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SA | Kilorn | Warder | Serora

+ 31 AP +5 FVR +10 CS to Kilorn
14 AP for 7 fullbodies, 14 AP for shading 7 fullbodies, 3 AP complex bg,
5 FVR & 10 cs for chapter related art

I know this isn't accurate at all like where they were standing but i hope that's okay, I started out with Iscah and Abram. I started this when Io was still in so I hope no one minds that I included her nun. I like how this turned out, even if it's not how I imagined it lol, I hope you all like it! If these two posts aren't okay because I didn't include Ki lemme know and I'll fix it nwn

Abram | Bondmate

Abram’s eyes swept across his beautiful land, and he found he could not shake the pervasive feeling that this was not where he was supposed to be. It was an uncomfortable notion, that sat heavy and cold in his gut while simultaneously thrumming unease through his nerves, with the end result that Abram found himself constantly pulled between heavy doubt and anxious hyper awareness. If Yeshua were here, he would blame it stolidly on Abram’s recent re-introduction to the War Forged herd, a trip that “would imbalance any sane equine”, to use the disgruntled stallion’s own words. But Yeshua was not here, and Abram knew that his unease stemmed not from the War Forged herd, but from his own. The paint lifted his head, nostrils flaring wide as he breathed in the hot, dry air of mid-day, and he found no pleasure in its familiar, rich scent, nor on the fierce beauty of the northern Sedo landscape. It was not the landscape that was diminished, of course, not truly. It was the essence of it, the herd… himself.

Abram’s brows drew together as his stomach gave an uncomfortable twinge. What we do, we do for the good of the herd, he reminded himself robustly, shaking his mane as if to emphasize the point. His eyes cut to the side, taking in the forms of his traveling companions, and snagging uncomfortably on Iscah. The Aodhian ambassador to his herd. He had had some dealings with her in the past, of course, and liked her well enough (though she was prone to vapid chattering but then, Aodhdian) but the new decree from Aodh had changed the course of the relationship dramatically.

It was one thing to make small talk with someone who had dealings with slaves. It was quite another to suddenly find yourself supplying them.

We do what we must to survive. We do what we must...

Abram realized he was staring at the painted mare, and he cleared his throat.

“Are you sure you would not like to go back to the camp?” He asked Iscah politely. “Even as far north as we currently are, the heat can be very intense.” It was not a lie; though his motives for wishing to be away from this distasteful patrol were varied, he did worry that the unicorn might over-extend herself in the heat of day, something even Seroran-borns had to be wary of. Alya’s land was not for the weak or foolish.

Iscah
She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that most in the group were not fond of her, specifically for the fact that she was Aodhian, and that it was her herd forcing the Serorans to capture the vagabonds they all (foolishly) allowed into their lands with freedom. Frankly, Iscah was fed up with hearing Serorans complain over having to capture the vagabonds that they normally accepted without a worry. She didn’t care if the Serorans had to compromise their precious ‘morals’ in order to get the resources they needed. If they really needed the food as desperately as they said, they should accept it. No ‘ifs, ‘buts’, or complains of any sort.

Iscah looked to Abram, noticing that his gaze had been on her perhaps little longer than she liked. Her ears flicked back at his words. She would love to go back to the camp. But, she simply couldn’t - or rather, wasn’t allowed to. This was what she had been assigned to, and as an emissary, she had to go along to keep appearances. Iscah simply shook her head.

“I have been within Serora long enough to know its heat,” she replied, attempting match the polite tone that Abram used. “I will be fine. You needn’t worry of me, Abram.”

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Description

SA | Kilorn | Warder | Serora

+ 31 AP +5 FVR +10 CS to Kilorn
14 AP for 7 fullbodies, 14 AP for shading 7 fullbodies, 3 AP complex bg,
5 FVR & 10 cs for chapter related art

I know this isn't accurate at all like where they were standing but i hope that's okay, I started out with Iscah and Abram. I started this when Io was still in so I hope no one minds that I included her nun. I like how this turned out, even if it's not how I imagined it lol, I hope you all like it! If these two posts aren't okay because I didn't include Ki lemme know and I'll fix it nwn

Abram | Bondmate

Abram’s eyes swept across his beautiful land, and he found he could not shake the pervasive feeling that this was not where he was supposed to be. It was an uncomfortable notion, that sat heavy and cold in his gut while simultaneously thrumming unease through his nerves, with the end result that Abram found himself constantly pulled between heavy doubt and anxious hyper awareness. If Yeshua were here, he would blame it stolidly on Abram’s recent re-introduction to the War Forged herd, a trip that “would imbalance any sane equine”, to use the disgruntled stallion’s own words. But Yeshua was not here, and Abram knew that his unease stemmed not from the War Forged herd, but from his own. The paint lifted his head, nostrils flaring wide as he breathed in the hot, dry air of mid-day, and he found no pleasure in its familiar, rich scent, nor on the fierce beauty of the northern Sedo landscape. It was not the landscape that was diminished, of course, not truly. It was the essence of it, the herd… himself.

Abram’s brows drew together as his stomach gave an uncomfortable twinge. What we do, we do for the good of the herd, he reminded himself robustly, shaking his mane as if to emphasize the point. His eyes cut to the side, taking in the forms of his traveling companions, and snagging uncomfortably on Iscah. The Aodhian ambassador to his herd. He had had some dealings with her in the past, of course, and liked her well enough (though she was prone to vapid chattering but then, Aodhdian) but the new decree from Aodh had changed the course of the relationship dramatically.

It was one thing to make small talk with someone who had dealings with slaves. It was quite another to suddenly find yourself supplying them.

We do what we must to survive. We do what we must...

Abram realized he was staring at the painted mare, and he cleared his throat.

“Are you sure you would not like to go back to the camp?” He asked Iscah politely. “Even as far north as we currently are, the heat can be very intense.” It was not a lie; though his motives for wishing to be away from this distasteful patrol were varied, he did worry that the unicorn might over-extend herself in the heat of day, something even Seroran-borns had to be wary of. Alya’s land was not for the weak or foolish.

Iscah
She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that most in the group were not fond of her, specifically for the fact that she was Aodhian, and that it was her herd forcing the Serorans to capture the vagabonds they all (foolishly) allowed into their lands with freedom. Frankly, Iscah was fed up with hearing Serorans complain over having to capture the vagabonds that they normally accepted without a worry. She didn’t care if the Serorans had to compromise their precious ‘morals’ in order to get the resources they needed. If they really needed the food as desperately as they said, they should accept it. No ‘ifs, ‘buts’, or complains of any sort.

Iscah looked to Abram, noticing that his gaze had been on her perhaps little longer than she liked. Her ears flicked back at his words. She would love to go back to the camp. But, she simply couldn’t - or rather, wasn’t allowed to. This was what she had been assigned to, and as an emissary, she had to go along to keep appearances. Iscah simply shook her head.

“I have been within Serora long enough to know its heat,” she replied, attempting match the polite tone that Abram used. “I will be fine. You needn’t worry of me, Abram.”

Mature Content

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