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Post by nessyo on Apr 26, 2013 9:01:11 GMT -5
Typheous was learning just how hard it was to be a carnivore without a herd to help you hunt. Perhaps it was easier for those who grew up being the only carnivore they knew, or for those who could eat grass as well-- but he was not that, and it was a pretty bad time he was having. He'd even tried eating some grass, with disastrous results: after spending some time being violently ill (a possibility, thanks to the changes in his herds' metabolisms that allowed them to process meat, albeit a very uncomfortable possibility), he was now desperately seeking out any kind of meat he could find.
His desperation even had him seeking out carrion, because at this point, he didn't have the energy to hunt even a sick old deer. Even they could run away, but carrion could not, and so it was with mild disgust but mostly hunger that he turned his nose to the nearest scent of Dead Thing and followed it to it's source.
It's source was in a king's territory, but he did not care: at this moment, his only concern was his stinking prize. They said hunger was the best sauce, and perhaps it was true: certainly he usually hated carrion, but at this very moment, this very carcass tasted like the best food he would ever put to his mouth. |
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Post by GRAVY on May 3, 2013 2:43:55 GMT -5
Morguin had a creepy habit of watching [or rather hearing]
people before introducing himself to them.
The stallion frowned as the horse proceeded to eat
some dead thing, left overs from some other carnivores meal.
He had often tried eating many things, animals, dead
horses, and eventually he settled for nothing at all.
Hence his skinny as fuck appearance.
"There's rabbits down the hill a bit..." he said,
mildly, his face neither unsmiling nor unpleasant.
OOC  rabbits |
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Post by nessyo on May 3, 2013 13:54:40 GMT -5
OOC: Blind ness did not see this post.  IC: Ordinarily, Ty was quite on top of being observant. It came with his upbringing: he was a warrior, through and through. Even the best warriors, however, felt the pressure of hunger and exhaustion, and so he did not notice that he was being watched, so distracted was he with his carrion. It wasn't until the stranger spoke that he noticed he was being observed, and he twisted around in shock, ears back and eyes wild-- only to stop short when he saw what was staring at him. Er, was staring the right word? Could you stare without eyes? That, and his hunger-- or rather, the stranger's words speaking to that hunger-- cut through his initial battle-reaction and stopped him short. Carrion forgotten, he gave the stranger a suspicious look, and repressed the question that was now at the front of his mind (WHAT are you), in favor of a more polite one: "Who are you? And why are you helping me?" |
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Post by GRAVY on May 3, 2013 21:13:04 GMT -5
Morguin put his head down and scratched it against
his leg. "My name is Morguin. I am the current
Monarch of the kingdom of Lothar. Not that anyone
remembers that. You may have heard of me referred
to by my more used names, such as Faceless Horror,
Horrible Monster, and whatever else they're calling
me out there. I don't really bother anymore." it was
true, he didn't bother to try and make any affliations with
the outside world. He had started off an evil ruler and
gotten softer and softer as the solitude began to get
to his head. "You looked hungry, that's all." he
said, his socketless face turning to face the horse more
directly.
OOC Lonely morge! |
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Post by nessyo on May 3, 2013 21:24:43 GMT -5
The dead thing had taken the edge off his hunger, and so he looked at Morguin with an expression that quite clearly projected that Typheous had no idea what to make of him. Perhaps it was the shock of exile mixed in with the culture-shock that came from being in a new territory, but no leader had ever acted this way in Ty's Experience.
Granted, Ty's experience was limited to one herd who placed great emphasis on strength and how feared your name was, but still.
"I have not heard of you by those names, er. My lord." Ty answered, remembering his politenesses. "To be truthful, I have not heard of you at all-- but I have been in these lands only for a day or less." He glanced at the dead thing beside him, "And this is the first I've had for days. Your offer of rabbits is appreciated." And Ty had every intention of taking him up on that-- but perhaps not quite just yet. Still honed from his life amongst the herd of his birth, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to turn his back on this stranger, especially not when the stranger ruled these lands.
Besides, he couldn't help but find Morguin.. well, a little morbidly fascinating.
OOC: :C Poor Morguin. I WILL SQUISH AND LOVE HIM FOREVER.
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Post by GRAVY on May 22, 2013 4:52:13 GMT -5
Morguin smiled pleasantly. A blank slate! Evidently
this horse new nothing of his notoriety and disrupt! Morguin
positively beamed at the horse, not quite knowing what to say,
however, it turned out he didn't have to say anything. At that
moment his sensitive auditories ensnared a faint sound, from
the depths of his cave, just the smallest of crackling noises.
Morguin leapt a foot and squealed in joy "YES! YESS! YESSSS!"
he turned to the other horse, grinning so wide his face hurt
"Follow me!" and he galloped back into the cave at a haphazard
rate, to the place where he had put the large egg that he had bought
from Verity. Surely enough, a large crack was splitting down the egg,
and through a small hole he saw spotted fur! He nudged the egg
and it fell into two pieces, revealing a fluffy, blinking Baku cub! The
mixed animal rolled out, it's furry tapir-like head blinking, and its leopard
spotted yellowy body shivering with the cold of the caves. Morguin
immediately put his front knees on the ground and allowed the creature
to literally crawl into a hug. It placed its fuzzy, soft paws around him
and gurgled. To think of a name, now! He suddenly remembered
the other stallion, and looked up pertly.
OOC Aw yay pet hatching xD |
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Post by nessyo on May 24, 2013 10:03:12 GMT -5
 Typheous!
This situation apparently insisted on going from strange to stranger.
The horse he was facing- the monarch- had said nothing to his previous statement, and that didn't always bode well-- nor did the little smile. Had he pleased this king or angered him? But nothing about the stance looked angry, really-
Any further assessment of the situation was cut off by a sudden flurry of excitement on the part of Morguin: positive excitement. Apparently, there was something happening somewhere and Morguin was already running off to follow it-- but not without calling for Ty to follow him. With a single mournful look in the direction of the rabbits, he flicked both of his tails and then turned and cantered behind the dark monarch.
The egg was well into hatching when he arrived, and it didn't take long for it to reveal itself as being.. a strange-looking tapir-cat critter. Typheous had seen many a strange thing in his life, but he had never seen anything like... whatever this was. He watched dubiously as Morguin bent down and hugged the thing, both of his tails twisting in mixed curiosity and uncertainty.
Well... Morguin had hugged it, so perhaps the king the strange creature's identity. "What is that?"
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