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Post by PennthePony on Aug 15, 2019 16:47:45 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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Alya’s voice broke through just after Danaë had rushed to her aid, the noise of jingling bells falling away as the Goddess spoke to her with the gentlest of voices. Selora nodded to the mute girl, showing her understanding of what she said, a small smile carrying onto her own face as the Goddess regarded her mighty guardian with a proud gleam in her starlit eyes. But then, the Goddess’ eyes turned to her, gentle and strangely kind.
YOU HAVE FALTERED BUT NOT FALLEN, SELORA. AND MY SANDS ARE IN YOUR BLOOD. THIS IS YOUR HOME.
Her heart soared. She had once been cast out, but now… Now she knew she must stay, among her former people, and continue on. A new purpose had unfolded for her in the last few months - teaching those who had suffered to understand and use their feelings of anguish, anger, and mourning to create, whether that be painting, pottery, or planting. It was time for her to make a difference — a real difference.
“Thank you, Wind Mother. I will not disappoint you again.”
She is met with an enduring smile from the Goddess, before Her voice echoes through again.
I MUST GO. BUT FIRST, I WILL SEND YOU AWAY FROM THIS… THING.
Selora takes a final moment to gaze at the tower, in awe of her God’s growing power, before she is taken from the scene. Ripped through the space time continuum, Selora clings to her son tightly, who cries out in fear. “Hold tight, baby! Don’t let go!” She calls out to him, the rush of wind in her ears.
And just as suddenly as it had come, it was calm again. She opened her eyes to a new scene, her feathers fluffed up so that she looked to be twice her size. Blood still stained her coat, as well as her son’s. She was a sight to behold, surely.
Turning wildly to bring everything in, she scanned out her feathers, holding close her son shielding him with her body. “BLAIR!! STAY CLOSE!” She ordered the palomino child, seeing the child appear not far from her in the sand, as if she had quite literally been thrown. She spotted a thunderbird close by, accompanied by a child she did not know. Scanning the faces for familiarity, she realized she saw no one that she knew, except for her old friend Eyrin. She called out to him, fear and confusion crumbling her voice, “EYRIN!” Her eyes darted fearfully to the Thunderbird, tightening her wings around the two children. “TH-THUNDERBIRD! Why do you not run?!”
And then a loud thud and a spray of sand distracted her, wielding her head in a flash of curly hair towards the sound and making her forget about the thunderbird standing silently not far off. The awful clamor of bones breaking was unmistakable, followed by her own dreaded scream. “ALCAEUS!” She knew of his blessing, of course, but that knowledge didn’t stop the shooting panic coursing through her adrenaline-filled veins. She knew better than to rush to his side and interfere. His bones would be mended, but still, she worried for him nonetheless. She protected her son from the horrific sight, as he cried out in fear, not understanding what was happening. From all he understood, one moment he was forced from the warmth of his mother’s womb, and the next moment he was flying through the cosmos, sent by a big scary creature with six wings. Big tears fell down his cheeks, and his mother kissed them away. “It’s okay, love, it’s okay… you’re safe. No more tears, my love.”
When she looked back up, Alcaeus was limping his way slowly towards her, a look so mixed of emotion that she couldn’t quite pick out every single one. He called out to her, his voice giving way to the emotions and his own pain. “Selora?”
She moved forward cautiously, eyes still on the thunderbird suspiciously. The colt stayed cowered beneath her, hiding within her feathers, making them visibly tremble. Hushing the child gently, she looked at Alcaeus with a similar mix of emotions on her own face. “Alcaeus—” She moved to close the short distance between them, reaching her head up to embrace him. “A-are you hurt? Are you healing okay? I have herbs!” She also knew the herbs that she carried in her saddlebag wouldn’t help either. Her cat had also crushed them in his retreat back to her saddlebag, she realized as she scrambled to open the saddlebag and found the cat at the bottom amongst ripped up leaves and small cloth bags. He hadn’t seemed to hear her.
“...are you alright?”
She had forgotten she herself was still covered in blood, and in the whirl of everything that had happened, she had nearly forgotten the child who cowered beneath her was his son. She answered him quickly, trying to calm herself for the child’s sake. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” She looked down at the child, unveiling him completely as she tucked her disheveled wing. “Alcaeus… this is your son... Abrahm.” She could not fathom for a moment how she would come to tell him how the child had made it into the world.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 15, 2019 17:12:01 GMT -6
 NoatakFledglingThe ground rumbled and as soon as his hooves hit the ground, he tumbled down. He snorted as he got up on the hooves ready to run, ready to keep moving, he wasn't safe, no one was. But then he watched with horror in his eyes the scene before him. The barrier broke down, the Oasis was open and Noa took a fearful step back.
He looked out into the world around him, and saw the water bandits seem to retreat and move back. He let out a shaky breath as tears fell down his face, unknowingly to him, he cried silently. Though as strangers seemed to blink into existance, and he was reayd to bolt. That was until Alcaeus and the mare seemed to know each other, and Noa watched the scene blinking away tears as his body shook from the adrenaline and fear of what had happened.
Noa yearned for his fathers embrace, wanted to badly to see his sister and be assured all was well. Instead he looked for Zasha, Rook and Pangolin, wanting to make sure they were, okay wanted to apologize for leaving like the coward he was. He looked to the other adults, were they okay too? He felt the tears coming back, as he sniffled trying his best to hold them back, but all he wanted as a warm and to be told everything was okay. It was, wasn't it?
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 15, 2019 18:03:01 GMT -6
Blair || Thief
Blairs face warped into something of mischief. As soon as she saw Ashi, quickly followed by Mordekai coming for her ,she knew the game was on. Her tail sat up excitedly. Her posture more prancy and eagur. And just before Ashitash reached Blair, she bolted. Following around the base of the tower, though taking care to not actually touch it. Not that she believed that it would do anything anyway.
She giggled delightedly. Finally something fun was happening. “I’m gonna touch it!” Blair yelled toyingly. Knowing full well the striped mare would stress over her empty threats. Another giggle fell from her mouth as she bucked. Her blonde wavy-curly forelock danced as she tossed her head in the breeze.
The filly didn’t hear the Goddess. But she felt the warm expression from her, the smile ruffling her fur. Blair sped up. Making sure to keep the distance from Ashi.
There was a flash of blinding light. The filly closed her eyes in order to shield them. She slammed on the breaks. The next thing she felt was herself falling. Her stomach dropped as if feeling a bout of vertigo.
The next thing she felt was being thrown into the sand, skidding a few feet, shoulder first with the same momentum she had gathered from running at almost full speed. The filly rolled over on her back. Hissing light profanitys as she had the wind knocked out of her. “What was that for?!” She spoke before shaking her head, attempting to shake out all the sand. “That wasn’t funny, Aio…” She stopped, opening her eyes to see they weren’t where they last were. Where was the tower? The Rangers, the Serorans, her two other traveling companions. She looked around to at least see the Selora. Though Blair hadn’t said much to them. And had kept well out of the way while she was otherwise occupied, giving birth to her new child and all.
Blair began to get up. Now a little sore from being thrown. Again shaking. She felt something trickle across her lip. Her neon pink teke quickly wiping whatever it was away. It was blood. Her nose bleeding slightly, ensued by her fall.
The Seroran called out to her and she swiftly moved over. Her ears pinned to her neck in slight confusion. The mare wrapped her dark purple wing around the filly. Causing Blair to tense up at the sensation. It was odd to her. Unusual to say the least. But comforting and warm as Selora held her tight.
Quickly she saw another equine dive bomb outta the sky. Visibly wincing as she could hear a heavy thud and crunch of bone. Looking around it seemed they had just got here as the party ended. It seemed a few were visibly distraught and upset. Others angry or relieved.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Aug 15, 2019 22:49:04 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
Rook landed roughly, aching joints screaming and open wounds stinging when the sand met them. Nearby, Zasha helped a shaky Pangolin down to solid ground, just as the bandits retreated beyond where the oasis walls had stood. It had been wise of the wild thunderbird to retreat with them, or at least to submit to Rook's final warning.
As Pangolin ran back to his protector, Zasha bolted to her familiar. He had been bloodied and torn by the battle but was otherwise alright. His suspected broken leg turned out to be only injured from the fall and he hummed to her as she begged for answers to the same question: Are you okay!?
He was alright, and so was she. Everything had ended up okay.
"Noa!" Zasha made her way across the sand to the boy next, wrapping him in an embrace that Rook joined in on by standing above them both. "I'm so happy you're okay! You're safe now! The bandits left! Please don't cry" She hugged him again as relief swelled throughout her tired body.
A low rumble put Zasha back on high alert and she realized the blade was still in her teke. Adrenaline still coursed through her blood but the sensation of it fading was beginning to make her feel awfully tired.
The filly glanced around them, finally having a moment to take in the open sky. A strange monument stood against the horizion, one that hadn't been there before. It shone like sunlight on water and the filly made a mental note to check it out soon.
Not far from where they stood, a once-downed Alcaeus had made his way to a mare the filly hadn't seen before. In fact, Zasha noticed, three new bodies had popped into existence not far from them. A very young foal huddled below the cover of the mare's feathers and a palomino accompanied the two. Had more strangers just appeared? The filly tensed for a moment before watching the embrace between mother, father, and child. No... these horses seemed to be allies.
Rook continued to keep the fledglings under the cover of his upright stance, shielding them from the direct line of the newcomers. Zasha peered around a feathered foreleg, eyes flitting to Nero and the others before glancing in the direction the bandits had run off in. As much as she wanted to chase them down, the timing just didn't seem right. Above her, Rook seemed to agree with a low rumble, eyes turning to the center of the Oasis.
She looked to the new arrivals and fluffed her feathers briefly. Her parents had taught her manners, after all. "Wind beneath your wings," Her voice trembled now, having been spent in the skirmish. "Are you okay?"
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Post by foalish on Aug 15, 2019 23:24:31 GMT -6
Alcaeus
Alcaeus let out a long sigh when Selora met him, softening at the contact. He seemed to relax, but his weight shifting. His whole body seeming to almost melt, in a way. Perhaps in relief, perhaps something else.
He wanted to pull her back when she pulled away to look in her saddlebag; but he held back, his eyes full of so much new emotions, it was hard to do anything but stare.
His breath hitched as he took in the whole scene of his partner - his eyes unable to look anywhere but at her and the child between her legs. ”I’m fine,” he said almost dismissively, ”few hours and I’ll be as good as new.” Well, he’d still have to visit a Saviour just to be sure everything healed correctly, and the pain in the moment wasn’t kind - although almost all of his left half was numb at this point, but that was at the very back of his mind at the moment.
When she replied of her own state - he seemed to relax a second time; so much that it almost looked like he was ready to fall over. But there was still so much whirling through his head - that only made his stomach twist with the storm of emotions he was feeling, especially at the confirmation from Selora.
He heard his own own breath hitch in his throat, and he had to bite down his tongue from immediately wanting to ask if she was alright again. For the birth had been early, and she’d been traveling, and that was a start of emotions he didn’t even know to unpack, especially at the sight of seeing his child for the first time.
He lowered his head slowly as Selora introduced Abraham, Alcaeus’ expression already pushing aside every other emotion but softness and complete devotion and love,
He brushed against Selora’s neck as he had to lean down to get a proper look at Abraham, who was settled between Selora’s legs. With their height difference, it was straining to keep himself at the awkward angle, but that didn’t seem to stop him, giving the foal a soft look, and an almost even softer, ”hello, Abraham.”
He stayed still for a second, not moving, just the light in his eyes dancing, before he pulled his head slowly back - just enough to rest his forehead against Selora’s shoulder, letting out a soft breath and relaxing against her.
There was a lot on his mind - so much to say, he didn’t even know where to start. Especially with every single question he had. But considering everything that had happened in such a short time, he wasn’t sure if he had any of the energy to deal with it right now, especially the effort his blessing was taking on healing his body.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 16, 2019 9:02:20 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post Ten
Seble was ready to face off against the unicorn, but things seemed go a bit differently than she had been expecting. One moment, she was flitting about, teeth bared, ready to bite herself some water bandit, and next the world around them was breaking into a million pieces. Seble gasped, both in shock and fear, eyes wide under feathered purple lashes as she watched the barrier literally break apart, shattered by some unknown source. Alya? Could it be? Would it be? She wasn't sure exactly what the Goddess had to do with the barrier breaking, but what place was it of hers to question the Gods?
A moment later, the water bandits fled, and were suddenly replaced by new horses, a mare that Seble vaguely recognized as the mare called Selora, and two foals she couldn't place a name or face to. Clearly, some of these horses knew the mare better than she, for they greeted the newcomers warmly. Seble was still on high alert, but she folded her wings down to her back, cleared her throat, and dipped her head to the new horses, attempting to be polite as she possibly could in the situation.
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 16, 2019 9:44:08 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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Drawing her wings closer to her body, she dropped her head to nudge the foal towards his father. “Abrahm, this is your father. He’s safe, it’s okay, my love.” The child tucked his curly tail, ears flat against his neck, and knees buckling as he took a step to close the distance between father and son. Momentarily, their muzzles met, Abraham’s blood red eyes opening wide as a new smile spread across his face. Squealing with delight, he bounced around his father’s legs, and then underneath his mother, and back around, his wings spread as far as they could go.
He stopped just short of bumping into Alcaeus’ chest, craning his neck to look up at the tall Pegasus. “Da-da?” The word almost sounded foreign on his virgin tongue. Selora nodded to the newborn, smiling warmly from Alcaeus to her son. “Yes, Dada, Abrahm.” She hadn’t realized how exhausted she was until now, the adrenaline of teleporting fading away. Selora stood tall only to allow her partner to lean his own battered frame on her. She spoke quietly, nuzzling Alcaeus’ shoulder gently, “Well… do you want to tell me what happened?” She glanced to the opening of the Oasis, noticing the wall was gone. “Why in Hireath the border is gone?” She had noticed not only him was bloody and battered. Outside of herself, others sported minor injuries, including the children. A child had since walked up to the little family, the same one who had stood so near to the giant horse-eating bird. She smiled at his manners, someone so young who seemed as though he had no parents — and if he did, where were they?
“Wind beneath your wings, as well as your bird’s. We are okay, thank you. It seems you have been through a lot today, would you wish to come home with us? Eat some hot food? Your bird can come with us, of course. They are your familiar, aren’t they?”
She looked to Alcaeus, expectant to return to their camp after everything that had happened. Everyone needed rest and healing - and both mother and father needed a Savior sooner rather than later. “We have the room, don’t we? If not, we can certainly make room.” She looked to the others, recognizing little Noatak among them — the ex-Sultans child. “Noatak! Come now, you must rest!” By the tears on his cheeks, she could tell he had gone through something difficult. “Do you remember me?” She held out a wing, offering him her comfort and motherly embrace.
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Post by seechem on Aug 16, 2019 13:21:29 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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The saviour snapped to attention at the sound of water, ignoring the smarting in his shoulder. The world dropped away around him, and his addled mind could only focus on the barrier as it shivered and fractured. A gap appeared and then tendrils crackled upwards, like glass shattering, until the barrier fell apart noiselessly. Sparks of energy rained down like fireworks for a second before dissolving into nothing. Nothing remained between the Oasis and the surrounding desert, and Nero's heart thundered in his chest.
"How-" his voice sounded as cracked as the barrier had been as he took in the expanse, his mind reeling as it tried to comprehend the sudden vastness.
Nero hardly noticed the movement around him until the unicorn spoke and brought him crashing back to the present, and to the feeling of his own body sapping his energy.
"Farewell for now." It was that last part...for now...that stuck in Nero's head. They knew the barrier was gone; they knew the Oasis was vulnerable. But they weren't going for Noatak, they were heading to the outside. Nero watched the stallion he had rammed, along with the others, start to retreat and his whole body shot alive again, painfully. A few tears burned in his eyes as he fought to stay upright, to reason with what was going on.
A sudden crackle in the air had Nero groaning with frustration and depletion, only to realise three other horses had appeared; two mares and a newborn. How?! His mind screamed into him. Alcaeus hurtled down to the earth, making an audible crunch on impact and once again, his attention was thrust away from the retreating Water Bandits. But the stallion got up and attended to the mare and foal. He seemed to be healing. Fine. Nero readjusted again, his hoofs scuffling where he stood as he kept adjusting his balance.
He could see Noatak a little ways off, the child looked broken and was sobbing. The saviour's heart yearned, and he took a few steps toward the foal. That child, who had suffered so much, and whom they had all fought to protect...But Zasha and Rook were there, embracing the vulnerable youngster, and the roan stopped and watched with a tired smile. The two groups, began to drift together and talk. Nero couldn't quite hear them over the drumming of his own blood in his ears. Nonetheless, he walked slowly towards them, even though his muscles burned.
The mare with the foal called out to Noatak, and Nero tensed, only to catch the kindness in her words and try desperately to relax. Seble had trotted over to the group though, like Nero, she still seemed tense and on edge.
"Is everyone alright?" He asked quietly as he reached them casting a particular eye to Noatak; then the mare, foal and Alcaeus. "Let's all stay together, I don't know if they'll circle back or-" He was still on high alert, despite himself, and kept looking back towards the retreating band, unsure whether or not to pursue them and prevent them from leaving. "The barrier is gone." He sighed, looking up to where it had once been, "And they know it."
The saviour had to fight to keep fear off his face. Everyone seemed so calm, maybe it was the presence of such a young life, but Nero's nerves grated as his heart sang that he needed to act, to do something.
Even as the saviour swayed on his hooves he felt himself tense, and his body go rigid as a mixture of frustration and tiredness inspired his words, "As touching as this is," he grumbled, noticing where the others were focusing, his own legs starting to shake like the newborn, "we have a bigger concern. Those bandits," he almost spat the distinction, "are leaving with the knowledge that the Oasis is now defenceless." Nero once again corrected his footing. 'The bandits!' His mind sang, 'What do we do about them? Do we let them leave?' "If everyone is injured, and depleted, or there are too few of us to pursue them, then we should retreat to the Oasis to warn the rest of the herd." he looked at the youngsters, and the injured of the group, then to Seble, and the other mare who had arrived who both seemed unharmed along with Eyrin. "Or some of us can try to prevent them from leaving," He indicated towards the retreating band with an ear, "it's up to us, because no one of us can stop them all." He knew what his body needed, but what his conscience demanded was wearing on him more. Nero knew he was past the point of caring about manners, and was instead feeling the full brunt of his fight or flight response. He just needed everyone to agree so that they could move towards home, or towards another skirmish. Whatever was decided, Nero knew he could make himself dig deeper if necessary.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 17, 2019 14:35:20 GMT -6
Arizona, trembles but follows their leader’s instruction. She calls her charge off, even as it weakens her. But her sibling is there, ribs hurting, but still picking their sister up in hasty retreat. Quick calling off the earth prevented collapsing lungs, but not bruising. Atacama doesn’t know if their ribs are cracked or sublocated, either way it hurts. “Glad to be out of here,” they mutter, adrenaline granting the strenght to carry them both out of there. It will leave their body eventually and then the pain will kick in full charge. Atacama wished to be gone before that.
Arizona trembles, exhausted. She really overdid herself this time. She doesn’t need to walk, well run, that is something, instead concentrating on the angry creature behind them. Her sibling wasn’t to motivated on kidnapping children so there’s no tears lost on their end, but Arizona herself is bitter. She craved retribution, revenge of some sorts, heart still aching. She fueled that deep hatred and willed the large creature under her control to follow one last demand. Land and block the passage. She felt it’s own energy waning, wounds getting the better of it. Perhaps she should have left it a bit more control, her lack of insight in arial battle had clearly gotten the better of it. At least it wouldn’t be able to track them very long.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 17, 2019 14:55:13 GMT -6
Eyrin | Saviour
Eyrin’s nerves were frazzled, never having been much of a fighter. Being held at knife point wasn’t doing him any kindness, seeing Noatak fall neither. He was considering going forwards anyway. It would hurt, but his healing should make him survive the wound. As he made to step forward however, these thoughts proved to be unnecessary, bandits backing off at the breaking of the barrier. Eyrin looked around with worry. No, it couldn’t be. Their protection. Gone.
A bad feeling settled in his stomach, moving towards the children when suddenly newcomers poofed into their middle. Wired as he was he was ready to go hoof to hoof with them until he recognised Selora. He looked around bewildered. Was this teleportation? “What is going on?”
He hurried towards Pangolin, who Zasha had helped down, hugging her close. His eyes teared up, heart beating wildly. They were okay, they were okay. His teke brushed out for Zasha, softly, carefully. “You were so brave,” he whispers, “thank you.” Giving her a greatful smile. She reminded him to be brave. He looks at Noatak, the foal sniffling. “Let’s get you all home, away from here. I’ll make you all tea.”
His attention shifts to his grown-up companions. “Is anyone hurt?” Nero brings up a good point, but Eyrin feels himself shaking his head. “We barely made it as is and we need to get the kids out of here. Let them sent the furies after them.” There was bravery and there was foolishness.
He looked at Selora, eyes now falling on the newborn by her side. They look young, very young. He checks up on her specifically. The birth looks recent and he can’t loose another mother. “Selora, are you alright?” He peers at the child, already running the checklist in his mind. Breathing, activity. They should check if they can stand up. Pangolin is glued to his side, still trembling. Eyrin nuzzles their head. “It’s gonna be okay.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 17, 2019 16:47:00 GMT -6
NoatakFledgling Eyes watched as Zasha and Rook landed. He looked Pangolin rushes to Eyrin, and Noa watched as Zasha came towards him, so caring and he felt like such a coward. "I'm so sorry!" he told her as she embraced him in a hug that seemed to melt his fears away if only for a moment. "I didn't mean to get you all hurt. Im sorry Rook." he looked to the thunderbird so sadly as he saw their wounds and his heart ached. Such an empathetic one he was. "Im okay, are you okay? Will Rook be okay?" he looked to them both, as Zasha pulled out form the embrace. Tears spilled from his eyes, though he was unsure of why, it seemed like was all okay, but his little heart continued to beat rapidly. Mind trying to catch up to the world around them.
Noa took in a shaky breath and was thankful as everyone seemed to be coming closer together. He felt better with their numbers. He looked to Nero, and felt a frown tug on his face, Nero looked so tired and exhausted... "I.." he wanted to apologize for things he wasn't sure of, but it had felt like he needed to. Maybe another time he thought as his ears flicker back. Noa looked to their group and bit his lower lip. "Thank you..." he spoke. He wanted to give a speak like his dad has done. But thank you was all he could muster.
Ears flicked upwards recognizing a voice he had not heard in a long while. "Selora?" he asked tilting his head, offering a weak and trembling smile. "Are you all okay?" he spoke softly as he remained close to Rook and the other adults. Eyrin spoke of going home, well closer to somewhere safe, somewhere that was not here. Yet as they spoke of getting others to track down the bandits, he felt himself shrink back a bit. He just wanted to go home with everyone. He wanted to be somewhere safe, but as the barrier is broken, he wondered how long their safety would last.
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Post by foalish on Aug 17, 2019 17:39:28 GMT -6
Alcaeus
Alcaeus pulled back slightly, smile growing as Abraham was properly introduced by Selora; he felt his own heart soar as the foal touched his muzzle, then proceeded to dance around happily. He couldn’t help but chuckle - that perhaps made his ribs sting more than eh cared to admin. But he didn’t let the pain show, keeping the smile on his lips. He’d say more and ask questions when they were alone - and after they all saw a healer. But until then, he could wear his smile and look fondly at both.
He blinked back into reality at Selora’s question, he only took half a second before he responded, his tone quiet, ”a group of bandits were trying to kidnap Noa.” His gaze briefly turned to the older kid, before back to the two; he wasn’t even sure where to start, for the rest. ”And yeah - the border...just disappeared a few minutes ago.” He spoke with a bit of distance in his voice - like he was finally registering that fact, after everything else.
At Selora’s last question with space, he only nodded, not bothering to say anything more.
His gaze turned back to Abraham, for a moment, until Nero’s voice caught his attention again.
He turned his head towards the other horse, voice a bit louder and more sure. ”A few of us have to go back to our camps,” for obvious reasons, ”we’ll watch the foals and make sure they make it home alright, if a few of you decide to pursue the Bandits.” He was in no condition himself to try anything more - and with the final events thrown at him, he was wouldn’t even have tried in the first place.
He let his gaze turn back to the group, his eyes watching what others around him were doing; but his fond gaze was overwhelmingly resting on Abraham and Selora, with all the questions he now had in his head.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 17, 2019 21:13:13 GMT -6
Seble || The Folk || Post Eleven
Seble didn't pay much attention to the horses swirling about; she was staring off in the distance in the direction into which the Water Bandits had disappeared. It was her initial reaction to want to chase after them, but the group was bruised, bloody, and overall shaken. Not to mention, Rook was badly injured, and might need the assistance of the herd's healing types in order to keep himself in one piece. The chimera mare herself was tired, though not injured. Her wings ached with the strain of using them to flight about at high speed, and she didn't relish the idea of chasing after the bandits today.
"I think we'd be better off if we didn't split up," the chimera mare piped up, looking around at the group that surrounded her. "The strong of us can protect the weak and injured in case we run into trouble on our way back," she reasoned. "And the bandits will be there, unfortunately, on another day," she said, glancing in the direction that the bandits had disappeared into. "We will be able to challenge them when we're better prepared."
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 17, 2019 21:48:34 GMT -6
Blair || Thief Blair felt caution wave over her. She didn’t know these horses and didn’t care if they were friendly with Selora. The filly barely knew her too. She had just met her. Her ears pinned. The neon-pink teke grasped lightly around the mares wings. Pushing it off of her. Blair’s ears pinned back. Keeping her gaze away from everyone else. Both da-jah-vu and fear washed over the filly. It was like the vindicators all over again. If they knew her past. Her afflictions and desires to go back to Valore, they would not want anything to do with her. The other Vindicator kids wanted nothing to do with the filly because she was an outsider, she didn’t have the same calling as they did and they outed her for that. She decided to keep to her story. A born-slave. Escaped a few years prior. Her attention went to Zasha as they approached, greeting their fellow Serorans and her. Blair stared in surprise, not sure how to respond. The filly bowed her head, though disregarded their question. She stood off awkwardly to the side. Watching everyone else around. Her head turned to the large thunderbird that followed the little filly. Watching it curiously. She wiped her nose again. Getting the last of the blood that trickled from her nostril. Though it smeared across her face. Blair tiredly breathed, thankful to hear they would be able to get some rest soon. Alcaeus began speaking again. Accounting what had just happened with their group. Her ears swung in his direction as they talked about chasing the trouble makers that had caused so much bother. “I’m down for that” The filly smiled ambitiously. Her now Aodhian accent apparent. She wouldn’t mind ruffling some coats. Or atleast being some sort of distraction while the others dealt with them in the herds way of things. Which Blair wasn’t sure how they did so. For most Thieves there was very little killing. Maybe a little rough-housing but that was about it.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Aug 17, 2019 22:37:40 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
Zasha wanted nothing more than to wipe the tears from Noatak's eyes. Instead, she found herself crying too. Big, round, watery tears streamed down her cheeks where the corners of her mouth were raised in a grin of relief. She was happy, giddy with the final rush of adrenaline through her blood. The danger was fading into the horizon and Noa was still here with her.
"We're okay, I promise" She told him with a sniffle. Above them, Rook rumbled in response, making the same promise to the boy.
Skin and joints could heal, they had before and they would again. The large avian eyed Nero with a softening stare, humming in a way that probably sounded like a purr. It was clear that the roan had truly done everything in his power to protect them. The thunderbird's eyes fell over the rest of the small group, thankful for them all. Perhaps Zasha needed to spend time with her own kind more. She could learn from them, after all. He shook out his feathers, resettling them across his back and legs. It was time for a nap.
From under his shadow, Zasha leaned into her familiar's soft feathers. Fatigue tugged at her now more than ever. It had been one heck of a day. She glanced down and plucked an orange mallow flower, offering it to Selora with a weak smile.
"Your baby is very cute. I'm Zasha and this is Rook. Where did you come from?" The filly replied gently, not yet sure on whether or not to accept a stranger's invitation.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 17, 2019 23:45:11 GMT -6
rynn
vagabond bard
Rynn soothing Rynn who had not spared but a move in regards to pursuit. It wasn't that her companions had it handled, but more so the fact that she herself was ineptly prepared for the altercation. She herself was not one for selflessness. Though the children's lives are important, and ought to be preserved, she comes first, and so she had hung back calmly and cautiously. If things had grown worse, and she had seen an opening, perhaps she would have engaged, but that time passed and she saw no need for involvement. And now, as everyone regroups, she does not bear any regret, even as her eyes rove over their tired faces. "If we follow them now, they slaughter us. Then not only do they get to share the status of the Oasis, but we do not get to warn the furies that the bandits know." She falls quiet. If any of them have anything to say to her about her disinvolvement, she will deflect. It is easy, their opinions are mere glancing blows to someone as amorphous and unrooted as she. "Then Serora does not have a chance to prepare for their attacks. At least this way, returning, we'll be able to give them ample warning."
She falls silent and turns, facing the direction from whence they'd come. "You need to nurse your wounds, rest your wearied bodies. We cannot pursue."
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 18, 2019 1:39:39 GMT -6
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