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Post by thewhiteisland on Jan 27, 2016 22:17:10 GMT -6
Lars - Cultist
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Silence filled Lars' ears as he stood, expression blank. He was brought back when a branch snapped above him, covering his flanks in heavy snow. "Oh, right," he murmured, shaking the snow off of his rump.
The tiny mare who had attempted to spit on him had already fled, but hope was not lost. Her short legs couldn't possibly carry her through the deep patches of snow. The thought of her scrambling in a sea of snow, panic stricken, brought a sinister grin to the black stallion's face. "My little mouse, do not be afraid. I seek not to harm, but to help. Come into my loving arms and accept my embrace!" he called into the woods.
A soft thud captured Lars' attention and his ears swiveled in its direction. "Little mouse, are you lost? The town you seek is not there. I will locate you and set you on the right path." Lars softly trotted towards the origin of the noise. He did not want to waste precious energy, for he sensed the mare would need to turn around soon. Skeldr Town was a common meeting place where many mares flocked to during this time. A silent pursuer, Lars lithely traversed the land he knew so well in search of Digend's bride.
Lars couldn't recall the last time he had hunted a mare so small, she was a mouse, and he was a mighty falcon. He hoped she would put up a fight and put her horn to good use. A fight would please him. "I would hope you do not carry disease, little mouse."
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 28, 2016 10:07:50 GMT -6
The forest was ever darkening, the shadows reaching out to cover every inch of its vulnerable prey as if it tried to hide those that ran beneath its canopy. It made the pair chuckle, a low eerie laugh shared between them as they moved with ease through the foliage. Such thrill was felt as the adrenaline pulsed through their veins; breaths even and steady as she pushed further into the forest's girth. The whispers of their prey fell softly against dark ears, fear and the anxiety sweet against their egos.
The mare's ruby eye's came to rest on her brothers shoulder where blood crusted and matted his perfect form. It lit a rage in her belly, one that depressed the thrill and the enjoyment of the chase. How dare that dappled mare touch her other, how dare she leave her mark on his skin, how dare she live to speak of it. Arik knew his sister's anger, knew the delicate fabric of her emotions that over-ruled her judgment. Yet he too shared in her thoughts. They would not let these offering escape.
A simple nod was all that was needed and the stallions dark form melted into the shadows; his gate silenced. They knew the mares would look for water which would lead them to a town. It was common knowledge all loners shared but Kira could only laugh. 'If you think a town will save you...' There was no care for consequence. She would run them down no matter the place or distance.
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Post by MapleEgg on Jan 28, 2016 12:43:29 GMT -6
Seeker | WandererShe was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess
Shiann spoke beside her as they ran side by side still. Seeker dipped her head a bit as a show of respect, the wanderer not using words but focused solely on running and listening to their pursuers. "They are young. If we fight with everything, I think we can take them." As her newly found terror friend spoke the green and blue eyes flicked to her. "Fight we will if we must, but don't underestimate these fiends. If the stories I had heard from Aodh are true and that seems likely, this blood rage makes them something else. Just guard your injury, they know of it"The appaloosa cross huffed out her words in the stinging air, the snow hitting her fur and skin with pricks so sharp she began to think they were daggers. Suddenly she shook her head to get that thought out of her mind, her golden hair whipping and swishing in the air as she did so. They'd live through this, she could not have faced death many times to die at the hands of psychotic horses bent on destroying another's life. Her ears flicked back again, listening to the sound of the dark twins and something seemed slightly different. Quieter maybe? Maybe they were slowing? Seeker didn't put much thought to it as she kept pushing through the deep snow. "If you catch a stream bed speak before we cross, I will pull ahead of you then. Follow as quick as you can, our tracks are beyond obvious with this blasted storm. I have a plan."She looked to Shiann now, grinning with her eyes alight. It was nothing special of a plan but her whirling mind had remembered how rabbits would lead predators off and quickly take off in another direction, looping around to their den for safety. If she could get something to just slightly cover their trail while the did the maneuver they could maybe lead them off the wrong way for at least some precious time. Seeker hoped long and hard as she looked at the panting mare beside her once more.
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Post by RusticForrest on Feb 2, 2016 20:30:09 GMT -6
[ Genesis | The Ascendant ]
[ Post: 4 | WC: 371 ]
The breath from her laugh faded into the night like mist in the morn. Gleeful as she was, Genesis averted her gaze for a moment, catching the last of the movements of her children as they each pursued a target. Each of them had a mark, and each of them knew what to do. Satisfied with their movements, she turned back to her own prey. The distance between them had grown, and as Genesis refocused her attention, she again picked up speed, charging headlong after the mare.
Needless to say, the falling tree came as quite the surprise. With a grunt, the Ascendant attempted to slow herself down, and the tree crashed down before her, branches reaching out and twisting towards her like talons. A mighty shove from her back legs sent her flying over the top, her momentum carrying her through the branches and each of them snapped as her heavy body passed through. They cracked across her chest and face like whips, and Genesis hardly had a chance to catch her footing on the other side. With a growl befitting a beast, Genesis landed in the snow on the other side, tumbling over with a puff of powder. Chest heaving, she picked herself up and flicked her forelock from her eyes, coat soaked with melting snow. A few of the branches had barely left scratches, but a few cut deep, and she felt the pain ripple through her body in waves, a fresh scrape beneath her eye was a particular annoyance. "Clever girl..." she hissed, shaking the last of the snow from her sides. A trickle of warmth ran from beneath her eye, and Genesis curled a lip.
She'd drawn blood.
Why the little- At first, this had not been a personal vendetta, but she'd certainly made it one now. Mh-hm-hm, the laugh once again came forth. "Abaddon," the call was barely a whisper. From the shadows around her a cloud of smoke formed, taking shape in the form of a black wolf, eyes glowing like fire. "Get her." The creature ran before it's master, taking up direct pursuit while the blood-colored mare vanished into the trees, silently following a different path.
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Post by Flarism on Feb 2, 2016 21:46:56 GMT -6
A stolen glance over her shoulder was the only way for Cassidy to see that her strike had been successful. She dared not slow her flight, for every inch of distance between her and her foe was a precious second closer to safety. So she continued her gallop, each hoofbeat a strain on tired joints and an aching back. When she next glanced back, she could find no trace of Genesis. Instead, the ghostly visage of a gytrash met her eye, and her heart gave a painful tumble. Generations of instinct and myth told her to fear these creatures, their choking smoke and sharp fangs. All the legends of their eerie howl marking one as doomed, of their shadow following one fated to die. She knew not fact from fiction, did not know they were only as evil as their master. And Abaddon certainly wouldn't be the one to correct her misinformation. "Hold fast, Ivan," she whispered between gulps of air, her mind ever on the child hanging in her womb, "Mother will fly you from here." Even as she voiced this promise, she feared she would not be able to keep it. [193 Words - Post 5]
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Post by SagaWolf on Feb 9, 2016 4:40:47 GMT -6
Fletcher | Cultist Post 4 Word Count: 279
The chase came to an abrupt stop when the mare decided she'd had enough and hit the brakes. This wasn't the first time a possible sacrifice had shown spine and determination, turning on the wolves as if fighting would change her destiny. The only thing that would save this poor traveler, was if Genesis picked one of her companions to join Digend. But alright, this one wanted to face him? How could he deny such bravery. "No, this isn't a game, " he agreed, dark voice carried easily on the frosty wind. He stood far from her, but he still blocker her escape to the road, would not allow her to reach safety. "I find this particular night to be far too important. One of you will be sacrificed after all. Yet... I am certain it would be understandable to my companions, if you slipped away into darkness... " he said softly, walking towards her, never standing still. He would not allow her a true break, would keep her on her toes at all times. He was still trying to push her to the mark, to where all the cultists would be herding the mares. "Make no mistake. If you do not turn and run, if you do not abandon your foolish hope of reaching the Road, then I will kill you where you stand and your escape will be the darkness of death. Hah, at least if you join your little friends you have a chance of surviving this night. " Fletcher chuckled darkly and pawed at the snow, ears pinning back and eyes narrowing dangerously. He was giving her one chance to comply before he'd launch forward. |
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Post by sansatine on Feb 10, 2016 22:06:26 GMT -6
Alois | Bard
The stallion agreed with her snide remark. Not a game, oh surely, not a game! lil ol' me? playing a game? Never! Alois mocked him in her head, trying to block out his words, not letting him sway her, but he was far too clear to be blocked out. He circled her and edged her back to the start of their travel, away from the road. He knew that was her destination and his aim to keep her from it told her that she needed to be on the road. He knew that she would be safe there, find travelers- or even just a stronger companion than he.
The paint stallion continued to herd her back into the trees from which they came like a farmer from the lowlands. He thought he was slick. "Make no mistake. If you do not turn and run, if you do not abandon your foolish hope of reaching the Road, then I will kill you where you stand and your escape will be the darkness of death. Hah, at least if you join your little friends you have a chance of surviving this night. " he commanded her boldly.
She took a moment to think. An ego as big as his, she'd need him to think he'd won, but how? She feigned fear and lowered her head as she slinked back into the trees. In one motion, she left him in the clearing and bolted into the darkness of the woods, making many turns and twists, stopping and looking lost very frequently.
It isn't a game, no, no. It's a play! An act! She thought all the while looking scared. Alois lead him on, keeping him back but close, and slowly orienting them towards the road through a series of turns and stops.
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Post by MapleEgg on Feb 11, 2016 14:29:47 GMT -6
Seeker | WandererShe was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess
It was there. She could see the dip of the ground that signaled a small trickle, perhaps just a small spring letting it's waters touch the surface of the earth they raced across. She could still hear noise behind them, their pursuers still near enough and Seeker had not confirmed her suspicions about something having change about them. Regardless she pulled up tight to the injured mare beside her to speak under her rushing breath. "veer left and follow this Creek, it looks deep enough to walk it. Slow a bit so not to turn and ankle but keep in the waters. Follow me and when I leave it stay in the waters for just a bit more then head towards the town" Seeker gently dipped her muzzle in the direction she knew their safety lay. "I will circle and join you to hopefully lead them far enough for you to get there" Though panting, Seeker felt a strange thrill ripple her flesh as she thought about separating but it was needed. It was clearly tiring her companion to run like this and soon that leg would become even more of a hindering risk than Seeker could handle. She had to do something to get her companion to safety and I'd that meant a risk to her own flesh she was fine with that.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Feb 11, 2016 17:10:19 GMT -6
Shiann | Wanderer
“Alright.” Shiann looked in the direction of the stream, a dark break of movement in the snow. She would follow it as Seeker told her. Tears threatened to return to Shiann’s eyes, knowing that they will be separated, but she was determined that they would get through this. “I’ll see you in town then, yeah?” Then she was in the water. The frigid liquid stabbed at dapple mare’s ankles before they all together went numb. Her pace slowed significantly as she carefully picked her way between the ice and rocks. It was insanely difficult. The sickening feeling of being stalked kept triggering her flight response, causing her to misstep several times, but she was making progress. Things were going as well as expected when suddenly, an intense pain shot up from her hind leg, traveling up her spine to the nape of her neck. It grounded her instantly. “AUGH.” Shiann dug her chin to her chest and clenched her teeth in an effort to conceal her cry of agony. Her injured leg was finally beginning to give out. Moving slower was giving her body time to remind her of it. I need to get out of the water. She thought while collecting herself. Back in the trees and snow, Shiann made her trek towards town at a leisure canter, making sure to put next to no weight on her injured leg. The pain had lessened since the moment in the creek, but her leg continued to throb considerably. There was no doubt the fracture had deepened. Still, Shiann kept going. She didn’t have a choice. She had to get to the King’s Road. She had to make it to town where she’d meet up with Seeker and the others and, together, drink away this horrifying night from memory. Oh, I do hope the others haven’t fallen yet.From between the trees a faint silhouette began to take form. Shiann stopped abruptly fearing a one of the cultists had foreseen Seeker’s plan. But something about the figure kept her from changing her course. Squinting through the heavy snowfall, Shiann began to pick out features she recognized as belonging to the grey Andalusian from original band of mares. A brief thrill overcame her at the realization. She was still alive. But who was following her? (383)
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Post by Queerly on Feb 12, 2016 8:19:19 GMT -6
There was no thrill in chasing a wounded mouse, and so when the mares shattered their unified course, Kira's hooves took after Seeker. She was the more interesting catch."I will run you down," She called into the swelling darkness, and the snow amplified her voice, made it ring through the canopy of leafless branches that stretched across the sky like claws, "I will show you agony so pure and sweet that you will beg for the respite of death."
Her advantage was no secret. Kira was younger and larger, her lean legs capable of loping strides that her prey's physiology couldn't match. Digend did not favor the weak or those prone to failure. The Twins had proven their worth to him when they'd ripped the throat from a wolf, and Kira would be sure to watch the life drain from Seeker's eyes as surely as it had left the canine's frantic gaze so many years prior.
She was going to catch her. The mare hoped Seeker knew this. She hoped that the knowledge curdled the blood in her veins.
It was upon a snowy slope that her prophecy was realized, and she had drawn close enough to grasp the mare's flaxen tail between her teeth. As gleefully as a cat toyed with her meal and thrice as heartlessly, Kira slammed upon her hind legs and, with the full force of her body thrown into the swing, threw Seeker down the slope's sharp incline.
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Arik didn't mind hunting flightless birds. When injured, an animal had to rely upon their ingenuity, and he could appreciate cleverness in his quarry. When Seeker and Shiann parted, his shadow was swift to follow in the latter's wake. She was the more interesting catch.
He took his time. The stallion had melded into the shadows at his twin's suggestion, and from his hidden vantage point he tracked her with ruby eyes, watching her struggle through the river, her troublesome leg producing naught but grief. It was smart, he mused, to utilize the water to cover up one's scent, but only when the water wasn't iced. The cracks she left in it, the deep pits where her hooves shattered the frost, they were as clear a trail as hoofprints if one was observant enough.
His ears tipped forward when she exited the stream. She was favoring the hind leg more than ever, and he took some small, measured satisfaction in the pain she put herself through to escape. Horses went to great lengths to weasel out of destiny, even when it was clearly fruitless. That was also something he could appreciate, if only because it amused him.
On silent hooves, he followed her.
It wasn't long before he caught the distinct sounds of another crashing through the snow. A flash of silver caught his eye. Another mare, one of the ones who had been the first to bolt. Another chased her. Dark gray. Fletcher.
"I don't suspect you'll survive on charity a second time." He called to Shiann, and let his form finally slip free of the shadows. His pace was leisurely, nothing more than a rolling canter. Let her see that catching her was an easy task. Let her know it in her heart, and feel it deep in the pit of her stomach.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 12, 2016 22:06:32 GMT -6
Rynn | Bard "I would hope you do not carry disease, little mouse."
No, the mouse was being chased by a disease, she had not yet contracted it. Her eyes glittered with both fear and determination. Then the howl of Gytrash met her ears and the mare found it in her heart to pause, to listen for the scream of one of the mare's being caught. She wasn't greeted by either, but she did hear voices. She was close to another group. She'd run into her past little herd. Plus their pursuers. The unicorn mare lowered her horn briefly, but then afraid of it hurting one of her brief companions, raised her head again. She moved silently but with great speed towards one of the Twins. She'd miscalculated who would be where and what would happen greatly. She cannot say she knew about the incline, or of the viciousness of the Twins, for as she charged pass there was a surprised snap of teeth and Rynn felt a clip of pain. Then her hooves walked on air for seconds. In the moment Rynn thought she had either died and was finally meeting her Lord to tend to her needs, or that her Lord had granted her great wings to escape from harm. Neither. The plummet started and the pony mare barely had time to think about how to land it before she crashed and rolled down the rest of the slope. Snow flurried around her fall, a white dust, an everlasting sprinkle. The world's end. The mare huffed once, twice, then rolled onto her side. Her long glittering horn kept her head angled sharply down, it had penetrated half frozen ground and was now partially stuck. With another tug, she pulled it free and her head shot up, allowing her first chance to survey her new surroundings. There in the snow beside her was an equally bewildered looking Seeker. The pony mare immediately sent her a look of apology, as if it had been her fault that the Cultists had found them. "May Alya grant you wings in the afterlife." Needless to say, Rynn was set on believing they were all as good as dead now. The mare's ears pricked sharply upwards as she heard the sounds of more crashing. Perhaps it was one of the other mares? A cultist come to draw their blood or kill them off. The mare was not familiar with the Night of Bloodletting, only that a Bride was chosen, and often very dead by the end of the night, and that a chase generally ensued. Her glittering eyes again took in the area and she saw with horror that this was an area they had already trekked through. Where the snow was deep, around the shoulders in some places. It would be impossible to run through. If that were to be true, that they were back on the original path. Any moment now, the Hellhound, his Mistress, and the One with Child would come galloping past and be very, very trapped. [504 Words] |
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Post by MapleEgg on Feb 13, 2016 1:33:38 GMT -6
Seeker | WandererShe was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess
A deep tear came from deep in Seeker's throat as she screamed in fright, her clear bell voice resounding off the trees around her. She had felt the dark presence near her and knew at least one of the blasted devils was on her heels. What Seeker had not know was just how darn close Kira had gotten. Before she could even fathom there was some sort of slope near to her, she was falling. A sickening moment passed where everything seemed to freeze in Seekers mind as the bottomless feeling of falling filled her being. She took in the snow below her and felt the throb on the back of legs and wonder vaguely if they had been broken. Before those thoughts could solidify though the landing came. Being no bird nor even one of the horse-kin with wings she landed hard on her side, clenching her eyes hard shut against the fear of injury. Knowing full well about how fragile their big bodies could be if put in positions it wasn't meant for. Lucky for Seeker the snow gave quiet a great cushion and even though it jarred her body to land she made it through with no great injury. Blinking softly as she righted herself to her stomach she looked back up the slope, her vision fuzzy along the edges she could not say if the she-beast was there or not. Shaking her gold locks to free them of the snow she started suddenly as loud bangs and crashing ripped her world again. Alas it was not her world but one of the other mares who had just careened down the slope she had been tossed off. Blinking rapidly she looked at the mare and tilted her head to the side in bafflement. 'What an odd night this truly is becoming' Seeker thought to herself as the mare plucked her horn from the ground and looked to her with a look of... Apology? Seeker gave a noncommittal shrug to the situation in general."May Alya grant you wings in the afterlife."This phrase from the mare made Seeker tilt her head back in the opposite direction, why would she want wings? "Well..." Seeker huffed and weakly got to her legs. She'd much rather the after life give her freedom of pain, she thought as she winced from the ache that rippled through the side she had fallen on. So much for fleeing now. Though stable and would surely recover, if given the chance, her front leg seemed numb and both hind legs ached horribly. Even a few ribs might be cracked from impact. Hell she hurt! Regardless she stood and came to the other mare who began looking around. She too heard the noises of running and flight, steeling herself for the sureness of death she stood proud and gingerly walked between Rynn and the noise. The other was still on the ground and Seeker would stand as guard until she stood. With darkened eyes she waited to see the source of crashing, quiet expecting to see the dark forms of at least one of the twins come out of the wood. Huffing gently from general tiredness she waited for what seemed like hours but simple was seconds. Soon a dire flicker of movement shown through the snow and trees. Her heart soared and sunk in the same moment, and uncomfortable feeling. It was Cassidy.
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Post by RusticForrest on Feb 21, 2016 14:11:02 GMT -6
Genesis | The Ascendant
[ WC: 220 | Post: #5 ]
Funnel them in. The desire had gone unspoken, for it was simply understood, at the end of the night, they would all come together, and the bride would be chosen. As the blood-colored mare ran through the pines, coming upon the flank of the palomino mare, hooves travelling faster here where the trees had blocked most of the snow from cascading beneath their sheltered canopies. Amber eyes followed the trail of smoke left in the wake of the gytrash she'd trained for so many years to follow her will. Abaddon did her job well, and the pregnant mare was chased further and further down the way. All that was left was for Genesis to come in and cut her off.
Adrenaline coursed through her legs, and the Ascendant was pounding through the snow. Once she was free from the trees, her speed would be cut in half, so, she would have to make a solid start before trying to plow through the heavy white blanket. As Abaddon vaporized and revaporized, Genesis timed her jump. Five paces. Four. Two. One. With a mighty push from her backlegs, Genesis was free of the trees, landing directly in the path of the smaller mare, directing her to run in the direction of some particularly tall snowdrifts.
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Post by Flarism on Feb 22, 2016 17:51:39 GMT -6
Cassidy could barely slow her pace enough to avoid plowing into the Ascendent straight off. It was with a mad scramble of hooves that she somehow managed to skid to a stop, her green eyes frantically searching for a way out. She could turn, run back into the forest. But lacking the head start she had before, she doubted very much that she could stay out of Genesis' grasp. The cliffside was a climb she could not make, nor were the snowbanks. She was well and truly trapped. Behind the bloodred mare she could see some of her fellows, similarly beaten and exhausted by the chase. Frantic breaths lit the air with mist, her heart racing a frantic rhythm and blood pulsing so fiercely she could scarce hear anything else. "Please," she breathed, her eyes locking on the foul night's mother. "Have mercy."Truly she was desperate if she turned to pleading with the cultists. She could only hope a sickening hope that they would take another in her place. Wishing death on another was a vicious thing, but she had something to protect. [184 Words - Post 6]
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 28, 2016 14:04:42 GMT -6
Rynn | Bard Rynn watched in horror as the cream colored mare galloped past only to be barred by the snow. Rynn watched as she turned frantically. She looked as if she was well and truly afraid. The cultists, with blood stained coats, would reap that fear from her. This looked to be the soon-to-be mother's only mistake. A fatal mistake if the cultists acted like the stories made them out to be. The horses were being regrouped, driven back to a central point. The unicorn mare could see very well what was in hand. Her dark horn flashed in the moonlight as snow continued to fall. The end for one of them was near. A dark coat rippled as it slid down the cliff, having chosen a careful path. One of the twins had made their way down, Kira. The horse was almost as terrifying as the Ascendant with her blood colored eyes and snake-like expression. Growls could be heard from each group's horses as unbeknownst to them, they headed directly for the final stop. Within moments all of the horses would be here and Rynn could only predict what was going to happen. Blood would be spilled, and a lot of it at that. [218 Words] (Start rounding up y'all, we've got a plot to bring to a close c:) |
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Post by SagaWolf on Mar 6, 2016 3:02:43 GMT -6
Fletcher | Cultist Post 5 Word Count: 207
Fletcher drove the grey mare as only years of experience had taught him. He recognized the twists and turns, the attempt to steer him to her favor, and for the most he could counter her actions. More than once his teeth snapped the air sharply, only seconds from where her skin had been, frustration getting the better of him as she kept darting and weaving. Why couldn't she simply give in? With any luck she wouldn't be the chosen one, but of course this mare had fire and a sweet desire to live. He could appreciate that, she would make a fine bride and he pushed on and on through the snow and trees to try and prove her worth. Movement was caught to the side of them, dark figures, terrified figures, mares and hunters. He barely caught the voice of Arik, but the dark twin's presence confirmed that Fletcher was on the right track. He pushed up alongside Alois, plowing through the snow like the beast he truly was, only to slam his heavy body into the mare. He would drive her to the gathering no matter the cost, and teeth flashed again as he sought to sink them deep into her neck and draw blood. |
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Post by sansatine on Mar 6, 2016 9:31:22 GMT -6
Alois | Bard
Alois was undoubtedly getting tired of this chase. the snow was thick and falling and concealed the dips and ditches of the ground. Every now and again her foot would fall through deeper than the others and she would stumble a little bit before proceeding. She was angry and tired, but kept going onward.
Through the barren trees and snow, Alois saw a figure. It was sheepish and small, no way a cultist, but certainly a cultist. Alois squinted her eyes and recalled the features of one of the mares from the hoard she began this night in. It was the mare with a limp. Alois cursed. The ass of a stallion behind her would surely leave her to chase the limping mare, and Alois would not be the cause of her death.
The greying mare turned away from the lame mare before she came to close, but she was hit with a sudden jolt. The stallion had used his strength to hit her away from her course and into a tree. As she hit the tree, a sharp branch pierced her side and she bit back the pain as snow fell in heaps from the disturbed tree. Alois moved to escape, but her neck was caught by the stallion.
He was so close to her. This was a space for intimate encounters and he was tainting it with his smell of dried blood and sweat. His yellow teeth sunk into her neck and caused her to scream out in pain. She kicked out through her pain and saw the lame mare watching in fear.
"The need to live is greater than any pain, for any god's sake just RUN!" She called to her.
Alois grew tired, she'd accepted it-rather, her body did. She was going to be these cultist's toy for an eve and then be gone forever.
Just run, please.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Mar 7, 2016 0:59:05 GMT -6
Shiann | Wanderer
“I don't suspect you'll survive on charity a second time”, the words crept up behind Shiann like a dagger through the back. The dark form of the boy twin finally revealed itself and it crushed her. To think she had evaded him was obviously the foolish wish of a naive filly. She looked at him with sad and tired eyes. “The whole time?” Her voice was hoarse, and thick with grief. Shiann’s stamina was near it’s end and the excruciating pain she held in her leg was beginning to blur her vision. All she could do to keep some sort of distance was to limp backwards away from the threat. It was pathetic. She kept her head low, ears pinned to head, and eyes fixed on the demon approaching her. He came slowly, no doubt getting off on the torturous effect it was having on her. The monster. A large crash forced Shiann to tear away from the red eyes of her hunter to the where she had last seen the grey mare. The other body that followed her was now at her neck. The mare’s scream of anguish pierced her ears and fell heavily into the pit of her stomach. Just witnessing the violence was enough to cause her breath to quicken. STOP IT! LET HER GO! She heard herself screaming but the words could not escape her. The two mares locked eyes in a moment of shared time and fate. Through that one gaze, all the suffering, panic, and anger they had was shared between them. The grey called out to the painted, "The need to live is greater than any pain, for any god's sake just RUN!” Her words brought Shiann back to her own conflict. The lone twin had been watching her all the while. He seemed to enjoy the added pain the whole exchange had caused her. Never had she hated a being so fully. She bared her teeth at him then she took another step back and screamed out into the forest to the struggling mare, “AND YOU FIGHT. FIGHT WITH EVERYTHING. YOUR LIFE IS YOURS AND FUCK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TAKE IT!” Shiann groaned in fear and frustration at her hunter before gathering up her will to take off on her final sprint. Tears fell down her cheeks as she sobbed from her wound and situation. It’s my life… You can’t have it…
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Post by Flarism on Mar 31, 2016 15:26:47 GMT -6
Chapter One: End
The night would end as it did each year on the wretched date- with a death. As the horses both fair and foul came together once more, it was clear enough who the Ascendant had chosen. The rest, though harried and hurt, would keep their lives. Genesis' barking order would be music to the ears of the potential prey, for only in that moment did they know they were safe. But their relief was soured by the knowledge that they would be witness to the grim ritual. This was why the cultists had led them all back, as if they known exactly what their Ascendant had intended. Maybe they did. Maybe not. It hardly mattered in the end. Cassidy fought as much as she was able, adding a scar to Genesis' many, but she was easily overpowered. Her throat was cut as tradition dictated, and her final breath carried an apology to her unborn son. The Ascendant was not yet done, however. She was a crafty thing, and there was an opportunity not yet plundered. The child, so close to birth, was cut from the fallen mare's stomach. A colt, cloven hooves marking him a unicorn, opened his eyes for the first time, and they settled on the bloodred Genesis. She, who would become his mother, and the cult his family. And so the night did come to an end, the morning sun rising over the print-littered snow. Those who had survived treked onward, the event forever marked on their minds. Those who had chased receded into the shadows, taking their prize with them. It was safe to say the wanderers would take care their wandering not lead them out on the Night of Bloodletting again. -------------------------------
Thanks to everyone who posted so actively, it was really fun. I'm sorry we weren't able to see this one through to completion. Hopefully the changes we make in future events will help with the problems we ran into here.
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