[ORP] Pinging (Pony Class)

[keiifuu]

Senga flinched at the sudden yelling from the other side of Nergui. Wasn't Death supposed to be the quieter of the Clans? "Good evening to you too." He rumbled dryly, turning to stare flatly over the top of the priestesses head at Thrain. He wasn't unaware of the damage the woman had sustained, but in War, wounds were worn with pride and a fair bit of potential irritation if fun was poked at them. It wasn't his place to intervene.

He shook his head, the pelt slipping forward to cover more of his face, as though he'd rather hide himself from the view of everyone else if he could manage it. He still was entirely sure why he was here, after all. Sighing, he stretched his wing and smacked the Death Horseman over the head with it.

Grumpy wolf was grumpy as usual.

Say hello to your new fluffy puppy, Thrain.

AyeAvast

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[Smerdle]

Mmur liked War horsemen. They were no members of Famine... obviously, but they knew the importance of defending their people and stabbing things and having really excellent mounts. And wings. Wings were delightful as well.

The first thing he saw when he entered the clearing was a bristling member of his own clan, followed by that charming little rotting boil from the class with the killer books. They seemed to be having some sort of stand-off, or crouch/sit-off really. He supposed it was none of his business.

He inclined his head in Thera's direction, curious about this new technique she had promised to teach, then took a seat well away from Efflo. The student might have been a perfectly pleasant colt, but if he was causing trouble with scavengers, Mmur wanted no part of it.  

[Seussi]

A new technique to learn? Shaheen was there, ready to be taught by Thera, and idly wondering what it was that the weapon's master could teach her that she didn't already know. Her parents had taught her much, her mentors had taught her more, but Thera was one which she had not had the pleasure to study under in her time achieving promotion from warrior to chieftain.

Well, today that was going to change. She was determined to be a part of this class, and to take it with the utmost seriousness that it most assuredly deserved. Arms crossed, she stood off to one side and awaited for class to begin.  

[xoxomenai]

Kiwi had somehow managed to stumble his way into the clearing, curious and eager as to what this new class was. The scareling classes had been pleasant enough, but horseman tutelage was serious business.

Smiling softly to the others, he took a seat on one of the rotten stumps, fingers picking across the half-rotten wood quietly as he waited.

OOC

Why did I not know there was a pony class?? >.> /quickly tosses Kiwi in

 

[Smerdle]

Mmur took the bag Thera passed him and gingerly removed a bean, holding his palm out in front of him with it at its center. He had been listening, he swore he had, but he still had no idea how swallowing this was going to help him find a butt. He poked at it as he slowly rose to his feet.

Well, he wasn't getting any younger. If someone was going to be smacking him in the a**, they were going to have to do it soon, before it started sagging. He closed his eyes, popped the bean in his mouth, and swallowed.  

[mare]

Efflo let out an unhappy squeal, jumping up from his position and cradling his rear. He glanced around frantically, at first worried, then slowly turning rosy as the embarrassment of standing in front of a bunch of horsemen while holding his hindquarters set in.

He hurriedly sat back down, avoiding looking at anywhere but the ground while he listened to the rest of Thera’s instructions and waited for the bag of beans to be passed his way. Embarrassed or not, he was still determined to prove himself.