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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 10:18:39 GMT -6
 Antiope
sometimes the king is a woman
Antiope wasn't armored, save for the pronged helmet which marked her as commander. Her power came from her lightness, her agility, her speed. Her presentation was ostentatious as a result, her whole muscled body covered in the rippling light of an iridescent rainbow of feathers and a metallic copper coat. She shone with every motion, disciplined muscles creating an ever-changing band of brightness that drew the enemy's eye. As her spear made contact with Kanaloa, she danced to avoid his dagger in an audible flurry of wings and a long banner of a tail. It was a dazzling shock of color.
The Talori used theater to control others. The extravagant architecture, the mosaics, the statues -- they were all weapons of fear, of a silent, constant war that had been waged for centuries. They commanded their continent with spectacle, and Antiope had learned to do the same. It had been her bright coat and magnificent colors (symbols of beauty to the Talori) that her parents had claimed made her worthy, despite her wings and foul blood. She'd never forgotten.
Now the sight of her glowing body was a weapon too. She kept it bare, unprotected, yet it didn't bear the wrinkle of a single visible scar. It told the Talori that their enemy was too bright, too fast, too magnificent. She assured herself of this.
Antiope whirled her spear, with the bladed end this time, and jabbed at the Guardian again. Her feet were fast, driving towards Kanaloa, hoping to push him back; she refused to give up ground to his pitiful weapon. Kanaloa spoke to her, urging surrender, and she focused her golden stare on his, pushing toward him, her face stony. Her solemn silence, punctuated by hateful eyes, was her only reply.
She noticed Madoka's weapon a moment too late, bucking her hind end nimbly but taking a slice to her stifle. Hot pain trickled down her leg, ignored in the rush of battle. The dagger had been thrown with skill, had nearly pierced her feathered flank. Her gaze swung the younger stallion's way and, with a final baleful stare at Kanaloa, she reared.
With the sound of a thunderclap, she was gone.
Her teleportation blessing cracked like thunder again as she reappeared over Madoka, spear pointed downward, and dropped from above. 382 words | post 2lmao i'm just. whipping out the billions of AP i just dumped into her blessing sdkfjsd basically, she stabbed at kanaloa with the spear, trying to drive him backwards away from the palace, got cut by madoka's dagger, then teleported above madoka to drop on him |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 14, 2018 23:32:20 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron The hippocampus' screech of pain reached his ears like sweet, refreshing water washing over one after a long journey in a desert. The urge to do more almost consumed him, he had to be smart. This wasn't a one on one fight...he had to deal with the Guardian as well. However, his excitement didn't wane. His grin stayed sewn to his face as if it would never leave as he watched blood pool at the hooves of the being in front of him. However, instead of kneeling down to catch their breath, they recoiled and spat some sort of green goo in his direction with a hiss. Milo snorted in surprised and jerked backwards, beating his wings once to avoid the green spit and lifting him a few feet off the ground. The venom had a much further range than he had anticipated, and a bit of it landed on his knee where it twinged the skin under the fur. Good thing he moved when he did, for when Daemyn surged forward with dagger slashing at his wing, it instead slid off of his prosthetic leg. The young pegasus landed with a snarl and squared his shoulders and swung his sword threateningly before...putting it away, the blade dirty with blood, causing the thick red liquid to drip down his side. He drew instead a knife, prompting his opponents closer. Once they were close enough, he let out a scream that shook the windows of the palace. The sound had enough force to not only deafen for a bit, but push both of them backwards, which was at this point, was a wall. Ears pinned, he felt his blood rushing through his veins faster and his breaths coming in intensity. His Blessing...it was strong again! He lifted his head and half reared, pawing the air for a moment. Alya...she must have returned!!
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 16, 2018 2:45:47 GMT -6
Kanaloa
Talori | Guardian
Kanaloa didn’t care for spectacle. He didn’t have magnificent armor and his body was definitly wasn’t without a scar to show, years on protection duty and a bad habit of selfneglect having painted his body. Kanaloa didn’t care about appearances, bit he did care about conviction and of that he had plenty. He wanted to see his herd back safe, the horses within it protected, these villains driven out. Yet it seemed that all the conviction in the world wouldn’t help today. Not when his opponent’s spear came swinging towards his vulnerable neck and he realized he couldn’t back up enough to avoid it in time.
Time suddenly seemed slower.
He knew he would die eventually. As a guardian one always had to consider the risk of dying in the line of duty. He was prepared for that, or so he liked to tell himself. Only recently he had held a funeral for his fellow guardian Klaus. The end was inevitable, if not some other cause, then age would get you and take you back to the mother’s embrace. That didn’t make Kanaloa want to die any more. What good had he brought to this world? He had no wife, no children. Had never reached the rank he so desired. Hadn’t even passed on his teachings properly onto the next generation. Life seemed so pointless if he died now.
Kanaloa raised his dagger again in a futile attempt to block what was coming for him.
As Antiope's spear lunged towards the guardian, time seemed to slow almost to a standstill. A voice spoke, strong and powerful, yet familiar and comforting.
"Kanaloa."
The voice continued, unfaltering. "The stars have heard the silent plea of your soul, and I have answered." The god's presence was overwhelming, and if the stallion could have moved, he would have fallen to his knees. Instead, he stood in quiet awe of the goddess as she spoke, lost in the stillness of the moment.
"I see you, my child, and you have not been forgotten. I offer you a gift in your time of need, a reflection of who you and who you can become. Intangibility. Just as you are firm in your beliefs and duty, letting nothing stop you as you push forward, this blessing will let nothing stand in your way. No obstacle has been too great for you to overcome, my child, and with this blessing, none ever will. Use it wisely, my son, and it will serve you well."
With those words, Cascade was gone, leaving the guardian to face his attacker as time resumed once more.
It was a miracle. Kanaloa would say so for every day of the rest of his life, because as he backed up far enough and managed to throw the spear’s trajectory of with his dagger, it would still have grazed his throath and done enough damage. With his goddess’ help it didn’t, the tip of the spear passing right through.
Kanaloa stumbled as Antiope disappeared, taking a few seconds to come to terms with the fact that he was in fact not dead or heavily wounded. Then he gathered himself and charged into the frey again, smelling blood in the direction that cursed horse had disappeared, heavy hooves coming up in an attempt to kick her off his fellow Talorian. He had been given a little longer to live by his godsess of whom he hadn’t ever expected anything. He would be damned if he didn’t make the most of it.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 17, 2018 2:32:04 GMT -6
Taishen
Dumb and Mad and Unaware of Irony
Taishen’s lips were already peeled back from his clenched, bared teeth, else he would have grinned in feral satisfaction as his spear connected solidly with the mare’s legs, as she went down in a tumble of feathers and wild eyes. Taishen’s own mahogany gaze locked with hers, and again the Guardian of only a few months ago would not have recognized himself, would not have known, wanted to know, the stallion who stood over the fallen pegasus with glittering, cold eyes as he swung his spear, as he saw his opponent (a mare, a mare) look at him with fear and he only bared his teeth, the whirling grey clouds coalescing over his head and unleash a fierce, driving rain that spattered all around the stallion, though he remained dry.
He hadn’t lost control of his water manipulation in a long time. He hadn’t seen his family in a much longer time. He’d never attacked a mare. For just one, shivering moment, the cold savagery in Taishen’s eyes faltered, cracked. He saw Evan’s fear, as she turned inward, remembering. And in that momentary weakness, Taishen was too slow to see the deliberation flare in Evan’s eyes, to evade the sudden lunge.
And then Othello was between them, taking the blow meant for him. A guttural snarl tore from Taishen’s throat as he danced sideways, furious with himself. For showing mercy, weakness, toward this vermin. She wasn’t a victim, wasn’t an innocent, wasn’t even a mare- she was filth, filth that had torn his family, his herd, his life apart. She was responsible for the death of that old Taishen, the one who would have tried words before fighting, would have tried to take prisoners over lives, who would have felt shame at knocking down a smaller opponent.
And so it was that the new Taishen, forged in the Wilds from the ashes of his former self and scattered herd, whirled to cover Othello’s unprotected side, and with a concentration of will, formed and launched a solid, shining missile of water at Evan’s face, seeking to clog her ears, her eyes, her nose. Deafen, blind, drown, he thought, or maybe screamed.
Did scream, eyes screwing shut and ears flattening in sudden, splintering agony as Milo's cry rent the air, an agonizing manifestation of the storm in Taishen's soul. Wetness registered dimly in the Guardian's awareness, and he didn't know if it was his rain, or blood from his ears.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 18, 2018 4:31:08 GMT -6
MADOKA
Talori Agriculturist
Madoka was not surprsied to see his dagger hit it's mark. He was not surprised to see the anger and hatred in Antiope's gaze as her attention was on him and he met it with his own, deepset anger. He was surprised though, when she disappeared. That was not a blessing he was accustomed to and clearly it was not a blessing of Cascade. Flicking his gaze, he looked all around him, not seeing her anywhere until something clicked in his head to look up. But he noticed too late. A flash of gold was all he saw as he tried to dodge the brunt of her attack, pushing himself sideways but it wasn't enough to miss the sharp end of her spear as it drove through his shoulder, slicing away the skin as if it were paper. Something warm dripped down his leg, searing hot pain making his mind sharp. He was no stranger to bruises, to scars or pain. He'd gone through enough of it to build up quite the pain threshold but even his made him hiss, flatten his ears and clench his teeth. Somewhere a voice shouted, causing the windows to shake from the force but Madoka barely registered it.
God fucking damn it. His mind roared, his body pumping adrenaline which helped to dull the pain. Swinging on his haunches, out of pure reflex from the pain Madoka lunged with bare teeth at Antiope. Hopefully he could rip a mouthful of her feathers out while she was here. Vaguely he registered Kanaloa heading towards them....  ... Word Count: 261 Post 3 Antiope took a nice slice out of Madoka's shoulder and assuming she is still in close proximity, he turned around to bite her. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 11:43:11 GMT -6
The little mare was suddenly overcome by two guardians; the one who had hit her with the spear and the other who had been shooting arrows at her. Her wing collided with the flashy scaled hippocampus as he jumped in the way of his companion. Gritting her teeth with frustration, her attention shifted in the direction of Taishen. She found herself momentarily frozen as she noticed the storm brewing over his head. Her ears flicked back, gaze flickering at the drops of unnatural rain.
She had not been prepared for the sudden burst of water at her face. The cold blast hit her hard, shoving her back a couple of steps as she ducked her head to try to avoid the freezing water. She whipped her wings up before her face, blocking most of the blow and letting the water fall to her hooves. The ground was becoming slippery, her hooves loosing traction, but she refused to let herself fall. She was not going to lose this time; her last fight had been devastating enough.
A shout of determination left the pony's throat as she charged forward against the blast of water, planting her front hooves and swinging her hind end around for a double barreled kick at the blessed guardian. She wasnt exactly aiming for a devastating blow; just one that would at least turn that obnoxious water off.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 18, 2018 18:18:11 GMT -6
Hawkeye Emperor of the Talori
The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
The sound of battle rang out throughout the palace, echoing in the halls of his family's home, his home. The thought of it was infuriating. Looking around at his fallen and injured comrades made the emperor sick. Those were his people, and he'd failed them. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his temple, Hawke pressed on, falling back to regroup and continue the fight. The few guardians that remained with him were exhausted and in dire need of rest, and he would grant them that. Hawkeye would continue to fight though. What kind of a leader was he if not one who would stand and fight along side his people? As the trio made their way back to the throne room, Hawke spotted more of his guardians battling a small contingent of pegasi fighters. Urging his companions to keep going, the emperor veered off and headed down the hallway to join the fray. Adjusting his armor slightly, Hawke took hold of the twin daggers strapped to his side, clutching them firmly in his mental grasp as he charged forward, preparing to join his warriors. Aquore would belong to the Talori once more.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 18, 2018 22:10:28 GMT -6
Taishen
Guardian
Something in the corner of his eye, something that managed to snag the Guardian’s attention even in the midst of a bloody, frenetic battle. Knowing better than to take his attention off of his opponent, Taishen only intended a brief glance, one flick of his eyes without moving his head. But what he saw made the stallion forget Evan entirely, made the breath hiss from his lungs in cold shock. Thus when Evan’s hooves slammed into his chest, Taishen had no breath to lose, and was knocked to his knees in a haze of agony, unable to draw breath, unable to move. And still he did not think of Evan, his ivory-rimmed gaze still looking past her, to what had so thoroughly arrested his bloodlust.
The Emperor!
Fear blossomed in Taishen’s chest, fear for his Emperor’s life in such tight, dangerous quarters- but the fear was surpassed, it was buried, by the tidal wave of hope. The emotion buoyed him, filled his wasted frame with a surge of energy, and Taishen found himself on his hooves again, head flung high and eyes blazing. While he still drew breath, still had blood pumping through his veins, he would still fight.
“For the Emperor- for Talori!” Taishen roared, and though the words were lost in the din, they continued to echo, to thunder through Taishen’s veins, igniting his patriotic furor again and again, an endless loop that fed itself. Taishen wanted, no, he burned with the desire to go to his Emperor, to defend his mortal flesh, guard his back and take the blows meant for him- but Evan was still up facing Othello,, and Tai was not so far descended into savagery that he would abandon a comrade in the thick of battle.
So it was that even as the Guardian whirled his crude spear high, sighting down it towards the smaller mare, a sliver of his consciousness at the same time was projecting a missile of tightly formed, aerodynamic water past the Emperor, proceeding the monarch’s trajectory and hopefully aiding him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 17:02:40 GMT -6
Antiope
sometimes the king is a woman
Madoka's frenzied counterattack was no surprise to the Commander. She met his lunging face with her own, swinging her head to block her body from his bite. His teeth scraped down the engraved metal of her helmet, her burning eye rolled to stare into his with fury and hate.
Taishen's sudden outburst drew her attention, however. Springing back from Madoka, she turned to look at what had raised the Guardian's voice. At the sight of the Talori emperor, her eyes widened, her heart leaping into her throat.
"Evan! Milo!" She took Kanaloa's kick to the ribs, her eyes fixed on Hawkeye's charge. She let out a raw grunt but maneuvered sideways, choosing to disengage from Kanaloa and Madoka rather than lose her balance. Her bruised side burned as, with another flurry of wings, she leaped into the air. "KILL HIM!" Rearing back her teke, she threw her golden spear, aiming for the water-blessed Guardian in an attempt to free Evan from his attention. She remembered Taishen from a previous battle; he had been among the first to draw blood from her. He would dance with her again.
At once, Antiope felt the same rush of power Milo did. The sudden return of their goddess's presence, timed so fortuitously with the emperor's arrival, set her blood boiling. The pain from her wounds was being swallowed by intense heat and unfathomable pressure. This was an unthinkable opportunity. This could change everything. 239 words | post 3 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 21, 2018 19:38:10 GMT -6
Kalakara | Brewer | Post Six
Kali's ears were still ringing from Milo's last attack, and they almost missed Taishen's cry to rally the Talorians for a second wave of attack. But, as his scream landed on their damaged ears, it caught their attention, and the black overo turned their head, seeing the emperor for themself, leading the charge towards the Flock. Their heart pounded wildly, as they felt a rush of pride overtaking them. Their emperor had returned! He would not abandon his herd. Nay, here he was, standing before them all as their leader, bringing his herd back to their rightful place. Narrowing blue eyes, the black overo whipped their head around, sending up a spray from their watery mane as they did so. Despite their injuries, they felt a sudden wave of strength overtake them at the sight of their leader.
But they weren't the only one feeling a rush of strength. Kali couldn't have put their hoof on it, but something within the Flight's manners had changed as well. They seemed bolstered, despite the fact that the Talorian leader was facing them down, with his warriors behind him. The brightly colored pegasus flung herself into the air, golden helmet gleaming as she aimed her matching spear at the paint Guardian. Kali's eyes widened as they realized what was happening. Time slowed for a moment, as they turned, leaping towards the Guardian to gain his attention, screaming at the top of their lungs, "TAISHEN! MOVE!"
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 21, 2018 21:48:41 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
Milo's breath was momentarily taken away. He needed to bow his head for a moment as he felt the air move all around him with a new, resurrected strength that had been missing in the past months. Thank goodness for the previous blast from his vocal cords, or he would've been caught off guard and easily taken down by the two Talorians he had been confronting moments before. As his breath returned, he felt every molecule of air absorb into his blood. Alya was lending him her strength to conquer this obstacle. If there had been any question in Milo's faith after his accident when Alya disappeared, there was none now. For after all the minutes of constant fighting and using his Blessing, he felt as if he was at full energy.
Suddenly, right as his breath came back, a set of doors burst open and in came none other than Emperor Hawkeye himself. The bane of the warrior's existence for years. His lips peeled back over his teeth in distaste but also surprise at the leader's appearance. He had to fight back a scream on the spot, for at the moment he was too far away for it to land and do any damage. The young stallion tossed his head and reared, turning on his hind legs to face the incoming threat. Right as he was about to push off, his Commander's words rang through his ears. "Evan! Milo! KILL HIM!" and that was all the encouragement he needed. The grin plastered on his face grew to almost a Cheshire smile as he squared his hooves in the direction of the numerous Talorians other than the one Antiope was currently after. Before they could rally to their Emperor, he aimed a deafening vocal blast at the ceiling. One so powerful, the very air seemed to vibrate. The ceiling between the Talorians and their Emperor began to crumble, then crash to the ground piece by piece. Some very large, others smaller. No matter the size, if one landed it would result in grave injury from that height. Dodging those would keep them busy. Milo then veered back towards the charging Emperor, whom he saw Evan facing as well. The Striker launched himself forward with his hind legs, trumpeting a battle cry as he took to the air. His wings stirred up dust as he shot down the hallway alongside Evan.
One more well aimed vocal blast was enough to displace the armor from the front of the Emperor's body, leaving his ears likely damaged and the armor exposing his chest, neck, head, shoulders and forelegs. A flash of something otherworldly gleamed in Milo's eyes as the knife he had drawn before stood ready by the Emperor's head. "It's over, ocean scum." he growled. "I'm going to relish in watching your people witness your death."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 21:51:30 GMT -6
Her hooves had made contact, slamming the Guardian in the chest and knocked him to his hooves. A brief moment of victory sprung into the mare's chest, but it did not last for long. As she turned, she caught sight of the Emperor charging into battle, light glinting off the blades of his daggers. Her ears laid back as the guardian turned his spear back on her, her brow narrowing in a glare as she gritted her teeth together, ready to charge him once more.
"Evan! Milo! KILL HIM!" Their commander's voice rang over the fight as she threw an attack toward Taishen to distract him. A new found determination settled in the pit of the mare's stomach as she turned to find Milo.
Just as her gaze found him, the scream emitting from his lungs brought the ground beneath her hooves to a rumble. The roof overhead cracked and crumbled, dust falling into the hall. One by one, rubble fell, and before she knew it, the roof had fallen on its victims, one of those being the emperor himself.
Evan caught Milo moving out of the corner of her eye and she knew what she needed to do. She pushed her fear of close combat to the back of her mind as she raced to meet Milo at Hawkeye's side, dipping down to sweep up one of the stray arrows that Othello had shot at her from the start of the fight.
Just as Milo aimed a knife for Hawkeye's head, Evan found his chest in the rubble. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she avoided his gaze, refusing to look him in they eye. He had killed so many of her kind, but she still couldnt bring herself to look at him. He deserves this, she thought to herself with a scream, tears brimming in her eyes as she held the arrow over her head.
As Milo plunged his knife, Evan squeezed her eyes shut and shoved the arrow toward his heart.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 21, 2018 23:16:09 GMT -6
Hawkeye Emperor of the Talori
The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
The Emperor fell backwards as a sonic blast erupted from one of the winged equines, shaking the very foundations of the palace before causing the ceiling to collapse, trapping Hawkeye under the rubble. Ears ringing, he opened his eyes, finding himself face to face with the assailant. Disoriented as the emperor was, he couldn't hear what was being said, and honestly, he didn't care. These terrorists meant nothing to him. His people on the other hoof...they were everything. Looking around at the worn and tired faces of his guardians with the fury of a raging storm mirrored in his eyes, he knew what he had to do. Using what little strength he had in the moment, the emperor struggled to his feet, pride and rage compelling him. He had known this day was likely to come, and what kind of a leader would he be if he was not willing to lay down his life for his country and his people. Though this was certainly not how or when he had imagined he would go, Hawkeye didn't regret it. Turning his gaze back to those who had fought for him as they struggled to their feet, he simply nodded, pride in his people and utter resolve painted on his face. His guardians would continue to fight for their people and their homeland, and they would win. He knew that. The flight wasn't just killing an emperor today, they were creating a martyr. He watched as the Flight's weapons raced towards him, but he felt no fear. Without the strength to fight back, he instead stood tall staring down the enemy one last time, blood dripping down his face. "You may strike me down, but you will NEVER win." He hissed. As the assailants weapons buried themselves deep into his flesh, his body crumpled to the ground. The Emperor of the Talori was dead.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 21, 2018 23:38:09 GMT -6
Kalakara | Brewer | Post Seven
It all happened too fast. One moment, they were attempting to grab Taishen's attention, and save him from Antiope's flesh-severing spear. The next, they were skidding across the floor as they tried vainly to turn an about face, coming to a halt just in time to see the knife plunge deep into the Emperor's temple. A loosed arrow simultaneously buried itself in his heart, ensuring that it would beat no longer. Time seemed to slow drastically, until it crawled to a halt, as the Emperor's body slumped, falling lifeless to the floor. Bright redness from his blood spread like waves across the polished marble floor, and Kali wondered if there would be enough to flood the palace, letting all Talorians know what horrible atrocity had been committed this day. Of course, that would be logically impossible, but they would have believed it in a moment as they watched the seemingly endless flow spread.
No. It couldn't be possible. They had been fighting for so long to free their leader. He couldn't have arrived, only to be struck down in the blink of an eye. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. If Kali had any sympathy for the Flight left - although it was minuscule after the murder of the Princess - it was gone, evaporated like dew in the searing summer sun. These creatures were monsters. They were murderers.
They didn't notice that they were screaming until their voice broke painfully. Panting, Kali could hear the echoes of their screech ringing off the vaulted ceiling, bouncing throughout the room and shattering the momentary silence. Their blue eyes were wide with horror as they stared at the spotted bay and white body, then pulled their gaze towards Milo and Evan. Their expression curled from one of shock into one of abject hatred. With blood caking their bald face, and their fangs drawn, it was a terrifying sight to see. Despite their small stature and unwarlike ways, Kali was prepared to tear these bastards limb from limb. They had known it would be a violent fight going into the mission, but now they were glad that it was. They had taken their Emperor from them. Now, they would return the favor, and rip the Pegasi wing from wing. Cascade have mercy on their souls.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 22, 2018 17:30:28 GMT -6
Kanaloa
Talori | Guardian
No, no, no, no. One moment the fight was turning in their favor, spirits renewed at Taishen’s cry. Seeing a flash of orange as the emperor himself joined them in their fight. For a few moments luck was on their side. They could do this, win this. But then the tides of fate turned as quick as the sea and everything moved too fast to react. Their emperor hit the ground and though Kanaloa knew he couldn’t have heard it with all the sounds around him, he imagined a dull tud. Kane’s body shook as he saw the limp body paint the the floor underneath red.
No, no, no, no. It couldn’t be.
In that moment, everything seemed to loose its sound. Kanaloa turned, charging for the pegasus with the unwashed hair. This crime on top of the others, it was unforgivable. Kanaloa suspected punishment of dead would again be carried out, so soon after the first. He had no pity. They deserved whatever it was, that was coming for them. Kanaloa bared his teeth, looking more animal as horse for a moment as he went for the stallions neck. He couldn’t scream if he messed up that throath. “You will surender or you will die,” he growled.
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 22, 2018 18:35:24 GMT -6
The Guardian grunted as he felt the pounding of her wings across his shoulder, but he persisted, pushing back even as Taishen began shooting streams of water at the color Flock mare. He shifted as Evan struck out at Taishen with her hooves and had been about to charge again with the dagger when the Emperor made his appearance. Othello felt both excitement and dread at the sight of their armored leader joining the fray. There was something about having the leader of your country in the thick of things that renewed the fervor with which he fought. Taishen’s call to arms, the call to fight, for the Emperor, rang in his ears and he slipped back and drew his bow. He would not miss this time, he refused to, this was indeed for their home, for their leader, and to him… it was for Roxanne.
Unfortunately, their Emperor’s battle was short lived, even as the order to slay him echoed from the Flock commander, Othello felt his heart sink just a surely as the blade and arrow would sink into Hawkeye’s flesh. He tried to stop it, in that frantic moment instant as the two attackers closed in on his leader, he tried. Othello let loose an arrow aimed for Evan’s heart, but in his haste the arrow would miss it’s mark, instead sinking deep into her hindquarters. It wasn’t enough, he watched as the two Flock members drove their weapons home, one of his own arrows piercing the Emperor’s heart... It happened in an instant and the shock hit quickly. The Emperor was dead…
No... It wasn’t so… They couldn’t win… They wouldn’t win.
Othello’s jaw ticked, teeth gritting together, the implanted metal fangs pricking the flesh of his lip from the force. His rage was evident. Another arrow was notched and fired, and then another, until he had no more left to send through the air. He advanced on the brightly colored mare with each arrow fired, glad when one of the three he’d loosed found home in her leg. Othello mostly ignored the other Flock members, confident that his fellow guardians would be on them in an instant. As he reached the wounded mare, he growled, lunging with those metal implanted fangs to seize her by the back of her neck and pull her to the ground. He wouldn’t be letting her go, she would pay for what she’d done… she would pay for using his arrow to slay the Emperor.
*All actions against Evan preapproved by Zom.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 19:42:02 GMT -6
Just as the mare felt the arrow press into the emperor's heart, she felt a prick in her hindquarters. At first, it was just a gentle, ebbing pain. She felt blood trickling through her roaned coat, dripping to her back hoof. However, the moment she tried to step back, pain rocketed through her system. Her muscle seized, causing her to stumble and fall, her knees falling to the ground and soaking in the dead emperor's blood. Her ears twitched as two more arrows shot through the air, just barely missing their target. Her teeth gritted together, her lungs laboring as she tried to ignore the pain. She could get through this. Her eye had hurt so much worse when it had been taken from her. She was strong enough.
Though, just when she was about to grit her teeth and force herself back to her hooves, another arrow found its mark through her front knee. She shouted out in pain as bone splintered, the arrow burrowing into place so she could not bend her knee. It had been a shot at her heart, but her leg had been in the way.
Her heart raced, tears spilling down her cheeks. The pain made her head spin, her vision blur. Oh, Alya, make it stop.
She felt teeth grab the back of her neck, forcing her to the ground as if she wasnt immobile already. Taking in a staggered breath through flared nostrils, the pony snapped her fiery gaze toward the guardian who held her hostage, a violent fire dancing behind her eye that she had never had before. She had killed, now. Actually killed. It wasnt like the bombs she had thrown or the explosives she had rigged. She had held the weapon and pierced the flesh herself.
She felt a wild smile prick at the corner of her lips as she glared into the Guardian's fierce eyes, the pain ripping through her fueling her flame.
She wouldnt hesitate to do it again.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 22, 2018 20:30:08 GMT -6
MADOKA
Talori Agriculturist
"What a waste." Madoka sneered, blood dripping from the open wound on his shoulder. He used the pain to give him strength as he watched, helpless as the Emperor was struck down right in front of their eyes. For only a heart beat did he remain still, silent and shocked by the sudden appearance of the stupid emperor. He couldn't believe it. He could not believe that the most important and powerful equine the Talori had had just rushed into battle. Hadn't the emperor escaped from this hell hole already? Why did he come back? What did he expect to achieve? Aside from death. Because that is all Madoka saw and it struck him as a stupid and useless move. Of all the places to be, the Emperor had chosen here. Now he was gone, now he was useless.
Madoka felt cold all of a sudden. His body shook and his shoulder screamed at him. He wasn't sure how deep the wound was, but he could still feel the blood oosing down his leg. It didn't matter though, nothing mattered. It was all pointless in the end. Madoka had already turned, gritting his teeth through the pain in his shoulder he watched as the pegasi were detained, one by one. Talori recruits seem to come out of no where, but they were a little too late. Madoka turned from the scene, no longer interested. Fuck this place.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Jan 22, 2018 23:34:47 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
Milo eyes bored into the dying Emperor's as he spoke his final words, a cliche about how he could kill the leader but the Flight will never win. Milo couldn't help but chuckle as blood coated his neck, chest and pooled at his hooves. "Maybe not yet, but we're one step closer." Milo knew just killing the leader wouldn't whip all of Talori out of their old ways. To do that, one must go deeper. This was just to send a more powerful message. The Freedom's Flight was not to be reckoned with, no matter how the odds were stacked against them. Any rebellion would bring about more death. If the Talori kicked, the Flight kicked back twice as hard. This Milo knew for sure. And as more Talori Guardians came pouring into the Palace, he readied himself for more. As the old Guardian who was attacking his comrades came for him, he just ignored what was said as he used his wings to jerk himself out of the way of the bite and slashed at his opponent with one of his sword which was drawn once more.
But it wasn't enough. Milo was completely surrounded. Using his voice he was able to take out a fair few, and still more with his spikes and weapons. In the end, chains were thrown up into the air and over his back, yanking the violent warrior out of the air and crashing to the floor. There he lay, thrashing, slashing, screaming with all his might and still managing to wound some of the Guardians thank goodness for his stamina. But the wave of Cascade's people washed over him, leaving him completely chained and unable to move from the way they were connected. The last chain went around his nose and tightened to keep him from opening his mouth.
Milo was beaten. But there was a storm brewing in his eyes. It was only a matter of time before he lashed out once more. But for now, he was captured.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 23, 2018 0:08:47 GMT -6
Taishen
Guardian
The scream- Kali- saved Taishen’s life.
There would be hours, days, weeks later, when Taishen would wish that it hadn’t. Wish that he hadn’t ducked instinctively, half turning, and allowed Antiope’s spear to rip across his neck and poll, instead of sinking into his eye. But Kali’s warning and Taishen’s adrenaline fueled reflexes allowed him to survive, whirling in a sudden, arcing spray of crimson. Hot blood sheeted down the Guardian’s face and obscured one wild eye, but the other was clear. Clear enough to lock onto Antiope, to accept her non-verbal offer. And clear enough to watch as time seemed to slow, as the air was rent in pieces again by Milo’s scream, as the sky began to fall. Taishen, blinking his own hot blood out of his eye, was witness to the world crumbling around him, and he could only watch, oh so clear, as the Emperor was buried, as everyone vanished in an agonizing eternity of a heartbeat. As Taishen was buried.
Time resumed in a sudden, oppressive wave of sound and choking dust and pain, there was so much pain- Taishen was screaming, guttural, visceral tears from his lungs as he struggled from the stone that pinned him to the floor. One of his legs, his left front, was stuck under some masonry, and Taishen’s head spun as he stared at the odd angle. His ears ringing, nostrils choking out breaths of dust and blood, the Guardian managed to straighten his shoulders, to look through the settling debris. His gaze was still clear, so clear.
His bloodstained teeth bared in a fierce grin as he saw, standing proud and unbowed, the Emperor, light from the broken ceiling illuminating his noble form. The light was bright, and utterly without mercy. It shone brightly, magnificently on the Emperor, and his murderers, murderers that rose out of the shadows and stepped into the light, and Hawkeye faced them, he stared them down, he did not move-
Taishen’s ears were still ringing, but he didn’t think, later, that he had screamed. He felt something crack, a fissure in his soul, and some air left the stallion’s lungs in one quiet, broken sound.
Taishen could do nothing, he was pinned down and too far, he was too far, he could not get there, and certainly not in time.
But as Hawkeye crumpled, as the patriarch of Cascade’s herd fell, Tiashen was moving, the story of his struggle told in the sanguine streak left in his wake from the dragging leg, the leg that would not, could not recover.
He was screaming, now. He was not alone; Talorians all around had gone mad, had boiled over in a sea of rage, but Taishen only had eyes for his fallen leader. Until something glinted, glinted in the corner of one crystal clear eye, and Taishen raised his head, to see her. Antiope. She was- she was laughing.Or maybe screaming, but it was the same. Joy, wild and bestial, rolled off of the mare in tangible waves, and he did not need his hearing to know it.
Red was crowding Taishen’s vision, and behind it, lurking, moving in, blackness, but he had enough time, enough blood and breath for one more thing. He only needed three legs to carry him one last leap forwards, and it didn’t matter that he felt his leg tear beneath him, because he had his spear, and even as Antiope was brought down in a pile of bodies, Taishen felt her gaze, felt the electric, deadly connection between them as he looked into her wild, joyful eyes, and brought his spear down with a crack on her shining, mocking helmet.
His leg crumpling beneath him, Taishen followed Antiope into darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 0:09:02 GMT -6
Antiope
you're going to wish you hadn't run
It was like a dream.
Antiope couldn't imagine what incredible fortune would have brought the Emperor within the Strikers' grasp in that moment, but she didn't pause to question providence. She fought the guardians furiously, keeping her soldiers' backs guarded for as long as she could while they carried out their glorious task.
As Hawkeye sputtered, falling beneath the righteous blades of the Flight, Antiope did not cry out. She wanted to cheer, wanted to roar with the knowledge that this victory had been delivered, but instead she fought, grunting with effort as the increasingly desperate Talori forces closed in. The sight of their fallen leader made the Guardians berserk.
She found herself losing ground, caving under enemy blows as she and her fighters were surrounded. Her wild eyes spun, looking for Milo and Evan in time to see them overwhelmed, vanishing under a throng of raging Talori. It wasn't until then, as she was being forced to the earth, that she realized she was screaming, howling with the decades of fury she'd been holding in, shrieking like something damned as she was pinned down.
Her blessing crackled, snapping loudly as she attempted to teleport, but the number of bodies impeding her made it impossible. Flailing blows broke shards from the prongs of the Commander's elaborate helm, and feathers were ripped from the prismatic coat she had left so boldly unprotected. Struggling in vain under the hooves keeping her subdued, Antiope barely glimpsed Taishen before the Guardian brought his weapon down hard.
Her golden helmet smashed to splinters, Antiope fell into blackness. 263 words |
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 23, 2018 16:35:02 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Kanaloa, Antiope, Taishen, Daemyn, Othello, Madoka, Kalakara, Milo, and Evan
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