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Post by catac0rny on Sept 3, 2016 9:36:02 GMT -6
Greer | War-forged | Mercenary
Greer snarled at the pair as they took steps backward. Vidars blade curved around Gosslyns neck, and Greer could only imagine the fear the mare felt. Still, she could see it in her eyes. She didn't look at Southpaw as he talked to Vidar but turned one ear to listen at him and kept the other forward as to hear the beastly response. "Test my integrity at sweet Gosslyn's expense." He said. The words danced on her mind and she couldn't help but take it literally. She glanced at astrid who now had a weapon pointed toward the group of War-Forged. Greer pinned her ears and looked for an opening. Just beneath the bow, perhaps she could duck under and get a strike on her. The air was silent now, so silent she could hear everyone breathing. The grinding of angry teeth.
Before she gave herself a moment to give it a second thought, she lunged toward astrid in a snaking motion, her body close to the ground and her teeth ready to strike as well as her broom. Before she even reached Astrid her bolt had been released and planted into Greer's shoulder. Her broom dropped to the ground with a thud. She felt the impact and the force had sent her stumbling over onto her knees. She looked at the thing that stuck out of her flesh with morbid curiosity before looking back up to the mare who had shot it, tears brimming on the surface and slowly falling down her cheeks. She had done her best to not cry, to not let these beasts know the pain they had caused her although it quickly spread throughout her body, red hot.
"You wont win!" She managed to gasp out, her breath uneven. Blood now seeped from the wound, sticking to her fur like "We are war-forged! You....are just..pathetic!" She screeched, voice breaking as she tried to stand up but failing through the pain. She had never felt anything like this before. Not since her mother had been taken away and someone had accidentally given her a slice across the eye in the struggle. Still, it was nothing in comparison to the deep throbbing sensation she felt now.
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Post by tarriedsea on Sept 6, 2016 9:57:27 GMT -6
"NO!" the cry escaped Gosslyn's lips with the desperation of a trapped animal. The gray mare had stepped forward, and the little painted mare wasted no time in shooting a bolt into her shoulder. Blood trailed down her coat.
"Gosslyn, my dear, if your friends cooperate, you'll be just fine," he had said, softly and calmly. In that moment, for some inexplicable reason, her fear was eased. This stallion was not eager to shed anyone's blood. The way he handled the knife around her was cautious & unfrazzled.
She looked him in the eye, a tremble still involuntarily erupting through her body. He was steady in every sense. His red eyes were unwavering. At first glance they looked bloodthirsty, but they were soulful. He had a conscience in there.
"Listen!" she yelled to the herd, her voice cracking every other word. "Let them go. I'm fine. They aren't hungry for blood, they want peace just like us."
Always so ready to fight, this herd was. Why couldn't they just settle their differences and part ways in disagreement? Why was everyone so ready to draw blades for the sake of principle?
The little mare who shot the bolt seemed unaffected by her actions. Her eyes were steeled over, the same shade of red as the stallion's. Were they siblings? Either way, it was foreign to see a mare use a weapon unashamedly. No wonder they were banished- their defiance of gender roles made everyone in their clan dangerous.
"Let's go," she whispered to Vidar. "I trust you won't be hasty to slaughter." She was only half-sure of that statement, but wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. If the painted mare was his sister, surely he wouldn't be so rushed to end a mare's life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 8:42:50 GMT -6
vidar the trespasser Vidar inhaled sharply as the shopkeep dove at Astrid, and his body tensed as if he were the one under attack. Panic shot into him like an injection and his eyes jumped to his sister. His attention was on Astrid rather than her attacker; she had the capability to defend herself, but had never truly been tested in combat. Astrid had a fierce but compassionate nature, and aiming at targets in the woods was not the same as shooting into flesh.
He did not let himself rush to her aid. A silent sigh of relief left his lips as the bolt found its mark in Greer's shoulder, and he watched Astrid's face change. Vidar held Gosslyn fast as she cried out, letting her tip the sword with her gentle movement so that her neck was not cut.
Hardening his expression again, looking back at their attackers as they watched Greer writhe, he was aware of Gosslyn's attention. He believed she was understanding now. "Good," he praised her softly as she spoke to the gathered crowd, and looked to his sister once more. She was reloading already, as she'd been taught. The numb fear in his limbs was giving way to pride in his pupil, but not for long.
"We make for the vagabond road," he said to Astrid, backing from the crowd. "Stay off the highway."
His eye rolled to Gosslyn away from Southpaw, who Vidar had a feeling would be the next obstacle. Hopefully enough of the War-Forged would be busy aiding the shopkeep before the poison spread. "If all goes well, you'll be free when we meet my crew." 272 words | post 7 |
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Post by PaganStars on Sept 11, 2016 13:37:14 GMT -6
With everything moving too fast, Judiah tried to catch his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and slowly backing away from Vidar. He gulped silently and opened his eyes when his rump made contact with a rough brick wall, sending shivers up his spine. Looking at Astrid as she slowly moved, he ducked his head down and looked up at her, a pleading look in his eyes. She couldn't be as evil as him, right? Looking at the ground again, Judiah shook his head, ears flat against his skull as he thought about the 'what ifs'. What if he wasn't such a coward and had actually fought back against Vidar? would Gosslyn be dead on the ground and a sword through Judiah's heart? What if he hadn't told Gosslyn to hide behind him in the first place? What if he hadn't thrown that stupid pan?
With tears brimming in his eyes, All Judiah could feel was shame. When someone thought of war forged, they probably pictured a strong draft horse, sword in hand and hair blowing in the wind as he stood strong against the mountain, snow falling around him. They thought of the brute force of the war lord, the shields and the council who guarded Onea with an iron hoof. What they didn't think of was a pink horned, flower loving idiot like Judiah. He was a shame to his herd and those around him, especially Hetta.
Raising his head, his eyes widened as he saw Greer charge and Astride shoot, new fear rippling through his muscles "NO!" he called, charging forward past Astrid to where the mare now laid. He shot a look to Astrid before turning back to Greer, using his leg to try and stop her from rising "Just stay down" he muttered, jaw clenched as he looked at the seeping wound.
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Post by fediarwoods on Sept 12, 2016 4:54:07 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
He couldn't believe how fast everything was going and how it had grown out of hand so fast. They had been on the upper hand, having him cornered with his hindquarters against the supply store's door, his little lady friend locked up behind him. They could've chained them up, they could have punished them for the years of crime and bloodshed on the seas as well as on land. And now, only mere seconds later, they were standing them, both armed and threatening, the beautiful grey mare being their hostage.
His mind worked overtime, but he couldn't figure out a single scene that wouldn't unfold in a big drama. But there had to be something - he knew there had to be something.
That was until Greer snapped him out of grinding his teeth and paining his thoughts by jumping forward and charging at the roan mare. He opened his mouth, but there came out nothing. His muscles rolled tensely under his thick coat, setting a step forward, but then freezing again. And before he could blink with his eyes the arrow was unleashed and ripped through her flesh, digging in so deep he was afraid she would be so dangerously hurt that she would loose her life to it. She was so reckless, yet so brave, and now she had to pay that with her life. The large black stallion that had thrown the pan earlier shot forward, talking to her, trying to keep her calm, while Gosslyn yelled at them to just let them go.
Let them go? They wanted peace? Did she realize what kind of savages were pulling that sword up against her throat? That he didn't cut her didn't mean he wouldn't in the future. The only reason why Vidar didn't do it right now, was because she was his only bargain. If Vidar killed her right on the spot, there was nothing that would keep the group of War-Forged to hunt them straight into their death.
He set another two steps forward, slightly lowering his head to Vidar's height. His ears were still buried flat against his skull, his eyes speaking of nothing but threat and death. At first he'd been lusting for Vidar's blood to be shed, now he was certain it would one day - and he would be the one causing it.
''This time you might escape, but know that the next time I will lock eyes with you, I promise you I will spill your blood and split your skull. But only after I've slit the throat of your pretty sister,'' he snarled, teeth slightly bared as he did so, his voice low and cold. His eyes glide to the roan mare standing not far from him, her bow still raised to shoot whenever she wanted, but than his amber eyes locked back on Vidar as he finished his sentence. Oh, how he would be waiting till that day.
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Post by tarriedsea on Sept 21, 2016 14:21:27 GMT -6
"We make for a Vagabond road."
A chill ran down Gosslyn's spine. Surely a Vagabond road would be secret, withdrawn, subtle, not many landmarks or trackers to identify it. Truthfully, she had never even considered that Vagabonds would have roads in Onea. What else didn't she know about the world? She swallowed hard, ears pulled back. She wished she'd sprout wings, or turn into a crow, and fly swiftly out of here.
Kaia, save us, save me
She looked over at- what was his name? Judiah? His face was steeled, sorrow brimming in his eyes. Gosslyn tried to make eye contact with him, but he was towering over the wounded mare, whispering something to her.
Let them shed no more blood.
The painted mare had already reloaded her weapon.
Let the life of your people not dim.
A thick-haired, dreadlocked stallion stepped forward then, smoke practically pouring from his nostrils, his eyes hardened and his ears so flat they almost bored into his skull. His words were spat with hatred.
"Listen," Gosslyn spoke then, to the thick-haired stallion she'd never met before, knowing her captor was listening as well. "Not today. Let them go. Kaia will take care of her people, whether that comes down to my life or not."
She had faced death before, but the last time was a long, draining dance with illness and consciousness and death lightly tapping at the door. It was days long. This was different- this was one arrow or stab wound away. She could feel the tangibility of her life hanging in the air. Less than a millisecond could change that.
"Please." She stared the dreadlocked stallion down. "Don't make it worse than it needs to be."
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Post by catac0rny on Sept 21, 2016 14:43:49 GMT -6
Greer | War-forged | Merchant
Her once sharp senses were now clouded with pain and a throbbing headache. The bolt still stuck out of her flesh, holding in most of the blood as she flopped over on her side, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to keep her breathing even. "Just stay down," A distorted voice ordered. Out of the corner of her eye she could just make out Judiah standing over her, his leg holding her down to keep her from moving before someone who knew how to handle this came. She could hear Gosslyn's panicked screams as the fight drained from her body, her muscles relaxing and slowly becoming limp as the world grew darker and darker, her eyelids drooping. She could hardly comprehend the heavy words Southpaw spat at the pair of infamous criminals, his tone aggressive and angry as hers would have been if she could stand. Gosslyn...poor Gosslyn. Greer thought, a few tears streamed down her face. She didn't deserve it, Greer deserved it more than her. She wished she had been the one Vidar had taken, and she wished she had been a stronger fighter.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Sept 27, 2016 8:51:38 GMT -6
The frying pan reverberated off of the stallion’s horn, a loud clank to Ritan’s ears. That sure woke his senses up, he thought, slowly taking a step back. And it did indeed. The stallion moved in the blink of an eye, if Ritan actually blinked his eyes on a daily basis. One second he was standing in front of Ritan, the next saw him behind Ritan, rushing for the mare hiding behind the owner of the frying pan. After that, everyone started freaking out. Lots of horses took steps forward, a few took steps back, and some even looked around for weapons to arm themselves with. Ritan stood there though, keeping his makeshift telekinesis shield up. He was still facing the other mare, the one more of a threat to him. She had already drawn her own weapon, a bow and arrow pointed at whomever twitched near her. Ritan focused the brunt of his shield in her direction, hoping that she didn’t shoot arrows in his direction.
While he was focused on keeping the mare with the bow away from himself, everyone else was eyeing up the stallion who had taken the mare hostage. “Test my integrity at sweet Gosslyn’s expense,” the stallion said, probably trying to get the others to back away. That’s when the shopkeeper lunged at the bow-wielding mare. Well, shit. The mare let her bolt fly, the projectile firmly embedding itself into the shopkeeper’s shoulder. Not a good place to be injured, by far. Any lower and it might had ruptured her chest, then they would be in real trouble.
Ritan pinned his ears back, eyeing the mare. “Let me pass and take care of her,” he said as the frying pan stallion pushed past him to hold the shopkeeper down in her pain. The mare already had another arrow in place and he wasn’t too keen on getting shot himself. He looked at the shopkeeper again, her head lolling back and forth and her eyes slowly closing. “Hurry! Make up your mind! She’s going into shock and that’s not good. If you promise that you won’t shoot me, this mare won’t be on your conscious.”
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[OOC: Sorry I dropped out of there. Had some stuff going on in life.]
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Post by fediarwoods on Sept 28, 2016 7:12:00 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
Anger boiled in every single fiber of his body, he could feel it itch his muscles, could feel how his muscles rolled under the thick layer of his ragged coat. It clouded his mind so badly that he couldn't clearly think. All that bounced in his head were threats, and worse after worse come-outs that haunted him. It took every ounce of his self control to keep himself put, all because he knew how it would end up if he didn't stay put. He had no other choice but to do so.
It was when Gosslyn directed her words at him, when he first locked eyes with her. He froze for a second, the glance in his eyes softening for only a fraction of a second. It broke him to read the fear from her eyes, the terror that terrorized her mind, the cold blade that softly pushed against her skin, but didn't cut her. She knew she was only inches away from death, and she knew that any wrong move from any of them, would mean her life taken.
For what, exactly? A shiver ran past his spine, and he felt like pushing his ears even closer against his neck. He could hear the soft sobbing of Greer through the sounds of people moving, voices that were in panic. His eyes flashed towards the few that stood at Greer's side, but when Gosslyn again spoke, he locked his eyes back with hers. ''Please, don't make it worse than it needs to be,'' he could feel her eyes staring at him. But it was her tone, her scared but yet so determined tone, that made him shiver again. He couldn't say no to her, nor could he let his stubbornness take Greer's life. He could hear the Medic pleading for the roan mare to put her bow and arrow down, to let them save Greer as best they could.
His eyes still locked with Gosslyn's determined stare, he closed his eyes shortly, as a sign of giving into her plead. ''Go,'' he snarled from in between his teeth before opening his amber eyes again. ''LEAVE,'' again, but this time louder, angrier, so much angrier.
He turned his head away from them, turned his body in a slow, controlled matter, and made his way over to Greer, without getting any closer to the two Bloody Flanks. He looked over to the roan mare as he moved over to the large, black stallion that kept Greer down to the ground; making sure she saw every move he made, to not come over as sudden, or unexpected. He stepped in between them and the Bloody Ranks and blocked Greer and the black stallion from their sight, his eyes still focused on Vidar and his lady friend. Threatening, but this time in a defending way. ''Leave, before I change my fucking mind,'' he growled, making sure he wouldn't miss a single of their movements. There was no way of winning this fight, there would be only losers, and they already had too much casualties.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 15:22:00 GMT -6
vidar THE TRESPASSER Vidar let the scene play out before him as he backed his hostage away. The click of Astrid's reloaded bolt injected him in the heart, and he felt his head begin to level. Cold circulated through him as Southpaw's temper boiled over again. While the lowlander raged, Vidar's eyes moved over the crowd slowly. His breath was even. The panicked voices of the herdfolk seemed far away. As a breeze picked up, Vidar was suddenly arrested by the mossy smell of this place, the dew and the loam. There was no salt on the wind, no waves whispering beyond the rocks. They were too far from home. "You'll see me again," he promised Southpaw, his voice smooth as a river rock against the larger stallion's snarling. He felt strangely disconnected from his surroundings. He grunted at the medic, seeing no reason to waste any more time on Greer. The mare was no longer an obstacle; the more attention on her, the better. Following Astrid's lead, he moved away from the fallen mare, allowing Ritan to heal and Judiah to grieve. In a haze, he looked back at Southpaw one more time before they reached the road. The stallion watched their departure as if he were memorizing it. The unblinking rage in his eyes, saturated in the cries of the townspeople, pierced the fog surrounding Vidar's mind. These wails. This fury. He had punctured Onea, and this was how it bled. He suddenly understood his ancestors; it lit a fire in him. "Watch the horizon!" he cried to Southpaw, new vigor and venom in his voice. "Watch for red sails! I'll be back for you!" It was a jolly promise, made before a robust peal of laughter. "Run home," he told Gosslyn, when he and Astrid were safe from sight. "Tell everyone the Bloody Flanks live."
"Tell everyone they should have killed us when they had the chance."
GREAT THREAD EVERYBODY!!
Thanks so much for the amazing time. This must be one of my favorite RPs ever. >: )
It was so awesome to get to know all of your characters!! i hope to play with them again soon~
Congrats on a successful chapter, and on launching a big new WF plot oOOOoooOoOo
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