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Post by Flarism on Jan 22, 2017 10:48:23 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 305: On Windswept Wings!
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal Team Leader: Perseus
Participants: Ouusaldus, Antiope, Tabitha, Milo, Whitaker, Peregrine, Tansy, Taenreos, Sonador, Renata, Othala
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: The time has come. The day of the sacrifice draws near, and Perseus swears it shall be the last. You will be split into two teams and sent on to Aquore, but your leader first wishes to speak with you. Time of Day: Early Morning |
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Post by Flarism on Jan 22, 2017 12:38:03 GMT -6
He stands before them all, concern and certainty written on his face in equal measure. He is never pleased when he asks his troops to act. And this time, he will join them, leaving his pregnant mate behind. They both know he might not return, but pray the future he creates is better for the child to come. The same hope his troops share, what they all work towards.
"Friends. Allies. We've waited a long time for this."
He lets out a sigh, searching for the right words. "Alya willing, we will wait no more. Let this be the final sacrifice. The final loss of innocent life. We will not allow the water-breathers to continue their crusade against us. We will not continue to be punished for imagined crimes of long-ago equines."
Across the rock he paces, his single metal hoof sounding a firm and comforting thump with every stride. The movement seems to calm him, and his confidence grows, his voice growing more severe, more assured.
"We go now to show them the grave error they made in underestimating us. To show them the anger their actions have caused. No matter the outcome, today is a day they will never forget. A day that will change the fates of all the feathered in Aquore."
Black wings spread, the scar on the left prominant- a reminder of where he had come from. Of what they all fought for, whether they bore wings or not.
"I thank all of you. For standing beside me, for being part of this family. Our road has not been an easy one. With all your efforts, this may be the end of it. Fly swift. Strike hard. Come home."
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Perseus - Vagabond Primary
Post #1 - 284 Words
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 22, 2017 22:22:14 GMT -6
The young stallion was one of the first to arrive when the word was passed around that there was to be another important meeting. Ever since he and a few members of the Flight headed off the Talori Guardians near Torrine, his blood boiled. There was nothing more dangerous than a foe who wholeheartedly believed what they were doing was right and all the loyalty in the world to give. It was clear to him that the Talori were indeed like this, willing to spill their own blood so they could continue spilling others' and pretending it to be righteous. Milo enjoyed bloodshed, but knew it to be true that the act was by no means righteous. As a former Rogue who had been raised on the outskirts of Aquore, being righteous wasn't a concern of his anyway. He would be content with being 'sinful' if his people could go free instead of being caged and murdered like livestock for Talori's god.
Others soon began to populate the area, and Perseus began to speak. His words of their cause were so riveting, so true. They rang through the young warrior's ears like thunder through the mountains. With each step of Perseus' metal hoof, Milo felt his heartbeat quicken. The blood surging through his veins, eager once more to take action. He pawed at the ground beneath his hooves and beat his strong wings to show his approval when the speech concluded then proceeded to wait for his assignment. A family...it feels nice to be a part of one that feels so whole. Even though new faces join us all the time. Then it hit him. What if this is really the end? What comes after that? Milo shook the thought out of his mind. It was better to live in the moment and stay focused. Hopefully he would get to steal a weapon this time...and use it to aide in his overdue bloodbath.
Milo | The Flight
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Post by data-bull on Jan 22, 2017 22:38:26 GMT -6
Sonador | Vagabond | The Flock [Post 1 | Word Count 204] |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 22, 2017 22:38:43 GMT -6
Ouusaldus had found little enjoyment in rousing from his slumber. The early morning sun had filtered through the window, turning the dust that lazily floated through the air into specks of gold, swirling to the ground in delicate movements. Slowly opening his eyes, his mind awakening he had recalled the meeting that had been issued the past day, the thought alone slowly pushing him to rise to his feet. Soft protests had come from the one laying close to him, surely missing the warmth his body provided in the chilly morning. Gently pulling a blanket over her form, he had nuzzled his nose into her pillow of hair, murmuring soft words. They had spent the night talking of all manner of things, lost in each others words. She did not want him to go of course, and he would give anything to stay by her side but The Flock called to him, called for his arms and his wings and for his courage. He wanted a better world for the one who laid beside him, one where innocents weren't murdered as if it were nothing, cast into the sea to be 'reborn'.
And so, it was with soft words that Ouusaldus adorned his mask and scarf, his sins hidden from all but one. With another murmur of goodbye's and loves, Ouusaldus left their quiet home for what might be the last time. He was not afraid though, knowing he would die for a better world, one where she was safe.
It had not taken him long to arrive to the meeting place, slowly making his way through the gathered warriors. He searched for the tell-tale crown that adorned his closest friends head, as well as looking for the grey but strong wings of Tabitha. She was no doubt somewhere besides Perseus; his own personal shadow. It was not long before their pale leader had spoken, Ouusaldus' head raised high as he listened to his words. He felt courage and pride swell into his heart and stomach, warming his trained muscles and lighting another spark in his eyes. When those great black wings spread and Perseus' had finished his farewells, Ouusaldus couldn't help but flare his own wings slightly, head raised proudly as he called "For The Flock!"
He was ready to strike, a fire lit with both determination and a newfound love in his heart.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 22, 2017 23:32:23 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
The day was here. Weeks before she started to feel nervous and restless, maybe because she had felt like that her entire life, every year fearing to be chosen or even worse and have her little brother chosen, or maybe because she knew that after this year nothing would be the same.
She was one of the last to arrive to the meeting Perseus had called for, because she had wasted several precious minutes on deciding which herbs and potions to bring with her. Since that was what she was here for today right? Healing the injured during the fight? Othala is many things but no warrior, so she carried a saddlebag full of medicine on her back to the meeting. She landed quietly behind the already standing crowd and looked for familiar faces.
When she saw Sonador, she remembered their little conversation when he arrived here after his rescue from Torrine.
Will you fight?
Well that was the big question today. But it was not a fight that she feared most, no it was the strong probability to see her family again today. Maybe in the middle of the attack. Having to see the disappointment in their eyes when they realize where their daughter or sister had been over the last months.
Othala shook her head in frustration and tried to concentrate on Perseus words. Seeing the wound on his spread wing brought back the memories of the countless sacrifices she had witnessed in her life. The feeling of helplessness and numbness when she was forced to watch such cruelty.
Come home. With this words the Primary ended his speech and Othala wondered if he only meant the Aerie.
Somewhere in front of her Ouusaldus answered the call of his leader, “For the Flock!”
For the Flock she thought and spread her wings a little with a silent rustle of feathers.
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Wordcount 315
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 23, 2017 9:26:03 GMT -6
Taenreos
Apprentice - The Flight
Taen glanced around, ducking his head shyly when the others turned to look at him. He didn't like the way some of the older members looked at him, either because of his age or his "blessing", he wouldn't know. The majority of the Flight was gathered together, listening to Perseus as he spoke. Taen didn't hear most of it however, though he did get the gist of the speech. Take the Talori down, the time for change.
Most of this was new to him. He never did witness a sacrifice, but from what he heard from the others, he gathered that they were not what he'd wish on any living soul. Taking a pegasus's wings was like taking away the ability to walk. It broke you in more ways than just physically. A call from the crowd, sounding like it came from the masked stallion Ouusaldus, broke him out of his thoughts. Perseus had ended his speech, calls from the gathered equine rising in loo of his silence.
Though he didn't know most of the Flight personally, he knew most of their names since he'd been with them. With him being one of the youngest of the Flock, they couldn't help but introduce themselves to him, one way or another. There was only one face he was looking for however in the mass of bodies and feathers. The rainbow graced Antiope. She was one of the few who he knew more than the rest. He just hoped he was able to be in the same group as she was. He wasn't quiet able to hold his own yet in a fight, proven multiple times in the training sessions that he was told to take, so having someone who definitely knew there stuff around would be especially helpful.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 23, 2017 10:00:40 GMT -6
He knew this day was coming. It had been humming under everyone's feet for the past few weeks, growing in tension and anticipation.
Still, it was way too damn early for this.
Whitaker stifled a yawn as Perseus talked. The white stallion's voice was meant to sound bold and powerful, but Whit couldn't help but wonder if he was taking this just a little too seriously. Surely he didn't think they'd wipe out the entirely of Talori tradition, did he?
Not that Whit was loyal to the Talori cause. He wanted vengeance as much as the next feathered shoulder-friend. But being realistic, Perseus was slinging a heavy responsibility onto their backs.
"We go now to show them the grave error they made in underestimating us."
Out of the corner of his eye he watched Othala. He couldn't help but let his gaze wander over to her whenever she was around. Her existence was magnetic. She was a little late to arrive to this meeting, which made her presence even more obvious. Was she going to fight?
"I thank all of you. For standing beside me, for being part of this family."
Family. That's why he was here.
But he was just a pawn. He had no blood family and no close friends, no reason to seek life over death. He could be useful in the Flock's brigade of warriors because he had nothing to lose. Hell, it would be a better use of his flesh & bone than in the past few years. And he wasn't afraid of bloodshed. If he could die with honor for this family, that would be enough to grant him peace.
He opened his wings slightly, careful not to bump anyone, feeling very small in the midst of all these larger horses who he assumed were much better prepared than he was.
"For the Flock," he mumbled in agreement.
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WC: 313
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Post by MapleEgg on Jan 23, 2017 11:36:16 GMT -6
Tansy Flock Member - Ex-Cleric
I'm skin and bone
Just a king and a rusty throne
Oh, the castle's under siege
But the sign outside says, "Leave me alone."
-Panic! at the Disco
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Family...? Tansy thought cooly as the breeze ruffled the lions pelt she wore nearly everyday. She wore it now of course on this day of days. Her flanks quivered slightly as she stood rather alone, though she knew these horses somewhat she still felt rather alone. Coming back from her mental snap was taking time or at least more than she thought it would. Even Sonador knew these horses better than she and she felt envy at his closeness to Tabitha. Shaking her neck to try and quell the agitation in her being, she could feel the bristling fur of her mane against the pelt. It was coming back nicely but she rather felt like she looked like a dandelion puff. Perseus final few words brought the wondering mind of Tansy back to today.
"Fly swift. Strike hard. Come home."
Her watery eyes looked to their leader. Though she was just a flock member for now, she did have training in the medical arts and could prove valuable in this day. There was already a medic here and she wasn't too sure if anyone else was as well. Shivering again, as the black and gold masked stallion cried out for the flock. Biting back any emotion she raised her head and echoed his words though not nearly with as much fervor.
"For the Flock."
She was changing here, but then again... maybe that really happened back when she was a prisoner in her own herd. No. Not her herd. Not anymore. Her heart ached for the thought of those she felt as family before. Farsight... Zenith.. Kali... Dae... They'd be going there, where they were. Tansy was no fighter, she knew that, but for these horses who quite literally saved her life she would try her best. Her worry filled eyes sought Sonya's, who was by the large grey Tabitha
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 23, 2017 23:44:22 GMT -6
Peregrine | Flight | Post 1
The gray stallion shivered, somewhat from cold, but more from the feelings of adrenaline, fear, and uncertainty rushing through his body, spreading through his veins from limb to limb, like some sort of half-elixir, half poison, invigorating and destroying him with succinct duplicity. It was a feeling he knew well. Flashbacks to Peregrine's last battle filled the Connemara's head. He remembered the pain of being wounded, the thrill of tasting another equine's blood on his teeth, but more than anything he remembered the abject terror, the heart-pounding, body choking, mind numbing horror that was being nearly drowned on dry land. One of the Talorian bastards had wrapped a water ball around the stallion's head, rendering him unconscious, and unable to aid his team mates. Luckily for the group, Peregrine's condition had improved once he was able to force air into his lungs, and the desire to keep kicking struggled to the surface, but the event had left scars on the horse's mind. He had been miserable, assuring himself that he was not fit, not prepared, and not ready to fight alongside the others. Upon his return to the home base, Peregrine had thrown himself into a training routine so intense that he barely had the energy to fly to and from his tree home each night. But it had paid off. The once feminine, curved edges of his flanks and barrel were now hard, glossy muscle. His wing feathers were stouter than ever, and the rippling musculature from his shoulder to wingtips moved with him each time he readjusted his position. Those were the attributes Peregrine would put his faith in. He would not, could not, let down his team once again.
Glancing around, the horse saw familiar, and not so familiar faces. Of course, all the Flock was his family, but he had to admit that the golden sheen of Osuualdous's mask sent a flood of relief-carrying endorphins through his tiny system. Osuualdous had been a bit of a mentor to Peregrine before the last attack, and the gray stallion was still grateful for the efforts. Milo, he recognized too, though with a more bittersweet attitude. The tan stallion was a bit...crazy...and that was putting it nicely. But his bloodlust would be helpful today. These other horses, he had less of a connection with. However, Peregrine vowed that he would gain a connection, as he would have the back of any horse who needed him. Today he would not fail. Fly swift. Strike hard. Come home. He would accomplish this task.
With a swell of pride growing in his tiny chest, the stallion piped up, echoing "For the Flock!" in tune with the others.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 24, 2017 15:29:20 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - apothecary
Renata stood quietly watching as Perseus gave his speech, her eyes and heart both troubled. So the day had finally come. What they had started that faithful day, when Cualli had pulled Perseus out if the waters and they had got him back on his feet, it was finally coming to and end. Her face did little to show her feelings, only her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. Oh, who would have thought that small act of rebellion would ever lead to something like this? She was both thrilled and anxious. And torn, so torn. She glanced at Sonador, wondering how they felt. Did their time in the herd change them? Or did they still feel the same?
She longed for her kind to be free of the practises the Talorians forced upon them. The sick tought that they were somehow lesser. It was wrong and the soltices, celebrating the ritual murder of a fellow horse, she didn't have words for it. Yet as she stood for what they represented, she feared the means to their end. How much would they blur that line between what was right and what was wrong?
A word in Perseus' speech made her tremble slightly, the single world causing great emotion for her. Family. She raised her head high, spreading her wings in responce. This was her family and she would care for it.
Do what has to be done, she told herself. She would be there, not to strike, but to heal. No blood would stain her hooves... or so she wished.
"For the flock," she muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 16:37:58 GMT -6
antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
you're going to wish you hadn't run As she often did in these significant moments, with the Flock's entire population assembled in tense solidarity, Antiope could feel the gaze of history on them. Some actions Perseus had led her to --including the previous year's direct attack on Talori guardians-- had been stamped by eternity, and bored into Aquore's long memory.
It prickled her memory too. She recalled vividly the sacrifice she had witnessed in her far-away girlhood: the drug-addled calm that had dissolved into short and uneven screams, the blood that had slicked the rocks under the young woman's hooves, and the dark hand of a wave that had snatched the falling body from the air. It was astonishing how the details hadn't faded. Her head clouded with the stink of temple incense every time she allowed herself to remember.
Antiope spared one glance at the gathered faces, finding some eager, some afraid, but all resolute. She met eyes briefly with a nervous young apprentice, and gave him a sharp nod before returning her eyes to the natural daius Perseus spoke from. Their memories of this day would be as vivid as any. She lifted her chin, spreading her wings as the Flock's cries rang out, and the movement was accompanied by a bright ripple of iridescent color over her back.
"For us all," was her answer. She looked to Ouusaldus, her friend, appearing contemplative behind his golden mask, and pulled her posture even taller. Today, every Pegasus in Aquore would look to the skies and see freedom in the Flight. While Antiope was never vain, she could not imagine a mark she would rather leave on history than that of justice's harbinger. 277 words | post 1 |
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 28, 2017 17:12:35 GMT -6
Every time the Flock gathered, Tabitha felt nothing but pride swell in her breast. Each time she would recall their early days, when their numbers were small and they were nothing but a whisper on Alya’s winds. Each time she was reminded of how far they had come. Twenty two years of hardwork and dedication. Perseus was a leader like no other. His words inspired and moved the crowd of pegasi, rallying them all for the fight that was to come. His confidence gave reassurance to those who followed his cause.
“For the Flock!” Tabitha shouted, joining in with the voices of her fellow Flock members. “And may Talori feel the wrath of all pegasi!”
Sonya’s nicker greeted her ears and she looked to the smaller gelding, a man whom she considered both friend and lover. His unease was not without reason.
“Yes,” she replied simply.
She had faith, in Perseus and her fellow Flock members. What they were to do would make history, whether it would as planned or not. Talori would come to rue the day.
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Post by Flarism on Feb 2, 2017 18:04:34 GMT -6
His people. His friends, his children. He prayed he would see each face gathered here again once the day reached its end. Some had been with him since the beginning. Some had only just been drawn into the fold. He loved each and every one. His heart would bear the burden of sending them into danger.
"Some of you will fight. Keep the streets under control. Keep the guards busy. Antiope, I trust you to lead them well."
His eyes scanned the crowd, etching each face (masked or not) into his memory.
"The rest will defend those most vulnerable. There is a grain barn near the city center. Bright red, its color should stand even through the smoke. Find every pegasi you can and gather them there. If I fail, if I fall... your duty is to get them to safety. The Talori will punish all with wings for my actions. Peregrine, I leave this in your hooves."
His eyes closed, and he drew in a long breath. The scent of stone, the fresh breeze. The calm before the storm.
"Go now, my friends."
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Perseus - Vagabond Primary
Post #2 - 184 Words
 The family splits, each hoping it is not the last time they see eachother. Pray, winged fellows, that this spells the end of the struggle. Perseus and Tabitha head to Talori Plot 301: The Threat Remains Antiope, Ouusaldus, Milo, Whitaker, and Renata head to Talori Plot 303: To Know Thy Enemy Peregrine, Tansy, Taenreos, Sonador, and Othala head to Vagabond Plot 306: Order out of Chaos (give the Talori characters a chance to post once or twice first). |
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