot, keeping always at a distance that kept him out of sight and sound.

[DeadlyMuffin]

The sun peeked through an gaps which may have existed

between the treetops. It left an odd dappling pattern on 

the creature which wandered through the terrain. The rippling

pattern of light had helped Zuhra's almost white coat blend

with the darkness of wet bark. While it was rather eerie, 

she had to admit it had some tranquility flowing through its

gloomy veins. 

Her nerves tingled, the sensation of being following still

hanging over her. She brought herself to a stop, bringing 

her feet square to one another. Her head tipped to pull her 

chocolate gaze behind her. "Hm." She huffed to herself 

and took another step, these more cautious than before. 

Her jaw twitched and brought her teeth together. This

certainly wasn't a sensation she enjoyed. 

[Kezz]

She was small, flecked by silver and appeared on edge. The hot air pushed from his nares clouded before him, and he did not lack a sense of apathy as he stared on, his expression blank and cold. She was nothing to him but a possible donation to the realm he had served for as long as he could remember. Morcant heard the sound thrumming in her throat and made the conscious decision to move closer: she was no danger to him; he could crush her sparrow-bones with a flick of his wrist. His milkwhite blind eye flickered as though still of use, but alas it was only the baby blue of his left that addressed this little stranger. Morcant thudded forward, revealing himself by stepping out of the shadows and waited for a few moments to stare down at her ominously.

"Hm, indeed."

[DeadlyMuffin]

The sudden voice slid along her skin like a winter breeze. Zuhra wasn't sure if it truly was a voice. It had slithered its way down her spine, stopping short at her withers, and becoming a slight hum with possible syllables. Her head tipped only enough to let her peer at whatever had seemingly appeared behind her. "Indeed?" She questioned with a tongue of velvet. Whatever moisture had been built up within her glands was pulled away with the sight she had seen.


A titan of a horse stood behind her. His gray and white coat draining into the shadows. She had felt unreasonably dwarfed with her stocky composure. He head his held at an odd angel, gazing at her with one eye. One brilliant eye. A spark of blue splashing against his face. He stood as a boulder in an empty field once the light had began to glide across his stature. A boulder cracked by time and stained by rain. There was no light in the eye she could see. It seemed clouded by something she may never understand. Her veins sang, sending warning through her every move. He certainly did not seem the type one would want to stand by in the meadow.