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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 13:39:39 GMT -6
Your detachment of guards has been working hard to keep Torrine under control these last few days, rumors and whispers of an attack have been floating over you all. It’s enough to make even a grizzled guard’s mane stand on end. Suddenly a rumble is heard from down the way, Is it an escape attempt or something more sinister?
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Premise Journal// Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 203: Fight or Flight?Team Leader: Taishen Participants: Bucephalous, Lukan, Amon Post Frequency: Multiple times weekly
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 19:32:02 GMT -6
Taishen
Talori Guardian
His withers itched. Irritated, Taishen fought the urge to scowl as he walked down the path, surreptitiously rolling his neck in search of relief but finding little. Exasperated, the Guardian looked around and spotting a likely corner with palm fronds peeking over the edge, he hurried behind it. Sure enough, a helpfully scratchy looking palm tree loomed, and with a quick glance to make sure he was out of any curious eyes, Taishen leaned into the tree, scratching his prickling withers with a grunt of pleasure. It was with a very satisfied air that the stallion resumed his patrol of the Torrine path… until a telltale prickling ran down his neck once more. Tai fought the urge to swear, which while doing nothing to aleve his withers, would at least have allowed him a meager outlet for his frustrations. He made a mental note to visit Eden, when his shift was over, because this was approaching ridiculous. The truth was, Taishen’s withers had been prickling a lot in the past few days, and he was rapidly losing a battle with himself to explain why. Because if he stopped and really thought about it, he might have to admit that the discomfort did not stem from a physical reason, but rather… Mahogany eyes lifted, sweeping around the path to take in the sights of Torrine. A mare met his eyes, and though she quickly dropped them, Taishen noted her lip curling in disdain as she turned away. His withers gave another uncomfortable prickle, and Taishen hurried on his way, trying not to be hurt or affronted by the reaction, a reaction he and the other Guardians were getting more and more used to. Shouldn’t the pegasi and other residents of Torrine be glad that he and the other Guardians were here to protect them? Shouldn’t he be proud to serve his people in this way, to keep them safe during these uneasy times? At first Taishen had wondered if the residents were simply picking up on his own frustrations, that he was stuck here with them when he ought to be devoting all of his time to the Divine, but as the weeks wore on… Taishen let out a quiet, measured breath which lacked the emphasis of the explosive snort he wished he could unleash. But he was a Guardian on duty; decorum was key. He continued his patrol, eyes sharp for any issues, and finding only frightened and resentful gazes turned back to him. His withers suddenly gave an almost involuntary shudder, and the stallion had about half a heartbeat to wonder if he was having a gods damned stroke before he felt it. Taishen froze, all four hooves planted on the dirt path, his braided tail swaying gently in the balmy breeze. Slowly, he lowered his muzzle, hovered it inches over the ground. A low, muted rumbling vibrated outwards, working its way through the soles of his hooves to run up his legs. For a moment, the stallion’s mind was wiped totally and completely blank. Then he flung his head high, ignoring the startled shouts and commotion of the citizens around him as he struggled to pinpoint the source of the rumbling. It was too faint and high pitched to be an earthquake -or so he hoped- which meant that it was likely originating from… Torrine. Ah, froth and foaming bubbles-
Ears cocked in the direction the sound seemed to be coming from, Taishen leapt into a controlled canter, every sense and nerve straining for- for something, any information that might be useful. He knew several other Guardians were on duty, and kept his eyes out especially for them. If this was an attack… they would all be needed. [Post 1 l Word Count: 620] |
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 19:33:40 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 1// Gather your arms and companions there is something afoot, you better check out that noise, even if it's just another Lemur that is too curious for its own good. Better safe than sorry! |
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Post by sapphiresquire on Aug 8, 2016 0:22:49 GMT -6
Lukan || Talori Guardian
To say that the city had been uncomfortable of late was a vast understatement. Every where one went there was a sense of hostility, fear, and apprehension in the air that was slowing beginning to form a bottomless pit in Lukan's stomach as he went about his patrols each day. The dark stallion persisted, roaming the streets and keeping an eye on things, hoping his mere presence and that of the other Guardian's would be enough to prevent more violent outbreaks. He was constantly on watch, ears never stilling in their rotation to pick up the slightest sounds and rapidly discerning whether or not they might belong to a threat. The eyes of the citizens finding him on the empty paths and among the crowds helped nothing; some looked at him with fear - afraid of what he might do to them - while others looked at him in fear that they might be caught in a fight if they happened to be too close to someone looking to pick a fight with the Guardian. Others, that Lukan was ever grateful for, still had some sense of respect and even hope behind their eyes when he passed, but they were fewer these days. Still, public opinion aside, it was a job that had to be done and it would take a lot more than what had happened already to keep the curly maned stallion from doing his duty for his people.
Pausing in his pointed wandering, Lukan stood at a corner looking up and down the path. It was mostly quiet with very few horses remaining in the area for very long with him loitering there. The way a few of them hurried away made his heart hurt. Letting out a heavy sigh Lukan dropped his head for just a moment, longing for the days when their home had been nothing but peaceful. With the quiet of the square there was nothing but air to keep him from hearing the strange rumbling that suddenly emanated through the city, his ears standing up straight faster than the rest of him and tearing him out of his saddened state on instinct. With his head high Lukan started forward and made it up the next block before he had to stop to avoid being somewhat run over by Taishen as the other Guardian cantered up the path.
Blue eyes going wide, Lukan felt his heart start to pound and adrenaline course through his body making his hooves itch and his mane prickle uncomfortably. Was this another attack? It didn't sound like a storm or an earthquake - maybe some chemist shopkeeper had only started a fire or something more manageable like that? He thought rapidly, hoping it was something that wouldn't continue leading the Talori heard on this never ending downward spiral.
With his mane still prickling Lukan started up the path at a gallop, long legs eating up the distance between him and the other Guardian. If this was anything like the last conflict they had been in, it would be far better if they stuck together, especially until they knew exactly what it was they were up against.
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Post by ebbarie on Aug 10, 2016 0:22:52 GMT -6
Amon | Guardian With an irritated expression on his face, the large stallion chased the fly away which recently took a seat on his back. The past days had washed away his cheerful temper like a wave rinses sand. Amon was one of the youngest and most inexperienced guardians and the current situation challenged him more than he had supposed at the beginning. The attacks were an unforgivable atrocity, sure, and the shock about it still sat deep, but still...at the beginning , all that gave him the feeling of a strange adventure. The stallion loved the work as a guardian, but from time to time it was a little monotonous, so the first emotion he got when they told him that the city was under attack was excitement - oddly enough. Well, soon enough reality catches up with him. Those past couple of weeks had made him a lot more serious and the red-cloaked stallion noticed that he was not the only guardian who got stretched to the limit. While he and some others tried to keep the settlement of Torrine safe and under control, has elsewhere the trial for the few caught pegasi already begun. Maybe everything would come back to it’s old peace once the process was over. He had to cling to that small hope, he just had to. Likewise it was undeniable that the situation could get even worse. The little spark of hope for an again united Aquore faded with every angry and wicked glance at him and his fellow Guardians. Frustrated the stallion shook his mane to fend off another bunch of bothersome flies and started a slow trot to get away from them. Despite the heavy weight that he felt on his shoulders since the day of the attacks, he attempted to send out a feeling of determination and confidence. Despair in face of the tricky situation was no option. Suddenly his ears turned reflexively forward. The noise of hooves, slamming on the ground like a distant thunder. At least to horses, or that was his guess at least. Amon could feel his heart beating faster immediately, all muscles under tension and adrenaline starting to flow through his veins. Cascade, great mother of the Sea and Kaia mother of earth, give me the courage I need to face whatever lies ahead.
As always, both goddesses remained silent, all he felt was the heat of Ignacios blessing that burnt deep in his body - but that doesn’t mattered now. Resolutely the stallion felt into a fast canter to catch up with the horses, whomever they might be. They came in sight quickly. Amon was fairly light build, what made his swiftness and agility his greatest strength. Immediately he recognized the two horses as Lukan and Taishen. “What is going on?” he asked swiftly as he was close enough. Wordcount : 472
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Post by arcanaequus on Aug 14, 2016 23:15:52 GMT -6
Bucephalus
Talori Guardian
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The giant grey stallion whipped on his heels in a pirouette towards the sudden and ominous high pitched rumble that emanated from nearby. He had been minding his own business, eagerly soaking up every iota of fear and disdain cast at him by the sparsely passing citizens on his patrol route. This is what he had always wanted, the power and the majesty of being a guardian, all herd members to fear and respect him, their disdain was surely merely jealously that they could not defend themselves without him. They were all potential rebels, all potential scum and it was his job to weed them out, and help carry out their punishments .
Bucephalus heartily approved of the new punishments being set into place by the higher ups, he had long thought that Emperor Hawkeye was too lenient on those that did not honor the ways of the Talori the way that they should, obviously this had contributed to the rebellion effort. Had the troublesome attitudes been nipped in the bud, they wouldn't all be in the settling dust of that savage attack, not that Buce minded, he far preferred action and real danger over the mundane duties attributed to those charged with guarding peaceful citizenships. He had just completed the second circuit of his duties and watched a pretty young mare flit fearfully from under his disapproving gaze with a smirk before the strange sound disturbed his swiftly escalating train of thought. Buce settled back onto his forelegs and flared his nostrils to take in a deep breath trying to smell anything on the air, smoke, disturbed water, anything, but he must have been downwind as he picked up nothing. His ears pinned back as in the distance he heard what could only be the hooves of his fellow guardians, hard and steadfast, knowing these streets and their twists and turns like no wayward attackers could. He turned his head to see Taishen and Lukan thundering up to Amon at a fair pace. He grinned and kept his head pointed in the direction of the sound but an eye on the approaching stallions, torn between charging off to investigate on his own and following protocol, waiting for them and moving as a unit. Surely he could handle whatever was going on, he would have charged off without a second thought before the first attack happened, but not now. He stayed his hooves and waited, albeit impatiently for them to inevitably head in his direction. He would start to canter just before they reached him, enough that they could talk to him, but so that he could still be ahead in the thick of the action. POST: 1 WC: 449 |
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Post by Queerly on Aug 18, 2016 7:02:54 GMT -6
Taishen
Talori Guardian
Cascade seemed to be in good spirits that day, for as Taishen honed in on the disturbance, he found himself to be in no short supply of companions. It was Lukan that joined first, catching up with the sort of long-legged strides that Taishen refused to be envious of... or at the very least tried not to be. Blasted drafts. “ Glad to see you.” He greeted without breaking stride, “ I assume you felt it too?” Taishen had fought alongside Lukan before, and that incident had left him with nothing but respect for the other Guardian. Lukan was a powerful ally, the sort that bestowed confidence when rushing towards potential doom. Yes, Taishen was certainly glad to see him. His eyes flicked to Amon when the unicorn merged to their company. “ Disturbance at hoof,” He replied, “ Could be nothing, but it feels awfully big for nothing.” Amon. Taishen didn’t know him, not on a personal level, but he had of course heard of him. Word traveled fast among the Guardians (how could it not, when guard duty was so very dull) and there likely wasn’t a single stallion serving who hadn’t heard of the fire-blessed unicorn. It might have made some nervous, but the Defender was a discerning horse, and his Guardian recruits were never anything less than patriotic citizens. Indeed, Aquore ran through their very veins. Thus, Taishen didn’t much care if Amon could control fire, not so long as it was aimed at their enemies. Rounding a corner revealed their third and final companion: Bucephalus. Like Amon, Taishen didn’t know him well. Unlike Amon, Bucephalus didn’t seem to be the subject of circulating rumors, which left Taishen with all the intel of diddly-squat. It didn't matter, though. He was a Guardian and another heavy-hitting draft. Good enough for me, the paint judged as Buce joined their strides. " Just up ahead." He grunted. The vibrations had dulled, but not completely stopped. He could feel them rumble up his cannon bones, a subtle, taunting entity that was likely nothing more than a false alarm. This was what Taishen thought, and wholly believed, until they burst into sight of the Amory, and all signs pointed to it being the source of the ruckus. Froth and bubbles. As they approached the building, Taishen slowed to a crawl, ears pulled forward and his head low. He didn't hear anything at first, just the distant cry of tropical birds and the chatter coming from Torrine's main street. But then he heard it: a muffled voice from within the Amory itself. Taishen grit his teeth. " Someone's in there." [Post 2 l Word Count: 439]
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 21, 2016 11:49:37 GMT -6
Checkpoint 2// The noise was coming from the arms room, Someone is in there! The alarm is raised but not before a lone equine head pokes around the frame and sees you all, warning his companions of your presence. Shouting and scrambling fills the hall as equines from both sides attempt to fulfill their own missions. To arms brave Guards, there is a fight ahoof. (Welcome Vagabond Plot: 205- Out of the Frying Pan... !) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2016 11:58:54 GMT -6
antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist,
you're going to wish you hadn't run Antiope caught her breath in the dark room, ragged but quiet in the silence of their hiding place. The thick smoke of wet wood burning had covered their entrance, but the danger was far from over. Now that her team was gathered in one place again, she dropped her head to signal them over. "To me." Their four muzzles nearly touched in the gloom. The sound of alarms rose from outside as guards caught sight of the fires they'd set. Voices nearby forced her volume even lower: "Now we must fight."
Her thoughts strayed to Tabitha, unwillingly. The more soldiers they kept occupied here, the fewer there would be to threaten the true mission. To the young stallions, she whispered: "Stay together, at my back." The voices grew closer. "I will take point; Ouusaldus, rear guard." There was barely enough light through the door to see the rage on Milo's face, the determination in Peregrine's gaze, the stoic gleam of Ouusaldus's mask. She felt something like pride swell in her breast, but smothered it. There was no time.
She tucked her wings in tight as a flight feather brushed a rack of weapons. This was not a place to fight; the great disadvantage of their wingspans was the maneuvering room they required. It would be essential to get the fighting out into the open. Turning away from her soldiers, drawing her golden spear under her wing, she pressed an eye to the crack in the door to see armed shadows cast on the ground outside. She retreated a step hastily, just long enough to order "Be ready," and smashed the door open wide.
Leaping from the shadows like a jaguar, her iridescent feathers and pronged helmet erupting in the light, she spun to face the Talori Guardians. Antiope flung her rainbow wings open wide, bright as a phoenix in the glint of the watch fires. Vibrant from head to hoof, she would be hard to look away from as her team spilled into the open behind her. Perseus had asked her for a distraction...  345 words | post 4 hey guys!!!!!! thanks for letting us crash the party c; |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 24, 2016 14:29:43 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | The Flock, Heavy Solider
The flight to Torrin had been peaceful, wind flowing along his large wings and feathers as he flew silently with Peregrine, torch held behind his neck so that the fire would not be blown out and that it wouldn't be seen from above. They had landed softly just outside the encampment, no, the prison and stood watching for a moment. When the coast was clear, Ouusaldus had nodded his head at the stallion before bringing the crackling torch to the dense underbrush that lined the camp, looking up into the forest as the flames licked up and began to spread. When it was large enough, Ouusaldus gave the silent order to sneak into the camp, wings tucked tight as they walked along the halls and headed for the meeting point with Antiope. They arrived at almost the exact same time, Four bodies (with even larger wings) crammed into the guards shed. It uncomfortable, Ouusaldus's wings held up closed over his head, just not enough room for his wingspan.
Breathing deeply, Ouusaldus bowed his head with the others, ears flicking as the sound of guards catching sight of the fire erupted from all around. He paid this no mind, focused intently on the captain of their mission, his friend. When she gave him an order, he nodded, and invisible hand moving to hold the hilt of his axe. He would be ready, ready to give Tabitha and her group the chance to infiltrate the camp. They would be a distraction that left the guards shaking where they stood.
As Antiope silently crept up to the door and observed what was happening, Ouusaldus stood still with his eyes staring intently. With baited breath, he waited silently with the others, eyes dark and head lowered as he waited patiently, silently until...
Antiope burst forward and the others followed quickly through, Ouusaldus bearing his teeth as he charged through, bringing up the rear. His wings flared and did as he was ordered, bringing up the rear with his great axe coming free from it's belt and held at attention. His golden mask reflected the flames perfectly, adding to the dazzling light that was Antiope.
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Post by sapphiresquire on Aug 24, 2016 16:17:54 GMT -6
Lukan || Guardian
The dark brown stallion reamined silent, saving hus breaty, but nodded at Taishen in confirmation as they moved up the street. He offered little in acknowledgment to Amon or Buce for the time being, cerulean eyes focused ahead. Discovering the sound had come from ther armory - the culprit most certainly not being another of the group of guardians - Lukan's heart dropped to his hooves. Of course the guardians themselves were armed, but having a vast vault of weapons invaded by uknowns could only mean disaster lie ahead.
Part of him wanted to race in and stop the looting immediately, but that would have been one of the most ill advised courses of action imaginable. Lukan tore his eyes from the armory to seek the council of the other guardians, thinking perhaps Amon or one of the others had already formulated a plan, when quite suddenly the firey pegasus mare appeared from the doorway. Lukan nearly stumbled backwards on to his rear in shock, his heart dropping again along with his stomach. The mare was a magnificent sight, and maybe at any other time it would have been a beautiful disolay, but in the moment it did nothing but set the hairs of the guardian's coat standing on end.
The others racing out of the armory behind the wildly bright mare nearly escaped his attention until Lulan had to force his eyes away, feeling them start to water and burn. "They're getting away! They're escaping with the weapons!" He cried. The city had had enough trouble with rebels and violence already and this was bound to only make things worse.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 24, 2016 19:47:58 GMT -6
Taishen | Peacock Guardian
Really, Taishen thought irritably to himself, they could have at least given him the opportunity for a dramatic entrance, something powerful and decisive. But oh no, that would have been far too generous of these double cursed attackers. No, they had to steal the dramatic entrance into the fray, and leave him jumping out of his skin like some colt, in front of the other Guardians no less.
Given the circumstances, Tai rather thought he regained his composure admirably quickly as he faced down masked, feathered attackers that had burst from the armory in all their flashing, gilded glory. Masks, I ask you-
The leader was hard to look at, her feathers iridescent as they caught the firelight and seemed to throw it back in his face; he could see Lukan blinking hurriedly, dark muzzle dropping as he undoubtedly struggled to clear his vision. Taishen kept the lead pegasus in the corner of his eyes as he quickly took in the other three, fanned out behind her and exuding controlled menace. So they were evenly matched in numbers, but Taishen doubted very much if these insurgents could match the training and discipline of a Talorian Guardian, no sir.
Taishen drew himself up, mahogany eyes narrowed in fury as the surprise of the attack melted into battle-ready adrenaline, his legs tingling with readiness to leap into action. He was reminded forcibly of the riots following the new year’s sacrifice, but he did not recognize these pegasi. Certainly they were not members of Torrine… Vagabonds or Rogues, then. His lip curled.
“Lay down your weapons and stand down,” Taishen growled, flaxen tail snapping a visual representation of his contained anger. “Lukan, take their weapons. Bucephalous, Amon, fan out and contain them. Come quietly,” he added to the group, “and it will go better for you.” Contempt laced his words. Head lifted imperiously, Taishen waited.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 25, 2016 20:42:02 GMT -6
Milo | The Flock | (Violent) Marauder
The early morning flight to Torrine had been all too still for Milo. The young stallion was chomping at the metaphorical bit as they flew, almost too determined on making a 'distraction'. He knew Tabitha, Izel and Torsten were the right horses for the task of interacting with the prisoners of Torrine, Oriole, Renata and Drest were all more than capable with bargaining with the Rouges. Everyone had their roles in the clock of liberation to make it tick, and his was right here beside the Flight's warriors. Though he was on the smaller side compared to the likes of Antiope and Ouusaldus, he kept up with them without trouble and stuck close to Antiope's side. The two pairs separated on Antiope's order and he followed her up a bit further into the sky while the other two headed below. When Antiope gave him the signal, the fire the pair of them rained down upon the waiting forest below was a terrible, splendid sight, unparalleled by any attack on Talori lands in the past. This fire was quite representative of the fury they felt at the Talori as the flames began eating up the damp tropical terrain. After the fire was set, the two passionate souls reunited with the rest of their squad and entered the arms room belonging to the Talori Guardians. Well, not anymore. Milo thought to himself with a small smirk as they all slipped inside. At the sight of all the weapons in the small building, the lammergeier pegasus could barely contain his bubbling eagerness. He was almost trembling in the tight space up against the other three. There was no doubt that they could feel that for themselves as they all grabbed weapons for themselves. But suddenly there was a clamor outside the arms shed had them all gathering behind Antiope once more...or as well as they could with their large wings making the already tight space even tighter. Ouusaldus' wings were half unfurled so the stallion could hold them over his head in an attempt to make more room, and for some reason the young pegasus felt a sort of warm, sheltered feeling. But he quickly shook this off as Antiope lead the charge through the door. Milo was not far behind her as she spread her wings in a display of power, his own teeth bared and his eyes ferocious in the light of the fire. The sound that ripped between his teeth wasn't quite equine, if anything it sounded more like a growl that would come from a canine or large feline. His size meant little in the matter of intimidation, the unrelenting burning rage in his amber eyes and the aggressive way he held himself alongside the tall mare was more than enough to set off some warning signs in anyone's mind. The dark tearlike marks on his face resembled some sort of warpaint, which only added to the vicious appearance. The stallion with the garish orange mane and tail ordered them to drop their weapons and come with them quietly. This time, Milo couldn't contain himself as a few harsh chuckles left his mouth. "Come quietly? Like all the Pegasai from your fucking 'Solstice' celebration? They ended up dead, and if I'm going to end up dead as well I would much rather go down with your flesh in my teeth. Although," he grimaced and took a deep breath in before spitting in the orange maned stallion's face, "rotten fish tastes like shit." Finishing off his statement, Milo lifted his upper lip at the Guardians in a vulgar display of disrespect and let out another snarl as he prepared himself for this distraction.
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Post by ebbarie on Aug 26, 2016 0:12:29 GMT -6
Amon | Guardian
One. two. Three. Deep breath. Air in and out. Everything would be alright. He was surrounded by three experienced Guardians, every single one tested and trained from the Defender. Even if he knew only little from them, Amon felt save between them. Whatever was in front of them, they would be able to solve the problem. On their way to the armory the cry of all kinds of tropic birds and other animals reached his ears. Immediately he turned his gaze to the sheer endless ocean of trees and plants. The unicorn needed a moment but then he saw what frightened the animals. Smoke. Dark smoke was rising from the treetops. But how? It was almost impossible that something could start burning inside a rainforest...Before Amon could bring that thought to an usefull ending, they already reached the Armory. For a short moment his eyes met Lucans. The dark chestnut stallion appeared undecided what to do and looked around for advice, just like Amon himself. But before anyone could say something, the door of the Armory flyed open with a loud crunch. Light. Too bright. The large Guardian stumbled some steps backward and closed his eyes for a moment while he let out some silent curses. Not again. Please not again.
That was his first thought. The bloodshed after the last sacrifice was still too fresh in his mind. And with that, also the rage came back. How could they dare to attack the city again?! Was that just the start? More of those terrorists hiding elsewhere? Angrily he flinged his eyes open again, staring at the almost glowing appearance of the pegasus mare. His heart was beating again fast against his ribcage, but this time in rage and not in fear. He could feel the heat building up inside him, and at this point he didn’t cared about hiding it. His eyes and the orange veins in his horns started to glow in a fiery light. Lukans word guided Amons attention to the pegasi that tried to flee behind the mare. His whole body was alarmed and under tension now and he could feel the cold that came always over him before a fight, a cold that made him aware of the fact that he would do anything to protect this land and his citizen, no matter how great the sacrifice. Taishens command receipted he with a short nod. For a second everything was silent except for the cries of the animals in the burning forest. Then another Pegasus broke this silent. He appeared to be pretty young, both in his appearance and his talking. “Death was a new beginning for them. Your death would lack all meaning. Stand down, don’t throw your life away like this” Amon replied instead of Taishen and directed his glowing eyes at the young stallion. Posts : 2 Wordcount : 475 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 26, 2016 11:10:18 GMT -6
Peregrine | Freedom's Flight
The gray stallion felt his heart slamming against his ribs as he followed his comrades through the tight confines of the armory. Although he had seen the morning's distraction with his own eyes, felt the heat of it on his flesh, and could still smell the acrid scent of burning greenery in his nostrils, it felt almost like a dream to the Connemara. Their enemies, however, were cold and real. As Peregrine scrambled to follow Antiope, they were met by the Talori guardians, who didn't appear to be too keen on letting the trespassers go. Peregrine could feel his muscles tensing as the horses demanded that he and his lay down their arms and come quietly. As if they would bow down to these scum. His fear was overcome with anger at the guardians who blocked their path, and with Milo so close by, Peregrine could feel the other stallion's boiling anger as though it were live, touching his skin and infecting him with its residue.
"We will not grovel for you," the gray said, raising his bird-marked head, yellow eyes glaring out from startlingly black sockets. "And we throw away nothing," he added, a jibe at the stallion who had spoken last. Peregrine had chosen to ignore the fellow's quip about being a new beginning, as he felt it would be wrong to even dignify such foolish words with a response. Baring his teeth, Peregrine tossed his head and pawed at the earth, signalling he was ready for a brawl.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 8:33:35 GMT -6
antiope i burn their clothing before i dig into the ground
you're going to wish you hadn't run Antiope almost laughed. It was obvious this squadron had no idea who they were up against; the Flight had been hidden up in the mountains before today, planning, but they were not about to establish a reputation of following orders. Take their weapons, their captain said. It lit up her face like a good joke.
She let Milo spit and snarl, accustomed to his vigor, and listened to the guards sputter in reponse. Taking a brief moment to hum an approval of Peregrine's steadfastness, she lowered her armored forehead at the enemy. They were perfectly matched, horse to horse, and Antiope closed her wings suddenly to allow for her soldiers, now in position, to mirror the guards' maneuvers.
She brandished her golden spear with a flourish, its feather-shaped point ending up skyward. "To me," she said again, sharply but without urgency. She felt her men fall into the formation they'd practiced, shoulder to shoulder with herself and Ouusaldus on the ends, Milo spitting fire at her side. She briefly prayed to Alya that he would remember his training.
With articulated calm, she kept her eyes on the Talori captain's. When she spoke, her sharp voice's every consonant was weaponized: "Remember me," she said before even moving a golden hoof. "And remember when I tell you that this was your kingdom's last night of peace." With a pegasus lined up face to face with every Talori soldier, Antiope herself centered in front of Taishen, she took a deep silent breath.
She dropped the tip of her spear to signal the charge.
Lunging for Taishen, she whipped the bladed spear in his direction with her chin tucked to her chest, haunches low and forehand light, ready to pull up if needed. As the speartip swished past him harmlessly, she attempted to strike him with the blunt handle at the other end.
As she had briefed her soldiers before, their aim was to engage and draw out this fight. Her attention was on her own men as much as her opponent; if she could merely keep these guardians dancing and her soldiers out of harms way, then it would be a victory.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 30, 2016 15:12:47 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | The Flock, Heavy solider
Brandishing his axe and flaring his wings, Ouusaldus lowered his head and snorted, Amber eyes glowing from under the cover of his mask "I ama dead stallion walking," he replied in his baritone voice "but your kind will never taint my soul" he finished, teeth bared and pupils narrow. When Antiope raised her spear, Ouusaldus quickly moved to his position, wings held close to his body as the others fell in between the large horses, weapons pointed forward and glistening under the firelight. He was ready to fight, ready to charge forward and bury his axe deep in flesh and hear the sound of bones snapping but he knew better, they were a distraction and they needed the gaurds to focus souly on them.None the less, He was ready to make his flock proud and show the Talori that they were not to be taken lightly, to show that someone was finally speaking up against the injustice that happened ever solstice.
So when the golden spear slowly fell from it's position of pointing to the stars, Ouusaldus reared slightly and charged forward with the others, axe aimed at the one who had called their deaths a waste. He swung at angle to the gaurd, the silver instrument not aimed directly at but to the side of him. Using the momentium from the swing, Ouusaldus turned his body and unfurled a wing at the gaurd, aiming to smack his head. He finished the spin and stood ready to block and fight back against the Talorian.
He was ready to show the Talori what a pegasus was truely capbable of.
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Post by ebbarie on Aug 31, 2016 0:07:08 GMT -6
Amon | Guardian The large stallion replied only with a frustrated snort when the young, grey stallion answered him. There was no way to calm the situation by talking for they were not open for reasonable arguments. Well...pride comes for a fall. And he had enough trust in himself and his fellow guardians to know that their little attack or burglary or whatever they wanted here would fail. “And remember when I tell you that this was your kingdom's last night of peace."
A shiver ran down his spine when the words reached him. Only an empty thread...a simple lie to put the Guardians off their stroke. Amons eyes widened when the female attacked Taisheen, but there was no time to worry about his fellow Guardian. The second masked Pegasus placed himself in front of the unicorn now and drew an impressive axe. Almost immediately the read cloaked stallion felt the icy calmness that always came over him before a fight. His senses were sharpened and his whole body under tension. Yeah he was younger than his opponent, but not unskilled. He took a fast glance at his masked adversary to estimate him. The Pegasus was slightly smaller than him, but with really big wings. Under the mask he could hide scars, or simply wanted to scare potential enemies with it - the Guardian didn’t know but right now it did not mattered either. Amon followed every yet so little movement of the stallion with his eyes and brought himself out of the reach from the axe by stepping just a little bit aside. Therefore he noticed the wing that was spun at him almost too late. There was no way to dodge, so he had no other chance than lower his head quickly, hoping that the pegasus would reflexively pull back the wing when his horns would impale it, before the heavy feather covered complex of bones and muscles would smack his head. Luck seemed to be on his side, for now. The wing hit his target, but not hard enough to finish the guardian. The Pegasus was a strong opponent, but his weakness would be close combat. His large wings would probably only hinder them and Amon supposed that he was slightly faster and more agile. Nonetheless, one hit with that heavy axe and they could start digging a grave for him. Now it was his turn. He had to get closer quickly if he wanted to come out of this without great injuries. Amon whipped his lion like tail, to make it look like he was unsure about what to do next and fired the heat inside him a little more. He wasn’t strong enough yet to fight with his blessing, but it was a welcome deflection for his opponent. The unicorn's eyes and tips of his horns started to glow in a fiery light. He was sure that this wasn’t enough to trip the Pegasus up, but maybe it was enough to distract him for a small moment. With as little early warning as possible, he suddenly drew his dagger and jumped forwards, the horn crowned head lowered a little, to break the defense of his opposite and turn their fight into a close combat. Wordcount : 539 Post : 3 |
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Post by Jennycallie on Sept 1, 2016 14:55:42 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
The chestnut felt a prickle of unease as the champagne pegasus spat profanities in his face- not because of the profanities (anyone who resorted to such language had nothing more substantial to say, his mother had always told him) but that as the stallion raged, his comrades remained cool, steady, and watchful. Even the vitriol of the vile creature (flashing his lip? Really? Really?) seemed… accounted for. Taishen felt his grasp on the situation evaporating as quickly as foam off the beach; these pegasi were too… too organized. Too calm. And that iridescent mare had never dropped her piercing gaze from his. Apprehension tightened Tai’s withers, but for a heartbeat it was silent, no one speaking or moving, breathing even. Yet the tension that ran thick through the air seemed to tauten, to stretch until Tai’s every hair stood on end.
“Remember me,” spoke the pegasus mare, the words falling from her mouth with all the softness of a crashing wave upon jagged, hidden rocks, and with the same effortless, deadly precision. “And remember when I tell you that this was your kingdom’s last night of peace.”
Foreboding swept through the Guardian, but he could not spare any attention towards the sensation as, catching the light with a flare of movement, the mare’s spear fell and all around them, the pegasi leaped into action.
Though he carried no weapons, Taishen was none the less well drilled in fighting with them, and it was foal’s play to dodge the mare’s first parry with the blade, so easy he could almost have laughed... until his peripherals caught the back-swing of the blade’s handle, and chestnut only just managed to pivot in time to avoid it, feeling the whoosh as it passed a hair’s breadth from his flesh.
Fury- and new respect- kindling in his mahogany eyes, Taishen whirled again, his stance mirroring the pegasus’ as he too kept his weight sunk back on coiled hocks, hind hooves digging deep into the rich, damp earth of Torrine. Out of the corner of an eye, he saw the flash of an axe as it descended towards Amon, followed by a buffeting wing from the giant, masked attacker, and it was this sight, this casual violence directed towards one of his own that pushed Taishen over into true rage.
And as the rage surged up in his chest, foaming and crashing as it roared for release, so did the water at his hooves tremble, rippling rings that centered around moisture pooling around his hooves, moisture that was rising from the earth itself.
The fury again crashed against Taishen’s control, and as the chestnut let loose a bellow of rage and flung himself towards Antiope, so the water surged from the puddles and soared into the air alongside him, hurtling at Antiope like a glittering, silver spear, and Taishen’s hooves followed a heartbeat behind as he whirled and lashed out at the mare. Droplets of water seemed to shiver and dance as they coalesced around his hooves, his legs, his flying mane and tail. Taishen carried no weapon, for Cascade had provided him the means of creating his own.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Sept 1, 2016 19:06:48 GMT -6
Milo | The Flock | (Violent) Marauder
Milo seemed to ignore the annoyingly calm retort from the unicorn Guardian. Seemed to, likely because it didn't seem that the rage on his features could become even more intense if he tried. His ears were flat against his skull, his feathers ruffled and his teeth bared. He stuck close to Antiope's larger more colorful side looking quite like a child compared to her at least in size. The look in his eyes however was far from any that could ever appear in a child's. These eyes were now fixed upon the Guardian across from him, a large bay stallion. He wasn't the biggest, but nor was he the smallest, once again at least in size. This stallion was the only one to fully balk at his team bursting from the armory, instantly painting a giant target on him in Milo's mind. The strong enticed him so, but the other older members of the team seemed to be having their way with them, and rightfully so. So he would have to content himself with distracting the bay stallion. Probably wouldn't be that hard given how easy it was for them to initially startle him. When Antiope lifted her great spear, Milo's entire body twitched and quivered in a way that almost seemed spastic with insanity. But it was merely from the excitement of bloodshed on the part of the Talori. He pictured the feeling of their blood pouring down on him like hot, sticky rain, and relished in it. It made him hungry, eager...like a predator that had gone years without prey. As soon as the signal was given, the lammergeier pegasus lurched forward with his wings pulled tight to his sides.
The sides of his mouth dripped with froth that flew backwards with his momentum, his mouth open and ready to take flesh into it. His smaller size would hinder his heavy hitting strength like that of his larger comrades and likely the larger Guardians, but Milo had always been an intelligent warrior. Now coupled with hardcore training from Antiope, he was ready for this fight and be on the same level as the larger equines. The champagne stallion didn't slow down from his quick pace as he got close to the other stallion in an attempt to land a hit, but ran by his side no matter what move he made, not making contact at all. Until he wheeled back around and grabbed a mouthful of mane in his teeth. Holding tightly onto the dark hair, he shot open his wings and beat them powerfully once or twice, effectively jerking him off the ground. His hold on the mane forced the rest of his body to straighten out with another jerk before he plopped down right on the larger stallion's neck, shoulders and back, straddled and using his wings to keep balance. Once he had established somewhat of a center of balance, he lurched forward again to grab a swiveling ear in his teeth. Not quite with enough power to tear the flesh but certainly enough to hurt like hell. The breath ripping from his nostrils came out in somewhat of a snarl, his eyebrows knit.
Maybe I should take this off like they took off the wings of my brothers and sisters year after year. This one doesn't have fins but this is the next best thing I suppose. He thought to himself as he started moving his front and hind hooves, kicking where he could and writhing so his hooves battered the bay's shoulders and barrel.
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Post by sapphiresquire on Sept 1, 2016 19:40:01 GMT -6
Lukan || Guardian
Lukan had barely taken a pair of steps forward, intent on disarming as many of the ruffians as he could as Taishen had asked, but was again shocked to find one of the more slight stallions of the group headed right for him. The guardian stopped where he stood, setting his hooves wide and steady to prepare for the attack. Following the pegasus with his eyes he shifted to follow him around as he passed rather than striking, but only managed to succeed in opening himself up for his mane to be grabbed.
What kind of horse goes straight for the mane?! Lukan though to himself, rearing up a bit to try and lessen some of the pull on his mane as the pegasus surged upward. He wasn't a vain horse and loosing some of his mane would not be a loss for the stallion, but the curling locks were thicker than most and while he could feel some being pulled out from the roots it simply refused to break in the pegasus grip giving Lukan no choice but to try and keep from getting scalped at the same time. He thought perhaps this pegasus was young, certainly misguided by his companions, but he fought dirty.
Never before had an entire other horse managed to climb upon the dark stallion's back. The pegasus was far and away not the heaviest horse around, but it was still jarring and made his knees buckle briefly. The next bite on his ear hurt more than is should have, making the guardian let out an uncharacteristic cry of pain before clenching his teeth to keep anymore signs of weakness from making themselves known.
Alright you rotten little feather-head, if that's how you want it! He thought, surprised at his own ferocity in the thought before jerking his ear free, ignoring the persistent sting, and dropped his head low with his teeth barred and snapped at the pegasus flailing left leg. Tossing his head again Lukan started to circle, bucking his back up high trying to throw the petite pegasus from his back.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 1, 2016 22:10:40 GMT -6
Peregrine | Freedom's Flight
The air was a blur around Peregrine as the two forces met, a mixture of teeth, hooves, axes and spears. The groups met like two waves crashing into each other, mingling into a bloody, wild mess of a battle. Antiope led the charge, heading for the leader of the Talorians, while Milo raged and raved to one side. The champagne stallion was a tornado-sized force as he rushed towards his enemies. On Peregrine's other side, Ouusaldus wielded his axe with aplomb as he moved forward to square off with the unicorn stallion. Before him, Antiope swung her spear at the paint stallion's hide, missing him by mere inches. As Peregrine flashed his wings, stretching them as far as he could in the confined space, he suddenly wished that he had some form of weapon on him. Antiope had her spear, Ouusaldus his axe, and Milo a deep, frightening fury. But Peregrine had nothing; he had never felt so open, so naked before.
It hit him. This was his first real battle. Sure, he was War-Forged born and bred, but he'd been raised by his grandmother...and raised as a mare no less. Peregrine had never tasted his enemy's blood before. Fear surged down his spine, freezing him in place. His tail clamped tightly between his haunches, he shuffled his hooves, attempting to move his body to no avail. He was a sitting duck like this, ears flattened to his skull, eyes wide in terror. Kaia help me he begged, staring at the scene that unfolded before him. To his eyes, it seemed completely disassociated with life as a whole. Those events spreading before his eyes were separate from his body. He was little more than an observer in his mind. In reality, he was a target.
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Post by arcanaequus on Sept 2, 2016 16:14:49 GMT -6
Bucephalus
Talori Guardian
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Bucephalus stood, absolutely captivated by the sudden explosion of colour and lights. Damn he thought, looking up at the gaudy flutter of glitter, I want a helmet like that. The emotion that suddenly rose in him was jealousy and outrage, how could these curs, these feathered scum sucking wind pedlars enter his realm after everything they had already done to upset the peaceful life of the city. His ears swivelled slowly from forward to pinned as the horses exchanged some small banter. He was watching the muscles of the rainbow coloured mare, taking in the sharp glint of her golden spear. His chest started to rise and fall with his pent up rage and anticipation and he barely contained himself as one dared to spit in Taishen’s face.
He looked quickly from Taishen to the luminous Pegasus, expecting the large draft to make the first move, but the golden spear tip dropped, and all hell broke loose. Engagements broke out on either side of him and Buce drew his double bladed pike from his belt, his skin practically on fire with adrenalin and rage. Teeth, hooves, and metal flew in the ash and embers that circled from the burning armoury, but his gaze was suddenly drawn to one figure that unfurled and flashed bright wings, but them hunkered down and seemed to cower from the clash.
Buce grinned manically and spun to place himself in charging range, his nostrils flared, eyes wide and flanks rapidly rising and falling with his rampant blood lust, he charged full force at the frozen stallion leaping at the last second and stretching his neck forward and to the left, preparing to swipe right, intending to make contact with the chest of his opponent and his blade. These sky loving bastards weren’t leaving in anything other than wheelbarrows, preferably chopped into bits.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 6:51:46 GMT -6
antiope can you hear those sabers rattling
with the bones i've left behind? Her spear missed its mark by a margin scarcely wide enough for a wish to pass through; she felt the drag of air as it dashed past the Talori captain, and her gold eyes dropped to him. For a brief instant, hardly a adrenaline-rushed heartbeat long, their eyes locked with surprised respect. The rapport did not last.
His posture mimicked her own, and Antiope's keen eyes watched something truly remarkable happen. Unforeseen intensity built up in the set stance and locked joints of her opponent, the focused rage she had seldom seen in the servants of the sea goddess. Like Cascade, she often found the Talorians to be deceptively soft, with manic tempers that made them sloppy and were easily weathered. She sensed something would be different about this one; the tides in his bloodstream seemed to be changing.
Ouusaldus's deep voice boomed from one side of her while a blur of motion and feral snarling accounted for Milo. Their carefully-measured efforts were dragging this fight out; the restraint of her masked friend and the ineffectual (but wildly spectacular) flailing of her trainee were likely invisible to anyone who didn't know their unbridled capacities, but Antiope was pleased with their discipline.
There was only one thing unaccounted for.
A minimal turn of her head --and a potentially dangerous glance back-- revealed Peregrine, wide-eyed and frozen where they'd stood their ground only moments before. His courage had come as a pleasant surprise to Antiope during the first part of their mission; she had not assumed he would run out of it now. In the time-slowed perception of this intense moment, she saw the dappled beast at the Talori captain's shoulder bunch for the attack. He was gigantic, a berserker with the hurricane rage she expected of Guardians.
The water at their hooves began to dance for her opponent --unsurprising, she scoffed bitterly, but more than she wanted to deal with-- in the same moment. She felt a strange tightness in her chest and briefly thought that this was about to be one of those moments she remembered for a long time.
She dropped low to the wet earth during the captain's charge, hocks and knees buckling so that her chest brushed loam, the whiskers of her chin tickling the mud. The spear of water, sharpened in every dimension, grazed her wing shoulder before she could complete the maneuver, biting into her croup as she dropped. The feathers of her shoulder split like scales, the light bending around the rumpled iridescent surface like a crack in golden armor. Her hip suffered more, blooming into hot pain she was sure she'd feel later.
As she'd crouched, her wings tucked close and body curling sideways away from Taishen, she'd swung her golden weapon once more, but not at her opponent. The bronze handle struck out hard to the side opposite him, shin-height along the ground in the path of the dappled giant that was barreling for Peregrine. Focusing on force rather than accuracy, she attempted to crack the heavy stallion across the legs, trip him up or at least divert his attention long enough for Peregrine to find his bearing.
It was a risky and unexpected move, one that put Taishen's lunge above and behind her. Already she'd been struck; she wasn't sure the last time that had happened.
Her hamstring complained when she leaped forward from her lowered position, throwing her wings open at the top of her motion to help turn her body around. She whirled back at Taishen again, this time from the other side of the battle. Quickly gaining her bearings from the Talori side of the fight -- facing her men now and giving Peregrine an urgent and encouraging nod-- she readied her stance for another blow. 627 words | post 6 antiope's maxed out Perception talent is the reason for her doing all this Watching TM and Noticing TM lmao |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 3, 2016 13:23:13 GMT -6
Peregrine | Freedom's Flight
A mammoth. That was the biggest impression the gray stallion left on Peregrine's brain as he charged forward, a veritable moving wall of flesh. If possible, the pony stallion would have shrunk into himself more, to protect his tiny body as best he could from the attack. But still, he remained frozen. Everything seemed to slow for a moment, as the behemoth lumbered towards him, bringing certain doom with him. Peregrine could hear each heartbeat in his ears, each breath as it was dragged, painfully from his body. His eyes took in the scene before him, as Antiope turned, becoming his savior. She took a hit for him, sacrificing her own position in the battle to aid Peregrine in his fear-frozen state. Whether or not her attack on the Talorian would fall true, it was enough to jolt Peregrine from his stupor. Seeing his commander injured at his expense set off alarm bells in the gray's head, and he blinked, feeling the permafrost melt from his muscles instantly.
This was no time to stand about like some coward. Despite the Talori Guardian's size, Peregrine felt courage returning to him. He had speed, rather than size. Tucking his wings in tight, the Connemara dove to one side, scrabbling with his hooves as he attempted to find his way out of the other stallion's path. If Antiope's intervention managed to land a blow on the guardian, great. But as he launched himself away, Peregrine threw out his back hooves, hoping to land an extra kick on the dappled stallion's ribs.
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Post by arcanaequus on Sept 6, 2016 12:11:50 GMT -6
Bucephalus
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Buce bellowed with unrequited rage as the spear hilt made contact with his left forelimb and he began to suffer a rotational fall. For such a small and candy coloured malice the little hatch-ling had force behind those feathers.
He tossed all of his considerable weight to recover from going over altogether and bellowed with all his might as he swung hard to the left, teeth clamped around his double sided spear throwing his head down and across to try and slice into the shiny neck of the mallard marauder as it was lowered. His knee hit the floor hard, pain shot through him like knives and ice, but it didn't matter, the rage and adrenalin fuelled him now. If the head comes off, maybe I can have the helmet, he thought darkly with the most imperceptible smirk in the split second before potential contact.
His head violently jerked up as two little hooves cracked down into his now pivoted and lowered barrel, he felt the bones fracture and his previously beautiful aim for the jugular of the rainbow feather duster now sped less harmfully towards the vertebrae surrounding meat of Antiope's neck.
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Post by Jennycallie on Sept 8, 2016 19:37:16 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
He had been anticipating evasive maneuvers (whatever else these rabble rousers were, they certainly were not fools) but he had not been anticipating those maneuvers. Dropping down and turning her attention away from him, dismissing him like rain off her feathers? That mangy flea-ridden excuse of a feather-
Berating Antiope thoroughly and silently, Taishen struggled to adjust his own course, hocks straining as he wrenched his body around to avoid a dangerous collision with the feathered mare. Her back was to him (arrogant daughter of a-) but before Taishen could fully capitalize on the opportunity, the mare had strained forward, her spear lashing out not at Tai, but at Bucephalus. For a heartbeat, Tai’s own concentration was broken as his gaze was drawn inexorably towards the point of impact. And impact it was- with an earth sundering bellow, the mighty grey stallion tripped, and nearly went down. Fear for the Guardian was quickly swept away by the surging tide of fury, and in answer to Taishen’s rage, the sky above him darkened to a sullen, ominous grey and a cold rain began to fall, fat silver bullets that soaked everyone but Tai himself. He shouted a wordless cry, and a sheet of water curved, adding to the momentum required to keep Bucephalous on his massive hooves- but into the lighting quick lunge of the grey pegasus’ kick, even as the Guardian had begun his own attack towards Antiope.
Knocked off-balance, Bucephalous’ aim went wide but Taishen did not see that, did not notice that- instead he was leaping forwards, his hooves splashing violently into the rain soaked earth and sending missiles of water towards Antiope, attempting to bring the iridescent mare down- but she was not his true goal. Trusting the rain and the chaos (and Bucephalous) to distract the pegagus captain, Taishen was crafting another spear of water that coalesced into being in front of his burning eyes, before speeding towards Peregrine- and Taishen was only a breath behind it, attempting to slam the smaller stallion as the water knocked him off balance.
Antiope had turned her back on him to save Peregrine; now Tai attempted the same gambit to wound him.
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OOC: Totally up to you, Val, if Peregrine gets hit or not!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 9:33:16 GMT -6
antiope you're going to wish you hadn't run As she'd predicted, the world around them fell immediately into chaos. The giant toppled, pushed over his balance by Peregrine's well-timed attack (she nearly cheered for the young soldier) as the sky split open into rain. Water courseed off of Antiope's brow and down her cheeks in her helmet's ornate grooves, but she squinted through the sudden downpour at the fight around her, the bodies seemingly stopped in time for a moment while she took in their trajectory.
These days, there was not much Antiope didn't see.
A wave swept Bucephalus back onto his feet and the mare cursed as she leaped to the ready, eyes on his swinging weapon. The captain had continued past her when they swapped places on the lineup, and she had failed to regain his attention; her golden eyes flipped to the spear of water that had scored her hip. Peregrine, it seemed, would not have time to celebrate his victory over goliath.
"PEREGRINE," her voice rose over the din in a deep bark as she swung her neck under the path of Bucephalus's botched swipe. A hefty beast like him could not outspeed her, particularly when her soldier had knocked his weapon out of alignment; she was not prepared to be struck twice in one battle so easily. "GET DOWN." She did not have time to look for Milo and Ouusaldus; Milo was so often immune to the pain of combat, and had a veteran looking out for him. She could not spare the attention for them while she struggled to keep herself and the young Peregrine alive.
The gash on her croup gaped --pain howling through her leg and back-- as she rocked back onto her hind feet, slamming her wings open to hold her in an impressive rear before Bucephalus as he righted himself. Pelted by rain, she aimed her golden spear over the back of the dappled giant, and leveled it onto a path for Talori captain. Collecting her weight in her abdomen and taking a steadying breath, she loosed it in a mighty, arcing throw for Taishen's exposed back. It was all she could do from here.
Now unarmed and facing Bucephalus's certain rage, Antiope echoed his bellow with a roar from her gut. Shaking water off of her rainbow wings, her feathers dark with rain, she craned her neck, eyes wide to mimic the frightening wildness of her patron sky goddess. The Talori saw Alya as carefree, saw Cascade as kind and giving, but Antiope had seen the true face of divinity on that solstice years ago; gods did not smile and sing.
Gods screamed.
Antiope did not have her spear now, but Alya had given her all she needed to face the giant. "FIGHT ME," she ordered the beast, and brought her forelegs back to earth, shook the blood from her back. She lowered her head like a bull to the charge, the points of her pronged helmet blocking the view of her shoulders.
Her bronze hooves churning the wet loam at their feet, she tucked her wings for the attack, moving to meet the dappled Guardian head-on. 520 words | post 7 summary: ducked Bucephalus's swipe, yelled at peregrine to hit the deck, reared up to throw her spear at Taishen's back, thought about how much her butt is hurting, went into beast mode and charged at Bucephalus |
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Post by PaganStars on Sept 11, 2016 14:00:19 GMT -6
Ouusaldus | Vagabond, The Flock, Heavy Solider
Oouusaldus didn't have tme to worry about the others, his attention on the horned horse infront of him. As Ouusladus skittered to a stop, he turned quickly to face him once more, eyes narrow as he readied his axe infront of him, wings prone but close to his body. The horn had barely scrapped by his flight feathers, almost knocking one out of place and Ouusaldus could feel the almost ticklish sensation of it hanging there, ready to be pulled out. He wouldn't let the stallion get the chance. But then his horn was glowing as Ouusaldus faltered for just a moment, eyes widening as the stallion suddenly lashed forward with the determination of a thousand winds. With little time to step back, Ouusaldus steadied his stance and locked his legs, rearing slightly and striking out at the stallion as they collided, teeth flashing against the moon light. Whether the knife made contact or not, Ouusaldus could not tell, his axe pinned between them as he used the staff part to push back, wings flaring up.
With a whip of his neck, Ouusaldus brought his head hard against the unicorns, aiming low and hoping to crack a bone in his skull. Of course, it hurt him as well and he swore he could hear ringing in his ears, but he knew the mask would make some damage eventually. Stepping back, Ouusaldus kicked his fornt legs out hard and finally pushed away from the stallion, not faltering as he raised his axe and swung in retation. He couldn't let his axe get pinned like that agian. But then it was raining and Ouusaldus had to blink as the droplets folded down his mask. He didn't take the time to glance around, too preoccuipied in his own fight. He only hoped the others were doing well.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Sept 13, 2016 7:09:57 GMT -6
Peregrine | Flock Member
The rush, the thrill of bringing down the enormous gray stallion hit Peregrine, filling him from hoof to wingtip with a buzzing energy. Energy he could use to gather himself for a new attack. Now that the leviathan was out of the way, he could focus on repaying Antiope for saving him once already. Rain, painful, accosting rain, began to rush down from the heavens, stinging Peregrine's unprotected skin. It sent shivers down his spine, but did little to cool the heat of battle. With bared teeth, Peregrine wheeled, searching in the fray for his next target.
Apparently, it would come to him. Antiope screamed her warning, perhaps saving Peregrine's life a second time in that battle. Without a second thought, the stallion indeed did hit the deck, but his movements were too slow to altogether save him. While fighting on the ground, he had felt his wings become cumbersome and useless, less like appendages and more like broken attachments to his spine. It was only in the sky that he felt he could wield them effectively. And that was the reason he forgot to close them, instead letting them flap wildly as he struggled not to fall all the way over. Tai's water spear flew true, and Peregrine felt a sudden, jagged pain in his right wing. With a hoarse screech, Peregrine tucked his wings in, staring in horror as blood spurted from the clean, gaping hole in his wing. Pain registered. Peregrine, squealing again, struggled to his feet. Now, he was angry.
"If I'd wanted a piercing there, I'd have gotten one," the mealy gray snarled, yellow eyes blazing. With his wing tucked close to his side to protect it, he pawed the earth, eyes on Taishen. Stumbling a bit, because of his off-balance wing, Peregrine lunged forward, following in Antiope's hoofsteps. That water-wielding whelp was going to get it.
WC: 312
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