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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 20, 2016 4:05:34 GMT -6
Dinah | Paladin
In her many years as a pit fighter, Dinah had never experienced such utter, devastating chaos- never had she fought with so many pressing, panicked bodies, nor with air that was sucked from your lungs and left burning ash in its wake. Never had there been explosions, the sound of screams in the streets, or such a lack of sounds from the stands. It was nothing like any day she had ever spent in the pit.
And for all that, it did not matter. The moment her hooves dug in to that sand, Dinah was ripped backwards in time. A younger, stronger, more emotional version of herself struggled to break free, to wrest control of her body and set loose the emotions that she'd long since locked away. Not forgotten, no, but contained. They could be examined, carefully, but they were not to be given free rein.
And so it was that the appaloosa found herself fighting two battles; even as she streaked across the sanguine arena towards the massive Noble brute, a violent, silent match rolled and flared in her breast. Aureate eyes narrowed as Dinah narrowed her concentration, a forceful push of will that tamped down the treacherous memories.
She was not a slave. She was not a slave. She was not a slave!
And she would not let that stallion murder any more of her-
A sudden shift in the curtain of smoke, and Dinah stumbled, coughing. And then was sent spinning wildly as another larger body clipped her own. Invisible she may be, but that didn't make her intangible. Especially if she was unable to dodge the horses who couldn't see her.
Dinah rolled in the sand, temporarily flashing in to view as she lost control of her invisibility and rising to her hooves with a mighty lurch, neck snaked low and forelegs splayed. The horse who had struck her was a large blue roan stallion, and clearly a Aodhian. And he had blood on him. She had little doubt that it was Vindicator blood. Your ash on the wind, Dinah thought viciously, one her favorite insults. Seroran in origin, she thought. But she did not say it aloud. She did not waste time in petty displays and bravado.
No, Dinah was already leaping forward, whirling at the last moment and sinking her hind hooves in to the stallion's side with incredible force, whipping them away again in a flash of brown. Aodh scum.
She would not have recognized, would not have claimed the fire that burned within her own sharp, glittering shards of eyes.
Distantly, Dinah was aware of that other great big brute, the black unicorn, as he thundered past, intent on Little Bird, but the Paladin had eyes only for her own opponent, as blood dripped slowly from her lips.
And in her mind, the crowd roared its approval.
I am not a slave.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Feb 23, 2016 18:18:14 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
'Ah shit.'
That was Evalynn's first thought when she saw a fresh swarm of Vindicators burst into the crumbling pit. Turning her head away from the breach to look at the newcomers, she just glimpsed one of them disappearing from sight. 'Great. One of those blasted Vindicators can turn themselves invisible.' She looked at the others as, seconds after the one horse faded, they jumped into action. So the invisible one was the leader of the group? Great.
A shrill whinny, sounded like a young voice, pierced the air for all of a second before cutting off ominously. Evalynn whipped her head around, trying to locate where the sound had come from, but didn't know where to look as it seemed like all the sounds in the pit were just bouncing off all the broken remains of pillars, and rocks. Her eye caught a gleam though, and as she looked over to where the other three had been corraling the vagabonds, she watched in horror as a young- now limp- body slid from Kanu's horn. Oh god, it had to have been an accident. Kanu wouldn't... wouldn't murder a foal! A fresh wave of horror and desperation were now added into the mix of swirling emotions that were filling Evalynn's racing heart.
But she would not have time to deal with them, as Kanu attacked one of the new vindicators, she watched as another one sped towards the two, going to gang up on Kanu. With an apologetic glance back at Isador, Evalynn bunched her muscles and sprinted towards the trio, and let out a guttural whinny as the new mare sent a harsh buck in Kanu's direction.
As soon as Evalynn was close enough, she spit out a lick of flames just in front of the mares face, forcing her attention on the angry Blacksmith. "Hey! Just couldn't wait for your own fight, huh? Well come on!" With that, Evalynn jumped forward, and with an awkward thrust, went to bite at the mares' shoulder. Oh Ignacio, was she stupid. She didn't know how to fight against an opponent who could actually fight back, Gods' only knew if this mare had a blessing as well. But still, her lack of fight knowledge would not stop her from trying to help. 'Perhaps I can talk Ghost into teaching me some defense moves after this is all over.'
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Post by carichimera on Feb 24, 2016 5:18:39 GMT -6
Mathias || Stallion || Slave trader || 18 hh
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Bloody sand caked hooves thudded as the massive stallion struggled to hold back the beaten vindecators, giving harsh kicks to those who grew too close. But what he was doing right? Mathias struggled internally as he felt shard hooves dig into his forelegs. "They were freeing the slaves, is that not what i work towards? A world where all equines are equal..." it had been getting worse lately, he found himself looking down on slaves, snapping at them more and he couldn't help but wonder if he were... becoming his father.
Mathias was shaken, even more so when he spotted what Kanu had done. Hatred, overwhelming hatred, sadness and disgust overcame the slave trader. A child's body lay mangled and lifeless in the dirt as the Noble Lord fought past, the blood of the freshly slain foal still dripping from his horn. Mathias left the other vagabonds and walked to the child's side, green eyes fixed on the lifeless body. In a fit of rage, the big stallion kicked at nothing, his massive hooves barely missing a nearby horse, he spouted curses and insults at the unicorn stallion "MURDERER!! SCUM WITH A TITLE, An innocent child-" with a heaving growl he charged after Kanu with nothing be pure hatred fueling him, but he suddenly collided with another horse, dazing him slightly. It took a moment to get his bearings back, but as soon as he did, he felt a sharp kick to his side impact him, causing him to take a step back.
A dark coated mare, partially invisible stood before him, rearing to fight. With a heave, Mathias bowed his head and charged into her side, trying to avoid kicking or biting. "This isn't the way to go about this!! Look at all the death you have caused! So what if you free a few slaves? The ones you failed to free will be treated twice as worse now!" The stallion yelled over the chaos, not sure if the mare could even hear him, though he doubted she would even care for his words. "Your attack drove a maniac to murdering a youth! A child! If that is what you are fighting for then i suppose you have won the day, lass." He reared and clenched his teeth, ready to go head to head with this Palladin.
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WC: 388
PC: 3
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 26, 2016 2:41:46 GMT -6
Isador | Adviser
Isador was starting to feel... well, not good about this, no, but optimistic. Yes, that was a good word for it. Many of the vindicator scum had escaped, no small amount due to the fact that Lord Kanu had gone savage and for every blow he struck, twice as many equines were able to slip past him.
But with Simeon and Evalynn, the breach was largely under control now, and while it didn't look like he had achieved the sort of victory he had wanted (all of these invaders should be in chains, by the flame) he was able to turn his attentions toward assisting the fleeing Aodhian citizens, getting them through the wall and into the dubious safety of the streets. Trusting his slave to protect his back (such a good investment she was!) Isador strained to shift a pile of rubble, allowing the stallion trapped beneath it to escape.
Sides heaving (this menial work was so beneath him, he was going to be having very sharp words with the other advisers about this) Isador raised his eyes to take in the Crucible again. It seemed as if the situation was winding dow-
Through the smoke, Isador distinctly saw Lord Kanu shaking the body of a foal off of his horn. Burning bloody embers. There was no doubt that the great stallion was an asset in this melee, but killing foals... that wasn't something that would be easy to keep a lid on. Best shut it down; events were largely under control now.
"Simeon," Isador began, but the slave had turned away from him. Why wasn't she paying attention to him? "Simeon!" Isador snapped, but he had followed her gaze.
The Paladin! He knew who she was, of course he did, she and her ridiculous band of arsonists were the burr in Aodh's hide. Public enemy number one, and she was right- where the embers did she go?
DAMN those bloody air Blessings!
"Take her, take her alive!" Isador told Simeon. "She'll be dangerous but nothing you can't handle-" but the adviser was interrupted again as Evalynn plunged away from them. Isador gritted his teeth, but that was commoners for you. At least she was still fighting... just not following orders. He had little time to ponder this however, as in a spray of sand, a dust-coloured stallion suddenly staggered to a halt in front of Simeon.
Isador arched a carefully coiffed brow. Really? Really?
"Obviously a vagabond, look at the state of his coat," Isador said to Simeon, shaking his head. He cast cool eyes on Ithran. "If you were an Aodhian, you would know that Simeon here is one of the greatest pit fighters we have; her name is spoken in every home." He shook his head again. "Pathetic. Simeon, take him down but don't waste your time, then get the Paladin. Get her for me, and you will want for nothing." They both would. And then Isador leaped away, defending the breach from a vagabond intent on escape.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 26, 2016 3:20:56 GMT -6
Dinah | Paladin
Ah, this stallion was one of Dinah's least favorite types. He was large (very large!) and he was fast, for his size. Many large stallions were strong, powerful and slow. But Dinah suddenly found herself having to move very quickly indeed to dodge a lunge from the great brute, and she wasn't entirely successful; he clipped her. Staggering, Dinah managed to fade in to near-invisibility as she recovered her balance. In this smoke and chaos, near-invisibility was more than enough.
The stallion, having attacked her, seemed content to flap his lips. Dinah fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead keeping them trained on her opponent as he lectured her. Aodhians, honestly.
"Spoken as one who has never been a slave," she said coolly, circling the roan as she spoke, trusting the blowing wind and sand to obscure her. He didn't appear to be a Noble; more's the pity. Dinah did enjoy the taste of Noble blood. "So what if a few slaves are freed? So what? Perhaps you should ask those who are freed if it mattered to them." No matter what he was currently talking to a freed slave, but Dinah did not bother to disclose the information. He wasn't worth it. "If you think that your slaves don't wish for freedom every day, if you think your slaves wouldn't gladly suffer beatings for a chance at freedom, if they wouldn't suffer death as a better alternative..." She shook her head. "You disgust me." And perhaps some of her emotions (damn them!) had escaped their cage, for Dinah suddenly lost the hold on her invisibility, and the stallion wasted no time lunging for her. Again, Dinah evaded only by the barest sliver. It wasn't often another horse made her feel small, but it was only the disparity in their sizes that lent her the agility to do so.
"You are blind," Dinah hissed, and then she turned on her hindquarters and took off, leaving Mathias in her wake. There was no more time to battle this gargantuan fool; she had drawn blood, that would be enough for now. Time to get the hell out. She could see Freya and Littlebird dealing with that lunatic unicorn; where were Godric and Ithran? She plunged in to the smoke.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Feb 26, 2016 5:09:19 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
The Noble faltered at the Vindicator's retaliation, wing hitting him fair in the side. It didn't do enough to properly knock him over though, and he shook his head at his opponent, malicious grin upon his blood soaked lips. Icy blue eyes watched as the Pegasus roan fled just enough to be a safe distance from Kanu, at least long enough to spit those venomous words at him. He could feel her anguish, her want to make everything right. And it only filtered through him like a bucket with a hole in the bottom. From one ear, through his tangled mind and out the other like a centipede, her words fell and spiraled down into a pit into his stomach where bile rose and festered. To him he heard nothing; her lips were moving but her voice was coming out static, like white noise hitting the inside of a television screen, trying to be heard as something real. To Kanu, this was not real. This was a nightmare, and the Pegasus across from him was nothing but a pawn in this game.
Suddenly, a profound insult hit him, and he could only turn for a second before hooves met his flesh, sending ripples through his skin. He fell onto one knee, front right leg outstretched before him. He- as though everything was moving in slow motion- dragged the sharp tip of his horn across the sand, head moving in toward his chest before he flung his gaze upward, eyeing the two mares. Suddenly another mare entered the equation, Evalynn. Kanu could recognize her as a blur of white and brown as his vision became unsettled, un-grounded. A tendril of flames could be seen, and before he knew it, the winged roan was on her own again. But Kanu didn't know for how long, and so with one last grimace he jumped to his hooves and charged the mare, who seemed to be occupied by her friend suddenly engaging in battle with the Aodhian mare.
With head down, Kanu pushed his shoulder forward, leaping into the mares side. He didn't know what he hit, but he heard a loud crack, and that to him was good enough. He went down with her, large body landing atop hers. Quickly, he gathered himself and leaped from the perimeter that he figured her wings could reach, in case she instinctively lashed out with them.
"Beat me!" He screamed, voice breaking mid-way through. His blood was hot, burning through his skin and bubbling at the collision with air. His eyes not only looked cold and lost, but saddened, regretful. He couldn't be stopped, not unless it was by force. He wanted to be beaten, he needed someone- anyone to bash his skull in so he could be rid of this demon for at least a moment long enough to be taken away from this place. Taken away from this nightmare.
WC: 485
PC: #6
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Feb 26, 2016 7:30:35 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
Little Bird could see that her words were getting no where with the beast that this chaos had unlocked within the Noble. Instead, the blood-thirsty gaze plastered on his face remained. 'Damn it so much for trying to keep him busy.' She thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. The only way to finish this would be to fight. Maybe if she got in a lucky shot, she could knock him out or something. Killing him would be her last option. If things took a turn for the worse and she thought that he was going to kill her, then and only then would she resort to that. 'Dio, I promise I'll make it back to you. Whether I'll be in one piece or not is still pretty debatable though.' Just as her silent promise to her love left her mind, she heard screaming profanities and whipped her head around in time to see Freya's dark body collide with the stallion and sending him onto a knee. Little Bird sighed in relief at the sight of her friend, offering her a small smile as Freya came toward her. "Thanks for that. I'll be fine... after we take care of him." She said, her normally warm, brown eyes turning toward Kanu with a cold stare. Flames sparked in front of Freya's face before she even got another chance to help though, and the other Vindicator was dragged off to fight another Aodhian. 'Well damn.' The roan mare turned her attention back to her opponent just in time as he launched another attack, leaping into her side with his massive frame. Little Bird through up a small force field just in time to take some of the impact though the shield cracked loudly in response to the huge weight put onto it. She could feel herself tumbling though and before she could catch herself, the stallion was on top of her. Bunching up her muscles, she rolled with her momentum and popped up to face him again. Her ears pinned at his scream that broke emotionally, but it was the look in his eyes that made her pause for just a moment longer. Some of the monstrous anger that had been there had been replaced by sadness as well as something that she hadn't been expecting to see at all: regret. She snorted, shaking out her mane as adrenaline pumped through her body, allowing her to ignore her pain and fatigue. "As you wish!" Little Bird yelled back with a knowing nod of her head. She had to stop him, not only for the safety of her fellow Vagabonds but also for his own. She threw up another force field as she galloped toward him at full speed. This time, she aimed the force field at his horn, knocking his head back dramatically while she barred her teeth, grabbing the vulnerable flesh of his neck in her mouth. Knock him out, knock him out, knock him out. She reminded herself over and over, pushing back the anger that boiled inside of her. Not for him specifically but for the pain he had caused to his victims. They had died by his horn or laid bleeding in the dirt while they got trampled by hooves. Her grip tightened on his flesh like a rapid dog. She needed to end this to protect everyone still standing in the Pit, and she could feel her mind harden with determination as focused her mind to send her small force field to hit him repeatedly in his hard skull. Word Count: 595
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 27, 2016 16:20:07 GMT -6
Godric|Vindicator
Godric turned to face the stallion he had blundered into, breathing heavily as he stopped to observe him. He stumbled slightly, tripping over his own hooves. Things were moving too fast, too loud; his mind couldn't keep up. He could hear the screaming, the shouting of innocents wrapped up in this ugly war. Sounds overlapped each other and Godric swore he could hear the roar of the crowd, the rhythm of hooves stomping and cheering, applauding those who were forced to fight for their entertainment. Godric wondered where he would be standing if he had never escaped Aodh. Fighting for his life against those who owned him? dead on the streets? or maybe dead a long time ago from going to far, for not following orders. He would never be a slave to these nobles, never.
With a snarl, Godric bore his teeth and charged at the older stallion, rearing and striking his hooves against his chest, teeth snapping for anything. "I would rather die than serve the likes of you!" he yelled, proclaimed really, jumping back. He shook his head "You nobles are so lost in your own heads, so oblivious to the world and people around you." Godric shook his head "but I will not die to today, and I will never let you take away my freedom" With his last words, Godric glanced around at his teammates, his eyebrows furrowing.
With a last shout, Godric charged past the stallion, past the lunatic that Little Bird was dealing with, past the bodies of the dead slaves and vindicators, blood flowing along the sands of the crucible. He charged at the still smoking hole but slide to a stop at the sight of the bodies, his ears ringing. He took shallow breathes, licking his lips as he eyes drifted over the body of a foal. How could this be possible? Had the vindicators caused so much death, or had it been the Aodhians? maybe it was both their faults that these lives would never get to flourish. Godric shook his head and gritted his teeth.
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Post by PeculiarVixen on Mar 1, 2016 23:26:31 GMT -6
Freya|Vindicator Edited*
'It was at that moment Freya knew.. She F***** up'
Right as Freya bucked the scarred up Aodhian a hostile whinny caught her attention, "Oh shit." She tensed as she saw an 18hh painted mare barreling towards her, teeth bared and ready to draw blood. Just then a spurt of fire singed part of her forelock and stunned her temporarily, but unfortunately it was long enough for the mare to sink her teeth into Freya's shoulder. Freya yelped and reared up on this unknown mare, " Why would you run to aid a piece of shit being like that filth?! " She shouted towards her as she sent a cold glare at the downed stallion. "You should've ran to that child instead! You pathetic Aodhians don't know the value of life!" She snapped before lunging for the new mare's throat but missing. 'Damn.. she hurt my shoulder bad..' she thought to herself before sizing this mare up, finding and pinpointing weak spots along with her strengths, 'Fire manipulation.. check... Giant.. check.. Agile.. hmm..'
Freya then walked in and circle around the mare before faking an attack and sliding under her, managing to nick her underbelly with her own hooves. Standing back to her hooves Freya felt off balanced and realized how much blood she was losing when she moved too much, Meaning.. if she continued to fight she would eventually kill over.
"Here's the deal big girl, How about you tell me where your lovely King is and I'll let you walk away scotch free.. my leader and I only want a word about your herd's... trafficking." She attempted to rationalize and maybe strike a deal with her, let's see how far that gets.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Mar 7, 2016 14:49:49 GMT -6
Ithran could feel his body rebelling, injured leg trembling traitorously under him as he stood in front of the pit fighter, Simeon. He'd made a mistake. That wasn't unexpected, really; just frustrating. He was about to run for it when a noble with an air of command began speaking to him. If the situation hadn't been so serious, Ithran would have rolled his eyes at the stallion's comments about his coat. The horse barely bothered to dismiss him before moving on, ordering the pit fighter to "take him down." Ithran closed his eyes and drew in a breath. He could try and continue the facade... no, that was idiotic. Frankly, this was all idiotic, but he wasn't certain what else to do. He sighed and glanced at Simeon, looking up ever so slightly.
"Well, looks like I'm in a bit of trouble here." Ithran stared at the fighter and realized how faint he felt. How much blood had he lost? "Any possibility of just... letting me go?" He tilted his head, grinning slightly with a cockiness he definitely didn't feel. He had no intention of just leaving her to go after Dinah, but perhaps, if he could hide what strength he had, she would underestimate him. Unfortunately there was little to underestimate, but you used what you had. What did he have? He was shorter than she was by a good hand, he was injured, and she was sure to have more combat training. What did that leave him with? He sighed softly, the noise lost in the din of battle around him.
At the moment, what he had was the advantage of surprise. He launched himself at Simeon.
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ooc: surprise as in she won't be expecting him to attack (at least, that's his idea lol). Poor kid, he tries too hard cx
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Mar 7, 2016 16:00:17 GMT -6
Ron sneered at the vindicators words. “Aodh will have you pay for the wreckage you have caused. When you play with fire, you will be bu-.” His words were cut short as the stallion charged him. Ron quickly swerved, just narrowly missing a blow to the head, only to be struck in the chest. The blow had him winded..
“Vindicator scum!” Ron managed scream at the stallion, his voice cracked, and then he coughed. His sides heaved. Was he really that out of shape? He felt a small bit of embarrassment, somewhat upset that he had not made as great of an effort as the others (although hadn't done much either, which made him feel a bit better - and at least he hadn’t gone berserk and lost control of himself). He watched the stallion gallop away, and made no effort to chase him. The vindicators were retreating, and although his efforts to stop them might have seemed small, he at least helped.
His attention shifted to the others. They were still fighting. The least he could is help them. He noted Isador was making an effort to control a vindicator trying to escape, and so he decided to aid him with that.
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Post by Queerly on Mar 19, 2016 3:58:09 GMT -6
Ithran's actions weren't foolish. Well- you could call it foolish where his well-being was concerned, but the fact remained that his desperate gambit have accomplished its goal. He had wanted to reroute Simeon's attention, to shatter the concentration that kept her eyes tracking the Paladin's translucent form, and by the gods he had done it. His approach wrenched her gaze towards him, and in doing so, she lost her original target and had little hope of finding it again. Not in this smoke and dust, at any rate.
With the stallion coming at her full charge, Simeon had braced herself, readying for impact and the taste of blood on her teeth. The joke was on her, though, for not only did her would-be opponent slide to a stop, but he started talking. This struck the mare as so entirely bizarre that he could have said anything at all and she would have been slack-jawed, staring at him in irate bemusement. But of course what he said wasn't just anything. The Vindicator (and of course he was a Vindicator, she'd seen him spill through the exit alongside his boss) was trying to pull a fast one.
Still silent, still gaping, Simeon didn't move save to let one ear flick towards Isador as the nobleman spoke. He gave his order- Simeon only just resisted making eye contact- and then he was off, leaving her to contend with Ithran alone.
"I mean, I'd consider it." She told him, because really, 'take him down' could be interpreted in several ways. So long as he wasn't fighting anyone anymore, the stupid git could be considered out of commission and Isador would just have to damn well deal with it, wouldn't he--
But then he'd bloody lunged at her, and even though she'd yet to let her guard down, Simeon wasn't so prepared that she was able to dodge. She was bad at dodging in the first place, really, given her bulk; she relied on her strength and sheer mass to get the job done, and she was pleased at least to hear the satisfying smack of their bodies colliding. Less so with the teeth on her coat, though.
"Fuckin'- blowin'- excuse of a feather!" She snarled, twisting, her flesh and fur tearing beneath the Vindicator's teeth. She arched her neck, her own teeth finding the stallion's crested neck and coarse mane on her tongue as she gripped him, hard, and threw him from her person. He did not go sailing as spectacularly as the first horse she'd thrown that day; in fact he hardly went through the air at all. Nonetheless, their entanglement had ended as quickly as it had begun, and perhaps now she could-
Something in the corner of her eye flickered, just the palest whisper of a form. Simeon did not take the time to look twice, to confirm what she knew: the Paladin was making a break for the exit. And that, that took priority. With a great snort that blew ash from her nostrils, Simeon spun upon her hind legs and launched herself at the glimmer in the smoke.
She did not plan to flank her. She did not plan to block her path. No, Simeon relied on her sheer mass, and so she was going to plow into her with all the force of a full gallop.
And so she did.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Mar 20, 2016 16:20:30 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
" Why would you run to aid a piece of shit being like that filth?! "
Evalynn forced herself not to flinch at the words, especially the ones immediately after about the foal. Instead, she twisted her body to dodge the mares teeth, hearing the snap of her teeth, and feeling the air 'whoosh!' as she barely missed taking a chunk out of Evalynn's neck.
Oh, I am definitely having Ghost teach me a few things once I get out of this hellish nightmare of an evening!
Evalynn lashed her now unbraided tail, causing a soft whipping sound, and glared at the mare. "As if you could talk about the value of life! How many horses do you think you Vindicators slaughtered in that blast?! How many of them were innocent? Don't you dare think you can take the high moral ground here. There's just as much blood on your hooves as there are ours." She was about to verbally tear into the mare, when the mare suddenly slid underneath her and landed a painful kick to her belly, and Evalynn let out a startled, and pained if she were admitting it, shout.
Then the mare backed off, and started talking again. Evalynn narrowed her eyes at the mare as she spoke, the blacksmith's face contorting with anger as the mare continued to speak. "Scotch free, my over-sized ass!" She noticed the stream of blood that was steadily pouring down the mares shoulder from her previous bite. Perhaps the vindicator was trying to buy herself time. But whether she was trying to buy time, or think that Evalynn was actually stupid enough to give her King away, there was no way she was getting away easy- if at all.
"I would never let any of your pathetic group of mongrels anywhere near my King, and you're a fool to think you can try and appeal to me like that." As soon as she spoke her last word, she let the buzzing energy of her adrenaline fuel her muscles as she fearlessly sprung towards the mare, aiming her body to the mares' right side, than twisting and ramming her shoulder into the mare's left side, striking out with her teeth again, pouring as much of her anger and strength into the bite as she could, as she called upon her second blessing- lightning manipulation. She could only pray to Ignacio that the strike was enough to stun the mare, as fresh as her blessing was, or at least disorient her.
Without stopping, she turned and reared up, flashing a couple fresh cuts on her stomach from the kick, and struck out with her hooves, hoping like hell that she was able to land a kick. Seriously, how the hell did Ghost aim?!
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Post by Jennycallie on Mar 22, 2016 1:29:32 GMT -6
Dinah | Paladin
If Dinah were anyone else, she might have taken a moment, just one, to appreciate the irony of the situation.
"You are blind", she tells her opponent, her very large opponent.
And then she promptly gets blind-sided by an even larger opponent. Irony, indeed. But Dinah was not anyone else, she was the Paladin, and she had no moment to devote to starborn irony. No, she flashed straight through to rage.
Stupid, weak, slow- the appaloosa was berating herself, even as she rolled through the sand painfully. Clamping an iron lid on her emotions, Dinah managed to fade in to partial invisibility as she heaved to her hooves- but it was difficult to hold, as she gasped for breath and faced her opponent for the first time. Dinah half expected to see that she had been hit by a piece of the bloody Crucible wall, but her hopes were extinguished as she met the gaze of a massive grey mare.
Knowing her control was weakened, Dinah kept moving in the shifting smoke and sand, prowling cautiously as she gauged the mare in front of her. She was devoid of all ornamentation save for a bridle... a bitted bridle. A slave, then. Ah, this must be Simeon.
Bloody fantastic.
Dinah stopped moving, lifted her head. Her bridleless head. She was suddenly calm.
"Come with us," she said. "Be free." Golden eyes bore steadily in to Simeon's, as Dinah waited.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Mar 22, 2016 19:56:38 GMT -6
Ithran felt his teeth connect in the fighter’s slick hide, a jolt of victory lasting just as long as it took for the mare to get her teeth in his mane, flinging him away with massive force. He flew backwards, tumbling several feet away from the mare and landing heavily on his injured leg, which twisted with a snap and sent him completely off his feet. Dust blew up in a cloud around him as he rolled.
In seconds he was back on his hooves, the pain in his hind leg tripled, the wound bleeding more heavily. Simeon had collided with Dinah, but they weren’t fighting yet, and he was in no shape to help. Thankfully, she’d thrown him in the direction of the entrance, leaving him with only another hundred yards or so. He started to move towards the entrance, but hesitated.
Around him his team still fought. Freya seemed to have lost quite a bit of blood, Little Bird was handling herself perfectly well, and Godric… he couldn’t see Godric in the dust.
No, wait. The black stallion had just charged out of the arena. Reluctantly he realized he could be of no further help to his team in this fight. He followed the older horse, exchanging the dust, chaos, and blood inside the arena for the hidden carnage running invisible in the streets of Aodh’s capitol. This venture, while not a total failure, would bring many to grief in the next few weeks, but he hoped it had done some good, and would lead to a free future for all the many slaves.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Mar 24, 2016 21:20:50 GMT -6
Kanu | Noble Lord
As the stallion fell, the world around him grew slow, motionless, as though he were suspended in time. His mind had melted, theoretically, to hot magma spilling through his nostrils in the form of thick, red, blood. Everything that made up his being ached, begged to be separated from him, from the monstrous being he was now engulfed by. His muscles were on fire, writhing beneath his red stained fur. As the Vindicator pushed him down, using her protective shield to push him deep in the sand, her hooves jabbing at him, her teeth snapping. It was ironic, how now that she was with the power, she looked just like he did. Savage. She believed so fervently in justice, and yet here she was teaching others that killing was wrong, by killing the one who'd done the killing.
Although she was strong now, in the lead, brutally on top of him, bashing his head in, he was still able to fight back. There was still so much pent up energy roiling inside him. He felt like the host for a million small, furious insects burrowing through his skin to get free. The only way he could satiate this feeling was with his body, his legs, fighting and squirming beneath Little Bird's grasp. For a moment he'd rolled out from under her, rising to his feet like a hot air balloon filling with heat, wild flames in his icy blue eyes. At this stage his eyes were bruised, swollen shut. He could barely see, the world that was not blurred was now oozing with blood. It was evident that he was not fit to fight anymore, his time was up, he should stop. But he couldn't. The war was not over, there was still risk of stray Slaves being stolen against their will, the Vagabonds were still ravaging the arena like cicadas feasting upon a farmers crops. It could not go on.
He wobbled, he heaved blood, spitting it from his cheeks and onto the ground. His nostrils flared, even barely able to breath out of them due to them being clogged with scabby fluid. Despite these draw-backs, he launched forward, head awkwardly tilted downward. But, before he could hit Little Bird, another Vagabond catapulted into his side, knocking him down like a house of cards with the slightest breeze. He let out a gurgle, that eventually turned into a yell as he attempted to sit back up, teeth gnashing. But, it was no use, within seconds there was at least 6 of them advancing on him, Little Bird included. He knew, somewhere in his empty mind, that he was not going to win this time. He took the punches and the bites, lying limp as they served it to him. With some form of decency, one he'd never expected in a million years, they left him alive. He was only barely hanging on, ribs broken, skin split and eyes un-moving. Everything went blank, he no longer felt anything, it was as though he was floating in a deprivation tank, in a void of empty longing.
He prayed that he would not wake up to the things he had done.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Mar 25, 2016 7:04:12 GMT -6
Little Bird | Vagabond | Vindicator
Little Bird was trying her hardest to keep the large stallion down, using her self-created shield to hopefully knock him out before she had to resort to harsher measures. She didn't want to kill him; gods no, she didn't want to stoop to that level. But she wasn't about to be the one to be killed, and if that meant being a little rougher than usual in trying to sedate the Noble, then she would do so because she too had a family to return to after this. Someone that would be expecting her, and she wasn't about to let them down. Little Bird noticed how her eyes blurred slightly while she was fighting to keep Kanu in the dirt. What was this? Had she been hit? The blurriness wasn't red like blood would have been though. She was crying. This had all gone horribly wrong. Bodies of Vagabonds and Aodhians alike littered the ground, and now to see herself creating swelling bruises and cuts on this stallion's skin, she lost control of her emotions. In that lapse of judgement, Kanu got out from underneath her, and she darted away as quickly as she could, staring her opponent down despite the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks, creating rivers of tears through the dirt and grime on her face. Little Bird winced at the sight of him: the way his eyes were nearly swollen shut, the blood that was plastered all over him. She shook her head. She wouldn't fight him like this. He looked like if he could be blown over by a gust of air, but before she could open her mouth, another Vindicator slammed into him, and then another and another. Several of them were on top of him: biting, scratching, kicking the fallen stallion. The roan mare galloped over, pushing one of the Vindicators off of him. "Stop! He's not moving anymore. He's finished! You're just killing him!" Little Bird shouted over the fighting, her voice breaking emotionally. Eventually, she got all of their attention and with a deep breathe, she spoke, "There are others that are still in danger. Be useful, and help them." As they galloped off, the pegasus mare walked closer to the fallen Noble, making sure that he was still breathing, and a sighed of relief escaped her at the sight of the rise and fall of his chest. At least, he wasn't dead, but he might wake up and wish he was later. "Stay down. This will all be over soon, and someone will come to help you. You've caused a lot of pain today... but so have I. Maybe in time, we'll learn to live with what we have done." Little Bird sighed, looking at all of the bloody wounds that she had before turning her attention to the fighting around her. Everyone was occupied, and the opening out of the arena was wide open. She was far too winded at the moment to fly out of here, so this would be her best option at the moment. With a final glance down at the stallion, Little Bird took off toward the arena's exit. She wanted to go home, to sleep for an eternity, to stop thinking about all of this for a little while, to see the smile on her love's face. Word Count: 554
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Post by Queerly on Mar 27, 2016 1:52:31 GMT -6
Frozen.
Simeon had heard the cliche a hundred times, spilled from the lips of novice warriors and traumatized civilians with glassy eyes. In that moment, time stopped, they said. Well, Simeon had kicked her way out of more situations than she could count, and the mare reckoned she could count pretty high. Not once had she ever experienced a moment stretch towards oblivion, or a breath last to infinity. She'd always thought the expression was... well, was just that, some banal saying.
Yet there she stood, frozen in place. The Crucible was coming down and Valore's citizens were screaming their heads off, but all that noise might as well have been miles away. Simeon didn't hear it. Her whole world had narrowed to a pinprick, to a pair of golden eyes and a head unbowed.
Come with us.
To feel the sand beneath her hooves. To look upon a sky unblemished by the spires of a city. To be free of the bit between her tightly clamped teeth.
Be free.
To touch her sons' faces again. To bend the knee at Alya's shrine. To feel the desert on her fur as she slept, the galaxy smeared overhead.
She could do it. Who among Isador's team could match her strength? They were nobles, softened by luxury and fat from their gourmet feasts. They depended upon her strength to keep the Vindicators in line, but she could just as easily throw them aside. She could kill them, if she wanted. She could break Isador's neck.
It would be so easy. Freedom was one, maybe two snaps of teeth away. Her home, her sons- it would only take a week to reach Sedo, if she hurried. How big had Stefan grown in her absence? He needed his mother, didn't he? Didn't--
The Paladin had Eila's eyes.
"I can't." She breathed, and felt the fibers of her soul shatter. She couldn't. She couldn't. Gods help her, save her, strike her where she stood and be done with it.
She couldn't.
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Post by Jennycallie on Mar 29, 2016 13:19:55 GMT -6
Dinah and Oren | Paladin and the Omen
Something very akin to hope kindled in Dinah's soul. It wasn't true hope, no- she hadn't allowed herself so foolish and compromising of an emotion in a long while- but this feeling, it was very close as it tingled across her skin. As she stood a statue in the chaos, the Paladin witnessed the emotions that ran across the slave's face, like so many tracks in sand, washed away by the each new emotion that followed, and in it Dinah read the story of the mare's life.
Not born a slave, or if so she had certainly lived as a freemare, that was clear... she she missed her homeland, her family, probably. No, definitely- there was a hollow, empty sort of ache that flashed through Simeon's eyes, an ache Dinah knew only too well. Dinah watched as Simeon's face grew colder, contemplative- no doubt realizing that she could indeed overpower her "captors", exact some revenge. And-
Oh, shit.
A shift, subtle but ominous, in Simeon's posture. A fracturing sort of resignation and pain in her eyes, that spoke of regret, but resolution: Simeon regretted her choice, but she was committed to it. And that made her refusal very, very dangerous.
Instantly alert, Dinah did not break the eye contact, but she prepared to tap in to her invisibility reserves, to melt away. She could read Simeon's heart in her eyes; she knew why this slave refused what might be her only chance at freedom. Love, and it was not for her captors, of that Dinah was certain. A child? A lover?
Dinah let her eyes soften, let a hint of her understanding and compassion filter through for a moment.
"You are foolish," she said softly. "But love makes us foolish." Like the fact that, if given the chance, Dinah would willingly bridle herself once more if it just meant seeing Magdalene one more time, alive and free. Pain squeezed the mare's heart, and with flared nostrils she ruthlessly squashed the emotions, the thoughts, the longing for Simeon to join them. If wishes were stars, they'd all be gods.
"Do not forget yourself, Freemare Simeon," Dinah said, and then before the mare could decide whether or not to bring her in, Dinah had faded away in to the smoke once more.
"Freya!" Dinah materialized near the paint mare. "Let's go- where are the-" but golden eyes had already focused on the retreating tails of Birdie and Ithran. Good. But where was Godric? Dinah couldn't find him in the melee- well, she'd have to hope he already made it out, for their time was up. "Let's go," Dinah repeated.
A shadow passed over her: Oren, winging his way silently over the battlefield, a metal sphere clasped in his talons. He swooped lower, met Dinah's eyes with his own fierce gaze. She did not hesitate. "Yes."
Oren wheeled away, gaining altitude.
"GO, FREYA!" Urgency now laced the command as Dinah, in several powerful bounds, began her final sprint to the exit.
She could see that white Noble, even made eye contact with him, watched his own eyes widen, then narrow as determination set in. I don't think so.
In her head, Dinah counted the strides.
Four. The noble faced her.
Three. He shouted something, lost in the chaos.
Two. He tensed, preparing himself to leap. Dinah memorized the last stride of her trajectory, adjusted slightly, and then she shut her eyes.
One.
THUMP
A percussive wave of sound swept through the Crucible, radiating from where Oren had dropped the flash bomb. It did not explode, but rather emitted a blinding flash of light and a disorienting, deafening sound to those closest. Trusting it to disrupt the Noble, Dinah had blindly leaped-
And then she was out of the Crucible, her invisible hooves pounding down the paved road.
She did not look over her shoulder as she retreated, but she pictured the crumbling structure in her mind, the fleeing Nobles, the boy king.
This is not over, she promised the images.
And then she disappeared in to the Eithne night.
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