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Post by savannauni on Feb 25, 2016 22:22:23 GMT -6
Don't Let Them In, Don't Let Them See
Characters: Zestoka and Balthazar
Plot: Zet had been attacked by a pack of wolves, lucky for her Balthazar has stumbled upon her at just in time, before the sun has set. (little does he know Z has a small crush on him) Zet tries to ignore Balthazar's help to save face but she finally gives in and agrees to let him help her before the supposed storm can set in and before the darkness settles over the land. While the goal is clear enough they also don't know the wolves are hungry, and they're dying for a chance to eat.. |
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Post by savannauni on Feb 28, 2016 22:55:17 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie
The grullo mare moved painfully slow though the quiet forest. Scarlet drops of blood fell from her body like rain leaving a trail of red in her wake staining the pure white snow she packed down with each step she took. She had had the misfortune of running into a unusually large pack of very desperate wolves. They had taken her all at once from all sides catching Zet completely off guard. Their teeth sunk into her gastrocknemius muscle rendering her left back leg useless for the time being. The together grabbed either the thick crest of her neck or a pastern. As soon as she threw one of the beasts off another would take its place. She only managed to get away by dropping down and rolling on her back to squash the wolves like tomato and galloping as fast as she could with her bum leg. As she stumbled though the forest trying to regain her breath her strength seemed to disappear. A low howl rose up from somewhere behind her. Zet paused as she listened to the eerie song, trying to just where they were. But her body grew cold all over when she hear multiple howls join in from all sides around her. The mare's vision went black for a second but she pushed on. 'I at leat have to get back to the tent.' She though, fixating a goal. Yet after a few more steps the darkness fell over her vision again, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Her large body hit the ground with a thud. The momentum of her movements and gravity kicked in. She slid down a small slope. Her body only stopped when she hit her back against a prickly pine tree.
The wolves were hot on her trail, they knew she was wounded terribly. Now they just needed to find her.
Word Count: 314
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Feb 29, 2016 1:28:59 GMT -6
Balthazar | Raider
He'd spent most of the day with Bihndi, the mare he'd been seeing for a while. Their relationship was complicated though and he always ended up leaving in either a sad or angered mood. He trekked upward, hooves catching in the dense snow as his tail flicked across his rump, shooing any irritating snow flakes that tickled through his fur. He could feel the wind break through his mane, and enjoyed the coolness against his skin. Due to his weight, he was often hot, welcoming the cold weather with open arms.
As he rounded the corner, he paused, bright red spots of blood making themselves known in the scents he was smelling. He squinted at them, cocking his head slightly. Just as he'd registered that information, he heard an eerie howl break the calm whistle of the breeze. Without hesitation he moved forward, toward the sound, following it as best he could.
It took only a few minutes for him to find the source of the sound. He had known it was wolves, but he wanted to know what they were pursuing. They weren't paying attention to him as he followed a little farther behind, large figure trying not to draw attention. They had their noses to the ground, one occasionally leaping to another and biting them on the scruff of the neck, as though encouraging him to work harder at finding their prey. Balthazar was intent on finding their prey first. The smell of blood grew stronger, and soon intertwined with it was the scent of a fellow War Forged horse. He picked up his pace, finally able to see a figure lying a little further down the mountain, caught on a tree trunk. With a swift breath he leaped over the wolves, massive hooves skidding snow everywhere as he landed, halting just before the mare, whom he could now recognize as Zestoka. Not a friend, per say, but someone he didn't want dead either.
He snarled, turning to face the wolves. Some of them cowered down before slinking off into the misty day, but a few were brave- and stupid- enough to have a go at him. One by one he pounded each into the snow, crushing their skulls and cracking their bones with his muscled legs, blood spurting from their bodies to paint the snow. Balthazar kept his head low, and even though there were no more howls, and no more dangers, he had to be sure by keeping on guard for a few moments more. Finally, he felt alone enough to turn his back, now facing the Valkyrie mare. Frowning, he leant down and with a hefty grunt, he flung her over his shoulder. She seemed to be out cold, and by the amount of blood he'd seen, it was evident she'd lost quite a bit. 'Now to find somewhere to put her.' He thought, slightly irritated that he'd been the one to find her.
It took a rather long time for Balthazar to find Zestoka's tent. He didn't know it was hers, and he didn't care, he'd fend off the owner if they came back. He just had to get her out of the cold. And her weight was beginning to take a toll on his back. He, not so gently, placed her down inside, standing at the door, eyes scanning their surroundings temporarily before returning to her. Now to wait. He needed to see her wake up before he left, then, she was not his problem.
WC: 582
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