*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[Athaid]

India was now close to the orchard, she could smell the sweet, alcoholic scent of fermented fruit. She flared her nostrils and snorted happily, walking at a leisurely pace toward the nearest tree. The red glow of the sinking sun and the blue glare of the rising moon clashed in the sky, illuminating two figures moving amongst the trees. India stood stock still, her head standing erect and her ears twisting anxiously. She neighed loudly and stomped her hooves.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric twisted himself away from the strangers grip and opened his eyes wearily. "You're here.. To take me back... Aren't you?" He wheezed.

 

[Bantambird]

"wee bit," she said, not moving or looking away. She didn't like where this was going. She was thinking about leaving, since the official looking one might have lots more official friends who wouldn't like what she was and might put her head on a pike along the coastline to warn off invaders like herself.

 

[Flock Master64]

"What land do you come from?" Azor took a wool blanket off his horse and put it under Alfrics head

 

[Flock Master64]

Azor stood back up and took some dried meats out of his saddle bag and handed them to Herja,
"Would you like some?"

 

[Bantambird]

Realizing she was not needed, Herja did not bother answering. She knew that her camp was not safe here, with all these official little men roaming around. The young one being tended to, she decided to simply leave. Catching her halberd in both crooks of her elbows and behind her neck, she strolled away, regularly glancing back to check for pursuers.

 

[Flock Master64]

Azor watched Herja walk away then looked down at Alfred "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here soon"

 

[chickluvinfreak]

(Can I join?)

 

[Flock Master64]

( Carzy Chick isn't here now I don't think but yes they are accepting forms, check the first
Page for opening roles)

 

[Bantambird]

Once she could no longer see the official, Herja doubled back and went another route to her camp. Exhausted, she packed her meager, damp belongings, tying the small bundle to her belt this time, since she may have need of her weapon at a moment's notice. She was very glad she had oiled everything before she had had to move. It was plenty dark out, which afforded her plenty of cover, and she stomped out the remaining fire, then threw a handful of wet sandy dirt on it. The fire hissed its dying breath and then ceased to be. Double checking, Herja made sure she packed everything, especially the flint. A knife would sure be handy right now. Her stomach complained loudly. She decided that perhaps a night time hunt might be necessary after all, since she needed to find a better protected camp.