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Post by Flarism on Aug 15, 2016 21:10:15 GMT -6
 Event Journal//
Premise Journal//Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 209: Run! Team Leader: Little Bird, Voidra Participants: Freya, Lucrezia, Grievous, Fletcher Post Frequency: Multiple times weekly. Please keep the following in mind! - Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum! - No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's posts. - AP/CS/FVR Rewards are based on the post frequency you signed up for. Check the chapter journal for earnings! - If the post frequency you signed up for is faster than the plot is designated, you can either revert to the lower amount, or commit to posting more than the others. - If the post frequency you signed up for is slower than the plot is designated, you can bump up to the faster speed if you choose, but you're still only required to do the speed you signed up with. - Your team is precious. Don't let anyone feel left behind! Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D |
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 16, 2016 6:04:23 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
The quiet calm was shattered by the sound of screams and hooves as a flurry of motion entered their camp. First came the small foals that were crying at the top of their lungs to go home to their mothers and fathers, and shortly after, they were followed by older, injured horses. Cuts and bruises riddled their pelts, and from the panic painted on their faces, the danger they were running from was very close by. The pegasus mare tossed the bandages she had been boiling to the side as she extended her wings to cover the foals that ran her way. "Come! Get behind me, little ones." She called to the scared children, seeing their legs tremble in fear and exhaustion from whatever or whoever it had been chasing this group of Vagabonds as they fumbled to run behind her large wingspan.
Little Bird's ears swiveled back and forth, listening for any movement in the silence that had followed the injured group coming into their camp. She glanced over at her team. So much for Ithran and Dinah tending to their wounds. Her skin crawled in a way that was only caused by someone watching her. "Freya, get ready for-" She didn't even get a chance to finish her sentence before they were attacked. Little Bird whinnied loudly and snarled her lips at their new attackers. They weren't from Aodh, but what they were was much worse than a small party of Guards. From the cold, bloodthirsty expressions on their faces, they were no other than Cultists. "Fantastic." Little Bird hissed under her breath and snorted angrily.
Her eyes glanced back at the injured Vagabonds that had run into their group, assessing their injuries before looking back at the band of Cultists that surrounded them. There were quite a few more of them than there were Vindicators, but odd matches hadn't stopped them in the past, so why would it now? "Freya, we need to defend the young ones and anyone too injured to fight. As for you all," she turned quickly to look at the scared Vagabonds, her expression shining with determination in hopes to ignite some courage in these horses. If need be though, she could always throw up a force field to protect them from any blows the Cultists might try to deal. "If you're able enough, we need you to fight. None of us are going to make it out of this is if you sit back or run away. These horses will chase you until your legs can't carry you any more, and I'm sure you know that you don't want them to catch you."
'And I don't know about you, but I have something to get home to.... depending on how he felt about me leaving after everything I promised him that is.' Little Bird thought to herself, sighing heavily before turning to face their attackers. She needed to make it out of this. She needed to make it back home to see if Diony had had the last straw with her leaving constantly, and she wouldn't blame him at all if he never wanted to see her again, especially after she had left things this time.
The strawberry roan mare glanced over to her friend and fellow Vindicator and gave her a strong nod of her head. They could do this. They had made it out of Aodh after burning down the Crucible without being captured or killed. They could take on some sicko Cultists who probably wanted to drink their blood or bottle up their insides or something else disgusting.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Aug 16, 2016 13:14:57 GMT -6
Freya|Vindicator
Freya's ears perked at a distant sound that festered into chilling screams that grew louder and louder by the second, Swerving herself around just in time she caught the source of the noise in the corner of her eye. "Foals?!" She looked to Birdie alarmed as she rounded them up under her wings. "What in Valore is going on?!" She said before she jumped out of the way as more Vagabonds bolted into their camp. "Bloody hell, Where did you horses come from??" She inquired, Something then caught her attention quietly lurking beyond her control, There was something else the woods were hiding.
She turned to Birdie as she spoke but faced her oncoming attackers as she stopped, 'If it's another Aodhian I swear I'm going to fry some pampered ass.' But that thought soon turned dark as her opponents then came into view "Damn Cultists..." She snorted and flattened her ears mustering every bit of rage and control in her "Birdie, We're getting you back to Dio.. I promise." Freya shot a smile over to her friend before snapping towards the cultists trying to stall them to give Birdie time to talk to the injured refugees. "State your business!" '...Filth' She thought to herself as she spoke to the dark group of equines.
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 16, 2016 17:13:28 GMT -6
Vagabond Cultist
Saddlebags slung over his flanks and strapped securely to his body, Fletcher was ready to head out almost instantly. The simple design held his flasks of dyes, colors, bleaches and few other belongings. He'd never owned much, never needed much, but with no knowledge of what was to come, he wasn't ready to leave anything behind. So in preparation to head out, he watched his brother and sisters in silence, a small, content smile lingering on his lips. Whatever their great lord had in store for them, it would be glorious! Fletcher moved with his family in silence, focused on whatever task laid ahead and conserving any energy for it. A scent of something familiar wafted past his flared nostrils, and for a moment it was almost ignored, so focused was he on following his blood-red leader. A heartbeat passed and he realized what was happening, who they were creeping upon. He couldn't name any names, but he had been in enough clashes with these rodents to know their scents. Oh, glorious Digend, there were so many of them, and their mingling scents were peppered with blood and weakness! They knew wolves in equine skin were arriving, as the wounded and young soon spooked. Fletcher could not contain himself and let our a bark of gleeful laughter! Their lord provided! Always! As the first ripple of fear caused the inevitable domino effect and send the strange horses fleeing deeper into their own camp, the greying stallion lost control of himself. He picked up speed instantly, the movement before him a bright lure he could not shake. His hooves cut deep gorges into the earth and nostrils billowed white steam. Up ahead a small one, old enough to understand that death was arriving, cried pathetically for her mother, and Fletcher locked eyes on the golden form. The terrified foal was clearly separated from her family, and as she sucked in air to cry for help, Fletcher rammed the tiny body with his broad chest. The young one made a pathetic sound and sprawled across the ground, air knocked clean out of her. Fletcher followed without a pause. There was no fight. He reared, brought down massive hooves and tiny bones gave way to his weight with ease. Blood sprayed his legs and chest as he breathed in the coppery scent, a shiver running through his body. Cool green eyes lifted slowly and locked on the who had spoken, who had called out to them. He laughed and tossed his head, narrowing his eyes on the mare.
"Death, " he hissed through clenched teeth, and laughed once more, eyeing the panic before him with sadistic glee. "Digend provides... " he chuckled, and launched himself forward at Freya.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 16, 2016 17:34:25 GMT -6
Voidra Cultist of the Dead Woods
The cultist family was on the move, there was no time to wait, with Digend wanting them to move onwards. Oh her beloved Digend, the master of chaos, the swoon in her loins. She would gladly die for him, and even now she gladly lived for him. Every essence of her belonged to him, though she may be with others, her heart only knew one thing, was that Digend was all she ever wanted in life, and perhaps she would be given a chance at life after death with him, being at his side. Oh it made her squirm with delight feeling the heat flush against her skin. Voidra always seemed to get a bit lost when thinking of her beloved, yet a scent awoken her from her sense. That smell, oh yes. Voidra purred with delight. " Vindicators." she whispered out. To her delight she was right as saw them ahead trying to scramble together. Voidra bite her lip till she tasted blood. " Let's play a little game aye?" she called out to them with glee. Eyes twinkling as she felt herself breaking from her own control, allowing the beast within her to awaken. Shoulder rolled as she eyed them all with a guilty desire, the desire to taste their blood, to see how far she can stretch their intestine. She wondered could she string their chords and make a violin from them? The cultist could use a little music. " Let's see how many horses I have to kill to get you to Redhead." she called out to little bird. " I wonder does that hair match you insides?" she cackled out before rearing up and was racing forwards. Though as she much as she wanted to focus merely on Little Bird, the one trying to lead them onwards, she could not deny herself the thrill of killing the feeble when she could. An mare wounded from lords know what seemed dazed or lost in fear. Voidra raced forwards watching the mares eyes grow in fear. Voidra reared up hooves hitting her the frightened mares face before the tumbled on the ground. Voidra took but a moment to lowers her head and hook her horn on their throat and rip it upwards, blood spilled all over her face and any near her, could hear her moan of pleasure. The mare took a few gasp before bleeding out on the ground. Voidra's quick cutthroat was her signature move, a few mares have lived from it and could be seen wandering the plans even now. Eyes turned as she erupted in mad laughter. " Better be quick, better run fast, better to first, then to be last." she snarled out as she clamped at her teeth at them. She was out for blood, getting taken over by her drive of mad curiosity, to see if there was something different in the Vindicators mind that made them naturally be good. Was there some chemical she was unaware of? Did little Birds inside match the drapes? All of these needed to know, she need to know it all. Voidra licked her lips, tasting the hot blood of another. Getting up she shook her head flickering blood at and relished in the screams of babes and adults alike. Let sweet chaos take over them all, let the fear and madness drive them to the lords name. All of this for Digend. Let him take each death, and let it breath life into him. Eyes found Littlebird, as Voidra grinned biting her lip. " Ready?" she called out to her, before rearing up and racing forwards in LittleBirds direction. Take out the leader and soon they all would scatter. " Stay strong my cultist. Leave no horse left alive." she laughed out to them. Post 3
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Post by Flarism on Aug 21, 2016 13:49:01 GMT -6
Grievous could barely contain his excitement.
The scent of blood already tainted the air around them, Fletcher's kill on one side, Voidra's on the other. It made the teen's heart race. And without Mother Genesis to lead him, his ears tuned to the words of Voidra. The colt had to admit, he'd always been curious about her, and her strange experiments. And her command was one he could certainly get behind.
He reared onto his back legs, kicking out his front hooves and letting out a joyous cry.
Then his bloodthirsty eyes did roam, settling on one of the tender foals below the wing of Little Bird. His tongue slid over eager lips- teeth clacking as if to practice a bite. He would follow Voidra, noting her sun-orange eyes focused on the winged mare.
He nipped at the heels of some retreating foals, cackling all the while. "Yes, run! Move those little hooves, before I cut them off!" Not the best evil banter, but he was young yet. Give him time. The intent was there, even if the skill was not. And he still looked intimidating enough, with that sharp horn.
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Grievous - Vagabond Cultist
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 21, 2016 15:41:12 GMT -6
Her mother’s vision had been right after all. Happiness swelled in her breast. Oh, of course it was! Mother was always right one way or another! With the help of Digend, she had guided them to the vindicators, and now all the group needed to do was take them out.
She drew into a deep breath to steady herself. If she allowed her excitement to overtake her, she would risk spoiling the fun.
The vindicators scrambled upon sight of the approaching cultist band. They split into two groups; one prepared for battle, and one prepared for fleeing with the younglings and the weak. Lucrezia had heard of the attack that the vindicators made against Aodh, and how damaging it had been to their numbers. She see, even from a distance, that they did not look at all in a good condition. Lucrezia often dreamed of a world without the vindicators. Without vindicators, the cultists would be able to flourish, able to spread their chaos without the pests interfering.
And like the vindicators, the cultists split as well with Genesis’ command. Lucrezia was sent after the younglings and the weak, while her mother went after the defense. She would make mother and Digend proud.
The scent of blood was already strong in the air.
Fletcher had taken the first spilling of blood, snatching the life from a young one who was all too easily overpowered. Lucrezia could only grin at the sight of it. With Fletcher on Freya, and Voidra on Little Bird, those that the vindicators sought to protect were left defenseless.
It seemed Grievous had the same idea - or well, general idea.
Lucrezia took up position with the colt. “Round them up, Grievous!” she called to him. She charged ahead of the fleeing and panicked foals, her longer legs allowing her to easily cover ground faster than they could.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 21, 2016 17:00:51 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
Her brown eyes darted over toward Freya as she heard her call out, ‘Birdie, We're getting you back to Dio.. I promise.’ Pain and guilt washed over her at the thought of the grullo stallion. This was what she deserved for leaving him after promising to marry him and leave this life behind. She deserved to be ripped apart by these barbarians and used as some kind of weird sacrifice to their made-up god, and yet simply giving up didn’t come to her mind as she readied herself for this battle. She needed to get back home to her love. She needed to show him that her promises were worth believing. “I’ve got your back, Freya. We’re all getting out of this.” The roan mare stated, snorting at the bloodthirsty scum that stood in front of them.
Little Bird saw the innocent foal running toward them too late. One of the Cultist had already honed in on her, ramming her with his broad chest and causing her to fall beneath his hooves. The sound of her small, fragile bones cracking filled the clearing and resonated in Little Bird’s ears. Her eyes grew round in mild horror for a split second before her blood began to boil within her, and she exploded in a matter of seconds as the Cultist stallion who had trampled over the filly charged Freya. Little Bird needed revenge. She needed to right these wrongs before anything else happened to them or the refugees that had stumbled upon them. Everything that had happened over the past few months had bubbled over in her mind to create the perfect storm, and it was a storm that wouldn’t settle until all of this was finished.
Her brows furrowed, and her eyes locked with the crazed gaze of the pink-horned unicorn as she slit the throat of one of the Vagabonds, not missing a step in her stride toward her. Little Bird snorted at her taunts, and a twisted grin curled up the corners of her lips. “Girl, I wouldn’t mess with me. I might be just as crazy as you right now.” She called back to the Cultist mare as she galloped toward her with her cronies in tow.
Little Bird readied herself, her muscles tensing more and more as each moment passed. Her ears swiveled toward the horses coming around her flanks, calling to one another and to the foals that stood defenseless behind her. The roan mare snorted. She wouldn’t be able to defend them with this many horses to fight against.
But she would be damned if she wasn’t going to try. “Back off!” She yelled at the large unicorn stallion and jumped between him and a foal that was close to being caught. A devilish smirk pulled up the corners of her lips when she saw their closeness, and that was when she formed a large force field right in front of him. Surely that would stop him in his tracks at least for a few moments. “How’d that feel, big guy? And what kind of name is Grievous anyways? You could have at least made the message a little subliminal when you picked your name.” Little Bird taunted. It probably wasn’t a great idea in this situation, but she just couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into her, but she felt… destructive. Not the kind that made others light things on fire just to watch them burn, but the kind that made her not care about what happened to her. Whatever pain was dealt her way, she deserved it for what she had done to Diony. All that really mattered was that everyone she cared about made it out of this alive. After that, a few injuries and near death experiences weren’t ideal, but she could certainly work around them.
“Now why don’t you Cultists take your merry band, and go find some nice, fluffy sheep or something to slaughter for that Digend god of yours instead of these horses? I’m sure you’ve got enough blood and skulls to make whatever weird concoctions you want to make or do whatever sacrifices you need to do to win the favor of your god. Why don't you just go?”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 21, 2016 23:47:52 GMT -6
Voidra
Cultist of the Dead Woods
Brow arose as a mad laughter escaped her lips. " Crazy? As if you even understand the mere cusp of what I truly am." she sneered with pure delight. Teeth showing as her sneer turned into a mad smile. A haunting like tune escaping her lips as she slowed her pace a bit and began walking towards Little Bird.
"I'll rip your flesh apart
let it erupt like maggots
let your blood pour out
but I won't kill you yet
Ill pluck your eye out
let you witness what i've done
I'll hear your screams tonight
But I won't kill you yet
I'll rip you piece to piece
till you nothing but decay
so cold and so lonely
never to be whole again."Voidra laughed all the more, loosing touch of her stable part of her. Loosing her control splicer and has now turned into the mad scientist. Voidra lifted a leg, licking the blood off of it, and enjoying every taste. Eyes turned as she looked to Grievous, but to late the sheild was up. Eyes narrowed, as she titled her head, but Little Bird began to speak and Voidra couldn't help, but be amused by this. " Go? But we just got here and you would leave your leader alone with us, for if you run, who says we will chase? Perhaps the best way to kill you all, is to kill the leader." Voidra laughed all the more. "Digend brought us to you, its only fair we make sure you see him after death." she howled with laughter. Voidra tossed her head and bolted forwards aiming to knock Little Bird back in hopes to expose the little foal. Let them all destroy everyone but the Vindicators. Let them feel the guilt as they couldn't protect anyone. " Kill all the foals and Vagabonds. Let us see if Vindicators are even worthy enough to be called that." she howled with laughter. Eyes turned to Little Bird once. " I want to know how you feel, when you watch everyone you ever tried to save die. I want the word to spread the Vindicators are worthless, they no one is safe from us. The Cultist have nothing to loose, but what do you have to loose redhead?" she grinned chomping her teeth at her. Post 4
Notes// Feel free to either knock voidra aside or have her miss completely or let her push little bird <3 I roll with whatever ;D I don't mind one bit haha |
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Aug 22, 2016 17:02:13 GMT -6
Freya|Vindicator
The sounds of hooves were muffled by the forest, Using what skills she learned being a Vindicator she could figure out that there was not two but at least three cultists ready to attack them. But soon after the world slowed down as Freya and Birdie both witnessed the poor soul of the little filly slaughtered right in front of them, the fragile crunch of the not even fully formed bones that the unknown silver paint stallion gleefully crushed made her whole body cringe, she wanted to get the sickening sound out of her head. She sent a look of despair to Birdie, But then with just a few words Little Bird gave Freya the confidence she needed to help take down these maggots, 'Ive got your back.' the message played multiple times and then with a change of heart she snorted at the cultists lurking about. Freya then responded to the cold voice that echoed in her ears. "Death?" She questioned, "Don't-cha have anything better to spew than that you masochist"
With that, things turned around and her emotions switched from the anguish she felt to rage, She would protect the rest of the innocent foals and her best friend at all costs."Come and get me you bastard!" Freya yelled out as the stallion started to charge her but then a split second mistake would cost her injuries and possibly death, she heard Viodra's voice and froze... That haunting voice was very familiar and it gave her chills. When she tuned into her saying Little Birds name it sent her brain into a panic. "Birdie be careful! I know you're smart but that mare is deadly dangerous" She noted, Though she well knew Little Bird could handle a heavy chevalier when they attacked Aodh this was totally different situation. There were lives at stake among their own 'Gods help us' Freya whispered to herself moments before chaos would consume her. "Let's kick these monsters asses for that little one, eh Birdie?" Freya enthusiastically said to Little Bird. The cultists that lurked about would be the bringer of that afore spoken chaos, Before Freya could react the silver stallion struck himself right into her forcing her body to hit the ground and hard. His eyes locked onto Freya teeth bared and ready for the kill.
At the last moment she thought to herself, 'What would Dinah do?'
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Post by SagaWolf on Aug 26, 2016 9:20:14 GMT -6
Vagabond Cultist
OUMPH! The force of their colliding bodies knocked a good deal of air from Fletcher's lungs, but nothing he didn't instantly recover from, as he had been prepared. The mare, however, had been distracted spewing heroic words, trying to raise the spirits of her fellow vindicator. It gave Fletcher immense pleasure to see her tumble to the ground, and he was hot on her heels, teeth indeed bared in a sadistic grin. He longed for the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, fresh and warm, oozing from violent wounds. But vindicators were deadly, even when floundering on one side and Fletcher was not about to bring his head down to her level. Instead he'd simply bash in her skull, make the baby-splatter on his hooves, mingle with the mare's brains. The grey stallion reared with a hollow laughter as soon as Freya went down, kicked the air just once, and brought his hooves down, hard. Unless she moved swiftly, Fletcher was sure he had another kill on his list. He felt victorious already! These poor mares would never be able to withstand Digend. The Cultists would leave behind nothing but blood-soaked and muddy ground, littered with fallen bodies.
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There is PLENTY of time/space for Freya to dodge, just to clarify. Fletcher is just stupid confident that he has already won.
Oh, and because I'm forgetful, this is what he looks like in the chapter (plus saddlebags):
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 26, 2016 22:25:32 GMT -6
The next thing she knew, Grievous was on the ground, forced away by the blast of a force field. Lucrezia screeched, an ear piercing sound, and whirled around to face the wretched pegasus who had cast the force field. With Voidra still on the mare, Lucrezia was able to quickly return her focus to the foals were still attempting their pitiful escape.
With a quick glance to Grievous, she set off again on the chase. Grievous could handle himself, and if the force field was strong enough to render him useless to the mission, then he didn’t deserve to even come along. It was easy to catch up to the foals again, their small strides miniscule in comparison to her own. “Oh, you may run little ones, but you will never get far!” Lucrezia barked at them. She leaped and grabbed at the tail of one foal, yanking them back and knocking them off of their feet. The poor thing went tumbling. With a grin, Lucrezia reared and brought her hooves down onto the foal’s neck. With a satisfying snap, the little one was gone.
Her sides heaved with the physical exertion, but she was not done. She still had plenty more to do.
Out of the blue, one of the foals made a bold charge at her. Caught off guard by the attack, she stumbled and tripped over the body of the foal she had just murdered. This one had spirit, she gave them credit for that. Angered by the fact such a young thing had managed to knock her over her own feet, Lucrezia scrambled back up to retaliate. For mother, she thought and launched herself towards the foal.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 29, 2016 5:58:05 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
Crazy… Little Bird certainly felt as though she were. With all of the emotions running rampant in her head alongside all of the guilt for what she had done to the people of Aodh as well as her supposed-to-be husband, she felt like she was losing control of reality. None of this could actually be real right?
The pungent smell of blood was all too real though, and she found herself unable to look at the crumpled bodies of the foals that laid on the clearing ground. They had been so young, so innocent, and they hadn’t even been given the chance to live their lives. Little Bird snorted angrily, imagining if those foals were her own child, and the thought itself was enough to make her blood boil.
“The Cultist have nothing to lose, but what do you have to lose redhead?”
The Cultist mare’s words rung in her head. What did she have to lose?
Everything.
She had friends and a family that she desperately wanted to get back to. She wanted to hold her fiance and the abandoned foal they had been raising and never let them go. But it was the things that she had to lose that inspired her on the battlefield. They ignited a fire within her that she needed to keep going, to keep fighting until she made it back to them, and to protect the innocents that were still alive.
Her muscles tensed as Voidra came toward her, and she gave her wings a strong push to get her off the ground and out of the way just in time before the Cultist made contact. Little Bird lowered her head defensively, ready for her next move. All the while the gears of her mind turned for ideas of how to get them out of this. No matter how insane this Cultist was, she was right about one thing: if they tried to run with the foals and other Vagabonds, they would just be leaving Dinah and Ithran to their deaths. They had to stay here and fight.
Her head snapped toward the sound of a foal’s angered whinny to find one of them had caught one of the Cultists off guard, causing her to trip on the fallen body of its friend. Little Bird turned toward one of the uninjured Vagabonds that had run into their camp and nodded toward the two fighting horses. “Help that foal while Freya and I have two of them distracted! We have a better chance if we work together.” She called out to the other Vagabond before returning her full attention to her opponent. Two force fields formed around her, one in front of her and the other in front of the foals that still stood behind her. With that, Little Bird charged Voidra, swinging her force field in hopes to land contact somewhere on the mare’s body as she lunged toward her throat.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 31, 2016 8:17:18 GMT -6
Voidra Cultist of the Dead Woods
Eyes narrowed as she saw her words make some sense to the red headed mare. Good, good, it was what she wanted, come and fight. Fight them all, but they were so heavily outnumbered and once they all killed these two, they could take out the rest. If they fled, they had better chances, such a shame she did not see that. Oh well, Voidra thought as she grinned all the more. Let them stay and be the new age of the Cultists, how the villains and madmen won. Let their story be told, let there be songs, how today the Cultists won. Pink tongue slide from her lips, tasting the blood of another on them. " So now we play?" she called out laughing all the more as she saw Little Bird gather her force fields. Oh how divine! A little cheat, but Voidra had played games like this before, of who can out do who. Voidra was used to winning, and being this state of madness, her moves were vague and unpredictable. Voidra eyed her surronding as she rang forwards towards Little Bird, but in mere second she grabbed the body of a dead foal with her telekinesis and flung it at the shield as she leapt to the side almost missing the shield, yet her hind leg caught it and she tumbled to the side laughing all the more. There was pain, but of course that was to be expected, but Voidra know feeling but a mere impact of the sheild was wanting to know more about it all. Oh she was curious now. far too curious. " I wonder how many hits your shields can take before they break?" she remarked with a purr. As she slowly got up and shook her body grinning like a cat that had won. Eyes picked up the dead foals body, the one she flung at the sheild, and she thought to herself, Yes how many hits indeed. Voidra swung the dead body at the foal that was being protected by the force field. "Scream." she remarked to the child, as she flung the dead body once more at child being protected. Voidra was indeed quite fascinated. How much could this shield take? With each strike of the dead foals body on the shield, she watched the blood drip down and contact of wall and body. Bones were shattered and a limb fell apart. Voidra for a moment a bit lost in the wonders of what was happening before. With each thud of the shield, she wanted to know more and more, and that only meant one thing. She needed the bird. Post 5 |
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Sept 22, 2016 13:28:01 GMT -6
Freya|Vindicator
Freya could barely catch her breath, Her sides swelled with aching pain from the collision. 'Dinah would be disappointed in me..' this single negative thought that popped into her head would give her the small push she needed. Before the stallions hooves slammed into the ground Freya let out a hollow grunt and rolled to the side then quickly getting up to wait for her moment to strike, Right before the stallion could raise his hooves once more Freya rammed her shoulder into the stallions side. "You're smart, I can tell.. But why did you think you could attack us and get away with it?" 'What if it doesn't work??... {*} 'Is he stronger than I thought?' She backed up and prepared herself to fight guerrilla style like back in Aodh at the crucible, "Gods be with you Birdie" Freya softly spoke while keeping her eyes on her target. 'What is he planning next??...' She tried to remember what all she had in her saddlebags but her lingering anxiety kept speaking louder than her own thoughts.
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Fletcher can take that shove as a mosquito bite or whatever you'd like! c:
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Post by SagaWolf on Sept 24, 2016 8:48:19 GMT -6
Vagabond Cultist
The mare was fast, rolling swiftly, making Fletcher miss, hooves striking solid ground instead of flesh and bone. He gave a hiss of irritation, clicking his teeth and flattening his ears. She was up, and he had already shifted his weight back to rear once more, but before he could get into the motion, her shoulder slammed into his side. He spluttered faintly as air was forced out of his lunges once more, and stumbled back, away from the mare whose strength he had misjudged. The others all seemed hellbent on getting to the pegasus protecting the youngsters so it would seem that he was on his own for now. The vindicator's words had him chuckle. Did she really think small talk would distract him? Oh sweet little girl... "Quite a simple answer to that, m'dear, " he started, deep voice silky smooth, compassionate even. He began circling slowly, and as he did his skin began to ripple. It looked like something was struggling to free itself, pressing up against the grey and white hide. Fletcher didn't seem at all bothered as his skin suddenly ripped like wet paper, huge flakes drifting to the ground alongside chunks of mane and tail hair, but vanishing into thin air before they could land. The cultist was still standing, but was now black as the night, from head to hoof. It almost looked as if he'd been dipped in a bucket of paint, if not for the horrific shedding of skin, and untouched saddlebags. "We have Digend on our side! "Fletcher hoped that his changeling transformation would shock and horrify, buying him enough time to sink teeth into flesh. He rushed forward with bared teeth, aiming for any part of the vindicator's body to rip bloody.
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