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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Feb 19, 2016 9:51:52 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
Viona looked back over her shoulder, watching the falling sun filter through the treetops to dapple the forest floor in varying patterns of light and dark. Goffery, her escort, followed closely behind her, minding the way she moved as well as their peaceful surroundings. His tall warm-blood frame ambled to stand at her flank, sooty-grullo pelt shivering over those taught and tense muscles of his.
"Mind yourself slave.. We shouldn't go much farther from Aodh as late as it is." he warned her, seeming more on edge than the usual. Viona couldn't blame him for his nervousness however.. He was a newly appointed Chevalier and had yet to see the outside of Aodh. During his time of as squire he'd never ventured out to the forts beyond Aodh's gates, or really ever left Aodh at all- what with his father falling ill and needing near constant care... That being said however, the roan mare knew this stretch of wood like the bottom of her hoof- he needn't fret about them getting lost.
"Yes, that's fine." she dipped her head and slowed slightly to stand with him, swinging her head to the East. "May we cut back through the meadow? The flowers in Lord Dimitri's home have begun to wither.." she gazed at the stallion sidelong, her blue eyes just a little pleading.
He huffed, a flicker of a smile crossing his dark lips. "Fine- But we return after that. No more dilly-dallying." He turned, short sword shifting on his side as they both turned to cut through a small stand of aspen trees. This had been the second time in the month that Viona had been allowed outside, and it was the first time that Goffery was her escort outside, Dimitri typically accompanied her but today had been different- He had better things to do.
Some part of Viona imagined that it was some sort of test on her part... Though he was pleased by her obedience, he seemed skeptical at best when it came to her recall.
Who wouldn't be?
Idle thoughts like these crossed her mind as she walked, brushing a lock from her mane out of her eyes with her telekinesis. Little did the pair know that they were being watched... |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 29, 2016 20:16:42 GMT -6
Voidra || Cultist
Mary had a little horse, whose pelt was as grey as ash.
Eyes followed the pair, though she watched as the young mare had to ask for permission for here of there. Voidra was amazed the mare did not have to ask to breath. Though she hide in the shadows and suddenly she vanished all together. Though with her disappearance another figure came to view. A lone horse stumbled into the plain meadows. "Heelllp" he screamed as he spotted the two horses. "Please help... my friend I lost them, they came out of nowhere. Help me." he cried out to them. Though the closer the horse approached the easier it was see the horror of the figure. His stomach was cut open, organs spilled out, and he left a bright red trail behind him. Yet with a shrilling cry he fell to the ground,and within seconds he was dead.
"Drular?!" A female voice cried out and suddenly a mare dashed out of the woods, it was Voidra. She was covered in blood, panic easily seen in her eyes. "Drular noo... noo." her voice breaking into a cry. She felt the pace of her heart quicken as she looked down on his form. "Please.... get uppp. Drular...." Voice continued to break more and more. No, how could this be, Not Drular, he was special, he was unlike the rest how could he? How could he die like this, like an animal. Wolves would feast upon him. She nudged him once more as tears fell from her face. It was then she seemed to notice she was not alone. Eyes flickered upwards and she looked spooked by the sight of them and she was ready to get up and leave, yet they didnt seem like Cultists to her. "Please you have to run..." she whispered out to them as she looked over her shoulders and flinched, did she see something or hear something? None could be to sure.
"We have to move, they will come like waves to the shore. If you value your lives you must go forwards, the Cultists are out for a hunt." she whispered to them as her words rang honest and true, and compassion was within her eyes as she looked to the pair. She moved forwards and looked down at Drular. "My poor friend you did not deserve this." Birds scattered from behind giving signal, they would not be alone for long. "Come if you value your lives... We must move forwards quickly." she remarked as she began to move towards where they were, speed picking up with each step.
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Notes//Sorry for this taking so long, been dealing with a writersblock ;u; sorry about this post, still trying to get myself to type ;u; |
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Mar 23, 2016 23:00:32 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
The moment they emerged into the clearing, Goffery gave pause. "Halt slave... I thought I heard something.." The brutish male drew his sword, taking a few steps forward. Viona had stopped when she was told, never questioning, but the grim edge in his voice told her that this was no mere stroke of paranoia- She too could feel that something was off, for the birds had even ceased their song.. Something in the air. Something, didn't seem rig-
'Heelllp' a blood curdling cry broke the silence of the clearing and it was in that precise moment that a ragged looking stallion stumbled into the clearing. It took a moment to register and Viona had to step around Goffery to get a look.. She wished she hadn't.. His guts were suspended from flayed flesh.. organs and sinew.. hot blood the color of rose petals dripped like a viscus ooze from his thoracic cavity. Viona went pale ad gasped in horror, her blue eyes widening to the size of saucers. The mare became glued to the spot as her escort brought up his blade in defense and came closer to the fallen horse. Within moments of him falling the last rattle of life left his lungs- if you could even call it a breath.. Even from where her trembling legs stood across the clearing- even with the blood pounding in her ears- Viona could hear him choking on his own bodily fluids.
"By Ignacio.." she choked, her voice barely above the sound of a pin dropping against marble. There was a gruff snort from her escort. "We must leave this place, I must report this-", Goffery turned on a dime, trotting back to her statuesque form before giving her a brisk nudge to try and shake her from her stupor. That was- until a second scream rang out. A unicorn burst from the undergrowth, looking just as gory but not nearly as dead as the stallion in the grass. She seemed dumbfounded and distraught, throwing herself upon the disemboweled carcass of her friend.. Viona's heart broke for her- hearing her sob and cry out for him. Drular. Viona looked up at Goffery, whom looked like he'd seen a ghost in the small unicorn. He drew his blade again, green eyes scanning the forest beyond with such scrutiny that one might think he was looking beyond the shadows. The mystery mare looked up suddenly, obviously and suddenly aware of the fact that she was not alone, in seconds she was edging toward them. Desperation was plain on her face and her voice was begging as she came within yards of them. 'Please, you have to run...' Goffery braced against her with his sword, standing between she and Viona. Despite his actions- despite his stance- fear was unabashedly painted on his features behind a weak mask of false confidence. He was shaking, but he scoffed a Voidra's advances.
"Cultists did this? I don't believe it, cultists have never come this close to the Gates of New Valore. Never!" He snorted as Viona went to interject, "Who are you mare?". His question would go unanswered however, as birds broke the canopy to the east.
'Come if you value your lives... we must move forwards quickly.' then she running towards them, towards Viona. Goffery, losing to the fight or flight- chose flight- and bolstered yet again between Voidra and Viona, charging headlong into the forests. "We must reach Valore! We will be safe there!" he shouted, casting a fleeting glance behind him, yet fear shone in those bright jade eyes. Viona followed suit of him, of Voidra- running flank side to Goffery and stealing glances at the unicorn mare as she ran. Viona felt as if she were going to be sick.. there was so much blood.. The silvery roan wasn't even sure if the horse was actually sorrel or cream.. Or some other color entirely.. Just- so much blood.
//WC: 654
//Notes: That's quite alright, I got busy and unmotivated at the same time over on my end but I'm back in the swing of things now!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Mar 27, 2016 18:40:39 GMT -6
Voidra || Cultist
A bewildered look crossed her features as she listened to the stallion speak. Cultists? Did he not know Cultists linger everywhere, within shadows and cracks of the walls of all. Did he not know there will be a reign of new order here in the lands? Of course he wouldn't know, Cultists were far to clever to let it all be known so easily. As she began to move towards them, she noticed how the stallion shook. Yes fear, how easy it was to tug at the string of will power with fear. Just a little bit of fear, of doubt was enough to destroy the mind, like poison to the body. It would seep in and fester. Let it fester.
Nostrils flared as she kept onwards. "No, we can't go that way... They know they know...." she whispered out in a soft panic voice. Fear, doubt, let it all rush into them. "That's what happened to..." she paused as she closed her eyes for a moment, letting soft tears fall from her eyes. "To Drular and I, we were hoping we could make to Valore, but there was so many, they knew... We separated and they... they cut him down with no mercy." Voice was cracking how terribly she wanted to cry. Birds from ahead suddenly flew out into the sky, a sign that something lingers ahead.
"Another plan?" she exclaimed to the stallion? Surely the fear would sink in, that if he were to go ahead he would die, he would meet the fate of Drular. That the birds sweeping high would show there was someone ahead that would meet them all. "We have to go elsewhere." she sounded scared and panicked. Voidra in all honesty needed them to turn elsewhere, anywhere but to head into Valore. Eyes looked forwards and soon to her pair. "Even with three. We can't out number them... One of them has... A Gytrash." She remarked. Hoping they knew of the beasts, the kind that could hunt down horses in pack, and if the Cultists had one surely it would spell an ill omen for them. As they ventured closer to the woodland area before them, Voidra let out an earth shattering scream, the kind that is as if she was taken down and suddenly she was bumping into Goffery. "They're here." she whispered with a pained voice. She was holding up her hind leg as if it got harmed, but it was so hard to tell where it was. There was blood all over her, but the scream and her pained look may have clever minds catching on. Pain inflection. Or so she would have them believe. Hopefully now, they would move elsewhere or even better. Scatter.
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Notes|| No worries I totally understand that one! I am a pretty relaxed rp so never feel pressured or anything to post ;D
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Mar 31, 2016 7:49:47 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
They ran. They ran through the thickets and undergrowth like the hunted prey that they'd so quickly become, but Viona couldn't help in thinking that Goffery could easily fend off a few of these cultists... Right? It mattered not, two miles south, past the deep pond and they'd reach Valore, there would be more guards, and home would not be far away. With any luck, it'd all just become a bad dream, this- the images of the gored Drular- they would fade to memory like everything else. The silver-haired mare pushed harder, her muscles aching- she was not accustomed to such excursions, not at all, but the adrenaline kept her going, hooves beating against the earth in tattoo with her racing heartbeat.
Voidra came to a sudden stop, 'Another plan?' she directed it towards Goffery, but he did not respond, the whites f his eyes were visible and glassy as he looked around, nostrils flaring as he held his sword low. Viona realized then, with a sinking feeling, that such a blade, such company, would likely not survive a direct attack from these cultists and their.. Gytrash. Ghosts hounds of legend? Those were bedtime stories that mares told their foals to keep them close at night, but.. It wasn't far-fetched. The roan was not unaware of the rumors that they could be found, and tamed. "There's no where to go," she glanced at Voidra, hardly able to stomach looking looking at her face. Though she was eerily beautiful, the volume of blood that painted her now was hard to stomach, "You must know these woods better, please-". Then, the sanguine painted horse screamed, recoiling and bumping roughly into Goffery who gave a shriek of his own in surprise and terror. The grullo knight swung his blade, and it nary missed her head, but now he was in a panic borne from Hell. He bolted.
"No..!" Viona whimpered, backpedaling with Voidra as Goffery disappeared into the brush. They couldn't separate, they would be ripped apart! All sense and reason evaporated however, replaced by instinct when an unearthly screech pierced the sound of the forest. A horse's wails of pain came next, and that's when Viona broke from her trance, broke free of her frozen limbs, and ran the opposite direction. "Run!" she cried to Voidra, willing the mare to either follow or take lead. Goffery, that had to be Goffery. Viona felt her throat close up and tears dot her vision as she galloped down the game-trail, guilt and horror bearing down on her. It was her fault.. Blue eyes flickered over her withers, looking to see if she were being followed.
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//Notes: AHHHHHhhh! Intense!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 5, 2016 15:55:45 GMT -6
Voidra || Cultist
The air was thick with chaos, and fear. Oh how it filled her with pleasure and delight. Each drop of sweat, each quivering hoof step and fearful heart beat. All of it was like a symphony, one that only Voidra could hear. It was her's alone. Yet the one with the sword was getting too wild in her symphony he was throwing things out of beat, he was a rushing forwards and pulling back. He had to be a lost cause, she had to rid from him like a tune from her head. She relished to be gone with him. "Watch yourself." she almost screamed at him as he flung his sword. This would get to messy and not even by her own doing. He would wreck everything for her and she just wouldn't have that. Then he was suddenly off, and it filled her with guilty pleasure. Run my sweet child of fear, run till your heart bursts. Let fear consume sweet child of mine.
Yet she continued on with this act and suddenly she was looking towards the slave, she was moving back away from where he was bolting towards. She would do so nicely., yes she was perfect. The one the continued on this chaos symphony. "Yes... I know the woods well enough. I can help get you out of here. As for your friend... I cannot help him." she remarked as she turned around and was following Viona, but suddenly she was taking the lead, a scream was heard from behind him. "Run my friend keep up with me." she shouted to her and suddenly Voidra was running at full speed, taking her into the forest. "I know a safe place I tried to get there before.. but they split us up. I tried to find him..." tears fell from her face. It was clear to see what the story was.
Voidra ran, but she looked behind her to make sure the mare would follow suit. "Just a little farther." she urged her onwards. But yet as the words escaped her lips, another shrill scream was heard, this one a bit closer and Voidra pinned her ears down. Was it that fool of a stallion, was the shadows getting the best of him? She wasn'tsure, but it made her eager for what other sweet innocence Adoh had to offer her. Oh how she would tell Blood Mother all of it. Tell her how easily they scare, how she spread fear like wild fire. Yes, Blood Mother would be so pleased. But not yet she could not tell. But Voidra had a guest with her know, and she should bring her the utmost respect. Time to bring in the fresh innocence to her world. A world of monster and death.
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Notes|| Ahh sorry for the bit of wait <3 Had to work too many days in a row haha, still hope its exciting ;D |
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on May 1, 2016 0:20:08 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
The woods had seemed so peaceful before.. The tall trees and had brought her a sense of comfort not long ago.. But now, now everywhere she looked she swore the shadow of a gytrash was hot on her heels, she could feel the tingle of fear electrify her heavy limbs to the point of moving, leaping, sprinting, darting through the undergrowth in preservation of her life. Suddenly, Voidra was ahead of her, sickly red pelt a flag of hope in the choking forest. Viona followed as close as she could, lungs burning with the heat of prayers to Ignacio… Viona feared however, that her God would not be here to save her…
The sound of Goffery screaming still rang in her ears, an echo of pain and horror... Or were those his wailing cries now? Was he still alive? Was the gyrtash and the cultists ripping him apart as she and this other mare ran for their lives? Viona’s ears perked forward when Voidra spoke, urging her onwards and forwards- they were close. Close to where though? For the first time, thought bypassed instinct.. This mare, where was she taking her? She'd said Aodh, Valore but they were traveling North, farther and farther away from the safety of the city. Viona's pale face was drained of any remaining color as a thought rose to the surface of her conscience. What if this was a trap..? What if this was an ambush? What if this poor mare had made a deal with the cultist in exchange for Viona's life? Viona nearly stopped in her tracks, but a whinny of surprise was ripped from her throat when the ground quickly gave way beneath her hooves and sloped downward, the descent slippery despite the dense roots and undergrowth the jutted the side of the ravine. Down down down she went, finally tripping up on the last meter, rolling over on her back and tilting to her side, body rocking over the large stones that littered the dry riverbed. Pain wracked her frame, and the world spun. The young mare lifted her head to move.. "Hnng.."
//WC: 352
//Notes: Whoops, hope it's okay if I took a little geographical liberty. Let me know if that's okay!
PS. I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN! |
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Post by FaunaFawn on May 16, 2016 14:37:51 GMT -6
Voidra
"Here in the forest dark and deep, I offer you eternal sleep"
Voidra skidded to a halt as Viona let out a cry, Voidra's head whipped to the side to see her fall down and crash below. Voidra's heart pounded, but rushed with adrenaline. The cultist moved quickly as she moved down the slope carefully. "Are you alright? Do you think you can walk?" She asked with full concern in her voice, let the act play out. Though this wasn't the plan no, she needed this foolish mare closer and now with her in this sort of state, Voidra realized this was no mare for her, not for her projects. As Voidra reached the bottom of the landscape, peach colored eyes looked to Viona, and what was a look of concern instantly switched to a smile.
"My darling... Isn't it funny how fear can make you forget all the signs to tell you to run from strangers? Especially those out for the blood?" she asked as she licked her lips slowly as she took another step forwards to her. "I was covered in blood, but didnt you ever see a wound on me? How I run with perfect speed? You know why? I gutted that fool, he was supposed to spit out more words, but he died to fast... So I had to well improvise?" Voidra let out a howl of laughter. "And your poor friend, gone mad with fear? Im sure the woods and everything else feast upon him now. So now there is only you and I. We were supposed to be closer to my home then this, but plans change. I don't mind improvising. Though I still need a bit from you my dear. You see? My Pet, well the eyes just aren't working, and you... oh yes you... You have the loveliest of eyes." A cruel grin began to grow on her lips as she moved forwards.
Did Voidra need anything? Not really, but she was here for the cheap thrills, allowing all to fear her mere presence. "So Viona, should I give you a fighting chance? Let you have the head start? Or should I just pluck them from your skull now?" Voidra laughed all the more as she stood there, grinning a far crueler grin then before. Her pupils narrowed as she stared down at the mare, the poor mare. She was at the place at the wrong time. Voidra picked her out like she would any flower, and now there was only thing left to do... Pull the petals apart.
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Notes || Sorry this took me a while to get out to ya <3 But yay for having internet back! |
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 3, 2016 23:35:50 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
Viona attempted to rise again, but was pulled back down by gravity, pain, and vertigo. The mare grimaced, laying her head down briefly before even considering the idea of trying again. The forest was loosing light fast, there was no time to waste feeling sorry for herself at the bottom of the ravine... Especially if her suspicions about her would be savior were correct- too late. The sound of skittering of stones and Voidra's worried tone brought Viona to full attention "I.. I-" her ears laid back flat against her head as the metaphorical mask that the blood-stained mare had been wearing seemed to melt away from her features. A face that had been warped by the same terror and fear that- even now oh, her heart was hammering like a trapped bird in her chest- ran through Viona's viens suddenly became a visage of triumph... Voidra's expression had looked to became that of a predator having finally cornered its quarry. Any smidgen of hope left in Viona had gone... snuffed out like a dying candle as the cause of her imminent demise drew closer.
It smacked her in the face then, the fact that there were no cultists, no murderers or hunting party- none but Voidra. Nothing but this single equine's own well devised plan of horror and chaos. Viona cursed herself for being none the wiser. It was true- she'd hardly noticed the fact that Voidra herself was not injured. By Ignacio, not a drop of the crimson liquid that stained her chestnut coat was even hers! Viona felt her blood curdle when Voidra howled out her laugh- she felt her stomach turn. The roan wanted to vomit yet felt nothing besides the ache of her body and the abhorrent wretch of despair in her chest. Poor, poor Goffery.. This was all her fault, she should have waited for someone more experienced to accompany her on this outing. Not him. Viona had shut her eyes, shakily trying to push herself away with her forelegs.
"-Though I still need a bit from you my dear. You see? My Pet, well the eyes just aren't working, and you... oh yes you... You have the loveliest of eyes."Viona stiffened, eyes opening widening as the color seeped away from her complexion. This horse- no.. no this MONSTER was mad!
"D-don't do this.. I beg of you, let me walk free. I'll give you gold..? I .. I don't have much but-" the mare tried to interject, tried to reason with this she-devil but her words fumbled, they turned to ash in her mouth. Negotiating was not an option. That was not part of this game of cat and mouse.. Viona, keeping her head snaked low started to shift backwards when the bloody hellion drew much too close- she could smell the death on her. No.. No.. This would not be it. This was not her end. Fear became overridden by instinct and a sheer need to survive. She had to, this was not how she wanted to die. Let her be flogged by a slaver, let her be beaten by her master, let her be poisoned by another- But in this twilight wood, she would not be killed- she would not be pulled limb from limb for whatever twisted and sick purpose this night-mare had, she would not be part of her game. Viona suddenly cried out, launching herself from the riverbed at the looming Voidra in fervent hopes of taking her by surprise and possibly even knocking her off her feet. She had to escape- she had to escape.
//WC: 566 (excluding Voidra dialouge)
//Notes: Holy shit this took me way too long. Writer's block and moving out killed this but I am bringing it back like Justin Timberlake. //shakes fist
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 8, 2016 12:03:05 GMT -6
Voidra
Cultist of the Dead Woods"Here in the forest dark and deep, I offer you eternal sleep"
A cruel grin seeped onto her face as she watched the look of horror and panic rise to the mare's face. It made her want to swoon at such a look. How she caused all of this, all of this for him, her lord, her savior. The master of chaos and discord itself. Digend. Could he see ehr now, was he proud of her, was he wanting to see her cut into this mare, to rip her apart. To see what she was made of? Oh Voidra would do it all, all for him. The more the mare before her began to panic, the more Voidra could feel herself losing control of herself. It was at rare moments, she would let her curiosity driven state take full control, but with no one around, and no other cultists to tell her to settle who would dare tell her no now?Voidra watched as Viona begged for life, for mercy, how she tried to bargain with death itself. "My dear, pet, don't you know? You're death is for the life of another?" she titled her head as her pupils thinned as the excitement erupted within her. "Don't you know dont you know?" she laughed and laughed. Each word she spoke seemed to unwind her, unravel her as she came closer to the mere image of Digend. A chaotic beast that thrived on this and more. Yet in the midst of her unraveling the mare seemed to leap at her, and Voidra was taken back by this. But it thrilled her, it filled the animalistic desires in her. The kind that fed. Curiousity."So you want to play then? Good." she grinned as she looked at the mare that leapt at her, knocking Voidra back a bit, but she stood firm in her ways. "Run run run run run." she chanted as she began to stomp her front hooves on the ground in a steady beat as she continued to chanted those words, hoping Viona would run, to allow her to chase and pounce the mare. Oh yes, this was beginning to get interesting now. Eyes watched the mare as she chanted those words allowing her a head start, a small sliver of hope, before she snatched her hope and eyes away.Post 5 WC||395 Notes|| Thats okay I totally understand cause I get the same way haha ;D <3 but super excited for this part and to unleash the Voidra ;D |
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 14, 2016 22:15:23 GMT -6
VIONA | SERVILE SLAVE
Her side was smeared with blood now, having taken Voidra off-guard but not quite knocking her back.. Viona pushed on however, running up the steep side of the ravine, legs burning with the raw effort of exerting enough power to scale the slope without slipping, she had to pause half way, gazing back to see the cultists, eyes wide and teeth bared- chanting... Telling Viona to run, run run. And that's just what the roan horse did, with a whimper of fright she battled the rest of the way to the top of the ravine, making a mad scramble for a path she knew. What she didn't realize, was how turned around one could get in the darkness of the woods. As the last tendrils of sunlight faded into oblivion, the forest began to show its true nature. Hungry branches and viscous brambles ensnared her hooves, ripping bits of fur from her hide and tangling the feathering along her long legs. Viona felt her heart in her throat and swore that if it weren't for the pounding of blood in her ears- she could still hear her laughing. That echoing, haunting, heckling cackle- it shook Viona like no other, drove her to an edge of one thing and another- she could only guess that the foreboding abyss that laid beyond terror was madness. The same terrible madness that had claimed her escort.
The young mare was breathing heavily when she came to a shaky stop. Where she stood, a small creek ran before her hooves. Had she seen this before? She reckoned not, but little did it matter now. She was running for her life- but one could not do so forever. Her legs trembled, her flanks were soaked in sweat, and her mane was a tangled tattered mess having been yanked this way and that by the malevolent branches that swayed overhead. Viona looked about with desperation, lowering her head just so as to avoid what she thought were the trees... Was her mind playing tricks? The dark etching of boughs- outlined against the shadowy sky- seemed to be gravitating closer.. and closer. Viona heard something from behind her and despite having not crossed a creek during her flight, she crossed it now- giving a frightened whinny as she bolted towards what she thought- what she hoped- was civilization. Ignacio, please, Oh lord of fire- lend me your strength. Please gods, I don't want to die..! She prayed fervently, her elbows and knees beginning to chafe against her ribs and sides with each burning stride of her legs.
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//Notes: Let the chase begin.. 
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Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 10, 2016 17:37:53 GMT -6
Voidra Cultist of the Dead Woods
There was beauty in this madness, at least Voidra thought it was beautiful. SHe loved the scent of fear, while it never really had a scent, one sweated more, the muscles quivered and the heart beat raced like the mad winds of the mountains. It was like her orchestra, a song just for her, and oh how she would dance to this beat. Eyes followed the mare as she scrambled to race onwards, oh poor little thing. A lamb lost in the woods, and it was getting dark now. It was Voidra's time to shine. Laughter escaped her lips once more. " Run my little lamb, for I only need one chance to catch you." she cried out. A cruel grin spread onto her lips, and she stretched out a moment, letting her bones crack, a soft sigh of relief escaping her lips. She'd never be too old for this. Without hesitation Voidra was off. Hooves moved her forwards as she raced up the slope, having already traveling down it, she had a path set in mind. Cutting seconds off her time to catch up to Viona, but she wouldn't catch her right off the bat, honestly where is the fun in that? No, she wanted to rip her flanks, wanted to the mare to scream and beg for help. Oh yes she wanted Viona to quiver and piss herself. She wanted her face to be the last thing her eyes would ever see. Voidra was a plague of despair, where ever she traveled, she left nothing but despair and misery in her wake. A dark healer with a far crueler heart and her curious mind to fuel it all. Voidra ran up the narrow path up to ground level. Nostrils flared taking in the fresh scent of the night. Yes, it was all coming together. As Digend blessed her one this kill for him? For everything she had ever done since she heard his voice was worship the his chaos. Surely he was looking down at her pleased that such a chaotic horse with no gifts could do such damage. Eyes narrowed as she spotted the fresh hoofsteps and soon was rushing onwards after Viona. Oh yes, this was what she needed. A good chase, a mercy kill, oh my what took her so long to devise such a deed? Its was all running so perfect, and still was. Voidra raced forwards. " Oh little lamb little lamb? Don't you know to never wander in the woods alone? Oh little lamb little lamb" she sang out in a haunting tone. Yes let her know, let Viona hear Voidra was on her way, on her way to her. Yet as Voidra sang out, she instantly stopped as if cut off, but she did that merely to add to the fear, let the silence fill the woods. Every creak in the tree she hoped would send fear in Viona. Let the fear take over, let her run madly into the woods. Lets the roots trip her, and when she tries to get up? Oh Voidra would be there looking down on her form smiling as always. Yes, it was all perfect, she thought to herself as she moved onwards silently. She knew these woods well enough, as she had staged such a scene it would be foolish not to be familiar with such things. Post 6
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