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Post by PaganStars on Feb 12, 2017 18:56:01 GMT -6
Beating his great wings to clear the smoke around himself, Ouusaldus flared his nostrils until he was able to breathe properly once more, his lungs burning slightly. He had wished that All the time he had spent practising and acting around the dense smoke would have strengthened his weak lungs, but it seemed to only cause him more damage. Shaking his head, he stepped forward with Antiope and the others, wings spread slightly still to create a larger physically barrier and to show that he was ready to give chase. Looking over those gathered, his eyes hesitated over the foal and mother, his jaw clenching as her familiar words rang in his ear. Quickly looking away, he stepped forward to speak with Antiope when Whitaker had charged forward and Ouusaldus' ears flicked to hear Milo's words. He looked to the gathering water, memories of that previous night coming to mind. Frowning deeply, he looked to Whitaker as he held the guardian and shifted his eyes to the mother once more, tilting his head down slightly "Listen to her words. We do not wish to harm any of you," he paused, eyes flicking to the guardian "unless provoked"
Ouusaldus had made a promise, one he intended to keep. But if that promise meant that his fellow soldiers would be injured or die, then he was willing to break it. Maybe that's what was wrong with him, what made him incapable of having a white soul. Sure, he had become a better man, softer yet stronger with the soft guidance of Aisling. Inturn he had helped her fight her own demons. But now Ouusaldus was realizing that maybe his sense of duty had never really gone away, that the thrill of battle and blood called louder than a gentler life did. Maybe he would never know....All he knew know was that he was ready to die for those around him, ready to see this silent war draw to an end, one way or the other.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 16:36:09 GMT -6
antiope
Terrorists. What a notion. The cruel hypocrisy of her birthplace left Antiope's stomach sour. As if terror wasn't the axe that Cascade had taken to every Pegasus in Aquore. As if the Emperor had not massaged terror into his entire country. The Talori people were all victims of terror, but it had all been passed down from the High Council. Terror lived in the casual hatred, the pervasive lies, the blatant racism. It was handed down in decree, and whispered at every shrine to the sea goddess.
The Flight did not bring terror to Inaria. It had been here for centuries.
Antiope did not react when Whitaker broke rank, watching him with unreadable eyes as he stepped to the Guardian. Not wishing to acknowledge insubordination in the face of an enemy, Antiope barely blinked at his outburst even though her stomach turned. What Whitake thought he would do with a fragile wingtip was beyond her. "Enough," her voice was not harsh enough to sound upset, but it was sharp with authority. "They will comply." It was a promise she made to her soldier on behalf of those gathered.
Renata spoke, echoed by Ouusaldus. All these defenses against seeking bloodshed. While it was true, and Antiope hadn't come to Inaria for a slaughter, she began to resent her warriors' peaceful comments. Pegasi had conceded enough to these people. They wouldn't give up the battle before it began. "I see," Antiope replied curtly when Renata addressed her about the foal.
She didn't like this conversation. She didn't like this waiting. They hadn't come here to surrender.
"Round them up," she said, her voice clear enough to reach the Talorians. "Whitaker, secure the boy." The young stallion was eager to prove his worth, but inexperienced. Antiope was not about to let a courageous soldier be cut down before his potential was realized. Her eyes were trained on the Guardian as she brandished her shining weapon.
Before she advanced, she spoke quietly to Milo, Ouusaldus and Renata, her voice lost to Whitaker and the others in the din of distant battles. "Milo, on the unicorn. Ouusaldus, contain the mares. Renata--behind me." 360 words | post 4 |
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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 18, 2017 9:45:55 GMT -6
DaemynGuardian
If not for the brash actions of Whitaker, Daemyn might have responded differently. He might have accepted that the situation was not in his favor at all, and he could have accepted that now wasn't the time for action. Unfortunately the act of body-slamming the guardian into a building and pinning him with a wing pressed against his throat, erased any hope of a semi-peaceful conclusion to the situation. Daemyn stood still just long enough for Whitaker to growl his words of warning, and then the golden palomino erupted, battle at the forefront of his mind.
The gathered water diffused harmlessly back into the ground, abandoned as Daemyn shifted his focus to the water in his own body. It was a disturbing sight to see his neck and head suddenly lose solid form, becoming liquefied which allowed him to effortlessly pull away from the pinning wing. Then as he bared his teeth and turned brute strength on his attacker, he solidified once more, all in seemingly a matter of seconds.
Daemyn was a powerhouse of muscles and mass and by pressing off against the solid wall behind him, he slammed everything he had into Whitaker, snapping teeth in an attempt to rip skin or, best of all, catch the bone of a wing and crush it. There was a wild, mad look in his eyes, and because his counter attack was near instant, he did not hear or pay attention to any other words meant to keep the situation contained. Daemyn was going to drive these beasts from his land, he was going to break wings and ripfeathers and he would reunite with wife and daughter!
If the Flight thought Talori was going to go down silently, begging for forgiveness, they had another thing coming.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 18, 2017 10:43:57 GMT -6
Milo couldn't help but snort with laughter when the palomino spat at him and his team. "Well when you kill equines for trying to get your attention and rally for change, you're not any different. We're just returning the favor." The azteca shrugged, trying to comprehend how sacrificing equines, imprisoning ones who don't think like you and murdering those acting out for change after their voices are ignored aren't considered acts of terror. Oh well. They're about to be paying for it now. He thought to himself as he watched a bay colored blur lunge in the Guardian's direction. That was quick.
Milo unfurled his dark wings about halfway and turned to Antiope as the Guardian basically turned into water to get away from Whitaker and proceeded to attack him. This rush of action got the stallion's heart beat thundering through his ears. He was still able to hear Antiope's words though. Milo, on the unicorn. she said. Lovely. Milo thought with a curt nod.
Without any further hesitation he held his head high and dodged the Guardian and Whitaker to get at the unicorn. Once close enough he spread his great wings to full length and curled the end of his feathers to 'cup' the unicorn stallion. It was a display not only to block, but to show dominance as well. His wings cast a shadow on the unicorn stallion as he kept his back to the sun. "I suggest you don't try anything, or I won't be able to answer for your fate." murmured the warrior. It was true, sure Milo wouldn't attack first though he wanted nothing more to rip what was left of that horn from the stallion's head. If he only reacted, he would get less flack from the higher ups for making a mess.
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Post by tarriedsea on Feb 19, 2017 15:07:57 GMT -6
Whitaker
“Enough. They will comply.”
She had hardly finished the sentence before the Guardian exploded.
Whit wasn’t exactly sure what maneuver the Guardian pulled to escape his hold. Talorian sorcery seemed plausible. It seemed like he… melted back, then reformed before Whit's eyes.
What the absolute fuck was that.
But he couldn’t even finish the thought before 19 hands of fury launched at him. Whit was shoved to the ground and he knew instantly, with sickness in his stomach, that he had made a mistake. The Guardian had looked like a big jolly fellow when he was hovering over the mare and foals like a mother hen. But Whit had poked the dragon, and now suffered for it. The Guardian grabbed a chunk of Whit’s neck in his teeth, and Whit squealed. Blood ran down his hide.
Idiot!
Antiope would never depend on him now, having watched Whit make the first move and lose. And no doubt Perseus would hear about it eventually. Shit!
Whit laid still on the ground, one eye on the Guardian. He surrendered in an instant. He didn’t want to say the words- like hell he would please the Guardian with words admitting his weakness- but he didn’t want to be a fool more than he had already proven.
He heard Antiope’s orders with a single ear flicked in her direction. The boy? He scanned the group, but now saw Antiope steeling her gaze at the Guardian. Ah, she wanted to relish that glory herself. At this point, Whit was glad to give his attacker up for someone else to dine on.
Whit rolled over and scrambled up in a flurry of wings and jumped back out of the Guardian’s reach, then circled around, wings outspread. Where was the kid? Ah, there- the little light-colored colt was partially hidden behind his mother. Ouusaldas would take care of her.
Whit gritted his teeth at the boy, ears flattened against his head. "Move." Keeping the kid separate provided leverage against his mother, if she decided to pull any heroic moves.
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Post by Ehrendi on Feb 20, 2017 6:53:52 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Madoka was not a hero. He had little desire to serve and protect as the Guardian did. The only reason he was here was to chase old memories, but apparently even that he couldn't do without some kind of trouble. It seemed to follow him like a bad smell, whether was out at sea or in the Wild, he always could count on something going wrong. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the water beginning to rise out of the ground, but unfortunately he was not the only one to notice. The Flock members acted quickly, one in particular taking matters into his own wings. Madoka tensed as the young Whitaker decided to take on the Guardian, slamming him into the nearest wall and pinning him there with a wing. He listened to the young pegasus speak, then flicked an ear towards a meek painted pegasus mare who pleaded for them to comply. But Madoka couldn't understand her choice of words, given the circumstances. The one who kept looking at him with hungry eyes seemed to find it amusing as hell though.
"Enough," Their leader's sharp voice broke through the sounds of battle all around them. "They will comply." She sounded very sure of herself. Madoka's gaze flicked towards the Guardian and the young pegasus just as the Guardian seemed to erupt. But before Madoka could see more, his attention was taken by the one who seemed to find this all so amusing. Two large wings surrounded him, blocking his sight as the smoke had earlier. Only unlike earlier Madoka found himself face-to-face with the enemy. He tensed, ears flattening into his thick wavy hair. He eyed the pegasus, sizing him up. This was not the first time he found himself up against an imposing force, if you could call the pegasus that. Madoka had fought against all kinds of unusual beasts in the past, most with sharp teeth and claws, with bulk that could break bones and with speed that made it impossible for one to be sure of himself. He had even chased down many a rogue who saw fit to try and steal his findings. The pegasus would just become another one. He didn't miss the blood lust in the pegasus's eyes, and the more rational part of his brain was telling him to not comply but Madoka turned that off. He had stopped listening to that part of him a long time ago. Drawing his dagger close he lifted his lip in the classic Talori f- you gesture. "My fate was determined long before you ever came around." He said as he lunged forward, using his body as a distraction while he swung his dagger from underneath his side up towards the pegasus.
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Bronze dagger gives +15 strength
Writing this while half asleep. Sorry for the crappiness of it ahh
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 7:24:18 GMT -6
antiope
She hadn't acted quickly enough.
The next instant passed slowly as the Guardian descended on her arrogant soldier with furious force. Antiope was in motion as soon as the giant stallion's Blessing began to alter his flesh. The very nature of water was unpredictable, despite the Talorian's fevered obsession with natural order. Antiope wasn't surprised by any tricks its wielders pulled anymore.
As the area exploded into action, Antiope gathered her weight into her haunches and leaped over Whitaker's prone body, bringing her face to face with the larger stallion. She did not spare a glance back for the young pegasus, catching his motion in her periphery as he moved to follow orders. Antiope wouldn't waste precious seconds reprimanding his brashness now. There would be time for it if they made it out of this alive.
The simple task of controlling civilians was turning into something like herding cats. Antiope's threadbare patience was giving way.
Her expression was grave but not furious while she kept her focus on Daemyn, brandishing the blunt handle of her shining pole-arm to strike quickly, non-lethally, at his chest. She advanced while wielding the weapon, unleashing a series of rapid and distracting strikes, attempting to drive the heavy stallion back. Despite her svelte build, her lean frame was packed tightly with the muscle of absolute discipline. Her attacks weren't furious so much as strategic, execute with clear muscle memory. It was not the arrogant outburst of Whitaker or the unbridled rage of Milo-- it was the calculation of a soldier.
It took one to know one.
Antiope didn't break eye contact with Daemyn as she attacked, scanning him for signs of his continued blessing use. Her streamline wings flared backward to either side, hopefully obscuring the soldier's view of her teammates. If all she did was occupy the Guardian while Ouusaldus got things under control and Renata stayed safe, it would be enough. 318 | post 5 |
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 26, 2017 10:51:14 GMT -6
Flaring his wings, Ouusaldus nodded at Antiope's words, moving forward quickly, large wings still spread out slightly. He ignored the situation happening beside him, confident in Antiope to contain the brute and show them that they were not to be trifled with. The stallion was bold, to stay the least. Still, he pressed forward with his own task in mind, eyes focused on the two mares, glancing as Whitaker finally rolled away from the situation and moved towards the child, Ouusaldus' body becoming a wall between the mother and her child. He felt a pang of guilt run through his body, remembering his own mother and his affection for her, the way she had down anything to protect him. He wondered if this mare would do the same, even when faced with a masked pegasus blocking her way. Lifting his head, Ouusaldus surveyed the scene, eyes casting over the various things happening. He could see that Milo was being charged, a knife glistening in the sun. Tensing his jaw, he quickly turned his head back to the two mares in front of him, wings acting a barrier to obscure their view.
Sparing a glance back, Ouusaldus looked towards Milo and the Unicorn again "Milo, get that dagger away from him!" Ouusaldus could do little to help, but he could always watch after the boy and let Whitaker go and help. It would do no good to see Milo gutted, a great loss for the Flock. Clenching his jaw, Ouusaldus flared his nostrils and focused his gaze on the mares before him "Don't try anything." he said gruffly. eyebrows drawing together.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Feb 27, 2017 16:07:17 GMT -6
 TALORI | ENTERTAINER | Aisake | NPC
"Round them up. Whitaker, secure the boy."
Keahi's ears snapped back at that. Threaten her son, would they? Whoever this Whitaker was, he would find that even a blind mare could fight. The Talori might be kind, but they were not weak, not by a long shot. Nervously she listened for Aisake. He was still close beside her, tiny hooves clattering against the cobblestones as he shuffled in place.
A rustle of wings alerted her to another pegasus' presence and she tensed, swinging her head to pinpoint his location.
"Move." His voice was tense and sharp, and judging from Aisake's reaction (a stifled gasp) he was talking to her son. So, this was Whitaker. His wings sounded huge, and he was definitely bigger than she was. There was also that little matter of sight, but she would make do with what she had.
"Run!" she barked at Aisake, praying fervently to any god who was listening that he would find a place to hide quickly enough. And, with as much strength as she could muster, she launched herself at Whitaker, hooves flying and teeth bared. Take her son, would they? Over her dead body.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 28, 2017 0:58:54 GMT -6
My fate was determined long before you came around. The unicorn snapped at him. Milo wasn't quite prepared for something that...deep? Born to die I suppose. I can understand that. The champagne pegasus thought to himself as he sidestepped the stallion coming at him. The dagger, however, came up quickly. It was quite light after all. Being a Weapons Master, Milo knew this. He also knew his long mane was frizzy and full of dreads...that could tangle almost anything in them. He didn't want to grapple with this clearly self-taught sub-par 'warrior' over a letter opener, so he let the thing catch in his mane. A few inches to the right and it would've found a home right in his neck. The dreads were too thick to cut or get anything through, his mother used to try and brush it when he was younger but to no avail. With the finish of the powerful surge to the side, the dagger was ripped from the telekinetic grip of the Talorian and remained caught in the well taken care of dreads of his mane. His neck arched to the side as he aimed a quick bite at the unicorn's shoulder as punishment for the move...or to maybe egg him on.
He then cast a quick glance at Ouusaldus with a surely Milo-esque reassuring smirk smile. There was no way he, a proud, trained warrior of the Flock would go down that easily. He had many plans of destruction to fulfill before he let himself walk with the dead. The herds were a mess. Equines across Hireath were at war over trivialities because their pride or greed got in the way. Hireath needed some humbling, some destruction really worth worrying about and fighting over. Most of what was going on was almost petty in his mind. "Don't worry. I've got it." he called out as he refocused his attention on the unicorn.
"Something tells me you've got nothing to lose, or you wouldn't be picking fights here. With moves like that, you must want to be sleeping with the fishes. Pull something like that again and you will be." his voice boomed as he spread his wings once more similarly to Ouusaldus before he flashed the upper lip back at the unicorn, running his tongue over his teeth as he did so, a mocking gleam in his eye.
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Weapon taken with permission <3
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 28, 2017 1:37:12 GMT -6
Renata | Flock - Apothecary
Her hopes of a peaceful overtaking were quickly burned and tossed out of a window as Withaker roughly acted towards the guardian who wasn't too happy about that. Soon another member of the Talori herd was pulling a knife on them and charging it towards Milo. Renata herself had moved back behind Antiope as ordered, not wanting to get in the way. She didn't feel comfortable with the situation at all, needing to hold back as to not yell at everybody to watch out which she knew would do little good. She had trouble keeping her face schooled, keeping it raised to keep a watch over things while her temple muscles trembled ever so slightly. In her head she was already going over procedures to cover any wounds and she silently regretting not having accepted healing as a blessing when she got the chance. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected though. Had she really assumed the Talorians would just role over and let them do whatever they pleased? She doubted that if they would have been attempted to be taken over, they would have gone so quietly either. She wished for peaceful solutions and yet she knew they were but mere dreams in face of reality.
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Post by tarriedsea on Feb 28, 2017 14:22:09 GMT -6
Whitaker
The boy had been compliant, a small gasp escaping from his lips. Whit's wings easily enveloped him, darkness enclosing the little colt. But then-
"Run!"
And out the corner of his eye, he saw a small- even smaller than him- painted Talori mare charging out of Ouusaldus's grip and in his direction.
Whit puffed his chest, not intending to back down this round. Especially for a measly little mare. Was the heroic mother going to save her son? Whit wasn't going to hurt the boy, of course, just trying to maintain some control over this situation. And I mean, could she even see him? She was much smaller than anyone on this street, including Whit himself. She could be overcome in an instant.
But as she hit him, her ears were forward but her eyes were cast away. Her legs struck in his direction but with little accuracy to his vulnerable parts. As if she was charging-
blind.
"No fucking way."
Her eyes were glassy, he saw, as she got closer. Whit's eyes narrowed but he stifled a laugh. Really? A tiny blind mare trying to outsmart the pegasus? This was pathetic. Talori had brainwashed everyone into thinking they were heroes. Didn't they realize not every story ended in happily-ever-after?
Still, he couldn't bring himself to actually harm her. He was at too far an advantage and while he wanted to bash some skulls today, hers wasn't one of them. It would cause more problems than it solved.
Whit struck her as she made contact with him. He half-reared, his attention now off the colt, and kicked his forehoof into her side behind her elbow.
"We're not here for violence, and we're not here to hurt your offspring." he said, trying to make his voice larger than it actually was. "But challenge our intentions and we'll reconsider."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 14:40:10 GMT -6
conclusion
The next several minutes passed in a shocking blur.
The scream of reinforcements drowned out the opaque hiss of a new carpeting of smoke bombs, and in a flurry of invisible chaos, somewhere in the blackness, the Flight overpowered the city. Antiope's voice carried orders over the din, as the civilians were herded together, pushed back by furious wings and weapons.
One by one, Inaria's citizens-turned-defenders were subdued by the Flock's quick, practiced actions. Madoka, standing fearlessly in the face of his fate, Keahu, unleashing century's of a fearsome mother's instinct, and Daemyn, fighting back with power and precision were restrained, prepared to be smuggled into the jungle. All through the city, scenes like this unfolded similarly as the pegasus insurgents' well-rehearsed plan brought the city to its knees.
The streets were dappled with wailing, and rubble, and an eerie stillness in the wake of the Flight's retreat to the Aerie. Inaria had been holding its breath through the solstice, but its reckoning had taken weeks to come, and passed in the blink of an eye. If your Talori character wasn't mentioned in this post, it's because I didn't know if you wanted them captured or not. Please let me know whether or not you are interested in your character being a captive of the Flight!! Thank you for the great thread everybody; what an intense chapter!!! |
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