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Breath of the Plains; [OTA]
Topic Started: Sat Dec 22, 2012 3:46 pm (252 Views)
Ari
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"Hoy, driver-man! You can let me off 'ere!"

"Here?" The wagon driver looked back at Aluin, puzzled. "There's nothing here."

Aluin pointed. Over the ridge, the Debon Plains stretched out in all directions: an ocean of tall grasses that rippled in the breeze. Far in the distance, a herd of wild horses formed a patchwork of colors stretching almost further than the eye could see. The girl was grinning practically ear to ear at the sight of them.

Her driver didn't understand the significance, and the wagon wasn't stopping, either. The girl was still bouncing on the top of a haystack with each divet the wagon-wheels hit, her pointing finger wildly thrown up and down by its movement so that it was completely useless to actually indicate anything. "Yes, here, you dimwit! I can get myself a horse now. Stop the wagon so I can pay you."

"Those are wild horses, idiot. They won't just let you hop on."

"Sure they would, if you try 'ard enough." The utter conviction in that statement reflected how honestly she thought that was how the world worked. The wagon driver just tossed her a half-lidded, sidelong glance. He was probably eager for her to leave. "Bah. You're not my mother. I do what I want!" Her hand thrust into a furry pocket and retrieved a handful of copper coins, which she reached forward and dropped into the driver's lap -- since he never took her request to stop. The wagon hit a huge divet and jerked, almost throwing the girl off, but she regained her balance and managed to jump off the back without injuring herself.

Aluin was so excited that she would finally be able to get her very own horse -- a symbol of wealth and power back in her homeland Důs -- that she started out running down the waist-high grass on the hill. She quickly realized it was a bad idea to waste all her energy getting to the herd, though, and began to walk once the ridge gave way to more or less flat ground. The distant herd was so beautiful that she couldn't even begin to fathom how she'd choose which one to take.
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Sir Justin Prancelot, Istani gelding and noble steed, trotted, grazed, and frolicked with one of the herds that it'd become friendly with. Ollie wasn't certain about why. Justin couldn't be looking for a date, but his readings on the natural behavior of horses pointed out over and over again at how they were social creatures, herd animals, and they needed others to be emotionally stable and well. Despite the presence of Ollie and Dragon, they were far from equines, and it seemed Justin, who grew up with and interacted with horses as much as humans when it was raised, needed more hooved brethren at times.

So Justin, freed of saddle and bridle, wandered with a herd that accepted his presence, even with a small fly dragon resting on its back, wings spread to soak in sun. They also ignored the tent resting a few hundred feet away. It was so small and low to the ground that the grass hid it well. Besides, the only smells from it were old, and suggested the owner was dead, though not rotted.

Ollie, who spent the daytime within the rather stuffy confines of the fifth hand shelter, knew that assessment was true if not fully accurate. He was dead, yes, but not inanimate. He was still under the tarp, but more in a torpor rather than eternal rest, drifted into a self hypnotic state where he was aware of his surroundings but felt no need to react to any of it.

There was a limit to that calm feeling, however.

The limit Ollie faced that day began with a shouting in the distance. Ollie ignored that. It had nothing to do with him, so it remained in the background of his mind. There was a rustling of grass and a thumping heartbeat filled with excitement. Ollie was full after a night of bandit hunting, so he ignored this, too. The rustling and beating grew closer, closer, and then moved over him. The issue there was that the accompanying body and legs also moved above him and, instead of leaping over the unseen tent in the grass, it crashed and smashed upon him, rampaging over him, collapsing the tarp, and trampling the occupant.

Now it had something to do with him.

"AH!" Ollie shouted as a foot landed on his ribcage before bounding off. "What the hell-AHHH!" Ollie, thinking only of getting the binding covering off himself, threw off the tarp without extending the petal cloth that he kept under his normal clothing. His skin reacted as it normally did when met with sunlight: violently and with blisters. He tugged the tarp back over his body, seething between his teeth at the pain as residual heat caused some more of his exposed arms and face to redden and bubble with burning pain and actual burns. He chose to remain under the tarp. Under the tarp might smell faintly of urine and old whisky from one or more of the previous owners, but it was far, far better than his previous plan.
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She was so close now, only just a short jaunt from the furthest edges of the herd. Now she couldn't hold back. Aluin ran, holding back giggles of excitement. Her boots pounded into the hardest prairie dog town she'd ever trampled, but thankfully it didn't make her trip over, only stumble a bit and hold her hands out to steady herself. Having lived on a ship most her life, Aluin had a great sense of balance. Wait, did someone just scream?

The girl stopped in her tracks, wheeling around to make sure she wasn't just imagining things. Her path of stomped-down grass stretched out all the way back to the now-distant ridge where the road was, and sitting right in the middle of that path was a lump of something. Maybe cloth? Aluin stalked forward. The girl was clothed in a pair of baggy hide trousers lined with an angled kilt made of fox fur, tucked into fur-lined boots. Her jacket was a bit better fitted, also lined with fur, and she carried a pack on her back. She was covered in burrs from the waist down, including the very tip of her braided red hair.

"...'Ello?" Something was moving violently under the cloth tarp, likely the person that was screaming and cursing, provided that hadn't been her imagination. Aluin lifted one of her bearded axes from a loop on her belt and unclipped its protective covering. Holding the weapon backwards with her hand up near the base of the blade, the girl crouched in the grass next to the tarp and prodded it several times with the handle's butt. Realization dawned on her face. "Ah crap, did I tromp all over your tent? And on you? Me greatest apologies, friend." Aluin frowned, looking around. "Yeh picked a terrible place to set up and avoid that, I might add."
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"I am in the middle of an empty field," OIllie said, still seething in pain. He swung his arm under the tarp, the reddened, blistered skin scraping painfully against the tarp as he tried to ward off whatever the woman who spoke poked him with. "This is not a high traffic area!" He attempted to bunch the tarp over him in a way that it would swaddle him and keep him in shadow but also keep the billowed cloth away from his forearms and face. He didn't care to see who trampled him. He heard her voice: female. He heard her heart: beating fast from excursion, but steadying with curiosity and caution. He wouldn't be shocked if what she'd been poking him with was the blunt end of a weapon. At least it wasn't the business half.

Justin, who'd been having a gentle horse chat with some of the herd members over the sweet grass of the plains, lifted its head in unison with the fly dragon on his back. When its new, odd master left Justin to his own devices, which was often, to the horse's delight, he often felt the tiny, scaly mind in the back of his own. Justin got confused by it at first, but now it was a rather nice feeling to the beast, giving himself something akin to the herd sense that surrounded him and began shuffling away from the yipping humans nearby. While the wild horses prepared to gallop away from the possible danger, Justin and the dragon watched the rustling grass carefully.
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Aluin stood up to her full, unintimidating height, looking around. "Less of a field and more of a... plain," she corrected. "And there's high horse traffic! You'd best be thanking me for not being a big old horse hoofing all over yer tent, like!" Following her completely unnecessary corrections, Aluin pondered the implications of tarp-man. "Why don't yeh get out from under that tarp, tarp-man? You know, back in the homeland, they always say 'there are no coincidences.' So I must have run over yeh for a reason instead of overshooting and us never meeting. I mean, I had this whole fie-- plain and yet I still ran over you!" She grinned widely down at the lump of cloth. "I'd like t'know what part you'll play in my big destiny. Yeh gonna help me get myself the best horse in this herd? You good with horses, tarp-man?" Aluin fought off the urge to prod him some more with her axe haft.
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"Stop. Stop that!" Ollie shouted, extending his petal suit to cover his hand. All the better to extend it beyond the safety of the tarp to shoo away the damn annoying poking. "I have a severe sun allergy, not that it's any of your damn business, and those horses are feral. If you want a damn horse, go to Kellen and buy one."

He pulled the tarp more centrally so he could rise to his knees while keeping shade over him. "I doubt I have anything worthwhile for your destiny, unless you need some directions to a horse merchant." He pulled the tarp around him, extending the petal blossoms where he could and wincing when anything touched his blisters. "Crazy woman, trapiesing out into fields after damn wild horses..." he muttered.

Justin the horse walked leisurely over toward the two, considering the commotion there to be of higher entertainment than what he was finding in the cautious heard. He paused a yard or so away, his brown and white head turning from Ollie to the strange woman and back, pausing to chew another mouthful of grass as the sitcom played out before him. The fly dragon stayed where it was, resting on the horse's back, not considering Ollie in enough danger to intervene, and enjoying the show himself.
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"What kind of screwball goes to a horse merchant and buys a horse?" Aluin said, whipping her arm out to gesture at the herd. "These are the real horses! Untamed, unbroken, got all that wild blood in their veins! So why won't yeh help me, tarp-man? Come on!" She grabbed at Ollie's hand and tried to pull him out from under the tarp, for what good that would do. "You can keep wearin' the tarp if you'd like, so you don't catch fire in the sun-- wait, no! Better idea!" If the barbarian girl had even managed to grab a hold of him, she would have dropped him in that instant. "If yer allergic to the sun, how bout I wait here till it's dark? Keep mine eyes on the herd, all scouting-like? Then I can see yer face and meet you proper once the sun's gone down. Shouldn't be more than... five hours till sunset. How about it, tarp-man?"
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"You honestly plan to...?" Ollie began, but he dreaded the answer to that question. From the rest of her bombastic honesty, he didn't doubt she was prepared to remain here for as long as possible. She was, in a phrase, not going away. "Fiiiiiine," he said, attempting to set up at least a corner of the tent so he could search for his bag, dig through it, and pull free a long, gray cloth. The tarp wriggled and undulated before finally falling free, with the man beneath draped and hooded in a long cloak, the areas not covered by grey cloth or blisters clothed in a white shirt, grey striped vest, black pants, and dark grey, skintight clothing. "I have things I need to do at night, so let's do this, shall we?"

He skulked to stand beside Justin, patting the horse on the nose. "This is Justin, by the way," he began. "Before you ask, he's mine, and he's also from a stable, so he nothing you're looking for." Ollie didn't mention that the stable was technically for renting horses, and he didn't exactly pay for the horse so much as stole it. "I have no idea why you feel a hand raised horse isn't good enough for you, so perhaps you could explain that?"
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