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Dale nudges the filly, encouraging her to keep walking though her head hangs low. He adjusts his gait to match Kiar and re-tucks the filly between himself and Kiar. He ruffles the filly’s mane to distract her and looks over at the dappled mare.
“We are almost somewhere we can rest, darlin’… What do you want to do?”
Kiar glances over her shoulder one last time at the filly’s mother, eyes narrow at the activity of the buzzards. It is getting late and she flares her nostrils – there is a water source nearby. They should probably bed down near the water, what with the running she and Dale had been doing, but Kiar worries about the smell of the meat overpowering the water source. If the wild herds she chased after as a yearling taught her anything it was that predators were not to be messed with when grouped together.
Kiar snorts as the filly’s head bobs and jerks. Shaking her own head, Kiar looks at Dale.
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Featuring:
WMRPG | Kiar | Lead Mare
WMRPG | Claimed | Dale
WMRPG | Claimed | Isi

PROMPT
The pair follow the birds, the smell of rot and death causes them to be taken aback, but there is something more to this nasty smell. Kiar looks and sees a red dun roan leopard appaloosa filly [ee/A+A+/nD/nR/nLp PTRN 1] is laying low, watching as her mother is being pecked at by the birds. The filly doesn't look to the pair, it is as if they do not exist to her right now... the poor thing is traumatized.
"We-we can't leave her like this darlin'... She can't be watching this..." Dale's eyes grew soft with sadness. What will Kiar do?

➤ Go to the filly and help her to her feet... you need to get her away from there...

Fresh Meat

Ahead, Kiar sees one of the worst possible scenarios: the body of a mare is calling the buzzards. The body jumps grotesquely as they pick at it and Kiar recoils from the smell of rot and death, but Dale’s snort of concern stops her from turning. Crouching low not far from the body is a red dun roan leopard appaloosa filly. The filly’s gaze is fixed on the scene and Kiar realizes it is her mother.

“We-we can’t leave her like this, darlin’…” says Dale. “She can’t be watching this…”

At his tone Kiar looks at the stallion, surprised to see his eyes soft with sadness. It makes her wonder if he has experienced something like this. Regardless, she agrees.

“Come on,” Kiar says to Dale, walking past the stallion. He follows her but keeps his eyes on the buzzards, ears pinned.

The filly does not notice them until Kiar stops in front of her, blocking her view.

“What-!”

The fear and pain in the filly’s eyes claws at something in Kiar, but she swallows past it. She nudges the filly. “Get up,” she says as softly as she can. When the filly just stares at her Kiar repeats herself more firmly. “We can’t stay here.”

The filly looks over to her mother, but Kiar shifts again to block her view. She tosses her head to signal Dale. Together they push the filly to her feet, but the young thing is shaking so badly she cannot stand on her own. Kiar presses close, maneuvering the filly until she is steadied between Kiar and Dale. The filly cries out and tries to turn back for her mother. Kiar sees pain grow on Dale’s expression, but she grits her teeth against their pain grating on her nerves and urges them both on. The last thing they need now is an encounter with coyotes, wolves, or humans…

- [314 words] -

Silver Estimate :: +25(full body) +5(herd member included) +5(colored) +5(simple detailed background) +10(main quest) +5(250+ words) = 55 Silver

Get outta there!
You'll have to forgive me for quality and frequency of submissions for a bit. I was in a no-fault fender bender recently so I have to take more breaks than usual.

REFERENCES & CREDITS
n/a

Kiar belongs to AmaranthineRain
Dale & filly belong to White-MountainRPG

illustration & story © AmaranthineRain aka Kiri Rabina Ramdeo
all rights reserved

Description

WMRPG Tracker Journal | ARPG Master Tracker | ARPG gallery

. next> WMPRG | Move AwayMove Away
413 words

Dale nudges the filly, encouraging her to keep walking though her head hangs low. He adjusts his gait to match Kiar and re-tucks the filly between himself and Kiar. He ruffles the filly’s mane to distract her and looks over at the dappled mare.
“We are almost somewhere we can rest, darlin’… What do you want to do?”
Kiar glances over her shoulder one last time at the filly’s mother, eyes narrow at the activity of the buzzards. It is getting late and she flares her nostrils – there is a water source nearby. They should probably bed down near the water, what with the running she and Dale had been doing, but Kiar worries about the smell of the meat overpowering the water source. If the wild herds she chased after as a yearling taught her anything it was that predators were not to be messed with when grouped together.
Kiar snorts as the filly’s head bobs and jerks. Shaking her own head, Kiar looks at Dale.
START FROM THE BEGINNING

Featuring:
WMRPG | Kiar | Lead Mare
WMRPG | Claimed | Dale
WMRPG | Claimed | Isi

PROMPT
The pair follow the birds, the smell of rot and death causes them to be taken aback, but there is something more to this nasty smell. Kiar looks and sees a red dun roan leopard appaloosa filly [ee/A+A+/nD/nR/nLp PTRN 1] is laying low, watching as her mother is being pecked at by the birds. The filly doesn't look to the pair, it is as if they do not exist to her right now... the poor thing is traumatized.
"We-we can't leave her like this darlin'... She can't be watching this..." Dale's eyes grew soft with sadness. What will Kiar do?

➤ Go to the filly and help her to her feet... you need to get her away from there...

Fresh Meat

Ahead, Kiar sees one of the worst possible scenarios: the body of a mare is calling the buzzards. The body jumps grotesquely as they pick at it and Kiar recoils from the smell of rot and death, but Dale’s snort of concern stops her from turning. Crouching low not far from the body is a red dun roan leopard appaloosa filly. The filly’s gaze is fixed on the scene and Kiar realizes it is her mother.

“We-we can’t leave her like this, darlin’…” says Dale. “She can’t be watching this…”

At his tone Kiar looks at the stallion, surprised to see his eyes soft with sadness. It makes her wonder if he has experienced something like this. Regardless, she agrees.

“Come on,” Kiar says to Dale, walking past the stallion. He follows her but keeps his eyes on the buzzards, ears pinned.

The filly does not notice them until Kiar stops in front of her, blocking her view.

“What-!”

The fear and pain in the filly’s eyes claws at something in Kiar, but she swallows past it. She nudges the filly. “Get up,” she says as softly as she can. When the filly just stares at her Kiar repeats herself more firmly. “We can’t stay here.”

The filly looks over to her mother, but Kiar shifts again to block her view. She tosses her head to signal Dale. Together they push the filly to her feet, but the young thing is shaking so badly she cannot stand on her own. Kiar presses close, maneuvering the filly until she is steadied between Kiar and Dale. The filly cries out and tries to turn back for her mother. Kiar sees pain grow on Dale’s expression, but she grits her teeth against their pain grating on her nerves and urges them both on. The last thing they need now is an encounter with coyotes, wolves, or humans…

- [314 words] -

Silver Estimate :: +25(full body) +5(herd member included) +5(colored) +5(simple detailed background) +10(main quest) +5(250+ words) = 55 Silver

Get outta there!
You'll have to forgive me for quality and frequency of submissions for a bit. I was in a no-fault fender bender recently so I have to take more breaks than usual.

REFERENCES & CREDITS
n/a

Kiar belongs to AmaranthineRain
Dale & filly belong to White-MountainRPG

illustration & story © AmaranthineRain aka Kiri Rabina Ramdeo
all rights reserved