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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 7, 2017 14:08:39 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey felt the recoil of the young mare's sword as it hit her hammer. The loud clang on metal pierced her eyes, reminding her how real this battle really was. Never before had she been in a real fight with someone before where either one of them could be seriously injured, and she found her muscles quake ever so slightly. Of course, as a blacksmith, she took it upon herself to test the weapons and armor that she made, but that was all mock fights and just swinging things around to get a feel for them. She had never held another horse's life in her hands, nor had she ever been in a situation like this where someone else could take hers.
As the two of them broke apart, the bat-winged mare's mind was filled with memories of her ex-husband who had beaten her into submission for years when she was around the same age as the mare that stood before her. He had beaten her until she was close to death at times, and he had ultimately been the reason she had joined the Bloody Flanks. They had given her hope where she had had none. They had given her a home when she had laid dying in the snow. She owed their life to them, and those memories of her ex-husband reminded her of how far she had come. A fire burned inside of her that made her raise her hammer once more. She was not going to go down without a fight.
Aubrey's eyes squinted, trying to figure out what the Valkyrie would do as she charged right at her with her war hammer held ready to swing. Just as she got within hitting range, however, the mule darted out of the way. Aubrey locked on the brakes, skidding and rearing up on her hind legs to regain her position to land a hit somewhere on the mare's body. It was then that her opponent grabbed the base of one of her tattered wings in her teeth, latching on with all the strength she could muster. Aubrey felt hot blood drip down onto her shoulder and gritted her teeth. Her eyes slide toward the dark mare who seemed to be distracted by another Valkyrie who was fighting against two large Bloody Flanks. Aubrey snorted, seeing her chance. The spotted mare lifted her hammer and swung it at the mare's right leg that came forward with her lunging movement. Aubrey felt the war-hammer make contact with her opponent's limb and also felt her wing be released. Jumping out of harm's way, Aubrey panted lightly, her peach-colored eyes examining Òtama to see if any damage had been done to the other mare.
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Post by tallshiips on Jan 7, 2017 15:49:15 GMT -6
Cormac
Bloody Flank Raider  He smiled, satisfied, as he felt his hind hoof make contact with some part of the mare's body, and was glad for the spiked shoes he wore. Perhaps he'd have left her with a permanent mark of their encounter, perhaps not. It didn't much matter to him: she'd remember it either way.
But his satisfaction did not last long, not nearly long enough. He'd allowed himself to forget the second mare, just for a second, and now he was paying the price. He briefly registered her tri-coloured shape flying through the air towards him before she attacked. He didn't even have time to register what she was doing until it happened.
The first wave; her sharp teeth - surely they could not be natural - sinking into the muscle and flesh of his upper foreleg. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and lashed out, grabbing a hold of the unprotected flesh of her wither as she so conveniently stood there. But then, the second wave; a flick of her thick neck, a swift pull, the click and strain of bones moved to impossible places, and relief as she turned away. Then, a roar of pain, primal and guttural - a stallion's - and he wondered which of his comrades had been hurt. The seconds ticked by, as if in slow motion, and all of a sudden the floodgates of pain were opened.
A scream, a roar, a squeal; the sounds that were emitted from his lungs varied in tone, timbre and amplitude, but they all brought the same message - pain. The mare's cloven hooves flew through the air towards his face, but he was fast enough - just - to rear up and avoid a blow to the temple from the much shorter mare. His uninjured foreleg - the right one, thankfully - flailed in the air as he reached the peak of his trajectory, fighting off imaginary enemies, while his other was paralysed by discomfort.
No. He realised with a start. How stupid had he been. What had his tutors said, all those years ago? What went up-
Crack. He could feel the bones in his leg moving as he landed heavily on the ground, his screams resuming as the bone was forced back into the joint with what seemed like endless pain. He stared at a point on the ground as he waited for the waves of pain to subside, though it seemed an eternity before he could bear even the thought of lifting his leg.
It seemed that Kaia wasn't looking favourably upon him today. The colt from earlier returned to his side, but his vision was still blurred and fractured from the pain so he scarcely noticed his presence until the colt's battle cry pierced his ears. The words were meaningless, just strings of letters floating in his mind, until he felt a great pain behind his wounded foreleg and the force of a small body crashing into his. The pain was not the worst - it simply joined the rest: another wound, another scar, another story - but the humiliation. A mare, and a colt, had been all it had taken to humiliate him.
Blunt though he was, he knew when to cut his losses. Nothing good was going to come of sticking around here. The colt was gone, now, but the mare remained. He spat at the Valkyrie's hooves, ears flat against his neck, before he limped a pace in the opposite direction to the colt.
"You fought well, for a mare," he shook his head, unable to believe he was speaking these words to one of Hira's Valkyries, "Next time I won't be so fast to underestimate you," He tenderly placed his weight on his injured leg, trying to retain whatever scraps of dignity he had left, as he walked away from the mare, not once looking back. He'd come to raid, and now he was staggering towards a tent, half-destroyed and abandoned, in search of a bandage to stem the blood flow from his wounds.
He might've been stupid, but not stupid enough to pretend that he didn't need to address his problems before they got a whole lot worse.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 7, 2017 17:24:38 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks Raider
Not bad, no not bad at all. That was a tough young mare, he had to admit that he felt a glimmer of respect for his opponent. Not many would be able to stay on their hooves when he really tried to get somebody to the ground.
Instead of taking advantage of the moment, the elderly stallion waited until she regained her balance. “Uhh, watch your language lady” he said with a wicked smile and an instructing tone in his voice when she started cursing.
“You think that is all? I spent my entire life fighting and you think a little bodycheck is all I got?” he laughed with his deep and bassy voice. Then his ears suddenly flickered back. His concentration was disturbed when he heard a sound so full of pain that it was really hard not to turn his head to find out what was happening. Calder was in pain, that was all he knew, but the mare in front of him was to dangerous to let her out of his sight - even for just a short moment. His fellow Captain would have to handle his fight alone.
“What? Oh sure, where are my manners?” he said once he focused back entirely on the Valkyrie and his voice was dripping from sarcasm and mockery. “Calder. My name is Calder, Captain Calder to be exactly. You might have heard from me.” With this words he lifted a few saddlebags ,that were scattered not far away ,with his telekinesis.
“I hope it’s okay when I take this”. Calder was waiting for her next attack, he wanted to see how much he could provoke her and if she would give in to hate and become impulsiv. If so, she was badly trained but until now she did a really good job.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 7, 2017 18:26:16 GMT -6
Pushing hard agaisnt her body, Lorian gritted his teeth and jammed his mask into the flesh of her hip, wondering how much damage it was doing ot her nerves and muscles; she'd definitly be bruised in the morning. Jumping back with a yell, Lorian flared his nostrils and bared his teeth at her, tilting his head to push the mask back into it's place. It was strapped on, but tended to slip down...especially when jammed into the flesh of another.
It took Lorian a moment to notice that another prescene had joined them, quickly snapping his head to the side and tensing as he readied to face another valkery...only to find that Ansgar had suddenly reappeared and had join his fellow Bloody Flanks in their fight against the nusence that was the valkeries. Lorian felt a sense of relief wash over him as his captain skidded to a halt beside him, growling and cleary ready to give his all against the attackers. Chiding himself for being so relieved, Lorian quickly shifted his focus back to the one that had orginally barrled into him. Slowly, he began to move away from Ansgar, hoping to flank the mare and confuse her. Suddenly, Lorian's heart skipped a beat as he whipped his head upwards, the sound of hooves thundering their way towards him invading his ears. Baring his teeth, he quickly turned to Ansgar "Captain, another to the right!" his usually low voice shouted. They would not be caught off gaurd once again.
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 7, 2017 23:27:49 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. She had barely made it two paces away from the other mare before time seemed to stop. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as the hammer swung towards her, low, not aimed at her chest or side. With a sickening crunch and thump the hammer impacted just above her right knee. It had been unfortunate timing, she had just put all her weight on that front leg and it was now collapsing under her. The leg folded and broke under her weight as she fell, her forward momentum carrying her further and crushing the broken leg under her. Òtama’s mind went blank as the white hot pain seared through every nerve, her sword thudded into the ground as she lost her grip on it.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, air not moving from her lungs as her chest hit the ground. She had managed to fold her left leg properly as she struggled to get her hind legs under her. Her heart thudded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds as time and time again her feet slid out from under her. Oh please Kaia, no… please… no. Her thoughts were a jumble of nonsense as she finally was able to get her three working legs under her. Her left fore-leg pushed her body up, and no matter how many commands she sent to the right, only shards of pain answered. Òtama didn’t want to look at the damage the ill-timed blow had caused, but she had to.
Horror filled the young mare’s heart as she caught sight of her leg. Blood gushed around the white shards of bone that tore the flesh above and below her knee. The joint itself was twisted and mangled, hanging at a terrible angle. Oh Kaia, please no. She tried to push herself fully to her feet only to fall as pain crippled her, thankfully she landed on her left side but the momentum had her broken leg swaying and tearing at more flesh. This time she did manage a scream of pain, though it was strained and barely audible over the fights occurring around her. Her mind reached out fumbling for the hilt of her sword. Her father’s training was the only thing that surfaced over the pain, get the sword, keep them back. She yanked the sword from the ground and swung it in a figure eight to keep anyone back as she struggled to get back to her feet once more.
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OOC: Otama is officaly out of this fight, poor girl. Severe Compound Fracture of her right fore-leg with breaks above and below the knee joint and the joint itself broken.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 10, 2017 10:30:28 GMT -6
 The large painted mare came to Gosslyn without hesitation, but the bloody colt cried something and dove back into the warfare. What was he doing?!
His dog and a small herd of apanas rushed to where Goss stood, but she wasn't about to leave until the kid joined them. Of all horses to be involved in this fight, this was no place for a child.
She watched in slow motion as the fuzzy colt charged at a stallion thrice his size and stabbed him clean with his horn. SNAP! When he pulled it out, half remained in the stallion's shoulder. Blood poured like a dam being released.
Goss was going to be sick.
She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head inward to the forest, which looked so dark and cozy and inviting compared to the adjacent scene. Apanas bleated and wandered around her legs, confused at their location. She realized the painted mare was saying something.
"What? Oh, yes, cobwebs." She was in a daze. She sidestepped around the apanas, still bleating, and reared to pluck some dangling spiderwebs from a low-hanging branch. "Let me get your wounds first, while we wait" she said. Gently, with her lips she pressed the sticky thread into the bleeding gash on the mare's shoulder. She had telekinetic ability like everyone else, but preferred the utility of her own body whenever possible. Blood dappled her lips red.
"I'm Gosslyn," she said softly, looking into the mare's green eyes, like emeralds in the deep moonlight. The mare looked on the verge of either tears or screams, Goss couldn't tell. Like the next trickle of wind would send her into a nervous breakdown. She gently rubbed her muzzle on the mare's blood-stained neck. "Shhhhh. We're going to be okay."
As if she had two minds, she was faintly aware of how un-characteristic this rush of adrenaline made her. Normally she would barely consider talking to a stranger, much less touch them, but the chaos and eruption of immorality on the field shifted her mind to a more maternal state. They needed healing. She was uninjured, therefore she had a job to do.
Like a flash the fuzzy colt came back crashing into them, even worse for wear than the mare and now with a freshly broken horn. Gosslyn couldn't help but stare. Horses twice his age rarely had his bravery- or stupidity, she couldn't decide.
"Let's go deeper into the woods, there's a main road a little way ahead, cuts right through the forest," she said, stepping ahead, suddenly very nervous and urgent to get everyone out of the fray. She wanted to blot the colt's bleeding wounds but had an overwhelming sense of dread. Every second they stayed there was another second for a Flank to spot them.
She looked back and squinted- there were more herders on the borders of the meadow. She'd come back for them.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 10, 2017 10:42:58 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Whereas she had thought Otama had managed to positivally distract her target, the mare herself seemed to have other plans. Amber shouted as she saw them swung their hammer, but it was either drowned out by the noise around them or simply too late as the weapon hit it's mark. Amber internally winced, only able to imagine the pain as her fellow valkyrie's no doubt broke under the blunt force. She saw her tumble and struggle to get back upright. Rage clawed it's way into Amber's heart, even stronger than before. How dare they? How dare they hurt a fellow herdsmate like that? Her sister in arms. Fury powering her legs, she ran straight towards the mare that had attacked in the first place. With all strenght she could muster, she kicked not at the mare herself, but the hammer, hoping the unexpected attack would swing the weapon away and get otama in the safe. She was mindful of the mare herself who was swinging a sword. Amber would not want to get hit in her pain frenzy. "Otama!" she called, trying to get the mare's attention. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible. From the glance she had just spared, thenleg looking anything but good. Amber gritted her teeth. She much rather would keep fighting, but it would be bad to leave Otama on her own.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 10, 2017 11:07:33 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
It felt like time had stopped as her hammer met its target. She felt the crunch of bones underneath the weight of her weapon, and her ears flattened at the sickening sound of the mare's leg shattering. Aubrey felt sick. Her stomach churned as she broke away from her opponent. The mule fumbled on her broken leg, falling to the ground in pain and shock. Her peach-colored eyes studied the damage her hammer had caused to the poor, young mare. There was an unbelievable amount of damage, and as an amputee herself, Aubrey knew what fate she had dealt to the young Valkyrie.
Aubrey dropped her hammer to the ground, shaking her head slightly and causing her long, curly forelock to fall partly into her face. No, no, no! She hadn't wanted this to happen. She had only wanted to get the mare off of her. She had only wanted to survive! "I'm so sorry." She whispered, inaudible against the shouting and screaming going on around them. It was then that Aubrey's attention was taken away from the mule to another Valkyrie headed toward her, anger and vengeance painted on their features. By the time Aubrey noticed her though, it was too late. The other mare landed a hit to her hammer that she had tried to reach out for, preventing her from picking up the weapon to defend herself.
Aubrey heard the new Valkyrie call out her sister-in-arm's name: Otama. For some reason, that name stuck with Aubrey. She had changed Otama's life forever.
Snorting and shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Aubrey picked her hammer from the ground, keeping it close to her side. She eyed the two Valkyries carefully before retreating to another part of the meadow to scavenge through some of the herders' supplies to place into the bags around her shoulders. Despite this fight not going completely as planned, she wasn't about to go back to the clan without some bounty in her possession. The Bloody Flanks still needed food to survive another day even if Aubrey's mind would be plagued by the thoughts of that young mare from her first raid for quite some time to come.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 14, 2017 15:05:56 GMT -6
Chirin
War-Forged | Herder
 Chirin came racing back to the two mares. He had been so consumed with the battle that he had neglected to notice that Ezmeralda had appeared at his side earlier. Skidding to a halt behind them and kicking up damp forest earth a pine needles, Chirin breathed hard. The base of his horn where the Bloody Flanks stallion had chipped away at it throbbed slightly, however, as far as the broken tip the colt felt nothing, if not a bit lighter.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Chirin took silent note of his injuries. His ribs on his right side hurt. Possibly two of them had cracked, but not broken, from when the stallion had slammed him to the ground. His left front leg had a sizable gash nearest the joint connecting it to his body from a flying dagger he hadn’t even seen. His forehead stung from the missed blow, but it was hardly something he was concerned with.
All minor injuries and the colt had taken on a stallion twice his size and nearly triple his own weight. That alone was an accomplishment in itself. It was the voices of the two mares that drew the colt's attention back to the present,
“W-we should probably try to clean up those gashes or they m-might get infected. Do either of you have any medical supplies? I-I've seen Medics use cobwebs as gauze before... i-if no one has anything.” it was Ezmeralda's voice.
Even now the mare made him crack a smile a bit. He had meant to say hello to her earlier, but things escalated so quickly that he hadn't found the time. But wait. Chirin frowned in confusion. Didn't she have a pair of Saddle Bags with her earlier? And the other pale grey mare, Gosslyn. Didn't she have a herd of Caribou? Ignoring the offer to tend to his wounds, Chirin turned back to face the field. Locating the place that Ezmeralda had made camp, he quickly spotted her saddle bags laying untouched on the grass.
“Let's go deeper into the woods, there's a main road a little way ahead, cuts right through the forest.”
Gosslyn's suggestion was a good one, but yet again Chirin couldn’t just turn tail and run.
“Hang on a second. I just need to do one more thing!” He told the two mares before darting off in full sprint. A sharp whistle called Maple to him and the dog followed, leaving the Apana behind with the other two herders.
Eyes focused on Ezmeralda's bags, Chirin quickly grabbed them with his telekinetic grip, flinging them over his back. It didn't take much looking to locate some of Gosslyn's Caribou that had strayed away from the rest of the herd. Circling around the far side of the group, Chirin called up Maple and directed her with various whistles. There were only five Caribou, two bulls and three cows, but enough to get her herd back on it's feet.
To Chirin's slight surprise, they responded to Maple rather well. Chirin was able to safely and rapidly maneuver the small herd back to the forest, slowing to a trot as he came nearer to the mares, "Okay, now we can go.” he said in a cheery tone that only a child could pull off as he passed the mares, gathering up his Apana in the process. Glancing back at the mares he smiled, “I guess now would be a bad time to ask you ladies how your day is going?”
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 15, 2017 7:13:16 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. She shuddered with the pain, her head spinning as she gave up on getting to her feet. Now that she had had some time to process the pain and what had happened, she was able to think a little more. She had to stop the bleeding, she could tell by the shine on the grass around her that she had already lost a lot of blood. Now that her mind had cleared slightly, she heard someone call out her name. She let her sword drop to the grass as she turned her head to look for the caller. It was Amber, the other mare stood protectively between her and the fights.
Gratitude filled her and helped to push some of the pain back. Her head suddenly spun again and she nearly fainted at the surge of pain, oh Kaia it hurt. The bleeding, she had to stop the bleeding. She groped with her mind for the pack that was still strapped to her back. Òtama managed to pull out a cord that usually was used to secure a tent. “Amber… I’ll be fine,” she hissed through clenched teeth as she wrapped the cord above the break, “go… go back to the fight.” She groaned in pain as she knotted the ends and pulled it tight. The red flow slowed and then stopped.
With more and more of her mind returning to the present she was able to look at the leg a little more. Kaia it was a bad break, if it had been only one of the three injuries she would have been able to get it healed by a medic. With the tourniquet stopping the blood flow, she wouldn’t lose any more blood but no blood would flow to the rest of her leg either. Her heart trembled at the thought that her leg would probably have to be amputated. Oh Kaia, this had been her first mission… hopefully it wouldn’t be her last.
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I wanted to get this post in before I head out on the road
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 15, 2017 13:56:08 GMT -6
Ezmeralda | War-Forged | Herder
Now that Ezmeralda was out of the face of death, she felt the adrenaline leaving her body, but the grip of panic and sadness seemed to be replacing it. She felt tears sting at the backs of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. There was no way she wanted to cry in front of these almost-strangers. She wasn't much like very many War-Forged, but she didn't want to seem weak. She'd save her tears for later when she knew that her sister was safe.
The unicorn mare recoiled slightly at the unexpected touch of cobwebs as Gosslyn pressed them gently to the wounds on her shoulder where her attacker had kicked her, but at the gentle sound of the mare's voice, she calmed slightly. Her tail wrapped around her ankles in insecurity, but she felt her body relax ever so slightly. "T-thank you, Gosslyn." She murmured quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them by raising her voice over a whisper. Worries ate away at the back of her mind. Did her sister make it to safety? Would she go to find Muiris or would she stumble upon another group of Raiders to assist the Valkyries in fighting these plunderers?
Her body ached, but not as much as it would be if that mare had swung that hammer at her... or maybe she wouldn't be feeling any pain at all, and she'd be dead. There were so many possibilities that could have happened, and she started to realize just how lucky she was to still be alive. Oh gods, there were so many things she would have missed out on if she had died on that battlefield. That realization struck her like lightning. She didn't want to live with any unfinished business or regret, and maybe, just maybe, after all of this, she could change that.
Ezmeralda nodded in response to Gosslyn's suggestion, but before they got a chance to move, Chirin was off again, running into the battlefield. Her green eyes widened in shock and fear. Where in Hireath was he going now? He was going to get himself killed! Ezmeralda opened her mouth to call his name but quickly shut her mouth again. Shouting would only tell the enemy where they were, and they'd round them all up again. They would just have to pray that Chirin wouldn't get caught during whatever his plan was.
She watched carefully from the treeline, her gaze following Chirin's every move. After a few moments, it was obvious what he was doing: he was trying to get some of their stuff back. Ezmeralda would have thought it was sweet if it weren't for her overwhelming sense of worry. If only Zeru was there, so she could have him fly into anyone's face that tried to mess with Chirin. Where was that silly bird anyways? Ezmeralda pictured him flying around out there without a clue of what was going on and getting stomped on by some brute, and her heart clenched in her chest. 'Please let him be okay,' she thought. It was then that she felt the familiar draw of her blessing. Fear gripped her for a moment, thinking that all the stress may have triggered it and she would draw something dangerous their way, but out of the darkness, she saw a familiar shape flying toward her: Zeru! The puffin nearly collided into her, but instead, flew into a bush beside her. Ezmeralda carefully picked him up with her telekinesis and placed him on her withers. A small smile appeared on her face as the puffin chirped happily. She could control her blessing! Plus, now, she had one less thing to worry about.
Suddenly, Chirin came crashing toward them with satchels and herd animals being led by his trusty canine. Ezmeralda sighed, but a smile remained on her face as she gratefully took her satchels from him. "Chirin, you've got to be more careful. I'd hate to see you get hurt... but thank you. I really appreciate it."
"Y-yeah, let's get out of here before someone notices us." Ezmeralda said, looking fearfully behind her before following after the chivalrous colt.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 8:36:56 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
His eyes bore into the mare's, crimson fire meeting equally as bright ice. Her expression made him scoff, her stance even more so- she was no match for them. They remained locked in that standoff for no more than a few seconds before Ansgar's attention was once more diverted from the situation at hand.
His head snapped to the side at Lorian's words, eyes scanning for who he was speaking of. Indeed, a mare had been running towards them, but he had caught the last few seconds of her downfall.
Literally.
It seemed as though the sound of the hammer meeting bone resonated throughout the entire field, and Ansgar's ears instinctively flicked backwards. She toppled to the ground, and he felt satisfaction fill his gut. The screams of another Valkyrie filled his ears and he continued to watch, unmoving and unblinking.
Aubrey had since left the scene, when another flash of movement caught his eye- a colt, racing through the field and gathering up lost supplies before finally disappearing into the woods. He didn't miss the sight of Calder in his own battle, or Cormac staying at the edge of it.
Ansgar's attention flickered backwards to Lorian, eyes hardening at the sight. He had too many options and not enough time to fucking sort them out.
"Lorian! After me," he snarled, though his rage wasn't directed at his comrade. They needed to regroup, and they needed to retrieve what the herders were taking back.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 17, 2017 13:27:32 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey allowed her work to engulf her, keeping out the haunting sound of bones cracking under her hammer that still seemed to echo in her ears. She grabbed everything that she could carry: satchels with herders' smaller belongings in them, cloaks, pelts, even a small dagger that she tucked safely into one of the satchels. She didn't need to think about that Valkyrie and yet her eyes kept traveling to where Aubrey had left her fallen and broken for her sisters-in-arms to find her. Each time her metal prosthetic hit the ground beneath her with a gentle thud, she was plagued with the thought of the devastation that she had caused that poor, young soul.
The spotted mare snorted, shaking her head and grinding her teeth. 'Stop it! You can't change that now. You know she wouldn't have hesitated to kill you if you had given her the chance.' She thought to herself, lifting her head at the sight of Ansgar and Lorian heading off after what appeared to be a small, lightly colored horse that quickly disappeared into the brush. Someone was escaping.
The gears of Aubrey's mind turned as she pondered on what to do. Stay and plunder a bit more or help capture the escaping herders. 'Stop those herders before they find help.' The Bloody Flanks had the upper-hand in this battle, but if one of the herders was able to find War-Forged Raiders to assist the Valkyries, it would be another ballgame. Plus, who knows, maybe there was something of great value in those bags that they were so desperate to get back.
Aubrey galloped across the field, jumping and flying over the small dips in the land to gain as much ground as she could to catch up to her already-running comrades. "Ansgar! On your right!" She alerted the stallion of her position, coming up on his flank as they charged after the escapees and the goods they were trying to take back.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 18, 2017 9:54:21 GMT -6
Amber | Valkyrie
Amber shook her haed, watching as her oponent apperently choose to run off. Amber cursed under her breath before turning to Otama completly, seeing about helping her get up and away. She was unsure whether to feel insulted or not about the other mare turning tail. Did she recongize Amber to be too much of an opponent to handle, instead retreating to safety or did she simply did not think she was worth her time? Frustrated, she worked on helping holding Otama up with her telekinesis -an exhausting thing- as well as with her own body. She shook her head again, replying to the mare's earlier words. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not leaving you here." She had heard donkeys were a stubborn lot and she suspected that so were mules, but she herself could be quite stubborn as well. "Can you walk?" she questioned, eyes roving the battlefield again. She had to get her fellow valkyrie out and to safety. Her eyes tracked an imaginery path to the side of the clearing guessing it to be the best place to move towards. She thought she had also seen Chirin charge towards it once he detached himself -or at least most of himself- from the big raider. It was all so chaotic though, she was not quite sure.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 18, 2017 12:52:21 GMT -6
The fuzzy little herder colt was hardly back for two seconds before he went scampering off again. Gosslyn watched him with despair. He needed to hurry if he savored his own life at all.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly he came crashing back into the woods with some of the painted mare's belongings and- caribou? Gosslyn's caribou? They were bleating in a panic, but they shuffled around the group practically on top of one another, preferring to stay close this time. The colt's dog kept the livestock in line.
This wasn't the time to be thinking about belongings. Gosslyn kept her mouth shut, eager to get moving.
But the painted mare spoke Gosslyn's feelings. It was kind of the colt to think of their belongings, but a very foolish move. He was too bold and reckless for his own good.
"I'll get us to the main road, then I'll return for the remaining herders," she spoke quietly, beginning to jig in place. Now their group was a caravan of bodies and they'd be slower for it.
“I guess now would be a bad time to ask you ladies how your day is going?”
Oh, he was getting irritating. She knew he meant it ironically, but it grated on her. They had more pressing things to worry about.
"Not the day I had planned," she quipped. "We just need to move."
A few breaths after she spoke the words, she heard movement far behind them. One ear flicked back. Voices drifted through the dark trees. Her blood ran cold.
If the Valks were coming, that would be fine- best, even. But if the Flanks were coming...
Gosslyn didn't want to think about what the white-faced stallion would do if he saw her. He spared her life once, but she was positive he wouldn't have mercy again.
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 19, 2017 18:42:48 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. She would have to thank the golden mare when the fight was over, her loyalty to a fellow Valkyrie was comforting. The young mare felt the telekinetic pull from the other mare as Amber struggled to get her to her feet. Luckily enough, with the other mare’s help, Òtama was finally able to stagger upright. Though she felt light headed at the sight of her leg swaying uselessly. She leaned her good side against Amber, “I believe I can,” for one of the few times in her life, Òtama was glad for her smaller size. If she had been the size of her parents, it would have been much more difficult to get her to her feet.
The mule took a few moments to try to steady herself before she started to move forward with Amber’s help. It was a limping gate that was nowhere near the speed she had once been able to move at. The pair needed to get away from this fight, while Òtama could still use her sword she could easily be maneuvered around. “Let’s see if we can find the herders that fled, who knows if those Bloody Flanks will leave them be or not.” She murmured for Amber’s ears alone as she was able to settle into a rocking gate that allowed her to move faster on three legs. The momentum helped to keep her upright, though she was cautious enough to use her own telekinetics to brace herself on trees that they passed.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 9:20:12 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
Ansgar flicked his ears to convey to Aubrey that he had regarded her presence, though his attention remained focused on the spot where the herders ran off. He was vaguely aware of the Valkyries heading in the same direction out of the corner of his eye, though whether they intercepted him or not didn't matter. They were weak, they were hurt, they were nothing. He steered himself into the woods, tearing up the dirt as he did so, eyes scanning for the herders.
It didn't take him long.
There were three of them, all loaded with supplies. A child, a mare, and...
He didn't know whether his had heart stopped or began to pound faster, but either way he felt a shift within him. There was no denying who it was, and he felt a newfound sense of anger bubble up within his gut. He forgot about the presence of everyone else, his focus solely on her.
He told her to run. He offered her a chance to escape- to be rid of their presence. He had given her an opportunity to free herself and yet here she was, spitting it right back in his face. Did she truly believe she wouldn't be found?
The thoughts raced in Ansgar's mind, but he refrained from speaking- just for the simple fact that he didn't have to. His crimson gaze bore her down, unblinking and unwavering. Mercy had long since been forgotten about- he didn't care anymore. He didn't care for Astrid or her wishes, and he most certainly didn't care for the foolish girl before him.
Ansgar was suddenly acutely aware of the quiver at his side, and within a second he had the bow loaded- and aimed straight at her.
A glint passed through his eyes, and all at once he knew what he was going to do.
"I'm only going to tell you once- take your shit, and bring it to me." The command - though he didn't explicitly address anyone - was very clearly directed at her. He broke their contact as he observed the other herders with nothing but chilling contempt.
"Try to stop her, and we'll kill you all." He concluded, his voice deathly low but definitely not lacking in ferocity. His gaze flickered back to the pale mare, and instinctively he pulled the arrow back tautly. Ansgar always followed through with his threats, though he wondered for a brief second if they'd think he was bluffing. A cruel smirk made its way across his lips at the thought- he'd be more than willing to prove that he wasn't.
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+15 Strength & +10 Vitality for using his bow gives Ansgar 90 Strength & 30 Vitality
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 20, 2017 10:14:11 GMT -6
A crash in the bushes. She turned.
A ghostly face stared back at them in the dark trees.
Her legs froze and she stumbled, falling chest-first into the dirt. In a scramble she flew back upward. She faced him with her head low, avoiding eye contact, retreating backwards into the dark woods.
She was as good as dead. He'd told her to run, and now she was aiding escapees.
"I'm so sorry, I'm leaving now, I promise-" it was a pitiful attempt to make peace and quite pointless, she knew.
She glanced upward and saw his bow pointed directly at her. She stopped moving. A tremble erupted all over her body. Would he shoot her? Vidar had been careful with his weapon, delicate enough to not harm her, but this stallion was unfamiliar and his eyes bore red flames. He could be a ticking bomb of gunpowder. He could be trigger-happy.
She hoped he was more like Vidar.
"I'm only going to tell you once- take your shit, and bring it to me."
She looked around. She had a paltry saddlebag on her, and a tattered blanket, and some caribou wandering around the perimeter of their space, but that was it.
"Mine? Or everyone's?" Maybe he just wanted belongings, not bloodshed. In which case she'd be more than happy to hand over the loot, if it meant her legs could still flee.
"Try to stop her, and we'll kill you all."
She peered out the corner of her eye at her companions. She had to hope the others wouldn't be hasty to intervene. The painted mare was no threat, but she prayed the colt wouldn't try to be a hero again.
She slid off her saddlebag and blanket into the dirt, and pushed them in the stallion's direction. Her white hide shone like a beacon in the moonlight, now naked. She whistled lowly and the caribou scuttled to her side. She slowly and deliberately tied their halters together with a dangling leadline so that they couldn't separate, and nosed them in front as well.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 20, 2017 16:42:34 GMT -6
Lorian followed after his Captain as his name was shouted, ears pulled forward as he swung his heavy head to turn, his still focused on the horse charging towards them. Until the world seemed to slow, his breath loud as he watched Aubrey, watched the slow rotation of her hammer and how it made contact with the delicate leg of the mare. He watched how the hammer bent it outwards, bones and marrow snapping, flesh tearing as the bone splintered. Somewhere deep inside him he felt something of joy, of pride that Aubrey had brought down one of Hira's mighty little girl scouts. He felt a deep satisfaction roll through his body as he watched her fall, but his stomach said otherwise, violently twisting as he lingered at the sight of her mangled leg. It wasn't ... unpleasant yet it sent a chill rolling through his body. Dragging his eyes away from the horrid sight, he nodded at Aubrey as she joined them, his eyes wide underneath the thin veil that shielded his face from the cold of the mask. Soon he spotted the same thing as Ansgar, three lone figures edging themselves away from the fight, trying to escape with what they had left. He skidded to a stop beside his captain, watching as a hot anger filled his eyes and rolled through his body, causing another shiver to run along his spine.
Slowly, he uncurled his daggers as Ansgar drew his bow, the line taut as he notched an arrow. Lorian felt his heart racing, his muscles tensed as he readied for any of them to resist. He wondered if they would, wonder if they would think the dedicated Bloody Flank was only bluffing, the surely he would never harm one of them, how could he? Lorian knew otherwise of course, but he wondered. Slowly, Lorian bared his teeth as Ansgar ordered them to forfeit their things in return for their life, sharp daggers ready to assist the Captain if need be. Lorian watched with his own fire in his eyes as the white one slowly stepped forward as ordered, gaze hidden under his veil.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 9:55:47 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
Though his body remained still, Ansgar's eyes followed her every move. He watched as she slid her belongings his way, and momentarily flickered his gaze to the caribou. He remembered Aubrey had also collected her share of the herders' belongings, though he still felt restless about the size of their "success". It wasn't enough, but there was nothing he could do about that particular issue. They took all they could.
"Take these. But let us go."
His attention snapped back up to her, his smirk widening at the words. So she wanted to play hero, huh? Ansgar wondered what possibly gave her the nerve to do that- did she really think that he was going to be satisfied? Did she really think he was going to give her a second chance?
"No."
There was a distinct finality in that one word that offered no room for anymore pleading or reasoning. Even if she did continue to do so, it wouldn't matter. His mind was set. His own anger at her and their lack of supplies mixed with an untapped irrationality that told him that what he was doing was... okay. Another part of his mind scolded him- this wasn't supposed to turn into a hostage situation.
But would she really be a hostage if he didn't plan on letting her go?
"What the fuck makes you think I'd let you leave again?"
He confessed, though he wasn't too concerned with the reactions his Clanmates would have to it. In fact, he didn't care at all. This was personal.
Ansgar took a step forward, the bow ever so present as he kept his aim straight on her.
"You're not going anywhere. You're leaving- with us. Try and fight that, and your friends will suffer the consequences. Your choice."
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 21, 2017 16:06:10 GMT -6
"No."
The world around them was quiet, as if the trees and darkness bent to his final word.
The way he smirked make her blood curdle. He was wilder than Vidar, she could see it in the way his nostrils flared and his eyes burned. He was more bloodthirsty, more hungry for a vengeance.
"What the fuck makes you think I'd let you leave again?"
Her mind started spinning and her legs wobbled underneath her, threatening to pitch her into the dirt. No no no-
"You're not going anywhere. You're leaving- with us. Try and fight that, and your friends will suffer the consequences. Your choice."
She stared down the crossbow. She had no doubt about his seriousness. He had preyed upon innocent herders after all- unarmed, unfit common folk. Evidently Gosslyn's possessions were worth more than her life.
Hopefully this would be like last time- they'd escape, and she'd be let go once they were out of reach. Hopefully. She didn't know the nuances of negotiation but she knew she wasn't a threat. Which meant she's be spared or killed. And she knew, instinctively, which was more likely.
She turned slightly to the painted mare and colt behind her. They were the witnesses, and she realized if the white-faced stallion was hasty with his weapon, this might be the last time she saw anyone of the War Lord's side.
She dared not speak out of turn in this moment being held at the end of an arrow, but she wished she had the gift of telepathy. Tell my family what happened. Tell the War Lord.
Hot tears burned in her eyes, and she was helpless to hold them back. Her mother... her mother would be heartbroken. Her father would agree with her inner dialogue. Stupid move, mare. Very very stupid.
He said it was her choice, but it was no choice really.
She lowered her head and took a small step in his direction. Her words were meant to sound bold and defiant, but they came out half-choked.
"Then take me."
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 21, 2017 16:08:12 GMT -6
Ezmeralda | War-Forged | Herder 
Content that Chirin was safe, Ezmeralda was ready to set off to safety. She wanted to get the hell out of this place as fast as she could go, but before she even got the chance to set her hooves moving, there was a crash in the brush behind them. Her head whipped to where the sound had come from. Her eyes widened in fear, and her heart hammered in her chest.
If the sound had been a Valkyrie coming to escort them to safety, that would be fantastic, but if it were their attackers, Ezmeralda could only imagine the horrible things that they would do to them if they were caught. Before Gosslyn's harsh whisper split the silence around them, the paint mare was already running through the forest. It seemed, in her panic, that her hooves caught on every fallen branch and up-right root. Her heart jumped in her throat, and she found her throat closing up as tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. She didn't want to be caught. She wasn't ready to die!
It was too late though. They had caught up to them despite their best efforts. Ezmeralda froze when she heard the harsh shouting of a stallion behind them, and she slowly turned to see a bow with an arrow pointed straight at Gosslyn. She felt what seemed like her heart stop in her chest. They seemed so bloodthirsty, so desperate for everything that they had that they would do anything to get it... even murder.
She felt hot tears stream down her cheeks, creating rivers through the dirt that was caked on her face, and she hated herself for it. She was War-Forged. She was supposed to be stronger than this! And yet there she was, in front of her attackers and fellow herders, sobbing like a scared filly. 'I'm only going to tell you once- take your shit, and bring it to me.'
Ezmeralda didn't hesitant for a second before dropping her belongings to the ground, sliding them toward Gosslyn for her to take to them. Why was he so fixated on her? It worried her and made Zeru shuffle nervously on her back as she focused her blessing on him. At least if she did that, she wouldn't accidentally call forth a hungry bear or something even worse.
'Take these. But let us go.'
Her green eyes shifted to the brave mare that stood beside her. If Ezmeralda were in her position, she was sure that she would be a quivering ball of mumbling without an ounce of questioning in whatever these horses wanted from them. She had to admit that it made her anxious just as Chirin's heroics had nearly given her a heart-attack, and her gaze shifted to the brutish stallion with the bow, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
The words that followed nearly set her over the edge: 'What the fuck makes you think I'd let you leave again? You're not going anywhere. You're leaving- with us. Try and fight that, and your friends will suffer the consequences. Your choice.'
The unicorn mare ground her teeth together out of worry and anger. What kind of choice was that? Go with them or die, or refuse and they all die? Ezmeralda looked at Gosslyn out of the corner of her eye. She was a strong mare... but without knowing what these horses wanted of her, Ezmeralda wasn't sure what her decision would be. Would she sacrifice herself to let them live, or would she risk them all being killed?
'Oh Kaia, protect us all...' Ezmeralda prayed, lowering her head in defeat and closing her eyes as she awaited her fate.
It was then that Gosslyn spoke in a choked up voice. Ezmeralda's eyes opened to see the tears that streamed down the other mare's cheeks much like her own. She shook her head, causing her long hair to cover part of her face. No, no, no! "Gosslyn..." The mare muttered quietly, feeling a sob smother the words in her throat. "I-I'm so sorry."
Ezmeralda felt useless... she could do nothing to help the mare that had risked her life to save her from these monsters. The only thing she could do was watch as they took her away.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 18:08:08 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
Ansgar stood - stoic as ever - eyes watching her every move, utterly unaffected by the sight of her tears. Her emotions meant absolutely nothing to him, and he made it clear with the low growl that rumbled in his throat.
He wasn't a patient man.
At last she moved forward- her words confirmation that she was submitting to his commands. He was prepared to flank her when suddenly the painted mare spoke, making him perk his ears up in interest. It was nothing more than a distressed mumble, but he caught it.
Gosslyn.
So that was her name.
While it was a trivial detail, he felt a surge of power course through him, pleased with the knowledge that gave him another one-up on her. He flicked his ears, silently motioning for his comrades to gather the supplies they had been given while he closed the distance between himself and Gosslyn.
He didn't tower over her, per say, but his sheer mass dwarfed hers in comparison. He was a solid, unmoving figure built out of pure muscle and rage- she was not.
Ansgar leaned his head slightly so that his mouth was at her ear, though he refrained from touching her as he spoke. His words were soft in volume, but harsh in tone.
"Walk ahead of me, Gosslyn." He ordered, refusing the move until she did so.
"Follow my friends, and don't look back."
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 21, 2017 18:42:15 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey galloped alongside her comrades, her heart beat quickly inside of her chest, but her expression remained icy and hard. Her hammer was tucked safely in one of the satchels strapped to her sides. She no longer wished to brandish that ghastly weapon... not after the pain and destruction it had caused. If she needed to protect herself or one of her fellow Bloody Flanks, of course she wouldn't hesitate to do so, but for now, she wished to forget about the devastating events that had happened in that meadow.
The spotted mare weaved between the trees, careful to keep her wings tucked tightly to her sides to keep them from slamming into the rough surfaces of the trees. She could hear the sound of hooves in front of them, and the merchant picked up the speed. They were close, so close.
They broke through the brush to enter into a small clearing which was when Ansgar drew his crossbow. It was like time had frozen still. The herder and their flocks stopped in their tracks, turning to see the weapon that was pointed at one of their own. Aubrey glanced at the large stallion beside her, seeing an anger and frustration bubbling in his eyes that she had not seen before. Her brows furrowed, wondering what it was about the mare that his eyes were so intensely glaring at that had broken his calm demeanor.
Nevertheless, Aubrey watched as the herders before them gathered their belongings and handing them to the grey unicorn. It seemed that they had figured out that they were not going to win this fight after all and were ready to give up. That was until the grey mare tried to bargain with Ansgar. How foolish! She was at the end of an arrow that could very easily end her life, and she thought she was in a position to bargain? Aubrey rolled her eyes and snorted. This wouldn't end very well at all.
It seemed that Ansgar had snapped, his voice rising in anger. To be honest, Aubrey found herself growing nervous. Captives were never mentioned in their mission briefing. What would they do with her once they got her back to the Clan? They had no use for a herder. Aubrey didn't let her doubts sway the hard, cold expression on her face. She allowed her emotions to go blank. There was no time or place for emotion on the battlefield. They only got you killed.
'Walk ahead of me, Gosslyn. Follow my friends, and don't look back.'
"Yes, sir." Aubrey nodded her head, grabbing the herders' belongings that had been dropped. She turned her back on the two herders left behind, her tail whipping at her sides in frustration. As a beaten, broken mare herself, she feared that this Gosslyn may very well share a similar fate.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 21, 2017 19:17:56 GMT -6
Muscles tensed, Lorian stood solidly as he watched the three herders before them, his head lowered but ready to strike. From time to time he would glance at Aubrey or Ansgar, the slight movement of his head causing the metal chains on his neck to softly clink together, almost whimsical in such a tight situation; it made Lorian want to laugh a little. He didn't of course, not wanting to disrupt Ansgar and the words he directed at the three gathered before them. Tilting his head, Lorian flicked his ears in confusion as he both heard and watched Ansgar's anger bubble over, his red eyes flashing in the night. He glanced at Aubrey through his veil and though she couldn't see his eyes, he hoped his body conveyed the same thing they were both thinking; what was Ansgar doing? Slowly, he turned his head back to the situation at hand, jaw tensed as he regarded the pale mare and the others around her, watching with curiosity as they seemed to break down.
Slowly, Lorian stepped closer to Ansgar as he moved to gather the rest of the things Aubrey had not picked up. He hesitated beside him, wondering if he should question Ansgar and what exactly they gained from dragging this mare back with them. He wondered how his Captain would react; would he punish Lorian for questioning his command? Carefully explain his plan in a hushed whisper or perhaps just ignore Lorian flat? Lorian wondered...but in the end realised that it would just be a waste of time. Scooping up the last of the things, Lorian lifted his head and regarded the pair in front of him, ever so slightly tilting his head before making his way back over to Ansgar. He did not give verbal acknowledgement like Aubrey had; Ansgar knew that Lorian was practically mute anyways. With his head raised slightly, Lorian gave one last glance at the scene around them, light reflecting off of his gleaming mask as he slowly made his way to walk beside Aubrey. Whether tonight had been a success or a failure was still left to determine.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 21, 2017 22:37:46 GMT -6
Just like that, she had gone from being a citizen to a prisoner within her own country.
The Flanks were part of the War-Forged herd, technically speaking, but these recent uprisings made them more divisive. Now they seemed like an entirely different nation within Onea’s borders. Strangers in a familiar land.
The painted mare said her name, and Gosslyn winced at the pain in her voice. As long as they were going free, that was the only good thing to come of this.
Tears continued to run down her cheeks. She looked to the other Flanks to gauge their reactions to this scenario, but they looked stiffly supportive of the white-faced stallion’s orders. They’d offer no alternative option.
He stepped forward to whisper into her ear. She had to fight recoil. She wanted to vomit at his mouth so close to her face. He smelled like death.
“Walk ahead of me, Gosslyn.”
Her name sounded like ashes in his mouth.
“Follow my friends, and don’t look back."
The tears continued to flow silently. Fearing the slightest move out of order would put an arrow into her skull, she move stiffly in line. She’d resist a hair’s breadth of movement out of place, although her chest burned to make sure the other two got out safely.
Her feet felt so heavy as they walked.
Stupid, stupid mare.
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Post by savannauni on Jan 22, 2017 0:32:27 GMT -6
Zet looked at the flankist "You think that is all? I spent my entire life fighting and you think a little body check is all I got?" A smirk pulled at her lips, "You are an old man after all." She retorted. She watched as her opponent looked to his friend in need. Her eyes tore away from him also, just in time to see what Kathra was doing to the other Flankist. As he introduced himself as Captain Calder, and "You might have herd of me" Zestoka let out out a roar of laughter " I can't say I've bothered to remember it if I had. I'm Zestoka, and I'll have to ask you to leave now." Her smirk turned feral as she lunged for him one final time. She was not like these other little Valkyrie mares, Zestoka had been broken before, she had trained under worse conditions, and she over came every obstetrical Kaia had thrown into her path. Her extra ears of experience only made her stronger. If this gods damned stallion thought he could fire off a few retorts to ruffle her mane, he had another thing coming. But the Bloody Flanks had started to file out, taking what they wanted. Zestoka was tired from the fight with Calder. Neither could go on much longer, but as her denim colored eyes looked to the Flankists, quickly moving out, her eyes widened. That was a herder.. That was a herder! "No." The draft unicorn whispered as her face fell. "No." She said a little louder. Property was one thing, a life was another. If they were to take a Herders life.. then she would take one of theirs. Her eyes cut back to the Captain oh so close to her, then she snarled at him like a wild bear "You better run." She bellowed at the one eyed captain. { Word Count: 313 | Post 7 }
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 22, 2017 2:11:47 GMT -6
Calder | Bloody Flanks Raider
“Ouuch, Zestoka from The Forged, that has really hurt my feelings” he replied ironically and rolled his eye. But the mare was right, it was enough. Long lasting fights were cool and fun when he was young, but now his strength faded with every wasted minute. Not to mention that his opponent was as big has him, maybe even bigger. This fight has to be ended quickly.
Calder saw that the Valkyries muscles tensed slightly, a minimal but crucial sign that she would attack again but before she could do so, her attention was distracted. The old stallion dared a glimpse too, because he wanted to know what made her even more angry than before.
When he saw what was going on a grim expression spread across his face.
Ansgar, flanked by Lorian and Aubrey, brought a herder with him. Calder knew he had seen the mare before this evening and she don’t looked like she followed the Bloody Flank Captain voluntarily. The blood bay stallion gritted his teeth. That was a quite foolish and unthought action from Ansgar. Calder could see the anger in his eyes and knew instantly that it made no sense to argue with him now. There was no realy pity for the mare in his heart, but her presence in the Bloody Flank Camp would cause some problems in the future. But it was Gidals job to constrain his son, so Calders attention flickered back to the draft mare in front of him.
Run. Oh no, he wouldn’t run, never again. Once he had to, to save his life, to keep the chance for revenge alive. But not today.
“Never” he said calmly and focused her again with his piercing blue eye. As she moved forward for the last attack, she definitely wanted to end the fight now, he didn’t dodged again. Time for playing was over, finally.
Suddenly he lowered his head, just a bit, then he made use of his telekinetic strength. He was able to move things that weigh twice as much as him and because the mare was already moving forward, she wouldn’t be able to escape his grip fast enough. It was like invisible arms pulled around her, used her swing and dragged her towards her opponent with her head bowed down just a little bit like Calder. All that took just a blink moment, then he heard a disgusting, crunchy noise as her foreheads bounced together. Not a harmless move for himself, but to carry his horn the bone structure of his head was a little bit harder than the average horse and he had determined the best spot on his head for this. It still hurt, a lot, but his sight cleared almost immediately whereas the mare seemed to have some more problems.
“Now go, help your sisters before I decide to break some bones today” he growled with his deep voice and moved on, with his attention still at the mare just in case she decided to attack him again. “Well fought.” he added with an unwanted feeling of respect, then he walked away in the direction where Cormac stood.
"Come, we are going home. I can prop you if you need help” the older stallion offered with a quick look to his fellow captains leg. Almost by the way he used his telekinesis to take some stuff out the tent Cormac was standing in front of.
(I hope this is okay Zet!)
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Post by Darkrise on Jan 22, 2017 3:16:43 GMT -6
I got the opposite Of the Midas Touch | Post 5 347 notes are below Chibi by kingmeow Skye - W-F | Valkyrie
Holding the adorned stallion’s gaze Skye’s mind was whirring, thoughts and plans tumbling through her brain as she assessed the situation. There was no way she could face off two stallions, she’d struggled enough facing the one of them and the other looked even stronger- damn her inexperience. However before she could make a move her attention was swiftly drawn to Otama as the mule’s form crashed to the ground. It seemed both stallion’s had turned to look as well, the sickening sound of metal hitting bone echoing across the field, Skye could only imagine the grim sense of accomplishment the Bloody Flanks might be feeling right now as one of her comrades fell to the dewy grass.
Skye planned to attack the two whilst they were distracted but it seemed they had other ideas for the second one, clearly the leader, called to the masked on to leave. There was no winning this battle for either side but it was clear that both the Bloody Flanks and the Valkyries needed to regroup. The grey femme was glad to see a rush of auburn running towards Otama, Amber racing to help her fellow fighter. Skye’s own pillars itched to carry her towards her fallen comrade but she couldn’t help but allow a taunt to escape her lips as the Bloody Flank stallions left.
“Cowards!” She snarled, despite the fact that she knew it wasn’t true.
Attempting to conceal the slightly limp in her rear leg Skye moved as swiftly as she could to where Amber and Otama were, the blood running over one icy blue eye as the adrenalin no longer hide the pain in her head.
“Otama?!” She shouted into the freezing night as her slender pillars drew her closer. Icy gaze settled on the bloody white of bone peaking out from the mare’s skin. Cringing internally she came to walk at the mule’s other side, ready to brace should the rocking gait falter.
“Those bastards.” She snarled under her breath, oceanic oculars scanning the night for where the scattered herders and Valkyries had gotten to.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 23:18:08 GMT -6
ANSGAR
AND IF I SEEM DANGEROUS, WOULD YOU BE SCARED?
Ansgar lingered in the back, his steps firm and loud as he followed his comrades. He could practically hear the breath being sucked out of the Valkyries as they saw the scene unfold, though he was certain he garnered a similar reaction from his fellow raiders.
He could feel the stares that came from both his enemies and allies alike. He could feel the way they burned like fire in his skin, and he relished in the sensation. Let them watch, let them not agree, let them hate him. He wasn't trying to hide Gosslyn or the action he was carrying out, and he most certainly didn't give a shit about what anyone thought at this point. The sin committed was his and his alone- and he wanted them all to bear witness to it.
They padded onwards in silence, ignoring the voices of the Valkyries, though Ansgar briefly glanced at the world around him from the corner of his eye. He noted the forms of the stunned Valkyries and the remaining members of his Clan. Fiery eyes burned brighter as he assessed the damage of his fellow Captains, but he knew the fight was over. They had gotten what they came for, and he'd avenge his blood another time. For now, the Valkyries were too swept up with the presence of Gosslyn. They would never endanger her life- a thought that nearly made the bay stallion laugh. Nearly.
They weren't bold enough to risk multiple lives in the hopes of saving one, and he scoffed at that. Had any of his Clanmates been in such a situation, he wouldn't hesitate to rescue them- one way or another. The Valkyries were by no means warriors in his eyes, and their actions tonight only strengthened that belief. No, they were nothing more than a goddamn nuisance.
As they reached a safe distance he turned, eyes surveying the field and its inhabitants once more. It seemed the living had been more destroyed from the events that had transpired than the land itself. The Valkyries stood - frozen and aghast - watching as they left, though he knew it was partially because Gosslyn was their very apparent prisoner. He was certain their presence had also left a mark of the Valkyries as well though. No, they would never forget the events of this night.
Ansgar managed to smile - albeit scornfully - as he raised his head higher and tensed his stance. They hadn't won much, not really, but the stallion couldn't push away the feeling of victory that began to bubble in his gut- in the most vindictive way of course.
"Return to your Warlord. He bellowed, voice resonating across the once silent field. He took in each of the Valks- burning their faces into his brain, remembering each and every one of them. His ears flattened against his head as he glanced at each of them, for he knew that one day they would meet again- it was inevitable, though he swore when that day came, only one side would leave the battle alive.
For now, his Clan would continue to strike back on the god forsaken herd. They would continue to make their mark, and they wouldn't stop. Years ago they had been nothing more than a whisper in the breeze, and now here they were- very much alive.
And by god, were they starving.
"Tell her the Bloody Flanks send their regards."
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whoooooo look at the drama
thank you all for making this plot so much fun!! I had the best time doing it and I hope you all did too!! MWAH >8))
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