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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:43:44 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 705: Crossing Paths Team Leaders: Margaery Participants: Liri, Skoll, Amaranthe 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'D Prompt: There is no war without casualties, and Aodh has suffered many. Captain Margarey’s small battalion was selected to escort several of the injured back home. The equines under your care are those who were rendered unable to continue the good fight, but stable enough to not be prioritized for a swift ship. As a result, you’ve spent weeks leading a caravan of the injured across the treacherous Vastlands. It has been hard, gruelling work, but home is finally within reach: yesterday you crossed the Eithne-Sirith border. A train station is only a few days of travel away, and you know that a warm bed in the barracks will be waiting for you. Unfortunately, Herald Scouts are waiting for you as well. Location: Valore Marketplace (Commons District) Time of Day: Nightfall You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 3, 2019 18:50:57 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?" 
Ever since arriving to the Heralds Sköll had felt a lust to sink his fangs into the hide of a lesser being. Surrounded by his kindred flames, his sense of ego and racial pride had swelled, and he became just that much more confident in his belief that the quest to purge the heretics from Eithne was a just and righteous one. This land was that of the Kirins, of Ignacio, and there were stains living upon it. Why else had they been revived but to slaughter them and reclaim their homeland?
Being called to arms, sent out on a proper mission made his lips curl into a grin, his tail swish with anticipation, until he was informed what sort of mission it was. It wasn't the most glorious mission, and he was quite certain that he was worth more than simply being a scout of all things. He saw the Kingsguard in Hrag-Ba'al, and he lusted over such a position of power. That was what he was suited for. A position close to the crown, worthy of his glory, of his power. But for now, he was only a hoplite. Only a scout.
The notion made his stomach crawl. A scout. A scout! He wasn't meant to be just a scout! He was a warrior, a gilded kirin destined for wealth, power, fame! His name was meant to be spread! At the very least, the job had the potential to let him take out his anger on impure heretics. Perhaps if he slaughtered enough of them, his potential would be witnessed... Perhaps it was the fact that some of those close to the crown remembered him, remembered his condemnation and imprisonment for murdering thieves in cold blood. Maybe that was why he was forced to be a scout. Regardless, he would prove his worth, armored in gleaming gold colored metal, with the glory of Ignacio's own light on his side.
He could do without the companion though. He didn't care if she was formerly an actual hoplite, and he was a dropout, he could do well without backup! Eyeing the other kirin, he let out a small snort. "I do hope you can fight properly," He said, glancing about the city streets they were skulking about. "I would hate to have my reputation tarnished by having one half failing."
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 7, 2019 1:01:32 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Hoplite
Amaranthe was a little disappointed to be on this mission to be completely honest. Not because she was scouting, rather, whom she was scouting with. The palamino drop out was overwhelming in his own grandeur. He seemed to make his own importance the center of everything, whether it was true or not. And more often than not, he was far from important. It drove her absolutely nuts. He pranced around and preened, doing his best impression of a peacock. Truly, Amaranthe almost would have preferred to snap her own antlers than deal with this narcissist. The only reprieve the Hoplite had was her familiar, Aztec. The quetzacoatlus ambled beside the mare, giving their unsavory companion a side eye. It was clear that he was not a fan either.
On top of his self absorbed tendencies, Amaranthe had heard just how blood thirsty he was when it came to the non kirins. It was true, she did still harbor a mild disdain for the other species, but she was able to differentiate her own dislike for a need to wipe out a whole species... Unlike last time. Perhaps it was the months she had spent in Serora, with no memories to fall back on, and relying solely on the kindness of that herd, but she had changed. Now, the target of her hatred were the Aodhians. They besmirched the ideals and practices of the original herd.
Slavery. What a horrid practice. Amaranthe had learned all about the modern Aodians from the Serorans, of how they had began their war over a child.
A sleazy voice, one she truly wished she'd never have to listen to again spoke up. She glanced over at Skoll as he patronized her.
Baring her teeth at her kirin companion, she sneered at the waste of scales and antlers marching beside her. "Oh yes, of our reputations, it is definitely yours that is in peril of being tarnished." Lashing her tail, she strode ahead of him, dismissing his continued existence.
"Do try your best to remember, and I know you have your memories intact you cretin, that I was a graduated and respected Dragon Hoplite, whereas you... You couldn't even find the fortitude to even finish your training. So please excuse me if I can't find enough respect for you to actually care about your misgivings on this mission."
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 7, 2019 6:42:01 GMT -6
 MARGAERY | AODH | CHEVALIER Oh the sun will rise like a flame ignites, we're not done 'til we say it's over, we won't fade away.
Oh the sun will rise, tomorrow never dies.
Margaery was glad to be heading home.
Their journey in the tunnels and subsequent discovery within had left her shaken, wavering, not unlike the many mirages that plagued this accursed land.
In the beginning, she had believed their cause to be resolute, to be just; but when the one she had placed her faith in turned upon her, renouncing his protection, she found herself asking more questions than she received answers to.
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With morale at an all-time low from weeks of traversing an unforgiving tundra, there was a slow build-up of excitement beginning to mount up amongst the group as traces of the way home became apparent; with many keen to be reunited with their loved ones and luxuries not afforded here.
Their joy would be short-lived, however.
Scanning the horizon, Margaery was the first to see that the way ahead was blocked. Armoured citizens marched towards them in haphazardous formation, but it was the Quetzalcoatlus that held her attention. Her ears flicked back in thought at the sight, eyeing over their wounded and weighing up the odds of trying to outrun them.
She drew her sword instead.
"Guards... ready your weapons- and stay in formation." She murmured, jerking her head in the direction of their awaiting adversaries, and praying to Ignacio that her battalion listened to her for once.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 7, 2019 11:25:03 GMT -6
LIRI  CHEVILAR There wasn't much for Liri to do other than to follow her commanding officer. Granted, she'd rather do that then what she'd been doing the past few months. Her second trip out of the country wasn't for trading but instead to wage war in the desert, a place of heat and sand not fit for any living thing.
She didn't fight per say, but there were many disturbing things that happened during that trip that she chose to forget as they were not something she wanted to remember. Even then, it still drew a shiver down her spine thinking about going back to that desert even though it would burn away any cold that she had in her.
Having walked for what seemed like forever, they were finally nearing their home. Liri smiled internally, too tired of emotions and walking to physically smile. Thinking about home cheered her up just a bit, as her husband and child were waiting for her-- "Guards... ready your weapons- and stay in formation." A voice pulled her out of her thoughts, causing her to whip her head up. She didn't even realize she was just plodding along with her head down until then and she stopped stock still. Ahead of them, a group of equine stood in front of the company of guards, and they didn't look particularly friendly. One in particular, with a nasty look on their face and a pale pearlino coat set her on edge, making the hair on her back stand up. Not many things did that, and she drew her dagger out of her saddlebags (well, not really her saddle bags but she was given them for the trip). She kept her blessing in check however, keeping the rotating shields from appearing until she needed them. Best keep them a surprise and catch them off guard instead of showing them all her tricks.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 9, 2019 22:12:48 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
The baring of teeth was met with his own gleaming, pearly whites being exposed, dark lips drawn taunt over gums in a vicious smile. And she dared to walk away from him. Hissing under his breath, he stormed to match her pace, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Sneering, he lifted his head high, ears flattened.
"Couldn't find the fortitude? It was boring. Tiring. At least I had half a mind of my own to decide that such a bothersome sort of job, being the attack dog of the military, wasn't worth my precious time." He retorted, using his tail to whip her side while picking up the pace to move in front of her, just like she had done to him. He snorted, pleased with his actions. Truly, she would ruin him.
And he paused, a golden brow raised, dark, ice eyes locked on the path ahead. There they were. Tongue flickering to pass over his teeth, he looked over his shoulder with a cruel smile. "My dear, I do suggest we put this little spat behind us, at least for the moment. There are heretics to cull."
Lifting his spear, he looked forward. Should he mention that he had the ability to blind them with his blessing? ...No. He wouldn't. She insulted his honor. If she happened to get caught in the crossfire... Well, if only one made it back, no one would be able to recover a story from dead bodies...
Regardless. It was no longer the time. He needed to sink his teeth into a fleshy, penetrable hide. What a shame that these poor souls didn't have the armored scales of a Kirin. That was what made them such worthless little creatures. Brushing his hair back, he supposed there was no tricking to be done of these creatures. He would very much like to wander up to them, feigning ignorance and helplessness until he could lunge and strike them down. But, from the looks of things, they already knew what they were.
At least he could give them that much. They knew what formidable opponents they were up against, and they were ready. "It has been far too long." He mumbled to himself. "Do try to keep up!" He called over his shoulder before bounding forward. |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 14, 2019 23:44:36 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Hoplite
Rolling her eyes as he stormed to catch up to her once more, she turned to look at him with a droll look. "No, I guess learning to be a mighty warrior wasn't worth your time. Instead, you decided that murdering our own was way more suited to your time tables." His tail snapped against her side, and she imagined for half a second biting it clean in half before something caught her gaze.
A group of equines approaching from the border, non kirins. Her slitted gaze sharpened and her posture straightened as Skoll spoke, though she would have rather ignored him, in one thing at the very least, he was correct. They would have to put their mutual dislike aside for now. The band of approaching horses looked all the worse for wear, and it appeared there were only two that were alert and able enough to take positions against the kirin pair.
"Halt! You are trespassing on the reclaimed land of Ignacio, and our King Soliel. You will turn back and leave, or you will perish." As she spoke, Amaranthe watched Skoll leap forward, and she marched after him, head held regally high as she stared their targets down. Aztec let out a few deep warbled screeches as he moved in time with her.
"You have been warned, we will not show mercy." Her eyes locked on the unicorn that seemed to be leading the troop. They had been fighting, that much was clear, and from the news they'd heard as well as her own experience, there was only one war Aodh had been waging. These were from the troops that had been in Serora. They had to be. If they did choose to stand and fight, Amaranthe would be more than happy to tear into their hides.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 16, 2019 11:19:42 GMT -6
MARGAERY | AODH | CHEVALIER Oh the sun will rise like a flame ignites, we're not done 'til we say it's over, we won't fade away.
Oh the sun will rise, tomorrow never dies.
Even as they moved to meet their adversaries, it was clear to Margaery that the two were at odds with one another - though, like dogs on a hunt, they straightened their trajectory once they caught the scent.
The unicorn grimaced upon their approach, though she was more focused on the Thunderbird than the warriors that approached...
Until she realised they weren't ordinary foot soldiers.
At the revelation, Margaery shifted her stance, bracing for impact; while those that could still carry a weapon flocked in behind her, blocking the path towards those too weak to fight.
The kirin stood a good few hands taller than the Chevalier, but her head still lifted in defiance as Amaranthe drew close and spoke - though she was heartsick and sore, her faith did not waver in her people.
"Born in Ignacio's image you may be, but if you do not stand aside, it is you who will die today."
It was a partial bluff, but also a promise, for she knew if they were forced to turn back now, most would not survive the journey to get back home.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 20, 2019 9:40:45 GMT -6
LIRI CHEVILAR Liri was more than a little concerned at the sight of these massively built equine coming towards the small group of tired soldiers. And as they got closer, she realized they were more than just some randomly armed citizens. They were kirins. Really. Big. Kirins. At least to her anyways, but granted, almost everyone that she was with was taller than her.
She took a step back, moving behind the taller unicorn that was her captain. Granted, she had her shields, that didn't mean that she was keen on facing these giant kirins head on. They would just... stomp on her or something. That was not a pretty image and Liri really did not want to be a flat pancake before she even got home. To say her life flashed before her eyes, that wouldn't be the case since in the past year or two, oddly enough she'd had more excitement than she'd had in her life. Not all of it was her fault but some of it was much more life threatening than really big kirins. At least, she hoped so.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 24, 2019 19:09:46 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Oh, lovely, she wanted to give them a warning, a chance, to turn back. Why not simply eradicate them here? If they turned and left, they could try to go and re-enter Eithne from a different area, where there were no Heralds to meet them. He rolled his eyes, shifting his spear in his grip.
At least the heretics had some sense. He'd get his bloodshed. He'd have it no other way. Baring his teeth in a vicious smile, he tossed his head, slowing slightly. "Oh dear, a little pesky insect is trying to talk back to us, to Kirins." He mused, arching his neck, his tail curling in anticipation. "How amusing that a creature that disgusting, that annoying, thinks it can speak to its betters like this."
"I do believe this warrants the crushing of it under our hooves. Along with the rest of its disgusting swarm." He purred, licking his lips lightly, ice blue eyes looking over the small group of hopeful warriors. Amusing. He'd get much enjoyment out of crushing their bones and tearing their flesh. He only gave a slight glance to the Kirin beside him before slamming his spear hilt down on the ground, his eyes closing and the impact being the only warning of his blessing bursting into life less than a second later.
Bright light flooded the area, as it was daytime and all clouds ceased to exist. Opening his eyes, Sköll laughed haughtily. He hoped that his companion hadn't gotten caught in the blast and could make him look bad. But oh well, if she got harmed, then that was her fault. And now, he lunged forward, following up on his blessing's blast of light with his spear at the ready and his teeth bared openly.
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AN: Skoll just used his level 3 Light manipulation blessing to flood the area of light! Ya'll can choose if your characters got effected or not! I won't force that on anyone <3
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 26, 2019 15:08:25 GMT -6
MARGAERY | AODH | CHEVALIER Oh the sun will rise like a flame ignites, we're not done 'til we say it's over, we won't fade away.
Oh the sun will rise, tomorrow never dies.
Hatred spewed from the pale kirin's mouth in rebuttal to her words, but Margaery was used to insults by now - numb to them.
The commentary that followed after however, troubled the unicorn. History told her that Kirins had been a proud and noble race, just as the others had been once upon a time; namely while they remained secluded and cut off from one another, close only to their family and their God, but she had not expected them to be cruel - to be so far removed their deity and his ideals.
The Hoplites could easily see the injured amongst her group, but they remained impassive, unmoved by her demand that they stand down. As they stepped forward, she had no choice but to mirror them, sword unsheathed and at the ready...
Then her world went white.
Blinded by the sudden flood of light, Margaery's shield glittered into existence almost out of instinct to protect herself, flying up to block the presumed, incoming assault, and managed to clip the upstart clean on the chin.
Perhaps Ignacio hadn't abandoned her after all.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 27, 2019 5:09:55 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Hoplite
As she would have guessed, the troop did not turn away, and the unicorn in the front stood her ground, refusal swiftly upon her lips. Amaranthe's eyes did not fail to see one of the horses ducking behind the leader, and she let a smirk grace her face, her sharp teeth shining imperiously. Hearing Skoll speak up, she wished for nothing more than to stomp on his tail, but this was neither the time nor place. Stepping closer, her body thrummed with adrenaline, ready to lay teeth and hoof on these false Aodhians.
"You were warned. Upon your shoulders be your comrades' deaths." Squinting her eyes against Skoll's light display, she shied away from the sudden intense light. Intending on lunging forward, her movement was hindered by her temporary lack of sight. Once the light died down though, Amaranthe dove into her shadow, sliding under the unicorn's shield's with haste. Thankfully Skoll's little display was a good distraction to their opponents, even if she did want to strangle him where he stood.
Her target would be an easy kill if she pulled this off, honestly the horse looked dead on her hooves anyways, but it would be a death that would spook the party.
Climbing out of her shadow, Amaranthe shook her head, eyes still seeing spots from Skoll's light. The second delay allowed them to realize she was suddenly there, but not quite enough time to properly react. Her target reeled back, trying to put distance between them. Using the momentum, Amaranthe grabbed onto the chevalier's own sword, feeling the weight as it slid from its' sheath. Sweeping the sword to the side, she felt the tip of the blade bite into the chevaliers' neck, luckily (or unluckily, if you happened to be the horse) nicking an artery. While she hadn't intended on slitting her throat, it was the same outcome; death.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 31, 2019 22:58:31 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
He had assumed he would sink his teeth into soft hide, that his spear would be halted just for a moment before giving way into flesh. But a hard blow on his jaw? Rearing up with a furious hiss, jaw throbbing, he stared down at the unicorn who dared to hit him in such a disgusting, weak, cowardly way! Once he thought that perhaps, just perhaps, unicorns could be second to Kirins, have a chance of living as loyal subjects, for they had gleaming horns and some had jeweled hides which mimicked scales.
But now, he wanted to see them burn. Snarling, he crashed back down on top of the glittering shield, slamming both his cloven hooves and spear down into the construction. A force field. Ignacio. Ignacio had given this worm a piece of his glorious essence? "You don't deserve the blessing you wield so cowardly." He hissed, eyes burning shards of ice, teeth snapping and gnashing as he spoke. "Hiding behind such a glorious gift of Ignacio is a disgrace to my lord of ash!" He snarled, drawing his spear back and slamming it down again, then another time, and then another.
Eyes flashing, he saw a chevalier come up to lunge at his side to try and get him off of the glittering shield. Then he pushed back with his legs, rearing up once more to pivot and dance a short distance away. Stop that. Stop acting on blind fury. He almost got hit!
He had his spear, Lightpiercer. He could play with range... Incapacitate her from afar, and then he could tear her apart with his teeth... Twirling his spear, he blocked the attack from the offending chevalier, who dared to try and interrupt him. Slamming their weapon down, he smiled viciously, lunging forward and sinking his teeth into their throat, forcefully wrenching his head back and bringing their tissue with him.
Spitting out the hunk of flesh, blood dripping from his lips, he licked them once, looking once more to the unicorn while putting a hoof on the collapsed, twitching, gasping body. "Come on then. I'm waiting, worm." |
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 3, 2019 23:16:11 GMT -6
MARGAERY | AODH | CHEVALIER Oh the sun will rise like a flame ignites, we're not done 'til we say it's over, we won't fade away.
Oh the sun will rise, tomorrow never dies.
Bright pink sparks flew from her shield as the pale kirin retaliated, the weapon shuddering under the weight of his blows. His attacks were aggressive, erratic, but powerful, and she knew she could not hold it up for long.
Trying to regain what was lost, her eyes darted from side to side, straining to see her combatants... And found herself briefly at a loss when the second kirin seemingly disappeared, had it been a trick of the light?
No.
The rattle of someone's dying breath behind her made her realise --all too late-- that she had been tricked. With a roar of frustration, she wheeled around to strike at Amaranthe, attempting to sink her blade into the kirin's exposed hocks and elongated tail.
When another stepped in place of her fallen comrade, she turned back to face Sköll, dropping the damaged shield to regain her breath. Disgust rippled across her features as he sank his teeth into yet another member of her party, ripping out their throat and stifling a wretched scream.
Gathering herself as blood pooled below him and stained the golden sand a dusty red, she leapt forward, striking at his neck with a swipe of her heavy broadsword and hissing in retaliation,
"Only worms feast upon the dead."
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Post by gone-astrayy on Feb 9, 2019 3:59:14 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Hoplite
The rattling, hollow rasp that slipped out of the chevaliers mouth as she dropped chilled Amaranthe to the bone. It brought back memories of a war thousands of years in the past, and her skin prickled in.... regret? She didn't have time to analyze the thought before the unicorn who led the group wheeled on her, letting out a war cry as she swung her long sword. Having a millisecond to react, Amaranthe tried to turn out of the path of the blades arc, while bringing up the stolen blade to try and shield herself. Unfortunately for her, Margaery had the drop on her.
Feeling the cold steel bite into her flesh, she managed to avoid her tendons being completely severed, rather her own sword clanged against her opponents, which caused the blade to slide up, from her hock, to the middle of her thigh. Letting out a feral growl, she lurched back, blood dripping down her leg. She was spared no quarter as another chevalier rushed her, the unicorn turning her back and facing down Skoll. Amaranthe's slitted eyes locked on her new opponent, and moving her injured leg away from easy access, she held up the stolen sword, moonlight glinting off the blade.
"Come and get me you thieving bastard." Her voice was steady, though her leg was throbbing and she could feel the rivulets of blood running down her leg. She may be a trained soldier, but even if they were wounded and weary, the pseudo-Aodhian's still outnumbered them. Even she knew the tactical disadvantage they were at, even if she'd refuse to acknowledge it out loud.
Bringing her sword up, Amaranthe lunged, praying her leg would not give out as she aimed for the horses' eyes. Aim small, miss small.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 10, 2019 19:14:59 GMT -6
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"Can I tell you that in my eyes not even God would be good enough to command you?"
Sköll let out a haughty laugh, bouncing back off of the body. With a toss of his head and a bounce on his front legs, he hopped up, believing he would be clear of her broadsword. He heard a rip of material and felt a sting of a shallow cut on his throat, being saved from a more devastating injury by the leather neck armor he wore. But still, the sting of an injury made him furious. He shouldn't have any sort of injury, period. They had no right to do so.
He could tell that his fellow Kirin was injured, but he didn't care to come to her aid. No, he was more interested in the unicorn who scratched his neck, who damaged his glorious armor! Retaliating as he came back down, he slammed his spear downwards, catching the broadsword in-between the blade and one of the tines on either side. He moved both weapons down, digging his spear tip down into the ground with as much force as he could manage in hopes of locking both his own, and the unicorn's blades into the ground beneath while slamming his shoulder and the side of his head towards her, with his horn tines facing her, to push her back and away from her weapon.
"Indeed!" He hissed back, slitted pupils widening for a brief moment before narrowing once more. "Is that the scent of desert flesh I smell upon your breath? You feast upon the flesh of the desert folk, do you enjoy your meal cooked in the hot sun before you eat, is that it?" He goaded on, now lunging with a snap towards her jaw, aiming to deal damage with his mouth instead of his blade.
As he moved forward, lunging forward, he felt hot pain shoot across the side of his muzzle, and he drew back with a vicious screech, wrenching his weapon free and dancing back a few steps. A chevalier stood by Margaery's side, blood on one side of their blade. They had come to her aid when he moved to rip her throat out. Blood dripped from the side of his face where the blade had hit, skidding over the metal of his helmet, but meeting flesh where the metal did not cover. Tongue flicking out to the side of his mouth, lapping at the blood now running down his face, he growled lowly. "How rude to interrupt my private brawl." He snarled, tail curling and lashing back and forth behind him. |
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 16, 2019 8:24:20 GMT -6
MARGAERY | AODH | CHEVALIER Oh the sun will rise like a flame ignites, we're not done 'til we say it's over, we won't fade away.
Oh the sun will rise, tomorrow never dies.
Margaery felt flesh give way to her sword as she swung it towards Amaranthe, ichor spattering across her chest from the sudden impact. The victory would be short-lived however, as --much to the Chevalier’s chagrin-- the wound only looked to be superficial.
But, even then, it gave her enough time to break away and turn back upon her other opponent as a pegasus from her party stepped up and took her place.
With a roar and a stolen blade, the kirin lunged for their throat and the soldier flared their wings in retaliation, deflecting the blow to brush harmlessly across their shoulder.
Thinking quickly, they pushed off from the ground to get airborne, sand swirling about beneath their hooves. Within a few seconds they were right above the appaloosa, then dived down; aiming to knock the mare clean off her feet.
Finding herself facing off with Sköll once more, Margaery’s aim again struck true; though the pale kirin’s armour absolved most of the damage. She cursed aloud as his spear collided with her sword, the blades singing as she strained to keep it upright. Distracted, she felt his shoulder slam into hers and his broken antler graze across her flank; teeth snapping at her like a rabid dog.
With disgust still evident upon her face at his vile proclamations, the draft summoned her shield once more, putting it between herself and the kirin’s bloodied face, forcing him to step aside and, taking advantage of the sudden distraction, yanked her blade free and swung it hard towards his exposed ribcage.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 19:51:30 GMT -6
20 AP and 20 CS to Margaery, Sköll and Amaranthe |
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