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Post by Queerly on Dec 17, 2016 2:14:31 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 307: The Earth Trembles!
Team Leader: Bates
Participants: Muiris, Icabod, Chadlai, Uther, Ritan, Southpaw
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: It’s a quiet day in Skeldr Town- something that never bodes well in the end. As you tuck into your first (or second, third, perhaps even fifth) flagon of ale at Bjorn’s Tavern, a distant rumbling catches your ear. You rush outside and turn your eyes expectantly to the mountains, anticipating an avalanche, but the snow lies almost petulantly still. The rumbling isn’t from a natural phenomenon- no, it would appear that a group of migrating mammoths intends to plow right through the town.
Time of Day: Afternoon
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 17, 2016 13:27:49 GMT -6
Icabod | Raider |War-ForgedIcabod was on his third drink at the tavern. He was starting to feel the affects of the booze and a slight grin spread on his lips. Ah, what an exciting night... He thought to himself. The others in the bar seemed to have had a pretty damn good time as well. He wasn't usually one to spend his day off drinking, but this seemed like as good a time as any. It got his mind off the nuisance that was his home life and he didn't have to worry about his job for the day.
Everything was going pretty well. He finished off his third glass, taking the chance to look around the place. It really was a unique crowd this fine day. Maybe he'd be able to sneak his way into another's conversation. After all, drinking was no fun if you were drinking alone.
Icabod moved from his spot at the bar and started towards a heavyset stallion with a cropped mane and light coat. He got the feeling he'd seen the guy before, probably in passing. That was how Icabod remembered most horses, how else would you? "'Scuse me, you in need of a drinking buddy?" Icabod asked with a raised brow. He immediately regretted his decision as he realized how stupid he sounded. But, the words were already out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 13:49:13 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The tavern was a happening place.
Muiris was normally not one for drinking, but every now and then, he would decide to indulge. It seemed as though several others, especially quite a bit of his fellow raiders, had the same idea. He slunk his way through the crowd, trying his best not to bump into anyone or get in his way. His second beaker of hard cider held steady in his telekinetic grip. His long mane was pulled back into a loose braid, though he allowed for his forelock to flow freely over his dark amber eyes. His tail was lazily tied up, just enough to keep it off the ground and out of the way. Thick leather straps wrapped around his chest and shoulders, holding in place a thick piece of polar bear fur and its matching skull upon his left shoulder. The stallion's trusty war hammer, a gift for excelling in his rank, laid tied beneath the skull.
However, that was not his only weapon. The other, a small steel dagger, was kept hidden in its sheath, tucked beneath the stallion's chest, between his two front legs. One would only notice it was there if they were really looking.
His mother's cat eye necklace bounced against his chest as he swung around a stumbling fool, large hooves dancing across the wooden floor as he tried not to spill his drink. His muzzle twitched, the two small horns upon his nose wiggling from the movement. Watch where you're going...
The roan stallion found himself a quiet, or well, quieter, part of the tavern and took another sip of his drink. He knew he was not one who handled alcohol well, so he had to be sure to drink slowly if he didnt want to turn himself to a fool. He observed the crowd, a small smile on his lips, soaking in the warmth of the tavern.
The large stallion brought the drink back to his lips, but found himself pausing. His brow furrowed as he felt a small tremor rush through his hooves and bones. Ever since he had been blessed by Kaia herself, the Earth had spoken to him more. He could feel every little movement, including those created by the rowdy equine around him. This one, however, was.. different.
No, its just the alcohol talking.. He thought to himself, continuing his sip. However, this didnt stop him from training his gaze to the door. |
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Post by Callousal on Dec 17, 2016 16:00:56 GMT -6
B A T E S
War-Forged Raider
"Take your shot but make it your best. 'Cause I get up, I eat ya."
Hooves met the earth with a low grumble, loose pebbles trembling as the heavyset draft made contact with the ground, gaze set on the entrance to an unfamiliar tavern. While he hadn't occupied the pub before, it didn't stop Bates from stepping inside with his monumental head held high, eyes meticulously scanning his surroundings as he walked towards the bar. The behemoth took a seat and was pleased with the attentive service he was met with, rumbling out a request for a shot of scotch as soon as the barmaid inquired.
Alone, he sat, inspecting the characters that contaminated the tavern; there were a few faces that he was familiar with, comrades from his trips on raids. He refrained from approaching them, not that he was planning to, knowing that most of these individuals preferred their solitude over company - much like himself. Albeit, as soon as he articulated the thought, a voice prodded at his ears, a youthful, one that was much more too inviting than he was used to.
"'Scuse me, you in need of a drinking buddy?"
Bates worked his jaw, clenching and slackening as he pondered the presence of the opposing stallion. He silently nodded, granting him permission to sit with a small bob of his head - he recognized the stallion that faced him, however couldn't quite pinpoint from where; Bates shrugged it off, intuitively categorizing him as a raider. A soft thud reeled him out from further wallowing in his thoughts, it was his order, the waitress slid the small glass over to Bates before tending to the other occupants of the bar.
Without hesitation he tipped the glass into his mouth, allowing the liquid gold to smoothly run down his throat, spices accompanying the strong taste of alcohol. Bates snorted, briefly clearing his throat as the liquor actively vexed his gullet and tongue. His ears swiveled backwards in disturbance, distant thumps rhythmically getting louder; in a subtle manner. He shook it off however, gauging the source of the sounds as nothing but a distant storm.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Dec 17, 2016 16:10:04 GMT -6
Ritan
War-Forged Medic
Ritan grumbled as another drunken fool launched into song, piercing his ears with terribly sung verses. Ugh Kaia. What did I do to deserve this crap...
He was called here earlier in the night saying that the local tavern was going to explode into violence or some nonsense so he went to check it out. Of course, it was nothing close to that. He was just about to leave when someone shoved a drink in his vicinity and he got carted around the tavern. Course, he couldn't freakin' see who it was so it wasn't like he could find them again. They were gone so fast that he didn't get a good feel of who it was, which just made him even grumpier. So, since he was already there, he decided to stay for a while. Why come all this way and not stay a while? He took one sip of the drink he was given (beer by the taste of it) and decided to pass it on to the next person in line. Ritan wasn't fond of alcoholic drinks. Even if they were free.
So that's how he ended up hanging out at a tavern, a place where he would usually get patients from drunken brawls and not a slightest notion as to why he decided to spend his night there. Well, it isn't like I was doing anything beforehand anyways. All the herbs were tucked away or bundled up for emergencies, the shop was clean, there was literally nothing to do for tonight.
There were quite a few Raiders there tonight, not all of them sober. Most were far from it. Ritan fell just a bit more glad though. Raiders were still lethal, even when they weren't quite in the right mind. Most were keeping to themselves though there was a pair sitting at the bar, quite awkwardly however for one of them.
A disturbance drew him out of his observances however and it set him on edge. A faint rumbling in the ground, not unlike an avalanche brought it's presence to Ritan's heighten senses. Even though he was not blessed by Kaia, he could still feel the rumblings of the earth better than most. What he lacked in sight, he made up for with his other senses.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 17, 2016 16:38:22 GMT -6
"I'm here for your entertainment~❤" 
~❤❤❤~
Oh man, he should NOT be getting drunk. Getting drunk was a bad idea. Very bad. James typically kicked him for getting drunk cause he went and did bad things. But, come onnn, you were supposed to do stupid crap when you were drunk! It was part of the 'getting drunk off your ass' rules!
Chadlai was currently sprawled across one of the tables, purring and flirting with the equines seated at it, a blush from the alcohol dusting his cheeks. Wasn't this supposed to be a group event for the raiders or something? Where had they all gone anyway? He rolled onto his stomach, standing up on the table and smiling down at the equines below with a teasing grin. Where were his frieeeendddsss! The pegasus looked around, dancing a bit on the tabletop. Hhmmm.. He should find someone! He fluffed up his wings, letting them shimmer and shine in the light. That would get him attention!
He decided that the best course of action to find his companions would be to hop around from table to table to find them. Without touching the ground. Just staying on table tops. That would be great! He pranced about on the tables, sometimes knocking over a glass, but for the most part seeming to be quite careful with his steps. He flashed teasing grins and sensual brushes along those who he saw watching him. "Look, but don't touch, dears." He purred, jumping to the next table.
He looked down at a cute little blue roan unicorn. "Hello, sweetheart," he chirped, bending down and cocking a brow at him. "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before..." he fluttered his wings, again letting them shimmer and show off. Oh, wait, find his friends, find the other raiders. This wasn't a raider. Oh. James would definitely kick him if he knew about this. Best to not let his husband know! No one would tell him anyway. None of them here talked to the ginger stallion. That was good. Very good. No getting in trouble here. "Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry, I'll need to go and I don't even know your name! How dramatic, how tragic!" He whined before hopping to the next table.
The ice blue eyes of the pegasus flicked about the room before he spotted two of his companions. "Baaatteess!" He sang, leaping over to the bar and prancing in front of him and the other horse nearby him. He made sure to find out all the names of his fellow raiders. That was what friends did! He had to know everyone, and make sure they knew him! "Baaattess, you're being so lonely over here! Get involved, dance a bit, have fun! That's why we're out drinking!" He grinned at him, prancing more on the bar top. "I could make things a bit more fun for us... You know... Find a back room or someplace private..." He laid down on the bar top, brushing his wings against the raider's cheeks and watching him with half closed eyes, a calm smile curling on his face.
He spotted the other equine and his attention quickly jumped. "Ohhh, you're cute too! Wait, do I know you? Oh, of course I do, I know everyone. I know all my friends!" Chadlai smiled at the other, sticking out the tip of his tongue and humming lightly. Why were all the raiders such stiff, stick-up-their-asses, boring folk? They needed more energy, more fun things to do! Maybe he should try to pick a fight. Bloodshed and cracking skulls was always fun...
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 17, 2016 16:55:27 GMT -6
Icabod | Raider | War-ForgedIcabod smirked and sat beside the beefy stallion. He seemed to be trying his hardest not to speak, so Icabod didn't push it. He simply sat beside him and started on his next round of sweet, sweet ale. The roan felt a strange buzzing hit his head. It was either due to the drinks sloshing in his gut or from his blessing. Gods, tremor sensing can get so annoying... He decided it was probably a mix of both, so he simply tried to tune it out.
The raider was just about to ask the name of his new companion when he noticed a pegasus begin to flounce about the tables. He rolled his eyes, yet he couldn't pry his eyes from the scene. The stallion had guts to be so open and obnoxious. Icabod chuckled softly as the pegasus seemed to have acquired a new target.
But, that attitude changed as he saw the dark creature turn his head and shout the name of, who he could only guess, was the hulking beast beside him. "Please don't come over here... please don't come over here..." Icabod murmured under his breath. "Shit." He groaned as the pegasus leaped to their tabletop.
He quickly moved his drink away from the dancing hooves. Again his quiet laughs returned as the pegasus addressed Bates. Icabod almost wished he had the guts to act in such a carefree manner. The pegasus certainly had some himself, that or he was crazy. Icabod felt his face heat up at the way the pegasus began to speak to him. "Uh... me?" He couldn't believe this wild stallion was actually targeting him now. What an odd concept. Normally he might've just growled at the stallion, but he was feeling particularly good that day. "I'm sure you don't know me. I've never seen you before... But, my name is Icabod." His voice had started out high, but he quickly cleared his throat to sound less stupid. He was just so baffled by the situation.
Another vibration seemed to hit deep in Icabod's core and he let out a soft grumble. There had to be something going on outside.
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 18, 2016 6:23:10 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
Even though it was way more busy than he had hoped for, the tavern was always one of his favorite places to be. He had his spot at the bar he was always at; at the end of it, so he could lean into the wall when his world started turning around him. He had a good sight on the door and could see anyone that came in the bar as observing other equines was one of his favorite hobbies when he was drinking. There were many familiar faces. Not that he knew them by name, but he had seen them before. Frequent drinkers, you could say, just like him. They weren't friends, but they always greeted each other when they entered the bar, with just a simple nod. It was more than enough, as none of them were interested in these deep going conversations some liked to have at the bar.
He was down to his fourth drink, or maybe fifth, and was starting to feel the alcohol taking a hold of his feet. His tongue felt heavier in his mouth and he would probably talk with a roll in his words. It hadn't really been his intention to get drunk tonight (like it always wasn't), but he had a night off and his Zireael was out of town, so he hadn't really got something to entertain himself with. Alcohol was his old friend that he always seemed to come back to, no matter how often he had tried saying goodbye to it.
He took a good sip of his glass of rum. He could feel the substance burn in his throat and warm his stomach, a smile playing on his lips. Oh, how he loved the effect alcohol could have on your system. His amber eyes followed a black Pegasus that tip-toed from table to table, his shining feathers fluffing up after him. ''Well, that's something else,'' he grinned as he inarticulately muttered to himself. The guy seemed to have had a good share of alcohol, and had probably lost his boundaries with it. It was always enjoyable to see others tip toe off their feet as soon as they had taken a little more than was good for them. He himself wasn't down that road, yet. He chuckled to himself as his eyes found the bartender's, and he hinted for yet another glass of rum, as he finished off the glass he was having right now.
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Post by Callousal on Dec 20, 2016 19:21:25 GMT -6
B A T E S
War-Forged Raider
"Take your shot but make it your best. 'Cause I get up, I eat ya."
His blue eyes intuitively became hooded, gaze dull as a familiar voice chirped his name.
"Baaaaaatess."
Chadlai. He grimaced, ears pinning as the pegasus began to hop and prance about the bar-top, spilling the contents inside of flagons that were still sprawled about the counter. It seemed the extravagant pegasus could not decipher the painfully obvious disturbance he caused the draft as he continued to vex his patience, caressing Bates' cheek with a turquoise wing which caused the draft to narrow his eyes; mentally dismembering the pegasus in front of him, violently.
Bates swallowed tensely, holding back an aggressive bark, deciding it would simply be better to remove himself from the situation entirely; he could rarely tolerate the loudmouthed Raider on their missions together, it would only make sense to leave when he had the option to.
Bates rose to his feet, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched as he pushed the stool roughly back into place - nodding stiffly at the roan stallion whom he now knew as Icabod, excusing himself. He came here to drink, not think, make friends or put up with any of Chadlai's behavior. They were associates, nothing more, nothing less. Chadlai surely had his own knit of friends to annoy, and Bates had his; though not many were unfortunate enough to be titled as such, thankfully. Begrudgingly he made his way towards the door, opening it in one swift, harsh movement and closing it in the same manner, nearly taking it off the hinges. He was in no mood to be tampered with, he had enough turmoil occurring in his personal life as it was and he surely wasn't going to sit through yet another mind-numbing, one-sided conversation with the pegasus; not today, at least.
A cold rush of wind met his face with a rigid slap, his coat began twitching as it adjusted to the excruciating chill outside. The loud, thunderous noise that he had heard inside of the pub had become noticeably louder. A thick eyebrow quirked, curiosity taking ahold of the large draft, as he lowered his head to inspect his surroundings.
There was no viable evidence to prove it was an avalanche or anything weather related. He snorted, nostrils flaring to reveal pink flesh in annoyance, however distant trumpet-like roars caused his ears to perk up attentively.
It was then he noticed figures in the distance, though he wasn't too familiar with what exactly they were; mammoths perhaps, if he was to go off their size alone. One thing he was certain of however, and that was they were headed right for the town.
Bates instinctively thought to take it upon himself to lure them away, but it would be near impossible to do it alone…
Bate’s left his pride outside, and reluctantly stepped into the tavern once more. Making his presence known with a resounding boom of his voice, "Raiders," He began, “and those who are willing. I need your assistance in herding a… cluster of mammoths.” Bates spoke, a hint of hesitation in his voice, unsure of precisely how many there were. ”They're headed directly for the settlement of Skeldr." He rasped, voice leaving his throat in a low rumble, confident that his comrades would aid him in this feat - if it not for him, then for the well-being of the town, and its occupants.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Dec 20, 2016 21:12:50 GMT -6
Uther|Raider
The tavern was busier than ever, Bjorn was nowhere to be seen even though it was his damned tavern. The 19.3hh stallion looked around at the other equines enjoying food and drink, Though he kept to himself Uther recognized a few other raiders through the diverse group. He sighed silently and walked up to the bar to order drinks "Yeah I'll take an apple ale please lad".. Normally other raiders were pretty harsh and ignorant if another was respectful or asked nicely for things, He didn't like being a non grouch but there was enough drunkards running amok being rude.
'I swear if I didn't remember what happens when I drink I'd never be here..' Once Uther got his ale he walked to a quiet table away from the prancing flamboyant pegasi, "Another bird child.." He mumbled as he made a dent into the ale he just got, He recognized Bates a fellow raider that is just a decimal off from his height as well as Muiris who isn't far off either. Uther shifted his massive weight a little uncomfortably feeling like the elephant in the room while he ordered another ale from a waitress, Soon the second ale was down and he found himself getting tipsy and outgoing. "Who wants to celebrate a peaceful day here in Skeldr town with an ale and my big asinine arse!" His brain started to get foggy and clouded with sarcastic remarks to conversations and equines around him. Soon that idea went to hell when the Raider he knew stood up and asked for assistance with.. wait 'Mammoths??..'
"Oy.. Lad did you just say Mammoths? I've never seen them this close to Onea let alone town.." Uther had seen them once before in his lifetime but not anytime recently, This had certainly peaked his interest more than drinking. "The 'ell do they think they're doing in our territory let alone headed to destroy our town" He snorted growing increasingly irritated by the beasts he walked straight over to Bates ready to head out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:25:13 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" Second drink down.
Third one started.
He could already feel the affects of the alcohol setting in. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his eyelids slow to damp his eyes. The room seemed to lag when he turned his head, reminding the large stallion that, despite his size, he was a lightweight. Licking his lips, he peered across the room as a brightly colored pegasus bounced across tables and seemed to harass everything within a mile radius from him. Muiris recognized him as a Raider, but couldnt remember his name to save his life. Not that that mattered right now- at this point, he probably wouldnt be able to pronounce it.
Muiris found himself giggling when said bright Raider ran a wing across Bate's cheek, whispering sweet nothings with batting eyelashes. The roan stallion's eyes widened as he shoved his muzzle into his drink to hide his amusement, but only created bubbles in the cold beverage instead. They bounced and popped against his face, tickling his thin hair. This did nothing to hide his inebriated state, but only made it worse instead.
This was why he was not allowed to drink alone.
Leaning back, his stool tipping, he rested his head against the wall as he tried to contain the light and cheerful giggles that refused to stop flowing between his lips. He had to pull his drunken gaze away from Bates and the winged stallion, giving the pub a bounce with his gaze to see if he recognized anyone else, but his eyes were moving too fast for his brain to keep up.
"Who wants to celebrate a peaceful day here in Skeldr town with an ale and my big asinine arse!" Uther's thick accent rang through the crowd and Muiris found himself losing it again. His eyes watered as he tried to hold back his silly laugh, but failed as he threw his drink into the air, shouting, "Aye!"
The stallion's attention shifted as movement caught his attention; Bates standing from his table. Muiris, in his intoxicated state, thought it best to follow the older, grumpy Raider. He placed his glass on the small table before him, drink splashing over the edges from his rather.. unsteady movements. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the ground, the bar around him slightly spinning as his mind re-calibrated.
Could he even stand? Sure he could! Confidence sprouted through the stallion as his hooves found the floor, his knees wobbling ever so slightly as he brought his gaze back toward his target: the door. Something behind him suddenly brushed his leg before crashing to the floor, startling the large draft. A yelp of surprise sprung from his lips, his hooves scuffling across the floor as he overreacted; unsteadily spinning around to see what had dared to attack him from behind. His heart raced as he simply found his stool tipped over.
And he broke into another fit of giggles.
What a silly thing to be scared of.
Now, what was he doing again- oh- the door!
Just as he had put his mind back on track, the door busted open, sunlight rocketing through the bar. The stallion winced, his eyes squinting against the light as he focused on the large grey male standing in the doorway.
The pub fell silent as Bate's booming voice shot through the room, Muiris's own ears pricking forward at his words. Mammoths?? "O-oh shiit." The stallion slurred over his own words as he forced his hooves to move faster than an awkward shuffle. Stumbling out the door, his heart raced as he stared ahead, his eyes growing wide. The ground shook like an earthquake, rattling the intoxicated stallion to his bones. The massive bodies of the beasts came charging, no sign of letting up despite the many buildings and citizens in their path.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 20, 2016 22:23:28 GMT -6
"I'm here for your entertainment~❤"
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Wow. How rude can you get? Bates just upped and left him without even a single hello or goodbye! Chadlai frowned, watching Bates storm out. He stuck his tongue out at him in a rather childish manner and rolled onto his back on the counter. Rudeeeee!
"Who wants to celebrate a peaceful day here in Skeldr town with an ale and my big asinine arse!"
The pegasus's ears pricked and he lifted his head to see a massive mountain of an equine shouting out in a rather drunken way. Chadlai's mouth curled into a smile and he giggled, sticking out his tongue again. An agreement from another member made him laugh harder. Oh, well, poor poor lonely Bates would miss out on all the fun! His loss!
Chadlai managed to stand up on the cramped counter and his gaze was drawn to the sounds of bubbles and giggling. Who waaassss, oh, was that another Raider? He looked familiar too! Oh man, he was more drunk then he was! Clearly! Chadlai grinned widely, watching him and the other drunkards in the tavern. This was so worth it, even if his attempted catch had slipped away from him.
The sight of the roan horse freaking out and skittering across the floor resulted in the pegasus bursting into a puddle of giggles and laughter right on the counter. This was gold! Someone needed to make this an event! Just a chance to publicly watch drunkards flail about and be idiots! He would pay sooooo much money to watch that!
While he didn't hear the sound of the door opening over his giggles and laughter, the voice of Bates caught his attention.
"Raiders, and those who are willing. I need your assistance in herding a… cluster of mammoths.”
A cluster of WHAT now? Chadlai quirked a pierced brow, looking at Bates. He wasn't serious. Mammoths? Really? Why in the name of Kaia would mammoths be running towards the town? They never came here! And did he really want to try and herd those? Actually, hold on a second. That sounded pretty fun. Could he try to ride one of the hulking beasts?
Chadlai slowly grinned wider, his gaze gaining a devious light. Oh hell yes. "I volunteer!" he shouted, jumping slightly on the counter. Oh man, ohhhh man, this would be great! This would be so freaking fun. He couldn't WAIT to tell James about what he did today. He was productive, doing more then just screwing around (sadly not in a literal sense) with his buddies and drinking himself silly!
The pegasus raider was so entrapped in his imagination and growing excitement, he didn't notice the somewhat panicked flailing of the equine below him. And he only noticed once his leg got caught, pulled out from under him, and he slipped over the edge of the counter. A loud yelp left his mouth and he crashed ungracefully into the alcohol and dirty floor, carrying with him the drinks and cups on the bar counter.
Chadlai let out an upset whine, rolling onto his back and kicking a cup halfway across the room. "No faaaiirrr, who did that cheap shot?" He stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry, his brows furrowing. Oh, oh, he should get up. He needed to go ride a mammoth!
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Dec 21, 2016 1:30:43 GMT -6
Icabod | Raider | War-ForgedIcabod sighed in both relief and a bit of sadness as the strange stallion ignored him. He did feel pretty bad for Bates, however. Poor brute had to put up with this obnoxious little thing. He took a few sips of his fourth tankard. The buzzing in his head grew a bit stronger, surely it couldn't just be the drinks.
Icabod watched with curiosity as Bates left the tavern only to rush back in. The roan stallion couldn't believe his ears. "Mammoths!? That's what this damned headache is from? Frickin' mammoths!?" He launched to his hooves a little too quickly, knocking the pegasus from their table. Icabod laughed softly as he watched the pegasus face plant. But, his attention quickly returned to the tavern door.
The raider cantered outside to look at the scene. "Damn... You weren't kiddin' were ya?" Icabod watched the giant creatures which seemed to be storming to the town in a more flustered manner than usual. "I've only seen these things from far away, they were always peaceful and just as huge. Ya really think we can diverge the whole damned herd from the town?"
Icabod winced as another massive vibration raked through his body. His gaze turned to the drunken raiders and others who seemed ecstatic to pounce on these beasts. He glanced at Chadlai and held back a smirk. Ah, drunken bird-boy is gonna be such a great help. He snickered. "So what's the plan, big boy?" He turned to Bates once again.
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 22, 2016 7:14:16 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
As he saw the scene unfolding itself a few bar stools away from him, he was pretty content with his place at the bar. Far enough to not get involved, but close enough to see how the flashy Pegasus stroke the seal bay brute's cheek. He imagined the stallion to strike out any moment, or bark at the Pegasus in frustration. Instead he pushed his stool backwards with just a touch of aggression, and turned to leave. Southpaw couldn't help but chuckle in between the sups he took of his rum. He admired the big stallion's self-control. He wouldn't know what he would have done if a stallion had strutted it's stuff in front of him like that, especially with the alcohol that was coursing through his veins. The rum made his emotions higher on the surface, and harder to control. He would have probably barked at him, maybe even given him a push or two and see him tumble off the counter with his fancy dance moves. The thought of it made a smile play on his lips.
He finished his fifth -did he count that right?- drink while his amber gaze traveled through the little tavern. There was a mountain of a stallion that ordered a drink not far from him and left to find a place at the tables not much after. Southpaw could only imagine the way the stallion would let him look like he was tiny as hell next to him -- but who wouldn't? Than his eyes found a roan stallion tumbling up his feet, dancing back and forth to keep it's balance. He grinned before he focussed his amber eyes on the bartender in front of him, who shoved his next drink towards him. With his telekineses he stopped the liquor in front of him, but not without spilling it too much. He was slightly loosing his touch of precision, just as his eyes were starting to come less and less clear. He just wanted to take a sup from the golden liquid as the door of the tavern swept open and a voice boomed over the rumbling sounds of the tavern.
He furrowed his ragged brow and looked up to find the big stallion that just bursted out of the tavern only a mere minute ago. It took a few seconds before it dawned on him what the words coming from his mouth actually mend. Mammoths? Fucking mammoths? At first it didn't quite stroke to him that the stallion was not playing jokes on them. His expression told the opposite though. He stared at his untouched glass of rum that stood in front of him, the question pondering in his mind. He could stay here and enjoy his rum, but how long could he if a bunch of mammoths would sweep the whole tavern away in a matter of minutes?
Thus he grumbled under his breath and lifted himself from the bar stool. Like an alcoholic professional he placed his hooves on the ground -- steady, in a way that he got the time to find his balance now that it was disturbed by the alcohol, before he set his muscles into motion. ''Well, we better hurry than,'' he said as he past the others by the door so he could take a peak outside himself. ''Well, ssshit,'' he mumbled with a drunken roll in his tongue. He still couldn't quite comprehend the fact that he really wasn't kidding. That was until he saw them for himself. They were rolling down the mountain like an avalanche. He turned his gaze to the few other stallions that had taken in on the seal bay's question, most of them Raiders -- if he remembered their faces right. ''We have to branch them off their path towards town,'' he talked a little faster than normal, his brain working faster than his mouth could get by. ''Otherwise we have no fucking tavern to get back to in a few minutes,'' now his voice more angry than before. How did those beasts dare to think they were going to rubbish their town?
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Post by Queerly on Dec 28, 2016 16:51:18 GMT -6
 Either you're drunk out of your mind or that's a herd of some fifteen mammoths headed for Skeldr Town. These enormous, slow-moving animals are normally placid, but they have a reputation for being stubborn, and absolutely ferocious when provoked. With two adolescents in the herd, their tempers are likely to short. Divert the beasts with care, and try not to get impaled on a tusk.
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Post by Callousal on Jan 1, 2017 21:17:34 GMT -6
B A T E S
War-Forged Raider
"Take your shot but make it your best. 'Cause I get up, I eat ya."
Pride swelled in the pit of the draft's stomach as a handful of stallions rose up to stand by his side, however regret soon filled the cavity instead as they began to speak out in nothing but slurs and mumbles, clearly intoxicated. He acknowledged Icabod with yet another nod, though his attention quickly turned to Uther, a rather loudmouthed Raider whom couldn't quite grasp the fact that the mammoths were not being intentionally malicious. Bates shook the rue off with a cough, addressing the situation at hand, "Muirus," He began with a rasp, rumbling out commands, "Are you able to barricade their passage?"
His eyebrows furrowed in question, eyes forcefully drawn back to the herd that were slowly advancing towards the town, two calves in tow were desperately trying to keep up.
Bates eyes lit up in thought, if Muirus was not sober enough to properly divert the beasts, he could take a more dangerous route… Stealing the young away from the herd would surely prove to be difficult, but likely be a surefire way to drive the adults off course, all in the spirit of protecting their progeny.
The draft inched closer to Icabod, seemingly the most sober out of the six other stallions that accompanied him - comfortable with the silence and respect the male had offered beforehand. The others were either too talkative or too drunk to function and there wasn’t enough time to care or dwell on the matter as the mammoths trumpeted loudly, making their presence known. Bates chuffed lowly in response, confident in the plans he strung together whilst negligibly intoxicated.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 22:32:52 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The stallion's attention was grabbed as Bates addressed him, amber eyes narrowing in thought. He had never tried using his blessing while intoxicated - not that he drank that often anyways - but he didnt see why it would be an issue. He gave his fellow raider a nod, turning to look toward the stampeding beasts. "'m sure it wont be an issue." He replied, his words working quicker than his lips.
He would have to get closer, though.
The draft took on an unsteady trot, his hoof steps ringing against the hard ground as his path was like that of a side winder; anything but straight. However, he didnt have to get too close, standing just far enough that he could still hear his group and the edge of town was a few feet before him. Taking in a deep breath, he waited until the town around him stopped looking as though it was part of the sea and pressed his hooves hard against the ground. Squeezing his eyes shut, he focused on the path before him. The feeling of the mammoth's feet rocketing toward them, slamming into the ground vibrated through his bones and his blood.
He could feel the earth shifting where the pavement stopped, roots pulling and snapping, crust crumbling. It was only moments before a large earthy wall shot up several feet away, forming a barrier between him and the stampede.
Slowly opening his eyes, a lopsided smile found the stallions lips as he chuckled to himself, his skin pricking from the vibrating earth. The rocky wall he had formed was certainly not his most impressive; it was not as large as he had hoped it would be, but it at least blocked off the part of town they were closest to. The group of charging beasts split, some rushing one way and the others going the opposite.
Muiris frowned. Sure, they werent going toward the main part of town anymore, but they would probably try to weave through other parts anyways to regroup. Gritting his teeth, he turned and charged after one half of the group; he could at least try to manage them.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 2, 2017 17:57:20 GMT -6
"I'm here for your entertainment~❤"
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It was difficult, with the room somewhat spinning, but Chadlai managed to get out the door and stare at the incoming mammoth herd. He pricked his ears, rustling his shimmering wings in excitement. Oh man, oh Kaia, this would be great! He very nearly bolted forward to fight the things head on when he heard Bates start talking to one of the others.
What was he going? C'mon, this was going to get boring! He pranced in place, halfway fluttering his wings in a showy little dance of anticipation. His attention was on Muiris as he set up the wall aaaaanddd... There went half of the mammoths!
Oopsie daisy! A loud cackle left his mouth at the sight of them splitting off, and a drunk Muiris sprinting after half of the herd. Oh boy, here we go! "Alright, ladies and gents, time for some fun! CHARGE, FOR GLORY!" He crowed, tossing his head with a wide grin on his face, launching into the air and quickly soaring after the other half of the mammoths.
So they were suppose to get them away from the town? How could he do that... What about dragging them away? Chadlai's grin widened and he quickly caught up with the massive lumbering beasts. "Alright, you big hairy hunks, c'mere! This way!" He grabbed as much thick hair as he could and pulled with all his telekinetic strength.
Well. That didn't have the intended effect. That seemed to make it mad- WOAH! "Hey, hey, hey, I'm not into being fondled by tentacles! That ain't my kink!" He shouted, pushing himself higher and out of reach of the now irritated mammoth's trunk with a few beats of his wings.
Hmm... Backup plan? Why noooottt... Why not drive the thing! Yes, there we go! Better plan! Chadlai let out a whoop and zoomed down, landing on the mammoth's back, his legs splayed out and hooves digging into the hair. Yes, okay, perfect! "EASY, EASY, I'M A DELICATE FLOWER!" He clung to the beast as it roared and started trying to shake him off. "I'M DELICATE, STOP THAT!" Chadlai drunkenly shouted, nearly getting thrown off. Maybe this was a bad idea. But damn, it was FUN!
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 4, 2017 12:44:15 GMT -6
Ritan
Medic
He spoke too soon, Ritan thought, watching as an overexuberent pegasus leaped between tables, flirting with anyone and everything. Definitely drunk. He was just moving to leave when the pegasus crash landed at his table, a huge grin on his face.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said as he leaned down. Ritan arched his neck away in fear that the pegasus was planning on kissing him. Ritan is not a kisser, especially to random drunk raiders. "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before..." Oh god, kill me now Kaia. He wasn't blushing per say, he was just very very... uncomfortable. Most didn't give him a second look since he couldn't see they're staring eyes. Most thought it was creepy when he talked to them, probably because he didn't try to look at they're faces when they spoke to him. Before he could reply however, the pegasus bounced away, probably to seek more... talkative company.
Ritan released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and readjusted himself. What a very awkward situation. Which what promptly interrupted by one of the raiders leaving after the pegasus had leaped over to him. "Baaaaaatess." the extremely drunk pegasus had said, just before the so named raider left without a word.
...only to return a few moments later. Why is he back? Ritan thought, wiping a fallen feather off his table. Ritan almost fell off his stool when Bates spoke. Mammoths, in Skeldr? Unheard of! Though Ritan couldn't say he'd seen them, he did recognize that this raider didn't lie. Either he's not lying or he so drunk he thinks it's real. No matter. Ritan had to see this for himself. Metaphorically speaking.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 5, 2017 12:53:31 GMT -6
Southpaw | Stationary Merchant | War-Forged
He tried to think of ways to keep the mammoths from rampaging through town. They could try and distract them, but with what? He squeezed his amber eyes together as he watched the herd roll down from the mountain. He couldn't imagine a crew of six horses -no matter how massive some where- could scare them enough to change their mind, and he couldn't imagine they would change their route by asking nicely either. That would be convenient! 'Hey guys, would you mind changing your route just slightly? Thanks!' He grinned to himself.
He broke out of his cloud of thought as Bates' heavy voice cut through the silence. His head perked up, and his gaze traveled over the small group of stallions that had gathered outside of the tavern. Barricade? That could work, if it was big and strong enough to make the beasts change their mind. He was sceptic about it, though. His amber gaze followed the roan stallion he had addressed to as Muiris, and watched him pull up a barricade with his blessing. Pillars of rock and earth emerging from the ground created a large wall -- but something he was afraid was not large enough. And it wasn't. You could feel the rolling of heavy hooves shift through the ground and the group split in two right before their eyes, and the roan stallion bolted after them, just like the flirty Pegasus boy did. He snorted loudly, his ears pinning backwards.
''We have to stop them now that the group's small enough!" His rumbling voice brought out, right before his powerful hind legs pushed him from his space and towards one half of the mammoths he found most threatening. Cold muscles pulled from under his thick pelt and pushed him forward. The cold air cut in his face as he made up speed, some of his steps less controlled than others, but they were still powerful and brought him to his cause. He could feel the ground rumble beneath him from the almost rhythmic thumping of hooves as he approached them, turning his direction so he ran besides them. He tried to think of a good plan, but his mind was still clouded by the alcohol that ran through his veins. He had no time to think. He pushed his ears against his neck and bit towards a back leg from one of the mammoths. He'd expected for the beast to turn, or to dive sideways. But instead he got angry -- incredibly angry.
This wasn't going to work. He slowed his pace and turned to look at the other group of stallions. The roan was closest to him, the black Pegasus not far either... riding a fucking mammoth. He was out of his mind. No time to think about that, he grumbled to himself as he gritted his teeth together. ''We have to work together! This is not working!'' he tried to shout from over the loud rumbling of the mammoths. Someone had to come up with a plan, and fast.
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 8, 2017 2:10:03 GMT -6
Icabod | Raider | War-ForgedIcabod watched in a stunned silence as he gazed upon the herd of mammoths. It was crazy to see them. Their route was certainly a dangerous one for the many members of Skeldr Town. He glanced up at Bates in worry. Surely this small group of mountainous stallions could figure out some way to reroute the beasts onto a safer path.
Icabod groaned as two of the stallions charged into the fight without hesitation. "Fucking idiot..." He grumbled at the pegasus who rode atop one of the mammoths. "We might be able to distract them. If we get their attention and piss them off enough we could start a stampede. Goal would be to have them follow all us to a path that isn't into a well-populated town." Icabod studied the size of each break away herd. "Maybe we need a few of us per group. One can be led... Well, I'm not sure where just yet, but it's a start."
The roan stallion waited for the remaining stallions to process his suggestion. Then Icabod rushed off in a hurry. If they didn't get there quickly, it would be too late to do anything about it. So, he was going to take some action now. Icabod got close to the mammoth that Chadlai rode atop. "Hey! Birdie! I need you to channel that mammoth's rage in a safer direction! Think you can do that!?" He called up to the pegasus. He wasn't sure such an estranged drunk would listen to him, but it was worth a shot.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Jan 11, 2017 17:21:58 GMT -6
Uther|Raider
When the group got outside and saw the mammoths Uther sighed, "Well... This is going to be quite the interesting event." He groaned regretting the drinks he had and the headache that these beasts would soon cause. He walked up to Bates as he thought and came up with a good plan, Better than the rest of us could come up with drunk off our asses. 'Oh no.'
When Muiris used his gift to make the wall appear it only pissed them off and gave the group twice the amount of work to do, "Oy now look what you did" Uther burred visibly agitated by the ordeal. As Chadlai, Southpaw and Icabod ran off towards the one group of Mammoths Muiris ran after the other. 'Can't we come up with a plan first?..' He thought to himself, "Since those fools are charging full steam *hiccup* ahead Ritan; you, Bates, and I should help Muiris gather those mammoths' spawns like Ichabod said, They'd definitely come after those spawns just like any brooding mare would." This sounded like a fantastic idea to him at least in his head.. not so much aloud.
To his bewilderment, he glanced over at Chadlai riding a mammoth "Is that fuck-twat riding a mammoth?? Is he out of his bloody mind?!"
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 16, 2017 15:30:47 GMT -6
Ritan
Medic
He walked out that door and was promptly met by chaos. Almost every single Raider that was present in that tavern had shambled out to see what Bates had been talking about. 'course, that chaos was probably ten times worse if he could see it, Ritan reasoned. Sadly, he noticed he was also probably the most sober of the group. Which was proven very well when the pegasus raider promptly landed on one of the mammoths backs and tried to ride it. His efforts were met with a now rage filled walking death machine.
"Fucking hell..." he muttered to himself. This was NOT what he was expecting when he decided to stay in that tavern. He was expecting a bar fight, not...THIS.
He had to move quickly however, otherwise said mentioned death machine was going to stomp on him in it's attempt to rid the buffoon who was now riding it. He skittered out of the way, slighting pushing on the mammoths foot just enough to avoid getting his long tail stuck. Going to have to trim the damn thing again...
After the raging mammoth incident, he noticed he was separated from most of the small group. There was only one other raider, Muris from the looks of it, rushing towards the group he managed to split off from the rest. Might as well follow him, Ritan reasoned. Better than getting stepped on.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 18, 2017 14:33:32 GMT -6
"I'm here for your entertainment~❤"
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Sweet Kaia's ass, this was ridiculous... And fun! Chadlai whooped as the mammoth raged, flashily displaying his wings and plumage in an excited manner. He almost entirely tuned out the other raiders and equines in his adrenaline filled rush.
Until a voice shouted up to him that was. Birdy? Well, okay then, cute nickname! He pricked his ears, blue eyes flashing to the ground below the mammoth. Channel the mammoth's rage? "Well, I can't exactly put a collar and leash on this thing and parade it around town in a safe, nice little parade!" He called back. "But let's see what we got here!"
Chadlai finally let go of the beast's back, flying up out of reach as the mammoth roared. Well, well, well, someone had a grudge now! Perfect! He swooped back down, actually kicking the thing in the forehead. "C'mere you big hairy dickface!" He shouted, backflipping out of range for the creature to grab him. Safer direction. Safer direction. Where was that? Uh, uhhhhhh... Just away from the town? He again swooped past the beast's face until he was sure it was thoroughly upset.
Then he zoomed away, his wings propelling him away from the charging beast set on grabbing him and crushing him into the ground. Aw man, this was so much more fun then normal Raider work. Why couldn't this happen more often!? "This way, this way! Follow the pretty birdy!" He called back, leading the raging beast away from the town.
Hmm, well, that was only one of them... His gaze snapped to the adolescent nearby the rest of his half of the group. Perfect! He immediately turned around, kicking the beast in the face again as he passed. Oh that was fun. Okay, focus, focus!
He reached the youngling, and immediately noticed the rest of the adults getting quite upset at how close he was. A malicious grin spread across Chadlai's face. "Aw, you wanna protect your 'widdle baby?" He cooed. "THEN BRING IT ONNNNN!" He crowed, jumping on the small mammoth's back like he had with the other one. The shrill, panicked cries immediately got the rest of the adult's attention.
And also made them mad. Very mad. Okay maybe this was a bad idea... "SHITTTT," Chadlai swooped up, his leg glancing a trunk and nearly sending him crashing into the ground. "Well, I got the rest of them! I think! Safe direction time!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2017 12:02:54 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The group Muiris had been stumbling after seemed down right pissed that they had been separated from their group. They flung their heads wildly, looking for their partners while also trying to keep track of themselves. Their tusks swung with their heads, nearly smashing into Muiris multiple times as he struggled to keep up. He never considered himself to be very fast; in fact, speed was one of his greatest weaknesses, but he figured he would be able to easily keep up with something as large and heavy as a damn mammoth.
He heard shouting from his group and flicked his cranium around to glance back at them, nearly tripping over his own hooves as his eyes widened with bewilderment. Was the bird raider riding a mammoth?? From the scene in the bar, Muiris wasnt all that surprised, but that took some massive bravery. It was funny how bravery and stupidity often walked hand in hand.
As the pegasus took hold of one of the youngsters, the adults from Muiris's group seemed to take notice. They all stopped, roaring with anger at the sight of the raider latched onto the young one's back. Snorting with irritation, they wheeled around and charged, Muiris hopping out of the way before he got trampled himself.
"Look out! You've got more coming your way!" He shouted in warning, turning on his heels and clambering after them to make sure none of them strayed into town.. not that there was much he could do about it anyways. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 19, 2017 16:25:34 GMT -6
Ritan
Medic
"Look out! You've got more coming your way!" Muris shouted, just beyond Ritan's sense of telekinetic touch. Oh crap! He was able to dodge out of the way, just before he could have become a pancake underneath the second group of mammoths. Well, at least we got them back together... Ritan thought, slowly getting off the ground. He definitely needed to exercise more. His knees were a little scraped but that's not what he was worried about. It was the stupid pegasus who was leading the mammoths out of the town that he was worried about. He decided that he was a fool and completely crazy long ago, but he did have to admire his tenacity.
He had single-handily pissed off not just one, but all of the mammoths. Good for him. Oh that's right... Ritan thought, checking around for Muris. "You alright?" He shouted to him. Still out of range it seems.
"Well, why are we all standing around for? Do you all have concussions or something? Make sure the drunken idiot doesn't loose the mammoths...or himself for that matter." Ritan was pretty sure the others could hear him, but he couldn't tell. I am so not cut out for this crap.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 20, 2017 9:03:32 GMT -6
Southpaw | War-Forged | Stationary Merchant
Running aside the mammoths made him realize all so suddenly why he hadn't become a raider to begin with. He might have the muscles, but he was in no way capable to think of solutions so quickly, and he wasn't one to use violence so easily either. He knew how to build bridges, how to fix the structures when they got broken, he was great at drinking, but he was just not cut out for this. But the others; they were raiders, right? They had experience with these kind of situations, they knew how to deal with this, and he could only hope they had any better idea than he had.
He was slowly loosing his hopes on distracting away from the town, when in the corner of his eye he saw the black Pegasus stallion loosen his grip one the mammoth he was riding, and channel his attention to one further in the pack. He could hear one's screaming, but above the heavy trampling of the beasts beside them, he couldn't comprehend what they were saying. It took his brain a little while to settle his grip on what was happening. And if you asked him, it was genius! Pick one of the babies, and all of the mammoths would follow!
"Make sure the drunken idiot doesn't loose the mammoths...or himself for that matter," he managed to pick up from one of the other stallions. He was right -- if they didn't stand by, this still very well could go wrong. He hit up his speed, his footing not optimal, but good enough for now, and tried to keep a hold of the mammoths that were suddenly a lot faster, and a lot more pissed off. He didn't know the name of the winged raider, but he sure as hell was saving them from disaster. ''Good job Birdy, just keep on doing what ya doing!'' He yelled, still with a slight roll to his words from the alcohol that still coursed through his veins. In front of his eyes he saw one of the mammoths slightly rearing of path, but with a few faster paces and he bit towards the mammoth's hind quarters, making the beast quickly fall back in line. ''We'll keep those asses in line,'' he murmured as a grin crept up in his face. Maybe this was more fun than he thought.
From the other side he could see the second group of mammoths, that they had split off earlier, joined back with the other group of mammoths again. He slightly rearranged his paths to not get run over, but didn't make much room either -- they had to get them straight up away from here, and fast.
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Post by Callousal on Jan 22, 2017 0:22:42 GMT -6
Bates
The draft chuffed, angry and unsatisfied with the way the group of stallions were conducting themselves. They scattered like pests to spoiled goods, it was no way to deal with such a grand stampede of mammoths. Bates scoffed, angrily inhaling -and exhaling- labored breaths at the uncoordinated sight of misfits. They were all going to get themselves killed, he rumbled in frustration, eyeing the group as the split off into two -three- groups; pitifully chasing after the large beasts. “Focus our attention on the young,” He bellowed, his voice loud and deep enough for the group to hear, “These behemoths will fetch their offspring, we will use that to our advantage.” Bates decided, clearly in need of guidance, or rather he felt they did; in their drunken state.
Without further hesitation, he galloped behind the herd, swerving and weaving between large furred legs; his focus on the runt that straggled behind, frightened at the sight of such an interference
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