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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2026 6:18 pm
(This is a Solo RP thread for ToniCourtel's Nasir 'The Light of Rainshadow', please do not post unless invited.)  [Toni Teepee]
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2026 6:21 pm
In the past, Prince Nasir, the Light of Rainshadow, had the dubious fortune of being away from his home herd when disaster had struck. While misfortune had rained down on all of his friends and family, he and a small detail had been away in safety. Spending the day relaxing, well beyond the border of Rainshadow's typical band territory. Safe with two of his trusted guardians as well as his personal Knight, his very own bodyguard, he had been focused on having fun with his friends and exploring a somewhat local festival.
They had returned to find the herdlands awash in blood. Shifters or something like it had descended, tearing through the herd like blades through a wheat field. His friends and family cut down, some where they stood, some attempting to flee. Savaged and torn open, left to bleed out if not killed by outright savagery.
The Guardians had leapt into action, physically driving Nasir back and away. His Knight had forged ahead, moving to intercept danger, perhaps searching for more of his family. Truth be told, Nasir didn't even know, he couldn't remember much past the horror and the red-wash of blood over bright grass and pale stone. The familiar bodies, no longer capable of movement, broken and splayed out all around. They had not let him stay there, not let him search... Instead he was drawn far, far away due to the warrior's insistence that distance would mean safety, Nasir never managed to walk his herdlands... Never managed to see who had fallen, who had survived.
The Rainshadow Band had been destroyed, wiped out, leaving him and perhaps only a very scattered few as the remaining members. Those broken few were lost, traumatized, or -perhaps worse- completely unknowing of the veil of sorrow resting so heavily on their homeland.
With no other choice, Nasir had continued on... Gone from where his kin had lived and died, leaving behind everything he had known. Even if his own personal guardian had not been present at the massacre, which he could not quite bring himself to search, he was gone in one fashion or another. So he had left, gone far and away on his own four feet, roaming strange lands while chasing rumors of other Rainshadow survivors.
It was one such rumor that had brought him here, chasing the stories of a traveling faire and market that played host to all sorts of artists and wanderers. Including a grey stallion painted by light, a rare remaining son of the Rainshadow Band. Nasir's kin, perhaps the only one he had left.
Nasir 'The Light of Rainshadow' Wordcount: 431
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2026 7:08 pm
Chasing a thing that moved was something of its own challenge. Perhaps it was harder to chase a thing than an individual, perhaps not. He was not exactly a hunter, not experienced in the ways of reading the land for signs of a trail, in looking for footprints to show the quarry had come this way or hair caught in branches or broken blades of grass to indicate direction. Such things were the skills and responsibilities of hunters, of trackers, and Nasir had never been one of them. Had some friends in their number, to be sure, but never enough to learn how to do what they did.
So he did not track the individual. Not exactly, not like prey. He followed them a bit like a lost lamb, he supposed, like a faithful pup trailing in their wake. The distance made it hard but he didn't exactly have a lot of options. In some ways, the rumors that hey had joined up with a Faire were blessings. The news a ray of hope in an otherwise bleak, lonely existence.
Faires were easy to track. Easier than individuals who might try to shake pursuers. Faires had predictable routes, had routines, had a list of future engagements. Had reputations for being at expected locations habitually. A Faire was easier to follow than an individual, so Nasir followed the Faire. Whether or not the one he sought would still be a part of it when he caught up? Well, he couldn't guess, he didn't know. Not yet. It was too early to tell.
But the first step to follow and find the Faire, to catch up, to get to it when it was set up and thriving and flush with individuals. Artists and attendants and members of the host herds offering space for the revelry and nonsense and pageantry to occur. The Faire was here, and Nasir was here, and now it was time to see if any of his former herdmates had found their way here. If the rumors were true, and there was still kin -living, breathing kin from Rainshadow- running freely over the earth.
Nasir 'The Light of Rainshadow' Wordcount: 355
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2026 3:42 pm
There were probably less futile searches than the one he was on, though Nasir didn't really want to think of them at the moment. This current course of action was hard enough, bleak enough. Of course any survivors of Rainshadow wouldn't speak the herd's name, wouldn't use a massacre as providence for a life... But he was looking for them, and all he wanted was to find them safe and well. That was hard to do, when they don't say where they're from for him to chase. It hurt to try and list names to ask after their fate, not knowing all of who fell that day. Not knowing if a survivor would use the name of fallen kin, rather than their own. There were too many questions, too many variables, too many factors he could not account for. All he could do was try.
So Nasir walked through the Faire, asking about soft prism painted coats, about kirin or kirin cross strangers with dapples, radiant markings, sorrow-filled eyes. He asks about soft-spoken gentle souls, who perhaps do not speak much of their past but clearly wear the weight of it on their shoulders. Asks about elite guards that perhaps have wound their way through the area, searching for their wayward charges.
Well, charge. Nasir is pretty sure that he caused enough grief all on his own. His guards certainly didn't deserve to be sentenced to multiple inconvenient nobles and royals. One was enough to keep their hooves fully occupied.
"I'll go back to being a nuisance if it means I find you faster." He muttered to himself, standing at the center of the Faire and watching happy patrons bustling in all directions. No sign of the ones he sought.. no signs of friends or relatives attempting to build a new life in a new land.
"I was really hoping you would be here..."
Nasir 'The Light of Rainshadow' Wordcount: 314
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