Post by Merida on Aug 3, 2020 5:35:34 GMT
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The evening brought a slightly less overbearing heat than the mid-day had. Merida had been traversing territories and wandering further out than a lone Wings member ought to. Although one might argue, Merida being the one, that she wasn’t alone. Not with Angus being her trustworthy if not a tad cowardly steed. She hadn’t intended to swing so far south, nor this late with the sun touching the horizon and casting red across the lands. It basked the sky in such a brilliant orange it nearly rivaled the fiery tangles of her own hair that went so boldly down her shoulders. The braid along the side of her head did little to tame the locks except keep them from fully spilling into her freckled face.
She skirted along the outsides of the thorny entangled lands, the dry surface disturbing clouds of dust with each fall of Angus’ massive hooves. They’d come this way to avoid another larger group that Merida couldn’t confirm as friend or for, so to avoid walking into their jaws entirely they swung down to the considerably less populated and much hotter ‘Outlands.’ Even now there was a mugginess lingering in the air that left a sheen on her skin, her cloak was removed and draped across the back of her saddle and baring her shoulders as well as the leather adornments of her light armor that she wore on the road. As they drew close to the thicker thorns entangling the path Angus gained a stutter in his movements, nickering warily and trotting back a step or two.
”Ohh come now Angus, there’s nobody even here at thes hour!” she reasoned. The massive beast heaved a hot huff of air and stamped his front hoof into the dry earth, to which Merida lolled her head back and sighed with a ”Mart-fheòil” in another tongue. The slim girl threw a leg over the saddle so she could slide seamlessly down one side of her giant steed, stepping towards his front after gaining her footing and taking his reins in one hand. The other, she pat his neck affectionately while scanning the thorny surroundings. They didn’t look as formidable as they once did, the roots of some looking shriveled and other dry.
”Perhaps th’curse ‘es aged?” she mumbled lowly to herself. Glancing to Angus, as if for confirmation, she then shrugged at him before giving him a gentle tug as she proceeded forward. At her height she was fine, although Angus had to duck his head on occasion. Unbeknownst to her, and her steed, a thorny branch overhead loomed and set its prongs into the long hair of her mount as he lowered his head to pass by. Weakened at its base the beam cracked, swinging the thorny appendage down and raking between both Merida and Angus. Her considerably thinner flesh sliced like butter, four long and messy cuts along her arm and the sudden commotion sending Angus into a tizzy.
”ANGUS!” Merida cried, pulling her injured arm in towards herself and propelling her body backwards and crashing to the ground to keep from being battered any further as the Clydesdale reared back. More vines and branches were shed as he unleashed his cries and was off, tearing down the messy path left within the withering thorny forest. Merida stared in horror and defeat at the dark pit where Angus had bolted down and last been seen, running over in her mind the plethora of supplies in her pack upon his saddle, as well as her bow strapped on as well. Clutching her injured arm, pressing her palm meekly to the cuts across her skin she winced, considering the knife she had hid in her boot. At the very least it was something, but she knew she wasn’t in an ideal territory and Angus losing his cool felt something like an alarm going off and sounding her position.
She refused to remain a sitting duck, and Angus couldn’t run forever before he realized he was alone as well. Heaving herself to her feet she gave her newly acquired cuts one more glance. If these vines were any less cursed than they had been they certainly didn’t feel like it. Merida stepped over the first thicket of roots at her feet and made to carry onward after Angus.
The evening brought a slightly less overbearing heat than the mid-day had. Merida had been traversing territories and wandering further out than a lone Wings member ought to. Although one might argue, Merida being the one, that she wasn’t alone. Not with Angus being her trustworthy if not a tad cowardly steed. She hadn’t intended to swing so far south, nor this late with the sun touching the horizon and casting red across the lands. It basked the sky in such a brilliant orange it nearly rivaled the fiery tangles of her own hair that went so boldly down her shoulders. The braid along the side of her head did little to tame the locks except keep them from fully spilling into her freckled face.
She skirted along the outsides of the thorny entangled lands, the dry surface disturbing clouds of dust with each fall of Angus’ massive hooves. They’d come this way to avoid another larger group that Merida couldn’t confirm as friend or for, so to avoid walking into their jaws entirely they swung down to the considerably less populated and much hotter ‘Outlands.’ Even now there was a mugginess lingering in the air that left a sheen on her skin, her cloak was removed and draped across the back of her saddle and baring her shoulders as well as the leather adornments of her light armor that she wore on the road. As they drew close to the thicker thorns entangling the path Angus gained a stutter in his movements, nickering warily and trotting back a step or two.
”Ohh come now Angus, there’s nobody even here at thes hour!” she reasoned. The massive beast heaved a hot huff of air and stamped his front hoof into the dry earth, to which Merida lolled her head back and sighed with a ”Mart-fheòil” in another tongue. The slim girl threw a leg over the saddle so she could slide seamlessly down one side of her giant steed, stepping towards his front after gaining her footing and taking his reins in one hand. The other, she pat his neck affectionately while scanning the thorny surroundings. They didn’t look as formidable as they once did, the roots of some looking shriveled and other dry.
”Perhaps th’curse ‘es aged?” she mumbled lowly to herself. Glancing to Angus, as if for confirmation, she then shrugged at him before giving him a gentle tug as she proceeded forward. At her height she was fine, although Angus had to duck his head on occasion. Unbeknownst to her, and her steed, a thorny branch overhead loomed and set its prongs into the long hair of her mount as he lowered his head to pass by. Weakened at its base the beam cracked, swinging the thorny appendage down and raking between both Merida and Angus. Her considerably thinner flesh sliced like butter, four long and messy cuts along her arm and the sudden commotion sending Angus into a tizzy.
”ANGUS!” Merida cried, pulling her injured arm in towards herself and propelling her body backwards and crashing to the ground to keep from being battered any further as the Clydesdale reared back. More vines and branches were shed as he unleashed his cries and was off, tearing down the messy path left within the withering thorny forest. Merida stared in horror and defeat at the dark pit where Angus had bolted down and last been seen, running over in her mind the plethora of supplies in her pack upon his saddle, as well as her bow strapped on as well. Clutching her injured arm, pressing her palm meekly to the cuts across her skin she winced, considering the knife she had hid in her boot. At the very least it was something, but she knew she wasn’t in an ideal territory and Angus losing his cool felt something like an alarm going off and sounding her position.
She refused to remain a sitting duck, and Angus couldn’t run forever before he realized he was alone as well. Heaving herself to her feet she gave her newly acquired cuts one more glance. If these vines were any less cursed than they had been they certainly didn’t feel like it. Merida stepped over the first thicket of roots at her feet and made to carry onward after Angus.
