06-18-2016, 10:44 AM
[this is a continuation of a thread from the meadow]
“A bother? No my dear not even a little bit.” He grins coolly, no traces of malice in his sparkling teal eyes or the show of his teeth when he smiles at her. He steps closer to have a polite sniff, never touching her or the child. “Come with me then, we'll beat the storm no doubt.”
He sets off easily enough and moves at a quiet pace for her and the child. His limp keeping him from his normal amount of grace. His senses are peeled for predators, especially once they slip into the forests. He stops every so often to look around carefully and listen in on the winds before moving on again. They walk along a stream and stop for a few sips, even a bite of fodder here and there. He tries his best not to tire them or make the child work too hard; though any strong foal is ready for travel right away, he's seen it many times.
“We'll be there within a few hours, Angelle. Just beyond this valley.” And eastward they go. After a while they're moving north along the coast. The sand is warm and almost liquid feeling under their feet as Chemdog keeps the group moving next to the lapping waves. Gulls soar and call out to the trio as they migrate peacefully below – unfortunately for the birds they have nothing to offer them today.
He moves ahead of them in the dappled mid-day light. The sun illuminating his wounds and scars. Revealing just how mangled his coat is. Small patches of fur are gauged from his ebony sheen. Pinkish scars and half-healed wounds betray that he has fought and fought hard within the last month or so.
After the predicted few hours they're home. The beaches turn from sand and rock into a plethora of volcanic stone and lagoon waters rolling in from the vastness of an open sea. It is almost evening by the time they step foot onto Chem's own soil. Salty sea-grass waves just off of the sand, uncropped. Things do not get over eaten here. Fertility and a small population do well to keep the vegetation lush around these parts. As the crest the hill after the beach the limping king of the Village lets out a bugle for his women to heed. He'll have them come forth and meet their new friend, or sister, or however they want her or her them.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
[We're just going to assume everyone moved awhile ago and Chem's been off fighting and is just now showing up. It's a meeting of the herd along with the welcoming of Angelle and Malory. It's not a requirement or anything, but it would be nice for everyone to meet <33 if chem and your character have an open and active thread already we'll just a assume the liquid timeline thing OR you can opt out of this if you want. either way works.]
@[Sreva] @[Becca] @[Helleborn] @[Angelle] @[Dacia] @[Sabé] @[Vessel]
i just want to say that i fucking LOVE this herd!
;D
