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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2017 21:55:14 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 303: To Know Thy Enemy
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leaders: Daemyn l Farsight Participants: Madoka, Ivarra, Kehai ,Zenith, Aslan, Alec Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt:
As the morning wears on and the sacrifice comes to a close, you stand in mild discomfort, waiting for the crowd to explode into an angry mob… But it never happens. Those around you remain calm, and though you’re still unsure of your own feelings, you are at least relieved that things are finally beginning to look almost peaceful once more. You look around at those near you, nodding slightly as you turn to head home to spend time with family and friends for the end of the Solstice Celebration. Unfortunately, as you begin walking, your worst fears come to light. A flock of pegasi have come flying in from the north, and none of them look at all peaceful. Screaming war cries as they throw smoke grenades and small explosives from the sky, the Flight has returned and they want vengeance... Time of Day: Early Morning |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 23, 2017 12:36:58 GMT -6
FarsightHarrower of Talori
All the nights that had to lead today, should have been enough to warn him, but when the dreams first came he didnt understand, but if only his connection to Cascade was better, perhaps he would have known. Instead the mere exhausting looking Farsight walked to the ceremony with a few of his friends, their words encouraging that things could only get better from here, but the inside of his mind seemed to disagree. Though he forced a smile and agreed and soon traveled with them all to the Ceremony. Farsight felt the sking upon his withers quiver a bit, but easily pushed it all away. Soon the ceremony was beginning ans as Eve began to speak, she called out for a volunteer, and Farsight was perplexed! When had this happen? Farsight due to past events almost believed no one would step up, yet a stallion did. He seemed so eager and filled with pride, and Farsight allowed a light smile to grace his lips. As it continued on, one could almost feel the tension in the herd as the sea swallowed up the stallion. At first there was nothing, no noise no cry, and soon mild chatter happened and everything was falling into place. A soft sigh escaped his lips, thinking perhaps now his dreams would subdue.
Finally it was time to go home and Farsight almost could cry with relief, he was eager to nestle into bed, rest with Zenith and call it a day. A cry was heard, and it snapped Farsight back into reality. "What is--" before he could finish something exploded and the area filled with smoke. Panic rose in his chest, as his dreams felt more alive then ever before. "No no no..." he muttered to himself, his eyes widen as he called out. "Zenith where are you?" he called out as the panic arose in many equines and everyone was rushing around. Farsight was shoved here and there as screams and panic filled the noise. "Oh gods." he whispered. Farsight shook his head and reared up using his wings to try to rid the area smoke as it rolled into. The Flock had returned, as they spoke of. Farsight wondered if Tansy and Sanodor where out there wrecking havoc on them all... The idea made him want to be sick on the spot.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 23, 2017 13:54:35 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
She assumed there would be his sort of tension that would plague the air- a type of tension that one would be able to slice a knife through if they wanted. It was to be expected she deemed as she twisted her bottom lip against her front teeth, preparing for the worst is what she deemed it as the Ceremony was slowly beginning to make its appearance on the horizon. Could she bare to see her nation fall apart once again? It seemed as if all was well- after all, the members of Torrine were here, and for that split moment, maybe, they could've been a big family once again.
She watched from a safe distance, her blue orbs trained on the ever so beautiful Divine- the words that left her lips resonated inside the blacken chestnuts soul as she prepared for the chaos, expecting someone to scream out how this was wrong. But no, it never came. Instead she watched with a puffed out chest, Ívarra felt this strange kind of pride take over her. Yes, this was an excellent choice on the Divine's part. Picking a volunteer was a much better choice it seemed, and by the soft smile that graced his face, the stallion was ready to be one with the Wave-Mother. His wings would soon be fins, she told herself as she let out this pent up sigh as the sound of his body colliding with the surface tension of the water vibrated in her ears.
A successful Ceremony it seemed as she turned on her hooves to disappear back to her bathhouse, assuming that there might be a couple of wandering souls searching for some way to ease the tension. Feeling a scream tear past her lips as they oh so familiar sound of something exploding filled her ears, "By the gods!" Nearly jumping out of her skin, she could almost curse herself for thinking that this would go without a hitch. She didn't even have to look up to know exactly who the equines were in the sky above them.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 23, 2017 14:48:51 GMT -6
Alec | Talori | CraftsmanNPC: Agnes | Talori | Tenderfoot (daughter)
And.. He was back.A small painted stature shuddered amidst the crowd, a few weeks prior, Alec never would have thought he would be standing to watch a ceremony that has caused the herd so much pain, yet here he was. He considered not attending it, it would have been much easier to just stay hidden away in his little house on the edge of Inaria. Protected by brick walls and layers of green paint, Alec had to face no one while he was sheltered behind his own door. That was, no one except the little filly that stood next to him. Agnes's coloring reflected almost exactly his own, from the dark patches of hair to the bright blue wings that covered her withers. Wings that Alec secretly wished she was never born with, they just caused too much conflict among the Talorians. Though, as his bright blue eyes peered down at his daughter, it seemed she felt anything but threatened. The little tenderfoot instead stood oblivious to any prejudice glances, honestly, she seemed almost aggressive, an emotion very different than his own. Alec cringed as the sacrifice's wings were severed from his shoulder blades, and he placed one of his own bright blue wings protectively over his daughter, who in turn, only gave him an annoyed glance. Why was he here? Why was he letting his daughter watch this? This type of physical mutilation was more than enough for his eyes, let alone a child's. Normality, perhaps. That's what he was searching for. Alec was happy to be back amongst the herd and far out of Torrine's imprisonment, but really, he felt all but welcomed back. Could things really go back to normal? As far as the ceremony was demonstrating, it seemed like it could. Everything so far was running smoothly, though there was a shadow of anxiety dwelling in all their minds, the little donkey could feel it pressing on his own especially. As the sacrifice leaped into the ocean, Alec winced and brought his wing over his child's eye and pulled her away from the scene, he regretted coming here. Did Cascade really want this? He doubted it. The wave mother would never ask for the death of her citizens, whether they be born with wings or fins, was the stallion's firm belief. It was the Talorians. Alec's eyes shifted toward the graying mare who stood atop The Pegasi's Leap and furrowed his brows. Aquore's society was infected with idiots who threw around unjust expectations of others. One could not choose their species and it was ridiculous to assume a herd member was any less worthy from being born a pegasi. The paint's fuzzy ears pivoted backward at the thought. Though he was fairly nonthreatening, at least he could make his opinion known through slight actions. The peace was over all too soon. When each of them had thought the ceremony had went off without a bang, there it was. Alec's vision was doused in a grenade of smoke, his ears were pinned flat onto his neck now, and he dropped his head as he stepped in front of Agnes. Though he was small, the stallion was admitting dominance that he didn't realize he had.. until he met his daughter. Her protection meant everything to him. Though the filly just reared up with gritted teeth in attempt to obtain a better look of the scene, she peered over her father's mane, "dad, what's going on!?" - and his heart twisted into knots. "Shh, Agnes, everything's fine." Lies. As his eyes spun, Alec lifted his head toward the sky, the smoke was finally clearing, and what he saw filled him with fear.. and hope.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 23, 2017 17:27:06 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Of all the places he could be right now, Madoka found himself here, in a thick crowd early in the morning overlooking the sea. The sea part he didn't mind so much, but the rest of it was beginning to bore him. Perhaps he had been feeling extra festive with the Soltice coming to an end, the last time he had been to a sacrifice...Mairi had still been alive. She had always been adamant about these things, believing in the good of their herd but Madoka was never one to enjoy watching someone jump to their grave. Still it was one of the things that he would do over and over for her again, if it made her happy, which it usually did. His heart ached as he remembered her pressing against him, her tentacles wrapped in a shawl so she would not accidentally sting him and they would watch the sacrifice together. Afterwards she would speak happily of it, believing the next hippocampus born would be the pegasus who lept off the cliff. Madoka wasn't so sure of this, but he always humoured her. He wished he could have continued doing so. He hadn't felt the weight of her loss so heavily in a long time and was thankful when the joyful volunteer had finally leaped off the cliff.
'Only did this for you,' he thought, looking across the sparkling water and imagining Mairi smiling at him from the sea. She would have been grateful for the notion, he thought. But she also would have scolded him for not attending the last couple of sacrifices. His lips quirked at the thought, thinking about how nice it will be to return to his boat. He was tired of the land and the equines who roamed it. The sea was where he belonged. Much unlike him, Madoka missed the tension brewing within the crowd and the sigh that had followed the sacrifices leap. Too overwhelmed with memories of the past he forgot about the stories he had heard from the Isles he roamed. He might not have been here for the last sacrifice, but he had heard all about it. But it all quickly returned as the first blast of hot, bright light hit the dispersing crowd. Cries erupted all around him as he whipped his head up to find himself looking at the Flock he had heard so much about.
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Post by sansatine on Jan 24, 2017 19:25:27 GMT -6
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The massive stallion stood settled between the crowd and the ceremony. As he peered over the crowd, he couldn't help but feel happy. Pegasi among common breeds and unicorns. He even saw a hippocampus mare talking to another winged one. This was what Aslan wanted, to be free to walk among all the breeds. He knew Torriene was what was best- or supposed to be best, his emperor didn't necessarily ask the input of his winged citizens. Either way, on this day, integration was present and he was happy.
Watching the sacrifice was not something he preferred to do. After the previous one, Aslan was still a little broken. As the sacrifice's wings were struck from his body, Aslan noticed something astray on his armor. In reality, it was nothing, but the severing of wings always rose this feeling deep within him. A feeling he particularly didn't want to face. His thoughts wandered.
His armor was stiff, he thought, but cleaned for ceremonies. The scarf slung over his withers was vibrant but hidden neatly under his wings. His massive and intrusive wings. Aslan's wings were two lengths long even when tucked tightly beside him. Aslan could shelter eight foals from rain and still have room for more. He was a living umbrella.
Willing and hoping for a distraction, the newly colored sky brought him what he wanted. Aslan seemed to be the first to see- such was his job as a guardian. Head ever lifted to the sky, he unfolded his wings but only slightly. Those around him were mesmerized, having just seen wings taken from one and now such massive ones right before them. As the cloud of feathered descended upon them they brought with them clouds of smoke. Some sort of attempt to create confusion.
A playful attempt the stallion thought. Air was so movable by his wings. Aslan wafted the smoke away from him and then rose to the air. He needed to protect his herd. No matter what he felt, Aslan was responsible to his job. |
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 25, 2017 20:11:06 GMT -6
DaemynGuardian
He hadn't wanted to witness the sacrifice. He would have preferred to keep his small family at home, barricade the door perhaps and wait all it out. He'd been feeling... off lately, like an irritating tickle of energy was circulating just below his skin, leaving him anxious and nervous. It had been easy to ignore at first and could be dismissed with a few deep, calming breaths, but as days passed it grew steadily, until he found himself snapping at the smallest issue.
Another Solstice Celebration, another life tossed into the ocean, though Daemyn had to admit pleasant surprise when a volunteer was chosen from the crowd. He couldn't help but wonder if this was a planned move, carefully engineered to make it seem so... willing. Torrine had made him struggle with his beliefs and his loyalty. Torrine had made him feel like a criminal for believing that every citizen should be offered the same protection, the same freedom, the same life. And Torrine had given him the greatest gift he could ever ask for, a daughter.
Daemyn was hardly paying attention to the spectacle up above. He barely noticed the severing of wings and the babbling of Eve and Sacrifice, too mesmerized by his daughter Moree, witnessing her first Celebration. It wasn't until the crowd released a collective sigh that he realized the pegasus had vanished beneath the churning waves. He whispered a small prayer under his breath, cleared his throat, and was ready to return home with wife and child just as something whistled past him and exploded at his hooves.
The sound was deafening, making his ears ring and drown out the panic that erupted so effortlessly all around him. With no regards to their fellow citizens, the crowd exploded into motion, pushing into and past the stunned guardian, severing him from his family while thick smoke rose from beneath him. His legs, chest and neck stung, fragments of something piercing the skin and letting crimson drops mingle with his golden hide.
"Kala-haahurdg hurgk! " he choked on a lungful of smoke, coughing and wheezing as he tried desperately to call for Kalakara and Moree. He was blinded by smoke and panicking bodies, pushing him further and further away. Dazed he lifted his head to the skies and saw, through a thick veil of tears, the swarm of winged bodies descending.
"The Flight... The Flight! Run! Get to safety! " he cried at the top of his lunges before succumbing to another coughing fit.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 26, 2017 0:46:30 GMT -6
 TALORI | ENTERTAINER | Aisake | NPC
The crowd was tense around the small Arab mare and her son. The air felt thick and still and heavy, like it always did in large crowds, but this... this was worse than usual.
The chosen sacrifice -no, the volunteer- walked through the streets. Keahi heard him pass, the crowd eerily silent as he walked between them. For a fleeting moment she felt she understood the sacrifices, and she could almost feel Cascade's presence, as if the goddess were there with them, protecting them and guiding them, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The pegasus and his entourage passed by and the ceremony continued, leaving Keahi with her thoughts.
Being in the crowded city still felt strange to Keahi, though she'd been living in Inaria for about eight months now. This was the first solstice celebration she'd attended; she'd been too busy caring for Aisake to attend the last one, and she was forever thankful for it. She didn't know what she'd have done if she'd been there when the riots had begun. Large crowds were difficult enough to navigate when they weren't rioting.
The rest of the sacrifice went off quietly, without a hitch. In fact, it went disturbingly smoothly. The young stallion spoke, spoke powerfully, before his wings were removed. Keahi moved to shield Aisake from the sight, wincing at the sounds as the stallion's wings fell away and he threw himself into Cascade's embrace. She felt Aisake press himself against her side and realized that he'd seen some of it. She'd have to have a long talk with him once this was over.
Suddenly she heard shouts over the crowd. She raised her ears and threw her head up, searching for the source of the cries. Was it a riot? Aisake's head was still pressed into her shoulder, but she nudged him. "Aisake, can you see what's going on?"
At the same time she heard another foal a few feet away, asking her father what was wrong. The stallion, who sounded as if he were quite close in the crowd, answered and for a second she felt a flash of hope. "Shh, honey, everything's fine." Was it? Then why were people shouting?
"Mom? There are lots of pegasi flying." Aisake's voice was higher-pitched than normal, and she reflexively pinned her ears as anger rose inside her. "They're throwing things, and there's smoke. Mom!"
The shouts were getting louder. This was worse, so much worse than a riot. Moving by instinct, Keahi began to shove her way out of the crowd. To her horror, she wasn't able to move more than a few yards backwards, and the shoving of the now-panicking crowd make it near impossible to keep track of Aisake. She should never have come here.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 26, 2017 22:43:12 GMT -6
ZenithAnd as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.The copper equine shuddered as they watched the solstice ceremony take place. It had always made Zenith a bit uncomfortable, and they still accepted it as part of Talori life...but they still couldn't shake the feeling that it could be them standing there. While most pegasi had their entire lives to come to terms with that, Zenith had only had the last three months or so.
It was strange, simultaneously loving a pegasus and the wings that allowed him to soar, while hating them self for the very same thing... Zen saw their wings as a curse, shunted upon them as retribution by the sky god. It was terrifying, and the change had been excruciatingly painful. Even now, seeing their own wings brought Zenith a sense of dread and today just heightened it all the more.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Zenith began looking for Farsight, somehow they'd lost him in the mass exodus from Torrine, and they wanted nothing more than to be by his side, Panic quickly set in as they spotted a slew of other pegasi overhead. The Flight had returned. A strangled cry escaped Zenith's throat as they wheeled around seeking those they knew. "Farsight!" They screamed, tears starting to roll down their cheeks as they looked around at the chaos. Ears swiveled wildly as they caught the sound of the young stallion's voice. Looking around frantically, the appaloosa finally spotted him, making their way to his side as quickly as possible. This couldn't actually be happening....could it?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 27, 2017 14:51:34 GMT -6
Farsight
Head whipped as he heard his name, and eyes widen, dear gods was she hurt? But the smoke the haze he tried his best to use his wings to clear awya as much as he could. He heart stopped as he saw her come towards him, and it shattered as soon as she saw the tears within her eyes. The Flock, they had come and they cared little for who the harmed and affected in this... It made his blood boil, it awakened his senses and for once he did not feel so exhausted. As Zenith came to his side he nuzzled her face using his own to wipe away her tears. "Thank the Gods you are safe." he whispered to her, giving them a swift kiss on the cheek before the screams of others made him panic more. "We have to go, we have to get many out of here, we are sitting ducks here. We have to find cover." he said to Zenith. His main concern was her, he had to keep her safe, she was his moon and stars, the brightness in dark times. He would not allow them to take her from him.
"Everyone move towards cover. We got to move!" he shouted out to them. Gods he wished Dae was around, the quick thinking guard knew what to do in these sort of situations. Head turned to Zenith. "Come on lets get moving we got to get out of here." he nudged her shoulder gently, a more of reassurance that the two were still together. Farsight moved forwards a bit using his wings to try and clear out the area, if some where able to follow along to find sanctuary of some sort. Ears bent back as he felt the burden of this rest upon his shoulders, the dreams.... The Dreams, he roared at himself within his head. He could have prepped them... Could have said something... But he didn't and with each scream, he felt the weight, but also the pull to make amends. Farsight would, he could he saw it in the cards.... The Paladin.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 27, 2017 18:43:52 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsman.
Couldn't there be one day where others didn't go running nice days? Well, granted this might be a nice day, but that wasn't the point. Things seemed to be normal for a little while. It felt like the nation of Aqoure was slowly mending itself back together- by the gods, the Torrine citizens were released. And this is how their first day out was greeted? By bombs and screams! And the Flock thinks they're helping the world.
Grimacing up towards the sky as she felt a few coughs tear past her lips from the sheer amount of smoke that was forming around her, and she could barely see anything in front of her, and with the tears beginning to form in her ears, she certainly wasn't in the best shape just standing there looking like a lost foal. Hearing a few call out that they had to find cover- she almost had to force herself to not make any sarcastic remarks towards those that were only trying to help. Of course! What else were we going to do, genius? And of course, she would be the one that would get stuck in such an awful situation without anyone she could point out as someone she'd be okay running for her life with.
So she took a few timid steps back, not wanting to tear her soft blue eyes away from the sky as she struggled to make out the few forms of those winged bastards up in the sky. She felt as if she couldn't turn her back on them, and in truth, she couldn't dare to do it. The Flock was possible of anything and the idea of it made her spine shiver in this anticipation- not to mention the amount of panic and fear that was coursing through her at this very moment. Picking out a few familiar faces, and the bright colored pelt of the Emperor's sister, Ívarra figured that it would be best to follow after someone she could assume wouldn't do anything against the leader of the herd.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 28, 2017 10:50:30 GMT -6
Alec | Agnes (NPC)
"They're pegasi, just like us! Maybe we should go catch up with them!"Alec had to leap after his daughter, snagging her bright red pelt between his teeth just before she attempted to take flight. Of course, she wasn't very good at flying yet, but that sure didn't prevent her from trying. "Agnes, no." He said through a mouth full of fox fur. "You can't just go and--" Another flash of light, and an explosion erupted a few feet away, cutting off Alec's attempt at scolding. The small stallion instinctively jumped into the opposite direction, dragging his daughter along with him. In sheer adrenaline, Alec was oblivious to the explosive wounds on his side and hind legs, instead, he let out a sign of relief that his daughter seemed unharmed and still quite oblivious to the situation at hand. Looking up, the painted stallion flipped his ears forward to realize he had landed directly next to, if not on top of, a painted chestnut mare who was sheltering a child similar to himself. "I'm so s-sorry--" He stuttered to the mare, backing up almost immediately as Agnes rolled her eyes at her father. Though panic continued to erupt through the herd, somehow, Alec managed to hear shouts of possible help. He spun his head around to spot a gray speckled stallion whom he swore must have been in Torrine as well. Of course, Alec rebukingly thought to himself, of course he was in Torrine, he has wings.
"Everyone move towards cover. We got to move!" He heard the familiar stallion shout. Before ushering Agnes toward the gray pegasus, he turned to look at the unknown painted mare, she was small and showed obvious arabian bloodline. "Miss.. Please, you should follow, let's get you and your son out of this madness!" Alec insisted they follow, before he stretched into a gallop, encouraging Agnes to keep close to him, he made his way toward the graying appaloosa. Post 2
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 29, 2017 5:27:29 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Madoka cursed his bad luck, of all the times he had to be on the mainland, of all the times he had to choose to attend the Solstice Celebration it had to be right now. Truly the Wave Mother must be testing his patience, or perhaps his resilience. How far was he willing to test his abilities before his luck finally gave out? Pretty far. He thought with a rueful smile, there was no way he would die on land anyway. The only way he would be able to rejoin Mairi was for him to be at sea, where he really wanted to be now. Stuff the pegasi, stuff the stupid rituals. If it was bad enough to cause this kind of mayhem than Madoka wanted nothing more to do with it. Madoka spun on his heel, loosening the dagger in his saddle bag as he launched forward with the panicking crowd. He angled himself as if he were swimming against a current, certain that the crowd was only blindly following one another. Madoka did not wish to make himself a sheep and instead fought to maintain some kind of rational thinking. Though it was hard with the thick smoke blocking his vision and filling his lungs. He coughed, longing for a breath of fresh air that came few and far between.
When a pegasus broke apart the smoke with huge strokes of their massive wings, Madoka couldn't help but feel grateful for the fresh air that came with it and the clearing vision. Ahead of him a spotted pegasus shouted to the crowd to find cover - as if they were not already doing that, swarming around like ants fleeing from rain. Madoka shook his head and continued forward, nipping at slow movers and any who might be in his way...like the brown mare who seemed frozen by panic and fear. "Unless you want a smoke bomb in the face, I suggest you get a move on." He called to her, moving past the mare as she seemed to finally come out of the trance and begin to follow the crowd.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 29, 2017 9:11:43 GMT -6
DaemynGuardian
It was chaos far worse than when the crowd had rioted after the young filly's sacrifice. The smoke and explosions made sure of that, spreading panic like a wildfire. Bodies kept slamming blindly against Daemyn as he tried to pull away from the smoke, to get a better view. In the distance he was sure he heard Farsight's voice but he still couldn't see! Drawing on his blessing, he saturated the air around him with moisture until the smoke was pulled down with drops of water.
Aslan was in the air, recognizable by his massive wingspan and shining armor. His wings were helping to disperse the smoke giving the panicking crowd a chance to see where they were going, but still Daemyn couldn't spot Kalakara or Moree. He felt himself beginning to panic, wondering if they had been trampled by the crowd. They could be dead or wounded, in desperate need of his help somewhere. And the couldn't find them!
A flash of bright, familiar color caught his eye, Zenith's brilliant plumage and there next to her, Farsight. They might know! They might have seen! With a heart that threatened to burst through his chest he lurched towards them, tunnel-visioned by the need to get help.
Daemyn tore past a paint mare and her foal, without hardly a glance, yet something about the duo had him digging in his heels. He couldn't tell what it was until he swung about and saw the empty look on the mare's eyes. She was blind. He cursed mildly under his breath and hurried to Keahi's side. "My name is Daemyn, I'm a Guardian, " he said sharply, touching her side with his.
"I'm going to get you to safety! Stay close, the both of you! " he instructed, and set off towards Farsight and Zenith, making sure that the mare and her child could and would keep up.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Jan 29, 2017 22:32:17 GMT -6
TALORI | ENTERTAINER | Aisake | NPC
A horse -the stallion she'd already heard- called out to her over the noise of the crowd. She started to push in his direction, though not before getting a good grip in Aisake's mane. The acrid smell of smoke set her teeth on edge, and she fought to block out the shouts of panicked horses around her, the clatter of hooves on the road. By the time she reached the place the stallion had been he was gone, probably running for safety. She was too slow, too small to push her way through the crowd.
She still wasn't sure what was going on. The smoke was thick around her, and Aisake started coughing, but where was it coming from? What was burning? The crowd was too loud, too big, and too panicked for her to hear anything clearly. Was it the pegasi? She could hear the sweep of huge wings over the crowd, but for all she knew those horses could be innocent spectators, escaping as best they could.
A huge horse bumped into her and she flinched, rapidly angling herself so she was between the horse and Aisake, who had been remarkably silent through this whole mess.
"My name is Daemyn, I'm a Guardian." Oh, praise Cascade, a Guardian. His voice was calming amidst the chaos and gave her something to focus on. Slowly her blind panic drained away. She took a deep breath, coughing a bit from the smoke.
"I'm going to get you to safety! Stay close, the both of you!"
Relieved to have some direction, she followed him through the crowd, listening closely for the sound of the horse's huge hooves on the street. Was she still terrified? Yes. But now she knew what to do. Aisake followed, and she could hear his short, harsh breaths.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 2, 2017 17:47:20 GMT -6
 Smoke grenades shower down around you all, blinding you to your surroundings as a small contingent of pegasi swoop down from above. Working quickly amidst the confusion, they manage to separate you. As the smoke clears from the immediate are, those of you without wings find yourself surrounded by a group of five rather imposing pegasi...
Farsight, Alec, Aslan, and Zenith- Move to Vagabond Plot 306: Order Out of Chaos
Daemyn, Kehai, Madoka, and Ivarra- Please welcome Antiope, Ouusaldus, Milo, Whitaker, and Renata <3Feel free to edit/create plot skype groups to keep in touch with your new teams! |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 22:58:49 GMT -6
 antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
you're going to wish you hadn't run For decades, Antiope had dedicated herself to being a fixture for the Flock. Unyielding and unwavering, she had an intensity that was most easily described as reliable. The pre-dawn patrols she led and late-nights vigils she kept were as consistent a timepiece as the sundials in the Aerie. A recruit had once joked within earshot of the commander that if the sun burned out, Antiope would still expect them to show up to drills on time. A gaggle had laughingly agreed.
As Perseus handed the orders down to her, Antiope had assumed the burden with her usual stoicism, face and posture like a golden statue, but she felt apprehension in her gut. She hadn't seen Aquore's great cities since she had abandoned them in her childhood, lifetimes ago. A sacrifice had chased her over the walls of Inaria. A sacrifice was bringing her back.
The years she had spent in weakness --bowing to a cruel goddess, neck bent by the restraints of piety and the bondage of her station-- had all passed in this awful country. While her heart burned with the valor of the flock, it was hard to keep superstition from tarnishing her courage. She could not afford weakness today.
The squadron she had been given --capable fliers, all, with a much-needed medic among her trusted warriors-- looked to her as the smoke rose on the ground below, and with a hard jaw and a flash of a golden eye, she spared a glance back for them. Her ribs filled with a steadying breath. This wouldn't be like last time. They weren't here to raid a remote and under-manned jungle outpost. They were in the heart of the beast, with Cascade's bottomless appetite newly whetted by sacrifice. The sight of the towering buildings tempted Antiope's limbs to tremble, but she didn't allow it. She carried four loyal lives into battle today; she would bring four out again.
As the smoke choked crowds out of the streets, Antiope's flight fanned out over the blackness like they had practiced a thousand times. Flying low, their hooves dipped into the top of the roiling smokescreen, on the brink of safety, just like they had been trained for months. At her silent command, they dove, in position to keep Guardians and pedestrians at bay while Perseus carried the torch deeper into the city. It was just like they had drilled, daily, under Antiope's watchful eyes. Even if the sun burned out.
At the spearhead of their V formation, she landed hard on the cobblestones, sliding on her soles, flipping her wings forward to stop her momentum. Iridescent color crackled off of her feathers with the movement, and her pronged helmet punctuated a severe silhouette as she blocked the street with immense spectacle. Smoke writhed frantically behind her as her team landed, stirred by proud wings.
"This city is now under occupation," her voice was articulate and harsh, her consonants sharp to the touch. "by the Freedom's Flight." 496 words | post 2 HEY GUYS MIND IF WE HOP IN : )))))) very excited to be here! i've made a group chat for everyone in this thread (Talori or Flight), so feel free to join here if you're interested! |
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Post by tarriedsea on Feb 3, 2017 10:59:09 GMT -6
Whitaker Freedom's Flock
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Well, if he wasn't awake before, he was now.
Blinking sleep away, he looked over at Antiope. Her face was stolid. He didn't know her, had never spoken to her, barely wanted to glance in her direction. She was a mare hardly fitting of the title- she was on par with stallions, for all Whit cared. "Feminine" was not in her description.
He knew of the others. Ouusaldas both terrified and awed him, Milo grated on Whit's nerves but only (he knew reluctantly) because of their similarities. The only one who didn't fit the impending militarism was Renata. Whit looked her up and down. Gods, I hope we don't have to babysit her.
As if he felt ready for this. Imposterism rose up in his chest. He was new to the Flock and hadn't endured as much training as the rest. His prior life was full of pleasure and material gluttony- hardly the facets required for a staunch military operation.
But he remembered the abuse and prejudice these damned citizens held for him, just from looking at him, and his mind snapped back to focus on the cause. He snorted once and held his head high, chin up. If he had any purpose in his life, this was it.
He tried to make his rage and energy smother his nervousness and trepidation.
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Flying over Inaria was a curious experience. He wasn't as ingrained in Aquore as some of the others had been- he had embarrassingly never been to Inaria. But the city, from above, looked so glittery and bright, like a gem in the middle of Cascade's jungles. While the sight was a feast for his eyes, the irony of appearances made his stomach turn.
He skittered to a stop behind Antiope, his hooves similarly sliding on the cobblestones. He fluffed up his wings to make himself appear bigger- most of his companions were larger than him, but it didn't mean he required less respect. He arched his neck as much as he could and planted his hooves squarely apart.
When Antiope spoke, he glared around at the onlookers. He almost wanted one to step forward so he could strike out and show his mates that he was capable of taking action.
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 3, 2017 21:22:39 GMT -6
Ouusaldus enjoyed flying.
The feel of smooth winds flowing over his feathers and along his body felt satisfying, the view below him beautiful and more importantly, he felt free. He enjoyed flying but today, that joy had been pushed away by troubled feelings and thoughts that resided deep in his gut. With the meeting concluded, Ouusaldus had waited for his orders, a faint smile coming to his lips and his head rising ever so slightly as he was placed with Antiope and Milo once more, his eyes glancing over to them. Serving under Antiope was something Ouusaldus couldn't describe. She was filled with such strong emotion and power that one couldn't help but fed off that energy and feel more confident in themselves as well. Milo, while younger than him and less experienced was still a proud Member of the Flock, ready to serve. Swift and Cunning Ouusaldus was ready to see how much the stallion had improved since their last expedition together. As for the other two, he was only familiar with Renata. It wasn't surprising to see Ouusaldus picking up herbs and medicines for his lungs and scars, the fire leaving severe damage to the flesh that he hid from others. He had let her see his neck once, but never his face. None the less, he was glad to have someone with strong medicinal skills taking flight with them. For their final member, Ouusaldus regrettably knew little about them, besides that they were a warrior and a member of the Flight, which was all Ouusaldus really cared about at the moment.
They had gathered, wings restlessly waiting to be unfolded, feathers shifting together and adding to the quiet as warriors and members of the Flock alike separated for their own missions. Glancing through the crowd, Oouusaldus had quickly spotted the familiar pink chest and light blonde hair, his heart squeezing painfully as he looked away, knowing what she was thinking and feeling. But he did not have time to think about that now. With a running leap he had followed the others, large wings stretching and quickly carrying him into the sky, away from his beloved.
As of right now, Ouusaldus did not enjoy flying, for it only made him drag up painful memories and emotions. Soon enough they were upon the city, smoke quickly filling the streets and skies, the sounds of chaos echoing along the cobbled paths. Ouusaldus followed Antiope, a little farther off to accompany for his massive wing span, his eyes cast downwards towards the streets. Dipping down, he quickly tucked in his wings, lest he have them ripped by the buildings and landed heavily on the cobble, following Antiopes movements and stopping himself. Coming up beside her, he looked at those around him as she spoke, head raised with a sense of pride. He need not add to her words, for her voice carried the power of those who followed alongside her.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 3, 2017 22:53:46 GMT -6
Milo couldn't help but beam when he heard he was to be fighting alongside Antiope and Ouusaldus again. Since their last raid together, the young stallion had been training almost non-stop in preparation for this day. His stamina had greatly improved and for someone on the smaller side, so had his strength. Now he was eager to put these newly developed assets to use...on the wretched Talorians. The only shame in his mind as he beat his wings and took off behind his teammates was that he didn't save enough shards to buy a mighty sword he could use in battle.
As the team flew almost silently in their V formation, Milo at Antiope's left, he gazed at the others one by one. Antiope, the mare he had followed the closest since he arrived in the Flight. She taught him battle, and now he was more ready than ever to show her her time wasn't wasted on him. Ouusaldus, a stallion he looked up to for his poise and skill in battle (though he would never admit it) but knew very little about. The mask was a bit off putting, but he knew eventually his curiosity would get the best of him and he would nose his way under the older stallion's wing to learn more about him..and that mare he always seemed to be throwing glances at. Whitaker, a newer member who bugged the crap out of him sometimes but overall enjoyed the company of. Milo smirked and snorted in the other stallion's direction before flashing him a quick raised lip. It was playful, but definitely just Milo's interpretation of playful. And Renata...Milo didn't know why Perseus had assigned the head medic to their group. She was overly kind in the lammergeir pegasus' opinion. Motherly nonetheless, something Milo secretly craved when his heart was feeling more stony than usual. Quietly he hoped that protecting her wouldn't be an issue. All these thoughts and more gruesome ones crashed around in his mind like waves of blood, but as they flew over Inaria his focus once more became the outside world.
Milo had never flown this close to the city, always high enough so he could not be seen. Each time he did a fly over, his blood boiled. Today was no different. But today they were attacking, the reality of it hit him as Antiope signaled for them to drop beneath the smoke clouds. Alongside her and the rest of his team, his hooves skidded on the stone beneath them. However he had fairly decent balance and regained his footing quickly. Antiope claimed the city for the Flight, and following her statement Milo snorted and shifted his weight to show he was ready for action if any of the wingless tried anything. But as he gazed upon those in front of him, his eyebrows knitted together.
One large, muscular stallion equine. Probably a Guardian. One slight mare equine with her tail done up. One weirdly colored unicorn stallion whose eyes looked just as broken as his horn did. A mare equine...with cloudy blind eyes and a foal. He thought to himself with a huff so large it moved his whole frame. So much for needing a medic...these horses are weak. Milo turned his head slightly to the right to watch Antiope, waiting for her order or for someone to make a move or say something. He would wait for his orders, but there's no telling what he might do if someone advanced towards them in an offensive manner.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 4, 2017 12:44:41 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - Apothecary
They flew over the city of Inaria, a city that though she had visited once or twice, but that Renata never got to call home due to prejudice towards pegasi. It made it only slightly easier though as she watched with troubled eyes the chaos that they let descend upon the inhabitants and visitors of the city below. How many? How many would their quest cost? How many could they afford? One for every pegasus that had fallen? Was that a loss that was fair to trade off? She wished for non, but she was not so naive to ignore the rancor some of her family carried, having lost close ones to the cursed rituals of this herd. She herself had come to heal and not to fight. Her intuition was turning every which way, leaving the mare confused, head spinning. Something big would happen today, she knew it, felt it. She just wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Times seemed to slow as their hooves touched the ground, worry edging into her body even more, it's claws gripping around her heart. 'Please, keep my family safe.' She was worried for their warriors. Milo who was to her so crude, but who she liked to tease so much. Ouusaldus for who's health she was very much concerned. Antiope who she admired yet frowned upon for her ability to love. Whitaker who though she did not knew him up close still considered family. Talori would be the flock's and they better not loose anyone by making it was so.
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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 4, 2017 13:45:29 GMT -6
DaemynGuardian
Daemyn's intentions had been to bring the blind mother and her foal to Farsight and Zenith where a proper plan of escape could be formulated, but that idea was town apart when smoke bombs suddenly blanketed the area. He got a lungful of the horrible stuff and wheezed and hacked to clear them. Unable to see what was happening about him, he turned his side to Keahi and her child, shielding them with his body from whatever might happen next. He expected more bombs to rain from the sky but instead it was bodies, pegasi who's wings cleared the smoke enough to make the Guardian realize he was cut off from help with a group of citizens he could not name.
The golden stallion gave another hacking cough before dipping his head to Keahi, speaking in a low, rough voice: "The pegasi terrorists are descending, there's five of them right in front of us. We're cut off. Keep your child close. "
Lifting his head back up, he narrowed sea foam green eyes at the Terrorists, the Freedom's Flight. He half expected to spot Sonador among them and wondered bitterly if it was the traitor's knowledge that has allowed this assault. Inwardly he cursed himself for attending the ceremony as a simple citizen, without his weapons or armor. Just the seashell and pearl necklace and his gold wedding band. He'd never felt so naked in his entire life. He desperately needed a weapon so he reached out with his water manipulation, deep into the ground below. He beckoned water to rise slowly, to gather at his hooves, hopefully unnoticed until he needed it.
Daemyn squared his shoulders and kept himself parallel with the pegasi, effectively shielding Keahi and her young from them. He was massive, muscular, scarred and the look of determination and bitter hate in his eyes, suggested a warrior, supported by his stance. It wasn't hard to label him a Guardian, even without his regalia.
To Madoka and Ivarra he called out in a firm voice: "Stay close.. We must not allow these feathered terrorists to claim any more lives. "
'And,' he thought, 'if we can only keep them distracted long enough I will find the opportunity to attack. The citizens can flee.'
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Post by Ehrendi on Feb 4, 2017 16:43:04 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Thick billowing smoke formed as smoke grenades fell more rapidly from the sky, clouding whatever vision Madoka had had just moments before. It was heavy on his lungs, unavoidable to breath in even as he stuck his nose close to the ground where the smoke was thinner. He coughed, shaking his head as if it might rid the feeling of burning lungs faster. He lost sight of everyone and only managed to see dark shapes around him through watery eyes. Bodies pushed and shoved against him as others tried to escape. Madoka was about to shove the bodies back when the distinct sound of wings beating against air caught his attention. He still couldn't see, the smoke was beginning to thin but at best all he could make out was shapes. Shapes, big and small all around him. Some were closer then others and as he looked the more distant shapes stretched right around him...no, them. He realised with a start as the smoke thinned enough that he could make out the few horses who stood closer to him then he had thought. One he recognised as the mare he had reprimanded earlier for not moving, a mare with a glazed look who had a bloody foal by her side and the massive towering form of a stallion who stood rigid, looking as if he were ready to pounce at a seconds notice. The stallion was protectively shielding the mare and foal, looking across at those who had surrounded them. Which Madoka finally could make out as the smoke began to dissipate.
Tall, strong and assertive figures loomed around their small group. All of them were pegasi and even before the one with the golden head piece spoke Madoka knew who they were. No Talori-born pegasus held themselves in such a manner. Dread filled him as he heard their words, but he couldn't quite believe it to be true. Shifting his weight, he stepped closer to his small group. Ears flicking to listen to the Guardian's words (because Madoka knew immediately that the giant palomino was indeed a Guardian, there was no mistaking that stance or that look). He still held his dagger, pointed aimlessly out towards the pegasi but it had never felt so small and useless.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Feb 5, 2017 11:27:10 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsman
Groaning as the words of a stallion echoed within her ears. What did he think? That she was just going to stand there and accept death. Maybe, if this had been a different life. So doing a quick turn on her hooves, she found herself running in whatever direction her legs felt like carrying her- trying her best to avoid those who were struggling to get fallen ones to get up. And for a split moment she deemed it worthless. Worthless to even think that there was any hope in this very moment. All they could do was run. Run as fast as they could, and pray that they manage to find some break in the attack that they could slip out unnoticed.
But that was deemed foal talk, as she felt more smoke fill up her lungs. She was coughing and heaving for air as she tried to continue on walking, but found it ultimately useless. When the she finally managed to tell the difference between the black blobs that were clouding her vision, she silently praised Cascade that her legs had carried her in the right direction. She stood a few steps away from the stallion that had called out to her, deeming it might be best to not crowd the blind mare and her filly. Her heart twisted in pain- how dare they do this? Snorting softly, she had to remind herself that these were no longer typical Talorians. These were traitors that did not care about to safety of the young and weak. Surely they got some twisted enjoyment out of this. Or that's what she told herself as she tried to keep her legs from shaking. There was no telling what would fall upon her, and her fellow nation members. She wished that this had never happened. She wished that Cascade had kept her children at peace with each other, but it was part of life- or so she assumed.
Shifting uncomfortably from hoof to hoof, she told herself she could get out quickly if she needed too. She readied herself for the events ahead, flexing her muscles underneath her skin in case she needed to break out into a quick sprint. But she had to tell herself that this was not the time for it, plus would she be able to leave her fellow Talorians? No, she would stay with them. She had a little bit of dignity left compared to the ruthless members of the Flock.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 6, 2017 15:21:39 GMT -6
Milo's eyes continued scanning the group of wingless creatures, waiting patiently for orders. Well, patiently for him. The young warrior still couldn't seem to stand still, especially when he noticed the tense body language from the opposing group. His ears were no different than his eyes, they helped him see things which sometimes could not be physically seen. They flicked around constantly, picking up every little sound within a fair distance thanks to his Blessing.
Suddenly, he heard it. A sound kind of like dripping water, only instead of the pitch of the sound going down as it fell to the ground, it got higher pitched. Water was rising...through the ground...and collecting around the Guardian. Hmph. Bastard thinks he's slick. the teen thought to himself before taking a few steps towards Antiope and extending his neck in her direction a bit. Despite his strong personality and normally loud string of insults at this point, his voice was barely a whisper to his captain. "The Guardian is gathering water at his hooves thinking we won't notice. Reminds me of the last one." He murmured, referencing their last visit to Talori lands where they caused a distraction and faced Taishen along with other Guardians. Milo smirked with a chuckle at the fond memory as he fell back into formation.
The smoke had cleared enough for the morning sun to warm their backs and shine upon the Talorians, the light reflecting off something that caught the lammergeier pegasus' attention. One of the equines was pointing a little dagger at him and his family. This got him excited enough to spread his wings a bit and beat some wind in their faces followed by some condescending laughter. We faced a group of trained warriors last time and got out with scratches. Now there's one warrior and a bunch of shaking foals. They had better realize resistance is futile and surrender or I think I'll be gaining a nice necklace accessory by noon. He mused to himself, his eyes resting on the chimera stallion's horn. It was broken looking, but still shimmery and pleasant to look at. It would do well on a rope resting on his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2017 23:19:56 GMT -6
antiope
Her previous trepidation evaporated in the heat of command, and as Antiope scanned the gathered horses, she felt her steadiness return. She'd feared, before this moment, that the disgust of the Talori people would have the same effect on her that it had decades before. She remembered a childhood of her head pressed to the floor before Cascade's altar, years spent in mandatory apology for the wings she'd been given. Her own family would have sentenced her to a lifetime of begging for the grace of strangers, of struggling to earn the love of a sadistic goddess, of aspiring to the ultimate honor of sacrifice.
No.
Seeing the rage and hatred in the eyes of the Talorians did not make her feel like a child again. Antiope did not require the grace of these strangers. When the Guardian --and he was a Guardian, it was apparent in his posture and his sanctimonious snarl--met her eyes, Antiope flared her wings wide. The copper shine off of them was vivid in the sunlight, even with the backdrop of smog.
Antiope's eyes were fast. She noticed the gentle swirl of water an instant before Milo leaned in to speak to her, and drew her golden spear from her side. Giving the polearm a deft twirl, she brought its feather-shaped tip high but did not brandish it for attack. She nodded at Milo's voice, filling her awareness with the horses gathered.
The stallion with the dagger had a roguish look about him, with his scarred face and busted horn. He had the gall to draw a weapon, however meager, and Antiope anticipated he could hold his own in a scrap. It made him an appropriate target for Milo, who --despite Antiope's efforts-- was more brawler than soldier. She flicked her golden eyes from her apprentice to the unicorn, directiing his attention in a silent order.
The young mare may not have appeared to be a direct threat, but it was far from Antiope to underestimate any woman. There was a determination in her face that the Flight commander noted, and as she dragged her eyes across Ivarra, she saw the tension of someone poised to attack. Ouusaldus would have the wisdom to notice; Antiope hoped that the young Whitaker would be similarly astute.
But it was the Guardian who required her attention. "Do not go looking for bloodshed," she slid a hoof back, readying her posture. "You may find it."
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Post by songsofinfinity on Feb 8, 2017 15:11:03 GMT -6
TALORI | ENTERTAINER | Aisake | NPC
She heard the sound of huge wings folding and hooves clattering on cobblestones before the tall stallion spoke. A voice cut through the noise, a sharp feminine voice, and she flattened her ears against her neck, narrowing her eyes.
"This city is now under occupation by the Freedom's Flight."
Oh, like hell it is. But what could they do? The stallion at Keahi's side shifted, bringing himself between her and the pegasi. She could sense his tension and was about to move back, out of his way, but Aisake whimpered softly and her attention turned to him. Gently she pulled him close with her telekinesis, and he buried his head against her side. A rage boiled up inside her. How dare they attack civilians? How dare they risk her son's life?
She turned sharply away from her protector, pulling Aisake with her. She was still surrounded by chaos, but there was no reason to put her son in the middle of the action. Judging by her voice, the mare who'd spoken earlier had some sort of authority. If they moved away from her, they should move away from the center of the fighting.
By the time she was several feet away, though, she was already disoriented. Where were the attackers? How many horses were around them? All she could hear was a rush of hooves and shouting, but there didn't seem to be many people left here. Had everyone left but her and the stallion?
"Keke? How many horses are over where we just were?" She felt Aisake move, nudging her side gently. She had to get him out of here.
"There's three, the big stallion and two others. They're both close to the stallion," he said, his voice almost too quiet. "Mom? Where are we going?"
She could do no good staying here. She would get in the way, and she didn't want anyone to feel they had to protect her. She could handle herself. "Keke? Is there a place where you can hide, where they can't see you?"
"Yes. Do you want me to-"
The mare spoke again, her voice quieter this time but no less harsh. "Do not go looking for bloodshed. You may find it." What was the stallion doing? She let go of Aisake though every fiber in her told her not to. "Aisake, listen. When I say run, go hide. I'll find you as soon as I can."
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Post by tarriedsea on Feb 8, 2017 15:51:48 GMT -6
Whitaker
The light-colored stallion out of the corner of Whit's eye called to his companions.
"Stay close.. We must not allow these feathered terrorists to claim any more lives. "
Terrorists? Really? Whit thought that was a bit of an overreaction. The Talori had to be brainwashed to believe the Flock was the villain in this scenario.
But that's what they were, in essence. Brainwashed. He had no idea if Cascade approved of this ritual every year (hell, if she even existed) but he couldn't imagine a goddess who created life simultaneously toppling it over the edge of a cliff.
No, it wasn't religion this perverted culture idolized- it was their own comfort. They could sleep peacefully at night knowing one less winged friend flew across the sky.
Up ahead he saw Milo whisper to Antiope, with one ear cocked to where the palomino stallion stood. Whit glanced back. Water was gathering around the stallion's massive hooves. Whit's brow furrowed. Did this joker think he was going to get away with something?
Antiope said something up ahead, he presumed pointed at the Guardian stallion. Her voice was always so eerily calm in conflict like this. She wasn't going to be hasty.
In a flash, Whit made his decision.
He spun on a heel and slammed into the Guardian. The stallion was huge, a full four or five hands taller than Whit- but he lacked the advantage of extra limbs. Whit lifted one wing against his throat, the joint held under his jaw. His outside wing braced himself on the ground.
He had the stallion pinned against a stone wall. Whit's strength would run out before the Guardian's, but for the next few moments he had the upper hand. He relished it.
"Cease," he said in a low growl, meaning the water that splashed against their legs. "This isn't a game."
Whit was many things, but he was not about to earn the moniker "coward" among his comrades.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 10, 2017 12:54:17 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - the apothecary
Pegasi and non-pegasi were promptly seperated and her batch fighters quickly surrounded the non-winged ones. One of them spoke and the golden stallion's words struck a chord in Renata, the big mare taken aback. Terrorists? Was that what they were seen as? She had hoped a few of them would see reason and understand their cause, agree with it. But then, maybe she had just forgotten how persuasive the Talorians could be, making their horses do wrong things under false pretences. She wondered what these horses had been told, ignorant of the suffering that happened right before their eyes. She stayed in the back, taking on an observing role. She was a healer after all, only back-up to her party. She heard Milo whisper and her eyes slid over towards the stallion, also seeing the water. He was quickly warned by multiple by them and worried for escalation at Withaker's reaction, she pleaded on a more gentle note herself: "Please don't try anything! We don't want to have to hurt anyone." Her eyes tracked the rest of their temporary captive as well, wanting them to hear the same message. Her eyes quicly noticed the foal and their mother. And her eyes grew wide as she noticed said mare was blind. The guardian seemed to be blocking them. Slightly about the foal's mental health, this no doubt a scary situation for anyone so young, she called to their temporary leader : "Antiope, there's a foal over there."
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 11, 2017 2:24:44 GMT -6
Talori- You seem to be at an impasse, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. The flight has destroyed your home, injured and killed many, and caused chaos among your people. Now the have you surrounded. Will you give up now and let the Flight continue to terrorize your people? Or will you together, protect each other, and not go down without a fight?
Flight- Your orders were to keep the streets clear and prevent interference, but the larger goal has always been to invade and take over Aquore. Do what you must to subdue and capture the Talori citizens.
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