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+ 9 AP (full body, complex bg, effort shading, roleplay inspired)
+ 5 FVR
+ 10 CS
for Froya

War-Forged - Plot 001 - Snow and Shadows

Hira:

“I agree we should try and find some better shelter.” Trees were sparse, this high up the mountain, but there were plenty of rocky outcroppings and small caves.

“Froya, Amber. Take no more than 15 minutes, scout the area for a suitable location for us to rest for a while. Do not stray from each other’s sight.” Hira didn’t think that they were currently near any chasms or bridges, but she wasn’t willing to bet on it. If the girls- no, when the girls found somewhere better to hunker down, they could discuss their options further.

There was the muffled sound of beating wings and a soft screech, and Arro dropped out of the skies and landed with a heavy thump on Hira’s neck, eliciting a grunt from the mare, though she kept her hooves. He shook his wings, showering Hira further in half-melted crystals. The pygmy gryphon didn’t seem to mind the storm at all.

“Keep an eye on them, will you?” Hira told him in an undertone, audible only to the gryphon under the howling wind. Arro seemed to consider this for a moment, then he raked his beak on Hira’s horn (she fought the urge to wince; she had long since decided to interpret the gesture as “affectionate”) and then he pushed off, lost once more in the snowy skies.

Hira watched him go, then sighed, meeting Khala’s eyes and not bothering to hide her unease.

Froya:

With well masked distaste Froya watched Arro perch on her leader's neck, slinging snow among the warrior mares. Damn feathered beast. The creature had caused Froya no personal offense, but he was cursed to be loathed by her as long as he possessed the gift of flight. Especially when he flaunted it right before her eyes.

"Of course, War Lord." responded Froya with no hint scorn, giving a quick bow of the head and a glance at Amber before taking a leap into the snow. Immediately it kissed her belly, wet and icy, cold fingers trying to pry their way into her thick coat. The valkyrie paid it no mind, this was common place for her. A deep trail was left in her wake as she drove the snow away from her path. Amber could use this to tread easier, not having to fight the snow to make her own road if she so chose.

She was heading for the cliff sides, their best hope for cover in this location. As she trudged forward her eyes crawl along the rocky surface, trying to pick out darker shadows that might betray a cave or overhang. The snow made her eyes less keen, flurries of white blurring the craggy shapes.

"Amber," she addressed her peer in a near yell to overcome the wind "do you see anything of promise?" The gusts turned her free mane into miniature whips, biting at her eyes with quick, evil licks. Slowing as she neared the rock face, Froya paid more mind to the land beneath her. Snow could mask ravines and falls better than one could imagine, only realizing you had stumbled upon one when you crashed to the bottom. She slipped one hoof into the snow before her, feeling her way before letting her weight rest upon it. It would not be her fate to die in a mountain trench, frozen and buried.

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I can't wait to finish our plot!! This chapter has been very fun, I'm excited for the next.

Description
+ 9 AP (full body, complex bg, effort shading, roleplay inspired)
+ 5 FVR
+ 10 CS
for Froya

War-Forged - Plot 001 - Snow and Shadows

Hira:

“I agree we should try and find some better shelter.” Trees were sparse, this high up the mountain, but there were plenty of rocky outcroppings and small caves.

“Froya, Amber. Take no more than 15 minutes, scout the area for a suitable location for us to rest for a while. Do not stray from each other’s sight.” Hira didn’t think that they were currently near any chasms or bridges, but she wasn’t willing to bet on it. If the girls- no, when the girls found somewhere better to hunker down, they could discuss their options further.

There was the muffled sound of beating wings and a soft screech, and Arro dropped out of the skies and landed with a heavy thump on Hira’s neck, eliciting a grunt from the mare, though she kept her hooves. He shook his wings, showering Hira further in half-melted crystals. The pygmy gryphon didn’t seem to mind the storm at all.

“Keep an eye on them, will you?” Hira told him in an undertone, audible only to the gryphon under the howling wind. Arro seemed to consider this for a moment, then he raked his beak on Hira’s horn (she fought the urge to wince; she had long since decided to interpret the gesture as “affectionate”) and then he pushed off, lost once more in the snowy skies.

Hira watched him go, then sighed, meeting Khala’s eyes and not bothering to hide her unease.

Froya:

With well masked distaste Froya watched Arro perch on her leader's neck, slinging snow among the warrior mares. Damn feathered beast. The creature had caused Froya no personal offense, but he was cursed to be loathed by her as long as he possessed the gift of flight. Especially when he flaunted it right before her eyes.

"Of course, War Lord." responded Froya with no hint scorn, giving a quick bow of the head and a glance at Amber before taking a leap into the snow. Immediately it kissed her belly, wet and icy, cold fingers trying to pry their way into her thick coat. The valkyrie paid it no mind, this was common place for her. A deep trail was left in her wake as she drove the snow away from her path. Amber could use this to tread easier, not having to fight the snow to make her own road if she so chose.

She was heading for the cliff sides, their best hope for cover in this location. As she trudged forward her eyes crawl along the rocky surface, trying to pick out darker shadows that might betray a cave or overhang. The snow made her eyes less keen, flurries of white blurring the craggy shapes.

"Amber," she addressed her peer in a near yell to overcome the wind "do you see anything of promise?" The gusts turned her free mane into miniature whips, biting at her eyes with quick, evil licks. Slowing as she neared the rock face, Froya paid more mind to the land beneath her. Snow could mask ravines and falls better than one could imagine, only realizing you had stumbled upon one when you crashed to the bottom. She slipped one hoof into the snow before her, feeling her way before letting her weight rest upon it. It would not be her fate to die in a mountain trench, frozen and buried.

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I can't wait to finish our plot!! This chapter has been very fun, I'm excited for the next.