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Post by Warped-Desire on Aug 13, 2019 3:44:37 GMT -6
Calleigh's chest heaved from the effort of saving her Warlord, deep breaths casting clouds upwards as she surveyed the scene before her. Most of the other horses not in battle had scattered to safety, those who were scared keeping as far from the undead mammoth as possible. The mare watched as Faelan angered the beast and she couldn't help but smile. That seemed like something she would do, shaking herself in front of the brunt of danger... She did it often with her cows, this situation was really any different from facing down a bear or a pack of wolves She shook herself, half rearing before charging back into the fray. She whizzed past a fleeing donkey and came up in Faelans outside shoulder, the one on the opposite side of the mammoth. Keeping her pace level with him she smirked, "Hey spots! Steer it towards the treeline. That big tree over there will stop in dead! You keep it on you. I'll push it left got it?!", before he could really protest she slowed a bit, putting herself between him and the mammother this time. She lowered her neck before leaping sideways, slamming her entire weight into the mammoth. "Come on big boy. Your rampage is over!"
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Post by Waterdrup on Aug 14, 2019 4:47:38 GMT -6
Gwen | Farmer
Gradually the crowd dispersed as they left the central square behind them. Gwen noticed that Wintera started to slow, finding them some room to catch their breaths. They had probably made a safe distance now. The white mare used the moment to look around for her family ones more, but she didn’t see her father or brother anywhere near. The kirin besides her came to such a sudden halt that Gwen snapped her head back to watch her face, meeting the lavender eyes that were wide with worry. Gwen only managed to catch some of the quick words.
“…that mare, get her away. Something’s not right.”
And then the antlered horse sprinted away. Gwen stood frozen and confused as she watched Wintera turn and run towards the fight. By Kaia, was she going BACK?! The shy and cowardly mare took one step after the kirin, unsure on what she should do. It seemed crazy to follow, but she didn’t want to be left by herself either. She hopped from one hoof to the other as she hesitated and while she watched, she finally saw Wintera’s goal. A lone unicorn was moving slowly alongside a ridge of earth. Gwen gasped as she recognized the look of cloudy eyes, she was blind.
Finally, the white mare dashed forward. Though she knew a certain blind cabbage queen that needed little assistance, this paint mare could really use some help to get away. Gwen trotted up to them, taking Serafine’s other side, as to sandwich her. "Hello, I’m Gwen. We've got you." She said quickly, making her presence known to the blind mare. Then she looked at Wintera again for guidance. “We should run back to safety, right?” She asked, her voice trembling with fear.
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Post by tarriedsea on Aug 16, 2019 12:00:05 GMT -6
 Out the corner of his eye, he spotted the young mare that fell in front of Hira barking orders at Faelan. Lark's rage exploded. An untrained farmer had no right bossing around Lark's soldiers. She was headed toward a sure death. "You! Get! Go!" he roared at her, still attempting to swing at the mammoth's chest and belly. He lunged over and pushed her out of the way by the shoulder as the mammoth took another swing of its tusks. He leapt back and jabbed the beast in the throat, with only decayed tissue coloring his sword. He started to tire, the large swings and strides required of him taking their toll quickly. If Hira could depress the earth under its feet into a shallow hole, they'd be able to trap it. But she was too far away to hear him, and the din of screams and thundering footfalls snuffed any words that came from his mouth. "Your War Lord asked for a necromancer!" he bellowed at the remnants of the crowd, most of whom were skittering away. Even stallions. They disgusted Lark. They had the bravery of children, bold enough to challenge their leader in speech but fleeing like sheep when an actual threat appeared. |
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Post by Dream-Lark on Aug 17, 2019 15:11:47 GMT -6
 Wintera;War Forged|Outcast
“You’re welcome, dear. And...it was a cart, yes,” Wintera replied, worry in her voice as she placed her shoulder against the other’s. She was grateful when the white mare reappeared, having followed her after all, and took up the blind one’s other side so they could guide her more effectively.
“We should, but…” the kirin’s voice was clearly torn, as the bellow of a stallion rang through the air around them, clearly carrying and just as clearly quite angry.
“A necromancer…?” Wintera murmured, pale purple hued eyes turning toward the scattered crowd even as they trotted away from the mammoth's path of carnage. “But how do you even find a necromancer? Everyone is just running and it’s not like they look any different,” the mare huffed, torn between questioning everyone she saw in case they hadn’t heard the stallion, and the desire to just keep moving and make sure the other two made it to safety.
It wasn’t like she could do much herself. She hadn’t been graced with a blessing by Ignacio in her previous life, nor had she now by Him or Kaia either.
But if that stallion thought a necromancer could really help stop this frightful situation...
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Post by tarriedsea on Aug 17, 2019 20:28:27 GMT -6
Unless he was outnumbered, Lark never liked to retreat from a fight. It groaned on his conscience to fall back and let someone else get away. Images of Gregoria flashed across his mind. Garok. His own father, slain. Ire boiled under his skin. But with every parry and thrust, the mammoth's rage only grew and its physical form showed no sign of injury. Lark panted, waiting for a heroic necromancer to burst from the crowd and save them all. He suddenly realized he'd be waiting a long time. At that moment, the beast's foreleg brushed Lark's flank. Lark didn't have time to channel his blessing, and he slammed into the ground. One of its tarsal bones sliced Lark across the hip and bright red immediately started to pool on his dark coat. They didn't stand a chance. " Retreat!" he barked, more of a suggestion than an order. He heaved himself from the ground. Hira was the one with actual authority to end a conflict, not him. But it wasn't worth losing everyone's lives trying to kill the undead. |
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 23, 2019 13:56:31 GMT -6
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