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paixaorpg2008-05-22 05:22 pm
spiritunbridled.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2008-05-22 05:22 pm
Sniffing out Sin [Completed]
Characters: Spirit, Braska, Kit Fisto
Content: The trio sets out to find the source of this madness, using Spirit's nose as a guide.
Setting: Begins outside the Cafe Eresat on the H8/I8 border, continues toward Sin.
Time: Late morning.
Warnings: Talk of violence and nastiness, but that's it.
Spirit felt quite a bit like kicking something. That or running - toward or away from whatever stank so much, it didn't matter. The stallion had never been much good at standing around in times of danger; he wanted to be doing something.
The high emotions of those around him really weren't helping.
Still, going against whatever-it-was alone probably wasn't the smartest course of action, and there were herdmates coming. As he waited in front of the cafe, Spirit settled for trotting in wide circles on the street, grumbling and snorting to himself, occasionally bucking when nothing was behind him.
Content: The trio sets out to find the source of this madness, using Spirit's nose as a guide.
Setting: Begins outside the Cafe Eresat on the H8/I8 border, continues toward Sin.
Time: Late morning.
Warnings: Talk of violence and nastiness, but that's it.
Spirit felt quite a bit like kicking something. That or running - toward or away from whatever stank so much, it didn't matter. The stallion had never been much good at standing around in times of danger; he wanted to be doing something.
The high emotions of those around him really weren't helping.
Still, going against whatever-it-was alone probably wasn't the smartest course of action, and there were herdmates coming. As he waited in front of the cafe, Spirit settled for trotting in wide circles on the street, grumbling and snorting to himself, occasionally bucking when nothing was behind him.