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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:30:05 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 505: Birdsong  Team Leader: Nero Participants: Alaska, Helios, Jemin, Lyall, Madden, Persimmon, Rowtag, Sauron, Sol. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: With Alya still gone and many of Serorans warriors away fighting a stranger's war, the people of Sedo are once again called to pray. You'll be traveling the last short leg of your journey to God's Landing soon enough but first you've been asked to pick up some festival supplies by the Advocates. Helping to pack food and decorations onto the Windracers' boards, you have brief moments to chat about this latest effort to get your god to listen. Are you hopeful or hesitant? Location: An hour or less from God's Landing Time of Day: Early afternoon Current Weather: Clear sky Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:30:13 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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They had been travelling for several days, starting out early, scaling the great dunes brought even higher by Alya's strong winds, and resting wherever they could. But today; the winds whipping across Nero's face dashing tears from his eyes, they had reached the pick up point. Nero had looked out across the landscape and spotted an assembly of horses, other Windracers judging by the multitude of boards they had, before motioning for the group to now turn and make their way down. The boards were stocked with food and drink so that the little group could restock before carrying on with their travels.
Leadership had never really been his area, if anything he was simply bossy. His patients could attest to that. But the idea of visiting God's Landing in a hope to rekindle Alya's favour did make him consider the trip seriously. He felt a deep pull to embark out into Sedo's desert, to try and reconnect with the Sky Mother once again.
Persimmon and [Sol’s] boards were practically heaving with festival and travel supplies for the group, and Nero was all too grateful for the Windracers’ assistance. As the wind had been roaring strongly since they had set out, the boards had been gliding easily along with the group, and Nero only hoped there would be room for them to restock. The little ensemble of travellers comprised of a diverse group of individuals. Two were Outsiders, Rowtag and Sauron, both kirins whom Nero had initially found rather intimidating, though after days of travel had started to become increasingly curious of them instead. Another Saviour in Alaska also offered him comfort in that he wasn't the only one with medical training, despite her tender age. There was also Nero's cousin Jemin, whom Nero had been on several missions with in the past, and it filled him with a sense of superiority that he, eleven years Jemin's junior, had the chance to boss him around. Two Pegasi were also among the group, Helios and Lyall, if Nero recalled correctly. Then there was Madden, his mate, who had been hired by the council as an escort for the group while the Furies were away.
As they approached the restock point, sliding as best as they could over the dunes, Nero looked back at his entourage and felt a ghost of a smile form. He was tired, exceptionally drained with the lack of his Blessing, but all the more relieved to be within a group. "Alright everyone," he realised he was almost having to shout over the whooshing din caused by the gale, "we are going to restock here. Everyone needs to help load Sol and Persimmon’s boards with travel supplies so we can move on." He looked at each horse in turn, briefly, before moving off towards the group of Windracers. He could feel Madden following behind him, and hoped that in this moment where they were not having to travel, that he could learn a little more about his companions.
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Post by goldenmarmalade on Dec 15, 2017 16:56:43 GMT -6
The journey had been long thus far, but everyone kept insisting it would only be a little longer until the ragtag group would reach God’s Landing, and from there it would be a steep climb, but it would not take nearly as long as the journey it took to get there. The buckskin pegasus had done her best to focus on carrying supplies and ensuring her board did not capsize with the added weight, adapting to the subtle changes in weight as traveling supplies were used. Sol pinpointed her focus on her board, the sands, and the wind. It made it easier to tune out the world when you were focused on the one thing you were here to do.
It was easily the most important task that had ever been placed on Sol’s shoulders; To carry supplies for a group up to God’s Landing to try and appease Alya and understand what was going on. Had it not been something requested by the Advocates themselves and not been as important as trying to reach the wind goddess, Sol would have had a conversation to try and understand some of her companions by now. By the end of the day, Sol was exhausted and took her ration of the supplies and thought on what she knew of the areas ahead. She had participated in some idle banter, but not much. She had little time for banter before she passed out for the night, but she reminded herself that no matter how much she was unsure of the group’s dynamic, that this was for Serora. This was for Alya.
The past-noon sun glittered off the golden sands. Several ropes on Sol’s board radiated a yellow glow as she manipulated the outstretched arms of her mind to deftly pull and release different rigs, while she used her own outstretched wings for further control over her vessel. The winds were still stronger than usual, but good enough for travel. Thankfully, the sand parted almost effortlessly under the wooden hull. In the work-goggle-tinted world before her, Sol could make out the shapes and shadows of other windracer boards ahead. Pulling back on a chord that changed the sail’s angle and carefully shifting her wings, Sol brought her board to a sliding stop in front of the restock point. “By Alya’s wings!” It was a relief to know that they could restock the travel supplies. Sol had been worried with how the travel supplies within her and Persimmon’s boards were dwindling, and she had been unsure how much longer those supplies would last.
As she was catching her breath from the adrenaline that always came with using her board, audits turned to make out the sound of the leader of the group, Nero, shouting over the strong wind, giving orders to the others to help the windracers reload so they could all be off again as soon as possible. Sol nodded and used her Teke to grab the lighter objects and place them carefully on her board. Sol hoped that the others understood how to distribute the weights of objects so she wouldn’t have to bark orders to move the supplies around so she had an easier time controlling her board and not having it flip over. The dunes were simple things to glide across when her board wasn’t so heavily loaded, but the thrill of landing right-way up was incredible.
It was all for the good of Serora, she reminded herself. They were going to pray and plead once more to Alya, to protect the furies that had gone out to assist the Talorians. To understand what had happened and to have the guidance and protection of the wind goddess once more. Sol hoped that maybe with the combined voices of Serora, Alya would finally hear them, although doubts still lingered. If the best and most devout of all Serorans could not receive an answer from her, then would having more go up there to pray make much of a difference? Would their voices add to the clarity of the pleas for help, or would it simply muddle up what they were trying to say in the first place?
Behind goggles, Sol scanned over the group that she was trying to assist. She wondered if they had the same feelings about what they were going to do, or how they differed. Did any of them expect to see a glimmer of success? It was difficult to tell, and at this time, all the positive outcomes of praying at God’s Landing seemed like wishful thinking. However, no matter what happened in the path ahead, Sol would stick to her decision. She would pray and bare her very soul in hopes that this effort would help all of Serora, the ones who remained in Sedo and the ones who had gone to fight at Talori’s side. Once more, Sol looked to her companions, and felt her resolve reaffirm itself. The path ahead would surely be treacherous, but they all shared the same goal and were going together.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 15, 2017 20:40:40 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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Sand, sand, and more fucking sand. It was everywhere, in his mane, his tail, coating his hooves, he was fairly certain he’d eaten a good bit of it as well… and the gusts of wind sent by the feather god did nothing to help his mood. A foul taste had settled in his mouth from the moment the group had set out and a small part of him wondered why he had stayed with them at all. He should’ve wandered off at his first opportunity and yet here he was… trudging along towards whatever sacred holy site the silly ponies were after. It was laughable, almost, the way this supposed herd acted and it was very obvious that the kirin wasn’t a fan. He made no effort to help those with the boards, made even less effort in disguising the disdainful looks he cast their way, but helped himself anyway to their rations during the trip. There was no doubting the behemoth’s attitude throughout the long journey and intimidation tactics were used on the regular. Any time anyone got too close, they could expect the brutish behavior that was quickly becoming his staple. The trip sucked, the horses sucked, everything sucked.
He supposed he was fortunate having been granted a kirin companion for the journey, though Sauron was no real friend of his. Sure, the two shared a bond the others couldn’t possibly understand, but they weren’t friends. Still, when in bad company, one tends to gravitate towards the familiar and thus he had spent a majority of the trip near the other kirin. As the group approached the restock point he slowed, turning a scowl on their smallish leader of their group. Nero wasn’t actually that small, but everyone seemed small to Row…
“Everyone needs to help load Sol and Persimmon’s boards with travel supplies so we can move on..”
As the words reached his ears he grunted and shifted his weight. He had no intention of helping, he saw no point in doing so as the journey seemed like nothing more than a fool’s errand anyway. The kirin briefly scanned the gathered group and, to make a show of how unhelpful he planned on being, turned and promptly went about doing something else... Anything else. Rather than be helpful, the Outsider began to brush dust and sand off his legs… because that was important work.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 21:17:17 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
Did he not understand the real purpose of joining Serora? No, when he was asked to be apart of it, he assumed he would be apart of those fighting not this. He made a disgruntle noise as he watched these care free sandsniffers help pack and do task that was clearly aimed for children. Sauron shook his head, he was not made to be here, he was of something else, something he could feel his soul gravitate to, but could not find a name or a sense of what it was truly, But feeling the edge of war and fire and fight seemed to make him feel alive and a part of him loved it the other made him wish he remained in that gods forsaken cave.
But here he was. In the sand helping others why they try to Alya back. As far as he was concerned he could easily assume he was the last thing that walking feather duster would want to see. At least he was not the only kirin here, though it made him wonder. Perhaps these sandsniffers would sacrifice them both in hopes to gain favor from their goddess. Might feather dusty we bring you these scaled serpents. Sauron almost smiled at that thought, almost.
Ah the leader spoke and broke him from his thoughts, pity, he was getting close to a mild mood change. Instead he found himself glaring deeply at the two that seemed to disrupt the silence that they had built themselves around. He preferred silence over the squawking of their voices, gods be damned he hated them all. Not like the sun nor the sand helped, or that fact his mind was half here and half elsewhere. Head lowered as he watched Nero and shook his head faintly. Though he could already hear the voice of another, which only made him fum all the more. Gods be damned lets get this over with. Sauron picked up supplies and marched over to Sol, almost looking ready to trample them down. "Here." he seethed as he nearly pushed the items at Sol. "Well?" he hissed out gritting his teeth. Fucking waste of time, lets get this bad of misfit sandsniffers going.
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Post by wulfeneit on Dec 15, 2017 23:15:59 GMT -6
Lyall, cynical Goat Herder
From the moment Ignacio's Sun rose that morning Lyall had an inkling of what the day to come would bring. The air glowed with heat, bearing down on the earth in a luscious shimmer, sand swept into the air with the sharpness of glass. It whispered restlessly at first, but then he felt the shift, the crookedness in the air currents. At once he knew it was going to be a very bad day. It had to be said his patience had worn out the first day of their journey, what with the realization that the Advocates had assigned young impressionable parties to the group and than willingly threw in two outsiders along with them. Kirins, the children of Ignacio. Lyall recalled mentions of them months earlier, struggled with the conflict within himself, and concluded the last remaining brain cells of his brethren had deteriorated under Ignacio's heat. It was idiotic, how accepting his brethren were of the two. Had they not been used enough by Aodh? Nothing boiled his blood more than reckless behavior that endangered the lives of his younger brothers and sisters. It was all a malicious trick, how could they not see it? It was with this in mind that he took to speaking not a word to either outsider. He placed himself in a position in the band to keep them in his sights at all times. A position that allowed him to quickly fly between them and the weakest, youngest of their party should his suspensions prove to be true. Many times his blood sister had taken a similar position for him. And many times more had he taken the same pose for his flock. This would be no different. He would shepherd them to their destination with coyotes on their flank. And if his suspensions proved to be wrong? Well... Lyall hardly believed that could be the case. He bore it no thought. The air itself seemed to be at war with the heat of day, in the face of it's onslaught Lyall kept his wings tightly folded at his side. Resisting the urge to ride the thermals above the annoyance of dust, grainy particles in his eye, and those he traveled with. As the band crossed the crest of another dune, barely visible under the wind tossed sand, Lyall caught sight of a Windracer's sail. Then two, then three, then more. The pick up point, finally, Thank Alya. Nero's voice called out from under the gale, Lyall's ears swiveled towards him to better pick up his words. He would have thought Sign would be a better choice of communication in this weather, apparently the stallion hadn't thought of it. "Alright everyone, we are going to restock here. Everyone needs to help load Sol and Persimmon’s boards with travel supplies so we can move on." Lyall gave a nod. He did not immediately follow, waiting a beat to take note of where each of the party stood. His eyes lingered on the Kirins... the large one, as the beast dusted himself clean. The act was so typical of Aodh born equines it was almost laughable. With a snort Lyall turned his attention to the task at hand. He dutifully took his share and returned to Sol and Persimmon. He greeted Persimmon with a word and began tucking items securely between other items, when he heard the smaller of the beasts hiss. His hackles rose, fur and feathers down the ridge of his back on end. Coming from a true Child of Ignacio the sound was unnerving, like that of a diamondback rattler with a much larger body. He lifted his head attention now locked on Sol and the Kirin and watched.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Dec 16, 2017 2:21:45 GMT -6
Helios | Stallion
Water Gatherer
Like the true child of Serora he was, the first day of their trip Helios had slept well past their meeting time, only realising what he was supposed to be doing the second his Bicoloured eyes saw any hint of sunlight through a covered window in his home. His hair was a mess as he scrambled out of bed, feathers fluffed in a frenzy as he hurried to get ready... he quickly donned his saddle bags that he'd packed the night before and rushed from his home, taking flight as soon as there was room to do so. As he flew towards the meeting spot he did a quick comb through his mane and tail to look someone presentable before gliding down with a smile on his face, "A true Seroran is never late" he hummed trotting forward to greet the group, "He arrives precisely when he means to"
That was just the first day, all throughout their journey Helios spouted the same sort of nonsense whilst trying to help anyone and everyone because he had been so late, not only did he assist the wind racers with the loads on their boards but he also shared the shade under his outstretched wings with anyone who needed it even after they had finally reached the restock point. Once they had arrived the two strange kirins with them kicked up a bit of a fuss and he couldn't help but offer them afew words of wisdom, "If just ride the waves of calm and release all your inner termoil to strengthen the bond with the sand, the shifting winds will carry you forth home and it will all be back to normal soon after", he gave a nod and loped forward, taking a bit of a drink before moving to Nero to assist with the wind Racers, "In Need of assistance?"
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Post by seechem on Dec 16, 2017 10:53:20 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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Madden had been sceptical of the whole outing. He knew Nero was struggling without his Blessing, but the idea of stepping hoof in a temple for this 'Sky Goddess' made him shudder, his soul belonged to the fires of Ignacio, and that was that. But he accepted the job of escorting the group nonetheless, if only for Nero's sake. He was especially glad that he had accepted when he saw the horses he would be guarding. Kirins, he was utterly in awe and felt a boost of protective instinct over not only Nero, but those travelling with these...these...creatures. He had only seen a few kirins in his life, from a great distance of course, but now. One was a mountain compared to him, and despite them being Ignacio's creations, he felt an innate drive to avoid them.
The going was rough, the sand blustering and spiralling up from the great 'Wing-beats of Alya' as Nero would say. For now, he walked at the back of the group, gritting his teeth, watching that Nero didn't sag, or that anyone else start anything they couldn't finish. Days of travelling was sapping his energy, his very being crying for the comfort of a bed, or even a forest floor. He could barely understand how the Serorans did this, trekking through hot sand all day. He could feel grains of the stuff cloying at his muzzle and entangling in his mane. His young mate seemed desperately anxious to reach God's Landing, and Madden wouldn't hinder him.
Those Windracers had boards stuffed full with travel supplies, festival décor and whatever crap they had to carry around to look after their...equipment? From his place at the back, barely able to see over the heads of the other travellers, he could hear Nero's faint shouts. They had reached the restock point. He was temped to growl at those around him to move on and listen to Nero, but he held his tongue.
He slid down the slope, heavily aware of the sensation of falling that ended up making him hop down the dune as though the sand scorched his hooves. "we are going to restock here. Everyone needs to help load Sol and Persimmon's boards with travel supplies so we can move on." Madden heard Nero give the instructions and turned to see what everyone was doing, ears pinned stubbornly against his neck. Sol was already loading her board, and he nodded to himself with approval.
"Take it easy, darlin'. We'll be out of here in no time and on our way to plead with your Goddess." Madden mumbled to Nero, who shot him a look that told him all he needed to know. Shut up and do your job. Madden gave him a quick smirk and sidled away from the blue roan, feeling those copper eyes on his back. The moment he looked back at the group he saw Rowtag, cleaning sand from his legs while Lyall was helping to load, and Helios was moving over to Nero. Then there was Sauron, Madden could tell Lyall had clocked the kirin's behaviour, and instead turned back to Rowtag with a low rumble leaving his throat. The strawberry roan made a move towards the mountainous kirin, eyeing up the brute with a level of skill afforded by his job.
"Rowtag," Madden growled, "any problem? Not feeling in a participatory mood, eh?" The vagabond's ruby teke shimmered briefly over his throwing knives. "If you wanna get out of here, you had better move your hide and get to loading up those boards." He spoke with a low warning snarl, hoping for a moment that Nero didn't hear the exchange.
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Post by seechem on Dec 16, 2017 11:40:06 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Everything had been going so well.
Nero watched as Sol began to load her board, nodding absently as he went through his mental checklist. He suddenly felt Madden at his side, his muzzle brushing against his neck as he whispered, "Take it easy, darlin'. We'll be out of here in no time and on our way to plead with your Goddess."
Nero turned his head slowly and fixed his mate with a stone cold glare, 'he had better shift his rump and work!' Nero thought to himself venomously. The strawberry roan gave him a cool grin before turning to focus on the group. Nero followed him with his eyes for a several paces before turning to the nearest board, Sol's, and lifting a crate of food stuffs with his amber teke. He looked slightly down at the Pegasus mare, gently passing her the crate, his face fixed with concentration. His mind was swimming with thoughts on the current state of affairs, the war, the withdrawal of their beloved Protectoress and now their hike up to God's Landing using the brand new steps Sultan Baram had had made...
"In need of assistance?" the voice cut through his thoughts and Nero looked up at the apricot pearl Pegasus.
"Indeed, many thanks Helios." Nero said with a slight bow of the head. It was only when he had looked up that he saw the smaller of the two Kirins, Sauron, approach. He looked as though he wouldn't stop and Nero bristled away from the advancing stallion.
"Here." Sauron presented his items to Sol and Nero waited for a moment, his copper eyes fixed on the Kirin, the fur along his spine spiking up as the Kirin continued, "Well?" Sauron bore his teeth at them and Nero gave a high whinny of outrage.
"Excuse me..." Nero snarled, his voice was low, half from timidity and half from surprise, his ears pressed down flat against his neck. He moved towards the Kirin, though every instinct made him want to run in the opposite direction, "There's no need to be rude. We're all trying to get out of here, so maybe instead of being so utterly discourteous you should try and move with some haste so we can disembark." he took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, remove his indignation at the uncouth behaviour and restore a sense of composure. "I believe you owe Sol an apology." With a hollow breath he could feel his whole frame almost shaking from the adrenaline and the hints of fear that were working their way through him.
'This is fine,' he thought quietly, 'everything is fine.'
He pretended, just for now, that he couldn't hear Madden's raised voice. 'Perfectly fine.'
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Dec 16, 2017 14:41:25 GMT -6
Jemin
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"Careful. Their scales might be immune to fire, but a Kirin's ego can't take too much heat."
The voice was mild, but far from gentle; balanced on the thin tightrope line between genuine conviction and flippant derogation. Scorn bled into the mule's dark eyes, surveying the scene's rising tension from his point of vantage - perched, more akin to a vulture than an equine, atop a nearby incline. He slid down with ease, instinctively splaying his hooves, and came to a halt before Madden and the behemoth of a Kirin. Though it was the knife-slinger he looked at (with no small amount of contempt), his words were equally directed to another: the blue roan, the leader of this fine expedition, the trembling wreck - his little cousin.
It wasn't that he didn't like the beanpole, per se, but he still found it difficult to take his commands seriously. With an entire fraction of their greatest assests off rubbing shoulders with those Talori pirates, he assumed the herd must be embarrassingly short in capable minds.
That godsdamn alliance... The anger, however intense, was brief. He would sort out his frustrations later. In private. In the meantime, he'd made his current stance quite clear, taking it upon himself to 'softly' remind his fellow travellers that they were all doomed to die a fiery death, that Alya clearly wanted nothing to do with them, that no amount of fun festivities and prayer would change the tides of war -
His expression remained lax. Wry. Tired.
Brushing past the two larger stallions with a flick of his tail at each, Jemin moved to rejoin the group. They were a motley mix of feathers and antlers, interspersed by furrowed brows and quick glares. "Don't even bother with him, Nero. We wouldn't want Ignacio's pets to, ah, overstrain themselves. By any rate, God's Landing looks an hour away - possibly less, if we're quick."
One pair of eyes, a striking yellow, captured his momentary attention. The black pegasus - Lyall, was that his name? - was evidently discomforted by the scaled outsiders. "They ruffling your feathers?"
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Post by goldenmarmalade on Dec 16, 2017 21:48:07 GMT -6
Sol had her suspicions from the start, most of the reason that she had been so quiet (aside from working most of the day and barely being awake enough to take her rations before sleep) was the knowledge of the kirins in the group. They were Ignacio’s children, suddenly reappearing, the very same race who had massacred many alongside their god. It was… concerning, but she did not openly object when she arrived at the rendezvous point and saw the two scaled equids.
Whatever she may have thought of her group didn’t matter, she was traveling with them for supplies, and she was usually too busy or tired to complain anyways. Shortly after she’d begun loading her board up with the supplies she could carry with her teke, others in the group came to help, and the pangre buckskin was grateful for it, signing ‘thank you’ as she carefully took the supplies and laid them into places where they would fit and keep the balance of the board as even as possible.
Sol barely had time to hear the approach of another while she was still fitting some crates in just right on her supply board. There was barely a spoken warning before the blue and gold kirin tossed several supply boxes at her. Instinctively, she dropped the other supplies that she had been carrying with her teke to catch the boxes coming at her and her board. Thankfully, with great concentration and strain, Sol was able to catch and hold the boxes within the yellow aura of her mind.
A mix of emotions surged through her past the initial event. She had been so focused on saving her board from the crates that she had failed to notice the supplies she had been lifting before that had dropped to the sand. It was equal parts infuriating and humiliating! The mare knew that she had made the right call in catching the boxes so they didn’t damage her board or sail, but the supplies that were dropped in the gut reaction seemed to weigh on her anyways. Windracers were messengers, deliverers of goods as much as spoken word from one point to another.
In that moment, Sol pinned her ears and narrowed her eyes behind goggles at the kirin who had thought it wise to throw supplies at her. Especially at the way he seemed to want her to say something, how his manners seemed to dare her to start something, to react to what he’d started, “Well?” The kirin hissed and gritted his teeth, and Sol couldn’t help but feel more insulted by the fact that he seemed to be asking for praise when he could have wrecked her board’s sail and left them down a supply unit. It made it clear that pleasant conversation was not his goal here, and Sol was more than happy to oblige him.
In fact, she was about to snap back when the blue roan leader came between the two, addressing the kirin and giving Sol a moment out of the center of focus so she could take a breath and cool off. If Bahamut were here, he’d have surely teased her for how easily she was set off. “A regular representation of Ignacio; a Seroran should keep a hold on their tongue if they wish to please Alya, Sol.” Just like he’d say when they were fledgelings. It pissed her off and often made her more angry, but in the moment, perhaps it was the one thing she needed to remember in all this.
The whole reason the ragtag band of Serorans (and Vagabond) were making this trek in the first place was for Alya. For Serora. For the parts of their family risking their lives right now to fight beside Talori and solidify this still-fragile alliance. For the time being, the buckskin pegasus held her tongue and listened to what the leader… Nero (that sounded right) was saying to the other who had just tossed precious supplies at the windracer.
"Excuse me..." His voice was low, indicating this ‘excuse me’ was not in a polite sense, but like a parent about to scold their child (Her parents had used that tone with her more than a few times as a fledgeling). “There's no need to be rude. We're all trying to get out of here, so maybe instead of being so utterly discourteous you should try and move with some haste so we can disembark.” Another pause, and the sand between them and Nero’s facing away from Sol disguised the reason why. “I believe you owe Sol an apology.” Yup. Just like a parent scolding one of their children.
Sol didn’t really expect the kirin to apologize, nor did she expect the encounter to end well. It was a tense situation, and although there were others having their own disagreements nearby, the rest of the noise dissolved into words without clarity. Sol shifted her storm blue gaze to one of the fallen boxes, reaching down with her muzzle and carefully pulling it up, all the while keeping an ear on the situation developing before her.
She still detected the sound of one of the other group members attempting to give the leader some advice about dealing with Ignacio’s spawn. However, what had been said and done had already been said and done. The stones were already cast, it was a matter of how all involved parties chose to respond. The pegasus knew that she was still part of this, she could try to hold back her temper, but Sol was still frustrated, still wanted to yell at that creature, and it showed in her stiff posture, but she made no hostile movement towards Sauron. She barely held back her temper with the reminder that it was for Alya, and the faster they left the restock point, the faster they could attempt to call their goddess back. Bickering would not help… at least, that’s what she told herself. But if that stallion made another disrespectful action towards her - that barrier of reason wouldn’t hold for long.
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Post by sheltiejoy on Dec 17, 2017 10:33:25 GMT -6
Persimmon | Seroran Windracer
Persimmon was in a bit of a pickle, he figured. Trying to refill both Sol's and his own windboards were seeming to prove a task that was ripping at an already strained group. Things were not the simplest the unicorn supposed, Alya was gone, everyone was getting tired, many were getting cranky and contentious, and this he supposed left enough area to be in the situation they seemed to be spiraling towards. Persimmon himself was not pleased to be in the situation he currently found himself in, who truly would be? But if all were children of the sand, barring a few exceptions, that he thought should still be treated with proper respect, why couldn't everyone just relax and do what was asked so the trip could be continued.
With a small smile, Persimmon flicked his tail and moved his attention to his coworker, Sol, she seemed to be in a poor mood from her encounter with Sauron, and wanting to defuse the tense situation Persimmon moved towards her, trying to help her fill her own board before filling his own, once one board was down, that'd leave only his own to go. "Sol, here I'll help you, then you can help me with my board. Everyone wants to move on and I think we're all at the end of our tethers currently." He gave a nervous chuckle.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 18, 2017 10:08:21 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
Eyes stared down his face become harden like that of a solider his emotions suddenly seemed to vanish from his face as others came near him to add their jabs as if he was animal to aggravate. To poke and prod at. Did the Serorians not have much to do, but to put him on edge? It was not as if he was warmly welcomed here, it was not as if he agreed to help them when he could have ran off like the others, or be chased off. It wasn't as if his life had been easy from the start. He stared at Sol, and merely snorted, he wanted no thank or praise. He wanted to get this done and over with. Sure he was not the most pleasant to be around, but it wasn't as if any of them had ever helped that.
The wanna be leader came strolling in, body language clear and Sauron raised his head to met him face forwards and stared at the stallion, no need to be rude? Ahh but another was able to disrespect him and where was the reprimanded for that? Such welcoming sand lickers when it came to their own, but an outsider gods forbid. "No." he remarked and that was that. He would not apologize, he was not a child to be told to do as such. Head turned to spy the one with the mouth, so here was the jokester, the one quick to make a jab. But instead of Sauron getting angry he merely smiled. "Rich coming from you, tell me again where you God is now? Oh thats right, she left you. Perhaps bite back your tongue. You don't have anything to back up that mouth of yours." he sneered. Disgusting the lot of them. No wonder their feather duster of a god left.
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Post by wulfeneit on Dec 18, 2017 10:52:34 GMT -6
Lyall, Goat Herder
"Careful. Their scales might be immune to fire, but a Kirin's ego can't take too much heat."
Now that was clever. By the scathing tone the mule used his words were not meant to be taken humorously. It was near thing then, that Lyall managed to duck his head in time to hide the wry glimpse of a smirk. Catching the amused huff in his throat in a quiet cough, he hoped no one else caught the slip up. This moment of levity did not last long however. The tension in the air thickened as the remaining equines re-converged. Sol stood stiffly in the face of the smaller Kirin’s disrespect. He half expected her to lash out, in the very least to respond in biting words. When she didn't, he found himself pleasantly surprised. When Nero spoke up in her place, he felt no less stunned. ... was their fearless leader shaking? Why yes, yes he was. This was the equine the Advocates had chosen. Inefficient and lacking in spine, though some part of him admired the attempt as fruitless as it seemed to be. He had something going for him in terms of tenacity, if only he would use his persistence for something useful. The equines of Aodh were set in their ways, what reason was there to assume the Children of Ignacio were any different? How much more of this would the beasts take? Patience was not one of his strong suits. He lost it earlier in the day and even now he felt his grip slipping. As Jemin spoke he nodded. Indeed, they were wasting precious daylight. They would not be delayed in the first place were not for the beast's fussing. "Hmph, Let's get moving." He rumbled, pawing the sand with a restless hoof. Unease growing the longer he stood still. The longer they stood still. "They ruffling your feathers?"The loud, unanticipated reminder of his uneasy was sorely unwelcomed. Lyall bristled. He gave the mule a hard assessing look before he spoke. "I wonder why they are here at all. I suspect the feeling is entirely mutual." Fixing Sauron with a cold glare, he snarled. "If a snake bites once, it will bite twice. You will not speak of the Wind Mother in any tone under reverence!” If the beast knew what was good for him he would keep his mouth shut. Least Alya's wraith be incited at any moment.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 18, 2017 23:39:30 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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It was somewhat interesting that the other kirin, Sauron, opted to be of some assistance, though he had been back in the world of the living for longer than Rowtag had. Perhaps he had started to learn some of the sand hippie’s customs. Still, at least he seemed to act begrudgingly, practically tossing the lifted goods towards Sol, so there was that. The behemoth continued to lightly brush the sand from his legs, knowing full well that the action was futile in nature, but deciding it was still a better use of his time than assisting in packing.
He might’ve been perfectly content to simply go about his business, minding his own while the others went about their chores before they moved on, but fate seemed to have other plans. His ears would flick at the sound of shifting sand as the strawberry roan approached, slitted eyes turning their gaze towards the figure with a look that suggested quite plainly that he move along. Still, the other didn’t quite get the hint and continued, growling out a question. Now, Rowtag had lived a life before, he was no stranger to fighting and certainly no stranger to threats and knowing when they were made. His weight would shift, stance adjusted so that he stood arrogantly at his imposing full height.
“I don’t know, do we have a fucking problem? I'm not here to lift your shit for you, why don't you help instead? Mind your own goddamn business.” He snarled in response, his voice loud and booming, eliminating any hope for keeping the conversation quiet. He noted the flash of the Mercenary’s teke over the knives, but he’d been in enough scraps to fear not the superficial cutting of flesh. He wouldn’t take the threat lightly, however, he wasn’t foolish. If blood was to be shed, he would rather it not be done here… in the middle of nowhere. Still, the kirin was a warrior at heart and had faced many foes before, he wasn’t about to back down to some gem-head. The kirin was quite caught up in staring down Madden that he ignored much of the other conversations, though he picked up on the ire in Sauron’s voice well enough. It seemed the tensions were mounting and a small part of him enjoyed it. These horses, the ones who labeled him as an outsider, but seemed keen on keeping him in their presence anyway, could use a touch of the barbaric, a dose of reality.
Row continued to stare at Madden, his gaze practically begging the other to draw those knives he’d flashed. “Well? You gunna draw or what?”
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Post by seechem on Dec 19, 2017 6:23:20 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Jemin, of course. In the commotion Nero had almost forgotten his older cousin, and here he was. The mule strutted past Madden and Rowtag and joined Nero, offering a few words of...encouragement?
"Don't even bother with him, Nero. We wouldn't want Ignacio's pets to, ah, overstrain themselves. By any rate, God's Landing looks an hour away - possibly less, if we're quick."
Feeling Jemin near him had him suddenly noticing the shaking. He hadn't been imagining it. Nero backed a step up, a little stunned by how much weaker he was now, 'stupid, stupid Blessing'. He growled silently. He wouldn't admit it to his companions, now more than ever he needed to maintain the measly scraps of dignity and leadership that seemed to keep slipping through his hooves.
"No." Sauron spoke drawing Nero's attention back over to the Kirin. Nero felt a rush of shame, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was how exhausted he felt.
"No..." Nero said quietly, shaking his head a little, "No you're right. I can't make you apologise. Forgive me. I should not have addressed you as a colt." He slowly dipped his head to the Kirin, stiffly, forcibly, but polite none the less.
Before Nero moved on, hoping to dispel Madden and Rowtag's quarrel, he heard the Kirin speak again, this time addressing his cousin. "Oh that's right, she left you. Perhaps bite back your tongue. You don't have anything to back up that mouth of yours." Nero straightened up, arching his lean neck and sighed loudly through his nostrils.
"She shall return to us so, Sauron, if you expect us to hold our tongues, we would appreciate you hold your own." He cast a look over his shoulder at the Kirin, "We are here to do a job so kindly help, or stand aside. We have wasted enough time with this." With that he moved towards the great monstrosity that was Rowtag, towering even above Nero's 17.2 hand mate.
"Well? You gunna draw or what?" As Nero drew closer he could almost feel the waves of aggressive tension rolling off the pair.
"Madden," Nero spoke, his voice sounding more confident then he felt, "help load the boards with the others. We need to move out within the hour and there are still plenty of things to do." He could see his mate's teke gliding and weaving around the hilts of his knives. "Now, Madden. If Rowtag will not assist, he can stand about. At this point we need to reach the temple. Come along." The blue roan paused behind the unicorn before moving back to the boards.
His copper teke latched onto a crate and heaved it up, looking to Persimmon and Sol apologetically, before taking it between the boards to be loaded up. "I apologise, you two. How are the boards looking? Is there still room for anymore on either of them?"
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Post by seechem on Dec 19, 2017 6:33:14 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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"Careful. Their scales might be immune to fire, but a Kirin's ego can't take too much heat." That voice. Madden glanced up to see Nero's cousin, Jemin, approach. The mule slid down the slope and stepped up to Madden briefly.
The unicorn beheld a scathing look of contempt in Jemin's eyes, and Madden had to hold his tongue not to lash out at the little mule. Was this how Rowtag saw him? Before he could really consider it Jemin moved off to the group, his tail flicking at both Madden and Rowtag. The strawberry roan decided he would deal with the little upstart later. He returned his attention to his main source of conflict, the Kirin.
Bastard, big, antlered bastard. The awe and respect Madden had previously felt for these 'Children of Ignacio' had vanished into Alya's winds. The dark kirin spoke, his voice almost fiery itself, "I don't know, do we have a fucking problem? I'm not here to lift your shit for you, why don't you help instead? Mind your own goddamn business."
The unicorn bristled, his teeth grinding together briefly. How dare he! "So why are you here? From what I understood we were all out here to travel to the temple. Did I miss something?" Instinctually he could feel his teke glancing over his blades, ready should Rowtag make a move. Even with his experience, Madden knew that taking on such a large Kirin, so heavily muscled and so clearly full of aggression, would not end well for him.
The Kirin must have noticed Madden's teke as he challenged, "Well you gunna draw or not?"
Madden was inclined to take him up on that offer, his teke fastening onto the hilt of one of his knives, ready to hurl it right between that Kirin's stupid-
"Madden," The voice cut through his haze momentarily, and Madden's ears swivelled back as he heard Nero come up behind him, "help load the boards with the others. We need to move out within the hour and there are still plenty of things to do." Madden KNEW this! Clearly it was Rowtag that Nero should be addressing. The unicorn tensed, teeth bared, drawing up to his full height, which was still aggravatingly small compared to Rowtag.
"Now, Madden. If Rowtag will not assist, he can stand about. At this point we need to reach the temple. Come along."
Calling him like a dog! Was that all he was now? Some guard dog to be yanked by the leash, Gods forbid he act of his own will. He could feel Nero pause behind him, dismiss and move off to the others.
"I will pull my weight, don't you worry," he rumbled under his breath, his eyes only now leaving Rowtag's to look over his shoulder at the smaller roan. He let a loud sigh graze through his nostrils, his teke fading as he lowered his head slightly. He couldn't undermine Nero, not like this. Not only as his mate but as a support in this group, Madden had to stand by his leader, or all hell would break loose.
"Fine." He looked back up at Rowtag, a half forced smirk on his face, "stand out in the sand, be my guest. I'm going to help the others." It took every bit of strength he had to turn away from Rowtag, every brain cell focused on moving his hooves away from the threat, for that was how Madden saw him now, a threat. 'Walk, walk, walk.'
"I can't be arsed to clean your blood from my blades." He snapped, not sure whether the Kirin would hear him or not. He didn't care, he wanted out of this desert, and if loading up boards is what he had to do, then so be it.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Dec 19, 2017 8:09:15 GMT -6
When Nero gave him the reply he need all Helios could do was smile wide, almost grinning as he moved to assist both the Blue Roan and Sol. But he hadn't been working long when a bit of brazen conflict happened along and he found himself stepping away as everything went on all at once; first it was poor Sol and Nero who took on the Kirins rudeness, from there everyone seemed to get a healty dose of it and all he could do was offer afew words or stand there and listen and knowing him he wasn't about to stand there and listen. "Now in the wings of our great sky mother we fight and carry on with the fury and fire of ignacios rage when there is a simpler path to peace and health with love and calm for one another in such a hard and trecherous time there's need to stick together and resolve these issues we have to become better parts of a working machine in the love and distance we have left to travel"His words were offered to all but mainly their scaled kin, and once he fixed his smile to the end of it it made everything better, "Come now Kirin brother's why must we digress from the path that will surely lead us to mother's embracing wings. Just be helpful and kind and in the loving warmth of mother air we will sing the praise for her return with gifts upon out boards and backs". Once he had been satisfied with his gentle scold of all including the kirins he returned back to Sol's side, offering himself to assist where needed, "Is there any need to shift the weight and even the steady flow along the ridge of thy board?", he gave a smile as Nero approached, asking both wind racers if there was any more room on their boards, "We think quite alike you and I indeed that would have been then next offered question of the day by me in help of what is to become"
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Dec 21, 2017 11:09:59 GMT -6
Jemin
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Now, this was all very interesting. Like a fly to fruit, he had always attached himself to conflict; toying with it, inciting it, fueling it. His ears swiveled from voice to voice, and his eyes followed suite, albeit more slowly.
Sauron, unwilling to let the mule's remark slip by without challenge, shot back with ferocity - only to be met by Nero's conviction. His cousin still stubbornly clung to any shred of control, reprimanding the Kirins first and then his lover. Though he'd brought their squabbling to a tentative end, Jemin figured it was only a matter of time before Madden and Rowtag resumed spitting at each other. Ten minutes at most, give or take a few.
His eyes slid to the Windracers next. No problems there. They remained by their boards, looking very much like they'd prefer to restock than join the fray.
Then, of course, there was their resident troubadour. It sounded like the poor guy had swallowed an especially stuffy novel (not that Jemin had any experience with novels), and was now regurgitating it, verse by verse.
Next was Alaska. She was a young mare, who had kept her cards close thus far. He had yet to figure her out.
His focus returned to Lyall. "A snake?" It was a fair comparison. Slitted eyes. Scales. But while one was a subtle, quiet and patient creature, the other was a frivolous beast. Fun to poke at, but not the sort of company he'd enjoy at a bar. "A snake only bites when it's scared. When it's backed into a corner," he drawled at long last. His ridicule could be mistaken for pity, but it was certainly the former that held true. Looking to Sauron with a mild expression, he kept one ear deliberately angled towards Rowtag.
Perhaps bite back your tongue, the Kirin had said. Very well.
Sealing his lips with a quick locking motion of his teke, he then molded the crimson aura into a loose key-shape, which he promptly 'tossed' over his shoulder. The gesture was hardly genuine. But rather than stick around for the reaction, he chose to instead busy himself by observing the Windracer's loaded boards, teeming with cargo. He bumped Nero with his shoulder, a clear force of habit.
"Those planks look as full as they'll get." And then, with a skeptical glance towards the Windracers, "You sure they won't, uh, snap?"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 21, 2017 17:40:27 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
The others were quick to defend their feather duster of a god. Odd how her disappearance seemed to bound such loyalty. Perhaps if they cared more she would not have left them in the first place. He watched with ease as others threatened him, told things of a snake, and he stared at them with a schooled feature. Sauron wanted to laugh at the whole lot of them. So quick they are to have ruffled feathers, how quick they are to think they know him or of kirins at all.
Oh he would shock them all, he mused gently. Nero came to him speaking to him as if he should be spoken to like a newborn colt. Ahh so they are getting down to grasping at sand to have the last remarks. Pitiful he thought and seemed to almost give a sympathetic look to Nero. As if Nero was blessed with feathers for brains. What a pity. The other spoke in some riddled words, a few rocks in thats one mind, he pondered to himself.
Attention turned to Rowtag the other Kirin, and he seemed to smirk faintly. Ahh yes another bit of a kindred spirit. Someone that understood neither of them were welcomed lot here, but still they came along sent on this mission to prove their worth. To prove they meant something. Odd how the whole lot had no idea or comprehension of it. As if they even understood what it was like to be either one of them. To have no sense of who they were, lucky to even know their name, or a word they liked enough to be their name. Sauron tossed his head a bit, glancing to the long eared one that spoke about the snakes that someone else had. Well he wanted to bite? Well Sauron could happily oblige, he'd hate to make all these sand duster worshipers liars. Hate to prove them all wrong for what kirins were. So Sauron picked up what was needed to be carried that would not be taken on the boards and sighed. The weight simple on his frame, his mind having a sense of familiarity, but his mind unable to bring up the recollection of why.
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Post by wulfeneit on Dec 22, 2017 11:02:20 GMT -6
Lyall, Serora Goat Herder
As Nero grasped for the reigns of control, Lyall took a deep breath through his nose and let it out in a slow exhale. He felt irritated with himself for his outburst. Lyall did not consider himself one with the utmost control over his temper, and he was only mildly aware of the absence of a filter between his emotions and his tongue. Often it was only after an exchange of biting remarks that he became aware of a line crossed. This was not the case here, not really. No, it was the reminder that he had a duty to the herd to fulfill. “A snake?... A snake only bites when it’s scared. When it’s backed into a corner.” Lyall’s long ear twitched. He could admit that was true, partially, but the mule had mistaken the meaning behind his words. Or perhaps he choose to ignored it. Regardless, the implied pity in Jemin's tone meant little to him. Ignacio’s children had left this world for a reason, they did not belong here. Their purpose, whatever it was could only be to further Ignacio’s dark desires, this he believed. They were no kin of his. He watched as Madden returned to the group, seemingly satisfied enough with the larger of the beasts. As the smaller of the two compiled as well, Lyall turned his attention to the task at hand. Helios words washed over his ears as he peered over Sol’s board, cascading down his back like rain water. As far as Lyall was concerned, everything the White Pegasus spoke of was complete nonsense, useless dribble, and drug induced whimsy. He squinted. That must be it. Helios ingested spoiled prickly pear juice some time in his youth and it simply never left his system. Oh Alya, imagine how Helios would behave drunk. Disgruntled by the thought, yellow eyes swiftly scanned the items weighing the boards down, searching for the offending beverage. Ah, there it is. Perhaps he ought to make that a little less accessible? Once satisfied it was a little more stuck in there, he looked over his shoulder. "Are we done here?"
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 27, 2017 8:51:59 GMT -6
As the squabbling builds even higher than the supplies on the Windracer's boards, you can tell this group wants nothing more than to be moving again.
You strongly suspect they all just want to be there and done and able to walk away from each other--perhaps for good. It's on the tip of your tongue to suggest you move out when screams ring out from around the bend of the mesa you'd settled against. Dread pounds in your heart as you run to look. You are horrified to see fellow Serorans under attack--adults and children both pinned by the vicious thunderbirds. Can you rescue them?
Use the Gameplay Guide and stats linked below to save your herdmates before it is too late. COMMUNICATION IS CRUCIAL. Use the chat on Discord to get a plan together with your teammates for posting and the best way to go ahead. |
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Post by seechem on Dec 29, 2017 18:43:41 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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The screech had come roaring from beyond them, and stashing the boards safely, the posse rounded the bend to see an utter horror. Horses of all kinds, surrounded, pinned and struggling against Thunderbirds. Madden had never seen one in person, much less a whole flock. He knew Nero had seen Thunderbirds before, experienced their wrath for himself. That alone made him grit his teeth, he had to defend this little group to the best of his ability as the only armed individual. "Nero," Madden snarled, casting his ruby eyes across to Nero's copper ones, "we have to act, and we have to act now." A nod from their leader and Madden moved off, loping through the sand as he assessed what the birds were up to and the state of their victims.
"Get the hell -argh- get off!" Madden's ears shot forward towards a palomino unicorn pinned beneath a Thunderbird. She seemed small, but judging by the vicious kicks and bites she was delivering to the bird he could tell she was a fighter, an all too useful asset under the current circumstances. With his focus now zeroed in on her, Madden galloped towards her, the wind from the tiniest wing beats pushing against his progress. As he ran Madden's teke pulled at the hilts of his six daggers, half a dozen silver blades danced and spun behind his head as he raged towards the feathered beast.
"Hey, ugly!" Madden screamed at the bird, skidding in the sand behind it. He launched one of his daggers at the bird's wing, "The lady said no!" He couldn't hear the dagger connect over the ruckus of the birds and the horses, but he saw it land...between it's claws in the sand. "Ah...shit." The bird spun around with a deafening CRAWH that had every hair on Madden's body standing on end. His teke shoved the daggers away as he danced backwards a few paces, "Yeah! Yeah that's right ya big ugly thing! Bring it on!" As Madden led the bird on a merry jog away from the palomino, he spied the small mare hopping up to her hooves and giving a smirk his way.
Now Madden just had to get the Thunderbird off his tail. If he couldn't aim in the wind, he could still use them to whack the beast and confuse it enough. With a low growl the strawberry roan dug in his hooves and dove around the bird, nipping his wing and shouting more abuse. The bird seemed enraged, but scared off by the stallion's intensity and the fact the Madden kept spinning around and biting and chewing on the bird's wings and tearing out it's feathers. The bird gave a final screech of anger, flicking Madden with it's wing and making him stagger a few paces, before taking to the sky.
The wind caught Madden full in the chest, and being already off balance he stumbled over and lay on his side a moment, taking a breath as he watched the bird circle above for a few moments, shooting down half way, only to pull up before engaging again.
"You really shouldn't have done that." The mare said slowly, her face wary as she helped him to his hooves.
"All in a day's work mam." Madden smirked, half bowing his head for a moment.
"Oh no I mean it. He's coming right back." Madden's grin dropped from his mouth in an instant and he looked back at the sky.
"Oh shit."
Running was never really Madden's thing, he wasn't fast but he was lean and his footing was sure and reliable. He didn't have to run and dodge for long, scooting over the dunes, snapping his hooves around the corners until the bird simply gave up and flew off, beyond the flock in a final retreat having lost interest in both unicorns. Slowly Madden returned to the mare, his eyes bright, his adrenaline thrumming through every fibre of his being. The palomino, with bright emerald eyes, cocked her head at him, the smile replaced on her face as she offered his discarded dagger back to him.
"Well now, you sure showed him." Madden gave her a long look and sighed loudly through his nose, his ruby teke taking the dagger from her forest green one.
"Yeah...thanks for the heads up about that rebound."
"Any time"
"Madden." The roan offered, as he began to trot back towards where the travellers were beginning to draw into the skirmish, "and you must be?"
"Delilah, ready and raring to get into the swing of things and kick some feathery behind." She offered, trotting to keep up with Madden's long strides.
Madden beamed at her, "Now that is what I want to hear. Do what you can. All of us are here to help you guys."
   Word Count: 802 Personal Post Count: #3 Game Post Count: #1 Stat Utilised: 100 Agility - enough to release Delilah [100 Agility] (DELILAH now FREE) Stat Depletion: -25 now 75 Agility Bonuses?: +2 Posts applicable when Delilah is utilised --- Theme Song: Vid Link |
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Dec 30, 2017 5:53:33 GMT -6
Jemin
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The sky began to scream.
That was the first conclusion Jemin came to. While his companions leaped into action, he took this moment to curse both his horrid luck and societal expectations. If he turned back now, he would surely never hear the end of it - or worse, his parents would find out. Inhaling deeply, he rubbed his temples. He had no real choice. That was the second conclusion he came to. Mustering his resolve, he followed suit; skidding past the mesa’s bend to see what they were up against.
Thunderbirds. Of all things, it had to be damnable thunderbirds.
Five years ago, Jemin would have known what to do in this situation. He would have been quick on his feet, even when faced with a flock of oversized turkeys. But those skills were rusty now - it showed in how he hesitated, watching slack-jawed while his fellow Serorans struggled beneath snapping beaks and ripping claws. From his peripheral vision he noted that Madden, beating back one of the feathered beasts, had timely rescued a thin unicorn mare. They exchanged a few words before she nodded, whipped around, and streaked across the field… running in a beeline towards the mule.
She swerved past him, snatching a saddlebag off the ground. She dug through her satchel, pulling out length after length of thick braided rope. Skeptical, Jemin approached her side.
“You brought rope… to a prayer session.”
“Bud, I’m always prepared.” She threw the loop around a protruding boulder, tugging the knot tight with her teeth.
“I’ll say. That’s awfully convenient.” Even while he spoke, her plan clicked into place. Rusty from disuse though they might be, the gears of his head began turning. Not waiting for permission, he dumped the contents of her satchel into the dust, rummaging for something, anything, that could prove useful; matches, pear slices, and… ah, something big and heavy - or no, no it was a loaf of rye bread, but he couldn’t exactly afford to be picky. Keeping his finding close, he took the end of her rope, firmly looping it with a few twists. “I’ll get it this way - just be ready. I’m not in the mood to become birdfeed today.”
Jemin honed in on the closest thunderbird. She was a large specimen, currently terrorizing an elder who spat profanities in retaliation. He sighed, just once, and then hurled the loaf at the beast’s head. “You damn pigeon,” he barked. The loaf bounced off harmlessly. Still - it had done the trick. Within seconds, the thunderbird was in the air, twisting furiously around. Beady eyes met Jemin’s unimpressed brown, suggesting the unspoken challenge between predator and prey.
It dove. He ducked. Hitting the sand in a roll, the rush of wings and wind threatened to flatten him. Talons dug at empty ground where, seconds prior, the mule had stood. The beast screeched. He heard his unicorn accomplice move swiftly, followed by the snap of rope being pulled taut. Trapped. The thunderbird was actually trapped. Registering their success with tired satisfaction, he stumbled to his feet and nodded - perhaps smuggly - to the elderly mare whom he’d so generously cared to save. “You’re welco - “
She shoved by, nearly toppling him.
“These bastards chose the wrong Alya-cursed day to mess with Mytrel…!”
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WC 554 | P #3 | Game Post #2
25 Cunning + Delilah 50 Cunning = 75; enough to release Mytrel [75 Cunning] (MYTREL now FREE)
Jemin used 25 Cunning, Jemin now has 50 Cunning
Bonus? +2 posts applicable when Mytrel is utilised
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 30, 2017 16:19:10 GMT -6
Sauron
I am a burning fire
I am a violent tongue
I am destructive
Sauron stood there waiting for the others to move or do what was needed. All seemed to be on edge and Sauron was ready to be done wiht everything. That was until he heard the screaming. It wasn't his normal scream of hating existance. No, this was a scream he'd heard before but where? The screams of pain and agony. It made the blood in his body pulse, his heart beat quicken. It didnt take much for this make shift group to dashed around the bend to see the horror.
Slitted eyes looked at the giant birds as they pinned and tackled down horses, his nostrils flared, a part of him telling him to rush in to battle, defend. The other the more part of him was a custom too, told him to high tail it out. So it was no surprise Sauron seemed so locked to the spot, fear didn't truly grasp him, but a state of complete confusion. They need to fight, but lacking something made him want to turn tail. A voice of another filled his ears and brought him back from his inner war.
"Are you gonna help this little old lady out, or am I gonna have a good story to share how I outdid a Kirin." The older mare was cackling with delight as she was charging forwards towards David who seemed fate decided he should suffer as two thunderbirds had David corned. Saruon for a second blinked, what the hell? Though once her words settled in, he felt a darker smirk grow on his lips as he tossed his head and charged forwards catching up to Mrytel. "Hmm you might be the first sand licker I actually respect." he remarked with a snort as they reached where David was. Myrtel laughed "Well you sure are a piece of work arent, you?" Sauron almost for a second was taking pride in her words before she quickly cut him off. "Didn't say I good piece of work boy. But my views could change, get one of those damn oversized chickens to look over here and I'll nail that suck in the eye ball." she remarked with determination as she grasped a few cactus with her teke.
Sauron for once knowing better then to argue with an old mare with cactus obliged. He crept forwards. A part of him eyeing the sky, though nothing was there, though still he looked and still he felt the bitter sting of emptiness. He didnt get it, never would. Still he had to remain focus, a deeper part of him awakening in the breath of battle. His body acting as if it knew this along. Moving forwards he suddenly latched his mouth on a feather and pulled, and a sudden scream filled the air, followed by laughing. As soon as the thunderbird turned its head to looked at Sauron, it seemed Mrytel was ready and bam, a cacti tossed at the birds face making it scream out in rage. "Better hope you can run fast, keep that feather!" she battle roared out charging off. Sauron snorted, yelling back at the one thunderbird they had terrorized making sure they both had its attention. Sauron took off after Mrytel with an angry thunder bird chasing behind them. But a few more cacti tossed at its way, the large thunder bird took flight giving the two a second to breath and allowing David to have one less thunderbird to deal with. For once Sauron felt himself smile a bit, his heartbeat pounding against his chest. He felt alive, he felt good, not troubled with anger. It was good it was nice, he felt at home in the heat of the battle.
Post 3 Action - Sauron and Mrytel(turn 1) saving David, Distract: 75 Speed (-1, 11 Posts Remaining)
(Sauron Speed -25 Sauron now has 25 Speed, Myrtel retains her Speed) ((cleared due to Myrtel as combined Speed is 100))
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 30, 2017 20:08:22 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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Yeah, that’s right, better move your punk ass off before I make you move it. The threat was thrown idly around Rowtag’s head as he watched Madden retreat to do whatever sand hippie business his boyfriend barked at him to do. He seemed quite pleased with himself, still puffed up like some great, grey peacock, a large smirk flashing wolfish kirin fangs at the others as they mulled about doing what they were told for the remainder of the quiet moments. It was around then that the screams echoed around the bend and his attention was forced away from his imaginary victory over the gem headed stallion. For a moment he stood, ears perked in the direction of the sound. It was an all too familiar sound, but not one he’d expected from the land of the ‘lets help everyone, yaaaayy’ horses. Nasty hopeful whats its... His pulse accelerated, adrenaline coursing through his veins, as a warrior never forgets the sounds of battle.
He, like the others, rounded the bend to witness the source of the screams, the great birds as they swooped and clawed, raining terror down on the odd desert travelers. A part of him wondered what such a ragtag group was doing wandering the sands, but then, with a side-eyed glance at his own traveling party he reminded himself that the sand hippies didn’t seem great at organizing groups. His pulse continued to thrum as in those split seconds he wrestled with himself. He hated these people and they hated him… but there was a sense of duty, a code of honor, something that compelled him to move. These horses… though lesser, did not deserve death at the claws and beaks of ugly flapping monstrosities. Rowtag snarled and spat with disgust, disgust at himself for waiting for long to act. He took off shortly after Madden, a sense of competitiveness driving him to keep pace with the gem headed fucker who he had been beefing with only moments before. Luckily for Row’s pride, they were fairly evenly matched in speed.
His hooves beat the ground, kicking up sand and debris as that massive form moved across the sand. The clinging substance seeming so inconsequential to the behemoth now… He peeled off as they neared the victims of the bird onslaught, eyes scanning the scene quickly for someone to help. There were so many… but which ones would be helpful? He saw her then. A behemoth of a horse with long beautiful ears, a big beautiful butt--- oh yeah, well… cough... her coat dotted was with spots and… yeah. If only she was a kirin… damn.
Row watched her for a moment, watched as she seemed to be beating back all the nearby thunderbirds, pounding the beasts into submission. He had been about to decide that she didn’t actually need any help when he spotted the juvenile bird. It was smaller than the rest, but the way it came at the mare… she wasn’t reacting? Could she not see it? His heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t. That was all it took, Rowtag turned and surged forward. He had not been able to find any weapons to his liking in Serora, not that anyone would sell him any anyway, so he was left with what Ignacio gave him. A few paces brought him within range and, with a tilt of his head, he aimed those large, twisted antlers for the juvenile's wing. He felt the skin of the wing tear as the individual spires pierced flesh and feathers… and instantly regretted his decision. Angry flapping and claws and beak turned his way and the two were locked in an unnecessary tumble. Rowtag wheeled around like a horse with a bag stuck on his head, aiming to launch the flailing creature away from his face. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, the limping juvi was sent on its way, squawking angrily.
“That… was some shit.” The voice sounded from behind him. He turned to see the long-eared mare standing with a look that… well, he wasn’t proud of that look. He offered her a toothy grin and, for lack of better judgement, a blown smooch. Another thing he immediately regretted. What the fuck man, what was that?
He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Yeah.. maybe we should… well… birds and stuff…” whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
Sheva quirked a brow, but nodded and the two set off to join the fray. “The name’s Sheva, by the way.”
“Row… I mean, Rowtag… It means born of fire…” whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck stop that what are you doing?!
“... That’s nice…”
Feeling about as awkward as a battle hardened veteran could, the two returned to the rest of the group, ready to take on the world..
... ... Word Count: 790 Post 3 Game Post Count: #4
Stat Utilized: 75 Strength - enough to release Sheva [75 Agility] (SHEVA now FREE)
Stat Depletion: -25 now 50 Strength
Bonuses?: +5 Posts applicable when Sheva is utilized
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Post by sheltiejoy on Dec 31, 2017 11:51:56 GMT -6
Persimmon | Seroran Windracer
The cries of the thunderbirds and the screams of the equines around, it was complete and utter chaos. As he rounded the bend with the rest of his party, Persimmon briefly took a quick glance around to take stock of the current situation at hand only to see his fellow people under attack. Feeling as though his normally happy heart was caught in his throat, Persimmon watched as Madden and Jemin both worked to free Delilah and Myrtel respectively. Rowtag had just returned with Sheva. Sauron and the newly freed Myrtel worked to distract a thunderbird from a hippocampus stallion who was currently still cornered by another thunderbird, he had to draw the bird away from David. Knowing something had to be done, Persimmon charged forward, determined to distract the final bird away. "Hey let me help you out there, two will have better luck than one," Sheva called as she galloped after him, Persimmon reckoned she was more than right, plus he enjoyed the idea of getting some help. He would need it, but thankfully in Serora, no one had to do anything alone, everyone worked together.
Persimmon slowed as he approached the thunderbird, the creature had its back turned to him, it's full focus on David, who was trying in vain to escape. Something had to be done and the two spotted equines both knew it. Persimmon called out, "Hey!" in the loudest yell he could muster.
The large bird twisted its head slightly, seemingly trying to figure out if the two newcomers were more worthwhile than its current captive.
Sheva let out a bellow in the form of a classic war cry, "HEY, UGLY!"
That worked, at least David had now had time to get away. Now the two spotted equines were left with a monster bird, a bird that Persimmon was rather sure didn't want to learn about the greatness of Serora, on their hooves. Turning tail, Persimmon and his counterpart raced away, hoping the thunderbird would soon lose interest.
Thankfully prey on the run seemed to be too much work for the giant creature and Persimmon and his partner were able to meet back up with David, who graciously thanked them for their effort.
Panting from the rush of adrenaline, Persimmon told the fellow windracer, "No problem, I know you'd do the same for us." Gazing around, Persimmon remembered that the danger had not passed, "We need to get back to the group, it's not safe out here alone."
David nodded, "Let me help you!" The hippocampus brandished his boomerang, "Let's do this."
Persimmon and Sheva returned to their group, David following close behind.
Word Count: 439
Personal Post Count: 2
Game Post Count: 5
Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: 100 Speed +50 Speed (Sheva) = 150 Speed (Enough to Free David) (David is Freed)
Stat Depletion: 25 Speed
Bonuses?: +3 Posts
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jan 4, 2018 18:27:16 GMT -6
Their little trip had changed from one of arguments, bickering and packing up the wind racers boards to Helios's nightmare. Round the bend on the trail they had come across an attack on a caravan of other Serorans being attacked by Thunderbirds... childeren and adult, elders alove were not spared from the birds onslaught; Whiost his group members bravely charged into battle Helios was ground in place, frozen in fear with his wings locked against his sides... he was a fraidy cat yes and it was rare that anyone got to see that side of him but when they did it was taken with a mixture of disgust and disapproval. The stallions heart pounded in his ears, legs locked in place as he took in the scene with wide eyes, some of his companions had taken on the birds by themselves, easily freeing their target from claws and beaks... he however could only watch as a hot, wet sensation ran down his legs He had been stuck in place so long that a spotted, long eared mare had charged up towards him and, seeing the sorry state he was in, made the firm decision to get his rump moving. "Lookin at such a pathetic state puts my hair on end boy" she bit out, bushy brows knitting together in a deep frown, "Why dont you get that pis-ed ass down there and help out", pulling up a cactus from the side of the path Sheva proceeded to smack Helios in the rump with it, sticking it to him rear before following it up with the hardest bite she could muster. The large eared mare grinned as he let out a scream before taking off in blind fear. "Thats it lad!" She called chasing off after him. Using her teeth she steered him in the direction she wanted, distracting a bird away from a small fearful filly, "We are coming Mary! Dont you worry little Dear!"
Word Count: 329 Personal Post Count: #3 Game Post Count: #6 Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: Helios Agility 50 + Sheva Agility 50 = 100 Agility (enough to distract thunderbird) (Mary Distract cleared) Stat Depletion: -25 Agility - now has 25 Agility Bonuses?: N/A |
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Post by goldenmarmalade on Jan 5, 2018 18:44:21 GMT -6
Despite the tense atmosphere, somehow the boards were loaded and the rag-tag group was about ready to continue on the last stretches of their journey when they heard the piercing screams nearby. Sol joined her fellow equids’ frantic pace to see what in Sedo was going on. The sight that reached her was horrifying. Another group, as random as their own, who likely had the same goal to reach the top of God’s Landing to pray for their goddess’ return under attack by the vicious birds that roamed across the land.
It took a moment for Sol to process exactly who was in danger in what proximity, and by that time several courageous members of their group had already charged in. She was fragile and would be devoured by the Thunderbirds if she was not cautious in planning her movements. It was then that her stormy blue gaze fell upon a pegasus filly, crying out as she did what her little body would let her to fight off the birds surrounding her. An easy snack. Just like Nephele.
Something within Sol came to a boil, a reminder that she wasn’t there for her sister, but she was here right now, and was able to help this little girl so she wouldn’t meet the same fate. A white and gold figure caught her attention. It was Helios, the kind, if cryptic, pegasi who had accompanied them being chased by one of the other group members. Poor guy looked scared half to death, but it seemed to also be taking the attention of the birds.
Internal gears started turning as Sol took in the landscape, somewhere, something she could use to hold those birds down. She didn’t want to use her teammate as bait for a trap, but she very well couldn’t leave him running like that forever. A pass. There were rocks on top of it, and the space was just large enough for the birds to come in. Her father had taught her that if nothing else, Thunderbirds are persistant with their chase and prey. It would probably be a simple task to fly out of the area… now she just needed something to execute…
“You gonna help o-” It was so sudden, but Sol realized this pale hippocampus had a boomerang strapped to his saddlebag. “Come with me. We’re gonna give those birds quite the surprise.” David’s brows furrowed for a moment, but the fellow Windracer did follow when Sol took off towards Sheva and Helios.
“Hey, just before we charge in… what’s your name? Y’know, so if things go horribly wrong I know who to say died?” The pallid hippo projected just above the sands, partly signing his words. “Don’t appreciate your humor, sir, but my name’s Sol. Remember it as the pegasus who proved you wrong, k?” It was a sarcastic tone at first, proven by a smile. If a situation like this couldn’t be controlled quickly, someone would need to tell her family, but there was a confidence alongside the intense desire to save these fellow travelers. “How about you? It’s impolite to ask a lady’s name without giving your own.” They were getting closer to Sheva, and Sol would run ahead to the pass, where hopefully the birds would come one way or another.
'Get ready.’ A simple message relayed to David over sign, and he pulled his boomerang from his side with his Teke. He seemed to be catching on to the basic idea and threw his weapon at the bird leading the chase towards a panicked Helios and earnest Sheva. Sol looked just in time to see the weapon arc barely an inch away from the bird’s face over and back. That was enough to get its attention. ‘Keep running. Throw again when I tell you.’ The hippo nodded at Sol, and the two continued running, now pursued by the lead hunter and presumably two of her juveniles. They were a fair way into the sloping ground when David looked at Sol, almost ready to ask her if she really was crazy and they were going to die, the latter was glancing up through tinted goggles, counting the strides past a loose group of boulders. A sudden stop and spin, before a shout “Now David! Up there!” The stallion’s eyes brightened when he saw the rocks just in front of the birds, and quickly let his boomerang loose.
Sol felt like her heart was pounding in her throat as she hoped the boomerang would hit its mark before the birds came to attack them. A harsh CLANG reverberated between the walls of the pass, and the rocks fell, pinning the bird’s wings. Sol let out a breath, before remembering that the two needed to get out. There was a path that David could cross with effort, and after gesturing towards it, the hippo cantered towards it while Sol took a few galloping steps to take off and return to the scene as quickly as possible, hoping that her efforts weren’t for naught.
Word Count: 857
Personal Post Count: #3
Game Post Count: #7
Stat Utilised + Assistant Stat: Sol Cunning (75) + David Cunning (50) (Mary Trap cleared)
Stat Depletion: Sol -25 Cunning, now has 50 Cunning, David retains his stats
Bonuses?: N/A
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 5, 2018 21:29:22 GMT -6
R O W T A G
Serora Outsider
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For a moment or two, he wasn't sure what to do. There was so much going on that it took him longer than he would’ve liked to refocus on a target. Sheva had run off to assist Persimmon with David and Helios with Mary, but it seemed that poor Mary was more deeply involved in trouble than the would’ve liked as even with further assistance from Sol and David, the little zebra remained terrorized by the birds. Frustrated by the helplessness of the group and the effort it was taking to free them, he turned, deciding to take matters into his own hooves. He charged, only to be met by Sheva once more, towards the remaining bird. Apparently, he hadn’t learned his lesson about charging into the flapping beasties and did just that. Sheva ran close as his side and the two large horses barreled into the bird in sync, trampling part of its wing beneath heavy hooves. It was a very lackluster battle, given the excitement of the other’s efforts before, but it was sufficient. The bird scrambled away squawking up a storm, leaving little Mary alone at last.
Rowtag stood beside the small creature, his frame heaving slightly from the exertion. He almost forgot she was there, but Sheva’s voice reassuring the small foal that all was well crept into his ears. He frowned, turning an absent minded frown on the child, “Quit lying to the fucking thing, you don’t know that everything will be alright yet.” He snapped, ever the pessimist… with no filter for children.
“Watch your mouth, lizard…” She growled under her breath as she continued to prop Mary up and console her. Rowtag merely snorted and moved off, looking for the next target, confident that the pretty long-eared mare could take care of Mary for now.
... ... Word Count: 302 Post 4 Game Post Count: #8
Stat Utilized: 75 Strength - enough to release Mary. (Mary now FREE)
Stat Depletion: -25 now 50 Strength
Bonuses?: N/A
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