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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:33:19 GMT -6
 "We need to push further into the forest. We haven't found any reliable trails yet, and something tells me that if we're going to catch any of those bastards, it'll be in the heart of the swamp." Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 205: A Vanishing!
Team Leader: Quince
Co-leader: Sa'ida
Participants: Alyx, Beyond, Theseus, Valerius
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:48:46 GMT -6
Darkwater Swamp was not a place often traversed for pleasure, let alone traversed at all. It was a dismal, haunting place; this much was known by any horse who had set hoof in the shadowy marsh. Aodhians knew to steer clear of its way when making trips out of Eithne, but some were more desperate than others. This much was especially true for Vagabonds. It was not surprising to find a company of chevaliers here, especially after the events that had ruined the celebration of the New Year, leaving Aodh in a critical crisis. However, Aodh was not a place for milk-drinking foals. The chevaliers trained here were hefty, determined, and sharp. Therefore, it was without complaint that these horses pursued an invisible enemy. They based their tactics upon faith and skill, and soon enough, it would bring them some answers. The patrol progressed into the swamp, and each step felt heavier than the last. This could be said for every member of the party. They had not been here long, and scrutinizing the swamp seemed to prove harder than anticipated. It was to be expected — no horse in their right mind would make trips to the swamp frequently enough to expertly understand the layout. Though they still had plenty energy, things were ever dull, and it was hardly easy to make conversation during such a stressful mission. Quince made what he could of a landing. The trees in the swamp weren't exactly welcoming, especially towards a pegasus with a wingspan pushing twenty feet. This particular pegasus had been grazing the treetops in an attempt to spot any sort of movement in the underbrush, specifically to catch an unsuspecting horse off guard. Vagabonds weren't stupid; Darkwater swamp was a terrible place to be, which is why it made the perfect place to hide. With a gentle toss of his nose, he reproached his comrades with a solemn wave of his tail feathers. "Nothing." Something nobody wanted to hear. So far, the group had been unsuccessful in finding out any hideaways. Eager to bring some unanswered questions to light, they had not been searching long, as they had only just arrived an hour beforehand. With every horse probing the territory as best they could, things did not move particularly quickly. It could be assumed that every horse felt responsible for bringing back good news to their herd. Quince, in particular, felt especially so. He had been hoof-picked to lead this patrol, and it felt only certain to him that they must return with exceptional information. Even though they had uncovered any traces of Vagabonds so far, the determined stallion would not give up so easily. He was confident in himself enough already, but he too understood that working with other chevaliers was an essential asset to finding what they needed to find. He couldn't say that he knew any of the chevaliers that had joined him extremely well; he'd seen them around the city once or twice, some more than others, but not enough to consider them acquaintances. Hopefully, they were just as willing as he was to work together to find these Vagabonds. So far, everyone had been eager to search, which came as a relief to Quince. "We need to push further into the forest. We haven't found any reliable trails yet, and something tells me that if we're going to catch any of those bastards, it'll be in the heart of the swamp." --------------
Post 1, Quince
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 19:03:10 GMT -6
Chevalier patrols have been doubled since the Vindicator attack. Your group has been tasked with scouting Darkwater Swamp. Vagabonds occasionally hide here, thinking themselves safe from capture due to the swamp’s dangerous reputation. Should you come across any of these wanderers, your orders are to capture them - dead or alive. It has been some time since the patrol began, and thus far your group has come across no quarry. The insects are biting, the ground is soft and sticky, and you can’t help but feel there are eyes watching you from the trees. Nonetheless, you continue on, ever hopeful that something will break the boredom of an uneventful patrol.
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Post by savannauni on Aug 5, 2016 23:11:54 GMT -6
It was humid to say the least. His own forelock had started to stick to his forehead, much to his annoyance. The patrol Theseus was apart of has been looking for what felt like days, but in reality was simply a couple of hours.
"I think we've passed this exact tree 3 times already.. But then again they all look alike." He grumbled as the patrol leader, Quince, returned. He had nothing against anyone here but felt rather useless in this swamp. Theo was no tracker and knew better than to say he was, his skills lie in his blades and his strategies, not looking for signs of life by seeing the indent in mud or noticing the over turning of a stone in a panicked sprint. As Quince told the group they'd have to push further in Theo nodded his head in agreement. "An excellent idea." He said believing in the Pegasus' comment. After walking off again he looked to his "big sis" Alyx and gave her a half smile before giving her a friendly nudge with his shoulder. He was glad to know someone this time on the patrol. The last time he was thrown into chaos he knew no one, which only proved difficult for him to attempt to stay with his group.
After a moment Theseus trotted up closer to the leader, he had not been given a chance to introduce himself everything had simply happened to fast. "Sir, if needed I can help smoke them out." He said as energy ripped off him. The electricity has become like a 2nd nature to him, he barley even had to will it. The lighting just knew what he was thinking. Of course this also caused issues when he was mad, but other than that it was never a bother or particularly energy draining. After telling quince that he dropped back next to Alyx and continued to trot through the mud, trying not to splash in it to much.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Aug 6, 2016 2:09:19 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
The brightly coated mare snapped her hoof quickly back when she felt it sinking too deep into the mud, her brows going down in frustration as she mumbled something along the lines of 'being too old for this', but it wasn't like anyone cared. How inconvenient, and disgusting. She didn't understand why any life form would be interested in living in these kinds of conditions, but truth be told, the Vagabonds never struck her as people who had high health standards. And with this thought, she lets a snort of laughter escape her lips. The mare trudged behind the leader of the small party, someone she barely even knew but decided if the Commander put him in charge of their group then he was to be trusted. She didn't really know anyone among the group, except for the younger stallion that nudged her one the shoulder. Taking the simple quester as either a form of encouragement or just a comforting touch, the mare gave a soft smile towards the 21-year-old before turning her attention back towards the thick trees that dotted the landscape.
The thick brush that one could barely move through made her slightly uneasy as she stepped over a few stray branches that had fallen into their makeshift path. The mare felt rather uneasy within such a compacted space, the trees that loomed over them didn't leave them very much space to move about- not that it affected her in any way, but a pitiful look was shot towards the leader, noticing the tight space couldn't be doing wonders to the wings upon his back. But, as she let out another frustrated huff of air, she knew that part came with the job of agreeing to protect their precious nation and everyone that lived within it.
Alyx shook her head roughly from side to side as she tried to remind herself it would be better to focus on the task at hand then let her mind wonder. Pausing to stick her head through a few bushes, it was just a failed attempt to get her nerves to calm down. The hairs on the back of her neck still stood up as her nerves were not to put to any sort of rest as that feeling of still being watched lingered over her shoulders. Snorting at the comment of how Theseus would smoke them out, as he put it, was not something she was particularly fond of but she pushed it to the back of her mind for she knew the younger stallion only had the best intentions.
Oh, this was going to be one hell of a day.
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Post by annowre on Aug 6, 2016 7:21:53 GMT -6
Valerius | Chevalier
The stallion had been surprised when he was assigned this mission, but he wasn't unhappy about it. On the contrary, he enjoyed getting out of the city, it reminded him of his time at the outpost. And with the king and his companions away on business in Breim, security at the palace wasn't as necessary, even with the Royal Christening. Even though he had grown accustomed to working as a guard in the palace, that didn't mean he had forgotten how to manage on patrols and missions. Quite the opposite in fact.
Unlike his companions, Valerius wasn't having too terrible a time. Yes it was difficult for the large stallion to be in such a confining space, but at least he didn't have to deal with the mud. The stallion had used his earth manipulation to harden the mud under his hooves for the duration of their expedition thus far, so he was relatively clean compared to his comrades. It was quite a nice change from the last time he'd been tasked with entering the swamp. His time at the outpost this last year had done wonders for his abilities.
The leader of the group landed through a small break in the trees, stating he hadn't seen any signs of activity in the swamp. They would be pushing further in. The stallion didn't have any problem with that, but the muck would get deeper, more treacherous. He followed after the group as they walked off, hearing the other chevalier his age complain about the circumstances and then go on to say he would "smoke out" the vagabonds caused his stomach to turn. How unprofessional. They were chevaliers, not children nagging their parents about how long it would take to get where they were going.
Valerius stepped forward as the mud grew a bit deeper, standing on top of the soft earth. "Sir," he said, addressing Quince, "I could harden the path for everyone. Make the swamp easier, and faster to traverse." At the rate they were going it was going to take all day to get to the center of the swamp. Not to mention traveling this way would likely help conserve everyones strength for when they came across any vagabonds.
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Post by Rainfalle on Aug 6, 2016 12:41:31 GMT -6
Quince, Post 2 Word Count: 619
All of the above was true. It was warm and the air was thick with condensation. The further into the forest they pushed, the closer trees grew, and that meant less breathing and moving space. However, this was hardly something to complain about. Things could have been much worse. Surely the Aodhian herd had Ignacio's full attention by now, and their faith in the fire god counted for something. The horses native to Valore were still able-bodied and ready to fight for their land and people, which was certainly a blessing in itself. They would live to fight another day, and gladly. If they weren't already convinced that the gods were on their side, they must be now. This patrol in particular had been assigned at least three horses with blessings; a clear sign that they had plenty of luck. Their search had not been spontaneous, but it might've felt like it. They hadn't found anything yet. Vagabonds were natural survivors and made use of the wild, but it seemed incredible that they had not left a trace in this mud. Perhaps there were more pegasi involved than he thought. It was with curiosity that he studied the younger stallion whom had approached him. He was decorated in a golden collar and, as Quince began to later notice, a scar or two here and there. It was an upsetting thing to see. No horse should bear scars at such a youthful time in their lifespan. However, without wasting another thought on the matter, he fixed his attention to the stallion's suggestion. An odd one, to say the least. However, he wasn't in the mood to pass out reprimanding comments. With a dismissive swish of his tail, Quince glanced around, head held high to see above the dull brown greenery. "I don't think that will be necessary. Or, at least not yet. The trees don't provide a... well, particularly spacious environment. The last thing we need is to be walking blind." He admired the stallion's anticipation to help progress the mission, sure, but slowing down wasn't something they could risk, not now. Because they were so far behind their enemies, they needed to make up for the lost time by doubling their speed and tripling their perseverance. Another horse approached him, this time a bulky stallion; more specifically, a unicorn. He'd recognized the chevalier at the near beginning of the trip. Quince believed that the stallion took a tendency to practicing his duties at the palace. However, as the king and his court were away in Sirith, he supposed this stallion had time to spare, It was evident that he was about the same age as Theseus, and this brought curiosity to his conscience. Perhaps they shared a similar, youthful determination. An eager group should prove to move with haste in contrast to a reluctant one. Spare the philosophic analysis, though. This was no time to be thinking around the main cause; complete the mission. Seek out the Vagabonds. Luckily, his mind moved quickly enough so that little to no time elapsed while running over these thoughts, so it wasn't a real problem. Offering his full attention to Valerius, he pricked his ears. Mud pulled and groped at their hooves with an eager goal to keep them stuck. It seemed like the ground was working against them alongside the Vagabonds. To harden the earth would definitely make things faster. "Earth manipulation, eh? I like the sound of that. But, and I ask as realistically as I may, would it be possible to undo these effects after we have passed on? We're looking for a trail, but we're leaving one behind us as well, and an ambush would be very unwelcome." |
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 6, 2016 16:31:36 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond trailed behind, disgruntled by her surroundings. Used to the cobbled streets of new Valore this swamp was an uncomfortable change of scenery. She flicked her tail away from another stagnant pool of murky water and curled her lip with disgust, why did the king do this to her? She longed to be patrolling the palace, the crucible, or anywhere with some vague sense of hygene, even just an open clearing would be deeply welcome, preferably without a floor that sucked you hungrily under.
She eyed the rest of the group warily, she didn't recognise any of them except the stallion leading them, and she'd never even spoken to him before, to be completely honest she was a little jealous of his wings, but that was the same for all pegasi, and she certainly wasn't going to admit that to anyone. To be honest most of the group made her feel rather useless, they seemed far more skilled than her with blessings and horns and wings. She looked up expectantly when the leader landed, maybe there would be news, something to distract her from the dullness of the swamp. “Nothing” she sighed at his words. There was no one here, she was almost sure of it, but if their was some dirty scoundrel hiding amongst the rotting marshes, she would find him and kill him as brutally as she could in vengeance for being dragged out into this hellhole.
Anger welled in her chest but she kept her mouth firmly shut, her sharp tongue was not going to cut this silence. She took another step and leapt back as her hoof sunk deep into a patch of what seemed to be moss but was now obviously thick, sloppy mud. She shook of her hoof with a scowl, but as she did so she glimpsed a flash of movement to her left. She spun to inspect what she had found. A wren peered back at her from the brush, she sent a spattering of mud at it, but the bird was gone before the mud even got halfway. She scowled even deeper and kicked angrily at the soft ground. This was pointless, they should be protecting the king! Not searching for long-gone vagabonds.
Beyond knew she had been given this job for a reason, and she reminded herself quickly that she had to bring back good news to the king, if she came back with nothing the disgrace would be to much to bear, she'd barely got this far, one slip could lose her everything. She poked at the closest bushes c’mon you stupid wretches! Show your faces you cowards! She thought bitterly as she scanned the surrounding marshes. Raising her head she whispered beseechingly “Ignacio please send me guidance”.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Aug 6, 2016 18:45:39 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
Oh, gods. These men are their stupid ideas to destroy the forest. Do they want Kaia to come down upon them with a wrath? Oh, Ignacio, I'm too old for this.
The mare snorts to herself as she thinks of how blessings can be such burdens sometimes. Although, she expected nothing less for the young common horse that had insisted that they smoke the Vagabonds out- how typical of him. But instead of letting herself get worked up, and letting the fire behind her eyes spark underneath the cool green tones. How disgusting, the thought rushed through her mind once again as she swished her lion-like tail behind her, allowing the white strands of hair to swish a cool breeze onto her back, a slight comfort in the humidity of the swamp.
"How about we not let ourselves get discovered by the Vagabonds?" She snorted, "They most likely already know we are here, let's not make ourselves an open target," She let her sentence end with a slight hint of annoyance underneath it. Silly younglings, she thought referring to the younger stallions that were traveling within the small group. Oh, how they seemed to full of the eagerness to please the leader, and their nation as a whole. She could see the fire burning behind their eyes, and found herself wondering how long it would take before that flame burned out and flickered away. They seemed as if they only had the best intentions for the small group. But, if the truth was to be said, Alyx didn't want to have to deal with a confrontation right now. She didn't want to watch the septum be ripped from Theseus' nostrils or Quince be dragged down to the ground by his wings- no, in truth, she wanted them to all make it out safe and unharmed. Which meant draw the least attention to their small group, which meant no fires and no leaving trails in their wake. Which meant Theseus was not allowed to smoke out the damned Vagabonds, and if Valerius' blessing left a trail behind them then it certainly wouldn't be allowed.
She closed her mouth for the moment, no longer wanting to speak her opinion on the matter as she ducked her head in and out of the openings between the trees and bushes. Always on alert, and always ready for an attack. These damned birds that danced their ways through the thick branches made her flinch at any slight movement of the leaves, any sound made the skin along her neck crawl and her hair stand up in anticipation. Anticipation for an attack, to be brutally torn limb from limb, after all, if there were any of those sick Vagabonds lurking within these woods it wouldn't be long before their lives were put on the line.
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Post by annowre on Aug 7, 2016 15:34:22 GMT -6
Valerius | Chevalier
Their leader seemed to like the idea, but asked if he could make it so the trail wouldn't be traceable. Before he had a chance to answer and older female perked up, stating that they shouldn't let themselves be discovered, and the other female seemed irritated as well. Valerius snorted, determined to prove the older mare wrong. Both mares and the other stallion his own age seemed irritated, as if they were annoyed they had been sent on this mission. How ridiculous. They were chevaliers. They went where they were required, and they should do it with dignity and without being whining children. This was their duty, what they had trained and worked for. They should be proud to be here, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
He took a moment to harden and soften the earth around him to test his theory. "It shouldn't be a problem. As soon as we pass I can return the mud to its original state," he said, taking a few steps forward to show the earth hardening before him then softening back as he passed. "Though I can only manage this at a walking or marching pace. If we need to run I won't be able to maintain it." If he didn't have at least one hoof on the surface, his ability wouldn't work. The young chevalier wasn't skilled enough to manipulate earth he wasn't in direct contact with.
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ooc// sorry it's so short. my muse is meh.
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Post by savannauni on Aug 7, 2016 18:24:58 GMT -6
Theseus' celadon green eyes continuously flicked over the dense fauna of the forest. He managed to stifle a yawn and looked back at Beyond. Sure, Theseus could be seen as active and passionate but this horse seemed to explode with raw unnameable energy. Hearing Alyx speak he looked to her. A small smirk pulled at his lips as he said in a low voice "would if they're right beyond our vision, waiting for the right moment to-" the sound of a bird's wings cut off his attempt at a horror story as the crow let out an angry squawk before finding a new place to settle. This place was now giving Theo the chills, and then he noticed how silent the mud filled forest was. He rolled his withers as he continued on pushing the unsettling feeling deep into his stomach.
'If I were a vagabond where would I hide?' He thought. The only answer he could come up with was on the fridge where one could sneak into the heart of the forest as easily as flee from it. Hearing Valerius speak again he looked to the other stallion. ‘He's too cocky.. No, no pushy.. Or would it be hasty?’ He thought to himself. Theseus probably wasn't as strong as the stallion, instead he relied more on his strategizing and decision making he was sure Ignacio had blessed himself. And in this Demario quince was right they ought to work smarter not harder. If they played their cards right they could get the vagabonds to run right into a trap, but there was no place to put one unless they wanted to create an ambush.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 21:39:23 GMT -6
They had been disappearing.
What they were, or their reason for being here, Sa'ida didnt know.
All she knew was those little balls of light had helped her many times, guiding her through the darkness of her swampy home whenever she had gotten lost or sidetracked. They were her friends, one could say, but now her friends were suddenly.. leaving.
Darkwater Swamp was not a place for the faint of heart. Not even starting with the alligator infested waters and the bug ridden humid air, but just the place itself was spooky. The breeze caused the trees to howl, the fog making it almost impossible to see ones hooves. Branches and roots from both live and dead trees would stretch out and grab at the ankles of intruders. While this may be a complete turn off for most sane equines, this was exactly the place the young dun mare loved to call home. Her nimble cloven hooves expertly trekked through the deep mud of the swamp, murky water splashing against her belly as she easily popped over stray logs and tree branches when they tried to trip her up. Her long tail dragged behind her in the debris, picking up whatever weeds and sticks wanted to weave themselves into her hair. Bright orange eyes sat determined under the deer skull she wore on her face, her head tipped just enough to keep the horns from entangling in any hanging vines.
She was a mare on a mission.
A mission to find the wisps.
Her journey suddenly halted as the soft sound of hushed voices reached her ears. Curiosity struck the young mare as she slowly started making her way toward the sound, her head held low and steps quiet as she slunk through the swamp like a snake; almost silent. She fell upon the group, keeping her distance behind them in order to observe. She was unsure of what they were doing in a place such as Darkwater- surely these were fools on a hunt to get killed! The size of their group did give her reason for concern.
Did they know of the wisps too? Are the wisps in trouble?
She was about to pick up a trot to approach them when their words met her ears.
"Sir, if needed I can help smoke them out."
Them? Who was them?
"How about we not let ourselves get discovered by the Vagabonds?"
The mare's teeth gritted together as it suddenly dawned on her: they were those damned Aodhians, and now they were in her swamp! Anger swelled over the mare as she started thinking of ways to trap them.. to kill them. She wanted to charge right over and take them all out right here and now! But no.. that would be a stupid move. They could easily overpower her..
A grin crossed he mare's face as she thought up the perfect plan: the gators. She could lure them deeper into the swamp and let the alligators take care of them- thats it! Slowly, she crept up behind the group, pausing with her muzzle hovering over the rump of the sorry soul that had pulled the short straw and was at he back of the group. She let out a loud cackle, her shrill voice booming across the eerie silence of the swamp. "Looking for Vagabonds, are we?" She shouted, slamming her hooves into the mud and letting it splash up against her sides and chest. Her bright orange eyes were wild as she stared wide-eyed at the group before her, her head held high and tongue coursing across her lips. "Lets play!" Another sharp giggle erupted from the small mare before she splashed mud at the closest horse with a swipe of her long tail, and turned on her heels. Expertly placed foot steps carried her easily toward the center of the swamp, a large grin playing across amused features.
She gave one glance back, hoping to catch their reactions.
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 8, 2016 4:34:34 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond proceeded slowly after the others, the swamp seemed eerily quiet all of a sudden. She ignored it. She sighed, this was very dull, but she would not give up. She had to bring back a vagabond wretch for her king. With that thought she pushed determinedly on. As she plowed her way through a patch of muck she noticed one of the stallions looking at her, she raised an eyebrow questioningly but he turned to reply to Alyxs comment. I wish someone would start up a bit if conversation, all this silence doesn't help the chill of this swamp. The stallion started up conversation just as she finished her thought, ugh, what's his name? She thought with a frown. But she was distracted again by a crow. Theseus, that was it. She smirked at his obvious discomfort. But her smirk vanished quickly as she heard what sounded like a soft hoof fall, her ears pricked as she paused mid step, her heart beat loud. She dismissed it as a frog of some sort. But as she continued she became less sure. The air was still and as stagnant as the pools of muck that surrounded them, suddenly a soft breath of air brushed her rump.
Beyond froze as a booming cackle came from behind her. She spun sharply, sending a long, arcing spray of muck across her fellow chevaliers. “Looking for vagabonds are we?” Came a sharp voice. And suddenly she was looking down her nose at small, wild eyed mare. “Let's play!” The mare giggled, sending a spray of mud up Beyonds neck, and she was off. Beyonds ears snapped back as she leapt forward after the mare. Her mind moved quicker than she thought possible, she would likely be faster than the mare, but definitely not even near as agile and her long legs would be easily trapped in the twisted undergrowth. So instead of pursuing the fiery mare Beyond extended her neck like a snake striking, her teeth snapped firmly over the tip of the mares silky tail. Not that it did much but to leave her with a mouth full of hair which she spat with disgust into the mud as pieces tickled her throat. There was no way she was going to chase this wretch into who knows what horrors she thought as her eyes glowed with rage, at least not without Quinces permission.
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Post by Rainfalle on Aug 8, 2016 21:09:14 GMT -6
Quince, Post 3 Word Count: 635
Too late. Pinning his ears back, he glanced over his shoulder. Something felt terribly off. The swamp felt quieter, darker, and smaller than it had before. It wasn't until he heard a faint, ghastly laugh that he understood what was wrong. They weren't alone. His sharp eyes quickly peered through his comrades. It was here, at the tail of the group, that he found what he was looking for. A mare was trailing behind them. Her pelt was nearly unrecognizable in regards of color due to the amount of mud splattered on her lean body. He quickly understood that she did not belong in Aodh. Her head was adorned with what appeared to be the skull of a deer. Its antlers jutted out atop her head, and her long tail whipped around slinging mud as she cantered off into the swamp. Finally! They had found their prize. She was heavily outnumbered, but not if she was leading them towards her allies. It was time to think quickly. Without a second thought, he pinned his ears back, and whinnied to the horses around him. "She mustn't escape! Go!" And with a small jerk, he ushered the other chevaliers in her direction. There was no time to waste watching her run off, especially not after making fun of their trip. This wasn't a game. This was war. How dare she treat it so irrelevantly. Cantering through the marsh seemed impossible. The fog was thick and the trees were thicker. The humidity and mud weighed him down, and it was soon clear to him that this was rapidly growing defective. At least, in his case. Quince would never keep pace with his bulky wings. Walking was one thing, but there was no way he could keep up with her in these conditions. He was in need of an immediate plan, and luckily, he had an idea. It wasn't the most professional, nor the most effective, but it would have to do. Turning to the horse nearest him, he passed on his thoughts. "Valerius! I need you to listen closely. Spread out and flank her: we need to be prepared in case she decides to make any quick turns. I'm only slowing things down from the ground, so I'm going to go back up to keep pace. Remember: she doesn't need to be alive when we bring her to the city. Do what you must." Without further ado, the pegasus stallion made a swift leap towards the nearest gap in the canopy. With one swift, experienced beat of his wings, he disappeared above the treeline. A bit unbalanced, he faltered in the air, dropped a few feet, but hastily spread his wings and easily restored them to their full potential. This was much easier. It was, perhaps, mere luck that Quince had taken a liking to the art of perception. He had a sensible idea of where the mare was going; no doubt she'd lead them to the very center of the swamp. If there were any other enemies awaiting them, it would be there. Hopefully he could keep his eyes fixed on her through this fog. It wouldn't be easy, but it was better than bruising his wings or getting stuck between trees. That would be unfortunate. Nevertheless, his adrenaline came to him quickly, and his veins were on the brink of bursting with anger. There was no way they could let her get away. She was one of the horses who'd participated in this mess. Horses had been injured, and that was enough to motivate him. Gliding above the treetops, he occasionally caught a glimpse of the mare between the deep green leaves of the swamp. It was hard to keep up. Hopefully, the chevaliers below were making progress on her. |
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Post by savannauni on Aug 8, 2016 21:26:39 GMT -6
"Looking for vagabonds are we?" Was all the stallion needed to hear before his smirk fell. 'Oh no' he thought and performed the quickest turn of his life to see a vagabond in front of him. She looked psychotic, maybe it was the deer, or horse, skull sitting on her face. Or maybe it was the frenzied look of pure unbridled excitement she held, like a foal that just found a chest full of candy. As she splashed mud and invited them to chase her he was dumb founded. Then as she turned he took a step forward letting the lightning around him crackle before sending a bolt after the mare. But didn't go a step further as he looked to Quince for an ok. "Sir?" He called urgently, all he needed was a nod, something to let him know it was alright to go after this heathen and split her skull with his hooves. As he looked back he saw the mare Beyond start to take off "wait!" He cried but she did, most likely on her own. Now they looked back at Quince with hungry, vengeful eyes. Everyone rearing to capture the vagabond, to take a hold of this adventure that was starting to unfold. He couldn't control the Lightning that now danced around his body in unbelievable patterns as if fed off his adrenaline.
With Quinces ok Theseus raced towards the mare, his hooves tearing up the soft earth as his lighting shrouded body bristled with energy. "Come out little mare!" He called, deciding to be apart of her game after all. "Come on little mare, don't you just feel electric?" He hissed at the end as he got closer and lightning shot out again. "Because I do." He his voice boomed like a sound wave. Theo was now close enough to grab the tip of hair at the end of her lion like tail. "I thought you wanted to play!" He called.
As he grew closer he snapped at her hindquarters.
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 9, 2016 1:17:05 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond was off, the moment Quinces mouth had formed the word go she had bolted, hoves skidding through the muck and neck stretched towards her foe. Her fury kicked in as adrenaline rushed through her. Nothing could hold her back now, not even Ignacio himself. She may not have wings, but for now she could fly, her blood gave her the strength and skill to fly across the stagnant waters like a falcon diving for its prey. Nothing would get between her and her prey.
Her eyes shone with dark delight. This was always her favourite part of being a chevalier, chasing down and catching or killing the prey, or in this case the wretched little vagabond that danced before her, growing closer every moment. The undergrowth snapped and grabbed at her hooves, but slipped off the smooth metal of her bracers as she charged headlong after the horned scoundrel. Her head shattering the branches above and her hooves crushing the undergrowth, clearing a path for the others, noise did not matter to her now.
Beyond felt her mane floating eerily with static as Theseus approached. The electricity crackled in his voice as she heard him called teasingly to the mare. Beyond leapt further, her strides growing longer as she made way for him and the others. She then, with much difficulty, the mare being incredibly agile, drew up beside the mares flanks, she now noted the mare was absolutely minuscule, but what did that matter? She was going to die anyway.
Beyond lurched, her teeth tearing at flesh cruelly as she flung out her front hooves to tear at the backs of the mares legs, only one actually hitting its mark, the other sinking deep into the mud, slowing her down for a moment. For a moment she managed to lean close to the dancing demon “I'm going to crush your precious skull beneath my hooves wretch” she hissed with unbridled joy.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Aug 9, 2016 12:45:11 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
You are not alone.
The thought rushed through the mare's head, taking over her entire being like a raging wildfire. It sparked her nerves and sent her hairs up on their ends as her instinctive behaviors rushed through her. Snapping her head around quickly, she saw the figure of a mare decorated in what she could only hope was a deer skull, and not the skull of a fellow equines manipulated into a 'fashionable' headpiece. Vagabond. The word left a disgusted feeling within her mind as she felt the heat arises from her green orbs. Let's set her ablaze, shall we?
Hearing the word 'go' fall from Quince's mouth, she felt her legs spring into action. The disgusting humidity of the air was all but a thing of the past now as she glided over the mud. The chevalier didn't miss a beat as she kept up with the younger members of the group. She might be too old for some things, but the thrill of the chase always got her blood pumping and her adrenaline rushing through her veins. Letting her eyes dart from each member that were now almost on the mare's heels. She flickered as she listened to the way Theseus's commented on how he should send the mare up into sparks. She watched as Beyond latched onto the skin of the mare, tearing a small chunk of skin. Feeling her stomach churn in a slight disgust - the sight of blood was something that always made her sick - but before she could let her stomach upchuck her last meal, she reminded herself that this was war, that this damned mare deserved every last ounce of pain that was thrown upon her.
So with a loud snort, she sent herself speeding towards the mare, desperately trying to close the ground between the fugitive and the small team of Chevalier. Oh, this mare was going to be in for it whenever they caught up. More than like she wouldn't live to tell the tale of how she was chased down by Valore's most powerful warriors. No, they wouldn't give her that privilege. So, the older mare called out a few words of encouragement as she tried to keep the mare in her line of sight. "Do not let her get way," Those were the last words she let fall from her mouth before she focused all her energy on destroying this mare.
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Post by annowre on Aug 9, 2016 18:32:53 GMT -6
Valerius | Chevalier
Before Valerius had a chance to implement a walking path, the swamp went dead quiet. No birds, no frogs, not even insects made a sound. An eerie feeling went through the stallion, and he tensed, readying for whatever may come. But he was not expecting the quiet, sickening voice that came from behind them.
All at once the group was a flurry of movement. Quince gave the command to give chase, and the three did. Valerius himself was about to charge off himself when he heard their leader call his name. The brute kept pace with the pegasus and listened to his instructions. "Understood sir!" he replied, watching the stallion jump above the canopy. With his orders set, Valerius charged ahead, veering left of the rest of the group. They were following directly behind the vagabond mare. What if she was leading them to a trap? But by their demeanor and what he could hear them say, the stallion was sure they were blinded by anger, hatred, and blood-lust. Luckily, Valerius didn't need to worry about the last of those issues. And he knew better than to let his emotions get the better of him on a mission.
Now on the left of the group, Valerius charged forward, making it up even with the mares left flank. Through the trees he could see she her and the rest of the group hot on her heels. At such speeds, he has less control over his ability to morph the earth. Without constant contact, there wasn't much he could do. But if he stopped to create a cage around the fleeing mare, the entire group would be outside his range before he had a change to channel his power. So instead, the stallion used the fleeting moments his hooves were deep in the muck to create spikes of earth erupt out of the terrain. Creating a path of them veering to the left toward the vagabond, trying to cause her to turn right. Just to get her to go anyway but the direction she wanted. He couldn't let her lure his comrades into a trap. He wouldn't.
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Post by Rainfalle on Aug 9, 2016 21:57:52 GMT -6
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The last he saw of his team was a puff of static-filled clouds and a series of snapping at heels. However, there was no time to dance around in vague thought. Everyone was relying on one another, and it was his duty to keep a level head and tame the fiery feeling in his gut. With a breath teeming with exasperation, he released his anger, and in its absence introduced a cunning, clean frame of mind. He needed to stay focused. Bring her down. Don't overcomplicate things. Just take her down.With a swift, precise retraction of his wings, he practically slid down to the trees, easily tucking in a wing now and again to dodge some of the taller trees. However, the fog was thicker, and he would not last long up here either. Eventually, his hooves would need to meet the marshy floor once again. But for now, he could see. She was cantering not far ahead of his team. They were doing what they could to snap at her, but things were only just beginning. A large pool of water appeared almost instantaneously below him, his shadow drifting across it like a black beast enveloped in the foggy, quiet hands of the mud and water below. He swooped low towards the surface, but it was not a large opening. His wings would not fit between the trees. However, there was no need. He'd been carefully watching the group, his eyes sharp and his focus perhaps yet sharper. Flying was much quicker in comparison to galloping, especially in this environment. He knew he was ahead of them. Just before meeting the treeline, he pulled his wings close to his body, and made what he could of a landing. Weaving through the thick forest of gray trees, he shivered as their viney hands reached out to caress his mane and whisper threats down his spine. It wasn't anything to worry about next to the situation at hand, however. The lake was now on his left due to a quick turn-around upon landing. They would be heading for him any moment now, and ideas pelted through his brain. She could not turn right. This much was in his favor. He took position in a small clearing to the right of the lake, waiting for them to emerge in the near distance. He did not expect her to trap herself so easily, but he was definitely anticipating a successful capture, at least eventually. |
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 10, 2016 0:29:56 GMT -6
Beyond
Her teeth came away with a hunk of bloody flesh as she stumbled for a moment on the slippery muck. But she didn't fall. She was racing after the mare as quick as before, she registered the faint sound of a wing beat. Quince was nearby, she pushed harder, fury clearing her head as she bolted determinedly after the prize. She was gaining again, her long legs and lightweight build allowing her to fly. The taste of blood was bitter in her mouth, one of her hooves was decorated in black and scarlet streaks. She was almost neck and neck with the little mare now, but tress and vines blocked her reach. She smiled wickedly at her prey, I will not cease until I can drag your worthless form back to my king.
This race was filling her with a deep joy she had not felt for years, but she sharply reminded herself that this was a mission, there was no time or place for emotion. She put her head down and kicked her heels high as she pushed to lengthen her stride. She gritted her teeth, without so many obstacles she could easily outrun this little bastard, but here a new obstacle blocked her path every moment, and the wild mare obviously knew this place like the back of her hoof.
Suddenly Beyond saw it. A small stretch of damp ground without tree or shrubbery to block her way. She leapt swiftly over a drowning Boulder, this was the chance to attack again, hopefully inflicting more damage than before.
Beyond threw herself forward in one powerful stride and latched her teeth firmly onto the mares withers. She felt her teeth sink into flesh as she clamped her teeth tighter, she ran with the mare now, kicking continually, and incredibly awkwardly at the wretches hindquarters. She was not letting go.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 10:48:06 GMT -6
She giggled at the sound of what sounded to be the groups leader calling for everyone to charge after her. She gave a little buck of excitement, adrenaline rushing through her veins as she whipped her tail behind her and splashed mud against the surrounding trees. She was grateful for her cloven hooves and long tail, using them for stability and as a rudder for sharper turns. She felt them closing in on her, a smirk playing across her lips. Oh, silly city dwellers, of course they would think that would work! They didnt understand the secrets of the swamp..
"Come on little mare, don't you just feel electric?"
A smirk played across her lips as she turned her head back to the spotted bay stallion, giving him a little wink and blowing him a kiss as he snapped at her hindquarters.
"Oh, my arent you cute~" She breathed through a cackle, her legs ducking underneath her as she bounded over a fallen log and landed on the other side with a splash.
"I thought you wanted to play!"
Her brow quirked as a smirk found its way across her face. Oh, im sorry, is this not playing? She thought with a roll of her eyes. Aodhian's were such spoiled little brats that they didnt understand the concept of a good game!
She suddenly felt a sharp pain flash through her leg, followed by teeth digging into her withers. She continued to run, however awkward it was, before skidding up next to a tree and slamming her attacker against its splintery bark. A jolt ran through her strong body, but she managed to stay on her hooves while her attacker fell to the ground. She paused just for a moment to glare at the fallen mare.
She huffed.
"You think pain bothers me?" She scolded, jumping back into her graceful gallop, though a limp was now featured in her back leg. She fought through the sting in every step, the feel of her own blood dripping and oozing down her sandy coat sending another wave of adrenaline through her body. No, it only eggs me on.
Her teeth gritted together, her head whipping back and forth as she tried to find an escape. Her chances were slowly dwindling- the chevaliers closing in on her and a lake off to her side. She could either charge through them or swim..
She suddenly skidded to a stop when the colorful pegasus from before appeared right in front of her, his tall form lingering over her own small body as she dug her hooves into the ground to try to back away. Panic rose in her chest as she pouted. Well, this game wasnt so fun anymore.. Her bright gaze landed on a steep log beside her, propped up against another fallen tree and covered in moss.
That was her only option.
Giving a sneer to the stallion, she darted for the log, hopping up on its slippery surface and climbing up the incline. Her hooves slipped here and there, but she was quick to catch herself. Her hooves echoed with each step pounded into its dead bark. When one lived in such a place, they got used to the art of.. "log climbing." She stopped at the top of her perch, her tail swinging violently behind her in order to help keep her balanced. The wild look returned her her eyes as she slammed a hoof against the hollow wood, blood still dripping from her withers and splashing down onto the moss beneath her hooves.
She had a speech.
She always did.
But instead, she sought out the cute spotted stallion who was, actually, electric, and gave him another wink.
"Toodles~!" She called, skillfully hoping off the other side of the barricade and darting off again. They hadnt really ended up where she had planned, but it was close enough.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Aug 12, 2016 11:07:47 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
Damn Vagabond. May you burn in hell.
It was a statement that ran through her mind over and over again as she let her hooves carry her rather gracefully over the mud; given her age and the situation she was in. But when the sounds of one of her comrades colliding into one of the nearby rotting trees, her attention was quickly snapped away from the Vagabond and down onto the mare that was sprawled out on the ground. Should she stop and help, and watch as their target disappeared over the horizon. Nobody gets left behind. Alyx rushed over to her fallen comrade, the only other mare of the group, as she quickly assisted her up onto her feet. Giving her a quick once over, the older of the two nodded her head in approvement once she noticed that there was no serious harm done other than a few scratches and skin that might be bruised over in a few days. All in the line of work.
After coming to the conclusion that she was okay, the brightly coated mare turned quickly on her heels as she tried to focus her attention back on the mare who was still being hounded Thesesus and Valerius. So she quickly put a spring in her step as she managed to gracefully dodge over a few fallen trees as she put everything she had into gaining the ground she had lost. By Ignacio, the mare was not getting away if they had anything to say about it.
Hearing the soft beating of wings above her, it was a slight comfort to know that Quince would easily be able to gain ground on the mare and in hopes might be able to block off her path and get her to surrender to the Chevaliers. Surrender? What was she thinking? This wasn't ever going to be easy. So, she watched with those pale green eyes as the winged stallion came to a crashing stop before the mare, ultimately believing that they had managed to finally put an end to this chase but when the sight of the mare climbing trees resonated within her mind, she felt her mouth fall open as she came skidding to a stop. Was this mare some kind of demon? Shaking the mud off of her hooves, she stared over at the pegasus.
Blocked, nowhere to go. She was getting away, and Alyx found herself pacing around in a circle as she waited for the next instructions; a few hate filled words left her lips as she slammed her hooves down into the mud. Oh, the King would not be happy with this.
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Post by savannauni on Aug 13, 2016 12:14:54 GMT -6
As Theseus was spurred on by the chase he threw his spotted legs out more to gain ground on the small skull wearing mare. As the vagabond mare slid to a halt Theseus laughed as he did too, letting mud fly over her. "What do you feel about this game now?" He asked her with a tut tut of his tounge. She was cornered on all sides by them and a barricade of logs, he was all to confident she wasn't going to get away today. But as she took off to the log and managed to scale it his jaw fell ajar. Seeing the mare so confidently stand up there and have the nerve to tell him "Toodles" In such a way to disrespect him, well that wasn't going to fly with him.
"No, were going to get that mare." Theseus said as Alyx displayed her mix of anger and disappointment. The lustino mix walked up to the barricade of fallen logs and branched, he looked to his peer, Valerius. "You say you are blessed with earth manipulation?" He asked, recalling how he could manipulate the mud they walked on and how he told Quince. "Could you possibly make a wall shoot up and give us space to run underneath? Or possibly a ramp we could climb up?" He asked, thinking aloud. This chase was not going to end here, not today at least.
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 14, 2016 5:42:12 GMT -6
Beyond
The shock of slamming into the tree jarred Beyonds muscles, but no real harm was done. Well, not to beyond anyway, the same could not be said for the tree. She lay in the mud, winded and fuming, as the other mare came to her aid and helped her up “thank you” she said with a nod of acknowledgement. She glanced at her shoulder, a few cuts, maybe some bruises, and certainly a lot of large splinters, oh well. The anger had left her for now, replaced with a weird sense of emptiness left from having been jarred to suddenly. But she shook it away and turned back to the wretch, just as she scampered up a fallen tree.
Beyond leapt forward again, teeth bared, she was not surprised to see the mare climb the tree, as a foal she had climbed all sorts of things, and surely a small horse could continue doing that into their adulthood. Unfortunately Beyond was not a small horse. She tried to find away past it desperately. This scoundrel was NOT getting away. But as she searched, a faint light caught her eye. She whipped her head around, nothing, again she glimpsed something, again nothing. She shook herself, she needed to focus on the task at hoof. But as she turned determinedly to Quince for guidance she couldn't help but feel there was someone, or something, else out there.
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Post by annowre on Aug 14, 2016 9:26:34 GMT -6
Valerius | Chevalier
Blue eyes caught the vagabond slamming Beyond into the tree. He was about to stop to help when we saw Alyx slow for the other mare. He decided to remain on the mare's tail, doing his best to drive her into the river. That was when Quince landed and the group slid to a stop, mud flying every direction. But before they had a chance to apprehend the fugitive, she skipped up a tree and disappeared back into the depths of the swamp. Valerius snorted in frustration. Now he wish he had brought his familiar along. Astraea would've been able to get under the log and follow the vagabond. But the white wolf always made such a fuss when she got excessively dirty that Valerius had decided it best to leave her behind.
They were all aggravated, and while they weighed their options, Theseus stepped toward him. Valerius didn't have a high opinion of the other young stallion, but that didn't matter now. Was there a way he could surpass this? Mud was difficult. It wasn't entirely earth so it didn't like to bend to his will. The few small things he'd managed like creating spikes and hardening it so he could walk on it hadn't been very difficult. But a wall or a ramp? Something that large and solid would be difficult to manifest from the sludge. The stallion snorted, and looked down at the muck. He concentrated, causing the mud to slosh and stir around him. Just then, he had an idea.
"If everyone stands close to me, I should be able to get us over. And I might be able to give us a bit of a boost after her," he said, turning to Quince, waiting for his orders. This was going to be a bit of an experiment, but it would work. Hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 23:07:44 GMT -6
The mare finally started to slow, mud squishing between her cloven hooves and her limp returning to her back leg once the adrenaline started to slow down. Gritting her teeth together, she glanced back to examine the damage. The cut wasnt all that deep, but damn did it bleed a lot; and it stung. Licking her lips, she gave the leg a good shake. It wasnt all that bad, it was only the freshness that made her ache. Her withers were another mater. The chevalier mare's teeth had dug it almost straight to the bone, chunks of he own flesh hanging from the wound. Blood pooled around the wound, spilling out over her dun coat.
Damn.
Her ears flicked forward as she stopped and turned back to glance in the direction she had left the shouting fools. They really were silly, thinking they could corner her in her home turf. Granted, they probably werent used to equines knowing how to prance across logs, but its not like she had anything better to do than learn how to use her balance? With a snort and a turn of her head, she took on a short trot down the mud-ridden path, her lips pulled in a straight line.
Silly, silly, silly.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before her. The mare froze in place in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as one, two, no- three dancing balls of light twirled before her hooves. Her eyes widened as she dipped her muzzle closer, but it was almost as if her movement had scared them.
Two blinked away, leaving her with one.
Her ears flattened in annoyance as she threw her head back up, snorting out her pent up air in frustration. "Are those nasty Aodhians scaring you away?" She whispered softly, her ears swiveling as she searched for anything- a sound, another light, anything that could point her in the direction of more wisps. A sigh left her lips when she realized her search was futile, but at least now she knew she was headed in the right direction! She dipped her nose down once more, brushing it against the cool flame of the wisp. "We'll find your friends."
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Post by Maelorom on Aug 17, 2016 5:43:04 GMT -6
Beyond
As soon as Valerius’s words had sunken in Beyond was by his side, She didn't know what he was going to do, and she didn't care, as long as it got them back on the wretches tail. She turned to Quince expectantly, waiting for an ok. As she waited impatiently she flicked her tail, it was surprisingly uncomfortable standing next to such a tall horse, at least his coat was a nice colour, well, she thought it was, unless it was just a layer of silvery mud. Suddenly she was distracted yet again by a flash of light, she frowned as she remembered the stories of wisps. She'd never actually seen any, she wasn't even sure if she believed they existed, she licked her lips as she thought for a moment, but the sharp taste of blood brought her head back into the game, oh, that wild mare was going to suffer. She licked another speck of blood from her lips, the taste was surprisingly nice, like the smell of freshly sharpened swords.
The fire returned to her eyes as she turned to face the direction in which the scoundrel had bolted. “Run like the coward you are, I'll make sure you don't live long enough to bear the scars of rage” she muttered as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Whatever Valerius was going to do, it better work, she needed to get that mare and crush her skull, she could still see the occasional glimpse of light, but what did she care? It could be the ghosts of dragons for all it mattered, now she needed to run, chase down her prey. She turned expectantly to Quince once again, excited to exact her revenge for the bruises which now dotted her stiff and aching side.
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Post by Rainfalle on Aug 20, 2016 8:35:53 GMT -6
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His group approached him, and he did not comprehend the mare's next moves until they had already played out. She slipped just past him, beneath a low-lying log and into the darkness of the swamp. With a rapid beat of his wings, he floated over the log with ease. "Hurry now, don't give up so soon! Do not forget what this trash has said -- she has spoken ill of our herd!" This was all the rallying he had time for. They were cunning -- they would soon find their way across. But for now, he needed to take chase. Smartly following her tracks with sharp, thorough eyes, Quince cantered after the small mare. The mud was thicker here, and he knew that if they reached the heart of the swamp, things would be difficult, to say the very least. The mare seemed to be slowing down. Her tracks lay closer together, as if she were distracted by something. However, he had neither the time or interest to figure out why. Quince only knew that taking this mare down was his main and only priority. The sky was growing darker with every step he took -- the thick canopy of leaves and vines were keeping sunlight from warming the ground. With this shadow came a cool, almost cold atmosphere. It was unfriendly, and he certainly wished circumstances would lean in his favor soon. However, it was inevitable. The deep, sunken-in hoofprints lead even more directly towards the middle now than before, and his legs were heavy with water and clingy mud. However, his patrol would not be far behind him now. She couldn't move much faster than they could -- no horse could easily traverse a place like this, no matter how accustomed they were to it. Trying to keep pace, he did not waver, and followed her with certain determination. She had to be captured. There was no simpler way to put it. Vengeance was necessary. |
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Post by Queerly on Aug 22, 2016 17:46:00 GMT -6
 As you make your way deeper into the swamp, you notice something odd about the Wisps, the little balls of light known to inhabit the area in shoals. Several seem to be vanishing right before your eyes! Aodhians believe that these creatures are the souls of passed kirins, and to see them performing such an odd behavior is undoubtedly alarming...
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Post by savannauni on Aug 23, 2016 11:19:28 GMT -6
Theseus smirked seeing Valerius come up with an idea to get them over the barricade and back on track. He trotted over to Valerius' side eager to get things moving. Seeing Quince fly up Theseus pinned his ears back and rolled his eyes. 'Show off.' He thought as he heard the stallion land on the other side and take off for the vagabond.
As the group got over the log barricade Theseus landed and took off galloping with a snort, spraying mud once again. 'The mare is wounded, she won't be able to run forever.' he thought giddily as he stretched his legs out over the mushy mud that seemed to hold his hooves down. His nose tipped out as he ran faster and faster. As Theo ran he thought he noticed lights, but assumed it was his eyes playing tricks on him as he gave his head a shake while galloping. But there the lights were again, right in front of him! He slid to a stop this time looking down at the blue wisps that danced around in front of him. "Wha?" He said breathlessly as he looked at the dancing flames, even cocking his head to the side in curiosity and confusion. And then they started to move away. His hears pricked up and he held his neck higher as he trotted after them. He didn't forget about the vagabond, but surely these wisps were trying to tell him something more important.
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