Claws and Paws

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<Bang>Pull the Trigger

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It has been a long, hard trek for the mare, up the steep icey slopes of the tall mountain where it is said the white mare, Namid resides. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. Well, the mare thinks ruefully, The hike up here has almost done me in, and that was just the beginning. To think I'll have to hike up and down this mountain to get the items Namid wishes me to give her for a power. The raven head turns to glance over her shoulder, and imedeatly, the mare wishes she hadn't. Behind her, apart from the indents in the snow her flints have left, is a steep drop. Along is the narrow path she has just reached the end of.

The mare shudders and takes a few hasty steps forward to be farther away from the edge. The air is crisp and cool as she looks up at the clouds, pouring delicate white flakes upon her ebon bodice. Her brown eyes search the skies for a moment, as if expecting the goddess Namid herself to appear out of thin air. Then she shakes her head, as if ridding herself of a bothersome fly. How foolish of her to think that. Namid would only appear if one calls her. IN fact, she probably is busy with plenty of other horses and their quests for power. Her's is just another one, like annoying flies that land on your back, and even though you swish it away with your tail, it flies back, bringing a buddy with it.

Now, Pull the Trigger doesn't think this way, and in fact, the mare is beginning to wonder if the hike has done something, meddled with her brain. For the life of her, she hopes not. The mare shakes her head once more and lowers it so maw is almost touching the snowy ground beneath her. She closes her eyes for a moment before raising her head proudly. She steps forward again, carrying her head proudly as she surveys the ground before her. She parts her kissers and draws breath to speak over the wind, but pauses, as if her words are caught up in her throat.

In truth, Trigger's heart is racing a marathon inside. What does she say to call a goddess from her relm? She doesn't order a goddess around as she would a petty slave.. that is, if she had one. Right? Those such as Namid expect to be respected and looked upon with great dignity. Deep down, Trigger was humbled by the goddess, but that she would never admit. So, the mare draws another breath and calls:

"Namid, I have a request of you!"

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Words:495
Muse: great
Mood: humbled, unsure
Notes: I did this right... right?

[Halo]

Namid is not hard to summon, forever waiting for another to call even between more waiting for others to return. She is bound to this mountain and to its occupation, so she might as well get used to the idea and settle into it. A positive attitude will get her farther along than a poor one, like that of Komi or Raed. So when Trigger's voice echoes forth along the wind she replies immediately...with a smile, appearing from seemingly out of nowhere, stepping out of a flurry of snow as if through a doorway. "Good day. What might your request be?"
~Namid

(OOC: Your post is fine, but you forgot the form that you need to post. You can post it in your next reply if you'd like. Sorry this reply stinks...muse is dying)

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Character: Pull the Trigger
Questing for: wolf beginner
Why seek this?: so she can slip in through the shadows and possibly hide from her brother

I wish to have the ability to transform into the wolf! Her words are louds and wind whips around her face, grabbing at her mane as she takes a step forward. You can help me. Can't you, Namid? Her words are almost drowned out as the wind grows stronger.

OOC: rushed

[Halo]

The mare listens to the request placed upon her and slowly she lifts and lowers her head in a nod. How can she refuse one’s request? She’s always been the helpful sort. “Alright,” she announces before placing upon Trigger her quest. “Find for me a moss-covered rock in the Fog Marsh and also a flower iced over in the Winter Forest.” The white mare offers a small smile. “Bring this to me and you will have what you desire.”
~Namid

(OOC: That’s okay. Me too)

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<Bang>Pull the Trigger

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Namid, I have returned with the items you have requested. The mare pauses to set do the items in her mouth, muffling her speech. An iced over flower. She pauses to point at it with her maw, holding her breath so it does not warm from her warm breath. She moves her maw to the other object, a moss covered stone. This one, I tripped over. She chuckles softly. A moss covered rock from the Fog Marsh. She raises her head to look at the goddess before her. You have what you requested.

Iced Over Flower
Moss Covered Stone

Words: 183
Muse: good
Mood: calm, excited
Notes:--

[Halo]

And you shall have what you requested. (I'm too lazy to write a post) You have Beginner Wolf