[AW]  we can be beautiful (but not today)

Rider

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5 y/o xlarge Female
© Alue
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     It had been too many moons since she had left her tribe - no, it was no longer a tribe. It was a mere memory now, with the remaining few scattered to the winds. Rider had left without any supplies, everything she owned being destroyed in the attack from outsiders. All that she had left was her sword, and it hovered softly over her back, the blade pointed towards her tail. There was still a depression that hung around the she-wolf as if a cloud hung over her head. But there was also this new emerging sense of freedom. 


     Rider was still mixed on how she felt about such freedoms. Part of her knew she had to belong somewhere, be with others, having more to serve than just herself. But she also figured she could have fun while it lasted. She had been trying, running around, using her sword on whatever she wanted, but it had all grown dull fast. Now she had that churning in her stomach, the loneliness that made her have full-length conversations in her head. The sword above her swung from side to side as if she was fiddling with it while thinking. 


     As she pushed through the grasses and streams of the meadow, it almost felt like her heart was mourning something more. Part of her denied that this was the place that meant so much to the mundane, like herself. Pushing it aside, she tried to focus on picking up the scent of a strong stream. While not entirely thirsty, she knew to take water when she could get it. Rider finally found a decent stream, walking down to the small shore. It was good break time, and she laid down in the water, taking small licks here and there. This was a good place to cool off, relax. 


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Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
Dovain  took in a long breath as she finished up her polishing on Primevere, the curved dueld ended hook blade shimmered against the sun's light, the weapon was the length of the mother's body, with it's massive hooks curving in different ends, each blade sharp enough to cut through just about anything with Dove's brute strength. Her armor filtered around her until it was fastened to her muscular body, ableit her helmet and the chainmail that normally incased the thick mane surrounding the woman's neck. 

A scent caught her nose as she moved along to her daggers, clicking her tongue she sheathed them and made her way around the bend to the stream, where a woman of equal size to Dovain drank. She tilted her head momentarily, the woman appeared to be younger than her, but of the same affinity, a fellow sister of the horse, and a mighty one at that judging by the sword that hovered about her. Dovain released a soft bark, the noise deep enough that it made her chest shake slightly. She moved carefully towards the stranger, Primevere readied at her side, gleaming as if it knew its own greatness. 

"Who might you be stranger?" She rumbled, voice carrying from scarred lips like velvet, garnet orbs scanning the younger woman for any imidiant signs of injury or threat, though they held a bit of warmth when she searched the girl's face hoping to catch her gaze in her own. 


 
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Rider

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5 y/o xlarge Female
© Alue
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If Rider had been paying attention, she would have scented that others were not too far off. This was a well traveled place, it seemed, but she had taken the scent and pushed them into a category of unimportance and as something from the past. But a wind had pushed the scent of a group towards the plains, and yet she had thought it too old or too faint to pick up. It would have helped to know when she heard someone give a bark. It came from too much of a surprise for her to properly process it as either friendly or angry. 


Rider was quick to her paws, sword seeming to draw closer to her back, the blade ever so slightly leaning up. It could be seen as the equivalent of a person holding the handle on a sheathed sword, ready to fight if the need arose. Before her stood a wolf, around the same height as herself, but lighter in all colors and with notable scars. When the stranger spoke, she felt like some kind of tension ebbed away, and her sword seemed to be loosened in a sense. 


She spoke cautiously, though. “Rider. Rider Senshi.” There was an obvious, unspoken push for the other to share their name as well. Rider’s eyes went over the other girl’s scarring, and for a moment she couldn’t help but let her tongue dart across her lips. This other woman must be a fighter, using the weapon that she wielded in almost the same way as Rider. Scars were attractive. Plus, she felt some form of a mutual bond, and guessed it was most likely based on their magic - they both probably did not get along with the other kind of magic users, preferring the company of mundanes.


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Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
Dovain watched as the woman's defensive form faltered for a moment, easing into a calmer stature as she hesitantly gave a name. 

Rider. Rider Senshi

Dove gave a nod, bowing her head slightly and lowering Primevere'. Letting the mighty weapon lean against its master's side in a passive manner while she offered her own name.  "Dovain Riene." She rumbled, cocking her head to the side as she let garnet eyes trail along Rider's sword. Licking her nose in thought as she admired the edge of the blade. 

"Tell me, Miss Rider, how long have you been crafting weapons? If you crafted this one that is."  She hummed, taking the liberty of a few steps closer. It wasn't often she came across another weaponsmith. It seemed few wolves crafted their adornments themselves, or welded a weapon of such high caliber. 

 "And pardon me if I am intruding, but may I ask where you are from?" There was a charm in the mother's deep voice. Something she'd thought was far gone from her years but the devil did bear surprises. Her gaze found Rider's for a moment or two, trying to figure out the woman is if her entire personality could be viewed in a matter of seconds. Though with Dove's many years of dealing with loners, ruffiens, outsiders, and pack wolves alike. She'd grown accustomed to reading personalities. Or in the least get an idea of the wolf's intentions. 
 
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