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Post by Quorkbirb on Aug 19, 2016 1:15:09 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
How much of this filth lay in this forest?
Gold eyes flickered quickly to each form as they appeared, Froya marveling at their number. Five at least, possibly more. The Valkyrie and her team had been scouring the forest for hours now and yet the Cultists still managed to sneak up on them. Disgraceful, infuriating even. Once it seemed that the darkness had no more Cultists to offer, the pony focused on Amber and the sword that levitated by her throat. That was the first thing on the agenda, making sure Amber was safe. With so many of the enemy swarming around her so close, however, it would prove difficult for any of the Forged to make a move that didn't result in ... an execution. The situation looked grim. Zestoka prodded Froya for orders and Froya obliged. Without taking her eyes off the threat, she back tracked towards her fleet.
"Listen well. I am going to run and you are not to follow." She spoke quietly, so quietly that there was no way for the Cultists to hear. "Act as though I have run from battle, like a coward. Be loud about it if you must. Once I am gone try to draw them away from Amber. I don't expect her to be left completely unguarded, but try to get as many of them away as possible. Do not," she said very sternly "risk Amber. If they make a move to harm her, stop your advances and wait for my return."
The whole time she spoke to her team, she held Amber's gaze. She knew the mare to be capable and smart, though sometimes the fire within her got the best of her. Froya just hoped, that after she had turned tail to flee, Amber did not think it true. That she didn't try something rash while Froya seemed to abandon her.
Her eyes danced away from the tobiano to look at each of her comrades briefly. "I am trusting you to all to be smart about your tactics. Watch for my return, you will see me as an eagle. I will try to free Amber." And with that, the leader of the small group of Forged turned and ran into the woods, acting as though frightened and with no intent of returning.
There was a disgusted laugh from the Cultist mare who held the sword. "Spineless." With just a glance, she sent two of the Cultists to follow Froya.
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Word Count: 411
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Aug 19, 2016 5:40:29 GMT -6
BALTHAZAR | RAIDER
The onslaught of Cultists caused an irritated shiver to run up Balthazar's spine. He cocked his leg, watching with poisonous gaze and sharpened brows as the rats crawled from their sewers, mumbling gibberish that he did not care to listen to. They were all saying the same thing, threatening to maim them, break them, kill them. Balthazar was beginning to lose his patience, in fact, his patience had reached it's all time max about ten minutes ago. Now he was gripping with one string to Froya's word, and to everyone else's judgement. Amber was in need of help, and yet here they were, sitting and listening idly to these demonic horses as though they had something important to say.
Balthazar did not know whether what Amber was doing was smart or not. Rubbing a cultist with nothing to lose the wrong way may not work in her favor. But showing them she wasn't scared wouldn't do the world of harm either, he was sure. She was doing good at staying confident, considering they fed off fear. She just needed to know when enough teasing was enough, so she didn't end up getting carved to pieces for Digend's sake. He looked to the others around and behind him, breaths steady and confident. He watched as Froya stated her plan, and to avoid letting the Cultists think they were in fact hatching a plan, he pinned his ears and hissed at her, cursing her name. Quickly, he nodded, giving her a look that told her he understood and would try his best to follow along despite every other inch of him wanting to simply rip into the Vagabonds.
Then Froya was gone.
"No, I bloody agree." He muttered after the Cultist mare had called their group leader spineless. It was only lucky they did not know Froya, and to them this didn't look out of character for her. He gave the group one last glance over before suddenly fetching an idea. He pulled the vial of blood out from behind him; he hadn't dropped it, merely kept it close to him, somewhere they wouldn't have seen. With the vial he moved inches closer to Amber, holding it out for the Cultists to see,
"This doesn't happen to belong to anyone, does it?" He asked, twisting it and inspecting it as though it was the first time he'd seen it. One of the male Cultists paused mid-mutter, eyes narrowing down on the red bottle.
"Give that back! That's mine... mine, mine, mine. Where did you get it!? Give it back NOW! Give it back, give it back, give it back." He screeched, head irking to the side and lip twitching as he spoke. One of the other Vagabonds, a female, spoke up, scolding the stallion and hushing him. Obviously she hadn't liked how he'd jumped after the blood Balthazar was holding.
"Oh well I mean, I am growing quite fond of it, think I might keep it." Balthazar went to hook it over his head, but the Cultist male yelled, lifting his front leg and biting down on it harshly with frustration.
The mare hushed him again, harsher this time.
"Don't show him you want it." She whispered, "Take it. It's not important." She attempted to diverge, but the male would not let up, and so with hesitation, she shot a poisonous glance to her murderous group before pulling him a few meters from the gathering. Balthazar could hear them arguing, and eventually it lead to be somewhat physical. Balthazar watched, content with his work. The male was about to give in to the mares lecture until he glanced over at Balthazar who instantly began taunting him, kissing the bottle and throwing it over his muscled neck. It was obvious this stallion was not a favorite among the group; they all seemed to exchange fed up glances, Balthazar did, too. He had been fed up the moment he'd arrived.
WC: 656
PC: #5
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Post by Callousal on Aug 20, 2016 0:13:12 GMT -6
Bates | Raider
Every fiber in Bates’ being twitched, itching to get ahold of the filthy scum in front of them, in front of HIM; he wanted to execute them on the spot, their taunting and mindless blabbering fueled his bloodlust. All their ridiculously child-like jabs only made him chuckle, most of the Cultists radiated an aura similar to that of an emotional teenage child; in the midst of puberty, using words to seem like a much more interesting individual. “Shut up,” He mumbled to himself, a shout forming in his throat, swallowing his eagerness before it got the better of him. The draft had listened to Froya’s commands, intent on actually following through with them instead of provoking the rats infront of him - she was their leader, she was in such a position for a reason.
He cleared the lump in his throat, eyes widening as she “fled”, his eyebrows furrowing as she ran into the cold, empty embrace of the forest. “Forget the brood, mares are not built for this job.” Bates’ voice boomed directed at the rest of the horses in the group, true hatred dripping every last word, however the anger was more so sourced from the Cultists than it was from Froya; a bit frustrated with the route she was taking. “Should stick to nursing foals.” He murmured, loud enough for the Vagabonds to hear, his voice menacingly low - rumbling as he spoke. Ears flickered, muscles twitched under his dappled coat, his stance changing to a much more combative one.
Another voice soon broke the silence, the same liver chestnut from before, “Idiots, all of you, stupid!” He scolded, partially directed at them while simply speaking his mind, “When did you all become such CHILDREN! Stop it, all of you!” He growled, anger bubbling behind emerald orbs, watching them bicker over a vial of.. Blood?! “You’re all acting insane, have your fun but what ever happened to being sensible.” He snorted, nostrils flaring, his maw clenching and unclenching as he spat at them - fools that were too caught up in their own thoughts to really think about why they were here.. For Digend! To give back to their savior, wishing for strength to carry them another day; but no, these were no Cultists he was among, more like animals that didn’t know when to shut up! They had already lost one tribute, they were NOT going to lose another.
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Word Count: 406
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 21, 2016 15:17:07 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Amber watched as Froya muttered something to her group before turning and running. Amber's ears flattened, her eyes and nostrils opening wide. It seemed like her follow valkyrie had turned tail, yet that was nothing for the Froya she knew. However much irritated she was by the mare at times, she was nothing but eager and dedicated. She had not run from that bear when it had attacked them up in the mountains and she didn't believe she would do so now. No, the mare must have a plan. She hoped the others new what. They needed to trust she did. She had to bite back her words as one of the cultists called her companion spineless, instead using her frustration to sound convincing as she hissed "coward" loud enough for the cultists to hear. Two were sent in pursuit and she looked over at Balthazar as he engaged a third one into bickering over the vile of blood they found earlier, riling him up enough to slowly draw him away. Though she kept her expression angry over Froya's "betrayal", she mentally cheered him on. If they could lure off one more... She readjusted her feet a bit in the melting snow, quietly planning her move ahead. It would be divide and corner. But then Bates broke through her thoughts. She narrowed her eyes at him, not all that sure that he was acting. He did sound like sexist to her from the very start. Her ears twitched as one of the cultists started a rant. She almost snorted out loud as he mentioned something about being sensible. Sensible! These horses were insane, seeking blood offers for a non-existent god. What in their mind made them special? Why did they not offer their own blood. Insane.
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Post by savannauni on Aug 25, 2016 20:09:16 GMT -6
Zet backed up a step as Froya began to spill her plan. Zet kept her eyes trained on the cultists listening to the plan she had created in this stressful situation. She waited for the plan to swing into action she spat at the devilish vagabond and cursed them in a low voice. when Froya took off her head snapped to the side to look and her eyebrows lowered in her fake rage. "You coward!" Her voice bellowed as she took a step looking as of she was going to go after the mare and crack her skull with her own hooves. But then her eyes darted back to the cultists and she held held herself back. She looked at Balthazar as the stallion picked up the vial of blood. She had thought he had dropped it as they began to move. As the cultist began to screech and the other pulled them back she looked to Bates. Hearing his words a muscle worked in her jaw, she knew the stallion supposed to be putting on a show but the way he said it was almost to close to his own truth.
Looking back to the group the cultist with the Cheshire Cat smile clucked his tongue. "Oh my oh my, one less pony for a stew." He said rather disappointed. "I wonder if those three beefy one could take her place.. But.. They look.. Chewy." He said looking over Balthazar, Zestoka, and Bates.
"Oh you'd like to turn us into stew?" Zet asked. "Would if we play a little game?" She cooed "winner gets to turn the other team into stew."
"But I don't want stew!" The horse pouted and stamped a foot.
Zet inwardly rolled her eyes before continuing on. "Well if you don't want stew winners could sacrifice is to Digend. I hear that false gods love that stuff."
"He is not a flase god!" The cultist snapped before looking to his peers, thinking over the game idea.
But Zet knew there would be no game, her hope was to get them cocky so then they'd trip on their own arrogance. When the time came this would be a blood bath and the only ones who would be left standing were the ones who followed the true gods, the team she was apart of.
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Post by Quorkbirb on Aug 31, 2016 21:36:34 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
The thick mud of the forest sucked at her hooves as Froya charged through the brush. The pair of cultists that trailed her were superior in speed, but not in agility and stamina. The distance between the pursuers and their charge grew as the Valkyrie weaved between and around trees and once she felt she had a moment to spare, she focused on shifting. It was difficult, despite her practice, and her heart throbbed abnormally from the effort. Golden dust began to gather around her, subtle and faint, before suddenly her form burst into a plume of brilliant, sparkling gold. From this cloud she flew out as a golden eagle and immediately set course to aid her team.
Her muscles and skin protested, shivering from their desire to return to their natural form. But it was her heart, oh her heart, that groaned the loudest. Finding itself not only changed and shrunken, it was charged with supplying blood to thirsty, beating wings. The organ was pummeling the insides of the bird's rib cage, angry. She knew she could not hold this form for long.
She flew through the clearing once, to assess the location of Amber and her capture, but quickly vanished again into the tree line. None of the vagabonds seemed to pay her any mind, their eyes honed and lusting for horse flesh, not birds. Quickly she rounded a tree and again entered the clearing, this time descending quickly upon the black mare who had ensnared Amber. The villian noticed far too late and Froya's unnatural talons pierced the mare's face, a single talon skewering her eye, and the vagabond screamed. Her weapon clattered to the ground as Froya released an eagle cry that mixed with the pained, rage filled wails of the cultist mare. With deadly intent, the bird-cloaked Valkyrie plunged her maw into the remaining eye of the enemy, taking it with her as she was flung from her perch by the wild throws of the mare's head, red strings of flesh stretching and snapping.
"Kill it!" she screamed, wheeling away from Amber blindly. Froya could hold the form no longer, shifting in another plume of golden dust before hitting the ground hard on her shoulder with a loud thud. The way was clear for Amber to take out the opposing mare any way she pleased.
Post: 6
Word Count: 390
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 8, 2016 10:05:33 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Amber listened as Zestoka started sharing 'banter' with one of the cultist's. She was half amused, half disgusted at how easily they were provoked by the other Valkyrie. It was almost a wonder the group became so notorious, the way they acted like children. Then again it was probably a certain madness that gave them this childish attitude, the same madness that made them follow and kill others in name of some non-existent god. The lack of sanity was dangerous indeed.
It all was cut short when Froya swooped down in her avian form, blinding her capturer and making her weapon fall to the ground.
"Kill it! [/i]
With an in retrospect almost befitting reference to the vile creature that had held her at cut throat, Amber reacted on Froya's command in an instant, speed always having been her forte over strenght. Lightning fast she used her telekinesis to grab hold of the fallen sword before thrusting it forward, cutting the blinded enemy's throat without any hesistation. To the others she screamed "Now!" She herself bracing as the other cultist were already reacting as their fellow cultist's body dropped to the ground unmoving.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Sept 11, 2016 0:33:01 GMT -6
BALTHAZAR | RAIDER
The large brute watched as the others made their game plans, attempting to either distract or confront the Cultists as they ran around, chasing their tails, arguing and spitting threats. The mare still had Amber at knife-point, though Amber didn't seem as worried as she should have. The cultists had nothing to lose, frankly, so threats from them should never have been considered empty. There was a one hundred percent chance they'd be followed through with. Balthazar kept an eye on the two who were bickering in the background, and eventually they calmed down and rejoined their group.
"We don't want that... we can just make another filled with your blood." The female said, eyes wild and brows furrowed. The male still looked sour, and Balthazar couldn't help but snicker slightly at how childish he was being.
A few minutes passed before Froya returned. However she was not in her usual form, flying overhead. Balthazar didn't know it was her, but he could sense something was 'special' about the eagle weaving in and out of the treeline. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, before facing the Cultists again,
"Something tells me I'm going to be wearing vials of your blood soon. Couldn't possibly tell you how I know that." He said boldly, standing square, muscles clenched. He broke a slight smile, sharpened teeth ready for flesh. He did not crave it the same way the Cultists did, but these idiots were pissing him off so badly that his temper was boiling over, and when it did, he was explicitly violent. Unmerciful and torturous. He enjoyed flaying his enemies, dismembering them alive. He would probably not be able to do that today, but never the less, killing these fools would be satisfying beyond compare.
Finally, Froya made her move, and came down upon the Cultist who was threatening Amber. Balthazar watched with anticipation as Froya impaled the mares eyes, before she finally catapulted to the ground and transformed back into an equine. He found it completely compelling and odd- watching an animal transform into something it wasn't. His eyes instantly turned back to Amber though as she slit the Cultists throat, 'Finally, something I can approve of.' He said, smirking to himself. In that split second, the stallion who'd been so distraught over losing his vial of blood lunged over the bushes and toward Balthazar, his own small dagger held out in front of him, swaying and thrusting toward the heavy draft. Balthazar jumped back, dodging the swipes as he jingled the vial before the Cultist,
"Oh you want this?" He said, dropping it before him and stomping on it. The glass shattered, blood trickling across the ground. The stallion looked utterly lost, tears brimming his eyes before his brows narrowed and he lunged for Balthazar again, this time with ten times more ferocity.
"How DARE you! You have no idea what you've done, fool, I'll knock you out and then cut you up piece by piece until there's nothing left!" He cried.
Balthazar jumped to the side and with his head, knocked it into the Cultists' own skull. He heard a loud crunch, and the Cultist fell back, stumbling and tossing his head around, all while moaning in pain. This would be too easy.
WC: 548
PC: #6
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Sept 15, 2016 6:34:36 GMT -6
Kathra|War-Forged|Valkyrie
The partially shifted valkyrie watched in silence as Froya whispered to them and ran, causing two cultists to chase in her wake. As the others began taunting, Kathra wanted to say something, but she didn't want to lose concentration, this was the most she'd managed to do ever, and didn't want to lose it. So she stood there, baring carnivorous fangs and glaring down the cultists, silent, waiting. The cultist that had been babbling repeated phrases matched her gaze
"Ooh, this one is blessed, blessed blood, blessed blood, digen so loves-"
A loud eagle's cry shot through the commotion, followed by screams, blood, chaos. Kathra shifted her body back, keeping her teeth, and vocal cords. That she could hold even if she had to focus on fighting. The babbler watched in rage as Amber slit the throat of his companion.
"OH YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"
The cultist ran towards the pale colored Valkyrie, and Kathra took that moment to charge. She let out a scream, cords twisting the noise into an enraged bellow of a bear, lowered her head and charged forward. As contact was made, she yanked her head up, piercing the cultist's hide with her third horn. Warm blood splashed across her muzzle as the cultist was thrown off balance, reeling from the impact. He rose and stared at the chimeric mare with a deranged smile. Kathra didn't give him the time of day, charging again, this time ducking to the side and rearing up, sinking her bear-like teeth into the back of the cultists neck.
Post 6|WC: 258
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 25, 2016 14:52:14 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
They were on the move and they needed to act fast. She steeled herself when one of the cultist yelled at her for killing his companion, hooves taking off towards her, excepting some form of combat. Instead she let out an appreciative sound as Khatra barged into his side, sinking what where apparently animal fangs into his neck. The cultist howled in pain and she smirked, seeing Balthazar downright head knocking another one into oblivion. Even she felt mildly impressed. Alright, three down, three more to go. She turned her head trying to locate the remaining three, but was soon forced to reel back as a knife came flying towards her. She wasn't fast enough and it grazed her over the face, creating a cut from her cheek over her muzzle and the above her eyes as she jerked back. Blood soon poured down it and leaked into her eye. "Ah!" She backed up, sending her gift scattering out in front off her, lightly frosting the once melting snow. It did little, but it made one of the cultist slip and loose balance and that bought her the time she needed to rejoin her fellow herd horses. Knowing her aim to be off with one eye, she called: "Someone!" hoping they would take cultist's staggering as an opportunity to strike.
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(Hit the mark \o/ )
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Post by Quorkbirb on Oct 6, 2016 1:55:23 GMT -6
Froya | Valkyrie
The Valkyrie lay in the mud for a few moments, her shoulder throbbing against the earth and her eyes involuntarily clasp shut. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears and she suddenly gasped, the grip of shock suddenly releasing. Her eyes flew open and her head spun round just in time to see Amber release a spray of blood from the cultist mare's throat.
With one enemy successfully neutralized, Froya turned her attention to the rest as she wobbled to her hooves. None had heeded their leader's final words, or at least had not acted upon them quickly. It was lucky for Froya, she had been stunned for a handful of heartbeats, enough of a window for a cultist to utilize. Before she was on the move, however, her attention was once again on Amber. The two cultists that had followed Froya into the woods had returned just in time to witness the slaughter of their leader and had immediately retaliated by throwing a knife at young Amber. The valkyrie had cried out for assistance and Froya was quick to respond. Running forward, though still unsteady from her fall, she leaped over the motionless body of cultist leader and flanked the temporary blinded tobiano.
"I'm still weak from using my blessing, but I will help you drive them back towards the group. Together we can take them down."
Glancing at those in their small group that were not preoccupied back, she started to weave towards the cultists in a way that would usher them right into her companion's clutches.
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Word Count: 258
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