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Post by empyre on Feb 7, 2016 20:21:24 GMT -6
Taavetti | Noble Lord
Taavi was lost in his own head, hardly even registering the events taking place around him --even when his mother left his side momentarily to help lift a colt up onto the ledge in which they all gathered. His mind swirled with thoughts too fast to keep up with, each clear pinpoint slipping through the grasp of his comprehension before he could get a solid hold on them. Flashes of memories mixed with reality until the colt was floating somewhere in between, not entirely there and certainly not at all held together. It was as though one breeze or perhaps another shake of the ground beneath his hooves would be enough to completely shatter him, and it would be nigh impossible to put him back together again.
As is was, it was when the group began to make its way towards the exit that became the straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back for Taavetti. The colt suddenly being jolted into reality by a softly woofed "Follow please" from his familiar. Taavi took a few steps before suddenly one thought slapped him in the face, physically stopping him in his tracks.
Ammy
"WAIT!" He practically screeched, his already youthfully high pitched voice raising nearly an octave, "We can't go!" He looked desperately over his shoulder, eyes scanning what little of the arena he could see from their location, "Ammy's still back there! We can't leave him!" The colt's voice cracked, fresh tears gathering in his eyes and spilling over as he fixed Lilith with a pleading gaze, "Mama please! We can't leave him behind! They- they'll kill him!" He was shaking now, his whole body trembling near violently, "They'll kill him like- like how- like Marcellus and Alduin and- and we can't just- I can't-" the young colt was cut off by his own shallow, ragged breathing, physically unable to get words to leave his lips. Lucifer whined, pressing herself against his side but it did little to comfort Taavi. Didn't they see that Ammy was in trouble? Did they care at all that he might die? What was wrong with them?
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Post by Queerly on Feb 7, 2016 21:44:35 GMT -6
Wait, Taavi had screamed, and Lilith swore that her heart had stopped with it. Breath caught fluttering in her throat, she turned to regard her son with flared nostrils and wide eyes, certain, certain that she would find him bloody, injured- Oh. Oh. “ Taavi,” She called to him, “ Taavi- focus. Listen to mama.” The Lady tried to keep her voice calm- no easy task, given the less than ideal situation, but she had to try for him. “ Amadeus is with his guards and your daddy. They’re gonna already halfway to the palace by now, so let’s- let’s go meet up with them.” She didn’t know if she spoke the truth. Amadeus could very well still be in the arena, trapped by fire or crushed beneath some slab of rubble, but she couldn’t dwell on it. She had to have faith- faith in his Chevaliers and in her husband. If she faltered, if she considered the possibility that Amadeus wasn’t fine, she might very well lose herself to the same anxiety of her son… and that, that was something she could not do. Her children did not have the same luxuries as the boy king. They only had her, and she had to remain focused if she was to keep them safe. Keep them alive.Taavi was showing no signs of calming, and they could not afford to wait for his unsteady breaths to even out. The Crucible was crumbling; Lilith could feel it beneath her hooves, in the tremble of stone and mortar. Let him fret, but let him do it alive, she thought, and in a swift dip of her neck she had grasped her son with a rosy telekinesis and teeth upon his crest. The magical aid allowed her to support him without injury, and that was good, though truth be told she was less concerned with bruises and more concerned with their mortality. Her eyes caught Cael’s, and she indicated that it was time to move with a slight nod of her head.   Soon, the group of horses spilled into the Crucible’s interior. Tapestries shivered upon the walls as distant explosions rocked the structure, the bass-deep booms felt in their chests. They had lingered in the stands for so long that the hallway was relatively empty.
Save one.
He was a bay stallion, many times taller than Lady Lilith herself, and somehow she knew- even before he spoke- that he was the enemy. Perhaps it was how relatively calm he seemed, or how he was bare of embellishments so deeply adored by Aodhian culture. Or, perhaps it was the way he turned to look at them with a purpose, his eyes narrowed to green slits. He was a Vindicator. Lilith knew it, felt it.
“Aodhians.” He greeted without warmth, and the great wolf at his side curled its lip.
Slowly, Lilith set Taavi upon his hooves and thrusted both he and Algren behind her, the sturdier colts made to sandwich her small, delicate daughter. “Not a terribly good place for conversation.” She noted, for sarcasm came easy in the face of terror, somehow. Call it a bluff.
The Vindicator’s eyes were on Cael, taking note of her bitted bridle. “I don’t have a quarrel with mares or children,” He said, “But you’ll release the subjugates in your possession.”
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 7, 2016 22:25:59 GMT -6
Vincent|Artisan
Once everyone was accounted for and ready to go, Vincent let out a quite sigh, glad that everyone was safe and sound. But then little Taavitte let out a shrill cry (aiding Vincent in their growing headache) but they could only feel their heart being pulled in two. Vincent could only assume that the children had never witnessed something as traumatic as the crucible being blown to bits, horses being crushed beneath the ruble and the Vindicators rallying for the king and freedom of the slaves. Vincent could understand the child's concern for Amadeus, but they couldn't falter.
Vincent bit their lip and looked over to Lilith, eyeing the struggling mother. They listened as she tried to sooth the child, to no avail. And then they were moving, hoof steps echoing around the ruble and mixing with the sounds of distance explosions and fighting. Vincent was sure the dark interior of the crucible did not aid to their fear, but they all needed to press forward, to escape the crumbling prison they were trapped in. "So strange to not hear the hustle and bustle of the crucible crowd in here" They breathed softly, looking around. If Vincent hadn't heard her hoof beats stop, they would have walked straight into Lilith. But there, standing a few feet in front of them was someone else, cool green eyes staring at them intently.
Vincent stepped back slightly as Lilith pushed the children behind herself, Vinny stepping up to replacing their spot beside Lilith. Vincent held their head up, glancing from Lilith and then to Cael when the tall stallion spoke the slave. What a time to be caught by a Vindicator... Vincent furrowed their eyebrows, nostrils flaring slightly as they observed the conversation, eyes drifting to the wolf standing alongside the stallion occasionally.
Word count, 307 |Post 6
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Post by Flarism on Feb 7, 2016 22:44:13 GMT -6
Callista - Artisan
Callista came to the side of Lilith not occupied by Vincent, though her heart tumbled painfully in her chest with the fright of it all. She was no warrior, not with her fragile form, but if she could provide a wall between the danger and the children, then she certainly would. She could only hope the fangs of the wolf would not be pointed in her direction. Damn these maternal instincts. Her ears flattened, the rumble of the ground trembling through her cracked hooves, and up her thin legs. Was the Vindicator suicidal, trying to fight in such an unstable area? Or simply mad?
"The children are in more danger with every passing second! Have you no conscience?! You brute!"Oh, that was terribly brave. If only she'd had a cape, that would have perfected the moment, she thought. Of course, it would be entirely ruined if she, you know, died. Best to avoid that. Hopefully her pitiful state would make the stallion aim elsewhere. That is, if he survived Cael. Cael was their secret weapon, after all. [178 Words - Post 5]
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 7, 2016 23:20:10 GMT -6
Cael | Pit fighter
The hall was silent as gold eye's came to rest against the dark hooded figure. There was an uneasiness there even before he opened his mouth, serpentine eye's catching the light as they eyed his prey before coming to rest on her. Their gaze's locked for a split second, hate spitting from his glare as he turned his attention to her Lady Lilith. Cael's nostril's flared as he spoke, her hoof pounding the ground with a solid thump. The earth replied with a low rumble, dust and chips of the ceiling falling down across their backs like spiders awoken from their slumber.
Callista and Vincint's words fell of deaf ears but non the less, they took their positions before Lilith and the children. Cael needed no command from her master to join them, but a casual glance toward the spotted mare was enough of a formality to join the pair before her. Two great strides was all it took, her figure lining up between them in a perfect row. They would be the shield; they had to be.
"You will back down now, Vindicator. These foal's and their family will gain you nothing but your demise." Her voice was strong, firm; surprising even herself. Never before had she felt so powerful as in that moment but never before had she something so precious worth protecting. This cloaked stallion would leave here with nothing but his own blood on his face, she would make sure of it. Without another warning, the flaxen mare charged him, her hooves carrying her across the empty space in mere heartbeats. The canine dodged but she was not aiming for it. Her eyes were on a different sight: the stallion ankles.
With quick precision, Cael pivoted, her body now parallel to his. It was enough to catch him off guard as she snapped at his dark legs, teeth grazing his forearm as he jerked away.
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Post by catorb on Feb 9, 2016 13:03:54 GMT -6
Algren | Servile Slave
Algren's uneven pace stopped, alongside that of lady Lillith. He gave her a quick side glance and then followed her serious gaze, focused on the Vindicator stallion in front of them. Naturally the roan colt took one step back, an uneasy but cross look on his face. 'Not this too...'
Al's hairs where set on end, either by the cold mocking tone of the stallion's voice, or his wolf's threatening growl. As if on ceu, Lillith pushed him back along with her son and he found himself pressed with his side against Bentley. The small shivering filly. Al clenched his jaw and looked up as the adults formed a wall in front of them.
The roan colt felt the small form beside him jump at Calista's harsh words. He bowed his head down to look at the small filly with a worried gaze. Quietly he whispered to her ;"Don't worry, my lady. He can't hurt us, he won't get past." Al hoped his words could somehow give young Bentley some security. "And even if he does, your big brother and I are here too." He tried to give her a little smile and glanced to Taavetti to do the same for him.
It was then that the pitfighter Ceal charged, attacking the stranger full force. Algren peered in between the adults legs in front of him to try and get a glimpse of the situation.
He didn't claim he knew the crucible in and out, but he knew his way around, having been the one send to feed and ready Illidis, the pitfighter of his own house, many times. If things would turn bad, he'd know his way out, and would be more than willing to take these two nobleman children with him. If it would mean safety. He's do his part as loyal citizen of Valore.
Word Count 307 | Post 5
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 9, 2016 19:21:12 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Lady
When the older colt was finally hoisted from the rubble, a wave of relief washed over her. This new person was going to be safe with them! The adults were certain to keep them all from harm. Just when she thought that everything would be okay Taavetti reminded her of yet another family member. Lilith easily soothed him, though, ensuring that Amadeus was safe with Ron. Her small, older cousin was bound to be safe with him around!
The party made their way into the belly of the Crucible, Bentley feeling a bit safer now that they were within the stone walls of the arena. Of course, she was a little nervous about the small cascades of dust and tiny pebbles that occasionally fell from the ceiling and the walls, but she knew they would not fall. She stayed behind Lilith, a black and white piece of tail still in her mouth. Bentley thought about letting go, now that she was between the pale roan and her darker coated brother. Something about Taavetti's panic and continual reverberations echoing from down the hall made her continue to grip the line between her and her mother for dear life.
“Aodhians."
It was only a single word, but it was enough to cause Bentley to squeak in fright. She peered around Lilith's legs, only to immediately jerk back into safety at the sight of a snarling wolf. She pressed hard into Lilith's legs, hoping that the wolf was not hungry for baby Aodhian. Words were passed between them, and Bentley squirmed and shied at the tangible hostility.
"Don't worry, my lady. He can't hurt us, he won't get past," she heard a soft voice say to her, and she turned to look at the roan, something about his presence grounding her. "And even if he does, your big brother and I are here too." Bentley smiled at how kind he was, and moved so she was a bit closer to the older boys. Lilith was not the only one that would keep her safe. Even though Algren was bleeding, and there was a menacing enemy ahead, Algren seemed level headed and confident, and that made Bentley feel as if nothing would harm her.
Word Count: 274 | Post 5
Algren is now Bentley's hero btw
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Post by empyre on Feb 9, 2016 21:07:50 GMT -6
Taavetti | Noble Lord
Taavi was still too panicked and too startled by being lifted up to struggle against the action, merely pulling his legs up to keep them from dragging on the ground. He let out a quiet noise of surprise when he was set back down, stumbling slightly and falling onto his rump. It took him a few minutes to register exactly what was going on, but once he did he scrambled to his hooves, pinning his ears at the strange stallion standing before them. When the other colt, whom Taavetti now recognized as Algren, spoke he turned his head around to look at him and his sister. Oh yeah, that's right, Bentley was here too. In his own panic he'd nearly forgotten the filly was with them.
Despite his still-shakey legs, and the salty moisture still sticking to his face, the colt managed a small smile at Bentley, moving to stand closer to her; placing himself protectively in front of her even though every fiber of his being wanted to run. He let out a startled cry when Cael charged the stranger, flinching slightly, not wanting the pit fighter to get hurt even though he knew she was certainly skilled enough to hold her own.
Suddenly feeling exposed himself Taavi looked to his side, expecting to find Lucifer standing dutifully nearby, but upon looking around found the doberman slowly approaching the stranger's familiar. The dog's head was lowered, lips pulled back, and a growled warning of "Stay away" being directed towards the wolf.
Words: 255 | Post 5 | +10 AP +10 CS
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Post by Queerly on Feb 11, 2016 23:35:04 GMT -6
"Hey," Lilith had said, her voice fallen into something bordering sardonic, "She's all yours."
And indeed Cael had reacted just as she'd hoped, contesting the Vindicator with a ferocity that surely rivaled the kirins of old. Valore trained their pitfighters well, and Cael herself was a notch above rest. Her technique was a scorched earth policy that annihilated all and everything in its way. Yes, she had been schooled well indeed. Lilith doubted the Vagabonds could say the same of their own training practices, yet still she was nervous, worried that the fiery mare may sustain injury or- banish the thought- lose.
"What are you doing?!" The Vindicator cried, anger and disbelief thick in his voice. He pivoted away from the pain in his foreleg, a wince to his eyes and a half-formed snarl on his lips. He was unwilling to attack, his every move on the defensive, blocking Cael's strikes as she dogged him down the hallway. "Are you mad? We are offering you freedom! Foolish- foolish mare, do not fight for those that see you as a tool for their entertainment!"
"We're going to try to sneak by while Cael has him distracted," Lilith murmured, and though her voice was nearly lost to the scuffle and the tremors beneath their hooves, Callista and Vincent were near enough to hear. "Stay close, flank the children."
With her orders relayed, the Lady began to move, skirting along the wall with the trio of foals at her heels. The wolf, whose yellow eyes and bared fangs had been focused on Lucifer's approach, quickly turned in their direction. It snarled, a thick glob of saliva rolling from its teeth and, for just a moment, Lilith forgot how to breathe.
"Lucifer," She choked, and though the words were soft the dog would surely hear, "get him."
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Post by Flarism on Feb 12, 2016 20:18:53 GMT -6
Callista - Artisan (+ Vindicator NPC)
Callista only gave a nod to Lilith's hushed order, keeping close to her lady lover's flank, to keep the children hidden behind her admittedly scarce form. She was all too aware of the wolf's fangs, glinting even in the dim light shining through the rubble. Did she have reaction time enough to evade, should the wolf attack her? She didn't know. It would become the least of her concerns when, behind them, she heard a scuffle. A second Vindicator had slipped unseen among their ranks, the blessing of Alya rendering him invisible. He was perhaps a bit more willing to bend the rules of their creed than his fellow. And so he had utilized the distraction to move his knight into place, and capture a needed pawn. His teeth clamped down on Bentley's neck, and he tore the young filly from the safety of the group. Quick distance was drawn between them and the Aodhians, and the Vindicator's sharp eyes fixed on Lilith. "Call off your attack dog," he hissed, voice rough from the smoke and dust. He had no intention of hurting the little Lady, but they didn't have to know that. It was for the greater good. [199 Words - Post 6]
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 12, 2016 22:33:23 GMT -6
Vincent|Artisan
As the exchange went down, Vincent folded back their ears, scowling and bearing their teeth slightly at the Vindicator. They looked to Cael, watching her reaction and feeling their heart flutter slightly as the slave stood up for Lilith. Vincent's relief was palpable.
"Fuck this" Vincent spat, nostrils flaring. With their head tilted down slightly, Vincent charged after Cael had ran forward; sharp horns aimed directly at the Vindicator. When he turned to avoid Cael Vincent took their opportunity to attack, running into him and rearing her head, ripping through his skin and leaving a nasty gash on his neck "What good is freedom if it means betraying the ones who care for you!" they snarled, backing away slightly as blood dripped down their purple horn. Vincent was about to rear up once more when they heard the shrill cry from Bentley, their heart dropping. They back up slightly to stand a little away fro Cael, wide eyes looking between the Vindicator with the wolf familiar and the one who had appeared from the shadows.
"fucking shit" they cursed under their breath, pulse quickening as their gaze lingered on Bentley.
Word count, 197 |post 7
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 12, 2016 23:14:56 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
"I do not need YOU to tell me who I should fight for!" the dark mare spat, venom dripping from every word. Another well placed blow was directed toward the stallion's shoulder, pale hoof landing squarely against his withers and cutting a fine line into his flesh. It paralleled the gash Vincent had left with their horn, dark liquid oozing from the hole and down the vagabonds leg. Gold eye's cast a quick glance toward the Aodhian, questioning and thanks reflecting in the flaxen's eye's. She would have to learn to work together, having fought alone her entire life. But lessons would have to wait, the safety of her family dependent on their success.
Bently's shrill cry tore through the air, gripping the fighter's heart in a jolt of anxiety. She spun, only to be met with the sheer reality of the situation: a second vindicator. Anger flooded Cael's mind, soaking her pelt with a heat of rage. Lips drew into a snarl, one all too similar to the dogs that stood just out of reach. Turning back around, she faced the origin on her hate.
"You have chosen the wrong option, Vindicator." Eye's glowed with spark of ferocity. She could feel the tingle of adrenaline itching to escape its confines, exploding into a burst of energy. She would have no more of this foolishness. If they were there for her, they would receive her [ALL OF HER] and they would regret every second of it. She would make sure of that. "I will make sure you burn in the fires of Oriel!!"
With a sudden push forward, the dark mare clamped her jaws around the stallion neck and released the energy that surged through her veins. Sparks flew in rivers of light, moving from her body through the others before kissing the ground again. She was def to his screams, the air all but white noise around her.
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Post by empyre on Feb 12, 2016 23:35:36 GMT -6
Taavetti | Noble Lord
Things were happening so quickly, too quickly. One moment Taavi thought they could all make their way out of this nightmarish place, get away from the violent stranger while Cael held him back, but then the next moment he heard the deep growl of a canine who was not his beloved familiar and halted in his tracks with the others. He was about to tell Lucifer himself to keep the other familiar at bay, but Lilith was quicker in speaking and the dog didn't need to be told twice to put herself between the group and the wolf; lips pulled back to showcase her near-sparkling and viciously sharp teeth. A sense of relief nearly touched the colt's consciousness, secure in the fact that his familiar would not let harm come to them.
The sense of relief did not last very long, as not even a moment later Bentley was suddenly yanked away, the action tearing a cry from Taavi's throat as he swung his body around to face the new threat. He shrunk back slightly at the sight of yet another stranger, undoubtedly a vagabond like the first one. When the new stranger called for Lucifer to be called off the doberman stopped in her approach towards the wolf, not taking her eyes off of her opponent, but waiting for orders --unsure if she should continue with the original attack or to turn around and try to free the nabbed filly.
Taavi himself considered, for a moment, what the repercussions might be of flinging himself at the new stallion in and attempt to free his sister, but the thought was fleeting and hardly even there for a second. He was too distracted by the fight happening with the first vagabond. When had Vincent attacked him as well? Taavi felt his stomach roll at the sight of blood dripping from several wounds on the stallion's neck, and he forced himself to look away and swallow his nausea. His head snapped back in their direction when he heard the vagabond screaming, and a cold pit of fear fell heavily into the colt's stomach.
"M-mama, what are we gonna do?" He asked helplessly, looking over to the only one Taavi felt could handle the situation, could somehow fix everything --to send him back to that morning so he could convince everyone to just stay home like he'd wanted.
Words: 398 | post 6 | +1 AP
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Post by catorb on Feb 13, 2016 5:40:29 GMT -6
Algren | Servile Slave
Algren's ears perked up at the whispered order from Lady Lillith, and soon their little started to sneak to the side, avoiding the battle before them. They moved along the wall, Algren's side softly brushing against the cold stone. He tried to keep his eyes on the fight, but his vision was blocked by Calista's form.
Suddenly out of nowhere Bentley yelped and was pulled from his side. "Lady Lillith!" Algren called to alarm the mare, but he was sure she could hear her own daughter's cry herself. Bentley seemed to float for a second, but then the Vindicator that was holding her by her manes became visible. He had used invisibility.
"Call off your attack dog." His command was muffled by the hold he had on the young filly. The roan colt's eyes focused on the two canines, standing snarling face to face. Their back curled with hairs on end, lips up and tongues curled.
'Damn it.' Al cursed at himself. He clenched his jaw and made no move. He had nothing, he could do nothing. He'd have to wait to see what the adults would do.
Word Count 188 | Post 6
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Post by swaggalatte on Feb 15, 2016 22:32:56 GMT -6
Bentley | Noble Lady
Luci would protect them. She always did, and always would. She was a very good dog, and made Bentley feel safe. The appaloosa had never questioned the security of her life while the Doberman was around. Only focusing on the enemies ahead, none of them could have calculated the Vagabond that came up from behind and snatched Bentley from her pocket of safety.
Initially, she could only comprehend a sharp pain on her neck, and being lifted from her feet. Alarmed, a high pitched squeal sounded from her throat, and she began to flail her legs wildly. Words could not be formed, only shrill screams and cries of desperation. Bentley could not see her attacker, and could only feel the pricks of teeth and see the shock of her family. No one had expected it.
"Call off your attack dog," her kidnapper had growled through clenched teeth. Bentley continued to struggle, twisting her tiny body to no avail. It merely made it hurt more. Tears blotted out her vision, and her cries slowly began to take form.
"Maaaama!! Let me go, let me go! You're hurting me!" She cried, finally figuring out a target for her fear. Writing in the Vagabond's hold, she rose her hind leg and struck hard forward, hitting the base of the Vindicator's neck with the point of her hoof. She struck again and again and again, desperately ripping at his skin. "LET ME GO!" Screams resounded behind her, but she dared not let up from the attack. This stallion was HURTING HER, and he NEEDED to stop. Thinking back to her siblings, the best way to get them to stop was to hit back.
Post 6 +1 AP
Word Count 282
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Post by Flarism on Feb 15, 2016 23:31:41 GMT -6
Callista - Artisan (+ Vindicator NPC)
The Vindicator watched his friend fall, his eyes widening. It was a mistake on Cael's part. This stallion was already unstable, already teetered on the edge of the Vindicator doctrine. The death pushed him over the edge, and it would be Bentley that felt the impact. Though marked from her small hooves, the stallion showed no pain, and with a rough tug he knocked the filly from her footing, and set a large hoof atop her to pin her down. He was rough, the edges of the iron-shod hoof digging painfully into her ribs. Surely if he put his full weight down, it would snap her little bones in half. A little shift in stance, that was all it would take. "You're going to regret that," he hissed, angry eyes narrowed to slits. Callista found herself holding her breath, a shiver running down her spine at the sheer malice in his gaze. What could she do? Was there anything? Perhaps she could provide a distraction while Cael moved in position? If only she could will her damned legs into moving, that was. They seemed perfectly content to stay locked in place. All she could do was uselessly whisper the child's name. She was dumbstruck, not made to deal with combat or hardship. No, her life was all silk pillows and fine wine. And only now did she see that for the problem it was. [234 Words - Post 7]
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Post by Queerly on Feb 16, 2016 23:06:31 GMT -6
Even as Cael relentlessly beat him, the Vindicator was unwilling to fight back. How could he harm a horse indoctrinated to protect her subjugates? It wasn't her fault- she only needed to listen to him, to be free for but an hour, a moment, and she would understand. But then he heard the voice of his companion, saw the wriggling filly in his grasp, and knew then that the slave would never see his side. "Wait!" He called, trying to reach his companion, trying to knock some sense into the stallion before the situation flew entirely out of hoof-
The slave attacked. Her teeth clamped down upon his throat, squeezing with all her might. Electricity surged between them, burning him, the pain so intense that his vision silvered around the edges. He screamed, or thought he did- he couldn't be sure. His body had ceased to listen to him. It was locking up, every limb rigid and trembling.
Three things happened then, in quick succession.
One.
As he lost control of his body, the Vindicator's blessing went haywire, struggling to protect its host. Great spikes of ice erupted from the floor, no rhyme or reason to their formation- which, perhaps, made them more lethal. They struck the walls and ceiling, cracking the stone in a deadly frenzy. And then? Then, a great spike came roaring from the mortar, aimed at Algren's fragile being.
Two.
His companion grew desperate at the sight of his struggling, and in a slip of faith, he harmed the filly. Never harm innocents, the Paladin had told them. How many times? Hundreds? Thousands? He wasn't sure, but he felt the betrayal deep down in his bones, and it hurt more than the teeth at his throat.
Three.
Lilith threw herself at her daughter's attacker with all the rage an fury of a mother bear, her pearly teeth bared and her hooves aching to cause injury. "LET HER GO." She screamed, voice reverberating in the halls. Her baby (HER BABY) was in the hooves of the enemy, and so help her gods, she would tear her from their grasp with fire and blood.
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Post by empyre on Feb 16, 2016 23:25:14 GMT -6
Taavetti | Aodh Noble
Taavi watched, eyes widening with each passing second as, to put it lightly, the shit hit the fan. The first vagabond was still screaming in agony, the second seemed about two seconds from strangling his little sister, and Lucifer was still waiting anxiously for some order --any sort of indication for what she should do. At that moment Taavetti was certain nothing could be worse, nothing could possibly go more wrong than it already had. Surely things could only get better from here.
And then the first vagabond's gift made itself known. A strangled sound of terror escaped his throat as the ice shot out and around them, memories far too fresh in his mind rising rapidly from where he'd tried desperately to bury them. His whole body was rigid, trembling nearly as badly as the dying vagabond, even when Lilith let out a cry of her own and lunged at the stallion who had Bentley. Lucifer took this as a cue, snarling viciously and throwing herself at the wolf, teeth already aiming for its throat.
It seemed almost in slow motion when Taavetti saw it, a spike of ice, jagged, pointed, deadly, shooting across the floor. It wasn't headed for him, no, nor was it intended to actually hit anyone, it's creator certainly didn't have that kind of control in his state --but even so it was clear it's path would have it colliding with the colt standing by Taavi's side. Thoughts of Marcellus were the first to flood the colt's mind, and he made the split second decision that he would not stand there this time, he wouldn't let someone else take the hit.
"ALGREN!" He screeched, even as he was already launching himself at the other, using his head as a battering ram to shove him almost violently out of the way.
At first there was nothing, then a terrible, deep, pain shot through his body --there was an almost ripping sensation as the ice tore through the flesh of his side and belly. He wasn't sure if the scream he heard was his own, or the vagabond's still, as his vision began to blacken at its edges.
Then he was falling to the ground, sliding slightly after hitting from the momentum of his jump, and leaving a smear of crimson in his wake.
words: 390 | post 7 | +1 AP
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Post by DawnsComing on Feb 17, 2016 10:52:22 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
Screams. She could hear the screams all around her: distant, close, loud, soft. But rage made the mare blind to the world, hot white anger burning against her mind as it consumed all corners of sense and reason. The fighter pressed the stallion against the wall, tingles of electricity still sparking between them like small needles pressing into her flesh, until an explosion of power released itself from his jerking form. It was subtle at first, a pressure of resistance pushing against her chest. Cael thought it his attempt to remove her from the attack, that was until the pressure passed through her. It moved like a wave through the hall followed quickly by flying shards of ice and a sudden chill of winter wind.
The floor gave, cracking and crumbling as more ice began to protrude from the tiles. Larger and larger they became until great spikes began to spring up on all sides of her. Finally, the flaxen mare released her grip, nearly throwing the stallions limp body to the ground as she jumped back to avoid the spikes that sprang toward her. It was as if they had life of their own, their aims to kill evident as they flew toward her neck and chest. She hopped back quickly, avoiding one and than another but it was not to be. Shock ripped through her body as the frozen spears hit a mark, cutting a long gash up her leg toward her spine. The wound burned, agony reverberating through every nerve as a dark liquid began to seep from the cut but she did not cry out, only groan in a feeble attempt to push the pain away.
Whatever blood lust the stallions power held seemed to be satisfied with this, its movements toward her ceasing and allowing the mare to reawaken to the world. But what she saw was not something she had hoped for. Taavi lay strewn across the flood, his body limp in a pool of blood. The dogs were locked in a flurry of teeth and fur, their commands clear and intent on the kill. Bently struggled uselessly against the other vindicator whose eyes were locked on the one who killed his companion: her. That was until Lilith charged, her body arched and ready for the attack.
Cael's heart lurched, a sudden panic taking over her as she watched the delicate mare fly at the stallion. "Lilith, wait!" She cried out for her lady but it was clear she would not be heard over a mother's rage. She moved to stopped her, to keep another horses blood from spilling that day, but the pain of her leg pulsed in resistance. She would not make it in time.
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Post by catorb on Feb 17, 2016 12:53:41 GMT -6
Algren | Servile Slave
Algren nearly cowered at the sight of Bentley so bravely, but foolishly kicking at her attacker. The stallion looked huge. Much too dangerous for such a small filly to anger. The colt's heart dropped when the stallion flung Bentley to the floor and pressed his heavy hoof onto her small form. Both fear and anger raged through Al, but there was nothing he could do. So useless!
Algren flung his head around in shock at the agonizing scream of the stallion afar. Ceal had her hold on him, and sparks ignited around it. The vindicator screamed, froze and jerked raggedly as he fell to the floor. 'Electricity!' Algren realized.
Then, everything happened too quickly.
Ice crystals suddenly started to erupt from every surface. Irregular and unpredictable. Lady Lillith screamed with fury, charging at her daughters attacker. And out of nowhere Algren heard his name, was harshly pushed aside and collided with Callista. It felt as if his head tore apart at the impact, and a glaring scream imitated the feeling. Though, the scream wasn't his.
The roan colt struggled to open his eyes against the throbbing pain in both his head and leg. But then they flew open in shock at the sight in front of him. Lord Taavetti's body, motionless and blood struck on the floor. A large ice spike looming over him, with a bloodied tip. Algren went stone colt, his face paling in seconds. "NOOO!" He screamed as he got into motion and tried to scramble to his feet to reach the colt. "NO! MY LORD! My lord, PLEASE!" He yelled uncontrollably, hovering over Taavetti's body, unsure of what to do. In rushed panic he nudged the colt several times in a attempt to wake him, then looked with his tearing eyes to the shocked mare next to him. "PLEASE, Help!"
The guilt was nearly taking him over, drowning him. The young lord had taken this blow for him! And now he was bleeding to death! The roan colt dared to glance at the fresh, open wound, where slowly but surely blood was seeping out of. "We need to pressure his wound!" Al knew, his voice shaky. Though, not knowing with what or how, he once again looked with desperate eyes to the nude mare Callista for guidance. The battle behind him completely forgotten.
Word Count 387 | Post 7
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 27, 2016 16:57:34 GMT -6
Vincent|Artisan
Everything was too goddamn fast
Vincent had gallantly jumped into battle, horns blazing and blood pumping fast as they felt the need to protect and help those around them, to shield them and get them the fuck away from these... these monsters! Blood oozed down her horn as they readied for another attack, trying to gauge out the stallions eyes. And then Cael was there; bright and blinding like the sun. Vincent gasped as the electricity erupted from Cael, residual shocks meeting the gold around their face and ears and giving them little pops of pain. Vincent jumped back to avoid being fried all together, shutting their eyes against the gruesome sight.
With shuddering breaths, they opened their eyes just in time to see the ground around him practically explode, shards of ice shooting off every which way. Time seemed to slow, Vincent's head rearing back just as a deadly shard flew right by, millimeters from their face. It sliced clean through their bridle, the gold snapping and slowly falling from their face, jewels clanging softly along the rock as they snapped off. With a loud crack, the icicle collided with Vincent's horn and shattered, causing Vincent's head to move violently in the direction it had arrived from. With a gasp, they almost feel, eyes wide and heart beating to quickly.
Vincent stood their in shock, everything seeming to move in slow motion. And then
"oh no..."
Vincent spotted the foal, Taavetti, just...laying there, blood oozing and dripping, filling the cracks in the rock. They rushed over, standing over his body as if to protect him. They heard Al's words, using their force to push on the wound "w-we need something to cover it" they said in a shaky voice, looking in every direction, looking for anything to save this foal. With a leap, Vincent gripped one of the Aodh banners in their teeth and ripped it down, the metal bar holding it up landing with a loud clang. With quick work, Vincent tore off a piece, holding it to the wound "keep p-pressing there" they said to Al, helping him but looking back at Lilith and Cael.
Word count, 366 |Post 8
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Post by catorb on Mar 26, 2016 14:35:21 GMT -6
Algren | Servile Slave
With lady Lillith battling the vagabond, lady Bently whimpering under the brute's weight, lord Taavetti bleeding on the ground, Ceal trying to limp her way towards the, now, fight, and the two raging canines ripping each other up, all the chaos was complete. It all seemed to slow down for a second, as Algren had turned his head at the screams coming from behind him. As if everything froze in time. Who knew all this would happen today. Who would even be thinking the royal family to be in this situation? Who would even be thinking of them at all in all this mayhem?
As quickly as the rushing adrenaline and desperation had come to the colt, it left. Leaving him cold, like the large icy spikes now decorating the hall. Al took a few silent breaths, his face going blank.
When one last deep breath left his lungs, the cacophony returned in a rush.
He stood, his legs feeling stronger than he remembered. He started off in a short trot, that quickly fell into a rushed gallop. He ran straight for the vagabond, who was biting off lady Lillith's delicate form with his massive maul. His one hoof still stationary on the small filly. As Al rushed in, the brute stallion shot him a quick look. Though, on the last second Al bolted past his right.
In one swift move, the roan colt used his momentum to fling himself sideways, quickly turning his head, mouth agape. He roughly latched on to the stallion's left ear as his chest collided, nearly on top, of the vagabond. Naturally, this took the brute by surprise, and he bellowed out at the pain from such a sensitive spot. Al managed to latch one leg around the stallion's neck, while tip-toeing on his hind hoofs. He had to dance along as the stallion started to step about to try and shake him off.
Lady Bentley was free. Though Al couldn't see if she could scramble away as he was too busy avoiding the brute's bite attacks on his hind. He tried his best to hop out of reach every time, tugging at the sensitive ear when he did so. The vagabonds raging roars stopped as he managed to bite down on the young colt's coat, immediately making attempt to rip the boy from his back. But Algren didn't let go.
Instead of screaming out, he bit down harder, drawing blood. The vagabond cried out, but quickly lashed out again, this time getting hold of Al's right hind leg. Before the stallion manages to try to yank him off again, the roan colt decides to struggle furiously. Nearly like a fish on the dry. Al hoped it would cause more pain, and he guessed right. Nearly ripping the ear off, he started to hop on his remaining leg, not caring if it was injured. He didn't gave the vagabond any choice but to follow his steps to try and avoid the pain by instinct.
And that's when his quickly mashed together plan worked out. Since he had managed to turn the large stallion's now WIDE OPEN left side towards the wild mares. He shot them a fiery look, letting them know THIS was their opportunity to make the last strike. Cause he was sure, this stallion would break every bone in his body if he'd let go now.
Word Count 563 | Post 8
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Post by DawnsComing on Mar 29, 2016 9:15:27 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
It all happened so quickly, the small servile colt launched himself toward the battle and pulled the vindicator from Bently and Lilith. Cael could see his determination and his drive as it pushed him forward, latching onto the massive horses ear. His small body was flung side-to-side but still he held on, his prey crying out in pain and fury and it was then that the Pit Fighter saw his plan. Ignoring the throbbing in her leg, she jumped forward colliding her massive bulk with his own. The force sent them all flying but it was enough for her to gain the advantage.
Recovering, the flaxen mare jumped back to avoid a well aimed bite to her chest; teeth clapping together with considerable force. But anger pulsed through her veins once again, the thoughts of his actions stirred in her mind and toyed with her emotions. How dare he come here and attack her family. How dare he claim it was for her benefit, no less! Dark fur sparked, small seams of light revealing themselves from deep within. Before he could rise, Cael stepped forward, placing a hoof against his maw as she pinned him to the ground. "Do not EVER threaten these horses again." Her words were harsh and firm, strength pulled from the rage that brewed in her gut as she stared him in the eye. "I will make you pay for what you have done today."
Blood trickled down her leg where the ice had cut into her flesh, the throbbing long since ignored as the adrenaline kicked in. The vindicator must have noticed this as he kicked out with his front hoof and hit the open wound. The blow made the fighter jump, pain surging up through her shoulder as she jumped back unconsciously but it only served to anger her more. With gritted teeth, she attacked once again; this time aiming for the stallion's neck. He managed to pivot on the floor, avoiding her assault and rising to his hooves to face her head on. But years of training had better prepared her for the fight and spinning on her heels, Cael swung around and caught him on the face. She could feel her teeth against his skull, soft skin giving away and she pressed harder to keep her grip. His massive size kept him afoot as she unsuccessfully tried to pull him to the ground again, but as before it was not the only trick in her arsenal. Allowing a wave of power to wash through her, a surge of electricity shook him to the core and turned him rigid. She would not allow the power to explode, memory fresh from the consequences of the last assault. No, she would better control herself with this one. She would not allow anyone else in her family to get hurt. //
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