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Post by bellasuem on Oct 12, 2017 21:59:43 GMT -6
Thrynn
Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
Crows squawked at each other high above the lone Raider's head, rustling between the branches of imposing pines that swayed lightly in the wind.
The stallion's ear twitched at the shrill sounds coming from above, but it was his body reacting out of instinct more than anything else. He barely noticed the noise. His mind, as it always seemed to be lately, was buzzing far too loudly with thoughts for him to pick up on the discrepancies of restless birds. The gravity of the outcome of his last assignment still tore at him. It was a tragedy, and as much as he wanted to forget the town of Holmsa he knew he couldn't. He wouldn't. It was his duty to protect his herdmates, and to succeed in that aspect one must know what they were up against.
Still, part of him wished to forget. Thrynn wasn't sure if he was better off alone, on solo patrols like this one where he could be alone with his thoughts, as awful as they tended to be as of late, or if he would be happier in group missions. It got his mind off of things for a while. but the thoughts always returned to him, and he'd miss things the other Raiders would say, or fail to answer when they were addressing him in particular. It was embarrassing, but none of his friends pried, at least. He was grateful for that.
The appaloosa snorted and broke into a brisk trot. He was tired of this. Tired of his own thoughts. Why couldn't he have any good ones? Pine needles crunched underfoot as he made his way down a small footpath somewhere deep in one of Onea's many forests. Dusk would begin to fall in about an hour; a fair amount of time for Thrynn to make it back to one of the outposts closer to Skeldr as long as he didn't run into anything on the way. He pushed himself forward into a rolling canter, much preferring the loud thud of his hooves to the voice in his head.
WC: 353
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Post by grumpyhyena on Oct 13, 2017 10:27:48 GMT -6
Cassiopeia Female | Scout | War Forged
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The mule had been plodding through the southern woods for the better half of a day. Following tracks in the undergrowth wasn't the most thrilling of tasks, but it was one that had to be done. She could not tell how many she was following, they were smart enough to travel in a single file line, but her best guess that there were at least three. If it were only snowing, it would make tracking them and counting their numbers so much easier. Cassi weaved through the trees, walking over the tracks she was following. The mat of leaves that cushioned the forest floor were disturbed and occasionally she'd be lucky enough to find bushes or low hanging trees that had been disrupted by the path of the horses. Sloppy traveling made her job all the easier. The day was quickly wearing on and Cassi was making quick ground on the group she was stalking. By the latter half of noon she caught a glimpse of the horses through the trees. Cass ducked behind the trees, hiding the pale of her white pelt against the ruddy colors of the trees. From the distance she was at she could make out four horses, more than she would have preferred, honestly, but Cass wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She slinked through the trees, edging closer and closer to the group. From a closer proximity she could see all four horses that made up the group. They had paused their journey to rest, they obviously had been walking for some time, longer than Cass had even been tracking them. The four were engrossed in their exchange, one that Cassi wasn’t concerned about until she caught one word, Digend. Her lips twisted downwards in dissatisfaction. Of course they couldn’t be regular Vagabonds. They had to be idolatrous Cultists. Worshipers of a false god. They were even more unwelcome in Onea now. Cass had enough stalking and quiet tracking, the strangers had worn out their welcome and it was past time for them to take their leave. She stepped out from under the trees, presenting herself with a firm scowl on her face, “It is time for you lot to leave, preferably south.” her voice was a stern boom against the generally muted forest. All four practically jumped out of their skins at the sound of her voice, but the surprise didn’t last long. Cass was easily outmatched, four against one, and the Cultists quickly caught onto that. One pulled a weapon from its sheath and rushed at her. Cass steadied her body, stance wide and balanced, as the stallion charged forward she lifted a single cloven hoof and smacked it hard against the ground. Ahead of her dark spires of rock thrust forth from the leaf bank, deadly sharp points aimed at his chest, “Either you walk out, or I bury you.”
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Post by bellasuem on Oct 15, 2017 9:54:24 GMT -6
Thrynn Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
Just as the squabbling corvids had barely registered to the preoccupied stallion, the muted voices coming from somewhere in the forest ahead of him took a few moments to actually reach his consciousness. His ears quirked and swiveled as he tried to hone in on the exact direction. The thick foliage made everything sound farther away, but he was able to focus in on them at last. He took up a slow trot, not wanting to give himself away too easily. He didn't know what or who he was approaching, after all, especially since dusk was rapidly approaching. If a group were out at this hour, this far from any major towns... Well, odds are they probably weren't the wholesome sort.
When he finally spotted the group through the trees, it was clear his suspicions were correct. The first horse he spotted was a small flash of white that stood out from the landscape. It seemed to be threatening the group of four across the small clearing. Thrynn knew the four weren't Forged, but he couldn't tell if the tiny white mare was one of the herd or just some unlucky loner who happened upon a group of four other, more unsavory-type Vagabonds. Either way, it was clear she was outnumbered and it was becoming increasingly obvious that the four other horses were getting more and more agitated.
He would have to take his chances. The peach stallion was about to reveal himself when the little mare put on a display of her gift, putting a halt in his step as well as the stallion who had attempted to charge her. She was telling them to go South... She must be a Scout, or one of Hira's Valkyries, if she was ordering them out of War-Forged territory. A new sense of urgency took over now that one of his herdmates was in danger, and Thrynn silently moved through the underbrush to the back of the group, taking advantage of their confusion and shock at the sudden eruption of Kaia's finest and oldest weapon at their friend's feet.
"This isn't your forest, outsiders," came Thrynn's deep voice as he stepped out from behind the group, feeling a tinge of pride and amusement as they squabbled to get a look at this new development. It had been a while since he felt either of those things, and it did wonders to renew his energy. He lunged forward, just a single stride, but it was enough. The group flinched, caught between him and a literal hard place that manifested itself in the form of cold stone points promising a quick death. Thrynn's yellow eyes searched for the white mare behind the earthen wall, but it was getting darker and darker under the thick pines. He hoped she would realize he was on her side, given that she didn't seem shy about using her blessing to its full extent. The surprise would wear off the four vagabonds quickly enough, and they would have a fight on their hooves if intimidation didn't work.
WC: 512
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Post by grumpyhyena on Oct 15, 2017 16:06:18 GMT -6
Cassiopeia Female | Scout | War Forged
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Dark was encroaching quickly, consuming the forest, only making the encounter harder to handle. But lo, look a bird scared from it’s hiding place, a stallion came blazing out of the thick of the forest, charging down the cultists. It started her, she hadn’t noticed him in the slightest, though it was to her fortune that he was seemingly on her side. By the looks of him, Cass could guess a Raider. The cultist stallion that had tried to charge her down turned his attention onto the new player, sword at the ready. The three cultists that remained, standing, looking rather shell-shocked, snapped to their senses, eyes focusing onto the two War Forged horses.
Cassi snorted, hooves digging into the earth and pulverizing it like a mad bull. On her whim, the spikes she had formed slipped back into the earth and she made a rush forward. Head down low, she charged at the three cultists. As she approached, they scattered away, afraid of the horn aimed at them, or her ability to control the ground underneath them. They rushed back, separating them from the stallion that was focused on the War Forged Raider, who seemed too occupied to notice his friends had left his back exposed. But the cultists wouldn’t be chased off so easily, Cassiopeia and her unlikely and unfamiliar ally, were still outnumbered, 2 to 1.
The scuffle picked up when Cassi made the mistake to focus for a split second on Thrynn, trying to discern if she knew who he was. During that moment one of the three cultists that had scattered, bowled into her. Cassi wasn’t large by any standards, obviously built like a draft, but compared to most horses around her she was squat in stature. The taller and larger horses easily swiped her hooves out from under her and she rolled across the ground. In her moment of panic, she threw up squared pillars of rock all around her, trying to knock back any horse that dared come to close to her while she rolled on her back. Well, she figured, I know what tortoises feel like now… She probably would have laughed if there wasn’t the danger of some heathen vagabond digging a sword into her belly. Cass rolled to her hooves, the pillars of rock she had thrown up in panic had struck a couple of the assembled horses, one of the cultists also pitched back and forth on the ground, trying to regain their footing.
“That was a good one…” she mussed at the cultists, “But it won’t happen again.”
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WC: 444
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Post by bellasuem on Oct 17, 2017 21:36:21 GMT -6
Thrynn Stallion / Raider / War-Forged
The brief moment of stillness and surprise was over as quickly as it came, and Thrynn suddenly had an angry Cultist leering at him from behind a glinting blade. Letting out a vicious snort, Thrynn used his telekinesis to swing a nearby rock up towards the assailing stallion. The sharp cling of metal rang out as the rock made contact with the blade before flinging out of sight. The impact was enough to stall the stallion, and more importantly put his blade into a less ideal position for a moment. The appaloosa sprung on the opening, charging head-first into the unlucky Cultist. The two horses were about the same size, but Thrynn's momentum gave him an advantage and he managed to knock the opposing stallion back a few steps.
Not leaving any opening for retaliation, Thrynn thrust his head down at the Cultist's shoulder. His horn made decent contact, and the cry of pain and anger let him know it was a well-placed hit. Riding off the surge of adrenaline at being sliced with a horn, the bloody stallion chomped onto Thrynn's crest. As he raised his head up to escape the hold, the Cultist struck Thrynn squarely in the chest with a hoof, landing a solid blow of his own against the Raider.
As Thrynn recoiled back, readying a second strike, he noticed the other Cultists gang up on the small mare, pitching her into the dirt. Her gift made quick work of a couple of them, toppling them backwards over themselves as they struck the earth in a similar fashion. It would almost look comical if their lives weren't in danger.
He needed to get over to her. Three against one wasn't fair in any situation. His eyes locked back onto the Cultist in front of him, and he dug his back hooves into the earth before launching himself forward again. The idiot stallion didn't even lift up his blade in time to land a hit. Thrynn didn't know who this Cultist had been fighting in the past, but it was obvious that none of them knew how to throw themselves into a fight like a proper Forged horse did.
Despite efforts to brace himself, the Cultist's weakened shoulder gave out on him and he went toppling into the dirt as well. With an unimpressed snort, Thrynn picked up his opponents blade and hurled it into the woods. "Not much of a loss; you didn't seem to know how to use it in the first place," he sneered, before planting both of his front hooves firmly against the side of the fallen stallion's neck. When he looked up at the commotion, his herd mate and her foes seemed to be going at it again. "Hey! Do any of you lot care about this one, or should I break his neck now and save us all the trouble?" he threatened, leering down at the Cultist with a deadly glare. Thrynn could feel blood dripping off the slice in his chest, but he was still in a better position than his would-be attacker, and judging by the look in the Cultist's eye, he knew it too.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 10, 2017 12:39:18 GMT -6
Cassiopeia
Female | Scout | War Forged
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ There was dirt smeared across the white of her coat, but getting dirty was something that she was good at. Two of her foes were wallowing on the ground and the other seemed suddenly more afraid of facing her and her comrade. She turned to look at Thrynn’s work, the stallion was lying prostrate on the ground, fear glinting in his eyes. It was good work. Cassiopeia turned her attention back to the trio in front of her, the two that had been tossed off their hooves, scrambling to stand once more. Cassi tossed her head back, grinning at the cultists with no small amount of spite in her expression. She lifted her hoof, the spires of hardened earth slipping back into the ground, “I suggest you lot head south, out of Onea.” her voice was filled with confidence, her ears slicked back, a deadly look on her face, “Or you’ll meet your end today.” she growled. The fear that glistened in the cultist’s eyes practically fueled Cassi. How embarrassing it must have been for four armed horses to be taken out by her and her comrade. (And from what she could tell neither of them were equipped with a weapon.) __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ WC: 213 ((Sorry I took so long responding x.x I sat for a real long time on this post)) |
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