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Post by savannauni on Dec 24, 2016 23:33:03 GMT -6
Let Me See You Start A War
Plot: On the road these two encounter one another, each believing the other to be their herd's (current) biggest issue, Bloody Flank members. The two end up in a rather brutal scuffle before realizing they are both true War Forge members...
Characters: Muiris (Raider) and Zestoka (Valkyrie)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 0:08:27 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 sun was quickly sinking, the shadows growing longer. Muiris's normally soft roan coat looked almost black in the shadows, the dying sun bursting across his back in soft colors of reds and oranges. His soft markings looked crisp and sharp in this lighting, nearly glowing against dark skin. The stallion wore his usual attire; leather bracers for his front legs, his mother's dragon claw necklace, and a thin harness to hold the skull of a polar bear upon a thick pad of polar bear hide; which in turn held his war hammer, a gift for excelling in his rank. The old stone hammer sat neatly by his side, held by two small straps for easy access. It's stone head was simply carved, following down to a more intricate wooden handle. His hammer was his pride and joy. While fancy weapons were fun, there certainly wasnt anything like old trusty.
In addition to his usual, Muiris decided to pack along his back his green cloak, it's soft fabric trailing down his back and draping over his hindquarters. Its hoof was pulled far over the stallion's head, casting a shadow over his red-amber eyes. His brow was knitted together, gaze sharp. Since the attack from the Bloody Flanks, patrols had been doubled.. tripled, even, in certain areas. He knew he would not be sleeping tonight. Every moment he had to spare would be on patrols, and here he was to start, on The Warlord's Road.
To say Muiris was angry was quite the understatement. At first, the Bloody Flanks had been nothing but a fairy tale. They had been cast away, left to die in Onea's unforgiving land. When people mentioned them on the streets, there would be a soft chuckle that followed; but right under all their noses, right under Hira's nose, they had been rebuilding themselves. They had been getting stronger and stronger, just waiting for the right moment to attack.
And they had found it in a group of herders. The group Ezmeralda had been in.
Muiris was awfully protective, not only of his herd, but of his friends.. of those he loved. He had revenge deeply rooted in his heart, and nothing anyone could say would stop him from giving the enemy clan what they deserved. He would not kill them - no, not if he didnt have to - but he sure as hell was going to fight. He was going to fight, bring them down, let them see the damage they had caused...
The stallion sucked in a deep breath and snorted hard, his nostrils flaring wide as he tried to pull his mind from the dark thoughts that it liked to linger in. He had to be rational. He couldnt run on hatred or anger; Kaia herself had told him so.
Biting his tongue, he paused, his pronged hooves digging into the soft dirt of the road. He took time to pick apart the area with his eyes slowly, his ears swiveling at every sound. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, picking at the stallion's lazily braided mane and tied up tail, threatening to take his cloak with it. A small shiver ran through his coat as he pulled his cloak closer around him and turned his crown back to the road ahead.
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Post by savannauni on Dec 25, 2016 0:39:20 GMT -6
Zestoka moved silently down the road, she was in the forest section of it, headed to the mountain, where her home was. Her home was a simple log cabin, only two rooms, one served as a kitchen/living room/library, the other was her bed room. It overlooked a small lake that was usually frozen over. The thought of home made Zestoka suddenly feel desperate to be there. Ever since her Valkyrie troupe had rushed to the aid of the war-forge herders being attacked by members of the Bloody Flanks she had left this way, tired and sore. Those bastards had ambushed the herders, 'Spineless worms.' Zet thought to herself. They had put up a tough fight, that horse with the missing eye had been her opponent. He had left new scars on her skin and left her sides and front legs sore. The soreness showed through, she had a slight limp still. As she continue moving, her denim eyes scanning the forest, she couldn't shake off the feeling some other horse was near by. But she kept moving, she had to be home before the sun was done. There was no time to pause and admire the gorgeous scenery of the sun setting behind the mountains, spilling hues of blue, purple, and oranges into the sky. looking foreword again she picked the pace up into a slow trot. Her armor, she till wore, was rather silent. The only sound came from the gentle flutter of her wither cape, made of red silk. Her breast plate crafted from iron shined as the suns last rays touched it. She also wore her bracers and both of her golden jewelry pieces. The only gems she wore were blood red spiel. Soon the sun was almost gone. "shit." She grumbled aloud, now she was cantering, Zestoka just wanted to get home and have something strong to drink before sleeping. The last thing she had expected or wanted to run into was another horse. The grullo draft skidded to a stop as she saw the stallion and went still, her training kicking in. He hadn't spotted her yet, with out wind there was no way he could smell her until she got closer. He too looked like he had some destination in mind as well. She watched the dull green cloaked horse move along she did not recognize this stallion, and it seemed as if he did not want to be recognized wither. 'Bloody flank!' she thought bitterly, slowly her axe was drawn from its place and she waited, holding her breath. '..3..2..1' she counted down before letting out a bellow of rage as she attacked the stranger. She was not about to allow a bloody flank walk on this road any longer. {Word Count: 416 | Post 1}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:10:13 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 sound of a branch snapping caught the stallion's attention, his ears shifting in the direction of the sound, quickly followed by his gaze. His brow furrowed as he stared through the growing darkness, his touch slowly pulling his war hammer from its place against his side. Seconds passed, silence followed. He released a breath he didnt know he was holding.
Just as he was about to blame the noise on a deer or maybe a rabbit, the sound of a shouting war cry echoed through the trees. Hoof steps thundered toward him. Started birds from the tree above him shot out, shouting curses at the intruder. Muiris's head whipped around just in time to see a large form charging him, his hooves quick to move to get him out of the way of their swinging axe.
What the hell! He thought in surprise, whipping his hammer out and swinging it at the culprit. He had been lucky that his attacker had chosen to scream before attacking, alerting him of their presence, or else he feared his busy mind would have fallen victim to their swinging blade.
His teeth gritted together as his hooves slid to a stop, his pronged horseshoes pulling him in on the soft ground. He evaluated the situation quickly, amber eyes scanning his surroundings before landing back on the stranger. They could only be one of two things; a vagabond or a member of the Bloody Flanks. Either way, this stranger wasnt going to get away with attacking him. He was on guard; his duty was to protect.
Letting out a shout of his own, the stallion raged forward, his teeth snapping for skin as he charged again, his war hammer swinging for the target with enough force to crack a bone if it hit the right spot. |
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Post by savannauni on Dec 26, 2016 22:30:02 GMT -6
She was going to kill this stallion. She was going to kill him and string his body up near whatever Bloody Flank campsite was close by. Maybe she'd cut his head off first and toss it into camp to draw their attention to his body, that would be fun. Then she would go berserk and kill every last one of 'em. 'This one is experienced' Zestoka thought as she watched the bay roan reacted to her. He managed to jump out of the way of her axe fast enough, but she was not going to loose this fight. Her furry filled eyes locked with his for a single moment. As the strangers war hammer swung and hit Zestoka's shoulder, she winced and hissed from the pain. But not even that hit could slow her down now. "How dare you tread upon this path." Zet snarled at the stallion, the balls this horse, no this clan had was astounding. She snapped at the stallion once puling her top lip back, showing off her gleaming white teeth and the iron capped wolf teeth. As Muris let out his war cry the grullo mare prepared herself for his attack that was sure to follow. She twirled her axe once before launching herself off her muscular back legs. Her axe managed to slam into the strangers war hammer, stopping the critical blow, but she was so preoccupied with monitoring his weapon she left herself defenseless for his other attack. As his jaws clamped around her throat Zet reared up, taking him with her, and struck her front hooves out at him. { Word Count: 268 | Post 2}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 19:02:44 GMT -6
 His hammer reverberated in his grip as it hit its mark, landing with a thud on the mare's shoulder. He didnt want to kill this mare, but she was skilled. As each moment passed in their fight, it was looking more and more like he wouldnt be able to take her alive without putting himself in more risk than it was worth. She was talented for a mare, but maybe that was to be expected of the Bloody Flanks. They allowed their mares to be warriors, whereas that was a tough case here.. that was probably the only think he thought was admirable about the treacherous clan.
He was caught slightly off guard as she spoke; how dare he be on this path? His own War Lord's road? This made his blood boil, his nostrils flaring as he snorted and narrowed his eyes as she barred her teeth. "How dare I?" He raged as her axe slammed into the hilt of his hammer, once again sending vibrations through his grip. "How dare you!"
He noticed her attention was mostly on his weapon, giving him the opening he needed. He lunged for her throat, grasping it between his teeth just enough to cut off her air, but not enough to draw blood. Maybe if he weakened her, he would be able to take her back to the Stone Circle. However, he hadnt expected her to lash back so quickly. She reared up against him, lashing her front legs out and swinging at him with sharp hooves. They pounded against his chest, nearly knocking the breath out of him as the sliced at his skin.
He winced as skin tore from his chest, enough to make him loosen his grip and stumble away to regain his balance. His nare flared as he sucked in deep breaths, his dark amber eyes narrowing in a sharp glare in the mare's direction. Like a wolf on it's hunt, he held his hammer close to him, starting a slow circle around her. His studded hooves clopped across the hard packed dirt of the road, his head held low as he watched her carefully. WC: 358 | Post #3
NOTE: turning this in for AP at this point, can continue the rp if wanted |
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