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DiRPG | Ronin

DiRPG | Avoidance | SQ | Next

Winter had come faster than Ronin anticipated, his body changed to adapt to the ice cold environment, his weight dropped drastically due to the lack of vegetation and nutrients that summer provided and his legs became heavy from the insulating fur.

His overall health was also taking a turn for the worst, apart from being attacked by wild dogs during the autumn season, the bachelor stallion who had chased him away from his land caused fatigue to take over his body. His recovery was slow, and healing the terrible wounds on his hind legs took away most of his much needed energy.

Ronin travelled a deserted piece of territory in search of a new home for the unforgiving winter. He had a list in his head of desirable traits that this home should have, “water, grains, wheat, grass, shelter, water, grains, wheat, grass, shelter…” he didn’t realise he was repeating these words out loud until a soft voice interrupted him. “Who are you talking to?” Ronin looked at the light mare, the sun was bouncing off her coat which made her look like a dream. He realised that she must be a hallucination from the lack of food and water, but she talked again; “Are you lost?”

Too stunned to speak Ronin just stared at her, never since he’d been alone had he met, or even seen a mare this close to him. “Well all right.” She said and started in a different direction than where Ronin was going. “Wait,” he said and trotted after her “Are you real? I mean, are you really here? Where did you come from? Who are you?” The mare stopped. “Of course I’m real, how would I be here if I were not real?” Her voice was soft and beautiful, almost like a bird song, and there was no hint of rudeness or sarcasm in her voice. “I’m sorry, that I came off as rude,” said Ronin “I’ve been traveling since the autumn season and have had very little to eat, I was sure that you were just a thing from my imagination. My name is Ronin, and I am searching.”

The mare gave him a soft smile and said, “My name is Epona, I come from the forests where the trees are taller than the sky and the days are as dark as the nights.” Ronin himself had never been into the forests, the plains were always his home, he thought back to the time when he was with his mother, and he thought about the bison and the deer. What creatures would roam a place where there is no light, a place where you couldn’t see the sky?

“What where those words that you were repeating over and over? Are they important?” The two horses had started walking the way Ronin was initially going, careful not to walk too close. “They are the things I need for optimum survival during winter. Water that gives life, grains that provide nutrients, wheat for health, grass to maintain, and shelter to protect. That is all that I need to survive.” Epona thought about this for a minute, the only sound to Ronin’s ears was their hooves that strike the frozen earth. Here and there small clumps of grass tried to hold out for as long as they could, but the cold of winter and the death that it brings is inevitable.

“But what do you do to live? What makes surviving worth it if you don’t have something to survive for? I live to find a herd, to create a family and give my life to something greater than I.” How had such a wise mare found Ronin, a stallion that was so focussed on surviving and maintaining optimum control over everything in his life?

“I don’t know… before I became a lone stallion I tried many times to join a herd, but none would take me as I am not a pure Mustang, my tail sits too high and that is a burden I must bear. No Mustang dares to associate itself with a creature as egocentric as a Saddle bred.” He had never said out loud how much he hated his bloodline until this moment, if the mare was going to leave him for what he was, then so be it sooner rather than later.

“A blood line does not make a horse.” Her words were so simple, and yet, they hit Ronin hard. Why had he always tried to join Mustang herds when he knew they would cast him aside, he had lost hope too fast, maybe Epona could be his new hope?

“Could we start a herd?”

Words: 776

Health: 75%
Stamina: 3
Speed: 5
Strength: 2
Stealth: 2
Total: 12

Diamonds:
20+2+5+5+6=38

Claim attempt for: DiRPG Mare | UNCLAIMED

Description
DiRPG | Ronin

DiRPG | Avoidance | SQ | Next

Winter had come faster than Ronin anticipated, his body changed to adapt to the ice cold environment, his weight dropped drastically due to the lack of vegetation and nutrients that summer provided and his legs became heavy from the insulating fur.

His overall health was also taking a turn for the worst, apart from being attacked by wild dogs during the autumn season, the bachelor stallion who had chased him away from his land caused fatigue to take over his body. His recovery was slow, and healing the terrible wounds on his hind legs took away most of his much needed energy.

Ronin travelled a deserted piece of territory in search of a new home for the unforgiving winter. He had a list in his head of desirable traits that this home should have, “water, grains, wheat, grass, shelter, water, grains, wheat, grass, shelter…” he didn’t realise he was repeating these words out loud until a soft voice interrupted him. “Who are you talking to?” Ronin looked at the light mare, the sun was bouncing off her coat which made her look like a dream. He realised that she must be a hallucination from the lack of food and water, but she talked again; “Are you lost?”

Too stunned to speak Ronin just stared at her, never since he’d been alone had he met, or even seen a mare this close to him. “Well all right.” She said and started in a different direction than where Ronin was going. “Wait,” he said and trotted after her “Are you real? I mean, are you really here? Where did you come from? Who are you?” The mare stopped. “Of course I’m real, how would I be here if I were not real?” Her voice was soft and beautiful, almost like a bird song, and there was no hint of rudeness or sarcasm in her voice. “I’m sorry, that I came off as rude,” said Ronin “I’ve been traveling since the autumn season and have had very little to eat, I was sure that you were just a thing from my imagination. My name is Ronin, and I am searching.”

The mare gave him a soft smile and said, “My name is Epona, I come from the forests where the trees are taller than the sky and the days are as dark as the nights.” Ronin himself had never been into the forests, the plains were always his home, he thought back to the time when he was with his mother, and he thought about the bison and the deer. What creatures would roam a place where there is no light, a place where you couldn’t see the sky?

“What where those words that you were repeating over and over? Are they important?” The two horses had started walking the way Ronin was initially going, careful not to walk too close. “They are the things I need for optimum survival during winter. Water that gives life, grains that provide nutrients, wheat for health, grass to maintain, and shelter to protect. That is all that I need to survive.” Epona thought about this for a minute, the only sound to Ronin’s ears was their hooves that strike the frozen earth. Here and there small clumps of grass tried to hold out for as long as they could, but the cold of winter and the death that it brings is inevitable.

“But what do you do to live? What makes surviving worth it if you don’t have something to survive for? I live to find a herd, to create a family and give my life to something greater than I.” How had such a wise mare found Ronin, a stallion that was so focussed on surviving and maintaining optimum control over everything in his life?

“I don’t know… before I became a lone stallion I tried many times to join a herd, but none would take me as I am not a pure Mustang, my tail sits too high and that is a burden I must bear. No Mustang dares to associate itself with a creature as egocentric as a Saddle bred.” He had never said out loud how much he hated his bloodline until this moment, if the mare was going to leave him for what he was, then so be it sooner rather than later.

“A blood line does not make a horse.” Her words were so simple, and yet, they hit Ronin hard. Why had he always tried to join Mustang herds when he knew they would cast him aside, he had lost hope too fast, maybe Epona could be his new hope?

“Could we start a herd?”

Words: 776

Health: 75%
Stamina: 3
Speed: 5
Strength: 2
Stealth: 2
Total: 12

Diamonds:
20+2+5+5+6=38

Claim attempt for: DiRPG Mare | UNCLAIMED