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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 7:30:14 GMT
"Interrogation was exactly what our half-horn friend here received from me earlier. Granted… it was well-deserved," Wesley shot Dusty another glare while holding up his torch. From the mare though she didn't seem too 'off' to him. Probably dealt with spooks perhaps though, but the already dead didn't concern him. It was the other dangers-minus the elves-that Dusty mentioned that the dhampony was after. "But as the mule said, we're headin' to Colton… Ah don't got anything for your leg on me but if you follow us a doctor could look at ya in town-?" Wesley looked at her leg though, eyes narrowing a bit, "What exactly scratched ya up?"
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 7:43:58 GMT
"Heh, that is a good question. How do I sleep at night? My barrier must've been low, I suppose." she shrugged. She tilted her head at Dusty, what was wrong the Elves? She was about to ask him, but then they mentioned to going to Colton. She'd been to the town a few times. Remembering that Puddy had told her a lot of super naturals, like the vampponies and other such creatures hung about. "Well, I suppose I should see a doctor. It wouldn't hurt." she shrugged, she was more into natural medicine, but the natural herbs didn't really seem to be helping with the pain. When she felt the stallion's gaze on her,..or more importantly on her leg, she side stepped a bit; to try and completely block the view of it. "Its..just a scratch from a tree. The..thicket is a bit thick by my cottage." she said, but a memory flashed of the Timber Wolf racing after her because she had gotten too close to the orchard and it had ripped the edge of her cloak and leg..
"I could tag along if it were alright with you. However, I know not of the names of my fellow travelers of the Tugley Woods." she said, tilting her head matter of factly.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 7:58:22 GMT
Dusty rolls his shoulders then stands tall and strong. “Names Dusty S Hooves, Some call me the Hound. And ha, doctors. Never needed one in my life yet. But, miss, if ya leg be hurting, ah will carry ya if you wish. Not nice to make someone, no matter how odd, walk on a limp leg. It just ain't the nice thing to do.” He says getting down on his belly if she wants to take the free ride.
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 8:04:21 GMT
Wesley stared at Dusty with a deadpan expression, and just… let him showboat a bit however he wanted. It hardly mattered to him, at least if someone attacked with the mare is injured, she'd be carried to safety by Dusty while Wesley dealt with and slayed whatever dared to cross their path. "And my name's Wesley Steele, professional Vampony Hunter. Yer welcome to have Dusty carry you with us to Colton indeed, miss." he said with a slight nod.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 8:17:26 GMT
WitchHazel's face turned beet red. "No, no. That is quite alright, nice sir. I can walk fine. I walked all the way out here, I can walk fine." she smiled reassuringly. She didn't want to be bother, besides..her pride would shrivel up and die if she was carried around like some mare-in-distress. Which she was not. "My name is Belle, a pleasure to meet you both. So, you guys know where you are going, right?" she inquired, eye brow raised curiously.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 8:25:33 GMT
“Well, if ya really want to miss. But if ya start limping too much ah will just put ya on my back if ya like it or not.” He says standing back up looking at her. “And miss, ah don’t got more of a clue then a hen with it’s head bite off. but, Sir Angry Ever Grumpy here does. But, for me, this is my first time this far east! Much as ah love snow, it’s nice not to see some or need a wolfs worth of fur to keep warm.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 8:41:44 GMT
Wesley chose to ignore that nickname Dusty gave him, clearing his throat, "He's right. I do know these woods well and the way to town. So just follow me and do your best to keep up." The hunter instructed and after a moment's wait he trudged on down the path, keeping an even pace or two ahead of the others while also keeping his sharp eyes and ears alert for any lurking danger.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 8:45:09 GMT
"Alright, alright. But, it won't happen." she said, peering up at the mulecorn. Hm, he had such pretty eyes. She shook her head and decided to walk along side Dusty. "Where are you both from anyway? I could guess, you Mister Steele must live in or around Colton?" she asked. She was genuinely curious about these two. They were unlike any of the few ponies she has met so far. However,...Dusty reminded her of someone. She just wasn't sure.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 9:02:46 GMT
“Ah’m From Coal Haven. Don’t look for it on a map. not on it. Not even on area maps. Even it’s name can change and where it is. We have no Mayor, no flag, no law. The most close thing you can a leader of the town is Svarog Alpha. Big strong brute of pony. but past that, ah don’t got much to say on home. Just a hole in the map to drop in to if ya need to get away. not the only one like it ah think. Wearever the wanted need to hide, you will spot things like it ah feel.” He looks at with a grin. “But don’t think ah’m wanted. No one has got me in the act yet hahaha!” He then looks at Wesley. “Ya, where ya from?”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 9:14:47 GMT
Not caught in the act yet-? Wesley turned a critical eye on Dusty and snorted. "Ah actually live in a little shack somewhere in the Hidalgo Mountains. But bein' a hunter, ah'm not home much as it is so I travel around." he told them both. Dusty's comment about 'not being caught yet' really had Wesley's mind buzzing though with what the mule had done to break the law as they wandered through the trees and bushes.
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 9:20:42 GMT
"Hm, sounds like a place I might've found if I had no home." she said, staring at the ground as walked beside Dusty. "I was born pretty much in these woods. At the base of Mt Sleipner, but my parents moved us away to Buckham when I was just a filly. When they.." she faded, pressing her ears forward. "I decided to head back home yo the old cottage. Life in Buckham was..kinda of boring for me. I much rather be out here, seeing new things..different kinds of ponies." She looked between Dusty and Westley. "And, I haven't been disappointed yet."
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 9:29:25 GMT
Dusty gives Hazel a caring look, but does not dig in to parents. “Well, glad ya like ware ya be. My home is boring for the most. Ya, gangs go at it some times and the weekly drinking games are fun, but it’s a lot of nothing out that way. But, it’s my home… Ah think. It’s ware ah was found at least. My ma… My foster ma, found me at her tents door in a blizzard. Never saw the pony or ponies that left me. but she took good care of me. She is all the family ah got, and ah love her like a real ma, and far as ah bloody care, she is.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 3, 2014 9:45:21 GMT
"Well glad we haven't-disappointed-?" Wesley replied. He gave no mention offer past either, but his expression seemed… to have softened a little as well, which was a surprise considering the sternness in his usual attitude. Before long the trees and bushes thinned out and lights could be seen ahead. "We're nearly there."
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Post by selenethewerewolf on Feb 3, 2014 16:18:03 GMT
Hazel chuckled softly. She walked in silence next to Dusty. The forest was thinning, as Wesley told them they were getting closer. She was only getting slightly nervous, but didn't show it. She was going to the doctor, it was more than one reason she was nervous. For one, she had never went to a doctor before. Her mother never really let her out of her sight. Minerva was really into natural medicine, if she got hurt she knew how to take care of it. The second thing, the doctor at Colton must see these scratches over other ponies flanks. And, she was in mixed company. She stared a bit nervously at the stakes on Wesley's belt.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 3, 2014 18:30:28 GMT
“Bloody, they were not joking with this. Travel for a week and get nowhere, go for a few moments with someone that gets this mess and baam, here ya are. Bet it’s them Elves doing. Can’t trust em.” He the grunts out something else, but neither of the two can make it out clearly. “So, what’s it like? Do ah need to know things? Never been in a thing like this. What’s the laws? It’s got laws ya? Mayer? What does a Mayer even do? Does he run it like an Alpha?” He flinched as he says the last part, then hasty adds more. “Like Svarog. Svarog Alpha, the lad that keeps everyone in some order back in Coal Haven.” He grins like a colt that just got caught breaking home rules.
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