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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 23, 2016 18:03:13 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey looked down at the mare at her hooves as she whined below her. Didn't want to do this? Aubrey shook her head, pointing her hammer at the paint unicorn's head. "You don't understand. We have to do this to survive. Pillaging and plundering is our only chance of living." She bent her head down to look into the other mare's green eyes as they filled with tears. "This is your herd's fault. They had it coming." With that, she delivered a quick kick to the mare's shoulder and felt the impact through her metal prosthetic leg. Her ears pinned to the back of her head at the sound of the herder mare's cries, reminding her of how her own sobs had rung through the air every time her War-Forged ex-husband had beat her nearly to death. No one came to the crying herder's side to comfort her, to help her, and no one had saved Aubrey either all those years ago.
Aubrey's head suddenly jerked to the side at the piercing sound of a bird's cry was followed by hooves hammered on the ground, and they were coming straight toward them. Abandoning the herder at her hooves, the pegasus mare trotted forward a few steps, squinting into the darkness. 'Someone had come to the herders' aide.'
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Post by cogaidh on Dec 23, 2016 18:10:51 GMT -6
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. The chaos that was unfolding in the clearing had the young mare on edge, she wanted to stop further harm to the herders but she would wait for Kathra’s command. When the chimeric mare surged into a run, Òtama let her hooves dig into the turf to launch herself forward. She brought her sword up and let loose a battle cry that echoed across the clearing, “For the Warlord!” her usually quiet voice thunderous in her rage at the cowardice of these attackers. What little light filled the clearing showed the distinctive appearances of several members of the Bloody Flanks. Noting where her commander was heading she changed her direction to defend one of the other herders. The light of the fire shown off the razor edge of her sword as she lunged towards the tattered winged pegasus. When a panicked sheep ran across her path, she picked up her feet and gracefully leapt over it her landing as sure as her blade.
The young mule didn’t even truly take in what the other horse looked like before she slammed shoulder first into the pegasus. The edge of her sword grated on something metal and her mind registered that the other horse had a prosthetic leg. Òtama didn’t follow through all the way with the bash, dancing away and holding her sword in in a guard position. She maneuvered herself between the attacker and the downed herder. With some space between the two she was able to get a measure of her opponent. She did have a prosthetic leg, but Òtama didn’t plan on underestimating her on the preserved disability. Noting the warhammer the other mare held she steadied her grip on her sword, deflection would be the easiest way to avoid injury. She bared her teeth at the attacker, “Coward! You Bloody Flanks are cowards for attacking the defenseless! As bad as Cultists!” Òtama kept one long ear pointed at her target while the other swiveled constantly to see if any other attacker might sneak up on them.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 23, 2016 18:24:44 GMT -6
Ezmeralda | War-Forged | Herder
Ezmeralda felt hot tears stream down her cheeks that seemed to flow uncontrollably from her eyes as she fought to look up at the mare that stood over her. She flinched at that hammer that was suddenly pointed her way, half expecting her attacker to lift it then and there and end her life. She closed her eyes, praying that she would live to live another day. Suddenly, at the face of death, she thought of all the things that she regretted. She wished she had been more confident in herself, that she hadn't let her insecurities stop her from doing things that she may never have the chance to do again. Ezmeralda found herself thinking that she hadn't told her sister that she loved her enough and had never told Muiris that she loved him at all.
There was a sharp feeling in her shoulder, and she cried out in pain, realizing that the mare had kicked her. She looked at her shoulder through the tears that dropped from her eyes, seeing the bloody mark that the mare had made.
SCREE!
Out of nowhere it seemed, there was a piercing sound, and Ezmeralda looked up to see a fleet of angry-looking defenses- the Valkyrie!
"H-help!" The paint unicorn cried out as her attacker trotted forward a few steps. Maybe if an experienced fighter took the lead, Ezmeralda could lend a few helpful blows until the enemy was down. Suddenly there was help. A overo mare came to her rescue. Hope surged in the herder, and she fought to get to her hooves. It felt like the Valkyrie had given her new life... but that might be too soon to say. There was still much fighting to be done before the night was over it seemed.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 23, 2016 18:31:13 GMT -6
(There's actually no gryphon, Kathra only mimicked the sound with her shapeshifting blessing, sorry about the confusion |D)
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 23, 2016 18:42:48 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey didn't see the other mare coming until it was too late and had barreled right into her. The spotted mare's heart raced in her chest as she lifted her hammer, swinging it down toward the other horse. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. The Bloody Flanks had taken her in when the War-Forged had only beaten her and belittled her. In the Bloody Flanks, she held significance other than the fact that she was a mare that could bare children for a stallion with ten other wives, and while Hira promised changes such as those, Aubrey didn't want to work with some backstabbing, thieving, and cowardly horses.
Her metal leg slammed to the ground with a deadly thud, her body regaining its balance as she rotated away from her attacker, hoping that she had at least landed a glancing blow somewhere on the other mare. The overo horse before her seemed young in age, but from what Aubrey understood, many of the Valkyrie were young and in training under Hira herself, but no amount of training from even a War-Lord meant that someone was the perfect opponent. Aubrey snorted at the mare's words, rolling her peach-colored eyes. "Please. You horses that listen to Hira's commands so blindly and without knowing the truth are the ones who are cowardly." Aubrey swung her hammer around in a circle, readying herself for the fight to come. "You've left us starving and close to death. This is the only way we are able to survive."
Aubrey eyed the mare's sword, taking in its craftsmanship. Ah oh fighting led to her blacksmithing side showing itself and marveling at others weapons. "Now, enough of the chit-chat. Are we going to fight or not?"
With that, Aubrey lunged for the mule, teeth barred and a war-cry splitting the air between them.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 23, 2016 23:21:47 GMT -6
Lorian | War-Forged | Bloody Flanks (Mystic)
Lorian continued to step menacingly towards the mare and the infant Apana, daggers slowly turning in the air. He cocked his head questioningly as she spoke, begging for her and her flock to be allowed to leave. Frowning, Lorian shook his head at her "Oh no, no no no. We wouldn't be able to do that," he explained, still slowly moving closer "Far too late for that, Honestly" he repeated "Besides why should I help you when all your kind did was leave me to rot-" he hissed, his sentence getting cut off by the various cries of war that came from the darkness.
Eyes widening and heart beat racing, Lorian quickly turned his head and lunged forward at the mare, his hooves knocking against the Apana and sending it tumbling. Teeth snapping at her braid, he managed to grab it and pull her closer to himself, his dual blades trembling ever so slightly as he brought them against her neck, slowly letting go of her hair "Don't move," he hissed "Or it will be more than your herd who gets their head knocked in". It was strange to Lorian, holding a knife against someone's throat and feeling their pulse quicken. He was used to saving the lives of his clan, bringing those close to the edge back from the grasp of death. Rebuilding them and sending them back only to have them come limping back once more. This was an all new experience for him, and one that he wasnt particularly enjoying! Taking a deep breath, he bared his teeth at the incoming Valkeryies.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 24, 2016 2:29:18 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks Raider He was not as concentrated as he should be. In a real fight, where he would take his opponent serious, he would have noticed the smallest twitch of muscles that would tell him that his enemy was about to move. Today he don’t payed attention and so he wasn’t fast enough to block the attack. But at least he managed to get his legs away before the horn could cut tendons and tapes - before they would become useless. Calder didn’t cared about the pain, but he needed a moment to test if he could still fully strain his hind legs and in that short amount of time, the little colt was back, stabbing the horn into his chest. With an angry roar, the much larger stallion reacted completely instinctive, bringing his head down, ramming the herder from the side whilst he was already on the way back to Cormac. That wouldn’t do much damage, but at least Chirin was out of balance for a moment and struggled to stay on his four legs. Only a few seconds later, Cormac had the herder already pinned on the ground, so Calder walked towards them slowly, with a wicked smile on his face. This would be…. SCREE
What the hell? A birds scream, but quite unnatural tho. Only moments later he heard hoofbeats, others than the scared herders or Bloody Flanks. Well it looked like this evening would get much more interesting now. As a mare came into sight, head lowered and charging towards Cormac who was still busy with keeping Chirin down, Calder leaped forward. He lowered his head to, mimicking the pose of the mare and galloped with long strides towards her. She seemed totally focused on the raider and obviously hadn’t seen the other Flank in the shadows before. Calder wasn’t far enough away to collect enough swing to knock the mare to the ground, but it was way enough to interrupt her attack and preserve Cormac from getting hit. With a dump noise his head bumped at the side of the mare (Kathra) and brought her out of balance for a moment. Calder used this to position him in front of Cormac and Chirin. “Welcome little girl” he said to the Valkyrie, while a wicked smile spread again over his face. Wordcount 386
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 24, 2016 8:49:20 GMT -6
 Out of the corner of her eye. Movement. A shuffle. And then he stood before her.
A white-faced stallion.
Her eyes opened wider than she knew possible. Time stopped. Did he follow her? She was certain she had ducked out unnoticed. Then again, the Bloody Flanks didn't survive this long making their strategy obvious.
He stood still as a deer. For a moment Gosslyn wondered if he was real, maybe he was a messenger of Kaia sent to bring instruction. She, herself, couldn't find the bloodrush to move either. In the background there were cries and screams and pounding hoofbeats, but between them there was only breath. A piercing cry filled the air from far off. Gosslyn flicked one ear in that direction.
What did this one want? Why wasn't he moving? He seemed to be circulating thoughts in his brain, becoming more frustrated as they churned.
"Leave while you still can."
What?
Did she hear him correctly? She tried to absorb the command. Why would he follow her just to urge her escape? It didn't make sense. Nothing about this made sense.
"I know Vidar" she blurted. She winced reflexively at her own words. That was thahe hyperbole of a lifetime. She didn't know him, she had only been a spared pawn in his scheme.
But if she had a chance to survive this with the enemy himself standing in front of her, she needed resolution. Perhaps his empathy could lend verbal spillage.
"Just... why? We're poor herders, we have no possessions on us that would be worth anything to you. We live quiet lives. We don't bother your kind, we don't intend to. War isn't..." she struggled to find the words. "War isn't our plan. We never wanted to."
She knew, deep down, after seeing the trespassers in Skeldr Town and now this ambush that the Flanks were stepping up their presence all-around. She knew this was the threshold of something much larger than herself.
And she wanted no part of it.
"And why... why are you asking me to flee?" The more she spoke, the more dumb courage bubbled up inside her. She couldn't stop.
"Do you have pity? Do you see I'm unarmed? Just- please. Why did you follow me?"
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Post by savannauni on Dec 24, 2016 11:00:25 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie | War - Forged Her legs were itching. The bloody Flank battalion continued to gallop down the hill. The herders would receive no blessing of a easy fight. Zestoka was rearing to go, and when Kathra gave the signal she let all hell break loose. Zestoka galloped down into the valley following Kathra while letting out a bellow of rage that struck fear into others hearts. Her large body looked like a bear's from afar but as she got closer those who were in her path had no time to turn and run as she dropped her head much like a bull would, snorted, and tried to run them through. These god damn fools were going to learn today. When Kathra's attention was on one stallion Zets eyes found another close by, there to protect his brother in arms. She went for the bloody bay with an eye patch who thought he was going to catch Kathra by surprise, and attacked that bastard. She drove her horns into him not care to look wether they hit the mark or not and then quickly pulled them out of what ever flesh they entered, "Pick on someone your own size" she snarled then reared up, and went for the Bloody Flanks Throat, there would be no mercy amongst this fight. Word Count: 223 | Post 4 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2016 12:49:50 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
A low growl rumbled in his throat when the mare opted to fucking speak instead of doing as she was told, though he quickly pinned his ears back as the full sentence tumbled from her lips.
She knew Vidar.
He was left to mull over her words as she continued to speak, though he merely tuned her out. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and Ansgar wasn't going to supply her with any reasons- at least, none that she would like to hear.
Instead he wondered how she could possibly know Vidar, and subsequently wondered if that meant that she knew Astrid, too. Surely that was the case- why else would his sister request he spare this mare's life? They simply had to know each other, and yet the ambiguity surrounding their relationships frustrated him.
Now was not the time to pry for irrelevant answers, however.
His ears swiveled forward at her few questions, finally snapping back to the present moment. At once he heard the cries and yells in the distance, but made sure to keep his focus on her. Ansgar noted the way she didn't hesitate to speak, though he knew it most certainly wasn't because she was brave. No, she was without a doubt petrified- shooting off at the mouth due to nothing more than pure fear.
For a moment, though, he was at a loss for words. He was still preoccupied with the fact that he was - ultimately - going to have to make a decision to honor his promise, or to break it.
Subconsciously though, he already knew what his choice would be- no matter how much he detested it.
"You say you... know my brother. I assume you also know our sister as well then?"
He paused, swallowing thickly before continuing. "Astrid."
"For some reason, you are very important to her. So important, in fact- she asked that if I were to come across you, that I spared you."
He scoffed, hooves digging into the ground as the sounds of the fighting raged on. He was supposed to be there, alongside his Clan, and he wasn't.
His eyes burned into hers, and if looks could kill...
"I care about her enough to appease her, but I didn't actually think you and I would meet when I said yes. So, you can understand why I'm so frustrated to be in this predicament, correct?"
What he said was the complete truth. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would ever come across the "gray mare with a golden horn," when he made his promise to Astrid, but, it seems life was just full of cruel surprises.
"And now I am left with the choice to do what I am supposed to do, or... to keep my promise."
He let out a breath, turning his head to glance back towards the direction of the clearing. The fighting wasn't going to let up anytime soon, and as the seconds continued to tick by he felt himself grow more and more restless. He needed to join them.
"Which is why I need you to get the fuck out of here and to safety." He growled, ultimately choosing to honor Astrid's request. It was a dumb move, yet still, he made it.
He'd suffer the consequences later.
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Post by tallshiips on Dec 24, 2016 13:36:20 GMT -6
Cormac 
The greatest treasure is not of silver nor gold; the most illustrious conquest is the heart.
The bird's call was deafening as he brought the dagger down onto the writhing body beneath him. He winced slightly as the note resonated in his inner ear, and cursed as this slip in concentration made him miss, his dagger uselessly striking the chain mail of the shepherd boy. The stallion heard hoof beats, distant at first but closing in fast, but he was not listening. His world was filled with revenge, and how sweet this revenge would be.
The colt had injured him, quite badly, but he would not let it show. It only brought back memories of the beatings he'd been given by his mother, and how he'd learned to rise above the pain and focus on the task at hand. His dagger didn't miss this time, striking the base of the unicorn's horn with great force. The knife drew blood and chipped a small piece off the solid horn; he was making progress. Slow it may be, but progress nonetheless.
He was conscious of a rush of air in front of him, as Calder leapt to protect him, but he did not process it. The dagger came down again, but missed its mark, sliding across the colt's face instead.
"When I'm done with you, boy, you'll be no better than the slaves of Aodh." He practically spat the last word, showing his contempt for the pampered sissies of the boy king's herd. "Perhaps I'll take you there someday, for a visit. It won't be a visit for you, mind, I'll leave you as fodder for one of their little games. You might fetch a pretty penny, what with your vast experience and all. What's more, I'll have done half a job for them, breaking you in and all."
Muffled voices occurred off to his left, where unbeknownst to him Calder was reaping the consequences of standing up for his fellow captain. The colt beneath him scrabbled around, flailing and waving his hooves like the fish out of water that he was. "Not so brave now, are we, boy?" He broke into a wicked smile and paused for a moment to admire the start of his handiwork and the blood collecting on the blade of his dagger.
"Soon, you'll be begging for me to kill you," he mused, still grinning maniacally, "Then you'll regret that you ever laid your precious baby hooves on me, or any of my Bloody Flank brethren."
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 24, 2016 14:01:48 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks Raider No rest for him today, or so it seemed. Right after he collided with the mare, another, way more heavier body hit him and two more horns impaled his shoulder. With a frustrated snarl he made a few steps backwards and prepared for the mares next attack, which followed quickly. But he was not that green behind the ears that he would let her overpower him so easily. Whilst she reached for his throat, he brought his head down, hitting the side of her neck, blocking her attack and brought her out of balance for a moment. “I swear if I get impaled one more time by a freaking horn today, I will break more than a few bones!” he muttered with anger and frustration in his voice. If this fight would take too long, he would lose. Calder had enough fight experience to know that. His hind legs were injured, and could become a problem soon. Also he was bleeding from three other wounds. What a shitty day. For a short moment he concentrated on the things behind him, where Cormac was still busy with the colt. “Hey mate, it would be a great if you could stop playing with the kid and help me with this two” he yelled a little harsher than needed, but he needed his fellow Raider now especially since he lost eye contact to the smaller mare who attacked first. Then he focused back on the draft mare in front of him which got her balance back now. “So, let me guess, you are one of Hiras little group of warrior ladies? Interesting, I have not met any of you yet. Let’s see what she taught you” the bloody bay stallion said with a slight smile and made himself ready for the next attack. Post 5 Wordcount 305 |
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 24, 2016 14:09:36 GMT -6
Her horns clashed against the metal of a blade before she was forced to take a few stumbling steps to right herself. She snarled at the male who'd dared interrupt her, before Zet came crashing into her aid. Ears caught the taunting words of the stallion she'd targeted at first.
Bloody flanks....
The mare let out a roar of rage as she crashed back into Cormac's side, slamming him with the ends of her horns and shoving him off of Chirin. Growling she helped the herder to his feet and spoke quickly in his ear.
"Grab your dog, your flock, and get somewhere safe. I'll not have Froya skin me for your death."
She charged at the bloody flank again, raking her head up to gore the side of his unprotected neck. She snapped out at him as she felt the blood drip off the tips of her horns as she prepared herself for another attack.
"You'll be regretting that you ever crossed paths with a Stone Hoof you traitor scum." She growled, purple eyes trained on her target and his dagger.
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Post by tallshiips on Dec 24, 2016 14:28:10 GMT -6
Cormac
The greatest treasure is not of silver nor gold; the most illustrious conquest is the heart.
Cormac grunted in surprise as the equine slammed into his side, spiking him with her sharp horns. The impact caused him to stumble, temporarily releasing his prey, but he made sure to keep a tight hold on his one remaining knife this time. His attacker dipped her head to speak to his prey, her words urgent whispers into his ear, and Cormac saw his opportunity. He took a deep breath, readying himself-
“Hey mate, it would be a great if you could stop playing with the kid and help me with this two.” The stallion cursed under his breath as Calder distracted him long enough to lose his focus and let the dagger shake in the air.
"Mate, I have enough problems with this FREAK OF NATURE!" He hissed to the other stallion, just a little pissed off.
The Valkyrie charged at him again, horns raking up his neck as she passed. But he was ready this time, and plunged his dagger deep, to the hilt, into her flank. I'll see if that doesn't slow her down. he thought to himself with a smile. Perhaps he had retained the upper hand, after all, if he could keep on top of the situation.
"You'll be regretting that you ever crossed paths with a Stone Hoof you traitor scum." He chuckled quietly at this, before shooting back his own remark. "You don't scare me. It'll be you who will be regretting that you ever heard of us, the Bloody Flanks, you silly cow. You don't have the intelligence to realise you're living in a man's world, the man's world that Hira organised, so it's no great wonder you can't fight - you weren't given half the training of your male counterparts!" He flashed her a grin as he stood, waiting for her to charge again.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 24, 2016 14:33:39 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
The screech pearced the air and they took off running. Amber already felt like tearing someone apart. As her hooves thundered on the ground however, her attention shifted from one enemy to another as his words caught her attention. He had a young colt pinned to the ground and even as Kathra charged him, he treatened them with words that made the young valkyrie's blood boil. Her own brother was not much younger and she could not help imagining him in the colt's place. With a war cry on her lips she turned and struck at the stallion's head as Kathra helped the young herder up and away. "You coward! she screamed, dancing around to the stallion's back flank and trying to deliver a bite. "Attacking mere herders and defensless children!"
Her eyes were trained on the stallion, watching as Kathra went for his neck, but in her mind she counted the heads she had seen. Who was fighting who and what moves might be made. She slowly bit surely was getting better at these tactics. Right now they as Valkyrie seemed to have the advantage in numbers, though she could not forget the possibility of more of these bloody horses lying await somewhere. One must not expect straightforwardness from horses that were clearly cowards. Pulling her knife she prepared to attack again.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 24, 2016 14:34:52 GMT -6
Ezmeralda | War-Forged | Herder
Ezmerald felt her heart hammer in her chest, feeling as though it would beat right out of her as the overo Valkyrie attacked the bat-winged Bloody-Flank. That was what the Valkyrie had called her right? She had heard of the Bloody Flanks before and the tale of how Hira had banished them after their leader had killed her father, but she had never imagined to see one in her life let alone be attacked by one.
Wiping the tears from her eyes on her knew, the unicorn stood on shaky legs. Her green eyes looked around fearfully at the terrors that were going on around her. She saw a large stallion slice open Chirin’s face and causing a piece of his horn to fall to the ground, and she gasped in horror. Yet her hooves seemed to be planted to the ground. She was useless. She had no fighting skills; she was just a herder. The least she could do was kick and bite without any real tactics. If only she could use her blessing.
Her attention was brought back to the young herder as a Valkyrie came to his rescue, snatching him to his hooves and shoving him out of harm’s way. It was then that Ezmeralda lunged to action. Galloping toward the unicorn colt and his canine companion, she called out, “Chirin!” She skidded to a halt at the herder’s side, eyeing his wounds with a worried expression. He was such a tough kid. It was a shame that he had to be.
“C-Chirin, can you walk? W-we need to get to safety and out of the Valkyries’ way. They can handle the rest of this battle.” Ezmeralda stuttered out, watching the fighting unfold before her for a moment before her gaze settled back on the young herder before her.
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Post by savannauni on Dec 24, 2016 14:41:40 GMT -6
Zestoka | Valkyrie | War - Forged
As Zet went for his throat she felt the stallion knock into he, actually surprising her. Loosing her balance the draft mare managed to twist in the air and landed safely on her legs with a loud thud, shaking the ground underneath herself. Then quickly went back to snapping at the blood bay. Hearing his comment she couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, apparently this fellow was having a rough day. And it would only get worse from here on out. They were both rather experienced, either way they were both in for trouble if this fight were to drag out for two long. As she sized him up again she let out a bark of laughter at both things he said next, the comment to his friend and the question for her. "You seem like quite a lively fellow." She mused. "Hell hath no furry like an angry women's." She said with a devilish grin and attacked, but not in the way he was most likely expecting. She changed at him, then swung her shoulder and slammed the spiked breast plate into him and tried to grab his ear but missed and ended up getting a mouthful of dirty mane. {Word Count: 205 | Post 5} |
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Post by tallshiips on Dec 24, 2016 14:54:07 GMT -6
Cormac
The greatest treasure is not of silver nor gold; the most illustrious conquest is the heart.
The world went white as something hard collided forcefully with his skull. His head spun as he seemed to be attacked from all sides, and he took a few drunken steps before he could right himself. His vision slowly cleared as he shook his head, and he identified a second Valkyrie come to join the party.
"You coward!" The two words struck a chord in the stallion, and screamed as they were for everyone to hear he was once again blinded by rage. "Attacking mere herders and defenseless children!"
The stallion spat at the Valkyrie as she tried to bite him, barging her aside with his shoulder to prevent her from injuring him. "Such high morals..." he laughed again as he snatched a bite on her momentarily exposed flank. Though it was not deep, it did a little to release the tide of rage that had built up within him, and the cloud of red cleared. He watched as she pulled out her knife, and he wished he had not left his sticking out of the previous challenger's side.
Wait.
He blinked, and his mind worked painfully slowly.
He could feel the cogs turning individually.
There was something there, something nagging, something that had been lost in the sea of red before it had floated to the surface.
It was important.
With a start, he realised he'd forgotten about the other one. Spinning around, he cow-kicked at the mare with morals, before he saw the other mare bearing down on him, fury in her eyes...
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 24, 2016 15:07:11 GMT -6
She'd only just now noticed the pain in her flank from the well timed dagger strike. Grunting her eyes flicked backward, seeing the hilt glittering in her side. Angrily she yanked it out, and flung it as far into the darkness as she could. Better not let him get it back than let it just sit on the ground nearby.
Then she saw her chance.
With Amber charging into the fray, the stallion had become distracted. The pang of blood hit her nostrils as the glint of wet caught her eye in the firelight. Seems like someone or something had wounded him in the leg, just a cut, but it was enough for her to form the plan in her head. She lunged forward with a savage snarl, violence in her eyes as her sharp bear like fangs sunk into the flesh of his leg, taking hold of it. With a sharp yank, she jerked her head to the side as far as she could, hearing the stallions roar of pain as she felt her hold pop the leg out of his socket. She let go and jumped back out of his reach.
"You call it a man's world, and yet the war lord you spit on so much is changing that." she hissed as she stepped forward again, rearing and striking out at his head with her cleated horseshoes and serrated hooves.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 24, 2016 15:14:58 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks Raider The situation was much - but surely not funny, nonetheless he couldn’t suppress the honest smile,one that really reached his eyes, pardon, eye. “Aye Lady, you are right” he said with a mischievous grin and shook his head, trying to avoid the memories on another mare which fury he had endured just too gladly. Cormacs angry answer just made his grin got wider. Long time had passed since he experienced an interesting fight like that. He was a little impressed that the mare leapt at him with such self-confidence and it only occurs seldomly that he faced an opponent almost the same size as him. And the way how she attacked him surprised him too. Calder wasn’t fast enough to avoid the spikes of her breast plate completely, but he managed to rear backwards so they didn’t enterd to deeply. Instinctively he used the swing of the mares jump and spinned her around. At the same time he placed a kick with one of his front legs and whined frustrated when a pretty big amount of hair was pulled out of his mane. The large stallion had a really high pain tolerance, but slowly it got really hard for him to ignore the hurt. “Oh come on” he grumbled as he looked down on his chest, eying the new wounds from the spikes. It was a wonder that neither the horns nor the spikes has hit any organs or important veins or arteries yet. The next moment he was the one leaping forward with his head down again, taking advantage of the fact that the Valkyrie was still trying to get her balance back, and hitting her hard at the flank with his horn. Post 6 Wordcount 288 |
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Post by Darkrise on Dec 26, 2016 16:15:45 GMT -6
I got the opposite Of the Midas Touch | Post 3 486 notes are below Chibi by kingmeow Skye - W-F | Valkyrie
As the night grew thicker and the moon graced ever higher in the deep blue expanse above the femme’s heads the evening took a turn for the worst. As the small band of Valkyries pushed into a swift canter Skye noted the presence of the Òtama at her side, a mare she knew only by name and nothing else. However the grey femme was given no time to interact before the group came upon a clearing where herders watched their cattle. A roaring battle cry tore apart the silent night and more horses catapulted from the trees. The herders were under attack! Without a word the Valkyries closed ranks, Skye’s eyes focused on the moving forms before them and ears flicking for a signal from their leader. When an ear splitting cry broke from Kathra the mares moved into action, hooves pounding upon the earth and hearts racing as the anticipation of battle flushed through their veins. Skye split slightly from the group as they launched towards the thick of the battle.
Sapphire oculars swept the scene around Skye, noting where her team mates raced too whilst taking in the enemies as well as the friendlies that they attacked. Sharply, gold and blue caught the grey equine’s gaze, her head turning swiftly to where an appaloosa mare was being attacked by a stallion adorned in gold and clothe (Lorian). His eyes turned to the oncoming Valkyries whilst daggers were held to the herder’s throat. Skye possessed no weapons, no gift and no armour. The only advantages she had were her slender and manoeuvrable form for the brilliant blue tattoo would not blend in with the night. Galloping headlong down a slight slope, she lost the element of surprise for there was no way a horse could not here the pounding of hooves even upon grass. Without the chance to think, Skye simply barrelled into the stallion, head down, aiming for his shoulders in the hope of catching him somewhat off guard and moving him away from the captured mare.
“Hey what in Kaia’s name do you think you’re doing!?” Skye bellowed as she felt muscle against muscle, unsure of what part of her was hitting what part of him. It was like running into a wall for the beast was far taller than her but Skye attempted to use the rebound force of hitting him to push her away from attack.
Skye sent a silent prayer to Kaia in the hope that this would work. It was likely that her lack of battle experience would put her at a big disadvantage, not to mention the fact that the stallion as at least a hand and a half above her. However if she could at least distract him from his quarry, the appaloosa mare could escape and maybe Skye could get clear of any following attack. What she lacked in experience and size she made up in fiery determination.
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Ok so basically Skye runs into Lorian with her head down. Due to her lack in height i think that her head would be about the height of his shoulders if she has it down(?). This is aimed to act as a distraction to allow Isa to get away. She also hopes to use the rebound force to push away from him however you are welcome to send an attack her way as she does or does not get out of reach. I would love for her to get a scar through her eyebrow and possible over her eye so you are welcome to power play a bite or horn slash on her there!! (Though dont feel that you must, its entirely optional! I hope this is ok, i apologise if i have misunderstood people's posts or misinterpreted anything ^^' |
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 30, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -6
She could suddenly tell that this stallion wasn't in the mood to chat. His words were snarled and quick. But if she could keep him talking, she could prevent violence at the mercy of his hooves. Even if for a moment longer.
"You're a sibling?" she asked, softer this time to not prod his temper. She squinted her eyes. She could see some resemblance, notwithstanding the hardened stare in their eyes.
Astrid. She had a name.
But why in Kaia's name would the little mare beg Gosslyn's life? They had shared nary a glance. Gosslyn had prayed that Kaia would make Vidar slow to injure a mare if he did indeed have a sister, but the words were never spoken. The blood had been roaring in her ears too loudly for any idle talking.
The curiosity of this predicament flooded Gosslyn's thoughts and for a few heartbeats she wasn't present in front of this stallion, she was miles away scanning the land for this strange little painted mare who was so hellbent on sparing life she didn't know.
"Which is why I need you to get the fuck out of here and to safety."
The swear snapped Gosslyn's mind back to reality. The stallion was glancing back at the scene behind them, now unfolding into the predicted violence.
She better turn her hooves now before he changed his mind.
"Thank you." she whispered. "Please thank Astrid for me." In the next breath she she swiveled on her heel and fled into the thick underbrush.
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She wasn't a fighter.
As she galloped her muscles reminded her of this. They were becoming sore after mere minutes. Her breath labored. She wasn't fit to fight, and she definitely wasn't fit to challenge the order of a blood-relative to Vidar and Astrid. She would not return to the battlefield.
But there were other ways to fight.
When she knew she was out of earshot, she turned her route to the encirclement of the meadow, traipsing silently along the bushes and trees. She thanked Kaia for cloven hooves that could be easily muffled on the forest floor. Her blanket flapped along her back, covering most of her bleached color.
It was getting dark quickly. She tossed her forelock over her face, trying to conceal any remaining white that betrayed her.
If the stallion found her... she shuddered. His mercy would surely run out.
She peered through a low bare tree. In the lingering light she saw a painted unicorn mare a few paces away, bloodied and looking quite crushed in spirit. She remembered her from earlier. And then the kid, the unicorn kid who was now bloodier than anyone else on the field. A chip of his horn was missing.
Who would attack a child? Swear words she'd never utter entered her mind.
"Psst!" she hissed lowly, trying to draw their attention. The Valkyries were occupying the Flanks, leaving the herders to stumble away in their own wounds. She could lead them to safety, usher them through the woods.
"Come, let me help you out. This way is safe." She scanned the vicinity for the stallion she spoke to, but he wasn't in sight.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Dec 30, 2016 15:11:59 GMT -6
Chirin
War-Forged | Herder
What the hell was going on?!
It felt like there were a million things happening around Chirin all at once. One minute he was cursing the Bloody Flanks, the other, he was pinned to the ground as one of them tried to hack his horn off.
Wait...
His horn! He was trying to break his horn! Fear shot through Chirin as the large stallion took a chip out of the base the wooly colt's curved emerald horn. The second strike, however, was not so precise. The stallion, Cormac, missed his horn, landing a long cut across his forehead. Chirin hardly processed a bird's scream and the sound of hooves on the earth filled his right ear, the one he could hear out of better than his left. Moments later, a painted mare slammed into Cormac's side, throwing the large stallion off of him. The mare helped the colt to his feet, and it was at that moment that he recognized her.
“Kathra?” he asked is somewhat disbelief. Why in Kaia's name was a Valkyrie here?
Looking around, Chirin noticed a series of Hira's personal warriors, and while he knew non of them personally, his adoptive sister, Froya, was a Valkyrie herself and had told him about them.... or at least what they looked like.
“Grab your dog, your flock, and get somewhere safe. I'll not have Froya skin me for your death.” she told him. Chirin couldn't help but crack a smile and giggle a bit. Of course Froya had told them about him.
Calling a two-pitched whistle to Maple, the small, loyal dog came bounding over the rise of the hill, ears perked and attentive, awaiting an order. Giving her the same whistle as before to lead the flock home, Maple did so without hesitation, turning to fetch the three Apana.
A small voice caught the colt's ears,
“Psst! Come, let me help you out. This way is safe.”
Turning to look behind him, the colt spotted a pale mare hiding in the tree line behind him. Turning back to the fight, he noticed that Zestoka had also joined the fight and was now fighting Calder. Taking a deep breath, Chirin shook his head,
“I can't, there is something I have to do first.” he told the pale mare. Maple came bounding over the hill with his flock, slowing as she neared him. “Take her with you though. She's a good dog and will help keep you safe.”
Leaving the mare with that, Chirin charged into the fray, specifically targeting Cormac, the stallion who had tried to shatter his horn. Seeing a gap in the fight, he shouted, “Hey! You wanted my horn!?” it wasn't a question.
Chirin lowered his head so that he was level with the stallion's mid shoulder, opposite to where he had struck him last. He put all his strength into what he did next. He hammered his horn into the Bloody Flanks' shoulder and twisted. The tip of the horn caught on Cormac's shoulder blade and shattered.
As Chirin withdrew, he noticed that roughly three inches of his horn were now gone and embedded in the body of his opponent, leaving the colt with a curved spear that ended with a jagged, cruel point.
Glaring at the stallion, Chirin huffed, then said in a growling voice “You can have it.”
Turning to Kathra and Zestoka, Chirin called out, “I'll make sure the other herders get out safe!”
The colt then turned and ran after the pale mare, finding her quickly and falling into step beside her, ignoring the pain in his leg and head.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 30, 2016 17:25:37 GMT -6
With his mind racing, Lorian roughly grabbed the mare's hair with his telepathic abilities, the rest holding the blades sharply against her neck. He could see the Valkeryies charging, his vision obscured only slightly by the pale veil that hung over his eyes. He could see them charge and split, Valkeryies and Flank paired up almost evenly. Yet no one came for him. Backing away, he yanked the mare harshly to follow him, hissing into her ear again "Don't move". With his heart beating loudly in his ear, Lorian tried to focus on the soft metallic noises that his mask made, the soft noises that the metal chains created. His thoughts were moving too fast and he was reminded again that he was no warrior. Sure, his sire had taught him how to survive in the wilds but nothing like this, never. Lorian was a witch, a doctor and mystic all wrapped into one, not made for this not hardened like the others he wasn't-
Lifting his head, Lorian filled his lungs wit the crisp air that hung around them. He focused his eyes, tilted his ears forward and slowly bared his teeth. He was a Bloody Flank now. and he was going to prove it.
Narrowing his eyes, he exhaled sharply as he spotted the Valkeryie, his eyes locking with hers for but a moment. Drawing the knife closer, he turned one to point at her, teeth bared as she came closer and closer and-
The breath was knocked out of him as her head hit him almost square in the chest. Lorian's world went silent, all but the sound of his harsh breathing in his ear. He could feel his cloven hooves fight against the ground as he was pushed back, the herder mare sent flying away as Lorian turned his rear to gain momentum. Swinging his blade, Lorian aimed for her face, teeth bared as he felt it snag against flesh and the metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils. Completing the arc of his swing, he kicked his legs down at the Valkyrie, trying to get her away; she was practically almost underneath him. Snapping his teeth, he tried to grip into her flesh, legs still kicking. Letting out a yell, he finally managed to jump back, only to pounce forward again once he had gained his balance. He felt his mask knock into her, not quite sure where., but he knew it had made contact. The points weren't sharp, but they were sure to leave a bruise.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 31, 2016 12:23:54 GMT -6
Ezmeralda | War-Forged | Herder
Ezmeralda watched as the young colt, Chirin, turned from her, ignoring her helping hand, and ran back toward the stallion that had wounded him and broken his horn in the first place. Her eyes widened fearfully, watching Chirin plunge his horn into the large stallion's side and breaking his horn in two. She bit her lip nervously. How could one so young and small be so brave and fierce? In all her years, she would have never had the courage to do anything but cower in fear, and Ezmeralda suddenly grew ashamed of herself. She was of the War-Forged herd. She was supposed to be fierce, a fighter, a survivor. Yet here she was: fear-stricken and unable to move. She wasn't even capable of helping the Valkyries take out the attackers.
Her head whipped to the side at the sound of someone's whispered voice from the treeline, and her green eyes squinted into the darkness to see a ghostly white pelt amongst the trees. Ezmeralda felt her heart jump into her throat as the shock of seeing someone there jolted through her, but the mare's calm voice eventually registered in her head as Chirin ran past her and toward the pale mare (Gosslyn). 'This way is safe.'
Ezmeralda nodded her head, glancing back momentarily to where she had left her flock of sheep in the meadow. If any of them made it through this, she would return for them, but for now, she had to run. The large, paint unicorn trotted into the safety of the trees, letting the cover of darkness be her safety. She turned toward the pale mare who had gotten their attention. Ezmeralda recognized her from before the attack but failed to remember if she knew her name or not. "T-thank you..." She paused awkwardly where one would place someone's name, hoping that either no one would notice her awkwardness or the pale mare would tell them her name.
Turning her attention to Chirin, she studied the young colt's wounds. "W-we should probably try to clean up those gashes or they m-might get infected." Ezmeralda sighed quietly, remembering that her satchel with all of her medical supplies was back in the meadow that was now a war-zone. "Do either of you have any medical supplies? I-I've seen Medics use cobwebs as gauze before... i-if no one has anything."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 22:52:56 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
She was barely out of his sight before he too turned tail and ran. Though perhaps the motive behind his actions differed from hers. The little gray mare was escaping her problems, and Ansgar was about to jump headfirst into them.
He didn't allow himself to think about her - or his decision to spare her - as he bolted out of the forest. As he neared the edge, the freewill to think was taken away as he took in the sight before him. What should have been an easy night was now... an interesting night. His raiders fought off none other than Hira's warriors, and the thought made his lip curl.
Fucking Valkyries.
Above it all he heard the voices (and the very distinct "conversation" being held), and he snarled under his breath. The impetuous, mocking comments made his blood boil, for he was all too used to hearing the same exact shit from Vidar. He allowed the irritation to consume him, if only for a moment, before another flash of movement snapped him out of it.
A small gray figure, barreling into Lorian's side. He immediately shifted his attention to the scuffle, kicking up the grass as he propelled himself along. He watched with flat ears and bared teeth as his comrade delivered a strike back to the mare before finally coming to stand beside him, his presence shifting the playing field greatly. He knew Lorian could handle the situation well enough on his own, but Ansgar needed to be around a more... familiar face, despite the irony that this face wore a mask.
He said nothing, though his body was tense and ready to strike as he stared the mare down. The herders were forgotten about- this was a much better outlet for his anger.
Perhaps if she looked closely she'd even see the faint trace of a smirk on his face.
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 6, 2017 1:45:46 GMT -6
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes. Her sword trembled as she blocked the swing of the hammer, her nerves were affecting her hold on her weapon, she needed to keep control. The young mare bared her teeth at the spotted pegasus, there was no point arguing with those blinded by lies. She knew her herd had issues, but to her Hira was righting many wrongs; more than the glorified bandits of the Bloody Flank. She jumped back as the hammer swung through the air between them. She kept her sword in a guard position before her eyeing the tattered pegasus.
Though she kept her attention on her opponent, she vaguely processed what was going on behind her. Chaos, pure chaos, the mare she had defended had thankfully been able to flee the clearing and Òtama hoped that she had been able to take the colt Kathra had protected out with her. Her hind hooves dug into the ground as she braced herself, “I guess we’re going to fight,” she hissed, as the other mare screamed out a war-cry and hurtled towards her. The mule braced as if to take that lunge full on but at the last moment she dodged around to the left, her teeth latching onto the base of one of the pegasus’ wings while her sword kept the warhammer out of the fight.
A blur of brown and white coming from the woods distracted the painted mule and she turned her head slightly to see her sister-in-arms facing off with two much larger stallions. Her blood chilled for a moment before heating back up, she couldn’t let Skye fight those two alone. While Òtama’s current fight was pretty even, her comrade’s situation was heavily skewed in to the Bloody Flank’s favor. Three fighting two was much better than two against one. Releasing the other mare’s wing, Òtama jumped away from her turning so she could head towards Skye.
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 7, 2017 8:48:13 GMT -6
I got the opposite Of the Midas Touch | Post 4 315 notes are below Chibi by kingmeow Skye - W-F | Valkyrie
What’s the typical thing that goes through a warrior’s head as they fight? As they feel the cut of another’s blade or the hit of another’s hoof? Well Skye isn’t your typical warrior, nor is she particularly seasoned. What was going through her head was worry- worry that this helmed stallion might damage her tattoo, not that she was a particularly materialistic creature. Those thoughts were immediately knocked from her head as the stag reared (something she had not accounted for) and the silver of his blade bit her brow. Searing pain erupted from above her eye, the acrid scent of blood burning her nares as an unbidden yelp of pain escaped her lips. This was her first battle injury, and certainly a deep one for the femme could feel blood dripping down the right side of her face. Amidst the fury and pain that gripped Skye she could hear the whistle of air as the stallion’s hooves swiped above her as she tumbled beneath his body, the snap of his teeth grazing her back and neck. Another rush of air and she could feel adorned stallion leap away from her, though with only one eye open she did not have the time to swing her head around to find him. Instead she attempted to regain her balance, glad for once of her small frame. However before she was able to locate the Bloody Flank equine she felt the crash of his mask slap bang on her hip, a sharp pain rising from where the metal hit the bone. This time a snarl crawled from her throat as the pain flourished like a flower, blooming across her hip and flank. Whirling around she was faced with not one but two accessorised stallion, the new one baring a harsh stare. Legs wide she was semi crouched teeth bared as her mind turned over what to do.
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Sorry not much happens in this post, just confirming the hits Lorian got on her. She's pretty much just staring down the two stallions. Since Otama hasnt started running towards Skye she hasnt acted upon that yet xD |
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Post by savannauni on Jan 7, 2017 12:52:09 GMT -6
A low chuckle came from the big boned mare as she spat the hair she had pulled from his inky black mane, out from her mouth. Zestoka's feet slammed onto the ground, like an boulder being dropped off a cliff. As she was about to get her muscles coiled under herself to attack again.. Till she felt the sudden slam of muscle into her flank and gasped as the air left her lungs and her back legs nearly crumpled underneath herself. But she would not fall, not like this. Quickly her legs were under herself again as she sputtered for a breath. 'Fuck' She thought as she tried to refill her lungs with air. Her brows narrowed along with her eyes as she looked back to the bloody flankist and snarled at him.
Once she was able to breath she gulped down the air before letting out another hoarse laugh "That all you got?" Zet spat as she looked up at him, still with apart of her mouth pulled to the side, a smirk. She heard the sound of hooves pounding and for a moment tore her eyes away from the bay stallion to look at all the herders taking off. 'Good.' She thought, then looked back to the stallion. "Funny, I never caught your name." She said as she lunged at him.
(ill do post and wc later)
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 7, 2017 14:05:03 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Morals, morals? What did he mock? What kind of beasts where these horses? Attacking children, falling back on raiding those of what was supossed to be one herd. She beared her teeth at him, an angry sound, which made her sound a lot like an animal herself, escaping her lips. How dare they? She was about to lunge forward again, but the stallion was not gonna stand by nd do nothing while the valkyrie assaulted him. Amber reared back as the the male kicked at her, not managing to get far enough and hos hooves just reaching her head. Slightly dizzy she prepared for impact, but instead saw Kathra charge forward with the stallion and even Amber felt sympathy pain at the sound of his leg giving away. That had to hurt. It seemed Kathra was handling herself well enough so Amber quickly assesed the battle ground. Her eyes roved the feel, taking it all in. The herders seemed to be getting away one by one, the valkyrie's interference having created enough of a diversion to get them away. She saw Skye had two horses on her tail, but otama was already moving towards her, leaving her own charge unoccupied. She was about to move towards her, but the herder foal they had saved before suddenly came charging back, ramming himself in one of the enemy's side. She halted in her trot towards the mare for a second, throwing her head back to look over her shoulder. Crazy foal! Then he was already running of, Amber yelling for him to keep away in a not so proper fashion, before she was running towards her target again. Crazy kid. What was he trying to be killed? But at the same time she was somewhat impressed, thinking the raider must have felt that. Let them feel what Warforged horses were capable off, no matter what rank or how young.
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