He grunted loudly as Lakha sent him reeling back, his hind hooves scrambling over themselves for track. Cole vaguely heard Avery’s cry as he felt his hind legs hit the bar. He then immediately launched himself like a spring at Lakha’s torso. He felt his whole spine contract as his shoulder dug itself into Lakha’s stomach. Shouts and screams erupted as both stallions flew back out the tavern and tumbled into the dirt. The vague plan in Cole’s head was to render his opponent immobile, likely by using the advantage of weight, until others came to clean things up.
Cole’s hair was getting into his eyes and mouth as he rather blindly scrambled to get Lakha’s slippery arms under control.
Bhearit:
With one hand on the door opened ajar, he was just about to step out when his other hand was clasped about the wrist. For the slightest second, he expected it to be Ashtohn, but as he looked up, he realized it was Kavani. His hearts gave a small leap at the sight.
Her soft-spoken offer was impossible to refuse. Bhearit swallowed and nodded, unable to speak himself. Perhaps some company would do him good. Company other than Ashtohn.
He opened the door wider for Kavani to step through before following her. The next few steps were in silence as they both rounded the cabin to the shelter which held the wood. Bhearit stopped a couple strides behind Kavani. He was sure they both knew that neither of them were outside for more firewood. That much was obvious. The awkwardness about the earlier drama was pretty apparent too.
Bhearit wrapped his arms loosely around himself, clearing his throat quietly as he gazed at the ground. He inhaled, “I’m—I’d like to apologize for the scene I’ve caused. The unneces’ry drama,” Bhearit said finally, looking up briefly to glance to Kavani’s face. He didn’t quite meet her eyes, but he was determined to do so soon. “I got ahead of myself, for certain…” Bhearit straightened up more, becoming aware of his posture.
He looked at Kavani. It was difficult to see the expression on her face at this time of night. “I let my feelings get the better of me, and I let it spill. I will try to do better. The last thing you and Kollin need is more instability,” he said and then paused a moment. “Not that you should rely— or do rely—on me of course. What I mean to say is that I think it would be good that you have less unstable people in your life. Ah. You know what I mean.”
Bhearit cleared his throat again, placed his hands on his hips, and then folded his arms with a heavy sigh.
Rimecrest:
He grunted as he tried to move his limbs—all of which were very heavy. He swiveled his ears around and blinked rapidly. “I feel like I’m underwater,” Rimecrest slurred. He managed to just lift one of his wings, the one he wasn’t lying on, and stretch out his flight feathers. They spread apart and trembled, sending shivers through his whole body. The colt swallowed dryly and sank his head back into the moss. His thoughts were still slow and far away.
“It’s dark. I’m—I think i’m going to sleep,” he mumbled and gave a soft sigh.
Callum:
He could feel Hassan’s eyes on him even as he looked out toward the forest. Now that the excitement had gone down, so had Callum’s energy—which wasn’t good. He was tired before, yes, but he had things to do. Active things. Now, he was just standing with two other pegasi (I think it was two I can’t remember) keeping watch over three young centaurs. He began to realize that he might not actually be any good to anyone if he couldn’t keep awake.
The three siblings had been made to lie down so that any chance of escape would be rendered more difficult. Leila remained in the middle of her two brothers: Hassan on her left and Fiell on her right. Fiell seemed to have dozed off, and Leila as well. Callum was certain the eldest had not, and he likely did not plan to sleep at all. Callum didn’t want to be outdone by this young stallion, but he felt his mind getting slower and his eyelids growing heavier. A steady throbbing had begun behind his right temple, which he knew would not go away without sleep. Callum crossed his arms and shifted his weight off of his left hind leg.
Cole:
He grunted loudly as Lakha sent him reeling back, his hind hooves scrambling over themselves for track. Cole vaguely heard Avery’s cry as he felt his hind legs hit the bar. He then immediately launched himself like a spring at Lakha’s torso. He felt his whole spine contract as his shoulder dug itself into Lakha’s stomach. Shouts and screams erupted as both stallions flew back out the tavern and tumbled into the dirt. The vague plan in Cole’s head was to render his opponent immobile, likely by using the advantage of weight, until others came to clean things up.
Cole’s hair was getting into his eyes and mouth as he rather blindly scrambled to get Lakha’s slippery arms under control.
Bhearit:
With one hand on the door opened ajar, he was just about to step out when his other hand was clasped about the wrist. For the slightest second, he expected it to be Ashtohn, but as he looked up, he realized it was Kavani. His hearts gave a small leap at the sight.
Her soft-spoken offer was impossible to refuse. Bhearit swallowed and nodded, unable to speak himself. Perhaps some company would do him good. Company other than Ashtohn.
He opened the door wider for Kavani to step through before following her. The next few steps were in silence as they both rounded the cabin to the shelter which held the wood. Bhearit stopped a couple strides behind Kavani. He was sure they both knew that neither of them were outside for more firewood. That much was obvious. The awkwardness about the earlier drama was pretty apparent too.
Bhearit wrapped his arms loosely around himself, clearing his throat quietly as he gazed at the ground. He inhaled, “I’m—I’d like to apologize for the scene I’ve caused. The unneces’ry drama,” Bhearit said finally, looking up briefly to glance to Kavani’s face. He didn’t quite meet her eyes, but he was determined to do so soon. “I got ahead of myself, for certain…” Bhearit straightened up more, becoming aware of his posture.
He looked at Kavani. It was difficult to see the expression on her face at this time of night. “I let my feelings get the better of me, and I let it spill. I will try to do better. The last thing you and Kollin need is more instability,” he said and then paused a moment. “Not that you should rely— or do rely—on me of course. What I mean to say is that I think it would be good that you have less unstable people in your life. Ah. You know what I mean.”
Bhearit cleared his throat again, placed his hands on his hips, and then folded his arms with a heavy sigh.
Rimecrest:
He grunted as he tried to move his limbs—all of which were very heavy. He swiveled his ears around and blinked rapidly. “I feel like I’m underwater,” Rimecrest slurred. He managed to just lift one of his wings, the one he wasn’t lying on, and stretch out his flight feathers. They spread apart and trembled, sending shivers through his whole body. The colt swallowed dryly and sank his head back into the moss. His thoughts were still slow and far away.
“It’s dark. I’m—I think i’m going to sleep,” he mumbled and gave a soft sigh.
Callum:
He could feel Hassan’s eyes on him even as he looked out toward the forest. Now that the excitement had gone down, so had Callum’s energy—which wasn’t good. He was tired before, yes, but he had things to do. Active things. Now, he was just standing with two other pegasi (I think it was two I can’t remember) keeping watch over three young centaurs. He began to realize that he might not actually be any good to anyone if he couldn’t keep awake.
The three siblings had been made to lie down so that any chance of escape would be rendered more difficult. Leila remained in the middle of her two brothers: Hassan on her left and Fiell on her right. Fiell seemed to have dozed off, and Leila as well. Callum was certain the eldest had not, and he likely did not plan to sleep at all. Callum didn’t want to be outdone by this young stallion, but he felt his mind getting slower and his eyelids growing heavier. A steady throbbing had begun behind his right temple, which he knew would not go away without sleep. Callum crossed his arms and shifted his weight off of his left hind leg.