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Post by ~Nahni~ on Mar 14, 2014 13:18:47 GMT
The sun was high, it was hot and it had been one of those nights. The kind of night one just wishes would end sooner, pleading for the sun to rise on time and not tarry. Nahni often dreamt about the zombies. The kind of dream where, not only is xe being chased, but they are smart and are coming from all sides. No where to run, no where to hide. It is xyr biggest fear, that of being trapped. It would leave Nahni in a cold sweat and unable to sleep for the rest of the night so xe would take to pacing outside under the moon.
Now that the sun was finally aloft, sashaying slowly across the clear sky, all hidden terrors revealed to be nothing but imagination and Nahni was out and about. With little else to do today, (Chores are done, nothing on the needed board today, so I guess I don't have to go out.) Nahni was catching up on the last 48 hours of little sleep under the few sycamore trees dotting the fields. An old weather beaten book lay closed beside xem, found on a past run. The book was a remnant of a society long lost - an enjoyable children's fantasy - something about a fox and a bear. It was Nahni's favorite book to relax with and be set at ease.
Nahni was looking decidedly male today, dark brown trousers with a rope for a belt, no shoes, and a once white old tee-shirt that had unidentifiable stains of unidentifiable colors dotted across it. Xyr hair was pulled back in a low hanging ponytail, tied at the back of the neck with a bit of string. Xyr face was a dirty mess and nails were jagged and dirty with...god knows what underneath them. All in all, xe looked like a homeless scamp.
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Post by Badr al-Miraj on Mar 14, 2014 13:29:40 GMT
(( Adding in Tracking tag - [HASH]badrMessenger ))
Badr was giving Charlotte an exercise, there'd been no new messengers, and no one needed a message taken, or anything else. So as thus he himself was taking chance to just work with the horses. Easily he was riding, only one hand on the flat woven rope reins, the other resting around the area of his leg as the pure white mare looked around snorting slowly. His one eye was scanning just as well as he smiled at the signs of calm around them. Sometimes on days like this it was almost like there was no zombie apocalypse.
He soon spotted another slowly nudging the mare forward adjusting to ensure that the other didn't show on the blind side. His eyes narrowed as he tried to ascertain who it was. Xe appeared to be male at the least, was hard to tell though.
"Pleasant day is it not?" he called, his tone clipped and short mainly down to the strong accent that coloured his voice. He was continuing to take the other in, sure he'd seen them about. "You're one of the runners aren't you? I'm sure I've ridden out around same point you were setting out," he added on.
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Post by ~Nahni~ on Mar 14, 2014 13:50:16 GMT
When one's life is often on the line at the slightest change, one learns to sleep lightly and awaken alert in order to react appropriately. It is the unaware who die the easiest outside the safety of the towns. That said, Nahni awakened to the quiet clip clops of horses hooves approaching xem, felt the ground lightly transferring the sound.
As the sound had been soft, Nahni was not startled awake as was want often to do but was able to identify the sound and remember where xe was quickly. Sitting up, the book falling out of xyr lap to the side, xe looked up and smiled apologetically at the rider.
Crawling out from under the lowest branches, xe dusted xyrself off and gave a little hello wave to the Messenger leader, whom xe had heard much about.
"Indeed sir, it is one of those days I am glad to be alive."
Xe continued, prattling on a bit. "I was rescued by another runner a few months ago and I came here and was well received, so I have been working hard to earn my stay."
Xe tilted xyr head up at Badr slightly, a boyish grin crossing xyr features. "Aha so have you found anything really good yet?"
Suddenly, xe blinked, and gave a little bow. "Oh but where are my manners. I am called Nahni, by the way."
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Post by Badr al-Miraj on Mar 14, 2014 13:59:41 GMT
Badr gave a nod running his hand down the mares neck to sooth her as she raised her head sharply to snort whickering. "Not much, rope, deer, plenty of horses roaming wild. Those who can be used I bring them back, get them quarantined until its obvious they're not infected and bring them into the herd.... those who can't well," a shrug there. A hand dropped to his knife at his belt. "No point risking them becoming reanimated or suffering right?" he added on with a faint smile on the weather worn face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nahini. I'm Badr, leader of the messengers," he moved then to reach down to offer his hand to shake. A stray breeze picked up, bringing a groan of a zombie trapped in a ditch. He felt Charlotte start at a sudden shot ringing out. "Easy girly," he murmured gently to the mare.
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