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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2017 21:54:20 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 304: A Wild Escape
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leader: Sven Participants: Kalakara, Moree, Kenneth, Passoa, Vaena, Cygnet, Ellana, Taishen 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:
As the sacrificial pegasus leaps from the cliff, you let out a mild sigh of relief. The entire ceremony went off without the anger or animosity that was such an intrinsic part of the last one. You start to think that maybe things are actually looking up for the herd once more. Your thoughts are cut short though as a small explosion goes off nearby and you’re hit by some of the debris. Cries of pain and fear catch your attention as chaos begins to overtake the herd once more. For a moment you wonder if it’s a small group of extremists again, but as you look skyward, you quickly realize that isn’t the case. As an entire flock of pegasi roll in from the north, you gather a small group together, preparing to fight your way to safety. Time of Day: Early Morning |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 22, 2017 22:12:16 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 1
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 1
The golden hippocampus's eyes watched as the Pegaus drifted down, down, down, to be followed by the ravenous sea below. Despite her age, all of fifteen tender years, the mare had never before seen a sacrifice. It was only thanks to the aging potions given to her by her parents that the palomino appaloosa had gained her years, and her mind was still relatively blank as far as cultural memories went. It was odd, she thought, how tense the creatures around her stood. Even her mother, stoically standing to her side, wore a concerned expression. From what she had gleaned at home, Moree guessed that the horses were upset due to the previous sacrifice, where a child had been the chosen victim. It was the reason the golden horse had been born in confinement, within the walls of Torrine. But today, it seemed as though the Goddess would favor them all. Perhaps nothing could go wrong.
But, as if in slow motion, the day crumbled. At first, all Mo saw were flecks against the dark sky. But they steadily drew closer.
"Mama, what's that?" she asked, nosing to the sky.
Kali's eyes flicked towards the sky, her gaze landing upon the horses....horses? Indeed, she found herself gazing at the sky, where pegasi were clearly painted against the morning light. A look of concern crossed the overo's bald face as she stared into the sky.
"What in the..." she murmured. Her sentiment was cut off suddenly, as an explosion rocked the land, sending the black and white mare to her knees.
A clod of earth slammed into Moree's side, and the cleric let out a sharp yelp of pain, almost falling into her mother's side. Stumbling to her feet, she stared around wildly. The child was just that, a child. She had her training, and she had the maturity of an adult, but she had never faced the harshness of battle, and she feared the sudden explosions that surrounded them.
"RUN!" Kali screamed, struggling to her hooves. There were so many horses. So much fear. What were they to do?
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 23, 2017 6:48:39 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven watched as the pegasus leaped from the cliff, following their severed wings into the cold water below. It was a grave thing to watch, to imagine that the pegasus had friends and a family that were also watching this ritual... but perhaps Cascade would take pity on them and give them fins and gills in another life. The paint stallion turned his head to look at the dark mare beside him just as the pegasus had fallen, hoping to provide some shelter for her if she chose not to watch the sacrifice plummet to their death. He stood close enough beside her that he felt her side lean against his own but far enough away not to warrant unwanted stares. The last thing that he wanted was to get them both arrested for public 'indecency'.
Sven stomached turned slightly in the silence that followed the drop. During the last sacrifice, the extremists had rained down on them, wrecking havoc and destroying half of Aquore. His teeth ground together at the thought of them attacking again. What would he do now with Passoa at his side? Last time he had stayed and fought but now, he had another life other than his own that he worried for.
The weight of the teardrop necklace around his neck that had grown to be a familiar comfort seemed to remind him of his quest into the Wilds. If anything happened in Aquore, he had shelter. He could only pray that Cascade would allow him to bring more than just himself.
Just as it seemed that nothing was amiss and the sacrifice would come to a peaceful ending, it all seemed to backfire. There was an explosion behind him, giving him just enough time to close his eyes and shield Passoa from the blast the best that he could. A grunt of pain escaped him as a large piece of debris hit his side.
As the dust settled, Sven's eyes sought the sky, and the sight before him was one of horror: the sky was filled with pegasi. The Entertainer felt his heart rise to his throat, and he nudged Passoa to move. They needed to get out of here as fast as they could. They needed to get to the safe haven Cascade had led him to weeks ago. "Come on! We need to run!" Sven shouted and ignored the pain in his side as he forced his hooves into a gallop, trying not to lose Passoa in the terrified crowd that swarmed around them.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 23, 2017 9:45:33 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She couldn't even remember the last time she had witnessed the sacrifice. She probably was pretty young back than, barely hitting the age of fifteen. Why the Cleric mare had found it so important to teach the youngster she had never understood, as she was one of the foals who was completely set off by the whole ordeal. How could one decide a Pegasus needed to be sacrificed? For what cause? It was one of the things that had sparked the rebellion inside of her, more so than anything else. The thought of her mother being a Pegasus, and her being sacrificed in her dreams if she had still been with her, was horrifying. Maybe one needed to be religious to get it, because she certainly didn't.
Still she was there, at his side, watching the solstice ceremony unfold before her eyes. She had brought her cloak as a piece of comfort, as if the piece of cloth would make her more fit in with the equine she felt so distanced from. Gods, she even questioned why she had come to watch the ceremony, but as she breathed and could almost feel Sven's sides touching hers, she knew why she was here. As the Pegasus stopped it's speech and the sword was lifted to cut the wings clean from it's back she turned her head away slightly, her golden gaze watching Sven's painted pelt beside her instead. Her eyes found his as he turned his head to look at her and a small smile painted on her face. It was clear from her expression that she didn't quite feel at home in the big crowd, nor with the ceremony performed before them, but in her golden eyes was a certain ease when his gaze found hers. As long as he was by her side, she would be okay.
That was until there fell a tense silence that could have felt peaceful, if it hadn't been disturbed by a loud BAM! Her head shot up, her ears pinned back as smoke clouded her vision. Before she could blink and comprehend what was happening around them Sven moved his body around hers and shielded her away from the explosion. She felt small pieces of debris hit her legs and her big bunch of curly mane, but nothing hurt her badly, not more than the shock that trembled through her body. Above all the chaos that erupted around them she heard the painful groan from in front of her, and a hit of worry washed over her. She coughed as the smoke slowly cleared around them, finally giving the vision back to her eyes. ''Sven, are you okay?'' she managed, a slight tremble to her voice from the adrenaline that shot through her veins.
It was only than she noticed his gaze up to the sky, and the shadows that fell upon the crowd. Pegasi. The whole sky was clouded with Pegasi. They were in trouble. They had to get out of here. The hasty nudge of Sven's touch brought her straight back to the chaos of a reality around them. She nodded to his words and followed in his footsteps as soon as he moved, staying as close to him as she could. She read terror and panic on the faces around them as they tried to get through the crowd, some horses more heavily wounded than others. But they couldn't stay. She couldn't loose him. They had to get out of here before hell really went down.
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Post by swaggalatte on Jan 23, 2017 23:57:28 GMT -6
Kenneth | Agriculturalist
Half a year had passed since the dreadful events of the previous sacrifice. So much had happened in that time, that Kenneth questioned whether or not his heart could take another incursion from rebellious equines. He had been to healers and medics several times in the past few months, checking up on the lightning injury on his chest. His heart had been weakened from the blast. His wife, Isabelle, had begged him to switch careers or just retire completely, but Kenneth relented. To soothe her worries, he had been staying closer to home when he needed to go out, and always had checkups. It was tedious, but he did not want her to worry about him.
As he stood among the other Talorians, listening and watching as the pegasus spoke, Kenneth could feel the teardrop pendant heavily against his neck. Ever since his journey into the Wilds, he had not removed it from his person. It was always with him, just as the idol of Cascade was. Their presence comforted and grounded him during times of duress.
Kenneth held his breath as the pegasus walked to the edge of the cliff, his body disappearing from the edge into the depths below. No outbursts from the crowd, and no attacks. At least at first.
Whipping his head towards the sound of an explosion, he struggled to take in what was happening. Chunks of stone and wood flew at him and nearly knocked him off his hooves. He moved quickly to shield Isabelle, turning his head to her.
"Run home, quickly! Do not stop for anything, and do not look back," he instructed, knowing that he did not have time for formalities of potential last goodbyes. He could tell that she did not want to leave him, but with a shove of his nose, Kenneth sent her off. He stared after her for only a moment, then turned back to the chaos. Where did this come from?
He took in the crowd around him, trying to find either a familiar face or a suspicious one. Nearby he spotted Sven, a small grin coming to his face. He had appeared several times during the past six months, and almost wondered if there was something that Cascade had in store for the both of them. The paint stallion was focused on something above them. Following his eyes, Kenneth looked up, spotting the figures of pegasi. Again with these bastards, Kenneth thought, his ears pinning back as he raised his head.
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 24, 2017 12:08:38 GMT -6
The light shines from her face as if she'd glossed her skin with oil like her aunt used to do, but of course she hasn't. It's been months since that fated expedition, and months since her heart was calm. Today is not the first day of calm ing, but it is one of the first, and it is special to her. When they opened the gates of that wretched camp, Væna wept. She huddled in the rear of The Pink Lady's larder, always well stocked but lately not-so-well stocked if only because of its proprietor's overwhelming depression and anxiety. She wept to think of her friend, Farsight, who for so long had been like a brother to her, then imprisoned; now free. She wept for his sacrifice and for the sacrifices of the others who'd spent their days shut away from friends and family to prove their allegiance to a herd which feared them. She wept for the show of faith from her Emperor and his Righteous Government even after the attacks on that camp which had resulted in loss of life -- both to the Reaper, and to the terrorists' wicked agenda. Now in the sunlight she wept joyous tears for the return of peace and normalcy. Mother-of-pearl cuffs encircled the bases of her horn, glittering in the sunlight and reflecting a whole host of colors. Then, too, around the lower base of her horn, Væna had wound the delicate gold chain on which was strung the tear-shaped pearl she'd found on her adventure some months ago. The tawny mare considered the item holy, and hadn't let it out of her sight since the day she received it. But it was bloody now. Væna opened her eyes and saw the world at right-angles, and heard a ringing in her ears, and realized all at once that she was lying down. In public? Lying down? On the street? Her vision clouded red and as the sounds of a crowd in panic trickled slowly down into her ears. The truth of it came back just as slowly, but when it hit, so did the adrenaline. They're here.Væna's face was awash in blood, and it hurt. She'd been struck square on by some sort of debris from -- from -- From a blast of some sort, and now she lurched to her feet, conscious of the hazards of lying immobile in the way of a stampede. She had no one. She'd come alone, not even telling her siblings in Inaria that she was making the visit up from their little provincial hometown. There were no faces in this crowd, and certainly no faces she recognized -- only bodies. Only -- Bodies.It was the spots that caught her eye, and the size of their bearer. She'd seen that one before; of that she was certain. She remembered how strong he'd been on the Holy Path, and how easily following his leadership came to her. In this labyrinthine city, his was the route she would choose. Staggering, Væna tried her best to make her way to him, but she could not call for him for she did not know his name -- And then, all of a sudden, it did not matter, because as she drew close to him in the chaos, the chaos drew close to her. A crushing impact hit the little mare side-on, launching her into the spotted stallion with a force which robbed her lungs of dearly-needed breath. Once more, the world was all at right-angles to her. And it was full of Kenneth's spots. words: 599 tags: BlueUnicornJ13 , Kelpie-River , fediarwoods , Jennycallie , @swaggalette, astrumnauta , @manfrieds notes: ❤ |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 26, 2017 17:08:05 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
He had, on some pessimistic and brooding level, been expecting this, but then then, expectations never quite lived up to reality. There was a very big difference between worrying that something might go wrong, in order to puff up his own arguments, soothe his ruffled tempter- and watching as everything slid sideways, in bursts of colour and noise and thick, tangible terror.
Taishen shouldn’t have been here at all, if you’d have asked him. Of course, nobody had; he had simply been assigned to crowd duty, to keep the assembled equines safe. It wasn’t that Taishen didn’t care about the safety of his herd- but he was supposed to be the Divine’s Guardian. He should be at her side, guarding her from interference as she enacted her duty to the herd. That was how Taishen was supposed to serve and protect his herd. But, oh, “she had enough guards, he was needed on the ground, blah blah-”
And so reality found Taishen just about blasted off his hooves as he turned from broody contemplation of the sacrificial waters and looked up into utter chaos.
Staggering, the Guardian squinted his eyes against the onslaught of debris and wind. The crowd surged and shouted around him, and he blinked as a light coloured unicorn barreled past him, slamming into-
“Kenneth,” Taishen shouted over the noise, recognizing the appaloosa. They had fought together before, when a riot had erupted after the last sacrifice. The stallion had been injured then, and bore the scars still. Taishen himself still sported a puckered scar across his spine, a memento of another battle, when the Pegasi extremists had dared to attack Torrine. The wound no longer actively pained him; he hoped the same could be said for the Agriculturist.
“Get out of here,” Taishen shouted, a flick of his telekinesis helping to steady the unicorn mare who’d collided with Kenneth. “Get everyone you can out, I’ve got to-” Taishen broke off, as wings darkened the sky above him, a pegasus landing heavily between Tai and his goal, the cliff where even now he can see chaos as more pegasi land, obscuring his view of Eve and the others.
Snarling, Taishen leaped forwards, dodging a wing and slamming the pegasus hard, driving it back, away from Vaena, Kenneth, and several others Tai hadn’t yet identified- but all surely civilians.
“GO!” Tai roared at them, even as teeth raked down his neck, wings obscuring and confusing his vision. Gods but he hated fighting pegasi.
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Post by astrumnauta on Jan 27, 2017 7:05:23 GMT -6
Cygnet
| Talori Brewer | Post One | Cygnet watched from afar as the Pegasus who had willingly given himself to Cascade, went over the edge of the cliff, the silence that followed was haunting. She had flinched as his wings were removed, and closed her eyes for a moment but she hoped he would be blessed in the image of the sea-mother in another life.
Cygnet felt the familiar lump rise in her throat as she did with every sacrifice, 6 months since the last one where they had been attacked and Cygnet could feel her stomach rolling uneasily. Her ear flicked towards a child who asked her mother something and Cyg just happened to look up.
"Sweet heavens"
She said softly as she watched the pegasus descend, what fresh hell were they in for now then an explosion, then darkness and then warmth.
Cygnet grumbled to herself and stood assessing each limb as she went and rubbing her face oh her leg leaving bloody streaks, one large wound to her face that was now lazily dripping blood down her face, glorious. She thought numbly, other than that she was fine and off she went in search for others to help.
It wasn't long before she stumbled across a few familiar faces;, Kenneth, Sven and Væna. She moved over to them urgently trying to force a path through the struggling equines, she stopped in front of Væna using her body to shield some of the equines away from her ad dropped her head to the little mare
"Come on you, you're no use down there, let's get you up shall we?"
She nudged the mare ever so gently, shot her a friendly smile and allowed no panic to rise in her voice, she was focused on getting Væna to her feet then she would worry about the Pegasus problem.
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Post by solasweiner on Jan 27, 2017 7:25:22 GMT -6
ELLANA This would be Ellana's first sacrifice.
From what she'd read, she expected the chosen to be among the peaceful, grateful Pegasi. Devout and accepting of their demise, of their meeting with Cascade. She was right on that count. What Ellana had not expected, was the subtle violence of it. At least that was the closest word to describe seeing one's own limbs being sawed off and falling to the ground. From where she was standing she could see the bone and flesh of the wing and wondered how much it hurt. It certainly made her stomach turn - Ellana thought it wouldn't have been necessary for a volunteer to be disfigured.
At least the sacrifice seemed alright, and she could stare at their hooves instead of the blood just starting to drip down from the wound. They leaped before she could start to feel sick. Everyone tensed around her, to Ellana's prickling anxiety. She'd heard of what happened last time - saw the riots, even. Saw her flowers near the wall to her garden be set alight. It was only by her master's bravery that they'd been put out before the fire spread to the house.
He stood near to her, expression unreadable. The children hadn't come, of course, they were too young. Ellana felt that maybe she was too young to see that. It was disturbing to say the least, but that part was over soon. She stopped thinking about it as soon as everyone's calm dissolved into panic with the explosion. It was near enough that Ellana was knocked slightly, debris flying over her head and hitting spectators around her. She turned to find her lady only to see they'd fled with the tide and left her alone.
A crush soon ensued, pushing Ellana down the cliff away from the divine and others still upon it. She turned back and almost screamed in fright - they were being attacked. By Pegasi. Many of them, biting and flapping, feathers flying laced with blood.
She saw an opening in the bodies and ran for it in a blind rush, tripping after a few strides and badly scraping her knees. Ellana looked up to find several horses banding together near a Guardian, who was yelling orders, none of which Ellana heard in her terror, soon intensifying and he dueled with a huge Pegasus. Ellana whimpered and back away as fast as her short legs would go, often locking beneath her in a fear fueled stupor.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 27, 2017 19:10:06 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven's heart hammered inside of his chest, nearly stopping every time he heard the thud of a pegasus as they landed within the crowd. They seemed to be everywhere, and they fell from the sky like some kind of terrible storm. His mind drifted to the first time these extremists had attacked and cringed as he felt the memory of the searing pain that he had when he had been given the wound that now scarred his back. His olive green eyes flickered toward Passoa, checking to make sure that she was still by his side. He had thought that she would be safe with him, but now, it seemed no place was safe.
He had appreciated her saying yes to him about coming to the Solstice ceremony so much, know very well that she wasn't exactly very religious and didn't like unnecessary violence. Yet she had come to support him and be with him, and now, he had put her in danger. It was his fault that she was there in the first place, and his heart felt heavy with guilt, but he wouldn't let his emotions prevent him from getting her to safety along with anyone else he could manage to take in their mayhem. "We need to get to the ruins that I talked to you about! I know it seems weird but... you have to trust me." Sven shouted over the chaos to Passoa, his green eyes turning to her to study her expression.
It was then that Sven spotted a familiar spotted coat, Kenneth, and alongside him was the dainty mare, Vaena, both of whom Cascade had called with him to the ruins in the jungle. Before Sven got the chance to call out to them, however, another bomb detonated, shaking the ground and creating another cloud of dust that swallowed the two equine. The young stallion was pushed away from the explosion and his companions by the frantic crowd, preventing him from coming to their aide. 'Oh Cascade, please let them be safe.' He prayed, biting his lip as he pushed onward. During his lapse of concentration on where he was going, Sven nearly collided with two horses: a mother and her foal, but Sven managed to barely miss them by jumping to the side and running into someone else. His eyes darted to a familiar side street that would create the perfect escape route to the jungle so that they could start heading toward the ruins, but Sven couldn't just leave these two behind. They reminded him of his own mother and young siblings, and Sven knew that somewhere out there they had family that would want to see them safe.
With a sigh, Sven turned to the black overo mare, tilting his head toward the alley. "Come with us! We're going to someplace safe." He probably sounded like a weirdo, and he wasn't sure if the mother would trust him enough to actually follow, but it was worth a shot to save both of their lives. There was no way that little foal would be able to keep up or not be trampled by the horses that stampeded through the streets as they frantically searched for a way out.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 28, 2017 23:33:27 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 2
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 2
The world fragmented at crazy angles. Fear spiked down Moree's spine as she struggled to keep herself upright, colliding with her mother's side as the black overo slid to a momentary halt, before bolting forward in an awkward half-leap, head whipping back and forth as she searched for those who had been gathered around her before the explosion. All around Kali, horses streamed together, fear bringing them closer than they had been all morning. These horses, some she knew personally, like Passoa, and some she knew only from vague impressions, but she yearned for all of them to remain safe. Of course, Moree was her first concern, but the black overo felt the familiar tug of responsibility that had become to friendly within her mind during her time in Torrine. Moree might be her blood child, but these other horses were family too, thanks to the pressure of the situation.
Skittering, scraping and rolling down the cliffside, Moree twisted as she attempted to survive the pel-mel race towards safety. As she headed down the incline with the others, one of her hooves became lodged in a crack in the earth, and her body somersaulted through the air, until she landed with a painful jerk on her heels. Springing to her feet, the mare lunged forward, only to stop short. Moree's rear leg lifted off the ground as she attempted to move forward. Sudden, sharp pains through her leg made the mare let out the tiniest whinny, wincing. The helter-skelter run had ended in her pulling something in her leg, and heat already flooded through the injured limb. "What's going on?" the Palomino cleric demanded, holding her left hind hock high as she attempted to find out what was happening. All the noise, the fear, the movement swirled around her, creating a mess that the Cleric found hard to understand. All she knew for sure was that she smelled blood and fear on the air. Horses were hurting, she among them, and they needed help. But first, they needed safety.
Beside her daughter, Kali barely missed being hit by the stallion, Sven, who only avoided her by running into one of the others. "Follow him, Mo!" Kali screamed, nudging the injured mare forward, fear for her safety outweighing concern for her pain, as the black overo attempted to lead her offspring to safety.
Grunting, Moree hopped along, forcing herself into a pained run as she followed the brown and white stallion, flanked by her mother and the flood of other horses. She could deal with her sprain later. Right now, this was a matter of life and death. Rainbow streaks of mane whipping like flags, the mare forced herself forward, taking after her mother's lead by glancing around to make sure the others were keeping up. Maybe, just maybe, if Cascade was with them, they'd all survive this mess. Now, they could only hope.
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 30, 2017 9:23:04 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Every time her hooves hit the cobble stones beneath them, she felt them shift, trying desperately to find a hold on her footing. Her attention was solely focussed on Sven's painted hindquarters, but even so she couldn't help her gaze from darting back and forward over the crowd. There were so many horses, all of them afraid and in utter panic, so many not knowing where they had to go. It was for the first time she realized that she was one of them. Now, she wasn't on the sideline. She wasn't the intermediary. She was one of them. And currently just as afraid for her life and for Sven's, as others were for theirs.
Her muscles contracted and she lunged forward again into a gallop to close the distance to Sven. Her golden eyes found his green ones as he looked over to her, his words reaching her ears through the noise of the chaos around them. She knew about the ruins, he had told her about them. She had been a bit wary at first, how could one be led by a God to a destination so hidden in the Wilds? So many questions had lingered in her mind since than, but she believed him. She trusted him. And if he thought they would be safe out there, than she would do anything to get there with him.
She turned her ears around, but all she could hear were the screams, the screams of utter panic, the desperate calling for loved ones, and the constant thump of landing hooves of Pegasi. All that screamed through her mind was to get out of here.
''I trust you,'' she shouted back. It were blurred words, especially in the violent noise around them, but for her they mend the world. He was everything to her, and she knew he would do anything to keep her safe. A small smile curled up a corner of her lips before he turned and followed in their path out of this mayhem. Just as she pushed her legs back into movement and jumped forward, the gap between them filled with a thud of hooves, and two massive wings that seemed to spread out of nowhere. She couldn't stop, her hooves already into motion and loose from the ground. She tried to avoid colliding into him, but before she could she ramped into one of his wings. She groaned with the strike her head took, her mind turning in circles, just like her vision did. It took her a few seconds to recover -- but she had no time. She had to get out of here, she didn't want to get stuck in this fight. She had to get to Sven, she had to stay with him.
With her fuzzy ears pushed against her neck, she bared her teeth and bit forward in the length of his wings and pulled out a good mouthful of his feathers. He pulled his wing back with a loud grumble of pain and when he did, she found the gap she needed and lunged forward, away from the dark Pegasus. Passoa hadn't noticed the crossbow he had been holding. All her mind could think off, and her golden eyes were so desperately searching for, was Sven's painted pelt. It was just stupid luck that she slightly rearranged her course to not jump into another equine, that made her dodge his arrow. It creased past her shoulder and carved a deep cut into her skin. She bit her teeth together, but couldn't help but let a painful groan escape her lips.
She had no time to stay, or to see what damage he had done. The smoke of another explosion cut off her vision, yet she bolted forward into the thick curtain of smoke. She couldn't see, but she was sure the Pegasus she bumped into earlier couldn't see her either. Blood gushed out of the deep cut, down her front leg, covering it in a deep crimson color. She felt numb, still the stings of pain reached her clouded mind every time she used that leg and stretched forward. She was used to ignore pain. She was used to fighting through things. She was used to flee. But this, this was different. This immense feeling of terror, feeling of threat was new to her. How one could be on the brink of tears, but yet be so damn angry you could fight a hoard of bears.
As the smoke cleared she finally got a hold of Sven again, all so suddenly bringing her legs to a halt. Her golden eyes darted to the black overo and palomino mares that stood with him. The black overo mare sparked a hint of recognition. But she couldn't place it, not now. The young palomino mare, her body being one close to adulthood, but her eyes speaking of so much innocence, so much terror. It tied a knot in her stomach. There were children here too, suffering under the hooves of the Flight. She blinked before her gaze went back to Sven, her mind again dizzy. They had to keep moving, they had to get out. ''We have to move!'' her voice was laced with terror, yet there was a certain determination in it too.
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 1, 2017 16:04:26 GMT -6
Kenneth | Agriculturalist
Things were happening much too fast for the older stallion to comprehend. Explosions continuously resounded in the structures around him, screams of both anger and terror filling the air. Pegasi fell from the sky, their hooves, teeth, and Blessings dropping equines and wreaking havoc. It was nearly impossible to find where to fight. Just as Kenneth was about to strike out, an eruption burst beside him, and he felt a body collide with him. Trying to steady himself, he turned his head to spot the fuzzy, familiar shape of Vaena. The small mare had been with their group when Cascade sent them into the Wilds.
"Kenneth!"
Whirling his attention to the voice, Kenneth spotted the Guardian, Taishen. He could barely hear his words, but the urgency at which he spoke was enough. It seemed very sudden, but the agriculturalist soon realized that he was surrounded by equines that he had seen before. Cascade had things in store for them.
"We need to go to the wilds! Remember where we went before," Kenneth spoke bluntly, raising his head high and looking about to see who was near. "Cascade will provide a path for us, and we will be safe. Follow me!" His words were commanding, and he hoped that everyone had heard him. His eyes moved to Taishen, locked in a skirmish. Kenneth knew the guardian could handle himself, and that it was more important for the rest to get out safely. "Taishen, head to the shores, you should be able to track us if you fall too far behind. Cascade guide you!" He felt guilty leaving him behind, but the stallion was trained for this. He would fare well.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 3, 2017 15:15:12 GMT -6
 As Taishen tries to buy you some time, a few pegasi over head drop a barrage of explosive down on your group. While many of you avoid the devastation, as the smoke clears it is evident that one of your number was not so lucky... ((Feel free to discuss among your group who this "volunteer" will be. Injury can be anything from a moderate wound, or a break that will heal in time to something much more grievous, it's all up to you!)) |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 3, 2017 21:13:51 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 3
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 3
While normally the thought of forging into the Wilds, even with Cascade to guide them, would have concerned Kali, today she was more than happy to agree the group must seek the shelter of the trees, at least if they expected to survive. Above them, Pegasi swooped, their intentions malicious as they targeted the trapped horses standing in a terrified trope on the soil below. Perhaps the shelter of the Wilds' branches would keep them safe. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could make it through this hellish nightmare. But it wouldn't be easy; Kali could feel her heart racing and her limbs screaming for a break already, and the group had to all make it to safety. If they were slowed up for any reason, it was out of the question to keep going. One for all and all for one. Swiveling her head left and right, Kali attempted to see if all of the horses that had broken and run with her were still with the group. Faces she knew, as well as faces she'd never seen in person before, flashed before her.
So far, so good. Most of the horses were together, though Taishen the guardian was behind them, engaged in combat with their attackers. Kali prayed the brown stallion would catch up quickly; they had to all get going, and together. No one was willing to give up their life for fear of the forest. If they could just make it to the treeline. With Mo's ankle injured, Vaena dripping blood, and others struggling with minor injuries, Kali was somewhat concerned. But luckily no one seemed so injured that they couldn't run, especially if their life depended on it.
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Before the palomino mare could take another step, the world disappeared below her. With a renewed fury, the Vagabonds dropped down upon the trapped Talorians. From the air, a barrage of incendiary devices fell, exploding as soon as they hit the earth. Smoke, dust and large clods of dirt flew into the air, making it impossible to see the other horses. Panic set in, as Mo's mother disappeared from view. Fear overwhelmed her, blocking out her senses. She couldn't tell up from down, left from right or inside from outside as she reared up, screaming. As her hooves touched down again, Mo felt herself falling. At first, she felt numb, and cold. Thinking herself all right, she attempted to step forward, to flee towards the woods. Pain, white hot and all consuming shocked its way down her front half. With all the force in her lungs, Mo felt a scream rip from her chest, but she heard nothing. Her ears were ringing so badly that she could not hear herself, even screaming as loud as she was physically able. The shooting fear that went through her at her temporary deafness caused her to scream again, standing stock still amidst the rubble.
Moree's entire front half hurt like hell. As her adrenaline finally slipping away, logic returned to Mo. She was a Cleric after all, and her first instinct was to assess the damage. Staring down at her torso, Mo felt suddenly very, very sick. Blood splashed her chest and front legs, like paint markings, and the flesh on her right leg was shredded, hanging in a mass of tendons, visible bone and blood. Abrasions covered her left leg, but nothing as horrible as the mess of her right foreleg. If not for her training, she would have fainted on the spot. Still, she felt sick, and Mo had to close her eyes tightly, unable to move or even look at herself.
Maybe she was screaming for help, maybe she wasn't. Mo could feel her mouth forming words, but the ringing in her ears prevented her from hearing anything. Pain overwhelmed her, and her heart raced. Oh Cascade, what the hell was happening?
WC: 652
Kali - 281
Mo - 362
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 4, 2017 11:23:06 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
In the chaos and masses of horses scrambling for safety, Sven didn't notice Passoa's absence until he turned to see her face off against one of the extremists. The attacker swung his giant wing at her, revealing a cross bow that had been hanging at his side. Sven's eyes grew wide in fear, and his muscles tensed, trying to carry him toward her, but the stream of horses pushing against him kept him from being able to move toward her. He could only watch helplessly as the pegasus raised his bow and shot off an arrow. "NO! Passoa!" Sven shouted, feeling his blessing being triggered as his emotions ran higher than they had ever been. He felt the icy chill of his breath and how his blood seemed to run cold. He had yet to be able to truly control his newly-given gift aside from occasionally being able to make his breath icy cold, but as one of his front hooves slammed to the ground in protest, ice shot across the ground toward the extremist, growing and crystallizing the ground beneath the attacker's hooves.
The pegasus slipped just as his arrow left his bow. Sven's breath caught in his throat, watching as Passoa turned away from the extremist just in time to narrowly miss the arrow... or so Sven had thought. He saw the blood splatter from the arrow's sharp tip slicing through her foreleg, and Sven's heart dropped. She was hurt, and they needed to get the hell out of there before anything else happened. The paint stallion moved to try to step forward again just as Passoa galloped toward him and the two mares that were waiting on him to move and take them to safety. Her gait was still strong even though he could see a slight limp, and there wasn't a hint of pain in her tone as she shouted: "We need to move!" There was only terror and fear with an underlying hint of determination. Sven nodded his head, eyeing the wound on her leg. "Are you oka-" He was only able to get part of the sentence out before explosions shook the ground beneath them.
Everything seemed to explode, and Sven woke moments later on laying on the ground. His head spun, and his eyes didn't seem to be able to focus. His ears rung, and as he lifted his head, he was greeting with a searing pain on his shoulder. He took a hissing breath through his teeth as his eyes drifted down to the damage the barrage of bombs had caused him. There was a burn on his shoulder that caused his teeth ground together as pain shot through him. It wasn't large enough to be of much concern right then especially when he looked over to see the damage done to the young palomino mare who had been accompanying Kalakara. Sven had to look away for a brief moment before he forced himself to his hooves. Her leg was torn to shreds. As he got closer, he could see the white of her bones that was soon swallowed by the flow of blood that seeped out of her wound.
The Entertainer had no medical training nor had he ever had to handle something like this. He was a joy-bringing, someone who liked to make others feel good and happy. Tears stung the backs of his eyes as he looked down at the young mare. Her life would be changed forever by these heathens that thought their cause was just. All they were doing was destroying lives and hurting innocent lives. "I-It's going to be okay. What's your name? Mine's Sven." He spoke to her, lowering himself to the ground beside her and trying to distract her from her wound. He swung his head toward her leg, unsure of what to do with the massive damage. Where was Kenneth or Taishen or Vaena or anyone? Someone had to know what to do! "W-what do I need to do?"
The sight of the wounded mare had caused him to briefly forget about the mare he had come to this ceremony with, and his eyes traveled wildly across the destruction, looking for a familiar dark pelt and curly hair. She had to be safe. She couldn't be any more hurt than she already was. This was his fault. "Passoa!"
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Post by strixx-variaa on Feb 9, 2017 13:05:02 GMT -6
As Væna fights to regain her feet, she feels the gentle pull of friends, and the gentle push of a Guardian true. “Cygnet!” she gasps, relief washing over her like a wave. It’s a brief wave, like the breakers which froth up against the rocks of the Pinnacle -- oh! She’s having trouble remembering even the events of a few moments ago, and her head aches like fire, and this more than the chaos surrounding them frightens Væna because she knows that she is concussed, and that is a dangerous way to be in a war zone. But she could rely on Kenneth, and -- and they were going to leave the Guardian behind? The whites of Væna’s soft pink eyes showed sharp and clear for all to see her panic, and her nostrils flared wider than the bone of her muzzle ought allow. She pressed close to Cygnet’s side and made for Kenneth’s spotted frame, her head held unnaturally high on her neck and the world spinning with a whimsical malice to her eyes. When the next explosion hit, Væna’s panic twisted and knotted into the shape of hysteria instead, and she found herself on the ground again, knocked back and thrown from her unsteady hooves, her head ringing twice as loudly, with a fixed, grotesque grin on her face and laughter issuing from her lips. Or -- Was she screaming? Maybe a bit of both. Her blonde hair had begun to really unravel from its braid now, and as she rose to her feet -- without help, this time, which is perhaps a testament to her body’s ability to produce adrenaline when it really counts -- the little mare blew strands of it out of her eyes with the nonchalance of a disheveled hiker. She took three steps to the left and four to the right, and none of them by choice. She nearly fell over the body of the palomino Sven was mothering over, but she caught herself on splayed legs just in time. Her head hung low, horn still miraculously in one piece, and with a thoroughly unstable look on her face she examined the mare’s shattered foreleg. If she’d been physically able to vomit, she would’ve. Instead, like a drunkard, she sobered only enough to lose some of the reckless humor on her expression and shout rather tactlessly but with a truly genuine concern, “Best learn to use three or you’re going to die here. Can you stand?” words: 410 tags: BlueUnicornJ13, Kelpie-River, fediarwoods, Jennycallie, @swaggalette, astrumnauta, @manfrieds notes: ❤ |
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Post by astrumnauta on Feb 10, 2017 7:56:37 GMT -6
Cygnet
| Talori Brewer | Post Two | Væna shouted her name stood and then pressed into Cygnets side, the mares moved towards Kenneth's frame at a hurried pace and everything was going swimmingly until the next explosion went off.
She was thrown sideways and she let out a surprised shout and rolled, the slash over her face that had just started to crust over seemed to begin bleeding profusely again and she tried to blink the blood out of her eyes, she let out a startled whinny about losing her sight and began to rub her face to clean herself up.
The bleeding seemed to ease again and she blinked rapidly, the mares yellow eyes were now clear and she could further assess the situation. She would have to remember to fix her head with a bandage or something later.
She rose to her feet and looked around, Væna was screaming hysterically and Sven was knelt next to a palomino thing with a shattered leg, her bone was protruding and it was bleeding quite profusely, she should probably help she was getting quite good with herbs.
Cygnet wandered over to the palomino mare, as Væna addressed her, it was probably not the best thing to say to the mare - after all she'd probably lose the leg or shes be crippled. Cygnet looked at Sven "Don't worry I'm trained with herbs and potions I can ease her pain"
Cygnet handed Sven a potion from her hair "Give her this it should dull the pain a little enough for her to walk" she knew it was only weak but it was better than nothing. Cygnet hummed to herself softly as she worked trying to pack the wound with the bandages she carried.
"Can someone try to calm Væna, she seems a little hysterical" she said softly to whoever was listening "We also need a plan, we need to get somewhere safe and I think we all know where" Sven shouted for Passoa, and she took a look around to assess the extent of the whole situation. |
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Post by fediarwoods on Feb 10, 2017 10:35:48 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
The adrenaline running through her veins numbed the pain and focussed her mind on only one thing: getting away from here. Never had she experienced this kind of fear, or the complete lack of control over the situation. She had no idea what was happening, or what would happen next. She had no play in it, all she could do was try and make her way through this and make sure Sven was okay. Oh, she would do anything if she could just keep him safe, if she could just take him away from here. How she wished they could be back under the safe cover of his sheets, the soft waving of the sea washing ashore in front of his house.
She had no time to think about that either. Trying to get away from the Pegasus, she hadn't noticed Sven's shouting, nor his blessing shooting ice across the ground toward her attacker. She could see Sven's extremely worried, slightly shocked eyes gazing down towards her shoulder, his once so melodious but now so panicked voice forming words. But before her fuzzy brain could comprehend what he was saying another explosion went off, and her lights went out.
...The first thing she registered was an incredibly heavy banging in her head. It was as if she was hit with something so hard that it could've made her brain go to mush. Pain shot through her head, loud noises and voices sounding so distant, so numb, but yet so incredibly loud and close. As she was regaining her consciousness she felt another shot of pain, this time trembling through the muscles and skin of her shoulder and foreleg. She tried to lift her head, only to than realize she had fallen down from the blast and was lying on her side. The sounds were getting louder, more clear, and above all way too sharp for her heavy, pained head right now.
''Passoa!'' It was his voice, his trembling, panicked voice that got through to her. She turned her ears and lifted her head from the cobblestones. She blinked her golden eyes, her fuzzy sight slowly getting clearer. As she lifted her head and tried to figure out what was happening around her, she was right back in the chaos that they were caught in. Her golden gaze traveled towards the pain coming from her shoulder, almost making her go out again when she found the deep wound from earlier that cut through her skin, her foreleg painted crimson red with her own blood.
More voices, another scream. It brought her all back to reality. Her gaze shifted towards the horses not far from her, but she couldn't seem to recognize any of them. Panic shot through her and as soon as her stiff muscles allowed, she pushed herself upon four legs. Somewhat unbalanced, but she was standing. She could feel the fast beating of her heart in the wound on her shoulder, making her slightly lift the leg now that she was standing -- but that wasn't her first concern. All she could think of was Sven. Where was he? He had to be okay. He had to be fine.
Her golden gaze shot through the horses, searched through the smoke. An Unicorn mare, another equine with a spotted pelt she had seen before and in the distance a palomino mare, kneeled down with an injury so bad. That was when her eyes found him. ''Sven!'' She shouted, her voice so different than it had been before. Her bravery was gone. All she could think of was losing him and it made her tremble, made her feel more scared than she had ever been in her whole life.
No matter how the pain of the cut made her unwilling to move, as soon as she'd found his painted pelt, she trotted forward. She wasn't that fast, her steps hasty and a certain limp in her movement. She passed horses, but her attention was solely on him. She could hear voices, some soft and controlled, others completely in panic, but it didn't reach her. As soon as she had reached him she'd stuck close to his side. ''I-I thought I'd loose you,'' she mumbled, probably only soft enough for him to hear. Her golden gaze traveled down to the palomino mare in front of him. It was the young mare she'd seen earlier, the youngster in a grown up's body, with a wound that was even worse now that she could see it up close. The palomino would never walk upon that leg again -- that they all could see. She gazed up towards a light grey mare that reached Sven a potion for the palomino to take, but she was unsure if that was going to make her walk again.
''Try and get up, and put not too much weight on it. It's probably not going to hold it if you try and stand up on it,'' she said as her golden eyes darted to the black overo mare -- probably the palomino's mother. She had to ease her daughter, and help her get up, because staying here was no option.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 10, 2017 11:24:42 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 4
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 4
Now that her eardrums were unsealing, Mo could hear again, though mostly it was a jumbled mixture of screams, burning, and an avalanche of advice from those who now surrounded her. Sven, the paint had been first to her side followed after by the pretty cream unicorn and a gray mare who seemed to have some proficiency in healing. It was almost funny. The Cleric was unable to heal. For a moment, this thought flew fleetingly across Mo's mind, only to be washed away by a wave of pain. Looking at the blood gushing from severed arteries sent the mare's mind into a state of panic, and only exacerbated the pain of her injury. Fog filled her brain, and she struggled to keep her blue eyes open, as every time she glanced down she had to shut them tightly.
"Best learn to use three," The words stood out, among the fog of Mo's mind, as did the sharp whinny it elicited from Kali, whose ears pinned to her head as she stepped closer to her daughter. If Moree could have spoken at the moment, she would have had to admit that, as tactless as it was, the pale mare was right. Muscles were singed, bones broken through, and at least one artery severed. If the wound was not bound immediately, she was going to bleed to death. And if the wound was bound tightly enough to stop her from dying, the lower leg would quickly become necrotic. She would be losing her right foot, no question about it. But would she lose her life as well....that was the real question.
Vaguely aware of the horses surrounding her, Moree found a potion nudged in her direction, and heard a haunted, shaking, but familiar voice urging her to drink. Kali, who seemed to be in shock after the statements of Vaena, was finally snapping out of it, maternal instincts returning as she fretted, worrying by Moree's side. The black mare had no potions of her own, and Moree could see that she was grateful for the gray mare's assistance, taking the potion and administering it to Mo as the other horse bound her limb. The liquid was warm and herbal as it flowed down Mo's throat. She hoped it would take affect soon, as the pain in her leg was almost unbearable.
As Mo's mind cleared slightly, thanks to the dulling effects of the potion, she felt logic returning to her slightly. Still, her mind was a mess of confusion, but flashes of her intelligence were able to break through the barrier of fear and pain. Ducking her head, the palomino took one end of Cygnet's bandages in her teeth, aiding the mare in tying the cloth so tightly that it cut off what feeling was left in her leg. Although the bandages were soaked through with blood already, since arterial bleeding was always categorized as profuse, the fresh assault of redness slowed, and even promised to possibly stop.
"No use...trying to keep....it alive," she grunted, wincing as she adjusted to the fresh pain from the bandage. "Just have...to stop bleeding...I can," she was panting, the words drawn painfully from her chest as she attempted to create understandable fragments of sentences. "I can stand. Can't....can't run, but I can...still go...on three," she stated, gathering her three mostly healthy legs under her. The swelling in her right hind ankle, from the initial sprint, felt like a fly's bite compared to a shark bite, and Moree knew that she could place her weight on it. The only other option was to die here, and that was not something she had in mind. Painfully, with Kali's shoulder as a guide to lean on, she stood, holding her right foreleg to her chest. Staggering, she attempted to keep her balance. It was difficult to stand with only three legs, and the blood loss wasn't helping her.
"I...I can go," Moree stated, her expression grim. Stumbling, but upright, she turned towards the safety of the forest. "We...we can't stay here."
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Kali was shocked, to say the very least, by the latest barrage of explosions. Luckily, although she had been close to Moree, only small bits of shrapnel had assaulted her, leaving minor cuts and bruises on her legs and face. Her mind was scrambled as she recovered from the blast, and she recovered mental stability only to see a scene far more horrific than anything her imagination had come up with while she was reeling. Before her, the child she had carried, birthed and cared for lay, half-sprawled on the ground, screaming in pain and covered in blood. Moree's leg was...it was gone. Bits of it were still attached, but anyone with even minor healing expertise could see that the limb was ruined. With wide eyes, Kali stared down in horror, unable to move, despite what her mind told her. Half of her wanted to rush after the pegasus that dropped the bomb, rip his wings off, and feed them to him. And the other half wanted to rush to her baby's side. With two strong, conflicting ideas, Kali was stuck.
Sven rushed past her, followed quickly by Vaena and Cygnet. Still, Kali was frozen, staring down, unable to move or speak. "Best learn to use three, or you're going to die here," commented Vaena. The harshness of the words shocked Kali from her thoughts, and the mare let out a squeal, flattening her ears at the unicorn as she stalked over to her daughter, placing herself between the palomino and the crazed unicorn. Anger that should have been reserved for the flock, flames fanned by the feeling of being a horrible parent, flashed through Kali's mind, exacerbating her response. If she had been logical, she would have understood that all of the horses were affected by fear, pain and a deep desire to survive.
As Cygnet rushed to Mo's aid, Kali found her attention shifting back to her daughter. Feeding her the potion, she watched it take effect, as Mo's expression softened slightly. The Cleric was even able to help Cygnet dress her wound. Passoa's arrival took Kali's focus for a moment, and her ears swiveled towards the curly-haired mare, who seemed so grateful to have found Sven again. Kali felt a sudden pang of loss; Dae wasn't by her side, and she felt completely unprepared to take care of her daughter alone. But she had to, or neither of them would be seeing Daemyn again. Of course...they might not see him, even if they survived, but Kali refused to let herself think that. Offering up her shoulder, she helped Moree to stand, feeling pain pressing at her heart as the palomino struggled to stay upright, dripping small spatters of blood onto the ground. But, she was standing, and determined she could go.
It was only now that Cygnet's words came back to Kali. Vaena was hysterical. Now that logic was beginning to return to her, Kali realized that the unicorn mare's response to Moree's injury had been one fueled by fear and adrenaline. Like the rest of them, of course she wanted out of here. Kali even felt a little ashamed of pinning her ears at the other mare. Nuzzling Moree, Kali glanced over at the pink-eyed mare. "Vaena, I need help keeping her up. We can all get out of here, but I need you," she begged, betting on the idea that if Vaena was given a task, she could focus on that rather than overwhelming hysteria. She hoped it would work, otherwise they might never get out of here.
WC: 1287
Kali - 593
Mo- 673
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Post by solasweiner on Feb 11, 2017 8:53:21 GMT -6
ELLANA Just a heartbeat, that's all it was, of clarity. The world had long since gone quiet (well, dulled) to her and for a moment she stood in a clearing among the screaming bodies. Above wailed the war-cries of the Valkyries such as these, the flock, which she had thought were just a rumour before the riots. Feathers floated to the floor around her, slowly, oblivious to the tempest of equine around them.
Sound came back to the world in time for her to hear Sven's cry meters away from her: "Come with us! we're going someplace safe." Safety. Yes. Ellana continued running once more, now behind the voices of the group and the flash of red fur. For a few minutes fear evaded Ellana as she rushed behind the group, desperate to not loose them; fear could wait.
Just as she reached the group, an almighty crash split the air in two around them. Dust invaded her eyes and she hacked and coughed in the smoke that gathered leisurely downwards. A metallic scent came to her senses, and before her lay the beautiful palomino - the bones of her leg now exposed in a violent version of the wing-cutting she had recently witnessed. Blood pooled everywhere, and her screams were so high they made Ellana wince.
Tears made her vision blurry, but her ears were mercilessly open to the cries of those around her. She saw a shape move towards the palomino, laughing in a crazed manner. Someone asked to calm down a "Væna" who was hysterical - Ellana guessed this was her and moved into action, urging the mare aside.
"Miss Væna?" Ellie rasped, then coughing once, continued "Look at me, please, yes, like that. Just focus, OK? Don't panic - everything's going to be alright, just think." Ellana realized she didn't really know what to say, but hoped that'd work. It'd have to do, as a black and white mare came over to them to get Væna's assistance with the palomino. Oh! the palomino - in a moment she'd managed to forget the mangled teen - the horror of it returned to Ellana, and she whimpered, trying not to fall into a hysteria such as the mare's. Words: 358
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Notes: i haven't posted in ages this is my idea of catching up lol
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 11, 2017 12:16:13 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
So much was happening all at once. His senses were assaulted with different sights and sounds, things that he would never forget. So much blood had been spilled on these streets. Streets that he had once thought were safe and welcoming. Familiar buildings laid in ruins, and under the debris, Sven saw a sight that he would never be able to forget. Bodies of Talorians laid on the ground, not moving even to breath. It made his blood run cold and his breath to catch in his throat. He imagined his family among the dead, lying there in the streets being trampled by fleeing pedestrians, and it made him think of Passoa. She couldn't be dead. Sven didn't know what he would do without her. Even though they had only met recently, she had changed his life completely, and he had grown so close to her. His voice seemed odd as the echo of his call to her rung in his ears. There was something different about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on until he saw her.
His heart dropped in his chest, and if it weren't for Cygnet handing him a potion to give to the gravely injured mare in front of him, he would have run over to her. He would have hugged her and helped her walk over to them. Instead, he quickly rose to his hooves, and a knot formed in his throat at the sight of her limp to his side. Oh gods, he hated seeing others hurt but seeing her hurt was different. "I-I thought I'd lose you." Sven almost didn't catch her soft whisper over the screaming around them, and he briefly touched his muzzle to her cheek. "I'm so glad you're alive. I thought... I thought you were gone." Sven spoke in a barely audible voice, offering Passoa a small, reassuring smile before turning his attention to the catastrophe before him.
If Sven had to guess the cause behind these extremists' actions, he'd have to guess it had something to do with the way pegasi are treated around Aquore. Maybe they wanted peace among the different species that walked these lands. This was sure one hell of a way to find peace if that was their plan.
His green eyes gazed down at the young palomino mare with a concerned and saddened look. He couldn't imagine the damage to her leg being something that she could recover from. She'd probably lose the entire leg itself or at least the ability to walk on it like she used to. The very thought of the pain and damage these extremists had caused made his blood boil with anger. They had changed and destroyed so many lives, and for what? Respect? Peace?
The Entertainer turned his head at Vaena's harsh tone, a small frown developing on his face. Her words were harsh but true. They needed to get out of there before the extremists came back and finished the job, but when he looked down at the shocked, pain-filled expression on the injured mare's face, he wasn't sure that they would be able to. His mind clouded as he gazed at the destruction around them. Cascade had given them a safe place to go if something like this happened, but how were they supposed to get there if they were all blown up before then?
Sven's train of thought was derailed when he saw movement beside him, and he was surprised to see the palomino mare on her hooves- three of them anyways. "I...I can go. We... we can't stay here." She stuttered out, wobbling on unsteady legs. Not wanting to argue about something that was true even though he was concerned about her ability to move. "I think we should take the back-roads out of the city and head toward the Wilds. I... I know it sounds crazy, but there's someplace safe in there. Somewhere we can go and rest from all of this." He said, his gaze sweeping over toward Kenneth. Others seemed to trust the older stallion's judgement and wisdom more than Sven's youthful opinion. Maybe if anyone questioned why they were going to the Wilds, he would be able to give them hope and faith that they were bringing them to someplace safe.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 13, 2017 20:17:50 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
Dodging another strike, Taishen grunted in reply to Kenneth’s words, even though the stallion would never hear him… and though he had no intention of following the group. His goal, his duty, lay ahead of him, not behind. An opening- and Tai leapt to take it, slamming past his opponent.
Then the world exploded.
This time the stallion did not retain his hooves, but was sent bodily flying, colliding with his erstwhile attacker, and the pair went down in a heap of feathers and singed hair. Then Taishen was clawing his way out from under a still, disjointed wing, soot and blood streaking his face, a wild look in his eyes. He staggered away, a few halting, furious steps, attempting to regain his balance, his hearing, his general sense of reality.
He had.... He had to get to the Trinity, had to help them… yes, he had to-
Movement caught the stallion’s eyes, and he turned, the world turning with him and momentarily he was sick, had to close his eyes. A breath, and he opened them. Saw a crowd, saw a small body lying prone, a wide splash of scarlet across its pale coat… a child.
Rage suddenly suffused Taishen with a sharp, edged sort of clarity, and he had already taken several strides forwards before he caught up with his intentions, and hesitated, casting a look over his back. The Trinity were long since obscured from view, in the shifting curtains of smoke and feathers. He was not sure, in that moment of clarity, that he could get to them, let alone in shape to assist. They were- they must- be fine.
And so Taishen turned his eyes forwards once more, and paced swiftly to the group, even as the filly surged awkwardly to her three working legs.
Sven was speaking; Taishen cast him a brief look.
“Agreed,” he said shortly. “The Wilds, if nothing else, will be safe from these vermin.” Safe was a relative term, one that meant nothing more than “a lack of child-murdering bombs”. He looked again at Mo, shook his sheared mane. “She can’t walk on that; she’ll damage it further.” Though he knew little enough of healing, his brother did, and Taishen winced to think what Eden might say if he found out Tai had let a foal walk on a leg in that condition.
“I can carry her,” he said, a swift look at Kali for approval. He could not get to the Trinity, could not fight a whole flock of winged terrorists- but he could save this filly. He fell heavily to his knees, then followed with his haunches, laying down, so that she could scramble on his back.
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 14, 2017 20:23:01 GMT -6
Kenneth | Agriculturalist
Just when hope for an escape became possible, it was snuffed out just as quickly. Turning towards an alleyway that would hopefully hide them from the invading pegasi, Kenneth was immediately launched off of his feet. Something heavy struck his head, and another his ribs and shoulder. His vision went first, and as he struck the ground, the shooting pain stopped rather quickly.
He woke, but several minutes had passed. His vision was extremely blurred, and his ears were ringing. Where was he again? Why was he on the ground?
Raising his head gave him vertigo, and he had to breathe very deeply to steady himself before looking up again. Chaos streamed through the streets. The scent of blood and brimstone permeated the air, which seemed to be humming with energy. The screams and shouts of battle seemed to gradually become louder. His head was throbbing and his face and side felt warmer than the rest of his body.
"-mewhere we can go to rest from all this."
The voice was familiar, and seemed to really resonate with Kenneth. He turned to the voice, and he finally located it's source: Sven. The younger paint was looking to him, fear and desperation in his features. He needed guidance. Taishen offered to carry someone, who Ken quickly figured out was a severely injured mare.
"Let's help her up," Kenneth suggested, moving slowly closer to the group. His movements were deliberate, all of his focus channeling into appearing in fit condition, aside from the blood on him. "We all need to work together to get her up without causing her further injury. Be careful not to jostle her leg very much."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 16, 2017 22:38:53 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 5
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 5
Kali felt a rush of relief as the Guardian offered himself up as a method of propulsion for her injured daughter. All of the horses had come to the agreement that Moree would not be able to walk for herself, and they certainly couldn't stay here out in the open. If not for the volunteering of the Guardian, their options would have been to stay in the middle of the battle or leave Moree behind. Clearly, Kali was not going to abandon her daughter; nothing could possibly make her leave the palomino behind. But she couldn't handle this situation on her own. She was hurt, she was tired, and she was frightened beyond all belief.
Moree was hurt, perhaps dying if she didn't get actual medical attention soon. Despite the fact that Moree herself was a Cleric, she was incapable of performing any advanced medical procedures in this condition. Kali couldn't help but feel responsible. She was supposed to be looking out for the child, but clearly, as seen by the bloody mess of Moree's foreleg, Kali had done a terrible job. With this thought at the forefront of her mind, she couldn't help but be immensely relieved that the Guardian and the spotted stallion known as Kenneth stepped forward to take the struggle of caring for Moree from her hooves. Kali wasn't sure how long she could remain standing, let alone standing as the support structure for her daughter.
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The herbs that Cygnet had administered were doing their job, though they could not fully dull the pain that radiated from Moree's leg. The brown Guardian was clearly correct in saying that she couldn't stand on it. Already, being on her hooves was proving difficult, and she couldn't imagine making it all the way to the Wilds without causing injury to her companions with her slow, hobbling movements. It would be a blessing to have Taishen as support. At Kali's instruction, Moree grasped a hank of her mother's short, stiff mane, holding on with her teeth to keep herself balanced as Kali carefully lead her to Kenneth's side, so that the spotted stallion could help her clamber painfully onto Taishen's back.
Moree felt somewhat bad for the Guardian, as she was not a light horse, thanks to her father's draft blood. But her feelings of guilt were small compared to the immense relief she felt when she was able to lay her weight along the tobiano's spine. Her front leg dangled uselessly as she attempted to find a position that was mildly comfortable, where Tai could still carry her.
"Thank you," the palomino rasped, gently pressing her muzzle against Taishen's shoulder in a gesture of gratitude. "Please, don't let me slow us down any longer. I couldn't bear it if anyone else gets hurt today," she added, her voice crackling with a mixture of pain and smoke inhalation. "We need to head for safety; time is of the essence now."
WC: Total - 491
Kali - 240
Mo - 250
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Post by astrumnauta on Feb 17, 2017 3:38:14 GMT -6
Cygnet
| Talori Brewer | Post Three | Cygnet finally looked up and around herself, a guardian had appeared to lift the injured palomino and for that she was eternally grateful, another horse had joined them from the back and was trying to quell the hysteria of Væna.
They needed to remove themselves from this situation and now, Cygnet rose awkwardly to her feet, she still felt her legs were too long for her body and huffed quietly to herself.
Once she was back on all fours, she looked at Sven and Kenneth who were seemingly half-leading the little groups "I'm presuming were all thinking of the same place of safety?" Cygnet raised her head and rattled the little pearl and hung tights against her long neck "I think we need to move now everybody is mobile - let's go"
Cygnet looked around to check if everybody was able to go and she moved out, she realised that now the guardian was carrying the filly he would be unable to protect them at all and they would have to protect him if anything.
Cygnet allowed her instinct to pull her towards safety and kept a good pace but slow enough to allow everybody to keep up, she weaved through all the panicked equines like absolutely nothing was happening, she kept baring her teeth to anyone who threatened to run into them and split the group and many gave them a wide berth, those who didn't got sharp nips and squeals.
She often kept looking over her shoulder to make sure none of them had got separated and stopped to allow everybody to catch up, she only stopped when they got to the edge of the explosive fight
"Is everybody here? are we ready to go into the wilds? Hows your pain, Moree?" she fussed quietly over everybody and promised to find useful herbs along the way to ease everybody's injuries, "I'm sorry for not being more prepared, I'm stocked up to my eyes at the shop but its the other side of town from here"
She huffed quietly to herself chuntering under her breath and then looked towards the wilds, and then back to the group
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Notes: Chuntering means grumbling or talking to yourself under your breath in Yorkshire, just clearing that one up :') |
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Post by fediarwoods on Feb 18, 2017 8:17:36 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her heart was raging in her chest, feeling like it would jump out any moment while her mind was still fuzzy from the blast that she felt had hid her just moments ago. She tried to think clear, but her thoughts were going everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. Reality felt so numb, yet every sound was so damn harsh to her fuzzy ears. She could hear feathers steering through the sky, hooves on the cobble stones, cries and screams from panicked equine -- both Pegasi and Common Horses, both Hippocampi and Unicorns. She couldn't comprehend the reason behind this chaos, the reason behind this war. Why would one want to hurt so many horses? So many horses that had nothing to do with the change they wanted, that had no hand in it either.
She softly snorted as Sven's words brought her back to reality. She stood a bit wobbly on both her legs, her shoulder softly touching his as she regained her balance quite quickly. His words made the hairs in her neck raise, and made her turn her ears backwards slightly. ''I'm here. I'll stick closer to you this time,'' she said to him as she tried to force a smile upon her lips, but she couldn't quite bring it that convincing. She was cold, she was scared. She had lost quite a lot of blood, but thankfully there had been enough mud and dirt from the debris that had clotted her wound to close it up. She had to clean it out later to keep it from infecting, but now she had no time to think about small details like that.
Her golden gaze shifted to the palomino mare as both the large, spotted stallion and another Guard lifted the palomino filly from the ground, the dark chestnut carrying her on his back. It astonished her how these equines tried to care for each other. How they tried to safe each other, while all of their lives were at danger. If they'd let the others behind and fled on their own, their escape would have been much easier. It warmed her heart to see so many worrying about each other, and helping were they could. No matter how hurt they themselves were they all tried to help the injured young mare, who would have died without a doubt if they hadn't. It gave her another view on these citizens she'd cursed and which she had chosen to run from all of these years ago. Maybe they weren't as bad as she had thought. Maybe she had just had a big potion of bad luck.
As the group started moving, one quicker than another, she stuck close to Sven's side and moved with them. She didn't want to get separated from him again. From under her thick, wary forelock her golden eyes watched his spotted pelt for a moment, before her gaze traveled forward again. Her gut twisted and turned at the large burn that marked his shoulder. It was the wound he'd caught for protecting her.
''Are you sure we're going to get to the ruins you told me about? You said it's very remote, how are we ever going to find it in the Wilds?'' Even though she had often found her way through the Wilds, she got lost often too, while she was practically at home in the bush. How where they ever going to find their way? She tried some small talk, or at least something that was supposed to be. She felt so confused. Her whole gallantry of the brave, tough Rogue felt like it had broken in a million pieces. She didn't even feel like being tough anymore. She just wanted his embrace and the safety of somewhere remote, so they could just forget about this. ''Even though everything is probably better than here,'' she added to her words, as her ears turned around to the sounds of chaos that they were slowly leaving behind now that they were on the edge of the explosives and fights.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 21, 2017 22:03:34 GMT -6
Taishen | Guardian
Later, Taishen’s own thoughts would echo that of Passoa’s, that only when they all came together, working towards a common goal with no thought of self, could the beauty of their herd truly be shown. But that would be later; Taishen’s present was thick with unspoken fears and jangling nerves, as the Guardian grunted and levered himself carefully back to his hooves, the assistance of Kenneth, Kali, and Moree herself no small part of the success of the maneuver. Taishen spared some mental energy for some steadying telekinetic pressure, helping to keep his passenger secure. But it would leave pressure little energy or concentration for the Guardian to devote to any attacks; they needed to move swiftly.
He cast Sven a sharp glance as Passoa questioned him, though Tai’s eyes returned a more critical glance to Passoa again. He did not recognize her, but it didn’t much matter.
“Even if we can’t find it, we’ll still be safer a few leagues inside the Wilds than we will be here,” Tai said grimly, and began walking, as cautiously as he could while still covering ground. As much as he wished to spare the Cleric undue pain… he much preferred they all kept their lives.
“If we get attacked, I’ll have to put her down quickly,” Taishen said to Kenneth and Kali, who kept pace with him. “I can’t carry her and fight at the same time.” Tension laced the terse words, and despite his caution, Taishen increased his pace; he wasn't sure he could so much as summon up a drop of water, at the moment, let alone form it into a missile or anything remotely useful. He could only walk. Each step away from the fight was difficult, was wrong- but Taishen couldn’t turn his back on these equines. His herdmates.
Dark wings still shadowed overhead, but Taishen kept his gaze resolutely forward, and his ears tilted back, towards Moree. He could save her. He would.
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 22, 2017 20:53:59 GMT -6
Kenneth | Agriculturalist
Sensory overload was an understatement for what was happening once they began moving. His ears swiveled on his head and his eyes moved just as swiftly. Shadows loomed over them, magic of blessings exploding and burning the air. The air seemed less thick as they moved towards the edge of the city, but it did not soothe Kenneth's nerves. Pegasi could still see them departing if they were paying close enough attention.
He stuck close to Taishen, keeping watch overhead as shapes passed overhead and occasionally around them. Keeping a clear bath for the Guardian would be difficult, but they were near their goal. If they could just get to the dense trees they would be okay. The cover of the Wilds would be perfect protection at least for now. A gust of wind blew down on them, and Kenneth spotted an invader circling back to them.
"We must hurry, head to the closest bit of jungle that you can," Kenneth asserted, staring down the pegasi. "I will stall them at least for now. Get everyone to safety, Taishen." His voice was stern, and as he looked at the younger stallion, he hoped that he would listen. He turned back to face the attacker, preparing for them to descend close enough for him to fight back.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 23, 2017 10:03:30 GMT -6
Moree | Cleric | Post 6
Kalakara | Brewer | Post 6
Moree could feel the gentle telekinetic pressure that Taishen placed upon her spine, but she was far more concerned with the emotional pressure that built around her. All the horses in their rag-tag group seemed to be frightened of delving into the Wilds with no real sense of direction, and for good reason. The Wilds were known to house all sorts of nasty creatures, perhaps even rogues, or even more hidden Flight members. The thought itself was terrifying to the palomino, and she shuddered involuntarily, wincing as the movement jarred her leg.
"If we get attacked, I'll have to put her down quickly," the guardian warned, and his words echoed through Moree's ears ominously. She knew she couldn't run; hell she couldn't even walk right now. She was entirely dependent upon the other equines to keep her safe, and she loathed the feeling that impressed upon her.
The dark shadow of wings crossed the backs of the horses struggling towards the wilds suddenly, transforming them into mock pegasi as the Flight member swooped down, threatening the tentative safety of the small group. Moree's ears flattened to her head as she stared up, heart pounding hard in her chest. The spotted stallion spoke up, encouraging the group to head for the hills. Oh, how the palomino hoped they could just reach the darkness of the Wilds and disappear from view. She worried for the spotted horse, as well as the guardian whom she'd put in danger by inhibiting. What was going to happen to the disgruntled Talorians? Would it all be in vain? Were they all going to die here, a few feet from the forest's edge? Or somehow, some way, would they be protected? Moree could not say. All she could say was that she was terrified.
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Kali's blue eyes were harsh as she strode towards the Wilds, and his nostrils flared. Now that his baby was relatively safe, his mind had become clouded by anger. Someone had injured his child, and they would pay the price if he ever got his hooves upon them. Times of stress often sent him into a masculine mind-space, and today was no exception. Although the change was invisible, the change in psyche flowed through his sympathetic nervous system, shocking him into a state of readiness. He was prepared to fight anything that came near his child. Already, green foam frothed at the corners of his mouth, dripping like saliva from the long white fangs that inhabited his upper hard palette.
Tossing his head, Kali shook drops of the venom from his mouth onto the sandy earth below. With ears pinned, he glanced up at the sky, just as Taishen warned that he would have to drop Moree if anything happened to them between here and there. Although it was not ideal, Kali understood that the Guardian needed to be able to fight, and he, being married to a Guardian, knew how vital those fighting skills could be.
"I'll take her," Kali promised, glancing at his daughter with a mixture of concern and stalwart concentration. Of course, he still inhabited the slender, mustang form he always did, and he might find it difficult to hoist his fully grown, draft-mix daughter onto his withers, but he would find a way, should it come to that.
Swiveling an ear to listen to Kenneth, Kali glanced over his shoulder, watching as the spotted horse turned away from the group to face a new threat. Sudden adrenaline rushed through his veins, and the black overo tensed up, preparing either to swoop down and take his daughter upon his back, or spit fiery venom at the attacker, perhaps even sink his fangs into a wing or leg, should it come to that.
WC: Total - 624
Kali - 326
Mo - 297
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