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The Ruin of Iron and Blood: Chapter Eighty-One

A Place Once Called Home Dearest Kol, I hope that you’ve received my previous letter and that you and Emma, and the rest of the clan are doing well. I continue to be very grateful for your idea that I bring some birds to send messages back to you. Karda and Perga are protecting me well. Maybe too well, Perga offered to carry me to the latrine a couple of nights ago. I almost lost my patience with her. And I can imagine you laughing at that and I hope that Emma is on your lap so she pulls on your beard when you do. Please shave that thing before I get back. Varkhaz is still keeping a slow pace even though I told him he doesn’t have to go so slow on my account. It’s treatment like this that encourages K and P to treat me like I’m made of glass. This better not keep happening for the next three months. Yesterday we met up with an elvish honor guard. And we should just be a day or so from Sennaril. The closer we get there the more convinced I am that it was best to leave Hannah with

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Never Known

At night, where the candle burns slow, and the light dances with the shadows in an ever glow. On paper with ink wet, yet unfinished words only remain. To think the show must end, but it was never true this would lend. Just a performance for one and none set on a stage that soon became a cage. A smile as though a wisp that hides the mask so fixed to a face, a charade all the same. Weak are these days now dragged along on the river known by that name of ever to change. In truth and in shame, all you knew was a ghost that posed, yet nothing passed of who never gave. At most a shade flittered on candlelight to reveal a form of human and a grave. To conceal a life that always felt this would never, no, it would never ever stand a whole lifetime and again. Tears danced and ebbed away, as land of that farce did the same. At night when under the moonlight, wonder calls with a rhyme as to challenge a mind. Who walks this world, who speaks with lies, who lives an actor's

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Blue Team Go! (Not All Dogs Go To Heaven)

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CV - A Frightful Sight

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Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

It was the sound of stampeding cattle that first caught Curtis’s attention. He and Sirius were out foraging – though pickings were slim this early in the year. Still, he hoped for possibly some early choke cherries or something besides hardtack and dried rations. His last trip fishing had ended horribly, thanks to the crazed bull so…he was not apt to want to go back. However, he and the white mare had made quite a lazy loop around their usual stomping grounds. It wasn’t until the air began to hum with a sound like thunder that Curtis really got concerned. He was currently on the ground, but slung himself into the saddle as the first of the animals slipped and slid over the ridge. “Shit!” He barked, digging his heels into the mare’s sides. As Sirius rocketed off, the sky above them roiled with snowclouds. NOT NOW! Curtis’s words were hissed curses dragged through his teeth as he and Sirius thundered down the small ridge. Snow began to fall in thick, fat flakes, obscuring his vision.

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Busy Day - CV

Morning sun filtered through the trees. Last night’s rains seemed to have dissipated, as Nyroc and Flynn wandered their territory. The pair of cream colored stallions made quite a sight, as they crossed hills and valleys. As they walked, Flynn glanced over at Nyroc. Nyroc caught the glance, and grinned. Arching his neck, the stallion struck out at the ground, tail flagging. Flynn chuckled, amused by Nyroc’s sudden decision to strut his stuff. The other stud trotted forward, feeling silly as he tossed his head. His golden hued coat shone in the light. The pair of them made a wide, lazy turn and headed back towards the rest of their Bachelor band. So far, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. However, as they moved forward, they caught sight of a flashy bay splashed coat. Narrowing his eyes, Nyroc dropped the strutting act, and shuffled forward. The horse’s ears perked up, and he whinnied to them. But Nyroc was in no mood to share territory. With a whinny of challenge, he surged

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NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Cinnabar galloped towards home, his ears flat to his skull, and his war-cut mane and tail flapping in the breeze he created. His heart pounded, as he slid to a halt in the courtyard of Silver Wolf Stables, across the bridge and into the actual grounds of the farm again. His blue eyes rolled with fear as he clattered to a halt. He whinnied a piercing cry, trying to alert someone...anyone...that he needed help. A moment later, Magnus came out of the barn, his brows furrowed as he hurried towards the gelding. Magnus grabbed the horse’s reins, trying to calm him down. But Cinnabar could not be eased, as he trotted in place, whinnying and snorting. “Hey...buddy...where’s Vi?” Asked Magnus, as though the horse could answer him. Worry crossed his brow, as he took in details about the horse. He noticed that the horse was all tacked up still, but that the camera and human were both missing. As the words left his lips, he watched the horse rear up and whinny, shaking his head.

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Long Time, No See

The last of the desperate scramble were starting to settle down now, Fish could tell. His sides heaved in and out, struggling for breath, but somehow he managed to keep on going until he escaped the reach of the researchers trying desperately to split the stampede and round up the stragglers. He was tired, but not stupid. He wouldn't go. He did, however, have to quit eventually, and when he did, he finally looked around without the red haze of panic coating every action, each thought reduced to animal panic as he fought even just to keep his footing without tripping to a worse fate than this. What he realized was quick, and unfortunate, coming in three parts: one, he had no idea where he was. Two, he had no idea how to get back. And three, worst of all... he couldn't see a single member of his herd. Figures. Oryx was watching the horizon. Dust clouds. Wondering what it could be, the buckskin horse turned his attention to his herdmates, seeing that they were busy grooming, napping, or

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Welcome Home, Gael

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[CV] Beowulf - Gust of Luck

The heavy winds blasted Beowulf’s herd with little mercy. It would dip in severity for a while, giving them a break, only to pick up again. The dry air twisted and tangled their manes and tails and irritated their eyes. Some of them attempted to hide under the shelter the pen provided, only to find that it didn’t do much. Others decided to bear it outside, figuring it didn’t matter where they stood. Foals stood in the shadows of the adults whose larger bodies protected them from the brunt of it. The humans were notably absent today. They came in for the morning and evening feedings, and put fly masks on the tame horses in the other pasture. A few of them came by the pen and peered at the mustangs, debating something the mustangs couldn’t understand, before returning to the safety of their home. Other than the wind, it was a rather uneventful day. The minutes seemed to drag on, with the mustangs not being able to do much but putter around and wait for something to happen. When night

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[CV] Beowulf - Captive

Beowulf paced back and forth in the stall that confined him. It was too small, suffocating. The sound of his hooves thudding against the rubber mats that made up the flooring threatened to drive him mad. The wooden walls mocked him in their sturdiness, his hooves not even making a dent against their smooth surfaces when he kicked. He couldn’t even stick his head over the doorway, blocked by metal bars. At least those same bars ran along the sides of his stall, allowing him to see the horses beside him. A small comfort. Izzy was in the stall to his right, Silvana on his left. Mercie was on Silvana’s left, and on the opposite wall of the barn stood Ambrose, Celaeno, and Anri in stalls of their own.Silvana tried to poke her nose out through the bars of the stall door. Mercie stood calmly, observing. Ambrose and Anri kicked at their walls while Celaeno huddled in a corner of her stall. Familiar neighs from outside could be heard through the barn walls. As much as their distressed voices

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[CV] Beowulf - Revelations

After the mustangs had some time to settle from the chase, the humans moved the herd into another pen deeper into the ranch. This one was larger, with more space for the mustangs to roam and a sturdy shelter. A pasture with some tame horses within it was not too far off, with the horses inside sending inquisitive looks to their new mustang neighbors. Beowulf stood at the fence and watched the humans go about their business. After searching for a weakness in the fence (which resulted in nothing) he decided to try to seek out a weakness among the humans themselves. He needed any opening he could get to break his family out. This wasn’t the first time they’ve been captured, and the fact that it happened again weighed heavily on his mind. He should have urged the herd to leave the area once they heard the rumor of a human settlement being nearby and yet...they stayed and now they were paying for it. What was he doing wrong for this to have happened multiple times? Did they have poor

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The Fifth Day

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Emerald Paws: Season Four: Chapter 1

Fifty Three Years Later -------------------------------- Montana, also known as the Big Sky Country, or as the Treasure State, is known for its vast and expansive landscapes, immense natural beauty and sparse population. It is a state beloved for its outdoor activities such as fishing, hiking and skiing. Unsurprisingly, it is a home state of Glacier National Park, Yellowstone National Park (marginally), lush forests and gorgeous lakes and rivers. The story that is about to unfold takes place in the late spring, or early summer, of 1983, in the Custer Gallatin National Forest, southern Montana… It was a sunny and clear late spring day at the lush and green meadow not far from the strong and formidable waterfall after the snow from Rocky Mountains tops melted. Mountains stretched as far as the eye could see and there was a lake not far from that meadow, showing a gradient of emerald, topaz and sapphire colors. It was as if modern civilization never set foot in this area. This forest

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Emerald Paws: Season Three: Chapter 18

Together with the Wind -------------------------------- Then she noticed something. That old oak tree had no leaves left. The last one fell off and was carried by a wind, which then landed right in front of her paws. All this time she didn’t pay attention to that tree or its leaves, but when she looked at the last one below her, her sense of dread became more apparent and greater than ever. “Uncle… uncle, where are you?!” Sena spoke, stifling shock in her voice. She sniffed the air for his scent and at first it guided her towards the forest. Was he wandering the woods because he was having those periods he relived from his past? Then, halfway from cave to forest, Nava’s scent changed course and led her towards the river. As she stood at the river bank, she noticed the scent going towards the river and then simply disappearing. Her eyes widened in horror when she could no longer follow her uncle’s scent. Was he… was he that careless?! It couldn’t be… she couldn’t accept it. He would

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The Ruin of Iron and Blood: Chapter Eighty-One

A Place Once Called Home Dearest Kol, I hope that you’ve received my previous letter and that you and Emma, and the rest of the clan are doing well. I continue to be very grateful for your idea that I bring some birds to send messages back to you. Karda and Perga are protecting me well. Maybe too well, Perga offered to carry me to the latrine a couple of nights ago. I almost lost my patience with her. And I can imagine you laughing at that and I hope that Emma is on your lap so she pulls on your beard when you do. Please shave that thing before I get back. Varkhaz is still keeping a slow pace even though I told him he doesn’t have to go so slow on my account. It’s treatment like this that encourages K and P to treat me like I’m made of glass. This better not keep happening for the next three months. Yesterday we met up with an elvish honor guard. And we should just be a day or so from Sennaril. The closer we get there the more convinced I am that it was best to leave Hannah with

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Never Known

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Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

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Busy Day - CV

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Long Time, No See

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Welcome Home, Gael

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[CV] Beowulf - Revelations

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The Fifth Day

The Book of Adrien and Artanis Part 1 Featuring: Adrien Grey 9258 'Fern' Author's note: 'Fern' is referred to throughout this work as "Filly" Nordanner Newbie Arena Tasks: Manners 9) Blanketing Also Featuring: B303 Remuda's Bluesky and Vanya B301 Remuda's Flashbang and Roderick A927 AsS Arsindium and Emile 1033 Moira and Ammerlyn 356 Basilia Call to Arms and Basilia's T3 Black Cat Familiar and Jessa With special Guest: A918 Remuda's Running Moonshine Wordcount: 2413 (does not include headings, quote, navigation, or pagebreaks) Part 1 Navigation: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 - you are here Part 2 ... TBC Chapter 7: The Fifth Day “ ...at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.” - JRR Tolkien We got a good night’s right for the first time in days, and it showed in our level of readiness as we headed back toward the river and the awaiting herd. We were still three days out from help

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Emerald Paws: Season Four: Chapter 1

Fifty Three Years Later -------------------------------- Montana, also known as the Big Sky Country, or as the Treasure State, is known for its vast and expansive landscapes, immense natural beauty and sparse population. It is a state beloved for its outdoor activities such as fishing, hiking and skiing. Unsurprisingly, it is a home state of Glacier National Park, Yellowstone National Park (marginally), lush forests and gorgeous lakes and rivers. The story that is about to unfold takes place in the late spring, or early summer, of 1983, in the Custer Gallatin National Forest, southern Montana… It was a sunny and clear late spring day at the lush and green meadow not far from the strong and formidable waterfall after the snow from Rocky Mountains tops melted. Mountains stretched as far as the eye could see and there was a lake not far from that meadow, showing a gradient of emerald, topaz and sapphire colors. It was as if modern civilization never set foot in this area. This forest

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Emerald Paws: Season Three: Chapter 18

Together with the Wind -------------------------------- Then she noticed something. That old oak tree had no leaves left. The last one fell off and was carried by a wind, which then landed right in front of her paws. All this time she didn’t pay attention to that tree or its leaves, but when she looked at the last one below her, her sense of dread became more apparent and greater than ever. “Uncle… uncle, where are you?!” Sena spoke, stifling shock in her voice. She sniffed the air for his scent and at first it guided her towards the forest. Was he wandering the woods because he was having those periods he relived from his past? Then, halfway from cave to forest, Nava’s scent changed course and led her towards the river. As she stood at the river bank, she noticed the scent going towards the river and then simply disappearing. Her eyes widened in horror when she could no longer follow her uncle’s scent. Was he… was he that careless?! It couldn’t be… she couldn’t accept it. He would

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The Ruin of Iron and Blood: Chapter Eighty-One

Never Known

Blue Team Go! (Not All Dogs Go To Heaven)

CV - A Frightful Sight

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

Busy Day - CV

NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Long Time, No See

Welcome Home, Gael

[CV] Beowulf - Gust of Luck

[CV] Beowulf - Captive

[CV] Beowulf - Revelations

The Fifth Day

Emerald Paws: Season Four: Chapter 1

Emerald Paws: Season Three: Chapter 18

The Ruin of Iron and Blood: Chapter Eighty-One

Never Known

Blue Team Go! (Not All Dogs Go To Heaven)

CV - A Frightful Sight

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

Busy Day - CV

NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Long Time, No See

Welcome Home, Gael

[CV] Beowulf - Gust of Luck

[CV] Beowulf - Captive

[CV] Beowulf - Revelations

The Fifth Day

Emerald Paws: Season Four: Chapter 1

Emerald Paws: Season Three: Chapter 18

Bruce Castelo

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The Ruin of Iron and Blood: Chapter Eighty-One

Never Known

Blue Team Go! (Not All Dogs Go To Heaven)

CV - A Frightful Sight

Stuck Between a Stampede and a Storm

Busy Day - CV

NordoWriMo - CYO - Search and Rescue

Long Time, No See

Welcome Home, Gael

[CV] Beowulf - Gust of Luck

[CV] Beowulf - Captive

[CV] Beowulf - Revelations

The Fifth Day

Emerald Paws: Season Four: Chapter 1

Emerald Paws: Season Three: Chapter 18