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Post by seechem on Aug 18, 2019 15:42:10 GMT -6
Returning to ParadiseA Continuation of Serora 802: Trouble In Paradise ~~~ 'Our intrepid band have survived an attack, and attempted kidnapping, by a brigade of Water Bandits. Having escaped, they have been joined by friends, through strange and mysterious means. Injured, tired and weakened, the group decides to remain together and seek assistance for themselves, and for their herd.'
Participants: [TBD] Alcaeus, Noatak, Eyrin, Zasha, Selora, Fable, Blair and Nero
Date: October 1st
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Clear skies and pleasantly warm
Location: The Oasis, near the barrier
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Post by seechem on Aug 19, 2019 14:59:29 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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A tension along Nero's back slackened as he heard them all voice their concerns. They were injured, weakened and in need of aid. The roan let his head sink a little as his ears flicked between their conversations. The concusses seemed to suggest that it would be best to return to the Oasis and alert the fighting forces there, which Nero agreed with. Despite the heat of the day, a certain chill seemed to have settled over everyone as they began to process exactly what had happened.
The saviour's ears flicked back as he heard the soft, purring hum of the Thunderbird, Rook, and he took in the blood and feathers. Too much blood had been spilt but- he looked back at them all, at Noatak who was safe, and the newborn beside Alcaeus and the dark mare, it all seemed worth it now.
Sluggishly, he nodded, "We should stay together and try to make our way back to safety. There are a few of us capable of administering some aid, and some fresh supplies," he almost laughed at the irony of it. Sent out to gather supplies only to be forced to use them so soon, "But I think we should leave them be. They are not worth further risk." The last bit he regretted. Those bandits had cost them dearly, and he felt they should not be allowed to get away with it. All the more reason, he mused, that they return to the Oasis to alert the right horses.
A heartbeat later he realised Zasha had introduced herself to the strangers, and Nero shook his head, hastily adding, "I am Nero, by the way." His voice grew a little more timid, "A saviour all too happy to offer his services to those who need them." He looked between each of them carefully, lingering on the four children, especially Noa and the baby, with a calm smile, "Does anyone need any particular assistance?"
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Aug 19, 2019 19:52:49 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
The filly had removed herself from the middle of the group at last. She and Rook stood along its fringes, taking a moment to catch their bearings after recent events. The filly trembled from a cold that wasn't there. Rook had always told her that not all horses are safe and this had truly proven it. Whatever grown-up reasons they had, they were willing to risk their lives to take Noatak away. She pondered what they could have wanted him for and Rook rumbled on about material wealth and monetary gain... whatever that meant.
One thing was for certain, she needed to ready herself if she was to be a fury. The filly had heard of a retired skirmisher that trained hopeful cadets and now more than ever, she considered seeking Shae's mentoring. Maybe if she had been more skilled in the art of combat, she could have prevented Rook from becoming so injured.
Rook, her best friend and faithful protector. The thunderbird shielded her from the sun, even now. He was tired, that was easy to see. Exhaustion was rolling from him with every breath, but the filly knew it was only fatigue. Most of his cuts had stopped bleeding and only the deeper gash across his chest still quietly leaked crimson. The marks across his face would make way form more scars and the feathers he had lost would regrow in no time. He had promised that he would be alright.
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It wasn't a lie.
The thunderbird shifted his weight and drew in a ragged breath. Though the wound on his chest screamed, he knew it wasn't deep enough to worry over. These gashes were injuries he had suffered before, when he and his feral flock had escaped and lived as wild birds. Those had been the days before Zasha. He and his fellows had smote many enemies, expanded their territory in ways wild thunderbirds would never have dreamed of. They lacked the upliftment. But being uplifted also gave way to cockiness, which had eventually been their downfall when the Aodhians attacked. Now those wounds had been serious.
----- Zasha glanced up at Rook as another drop of blood fell into the sand nearby. She needed to stop the bleeding.
Taking Nero up on his offer, the filly raised her voice to carry in his direction clearly. "May I get a poultice and some bandages? Rook is bleeding."
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 21, 2019 9:01:14 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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The decision had been made, it seemed, and Selora sighed heavily with relief, still, as she always would, trying to conceal her exhaustion. She had just birthed a behemoth of a child, her knees were beginning to tremble, begging for her weight to be lifted from them. Her body screamed at her, her muscles rippling with the memory of the birth. The adrenaline had washed away along with the threat of the bandits — all that was left now was a dull throb that seemed to be spreading. “We should start heading back. The bandits already know the Oasis is unprotected now, or so we shall let them think. They aren’t aware of skirmishers or our other soldiers, running after them will only beg their curiosity more.” Her voice was obviously weak now, she swayed slightly when her newborn son bumped into her to suckle. Allowing him to feed, the roan mare looked up at her mate, weariness evident in her eyes now. “We should rest, Abrahm will need sleep and I want a saviour to check over him as soon as possible.” She knew he would mention her own health, Selora spoke up before a comment could be made, “I will be fine for now, I could use a bath,” Lifting a wing, she revealed the crusting blood on her sides and coating her back legs. “But I am fine otherwise.”
Averting her attention to Noatak, she noticed the tears on his cheeks. She spoke up when Nero questioned everyone else’s needs, after the little one with the thunderbird had finished speaking, “Alcaeus needs attention. His blessing is doing most of the work, but the bones need to be set before they heal all of the way.” Abrahm has stopped suckling, moving to explore a little around his father.
She moved towards Noatak while she had the chance, extending a wing to him as she closed the short distance. Wiping his tears away, the mother of five looked at him compassionately, her lips forming a small, warm smile. “Noatak, do you have anywhere to go? You can come with us, it is safe. And I am sure my children would love a new playmate… how does that sound?” She tried to offer comfort to the poor child, tried to offer warmth and a motherly embrace. Leaving him to process everything that had happened all by himself made her heart wrench. “You’re safe with us, little one.”
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Post by foalish on Aug 21, 2019 20:39:47 GMT -6
Alcaeus
Alcaeus’ wings dropped and he looked ready to fall over, but as others spoke up, he lifted his head and turned his head to look at each one; there seemed to be a lot of life in his eyes, who were swimming with emotion, despite his physical state. He nodded towards them. ”Are think any of us are in are shape to stop them? I don’t think we should risk it. They’re bound to find out some time or another that the oasis is open. We need more time to make sure everyone is safe and sound instead of worry about them.” His gaze rested towards Abraham and Selora for the last of his sentence; his gaze didn’t seem quite able to leave them, either, even as his attention did turn to listen to what others had to say.
Alcaeus blinked in surprise for half a second as Selora spoke for him, but he only nodded, ”my side is fully numb, I don’t feel any pain, I’ll be fine and as good in an hour, don’t worry about me - but yes, once others have been taken care of, may you double check everything is in place?” There was a slight strain in his voice, as if he hated to be asking so much - as if he had a choice in the matter.
Alcaeus fell quiet after that for a second, watching his son wander close to him. He couldn’t help himself, reaching over with a wing to gently pull the foal closer to him for a second - half protectively, half fondly - before he gently leaned down and nuzzled his cheek. After a moment e let his wing lay loose, in case the foal wanted to move. Then he turned his gaze towards Noa, eyes narrowed, tone especially soft, ”you are, and more than welcome to stay, until you feel comfortable or longer. If you’d like, we won’t mind.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 22, 2019 17:11:08 GMT -6
 NoatakFledgling
Long legs seemed to trott a bit on the outside of the group, his head hung low as he seemed lost within his own mind. He wondered how his own father would say about this? Would he be stuck inside, or would his father just assume this was the natural order of things in Serora and not bat much of an eye. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he let the adults talk, knowing he really didnt have much say, didn't have anything to help.
Yet the burden of it all still seemed to linger, he looked out to them, all tired and exhausted, wondered and bleeding. Was it all worth it? If they had taken him, maybe they wouldn't have known about the Oasis, and that would all buy them time? He bit on his lower lip, and looked as Zasha seemed to trot over to Nero and ask for some stuff to help with Rook. He was quick to look at the thunderbird, with an apologetic look. Taking in another deep breath, he tried to imagine what others would do. They would own up to what was done, make amends and Noa eyed each adult, taking them in for account. He'd have to do something for each one. It'd have to make up for it all right?
Hearing his name he was taken back a bit, ears flickered to his skull as he looked nervously to Selora as she spoke if he didn't have somewhere to go, she could stay with them all. Even Alcaeus agreed that he could stay with them for what was needed. "Uhm well." he felt nervous, he looked to the small family, Alcaeus just met his own child, and he felt like he would be stepping into a moment that was not his own. "Uhm maybe, I should probably find my dad at some point..." he spoke, but how does he explain a father that is too lost in his own thoughts to notice much of what was going on. Even Hannani was out doing her own thing, at times when Noa couldn't watch over her. "But I can stay around until then?" he somewhat asked, feeling uneasy as he looked to his hooves trotting along on the outside.
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Post by seechem on Aug 23, 2019 6:28:03 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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Zasha voice caught Nero's ear and the Saviour looked between her and her familiar. "Of course." Nero opened his pack, and managed to find some clean bandages, which he handed to Zasha, before rifling through some tinctures and herb bags. The bleeding would need yarrow to calm it, and fortunately there were a few small bags of it. "I will give you two of these," The saviour passed two sachets of yellow powder to the child, "and will grind some more if you need some." He then grabbed a herbal poultice of turmeric, ginger, onion, garlic and coconut, which he retied again to another of the same. "And these two poultices should ease Rook's pain. Now," The saviour closed his satchel and indicated the yellow powder "to use the yarrow you will need to sprinkle it on the wound and try and get Rook to elevate the injury, or lay on his back if he cannot. That should stem the flow of the blood." He gave her a reassuring smile, "If you need any help, do not hesitate to ask. You were both very brave, and you should be proud of yourself."
The others were discussing their ailments and the next plans of action, and Nero dismissed Zasha with a gentle nudge to her shoulder with his muzzle. The dark mare, Selora it seemed, was worried for Alcaeus. And rightly so, Nero had heard his impact in the sand and was surprised he was even able to stand.
"I can take a look," Nero offered quietly, finding that his legs weighed like lead. But Alcaeus seemed to dismiss it until the others were seen to, reassuring them all that his side was numb. "Very well," Nero looked to Eyrin and approached the mare and newborn instead, "If I may, I can check over yourself and your son, Miss. You look tired." He offered, as kindly as he could. He began to rifle through his bag again, looking for clean cloths and some alcohol to sterilise and clean any injuries, even as his eyes seemed to glaze a little. As he did so, he overheard the conversation directed to Noatak, and looked at the child carefully, almost protectively. That child had dealt with so much today, and it was kind for the mare and Alcaeus to suggest they watch over Noatak until he returned to his father.
"You aren't hurt, are you Noa?" Nero asked softly as he approached Selora with the cloths and herbs. "Do let me know, little one. Perhaps you can help me with this, and try to calm your nerves." He could see the child was still bothered by what the bandits had said, and so Nero offered a cloth to him as he started to look over the new mother.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Aug 23, 2019 11:17:58 GMT -6
Zasha & Rook Serora Fledgling & Quetzalcoatl Familiar
Zasha's eyes widened when Nero began handing her the small bags of poultice and herbal remedies. She took held them gingerly in her teke and cocked her head, asking the experienced savior what each was for and why she should use them.
The filly listened intently when Nero explained the use of each, even repeating certain words and phrases back to him at times. It was important for her to remember how to heal and what to use. She doubted Rook would want to stay in the Oasis for long after he healed enough, her familiar clearly didn't feel the place was safe for her anymore. Maybe it was time to revisit Osulas?
Behind her, Rook eyed the bandages wearily, knowing the roan pinto stallion was helping to heal his wounds by giving the tools to Zasha. He offered Nero an appreciative dip of his long head, rumbling a grateful sigh despite hardly wanting to accept help from a stranger.
"You were both very brave, and you should be proud of yourself."
Nero's words cause a surge of pride to ripple through the filly's bones. She offered a smile and thanks him for the supplied and quick healing lesson before heading over to Rook to put what she learned to good use.
Zasha applied the poultices gingerly, teke drawing away any time Rook flinched or whined. He tried his best not to show his pain and the bandages were wrapped around him soon enough. Just as Nero had promised, the pain was beginning to subside; a soothing numbness replacing the sting of broken skin. The thunderbird argued against laying on his back but gave in to Zasha's persuasive pleading - he would lie down when they got farther into the Oasis.
Anything for her.
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 27, 2019 11:12:44 GMT -6
SELORA
its complicated
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Nero has insisted he look her and little Abrahm over, so instead of refusing, Selora lifted her wings to allow him to work. “I have no pain outside of soreness from the birth. Few days rest and I’ll be good as new.” She, of course, hadn’t noticed the few cuts she had on her hindquarters and back legs where she had accidentally kicked herself. The blood from those wounds had slowed to a steady seeping, mixing in with the dried blood from the afterbirth. When cloth and alcohol was pressed to the wounds unbeknownst to her, she flinched back, clenching her teeth. “Okay, perhaps I did not notice those.”
Trying her absolute best to stay still as he flushed the wounds, dressing the cuts on her legs with a simple cloth wrap, she looked to her son — who now had his nose buried in a nearby fern, watching some critter rather intently. Feeling a rustling at her side, Jerusalem burst from the saddlebag, herbal leaves flying in his haste, jumping into action. Quickly he led the child away from the fern, hissing at whatever it was he was intrigued by. A quick swipe of sharp claws killed whatever it had been, with Abrahm squealing with delight at the show. Bouncing around the cat with wings flared and tail feathers whipping about, the child suddenly dropped to his knees, head dropping face-first against the sand.
Snapping her head over, Selora moved away from Nero in a panic. “Abrahm!!” As soon as he heard the urgency of his mother's voice, he lifted his head, his face covered in grit. Shaking her head at the boy, she lowered her wing to wipe the sand from his face. “Stay near me or Daddy, okay? It’s not safe yet to be playing.” Eyes round, he nodded hastily, allowing Jerusalem to climb up on his back before ducking under his father’s belly, hiding behind his legs.
“Why is it not safe?” He asked quietly, his voice unconfident and wavering. His mother smiled warmly at him, slowly blinking in understanding. He had only known good things in his short few hours, of course he did not understand. “I will let your father answer that one, little peach.”
Once everyone was checked over and cleared to move, the group slowly limped their way into the Oasis. As they moved through the tunnel, Selora looked around, clearly attempting to hide the fear from her voice when she spoke. “You all said the bandits saw the barrier fall… do you think it will be safe to stay here anymore? Yes, we have those who can fight, but so many are war-battered. Where do you think we could go, if we don’t stay here?” The question echoed off of the dark tunnel walls, the only light source being a few crude lamps and the opening at the end. “Surely the Sultan has plans?”
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Post by NorthernMyth on Sept 16, 2019 16:02:50 GMT -6
Blair | Thief
Blairs ears flicked over to the Overo stallion. Pouting at him and the large light pegasus as they told the others to yield. Her mind wandered over who they were. Were they Vagabonds or other Serorans? And what was this barrier that everyone kept talking about? What was a saviour? She felt somewhat culture shocked. So many questions went through her head.
Being thrown into the thick of it wasn’t her original intent but seeing as the rangers were now gone she didn’t have much choice.
The filly eyed the great big bird in front of her. She hadn’t seen anything like it before. Blair watched the younger filly as she took supplies from the Overo who introduced himself as Nero.
She only half listened to Selora as they spoke to the young blue winged pegasus. Her pink eyes watched over the scene. Blair wondered if Nox was about. She hadn’t seen the ghostly canine since meeting the others back in Onea. Had they stayed behind. She looked across the sand. Observing the sands that reached deep into the horizon.
Soon they were on the move. Finally. The filly took a place near the young pegasus filly. Still gawking at the large bird.
The filly followed silently. Slowly the group was plunged into almost darkness.The tunnel somewhat cooling from the unforgiving desert sun.
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