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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2017 21:52:59 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 306: Traitors Among Us
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leader: Harper Participants: Damaris, Cassie, Bethel, Merrill, Corrine, Yvaine, Minerva 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'DPrompt:
Watching the sacrifice from a distance, you can still feel the general sense of tension surrounding it all. Looking around, you can tell that many around you are feeling the same way, concerned with the unknown reaction this could bring. As the sacrifice is swallowed up by the sea, you hold your breath for a moment, watching, waiting. What seems like an eternity passes before those gathered let out a collective sigh of relief, quiet chatter starting back up as equines turn to head back to the center of Inaria. However, that relief seems to have come all too soon as dark shadows over head bring to light your greatest fears. The Flight has returned, and they mean business. Gathering those closest to you, you make a break for it, heading towards the palace. Time of Day: Early Morning |
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Post by fynli on Jan 22, 2017 21:35:04 GMT -6
CASSANDRA
The only thing that the princess could describe what feeling was surging in her chest was pride. Pure, unadulterated, raw pride. Her eyes were round as she took in the sight before her, her breath bated as she watched the sacrifice stand beside the Divine. As he spoke of his gratitude and pride for the herd, Cassandra couldn't help but nod along to his words.
As the wings were ceremoniously cut, the princess had to pause for a moment, imagining herself in his place. She was here not long ago, right? The Divine had sliced her wings with that very blade, and she was sent into Cascade's waters to be reborn.
The thought made her shiver in delight, praying that the stallion would be treated with the same blessing. Her heart raced as his wings were cut and he fell gracefully, her excitement getting the best of her as she tapped her little hooves. She looked over at her sister, a joyful grin stretching across her muzzle as she regarded the other hippocampus. "That's what happened to me!" She giggled, ecstatic about the whole event. She nudged her sister affectionately before a dark shadow passing overhead caught her attention.
Raising her head, she squinted as dark figures flew over. They were most definitely pegasi... but had her father ordered an air show? As far as she knew, pegasi weren't allowed to fly during a sacrifice.
"Mother?" The princess called for Damaris, backing up slowly. A sense of dread washed over her as they grew closer- and then the explosions started.
Cassandra didn't have another moment to think before she swerved around and ran into Bethel, desperately trying to get back to her mother. She froze for a second as soon as she had reached Damaris' side, turning back to look wide eyed into the smoky fray. Her father was still there, as well as the Divine and her aunt. Her heart and gut simultaneously twisted at the thought of them being attacked and she screamed their names, hoping that they would hear her.
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Post by fallenraen on Jan 22, 2017 22:25:46 GMT -6
Yvaine
Yvaine, in all honesty, couldn’t put a hoof as to how she felt standing next to her parents and watching as the stallion who had volunteered himself for the sacrifice gave his speech. It was a relief to have her parents back home, as much as it was to almost have everyone that had been sent to Torrine for their own safety back where they belonged, and she was glad to be standing next to them and listening to them chat after the sacrifice had stepped over the edge. At the same time, though, it was also strange and nerve wracking.
She never knew how to take the sacrifices. They were an honor, she knew and understood as did the others in her family, but to watch someone’s wings be sliced from their body and then thrown into Cascade’s embrace where the horse chosen (or volunteered in the case current) followed? What if it were her own father? An ear twitched to the side in uncertainty as she looked at him, his lips moments before pressed into a serious line while he’d listened to her mother murmur softly about how brave it had been for someone to step up and go so peacefully after everything that had happened. Yvaine worried how he felt about the whole thing.
She let out a sigh, relaxing herself and stepping after her parents when they turned to move with the rest of the crowd that had begun to disperse with the conclusion of the ceremony. Her knees still felt a little weak, the aftermath of thoughts racing through her mind and imagining possibilities of riots raising up from the crowd, but everything had gone… well considering what could have been. She smiled at her mother turning her attention to her asking how she was. “I’m fine, mother,” she replied easily. She was. Nothing had gone wrong and everyone else in the crowd it seemed had to be thinking the same thing.
Maybe they’d all thought too soon. Voices began to rise, panic spilling, and Yvaine’s attention was brought up to the sky mentioned. Figures overheard? Her heart dropped when one moment she’d been looking at none other than pegasi flying in and the next everything around her began to be covered in smoke. Where were her parents?
She turned to where they had been just seconds before, she was sure, shouting their names lost in the sea of other voices calling for their own family or friends. Her heart began to race, echoing in her ears as she tried to step as delicately as she could among the other horses who had begun to fall into hysteria with narrowed eyes that tried to peer through the smoke as if that would help. Dear Cascade, what was going on?
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OOC: oh boy oh boy am I nervous please ignore any possible spelling mistakes I am so nervous and excited for this chapter RP ;; |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2017 22:56:10 GMT -6
Corrine
Cleric of the Healing Springs
So much had changed from where she was now. A few months before the pegasi were locked away in Torrine and now they were allowed to walk among them once more. It made her heart ache with delight, the herd was coming back together, there would be peace. They would heal from this, they all would grow from this. Yet as the ceremony for the sacrifice began, Corrine began to worry. Perhaps she should have stayed within her waters, yet here she was in her mobility cart, as she was unable to shift into equine form with ease. If something happened, well she would be a a lamb to the slaughter. Though Eve took the stage and it was odd, for once she called out for a volunteer.
Ears perked forwards at this, as this was something she had not heard of, but a voice called out a stallion and he requested to be the sacrifice. How admirable, she thought sincerely. Things were changing for the better, things could go back to how they were, and it could be smooth sailing from here on out. Or so Corrine had hoped, but they all had hit rock bottom so fast, surely there was only one way to go and that was up. As the ceremony continued one, Corrine found herself growing nervous ever since the last one, it seemed a bit taboo, things seemed a bit to quiet, but it all went without a hitch. The wings removed and the stallion swallowed up by the sea, the only sound seemed to be the waves lapping at the sides of the land. Every breath hitched in their throats, but nothing happened. Corrine sighed with relief, yes Talori would heal. She gave a small thanks to Cascade for allowing this to go smoothly.
A gasp awoke her from her, prayer and as she looked to saw not birds, but angels of death. Corrine's first concern was never herself though perhaps it should be. "Hurry you all must hide, find santurary." she shouted to those that seemed turned to stone. They would not budge. Corrine shook her head, eyes narrowing as the large draft hippocampus moved forwards heading towards the palace. Her mobility cart seemed to feel a bit rougher then normal, she felt ever bump and discomfort, but she had to move. "To the palace, move quickly I urge you." Corrine nudged those that she passed encouraging all to move forwards, to find a safe place. Corrine would not allow more lives to be taken by the flock. Refused. Determined eyes looked to the sky as the pegasi swarmed over head shouting and causing a fury to those below. Corrine wished a wave would come up and swallow them whole, if only. Corrine trudged forwards towards the safest place she could manage, the palace.
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Notes|| Feel free to have Corrine nudge someone as she moved along :"D She's slowly trying to get to safety lmao Also really hyped to be rping with you all <3
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 23, 2017 23:31:45 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post 1
It thrilled her. Really, it did, seeing the stallion so proud and tall, embracing his true nature, spreading his wings for the sacrificial slices that would sever the despicable limbs from his slender equine body. There was a kind of grace in the ritual words, the electric crackle in the air, and the joyous energy of the occasion. Minerva favored this holiday above all others. The cleansing of the Pegasi always made the brindle mare's heart leap in her chest. Just as so many others before him, this Pegasus would be given to the Wave Mother's sweet, tender embrace, to be born again as a revered horse of Minerva's own kind - the glorious Hippocampus. But perhaps that was getting a little too carried away. The mare made sure to keep her expression serene as she watched, careful not to give away how much she was moved by these proceedings. Years of watching the ceremonies had trained her. She knew how to appear calm, even while her heart fluttered at the possibilities that the stallion could be blessed with, as his body fell to the waves.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Minerva gazed up at the morning sky, her attention drawn there by the cry of the little one, the princess. Her eyes took in the sight of the....the pegasi? Minerva's mind could not comprehend what was happening for a moment, and she stared in dumb, awestruck silence, head tilted back as she glared with an intense degree of confusion into the morning sky. No one should be flying today. What in Cascade's name could--
The world exploded. Shocked, Minerva could do little but stare as the flock rained down fire upon them, carving painful gashes into the land, and aiming to attack those who stood, sitting targets, below.
It was Corrine that snapped her out of her daze; the draft mare pushed Minerva forward as she engaged the horses' attention, urging them to run. The initial shock set her legs to moving, so she wouldn't fall, and after that her brain picked up, urging her to gallop. As though lead by some instinct that could not be named, Minerva felt herself compared to run, scrambling after Corrine as the mare yelled that they should make their way to the palace. Silently, Minerva agreed, her mane and tail streaming behind her as she forged on. Somewhere, anywhere, had to be better than this. They had to get away from those damned Pegasi!
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 24, 2017 2:26:06 GMT -6
BethelI'm standing at the crossroads now
the fields of opportunity
I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm full of hope and full of fear
The filly stood close to her sister as the Solstice Sacrifice commenced, watching as Cassie jumped around, giddy as ever. "That's what happened to me!" Bethel couldn't help but smile as she beamed down at her sister. "That's right, and now you're with me!" She said excitedly, pressing her nose to the smaller filly's cheek as Cassandra nudged her.
The celebration was exciting as it always was, and though Bethel was a bit nervous about the whole thing after the winter solstice, she felt much better since Cassie had been born. Her little sister was proof that what they were doing was right. Looking about the crowd, she knew things weren't the same as last time. No one was screaming or threatening to kill anyone, and for once, she felt like she might actually be safe in her homeland again.
The feeling was a fleeting one, however, as dark winged figures flew in from the north, screaming battle cries as explosives rained down from the skies. Eyes wide with fear, Bethel turned quickly, running to Damaris's side with Cassie in tow. "Stay low and keep close to mother...." She whispered, remembering the last attack vividly. "We'll be ok, Cassie..." She said, trying to sound confident, though the quiver in her voice suggested otherwise.
Looking around at the choatic scene unfolding about her, Bethel heard one of the clerics mention heading to the palace. Yes..the palace...maybe they would be safer there. Bethel looked up to her mother and Harper who was nearby seeking confirmation. All she knew for sure was she wanted to get away from here as fast as her little legs would carry her.
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 24, 2017 15:03:10 GMT -6
Merrill | Empress
The day was peaceful, quiet, much like the stillness Merrill had become accustom to inside the Palace walls. An ocean breeze touched her muzzle, tasting of salt and clean earth like the pure sands that spread across the edge of Cascade's domain. It was a pleasant day, or one that should have been. Quietly the little Empress stood, dwarfed beside the Royal Family as they gathered to watch the Ceremony unfold. From her right, Merrill could hear the giggled whispers of princesses, Bethel and Cassandra; each little grin and laugh reminding her of her own age. But what was expected of her and what was were two things entirely and after a quick glance at Demarius, the filly returned her gaze to Eve and the stallion that stood before her. Blue eyes watched as the Divine pulled the blade from its sheath, listened to the cold slice of metal as it slide over the leather and out into the fresh air. Merrill wanted to look away, memories of the last Solstice flashing in her mind. She could see the child, just her age, standing there; blood trickling down her shoulders and legs. She had felt it, the blade as it touched the girls skin, seen herself in her hooves. And then the release as the filly jumped over the edge of the cliff and into the dark water below. The scene had bothered her for weeks afterward, her fear of the equine she was supposed to serve shattering her waking world. It had been Hawkeye that had finally come to her chambers, to settle the storm of confusion that plagued her mind. She now understood this was necessary, that this was tradition much like the slaves of Aodh were. A way of life? Maybe she could call it that but that still did not ease the churning of her belly as she now viewed the scarifies for a second time. Time. Is that what she would need to be conformable with this tradition? As the stallion stepped over the cliffs edge, Merrill released her breath; one she had not even relized she had been holding. For now, it was over and she had another six months to prepare for the next solstice to roll around. Suddenly, the ground shook nearly shaking the filly off her hooves. Again and again it came, loud bangs echoing against the cliffs and through the city. Smoke quickly filled the air followed by screams of horses all around her. The earth seemed to shift as they turned to run, a flurry of bodies flying past the small empress as she tried to move out of the way. Just as suddenly as the explosions, a body ran into her sending the girl flying to the dirt. Merrill tried to get up only to find hooves gliding over her head. 'Hawk..' she wanted to cry, find any sort of familiarity in the mad rush. "To the Palace-" the flurried words found her ears, enough to give her motivation to stand. Her leg hurt as she pressed forward, trying to run but ending in an awkward limp. If this place had taught her anything, it was to survive. |
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Post by fallenraen on Jan 24, 2017 23:05:19 GMT -6
Yvaine
'To the palace’. The words among others, so many others that were shouted or sobbed what was trying to be said among the dense and frantic crowd, spread like wildfire and reached the cleric’s ears. Of course! The palace would be safe. “To the palace!” she repeated, trying to lock away her own panic into a box that she placed within her chest. Get your head, she scolded herself. These horses need help. Mother and father will be fine. They always were. She took in a breath, as much as she could have without inhaling too much of the smoke that lingered around them all like a fog as they were none other than attacked.
Were they being attacked? She had no idea what was going on, no one could see far in front of them, and it was difficult to pick out one shout from one of a different kind. Worry pinched her heart, worry for others and her parents and if everyone was okay. Hopefully no one got too injured. Please, she prayed as she attempted to nudge others towards the direction many had seemed to turn to in order to run for the palace, please let no one be killed. Despite her prayers, though, she knew that not everyone would come away clean. With so many hooves, with so many bodies trying to leave the cliff as safely as any could, some would be trampled.
The children she worried for the most at the thought of others getting possibly trampled. Such little children in the herd who had attended the sacrifice. Would they be alright? Were they with their parents?
She, so caught up in thinking while her hooves had carried her and her nose had absently nudged others to go on further, didn’t notice when she bumped into someone. Feathers the other horse carried, alarmed, brushed against her and she nearly screamed in fright as she stumbled back. Was it one of them?! The Flight? She was pushed back forward by another horse, stepping right into - her father. Relief swelled up in her chest when the stallion in front of herself recognized her and was quick to shield her with one of his wings from another horse thundering past, Siro commenting how relieved he was to see her safe. She could see her mother, hidden under Siro’s other wing, duck away and embrace her before the three had to move on to avoid others.
“Everyone is saying to go to the palace,” Yvaine told them, her breath nearly lost. “We have to help the others.” Which, she knew, was both part of her father’s job and her own. The guardian nodded with a wish for his wife and child to be safe before he stepped away and she, with her mother, went to attempt to keep others calm and try to form a more orderly fashion to their destination. If she could help it, she would see to it that no one got hurt.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 27, 2017 15:13:39 GMT -6
Corrine
Eyes remained determind, though to say to hear the screams of others, their pitiful pleads was slowly breaking her heart. Damn them all, she thought bitterly as she lifted her head to gaze up at those to cowardly to get close to any of them. Corrine swore if one got close enough she would change take a hold of one of their wings and snap it. During her days in medical training she had learned the ways of wings and such fragile yet strong things they could be. Corrine although a healer, she held darkness in her heart towards those that have either done her wrong or those that do not deserve it. As of now, Corrine could only imagine execution of them. Let their bodies be buried so deep no god could find them. Yet anger would not solve a thing, Corrine thought to herself. "Calm it Corrine." she whispered to herself as she naturally talked to herself a bit.
Head lifted as she spotted Minerva following after. "Praise the WaveMother, you are unharmed." she spoke to the other cleric. "We must get as many horses to the palace as we can. We can worry about healing once them and ourselves are safe." she remarked as continued traveling forwards in her cart. As many knew of Corrine the one unable to change, though of course Corrine could, though her form he legs were crippled and would crumble, the pain was unbearable, but Cascade had granted her a chance at a second life in her hippocampus form. Corrine just liked to say she was close to Cascade in this form. Letting little to none know about her damnation. "Come everyone lets move, make haste." she called out once more. Damn the Flock. She thought bitterly to herself, she had no issue with pegasi in Talori, but these... these so called heroes... It made her stomach drop at the thought they thought this was helping. Shaking her head, ringlets of tights curl bounced along with her. The Palace, they just had to make it to the palace and they would be safe.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 28, 2017 16:42:42 GMT -6
Motherly instincts kicked into overdrive.
She knew nothing of what was happening, but she knew that it wasn’t good, and she knew that they had to get to safety.
Damaris’ first thought was the children. Protect them and run. Like a mother hen she swooped her two daughters up and forced them close to her side. Their safety was of the utmost importance to her. “Momma’s here, stay close,” Damaris spoke to her daughters. She was scared, yes, but she could not let them see it. She would be strong for them. She could feel their little bodies shake with fear and it hurt her heart. They were children, innocent and undeserving of harm.
With her own children at her side, Damaris then looked for the young empress. “Merrill!” She called out above the downpour of bombs.
She saw the young empress not too far ahead, and as she ushered her children to follow, the empress was swept off of her feet by a panicked spectator.
Again, those motherly instincts took over. Damaris was immediately at the empress’ side. “Empress Merrill,” she breath and gave the young pegasus a quick lookover. “Merrill, come with me. I will keep you safe, don’t you worry.” Her words offered a promise of protection.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 28, 2017 22:47:03 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post 2
As the mare scrambled to get her hooves beneath her, her mind swirled, racing at a thousand paces a second. Whatever twisted image of justice the Flock hoped to reign down upon the Talorians, Minerva did not wish to consider. Her ears were still ringing from the explosion, and her heart pounded as though it might fly from her chest as her legs pumped, leading the brindled mare towards the palace. Beside her, another cleric called out, bringing instruction to Minerva's ears. Corrine, that was the mare's name. Minerva remembered her from her studious years. Corrine was right that they must make haste; the longer the horses were outside, the more likely it was that one of them could be injured...or even killed.
To Minerva's right, Damaris swooped her children into the fray, dashing forward to save Empress Merril from the turmoil. It pained Minerva's heart to see the horses running with such terror; it pained her to see them struggling, holding on for the very thread of their lives. Anger boiled in the hippocampus's heart, but she shoved the feelings aside, her hooves slipping and sliding on the earth as she pushed on, despite burning muscles and gasping limbs.
"Everyone, stay together," the mare bellowed, her spines rattling as she struggled to keep up her pace, while simultaneously whirling left and right to see if everyone was making their way to the palace. "Please, stay together!"
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jan 28, 2017 23:00:05 GMT -6
Harper stared out from the crowd and out at the sacrifice, her expression was cold and emotionless. Memories from her mother and father were always recalled during these times. Her parents were open about the sacrifice ceremony with their children and were never afraid to recount tales from past ceremonies, the good and the bad.
The young mare had always had a disdain for the ceremony. 'Why would the Talori want to cut off such beautiful wings?' she always wondered to herself. She grew up quite smitten with the sheen and vivid colors of feathers. Oh to be able to just fly away from it all..
The deed was done and there was a long silence as everyone waited to see if the stunt would be pulled from the last ceremony. From her peripheral vision she could see the shadows from above gliding across the forms surrounding her and shortly after the ground was exploding around them. Gold eyes flittered as she looked for the empress within the panicking crowd. She rushed to Merrill, looking her over after witnessing her get pushed over. Harper offered assistance right after Damaris offered her protection.
She could hear those near to her yelling to head into the palace for shelter from the overhead threat. Quickly she turned back to the small empress, Harper had noticed her limp from getting knocked down. "Please, put your wing over my back Merrill, let me help you to safety in the palace with the others."
Looking to those around her and anyone willing to listen over the chaos, "Yes the palace! I know somewhere safe to hide. Please follow me!"
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 31, 2017 9:08:10 GMT -6
Merrill | Empress
It was times like these that made her truly feel her age. The chaos the surged around her, flying bodies in each direction. She could feel the tears swell in the corner's of her eyes, pushing down a hiccup of sobbing that so desperately wanted to get out. The swelling of her ankle made her leg feel like lead as she pulled it close to her fragile form, hiding it under a hug from her pale wings. And then they were there, the concubines, surrounding her from the frenzy.
Damaris was the first the appear, her daughters tucked saftly under her. The mares tall form towered over Merrill, a slight smile dancing on her cheek as a show of comfort but the worry in her eye's belying her true emotions. And then Harper appeared, their duel shadows shielding the filly's eyes from the crowds. Merrill did not know Harper well, aside from the fact that she was a concubine who was a regular in her wing of the palace. But he had always smiled at Merrill, a warm an genuine gesture that set her apart from the others.
A quick glance between the two mares made the Empress' decision easy. Damaris already had two foals to protect and Merrill could not risk making the mare she saw so much as a surrogate mother, burden herself with another. "Thank you," her voice cracked as the filly swallowed another wave of anxiety. Carefully, she stretched a pale wing over Harper's back, leaning as close to her as possible. The fact that the spotted mare was short made the awkward position easier on her unsteady legs; finally catching her balance before the group moved toward the Palace gates.
Merrill all but hopped the entire way there, the thought of how funny they must look crossing her mind several times amide the swirling worry of what was happening around them. As they passed through the palace gates, the filly sent Harper a questioning glance. A place to hide...? Of course a building so large and refined would have secrets. Passages and doors only a select few would know about. Merrill had not been there long enough to explore all the palace had to offer, not in the way she knew her home in New Valor. Still, she wondered what kind of place the mare meant to take them. Surely anywhere out of sight of these attackers would do.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 31, 2017 22:29:21 GMT -6
BethelI'm standing at the crossroads now
the fields of opportunity
I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm full of hope and full of fear
The filly screamed as another explosion tore into the ground nearby, sending all manner of rocks and debris flying. Her mother ushered Bethel and her sister beneath her large form, shielding them both from injury. “Momma’s here, stay close,” Damaris's voice reassured the princess and she nodded quickly, trying to be brave.
She followed closely as Damaris moved through the crowd to the Empress's side, offering her aid as Harper bent down to help the young pegasus up. She listened as the adults talked, calling to each other to keep moving and get to the palace. It was all so overwhelming. Then Harper's voice caught her attention."Yes the palace! I know somewhere safe to hide. Please follow me!"
Bethel glanced at her sister before following alongside her mother as they made their way towards the palace, a mix of concubines, clerics, and children. The filly hoped if these attackers did catch up with them, they would be merciful, as none of their group really posed much of a threat, at least not to her knowledge.
As the group entered the palace gates, Bethel let out a small sigh of relief. At least they had a chance now. Looking around briefly, she trotted over to Harper tilting her head a bit as she spoke. "So which way do we go now? Are you sure we'll be safe?" She asked, looking about the throne room. She'd lived in the palace her whole life and still didn't know many of it's secrets. She only hoped her papa had shown Harper someplace they would all be safe...
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Post by fynli on Jan 31, 2017 23:21:08 GMT -6
CASSANDRA
Everything was happening too fast for even Cassandra's quick mind to comprehend. It didn't help that the smoke in the air found its way into her lungs and clouded her vision. She was herded beside her sister under her mother, pressing against the other filly for comfort. It was the first time she ever felt raw fear, and she hated it.
Both were pushed along as Damaris headed towards the Empress. For the first time, Cassandra regarded the winged filly with suspicion instead of curiosity. Her green gaze raked across the Empress' crumpled form, many emotions running through the child's head. Sure, it would be easy to blame the current situation on Merrill but Cassie had no proof. No, she couldn't blame the other child at all, for she was in fact, a child.
Harper appeared and seemed to swoop up the Empress, then everything was a blur again as the group raced to the palace. Once inside, the familiarity of the throne room allowed Cassandra to wander from her mother's side. She pinned her ears back as Bethel went to Harper, following after her sullenly. She didn't like this, any of it. Her gaze followed her sister's, regarding the throne room with an air of nostalgia. She and her sister had played in here many times when it was empty before, but now the bareness of it all left her feeling strange.
Again, she didn't like this feeling.
To distract herself, the princess turned her gaze towards the rest of the mares that had followed, her sharp eyes regarding all of them. She didn't know them, and that fact bothered her. Two of them were hippocampi, which comforted her narcissistic heart for a brief moment. The common mare was in subject of question though. Cassandra bit her tongue, figuring that now wasn't the time to be interrogating her subjects.
At her sister's questions, she snorted in agreement, staring pointedly at Harper for an answer.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 2, 2017 15:37:00 GMT -6
 As your small group makes it into the throne room, another explosion shakes the palace at its very foundation. You hear a loud crack, followed by another rumble as some of the supports give way, falling in front of the door, blocking the palace from anyone else who may wish to enter...for the time being that is. Unfortunately as explosives continue to fall, there's no guarantee you will be safe just standing around the throne room. You must get moving again quickly. |
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Post by fallenraen on Feb 2, 2017 17:28:44 GMT -6
Yvaine
There had been others the pale cleric recognized in the crowd of too many horses to count. Two clerics she was sure she must have seen in the Temple before, one bound to a wheelchair and another with spines that had always intimidated Yvaine too much to speak much to her or to her at all, and then the concubine Damaris with her two children she ushered along her side. With one glance to her mother, a wordless exchange that she was going to see if she could help them, Yvaine picked her way towards them until she was beside Corrine. In the mayhem, it was the other cleric that brought her some comfort. She was alright despite everything. She wanted to ask if she was okay, she wanted to ask if everyone her gaze swept over in the small group was, but she knew her words would not reach over the shouts and screams of others all around them.
The bombs going off did little to help, her ears ringing and her heart pounding as she kept pace with them and tried to look over the Empress Merrill she had noticed yet another concubine of the Emperor had gone to help. What had happened to her? Worry ceased her heart, but then the other mare with Merrill had claimed she knew somewhere safe.
Would there be time to look over everyone more properly and temporarily amend any injuries until they could get better supplies? She glanced over her shoulder for her own mother, yet she was lost once more. She hoped she was still heading to the palace with those she had managed to calm down enough to follow her, her steps shaky as she entered the gates and accompanied the others to none other than the throne room. It was a terrifying place to be, she thought as her eyes wandered the large room. Normally it might have offered solace, something everyone in their herd needed desperately at the moment, but she could not shaky her uneasiness from the attack The Flock had launched.
She shivered, stopping to stand and listen when one of the fillies spoke up asking where they would all go. Would there be enough room? Would it be truly safe? Her own questions sat at the edge of her tongue as she looked to Harper, anxious.
And then the room shook. Her heart tripped over itself, her gaze flickering up and around for the source until the sound of something cracking echoed and she winced. The doors. Her heart dropped as the supports fell in front of it, her eyes widening. The rest of the herd was still out there!
“What do we do?” she asked, her voice a whisper gripped with fear as she turned to the concubines. They had children among them and no way to connect to the rest of the herd. “Where - where should we go? We have to move, don’t we? I don’t know if we can stay here.” Her voice wavered, her knees threatened to shake, but she tried to hold her head up high. There were children, she reminded herself. Any sign of fear from the adults might send them into a panic, though looking at them she wasn’t entirely sure if that could be true. They were all, for the most part, so quiet aside from the questions that had been asked. Would they be okay when all of this was over? Would any of them?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 3, 2017 20:15:51 GMT -6
Corrine
They had to keep moving, they had too. Yet with every cry and scream, with every crack and snap of a building crumbling it filled her with dread. There would be so many wounded and her heart proclaimed for her to stop, to go back. To get more survivors, but her legs wouldn't let her, she kept moving forwards, urging any to follow suit or find their own sanctuary. Eyes looked ahead, as she spotted the Empress and a few others she had recognized with the Emperor, but where was he? She thought to herself. Corrine nearly panicked when a figure followed suit of her and Minerva. The mare Yvaine made her sigh with relief seeing it as being a friend during this panicked times. "Thank the Wave Mother you are well." she remarked to Yvaine as she galloped on wards as best as she could trying to reach those that would know of a safe place.
Ears perked a bit as the one called Harper spoke of a safe place she knew, and Corrine was curious. Though Corrine nearly wanted to snort as the foals asked how she would ever know. Leave it to children to protest when danger was literally everywhere. She was ready to snap her mouth, to tell them little ones it was no time to be asking such questions. But there was no time. "Let's go." she ushered them all. Eyes glanced to the other cleric Minerva, wondering what the other mare thought of this secret hideaway. Corrine eyed the children, noting Merrill needing assistance to stand. If they had a chance to rest she would check that out. Corrine nodded to Demaris, thankful the mare was well. Perhaps she may have an idea of where to go as well incase. Once in the palace within the throne room, Corrine believed perhaps they were safe, but still no sign of the Emperor or the others and it made her stomach roll into knots. She thought of her Emperor, the Defender... and of course the Sage, Ry. A long time friend and she had prayed dearly he would have made it out alive, he was clever and calmed headed, while Corrine could be as reckless as a storm. A sigh escaped her lips, but it did not last long.
A large crack echoed in the throne room and all felt so very still until the pillars began to crumble and fall before them. Corrine was taking steps back hoping not particles would hit her or her cart. This was her only way to move, and it was in that moment she felt the heavy burden on her shoulders. If something was to happen where she could no longer get her cart to move, she could not dare to ask them all to assist her no... No she would remain where she has fallen and most likely drag herself to one of the pools of water in the palace. Gods be good it would not have to come to that. Ears flickered as a voice filled the silence for a moment. Yvaine spoke and Corrine felt terrible for the poor thing, caught between the cross fires of this nightmare. "Yes, we need to keep moving. If pillars are crumbling its best to move farther down." she remarked calmly. Corrine wouldn't allow panic to grasp her, to let her worry seep through and make others worry. Thank the gods she had some experience in her older age.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 11, 2017 8:52:12 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post 3
As the horses spilled into the throne room, Minerva mistakenly took a moment to believe that perhaps they had dodged the worst of the danger. Inside the building, she reasoned, they would be safe from the barrage of bombs outside, as well as the filth of the flock raining down from above. Just thinking about those savages made her stomach turn and her spines rattle angrily. How much damage would those pests cause? How many innocent Talorians would be murdered thanks to their horrific mindset? Minerva didn't know, nor did she think she would be able to find out until this hellish nightmare was over, but she at least hoped not to be among the dead when the time came.
Around her, fear and hurt radiated, it seemed from the very earth, and Minerva felt her heart race with a mixture of empathy and anger that the Flock had forced her friends to suffer so. Despite her convictions towards pegasi, she was a Cleric, and she knew there was much healing that needed to be done, if only to save the lives of the few that might make it. But she was not stupid enough to venture outside now; Cascade would have to protect those worthy enough to live, and Minerva could clean up later. For now, she wanted to glue herself to the floor, becoming as stationary as a marble statue.
Which, of course, she would not get to do. A deafening crack rumbled through the throne room, as the supports themselves began to crumble, threatening ominously to fall and crush all of those who made it inside. Minerva's green eyes were wide as she stared up at the spiderwebbing of cracks that appeared, faster and faster, destroying the structure of the throne room itself.
Corrine's words stuck out to her, and somehow penetrated the molasses that had become her brain, sparking in her the idea that they had to get going. Glancing over at Corrine, Minerva wondered what the other Cleric was thinking. With her cart, it could be very difficult to keep moving, and Minerva was sure the other mare already knew this. She noticed how calmly Corrine spoke, keeping the fears of all in the throne room at bay. It would be wise, if Minerva was going to help at all in this venture, to take a page from the older horse's book.
"Children, stay close to one of us," she begged, attempting to keep her voice calm as she made sure that Damaris and Harper had a tight watch on the children. Of course, they did, but there could not be too many eyes on the little ones in a time of peril. "We need to get far from here," Minerva agreed, turning to Corrine as she spoke. "Outside is far too dangerous; we just have to hope the rest of the structure will stay," she added, dropping her voice so the cracking in the walls covered her words from the little ones, she hoped. With a grim, but determined expression, Minerva turned towards the end of the room, ready to continue their search for safety.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Feb 11, 2017 13:38:35 GMT -6
"Come on, let's keep moving!" Harper shouted out to the little group as the throne room was starting to crack and crumble around them from the outside explosions. The mare carefully lead Merrill around any fallen debris with the others following behind them.
The group went to the other side of the throne room, opposite from the crumbled entrance, down a large hall and through a door entering into a parlor. The bombing was a little less threatening as they entered the room and Harper took the time to briefly explain her knowledge of the palace, despite living there only briefly being such a young concubine, "My family used to do maintenance on the palace so blue prints were always laying around our home." She paused and looked around, trying to find the secret entrance. "So I grew up seeing the inner workings of the palace."
Golden eyes spotted the door she was looking for, the side was poking out from behind a large curtain. Harper cocked her head to the side as she looked back to the group, "Do you expect a palace to not have secret passages for situations like these? Is the Emperor just supposed to sneak out the back door?" She grinned to herself, finding the mental image funny.
Another large explosion shook the palace and they could hear more of the large building crumbling somewhere outside from the room. Harper left Merrill standing where she was and quickly walked over to the door and pushed the curtain aside, revealing the door to the group. With all of her strength she was able to coax it open. "I don't think they're going to stop bombing any time soon so I'd suggest now is a good time to go in. Ya know.. before this room crumbles too." She motioned with her head to entrance and walked back to Merrill to help her again.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 14, 2017 19:13:39 GMT -6
BethelI'm standing at the crossroads now
the fields of opportunity
I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm full of hope and full of fear
Bethel stared, eyes wide as Harper revealed a secret passage way right there in the throne room. After thinking about it for a moment, she supposed it made sense, though having it have been right in front of her nose for eight years and never noticing it's existence frustrated the little filly.
Curiosity got the best of her though, and for a moment she even forgot about the terrors that had led them here in the first place. Trotting ahead, she poked her nose into the dimly lit hallway. It was just as ornate as the rest of the palace, just on a smaller scale. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings and a layer of dust seemed to coat every surface available, a testament to the passage's years of dormancy. Strange noises echoed from deep within the passages as the bombs continued to fall outside and it frighted the young filly.
Darting back to her Damaris, she looked up at the older mare for reassurance. What was down there? Was there some strange creature waiting to devour them? "Mama.... Is it safe?" She managed to mutter, looking up at her mother with her eyes wide, full of fear and questions. Her tiny legs shook as she dared to stare back into the dark tunnel.
Another rumble outside startled her once more as the foundations of the palace began to shake again. The adults were right, it wasn't safe here. They had to keep moving and this seemed like the only way... Inhaling deeply, Bethel stepped forward once more, this time falling in behind Harper and Merrill as the younger concubine led the way.
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Post by fallenraen on Feb 16, 2017 20:27:29 GMT -6
Yvaine ‘We just have to hope the rest of the structure will stay’. The words the cleric who had been at Corrine’s other side as the small group had made their way to and through the palace gates made unease settle in Yvaine’s stomach. If the rest of the structure did not stay, what could they do? They would be crushed if they were trapped. The mere thought of that alone was almost too much, Yvaine’s eyes slipping closed as she attempted to control her breathing and remain calm.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Though the bombs outside rained, surely the palace could and had to hold long enough for all of them to survive this ordeal and make it to safety. She worried for those outside, opening her eyes to the order of moving the concubine Harper gave and wordlessly following the others as her ears pinned against her head. They had no other choice but to trust Harper, stepping around what had fallen. Slowly, Yvaine’s ears flicked forward as it was explained that Harper’s family had worked in the palace and they’d stepped into what must have been the parlor. There was no time to sight-see what was usually off limit to the public, Yvaine’s attention to those around her.
It did make sense: a palace, any palace or simply a home where royalty would stay, had to have its exits. A back door? A corner of her mouth lifted at Harper’s own grin, wishing to see the humor that she did. It might have been funny if she wasn’t so nervous, she thought to herself. She shook the thought away with a shake of her head, focusing again as Harper revealed the secret passage they would all have to go through if they didn’t want to witness the room crumbling as well.
“Everyone, be careful.” Her words of caution were a whisper, her ears strained forward from the sound of distant echoing in the hallway before them. “We don’t want anyone to trip if we rush too fast,” she pointed out, watching one of the daughters of Damaris trot to the passageway before making it back to the concubine’s side to question if it was safe. Was it? She looked uncertainly first at Damaris before she glanced at Harper wondering the same thing. Not that there was much time to question. The rumbling from outside had Yvaine taking a step after the others again, unsure of where they were heading.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 16, 2017 22:57:43 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post 4
Minerva's green eyes widened as Harper revealed the secret passageway that might very well save their lives. It would make sense, of course, that the palace might have such a cris-crossing of secret tunnels. In case an attack were to take place...an attack just like the one they had survived only moments ago. Minerva's mind wandered to the safety of her Emperor; it was not an opportune time to have her mind on anything other than the task at hand, but she couldn't help to wonder how her leader was faring. If Hawkeye was injured...or worse. Minerva shuddered at the very idea.
At least the Empress was with them; that was something Minerva was thankful for. The group would be able to protect her. Minerva jumped, surprised as Yvaine's words jerked her out of her thoughts. The mare was making a good point; despite the damage that had been done to the throne room's supports, attempting to rush out of the room too quickly might only injure the group further. Of course, Minerva's instincts were to jump into the tunnel and run, but she heeded Yvaine's advice, stepping carefully into the passageway after Harper.
Whether the tunnel was safe or not, as Bethel had inquired, Minerva would rather take her chances in the passage than trapped in the throne room. "We'll all be all right if we stay together. Children, stay close to your guardians," she instructed the youngsters, trusting that they would do what was best to preserve their safety, as they had until this point. "Corrine, if you need help, all you need do is ask," Minerva stated, glancing at the other Cleric as she spoke. She did not wish to point out the mare's disability compared to the walking equines', but rather let the other Cleric know that she wouldn't be left behind.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 22, 2017 13:01:44 GMT -6
Corrine
It made sense for buildings to have secret passages, those of such high birth would have to worry about the worst of moments and how to prep for them. Though as Corrine watched Harper open the door, she felt herself swallow hard, it made her concern. Corrine was not some thing legged beauty on the sand, now she was a large mare, a large male using a mobility cart for herself. Oh gods have mercy she thought. Though she remained calm, her mind was a hurricane with thoughts. Ever since her mobility cart was made for her, it have way to her fear of tight spaces, of being trapped in, she was already trapped into this body, she couldn't imagine being trapped even more so.
Corrine watched with concerned eyes as she watched the children get into the passageway, and she shifted nervously on her front hooves. A soft sigh escaped her lips though she flickered her ears as Minerva spoke to her. "Thank you, truly." she remarked with a smile, though still even though she knew the mare was willing to help, it did not set her mind at ease. "I guess we should follow suit." she spoke. Though nervousness was settling in within her bones. Corrine took a step forwards, and could almost feel her knees going weak. Steady ole girl, she thought to herself. Biting her lower lip she moved forwards a bit, but paused enough to allow Minerva to go first, Corrine would tag along last, just incase, she thought to herself. She didnt want to block the way for anyone if something had happened.
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 24, 2017 19:17:08 GMT -6
Merrill | Empress
The filly's feather's ruffled as another explosion shook the ground, sending debris tumbling from the ceiling. It was just dust at first, followed quickly by little bits of stone and shell that held the walls together. But it did not take long for the supports to start shifting, making the walls sway with each passing boom and the columns tremble under the roof's mighty weight. And then it happened, a support breaking free from its stance and hitting the tiled floors with a shuttering thud. The impact made Merrill jump but Harper kept the empress securely at her side. Safe for now.
Quickly, the small group moved through the room and into the next where Harper began to reveal her true knowledge of the palace layout. With a graceful pull, the mare unveiled a secret door etched elaquintly into the frame of the wall. It sat there like a treasure, metaphorically shining like a prize won at the end of a game. But the choice ever remained, was it safe? To Merrill, it seemed the others were hesitant; quietly eyeing the passage as Harper again pushed the door open to reveal a now dark looking hallway. It was small, the ceiling of the passage low and narrow so it lay discreetly inside the walls with no one the wiser. Aside from those her age, the filly wondered if some of the others would fit; blue eye's momentarily coming to rest on Corrine, or rather, the mobility cart she carried.
It would have to, as there were few other options to escape. As if on que, another explosion shook the building sending tremors that gave the remaining columns an ominous tremble. Merrill flinched at the thought of being crushed under the palace roof. Defiantly not a way she wanted to go. But Harper's sudden presence at her side gave her little time to dwell on it. Their eye's met before the small Empress looked down at her ankle which still ached from her previous tumble and then back to the passage. She was unsure she would fit through there staying glued to Harper's side and even if she did, it would be uncomfortably tight. "I think..." a small grin was forced on her lips as she turned back to the mare. "I think I can make it on my own. I'll just follow behind you."
A quiet nod confirmed their understanding and quickly Merrill jumped in after the mare; teeth clenched tightly to the end of her tail.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Feb 25, 2017 14:29:42 GMT -6
It felt as though the world was falling apart. The attackers threw bomb after bomb, destroying centuries of history within seconds. It was her motherly instincts that kept Damaris pushing forward. The desire to protect those that could not protect themselves. She kept her children close and constantly looked to the others to ensure that none were left behind.
The palace ground shook with each explosion. Damaris worried how long the palace would hold up. Oh sure, it was a strong, fortified building, but these attackers were relentless. Then her mind went to Hawkeye and her three boys, and she prayed to Cascade that no harm would come to the emperor or her other children - she didn’t know if her heart could bear any loss.
Damaris wanted to question Harper’s knowledge of the secret passage way, something which she had not be aware of, but she knew that it was not the time to do so. Nor did she have the time to question how safe the tunnel was. She urged the children in.
“It will be safe. We all be safe - if we stick together. Stay close to me, darlings,” she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.
Damaris pressed her muzzle against Bethel and followed in after the filly.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Feb 25, 2017 22:51:41 GMT -6
The small group followed behind Harper, deeper and deeper into the grimy and poorly lit passage. The palace shook gently above them once again, this time the parlor they had left started crumbling. With a loud crack some of the ceiling came crashing down and successfully blocked their entrance way. The dark passage way became even darker with the light source from the parlor poorly filtering down the small hall. Harper continued trudging forward, there was no turning back now.
A faint glow was able to be seen in front of them after their eyes adjusted to the new dimmer passage. Harper called back to the group behind her, trying to reassure them. "I think that may be the exit up there, we've made it away from the bombing above ground." As the group got closer it appeared that it wasn't actually an exit, but a wider area that filtered into a few more passageways. Harper stood in the middle of the larger room looking at each passage, seemingly calm to any of those watching her for guidance to which passage to take. She turned back to the face the group, her expression devious.
The small paint mare's voice spoke clear and it was tinged with venom as she walked through the rag tag group of equines, brushing shoulders with some along the way until she was behind them and standing in front of the tunnel they just came out of. "Honestly, I didn't lead you down here to be safe from the flock."
She looked back again at the group behind her, a dangerous smile spread across her lips.
Equines of all shapes and sizes began appearing from out of the dark and their hiding places. Mayhem ensued as flock members began trying to grab the members of the group to take as prisoner. The young blood red paint stood unmoving, deviously smiling the entire time as the scene unfolded before her, finally fulfilling the mission her father bestowed upon her years ago.
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Post by fynli on Feb 26, 2017 9:50:38 GMT -6
CASSANDRA
The princess was quiet for once, her bright green eyes taking in everything around her like it was all brand new. In fact, it slightly was. It was like she was seeing the room and everyone in it in a new light. Her gaze was scrutinizing as she watched Harper reveal a secret door behind a curtain, a wave of emotions rushing over her. How come she had never knew about this? Cassandra was young, but as much as she had played with her sister in these halls, she was sure that she knew every nook and cranny of the palace. Now, she wasn't so sure what else the palace held from her.
Now wasn't the time to inquire about what other hidden treasures there were as the palace was rocked by the bombs still falling outside. Cassie curled her lip as Bethel trotted forward, her curiosity matching her sister's but fear kept her close to her mother's side. "I don't trust this," she whispered, her ears pinned back against her head.
It seemed that there was no other choice but to follow Harper as the rest of the group started moving. Cassandra grit her teeth and followed her sister, jerking forward and reaching out to nip Bethel's tail fins. She wanted to chide the other filly for following in so blindly but knew that now wasn't the right time. Some ears were definitely going to get chewed on when they were all out of this, starting with that concubine. In the dim light, Cassandra could make out the mare's form just ahead of them. She hadn't been able to gather enough information on Harper to make a formal opinion about her, but at the moment everything screamed suspicion. Suddenly the earth rocked again and a crash behind them startled the filly, making her shy and whip her head back to survey the damage. They were blocked in! Swallowing thickly, Cassandra had no choice but to keep trudging forward, keeping close to the comfort of her sister.
As Harper's voice echoed back, Cassandra almost allowed herself a breath of relief. Soon they'd be free from this suffocating tunnel and the filth of the underground. Yet, as the concubine began sliding her way towards the back of the group, she felt something was off. The mare's next words confirmed it. Cassie found her legs to be frozen as other horses started charging towards them, a scream stuck in her throat as she was shoved and pulled away from her mother and sister. She finally found her voice and cried out sharply, anger and fear fueling her body as she struggled against her captors as best as a child could. How dare they?!
"I am the princess, let go of me!" She cried shrilly, snapping her teeth at any flesh she could find. "I was reborn from a sacrifice, how dare you!!" Her gaze sought out the traitorous face of Harper, panic and pure rage coming over her. "HOW DARE YOU?!" Etiquette was lost as she was separated further from her family, her movements desperate as she tried to get back to the ones she loved. Words: 524
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Post by FaunaFawn on Feb 26, 2017 16:30:39 GMT -6
Corrine
Corrine sighed with relief as she seemed to fit well enough in the tunnels. It didnt allow her much wiggle room, but it sufficed. She fit and quite frankly that was all that mattered. Though a sense of uneasiness made its way to her heart, made her worry and wonder, did the Emperor and the others find such little nooks as this? In her heart she prayed that they did, that they were safe. Especially Ry, though she tried to not pick favoritism, but she could not help it. She had grown closed to the stallion, a friendship between them growing, yet she wanted more and wondered if she was alone in feeling such? No no no, she muttered to herself. No was not the time Corrine, she reminded herself. No was not the time at all, she had to stay focused, worry about herself for once.
It was hard to keep her thoughts onto this moment, she tagged along behind the group and was not able to see, until they all had reached the room. Corrine sighed a bit, feel the waves of relief wash over her. Finally free from the cramp space of the hallway, Corrine felt as if she could breath more easily. Though she watched as Harper moved, and her ears bent back a bit, an unsettling feeling made her stomach roll like waves to the shore. Making her breath hitch in her throat and suddenly the mare spoke. That traitor opened her mouth and there spilled all her secrets. It was her, it was her. Corrine narrowed her eyes angrily, was it her that was able to sneak the flock into the throne room in hopes to assassinate him and the others?
"You wretched being!" Corrine snarled, as she was compassionate to all. That was until someone snapped back, Corrine had no shame in snapping back. Yet before she could move the Flock filled in the room. Damn them all, she would break each of their wings, she thought to herself. Yet she could not pull her eyes off of Harper. Seeing her smile, the cruel unforgiving smile, Corrine vowed she would never forget that smile, Gods help that mare Corrine thought. For if she reached her, she had no shame in ringing her neck. The cries of one of the children snapped her back to the Flock. All though she was in cart, clearly deemed as easy prey did not mean she was of the sort. Corrine was not a little mare, no she was never graced as such. With a stomp of her hoof, she reared her cart back hitting a Flock member with it. "Don't hurt the children." she bellowed out. Hell, she'd take their pain, she'd take all of it. For children gods bless them were at no fault of this. Don't hurt, please don't hurt them. Corrine continued to try her best to fend of the Flock using her cart as weapon while snapping and ripping feathers and skin to any that got to close. Eyes looked to her companions and her heart was breaking, gods what is happening?
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 27, 2017 13:01:30 GMT -6
Merrill | Empress
Strands of Harper's tail remained firmly in Merrill's jaws, allowing the mare to lead her through the ever darkening hallway. The rumbles outside refused to stop, sending tremors echoing through the ground as the small group walked in silence. When the passage finally opened up, the filly breathed a small sight of relief, allowing the threads to slip from her grip. The hidden room reflected some kind of light, of which the child could not tell the source, allowing them to see the many passage options that encircled them. The corridors must have lead to different places within the palace, each holding their own questions and secrets within them.
But them Merrill heard it, an odd noise like a hoofstep within the darkness. Her head turned to find Harper in the back of the group, a look of betrayal slapped across her face. He was blocking their exit. It all came together then and before Merrill had time to think more bodies flew from the darkness. They landed on the group quickly, tackling each to the ground with sheer force the filly could almost flinch at the noise. Then she too, found herself pressed against the cold stone floor, the weight of a grown horse pinning her down and she struggled to stand up. Small leg's kicked hard, hoping to catch something of the stallion that seemed too cocky to pay her efforts much mind. She managed a light blow to his hock, enough to hear him swear as he jumped from the contact but not nearly enough to stop him.
Merrill could hear the screams of the others, Cassanda's words crying out as she fought just as hard. Merrill tried to imagine the princess fighting back, hoping her fiesty nature would fuel her own drive to escape this place which had now betrayed her. But the stallion that held her down was too strong and as her wings were pushed into the ground, knots forming in her slender shoulder, Merrill all but gave up. Blue eye's found Harper again, as she stood smuggly at the room's entrance, waiting and hoping the mare would turn to look at her.
"Why?!" Merrill could feel the tear as they welled in the corner of her eyes, burring the edge of her vision. Her voice cracked with shame at the thought of having so blindly given her trust to the mare. "I trusted you..."
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