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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:30:50 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 503: Sanctuary  Team Leader: Tahla Participants: Aragon, Basyl, Cardinal, Crescent, Jinni, Katarina, Kilorn, Leviticus, Savvy. 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: As the Sultan and Furies fly away to fight another nation's war, thoughts of the impending invasion at home loom over the Council. While offensive strategies have been discussed to death, it's now time to turn to thoughts of defense. While precious, not every horse in Sedo is a warrior. You've considered the Oasis as a safe, hidden place to keep civilians. Time to go explore and see if it lives up to your expectations for it. Perhaps it can be Sedo's savior yet another time. Location: The Oasis 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 15:30:59 GMT -6
tahla
The debate had stretched on for days.
Their deal with the Talorians had sealed them into a fate none could yet trace, and in the place of the countless unknowns, the Council had taken up planning. Thorough, meticulous planning that seemed to raise more questions than it ever answered, leaving Tahla more frustrated with each passing day. Constantly pursuing answers they were not yet privy to seemed a foolish, if infuriating, endeavor, and Tahla had found himself pining for the decisiveness of his old life once more. It had seemed much simpler then, to simply know that he must act, rather than wait, and debate, like this. It was far too vulnerable of a position for him, waiting as they were with bated breath for the dragon that was Aodh to advance on them.
It had run him thin, and the desire to break out of the exasperating routine was undeniable. There was more to tactics than offensives plans, after all, and not all would be capable of leaping into the fray when Aodh did finally march on them. That was what today was about, why he and his fellow Councillor, Cardinal, had reached out to their willing herd mates, gathering a small band to aid in the more defensive plans. Once before the Oasis had proven to be a extraordinary refuge, and although Tahla remained unconvinced it would be their salvation a second time, it seemed a worthy excursion all the same.
With silence stretching long and his impatience growing, Tahla glanced around the group they had gathered as equines filtered in. The yawning mouth of the tunnels gaped behind him, housing a darkness that swallowed the meager beams of sunlight that dared to prick the maw of the earth. Without the guide of Ishmael it would be more difficult to tread the more elusive paths of the oasis, to try and unveil whatever hidden paths still existed within the confines of the canyon. He had faith in the company they had gathered, however, all skilled equines in their own right. Only when it seemed that the majority of the equines they had summoned had appeared did he step forward, sapphire eyes gleaming with determination as he addressed all of them.
"Listen up," Tahla barked, his voice carrying despite the gruff rasp that chased every syllable. "Today we are searching every nook and cranny this place has to offer. If there is anything here that we can use in the coming months, we will find it. Any questions?"
Blunt and to the point, perhaps, but Tahla was in no mood to waste any more daylight as he solemnly searched the crowd.
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Post by Elphora on Dec 15, 2017 21:01:24 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 365 | reference | post 1
Beyond the dark and gaping maw of the cavern behind them, the sun promised to be sweltering and bright. The fierce gold light shattered across the surface of the sand, forcing the Councillor to squint his bright ruby eyes against the glare. A select number of the herd had gathered against the familiar heat, their multitude of colors and assorted attire beautiful to behold. He was grateful for the attendance of each and every one, but particularly so to those he knew were fighters and warriors - Whilst their kin, the furies, fought for the Talorian Emperor on foreign shores, they remained here on home terra to guard and assist this new delegation. Their job was surprisingly simple. It came as a stark relief to the hours and days the council had poured into discussion over what to do, when and where - A war took a lot of planning, after all, enough to set even the boldest tactician's mind aflame. In spite of his well-known scholarly preference for the safety and certainty of his Osulan-based library, even Cardinal was glad to finally be outside and doing something; Anything was better than another long meeting in contemplation of the fiery foe that was slowly but surely coming for them. As Tahla staunchly addressed the eclectic gathering, Cardinal stood at his side and calmly assessed each individual present. Of the council, only himself and the more senior member were present - Tahla's gruff voice was authoritative and direct, drawing in attention with the rapid assertiveness of a drill Sargent. Behind them the ominous entryway to the Oasis waited, ever-patient and mysterious as only the land could be. The stallion could feel it almost like a presence around them, as if the Oasis had woken to their arrival. It was an old place steeped in many local legends, and had been the guardian of a number of unexpected treasures in Sedo's wild history. There really was no telling what they would uncover here today, though the Councillor felt an unlikely and wary optimism cool his flanks like the caress of a breeze. Salvation had been found in the Oasis before; If they were lucky, perhaps it could be found again. |
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Post by savannauni on Dec 15, 2017 22:22:04 GMT -6
Aragon | Screamer | Seroran
Aragon liked to arrive early, so that she did. She got a few meaningful hours of sleep last night, but just as before any mission she didn't sleep long. Instead she would awaken before the moon thought about setting. and She would think. This morning she had through of what the Oasis would have to offer, she thought about her friends leaving to go fight in a war she felt that was not worth their blood shed, she thought abut the two stallions that had approached her, asking her to join this mission. Aragon was a talented screamer, blessed with Alays's wind manipulation, she was glad she was not chosen to go fight in something she did whole heartdly believe in. But this, searching the Oasis for dangers and any other thing that was offered by the vegetation rich pin prick of a spot. She was excited to help. Once the time came she shook off her blanket and donned her goggles, muttering a good bye to her house hold plants and took off. Looking around at the group her heart swelled, she knew many of the horses here. This would make the excursion/mission all the more better.
As Thala stepped up and began to speak her lilac eyes flicked to him as he began to speak, rather bluntly. But that was good, they needed this. As he asked for questions, she gave a shake of her small arabian head. Damn she was glad she had it pulled off her neck and in a loose bun. Already sweat was trickling down her temple. She looked past Thala and into the maw of the cave that wasn't all that welcoming to the group about to enter. { WC: 289 | Post 1 } |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 16, 2017 19:12:01 GMT -6
Crescent| Serora Warder
The buckskin mare was honestly barely awake.
Crescent. The mare jumped, her hood falling off her head as she lookes over to Milo, who brushed his tail against her side.
You didn't sleep last night, did you?
"I don't need yooour sass Milo. " Crescent grumbled, tail flicking. Her scythe, the blade covered by its leather sheath, sat anchored to her side under the cloak, gleaming ominously. With a yank of her silver teke, she threw her hood over her head once again, looking out through black strands at the horses around her. Horses she had sent up to die. The thought made her already tossing stomach do a flip and she closed her eyes, focusing on the stallion in front of her.
Okay. Exploring. She could...she could do that. Crescent gave a sharp nod. She closed her grip around her scythe, breathing deeply despite the anxiety roling in her stomach.
"Alright. Lets do this. " Milo wrapped his tail around her leg.
Wherever you go, i follow Cres. Crescent nodded to Milo. She was ready
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Post by aAshleyB on Dec 19, 2017 7:22:00 GMT -6
Savvy
Warder | lvl 5 | Strategist
Just like every other morning before it, his day started before the sun could break the horizon. He got more sleep than usual the night before; he wanted to be sure he had plenty of rest and energy for what was promising to be another hot day under the hot sun. He warmed up and stretched his muscles as he worked in his morning training until the sun passed the horizon. He washed the sweat he'd managed to accumulate off, despite the fact it'd likely be in vain within the next couple of hours, and took off towards the meeting location.
As everyone arrived, he subconsciously sized up the group out of habit rather than necessity. He knew they wouldn't be fighting today, or so he hoped; he never considers it an impossibility, so he makes sure he can be ready should that improbability become reality. His eyes passed over one member a moment longer than the rest before swooping them back to the councillor's standing before them as they were addressed. We will find it he repeated in agreement in his head before giving a single shake of his head to the question.
His eyes slipped past the councillor's to the mouth of the cave to the Oasis behind them. Memories of it's discovery flashed through his head: Ishmael's sudden appearance amongst them, staring in bewilderment as they spoke to them while seeing right through all they addressed, and finally leading them to what was their salvation at that time, and may prove to be helpful yet again.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Dec 20, 2017 21:30:13 GMT -6
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Kat had never been to the Oasis, even since it's discovery she wasn't quite interested in it as the others. Granted, she was glad that it had saved her herd from certain choices, there really was no interest for her to make her way there. She had seen it from afar though, a blip of green against the reds and golds of the desert, but nothing more. Now, she stood at the entrance with others, some she had met on duty or around the city in their off times. None she knew personally however, just acquaintances. I should really get to know my fellow warriors. I am a bit of a loner after all.
Astor grumbled beside her, now too large to ride on her back, which was fine by Kat. He wasn't going to be small forever. And she hadn't signed up to buy a useless house animal either. He seemed to be intrigued by the other large cat though, a cheetah by the looks of it. He glanced up at her for a second, debating whether he could get away with checking out the new kid without Kat noticing, then decided against it. Good thing too, as the leading equine spoke, it seemed like they were to head in and start the job set out for the day. |
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 21, 2017 2:44:04 GMT -6
Tahla | Stallion | Councillor
Tahla's eyes scanned scanned the equines gathered before him, noting each nod and the silence that stretched between them. No questions; good. It meant they could get on their way that much quicker.
"Savvy and..." Tahla paused for a moment, regarding the brilliant crimson winged pegasus, attempting to place the vaguely familiar equine into the mental roster he held in his mind's eye. "Katarina, up front with me. Kilorn, Crescent," he continued to barl, turning a steely gaze to the pair of Warders. "Take up the rear. Make sure no one gets left behind."
Turning his gaze to regard their remaining companions, the Councillor raised his head, his voice rumbling out to ensure they all heard his words. "We stick together through the tunnels. Stay close."
Offering his colleague a firm nod before turning to face the maw of the tunnels, Tahla steeled the fluttering of his heart. Eyes hard with sheer determination, without hesitation he plunged into the depths, leading the party onward to what they could only hope would be their salvation. It only took a few strides until his broad shoulders brushed the sides of the rock, grating uncomfortably against the sensitive skin. A more claustrophobic individual may have turned and fled then and there, but nostrils flaring to breath in the damp, musty scent of the tunnels, Tahla plunged ever further into the darkness.
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Post by aAshleyB on Dec 21, 2017 6:19:18 GMT -6
Savvy
Warder | lvl 5 | Strategist
Savvy glanced over to the mare addressed as Katarina when Tahla gave them the order to stay up front with him. He recognized her by her unique coloration, sure he'd seen her on a multitude of occasions but never exchanged anything more than greetings, if that. He then noticed the cougar standing by her side that was looking between her and elsewhere. He followed his gaze to the cheetah accompanying a cloaked mare. Kits, haha, he chuckled internally.
Tahla finished assigning them positions as he turned towards the cave. Savvy moved and fell into step as they formed a single-file in Tahla's wake. A familiar scent filled his nostrils as they stepped out of the light and into the dark which extended a cool covering that swept over him soo completely it was almost as if to welcome him back. This particular combination of senses made him feel a bit nostalgic, and the memory of stepping out of this cave into what they now knew as the Oasis played itself back in his head.
Lost in thought, he had a moment of lazy footing and twitched with a gentle swish of his tail as his shoulder brushed against a cold rock. Now's not the time to reminisce, he thought.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 21, 2017 17:37:55 GMT -6
BasylFleet Foot | Female | Serora The world had been moving at a pacing that seemed to zip by yet hardly progress at all. Basyl lost track of days and weeks. With everything that was going on, everyone was busy, running around frantically. The entire herd seemed like chickens with their heads cut off, Basyl included. War loomed over their head, they had lost their Sultan and the herd was still settling into their new one. Baram seemed like he was trying his hardest, but they were all still shook up by Osprey's absence.
Basyl had been called to fullfill her duty and promises to the herd yet again, and as always she did as she was bid. The group of horses were filled with a motley of those she recognized and those she didn't. Basyl kept her head low, she remembered the tunnels from last time, she was content with tagging alongside the crew quietly. Chai, her familiar, tagged along, the large moniter lizard sprawling across her back.
Despite the beauty of the oasis, it made her uncomfortuable, it reminded her of the last she was there. Ishmael made her skin crawl, despite whatever good the seer meant to do.
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 21, 2017 19:54:01 GMT -6
Leviticus| Heavy Hoof|Serora
The council talked and were making decisions he would let the council do their thing. He was more brute then the mental power to figure out where to send the others. He would move in behind the rest look around a familiar face would be seen. His tail swayed as he looked up to Tahla as he spoke. He would nod and hum softly. He heard that they were getting to go. He would move forward into the cave. His heart was steady though it was hard not to be claustrophobic he would try and focus on the other horses around him not the walls that felt like they might be moving. He knew they weren't but it was all mind tricks. He decided to be at the end in case there needed to be some sort of protections. He His big body will prevent others from flanking to the side around him. He would think of happy sunshine and air as he would plunder into the deep cave like tunnels. He would look back occassionally to see if any one was following. He wondered what the oasis will hold will it stand up to their expectations.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 21, 2017 23:19:59 GMT -6
The tunnels are labyrinthine. They branch in all different directions, some winding back on themselves to form a pointless loop, others wending away to frustrating dead ends. The way through to the Oasis has been marked with white blazes, bright and hopeful and clear. You've been following them for a bit now and you think you're probably getting close to the opening.
With a rush of air, a clamoring noise of hooves echoes down an adjacent corridor. Someone is racing toward you at breakneck pace. Within moments a cremello pegasus with green wings tipped in blue threw themselves out of the tunnel mouth. Frothing with sweat and plain fear, their ribs heave as they try to gulp enough breath. Their eyes are barely focused before they fling themselves up and shout at you, terror strangling their words. "Run! Alya damn you, run!" They gather their legs beneath them and are gone again, down the tunnel toward the Oasis and vanish around a turn.
A thunder of hooves stampede in pursuit behind you.
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Post by Elphora on Dec 22, 2017 0:07:06 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 579 | reference | post 2
At Tahla's firm instruction, the group descended into the grim tunnel that awaited them. The air was pleasantly cooler in the shadow of the earth, but it smelled of must and eroded soil and gathered thickly in the lungs. With jutting stones uncomfortably grazing their flanks and crumbling unexpectedly underhoof, the procession made a strong but unhurried headway through the narrow and winding passage. They navigated the ancient path by following the stark white blazes that marked the way - It was claustrophobic and strange, the passages a tangle like some deeply carved maze. But even with such ominous surrounds, the group had no reason to fear - They were large in number, and the Oasis was supposed to be a place of safety. Cardinal knew he could handle the discomfort for as long as it took to reach their holy destination. Alas, things are never so simple as they seem. The unexpected but swift single hoofbeats echoed well in the tunnels, the sound amplified dramatically as it bounced around the rocky walls and outcrops. At first, the Councillor assumed it was a messenger, a Windracer come to deliver them some final correspondence from the Sultan or their advisors. Because of this he remained calm, his ears curving back curiously toward the sound as the envoy prepared to receive a newcomer. They had reached a wider section of the passageway, that grew to be a cavern ahead; Beyond it, the stallion thought at last he could see the light of the great open mouth that would lead them out to the Oasis. The pegasus, their pale flanks heaving with effort, was upon them and gone so fast that it was impossible to react; Only their warning, and the sudden and oncoming terrible sound of a great rumbling, remained to shock the group in their wake. Cardinal realized belatedly that the cremello had been a stranger, no Windracer in the Sultan's employ that he knew. Behind them, they had left the lash of their voice and the sickly scent of their fear. The councillor took a deep breath, alarm spilling through each vein and amplifying his voice with a strength he did not feel. "Everybody move quickly, now! We must reach the Oasis!" They would face whatever indeterminate threat that was hunting them through this dark labyrinth with the sun at their back and Alya's sky above them; They would protect eachother, and the Oasis, from this ambush. "Warriors, ready your weapons - but let us get out of these damnable tunnels first!" Leaping into a gallop, Cardinal tossed his curved onyx horn in a gesture to the group to follow, and made a mad sprint toward the patch of light that grew larger and closer with each stride, until at last the fresh air of the Oasis graced his lungs, and he burst out of the tunnel and into the blazing afternoon sunlight. Ahead of them lay the Oasis in all its splendor, and truly it was breathtaking to behold - larger and more lush than one could possibly imagine, foliage thick with greenery and ripe fat fruit, as dense as if it had been cultivated like a garden of the gods themselves. Whitewinged birds cruised at a lazy altitude, and strange flowers burst in violent and riotous color as though from an artist's brush. He had never seen a sight so rare and beautiful. In the dark tunnel left behind them, the earth rattled discordantly with the sound of many thundering hooves. |
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Post by Bootless-Box on Dec 22, 2017 21:50:43 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
warder | stallion | he/him
- Screams of terror and pleas for help overwhelm his mind and a small colt approaches Ki, desperately pleading for help. He can't move though, and his voice is gone, he can do nothing but watch, no matter how hard he tries. Flames consume the land around him, the colt pleading with him as the flames draw closer, "Help, Help, please!!" But the fires grow closer and begin to overtake them, the colt disappears, consumed by the smoke and fire around Kilorn. Panic fills him, but he still cannot move, can't save himself or anyone else. Surprisingly the flames that threaten to consume him do not hurt, but the steady beat of hooves and chaos around him do. Screams still stained alya's winds, and the marching of the Aodhian soldiers loomed ever closer. In the middle of it all is a figure, bony and scaly, flames for antlers and soulless black eyes. Ignacio. Ki recognized the description of the god from fables. Those empty eyes turn to stare at Kilorn, and begin to laugh with pleasure. Ignacio is holding him hostage to this scene of destruction and pain. The screams grow louder and Ignacio's eyes pour into Ki's, searching for something. His heart beats faster and faster as he screams at the top of his lungs, but no sound comes out of his mouth. He does not move. The flames of Ignacio's horns grow closer to his face, and this time it burns like claws running down his face. Suddenly he gasps into the waking world. He's awake. No one is dying, everything is okay. These are things Kilorn tells himself as he slowly opened his eyes.
- Almost immediately he realizes that the burning sensation on his face was real. As his senses came to he realized that it was Meeku, his meerkat, trying to wake him. He had apparently gotten so upset he summoned his blessing. He guessed it was actually kind of lucky that his blessing was dulled, he only shattered some pottery close bye. This Sonic voice was difficult to control, more so with the night terrors. He guessed that when he began breaking things, the rodent scratched his face while freaking out. As he felt the top of his muzzle with his teke he could feel the little ridges of claw marks. Nothing serious, it wasn't even bleeding. Kilorn exhaled and got up, not bothering to fix his mess yet. He stretched and blinked tiredly, his worry over the incoming war and the brutality of the Aodhians was consuming his sleeping hours. He wasn't sure what to do, but it did make him very motivated to explore the Oasis today. As he thought he realized the sun hadn't even risen entirely yet. Well at least he would be early to the meeting. He grabbed his saddlebags and Meeku before heading out. He arrived quite a bit early, as expected, and found himself dozing in the warm sun. Dozing off was not normal for the stallion, but he had anyways.
- Ki snapped awake as the sound of hoof steps approaching grew louder and Meeku sent out warning barks, to alert him of danger. Maybe the small prey familiar wasn't so useless. Soon everyone had arrived and Tahla quickly gave out orders. Kilorn went to his post quietly, trying to ensure that Crescent was either beside of him or in front of him, that way he could listen for danger behind him easier. Not that he minded Crescent or doubted her abilities, he just felt more secure doing it himself. He was the first to hear the footsteps approaching and quickly readied his blessing, the easiest non-lethal repellent he had, short of throwing his rodent in the strangers face. As annoying as Meeku was he didn't think he could do that to her. The pale horse was clearly panicked and Kilorn followed Cardinal's words and picked up the pace with the others, drawing his weapon and ensuring his blessing was focused to be as strong as possible with Alya's absence. He was unsure what chased them through the tight space but he was eager to get to the opening and find out, fighting or not. As soon as they came into the Oasis, Ki not pausing to admire its beauty yet, he slammed on the brakes and spun around. He moved out of the direct path of the tunnel and prepared himself for whatever was pounding towards them. "Move out of the direct path, quickly!!" He called to them all, hoping the councilman Tahla was not too old to jump out of the way if need be. He did not know those besides Aragon, the Councillors, and the Warders present. He hoped they all moved quickly. Whatever was headed their way was coming fast.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 23, 2017 11:12:15 GMT -6
Crescent| Seroran Warder
Cres snapped to attention when her name was spoken by the councillor member. Kilorn...Kiiilorn. Her head twisted to the horse with burns, dipping her head to him, turquoise burning out from under the hood she wore. Then, the journey began.
Crescent was short enough that the shrinking of the tunnels didn't bother her. She and Milo were walking in synchronized steps. Mostly because of their shared vision. Out of one eye, Crescent saw what Milo saw. It was how they kept an eye out for things. And it was relaxing to know that someone else knew what she was feeling. A deep bond shared between horse and familiar. She couldn't imagine being without Milo.
Then came the pale pegasus and Crescent's vision snapped forwards with a jolt. Hooves. Thundering behind them. Immediately, Crescent burst into movement, her blessing reacting as she sprinted faster than she ever had before. Super Speed.
The oasis burst into view around her, colors and vibrant patterns ignored as the buckskin dug her hooves into the sand, flinging herself around to face the tunnel. She practically ripped the scythe from her side, tearing the leather cover off the blade and aiming it at the tunnel.
"Whatever comes out of there Milo, don't hesitate. " She hissed to her familiar, the cheetah puffing up his mane and lowering his head, ready to take off.
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Post by aAshleyB on Dec 24, 2017 1:53:16 GMT -6
Savvy
Warder | lvl 5 | Strategist
It'd felt like only a few seconds had passed before the councillor before him lifted his head in curiosity, presumably at the light breaking up the darkness to reveal the near end of their trek through the narrow damp tunnel, but not a second later did he see a strange panicked pegasus stop up ahead and give them a desperate plea to run. If not for the light from the tunnel opening, he wouldn't have been able to make out the color or strained breathing of the equine. Blue-tipped wings of green...he couldn't recall having seen a pegasus with wings of that color among his mental-bank of equine in Sedo. He knew there were likely many equus he'd forgotten or missed, but he was sure he wouldn't have forgotten that one.
Immediately after the pegasus bolted, the painted Councillor before him echoed the stranger with added urgency; simultaneously, the silence from their sudden halt was quickly filled with the sound of a multitude of hooves clacking against the hard cave floor closing in behind them at an alarming pace. He didn't need to be told twice as his legs moved before his mind did, careful not to kick the heels of the unicorns before him as they all raced to the tunnel opening in the still small space it offered.
The sun seemed to pick him up out of the chill of the cave as he quickly breached it's mouth. His eyes moved unfocused over the familiar green landscape as he stayed with Tahla, partly because he was ordered to, and partly because his undeterred nature to protect kept him from distancing himself. It wasn't until they were side-by-side that Savvy realized how much smaller the unicorn was than himself; not much smaller, but enough that he noticed. He pivoted as the last of their band cleared the cave opening and braced himself in a way that allowed Tahla to clearly see the entrance but covered his side should whatever coming out from behind them pose an immediate threat.
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 25, 2017 21:09:00 GMT -6
Leviticus|heavyhoof| senora
Levi was in the back he made sure no one was left behind or lost. He didtn't need that on their heads on top of a war that was happening. His ears pivoted around and most of the journey was quiet. Some water dropping and pebbles falling but nothing to worry about too much. His lips moved as he was muttering soft words to himself. Though soon he heard hooves running. His large head picked up he looked down his roman nose to see a pegasus fall out of the cave and warn them before she ran off. Then the councilor told them to move quick. As the others started to run he would chase behind. His build was not ment to run. It was ment to fight. His heavy large hooves galloped forward to get out of the dark cave. It was like a nice warm smack to the face once he was out of the tunnels. THough as he was he would turn rearing up and twisting to face the tunnel. His posture tall and dominate. His blue eyes stared and prepared to engage with horses. He could take a beating and would fight for his people.His nostrils flared as he waited.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 27, 2017 22:16:19 GMT -6
You dash from the tunnel opening to the breadth of the Oasis, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the opening as you dared before turning to make a stand. Bravely, the Screamers and the Warders and the Skirmishers flank the less combat ready Councillors, courageously ready to defend their leaders. With every staccato sound in the thunderous stampede, the danger draws nearer.
A breath--and you can hear them nearly at the mouth. Another breath--and you can see them just inside. Another--and they’re pouring out of the opening in droves, hundreds running at breakneck speed, barely stopping to curve around your group. They careen past, eyes wide and white, covered in sweat that is frothing off their bodies. It takes a moment to realize what is so strange about the silhouettes streaming past--they’re all nearly uniform. All common horses, not a fin, feather, horn, or scale among them.
Except….there. Screams split the air as the race turns into a rout. One by one, the fleeing horses stop and fight desperately for their lives against their pursuers, antlered kirins who are chasing them down, slaughtering as they catch and moving on to the next. A child sobs just feet from you before a bright stream of fire blasts from the sky to scorch the earth. An unearthly scream rips from the infant’s mouth before it is abruptly silenced.
The entire area is silenced.
The murderers have passed, leaving only corpses in their wake. Mangled and mutilated, the bodies lay all around you. Some are still steaming from the blasts, an acrid, sulphuric smell of singed hair. There’s a bright, warm, metallic scent of copper that seems misplaced in the midst of this horror until you realize what you are smelling is the blood.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Dec 27, 2017 22:29:53 GMT -6
Crescent|Serora Warder|Fucked over
Just as quick as they came they were gone. Crescent's knees locked, hearing a muttered "oh gods" from her familiar. But she couldn't move. Her scythe clattered to the ground, turquoise eyes wide and slightly glazed. Kirins. Common horses, like she herself.
It wasnt until she realized her world was moving that she realized she was being wracked with fullbody shivers, tears spilling unbidden from her eyes. Then the blood hit her nostrils and she gagged, sinking to her knees to spill bile across the already bloody ground. She remained awkwardly half kneeling, too startled to do much else. Her eyes remained locked on the figure of the child. Tiny. Fragile. Dead. Turned to mere dust by the fire. It was so quiet. Her breathing was fast, too fast to be healthy, as her stomach rolled and her heart beat frantic in her chest. Another gag, as Crescent struggled to get her hooves back under her, shaking all the while. She tugged her cloak ever closer to her.
Shock. Nothing registered to the buckskin as she finally stood, white noise buzzing in her head as her turquoise eyes remained locked on the child. Her ears were flat against her skull, Milo trying frantically to bring her out of it but to no avail.
Crescent remembered fire. She remembered it well. It killed her father. Her sister. And now...it killed swaths of horses like her.
Her mouth opened in a silent wail, too shellshocked to speak. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything. Then, Milo bit her. Not hard, but enough for her to be slammed back into reality, hard enough to stumble into the horse next to her.
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Post by aAshleyB on Dec 28, 2017 1:46:58 GMT -6
Savvy
Warder | lvl 5 | Strategist
Seconds. That's all it was. Savvy had lifted his head and relaxed his tensed stance in bewilderment as his eyes made out the first terrified expression plastered across every nameless face that burst out of the tunnel they'd just passed through one after another. He stood his ground, a single ear cocking to the side in confusion and dull concern as horses dashed all around them. He'd only managed to make eye-contact with a single horse, a mare with green eyes, but it was broken almost immediately as she rushed passed; notwithstanding, the eye-contact was all it took to give rise to anxiety deep in his chest, a feeling that'd become uncommon to him outside of his recurring nightmares.
His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught within the same second, and not a moment later did the sound of terrified screams and nickers overlay the thundering of hooves flooding his ears as Kirin broke out into view and give them a front-row seat to a sight soo horrifying that he thought he was still asleep. There was too much going on too fast. He stared in stunned disbelief as the world spun around him, flashes of red speckling his vision left to right as the screams drowned out the sound of movement. He was barely breathing, too distracted to notice his heart pounding through his chest soo hard it could be felt in his knees as his eyes trained to a panting young colt that stopped before them, his peripheral completely blurring around the infant.
He'd have thought he'd gone deaf, if he could think of anything, as the child's voice was the only thing left in his ears before time slowed and the image of the infant being burned alive by falling hell-fire scarred his mind more cruelly than it could have ever marred his body. He couldn't look away and it was over before he blinked again. Sometime during that scene, his jaw had slackened enough that his mouth barely hung open, but had completely dried out nonetheless. He could hardly lick his lips or move any part of his body before he was forced to catch himself from falling against Tahla as the cloaked mare stumbled hard against him. He looked down to her, the lifeless bodies around them refocusing within his peripheral as he did so. He swallowed dryly, finally blinking only to cause un-spilled tears to fall down his face. He wanted to speak. He couldn't speak. A loud choke escaped his throat and he pressed back against the mare as an offering of support, the abrupt contact oddly centering as the feeling returned to his hocks.
He leveled his head with his withers, unsure he could lift it again if he lowered it any further managing only to force out a whispered "I'm sorry...." as the reality of what they'd all just helplessly witnessed swallowed him into a darkness deeper than the blackest night.
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Post by Elphora on Dec 28, 2017 3:23:30 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 489 | reference | post 3
It felt surreal, like a nightmare had enveloped them; Like they had been transported into the midst of the great war he had spent so much of his youth studying. The slaughter began and ended in the space of what felt like a single heartbeat, yet also like the cruelest eternity. The moment, the thick and cloying scent of blood choking in his lungs, held fast like the child's unending and maddening scream. For a time, it seemed as though there was nothing else, and there had never been anything more than the slaughter. So thick was the taste of despair around them that it seemed only fitting that this would be the end, and that death would be the only release from the grasp of this abomination, this sacrilege. For a brief moment, as fire reigned down and burned the child like witch to pyre, Cardinal could only cravenly wish that it was burning him, too; That he would have to observe no more, learn no more. Nothing he had ever read could possibly compare to this. A single memory held him fast - She was gold like sand, her eyes brighter crimson than the flames. He thought of her then and held on to whatever sanity remained. And then it was over. The little buckskin was first to break the stillness that had gripped them. The sound of her plaintive retching was so normal, so warranted, that Cardinal could have wept - Except he already was, of course he was, great wet tears that rolled like tiny crystal globes over his dark cheeks. The feeling of the wetness there was another thin connection to reality. Somebody spoke: I'm sorry - and it might as well have been all their voices and all their hearts as one. It was hard not to look at the mangled corpses and fall back into that gaping despair that waited. It took all of his strength, all of his wit and presence of will not to go to that dark place. "Regroup," He croaked in a voice so hoarse and broken that at first it made no sense. It didn't even sound like it was coming from him; It was hard to hear over the persistent ringing in his ears. "Are any of them - can we save, can we help any-" Even as he spoke, Cardinal saw with his own blurred eyes that the massacre was merciless and complete - Not a single wretched soul aside from their original party had been left alive. It was too much to bear. He thought at any second that he would faint, and the sky spun dizzily above him. Blinking the spots from his vision, the Councillor reverted back to his most basic training as a leader, and when he spoke his voice was blanched and hollow. "Tahla... We need to get away from this cursed place. Everyone, round off - call out your name if you are still standing!" |
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 29, 2017 17:52:51 GMT -6
Tahla | Stallion | Councillor
The path was long and winding, riddled with branches that twisted and narrowed into oblivion. Tahla had never considered himself a very claustrophobic stallion, but even he had to admit the vastness of the tunnels set his heart fluttering. How the equines of Breim could be born and live beneath the vast earth their entire lives was beyond him; even now the dimness of the caves played tricks on his aged eyes. Thank the Gods for the white blazes that lit their way, gifting them light in the otherwise utter darkness of the tunnels.
Progress was slow but constant, silence only broken by the steady plodding of hooves. Above the roof seemed to open, the closed tunnels at last travelling to reveal a glimmer of light in the distance, their destination. A stirring of hope glowed in his chest, until sudden thundering of hooves struck an icy chill throughout his body.
The cry to run worked just as well as the crack of a whip, propelling them all forward in a desperate push to reach the Oasis' entrance. Tahla hugged the cool wall, his commanding voice joining the din as they raced forward. In his mind he was hanging back, ensuring all his herd mates made it to safety, though in truth his bones complained with each frenzied movement. He was no longer a young stallion, and though physically strong for his age, he could do nothing that competed with the lithe movements the Warders and Skirmishers possessed. Without a word exchanged between the two, Savvy remained stoically by his side, an appreciated presence in the midst of the chaos.
In the dash to safety, himself, Savvy, and Leviticus had rotated to the rear of their band, yet still they burst from the tunnels before whatever lingered behind them managed to catch up. Their path took them to higher ground, and turning as swiftly as his body would allow, Tahla swiveled to regard the cave entrance, ears pinned and his lungs rattling with the effort of the run.
Tahla had embraced the life of both a Skirmisher and a Warder in his lifetime. Fighting, violence, death; none of them were new concepts to him. He had encountered and survived drought, Cultists, thunderbirds, and numerous other threats throughout the long course of his life, and yet never, never had he witnessed any thing as awful as the scene that now played out before his eyes. Droves of equines poured from the confines of the tunnels, screams assaulting his ears as the pursuers at last made themselves known; kirins. Every instinct, every bit of training screamed at Tahla to throw himself forward, to protect every innocent that found themselves hunted mercilessly, slaughtered ruthlessly before his very eyes. Yet, he found himself frozen in place, wide sapphire eyes taking in the ghastly sight, nose twitching at the unwelcome scent he had long since learned to associate with death. A brilliant flash, and suddenly it was over.
"Dear Alya..." Tahla breathed, the sentiment drawn from his lungs before he could think. Watery tears blurred his vision, threatening to cascade down his cheeks at the slightest provocation.
It was Cardinal's words that broke through his daze, the Councillor turning to regard his comrade as he stammered out concern for any survivors. Tahla's head shook ever so slightly at the statement, knowing intuitively there was nothing they could do for the ones that lay unmoving before them.
"Keep an eye out for survivors," Tahla bellowed as he turned to regard their party, eyes still glistening while he mustered every drop of strength and professionalism he could in the wake of the massacre. "Is anyone hurt?"
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 30, 2017 3:03:02 GMT -6
Leviticus | Heavy hoof| senora
As he was turned to prepare for enemies. Instead there was hordes of horses flooding out in a panic. Levi's face went from stoic stern fighting mode to surprised and confusion. His eyes got biggger from what happened next as the Kirins came out and a fire blast hit the horses. His ears soaked in the horrors of the cries and the smell of the blood and burnt flesh into his nostrils. His mouth was agape he has never experienced this sickening sight.The emotionally stable stallion that usually didn't show compassion readily felt that his emotions choked up into his throat.
Saddness quickly turned into anger. How can they do this how can they get away with this. They can't let them get away with this. No! Levi shook his head and snorted. His body got more ridged. He threw his head up and shouted with anger.For a small moment. He looked back at Tahla and Cardinal. Then to the hordes of dead. he moved forward towards the dead. He stared to see if any motion was there. "we can't let them get away with this. THis is unforgivable." he tried to choke back the anger. He wasn't angry at his kind just the Kirin. He was so ready to fight to throw himself at the enemy to defeat them. He began pacing a bit.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jan 3, 2018 14:33:23 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
warder | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn's defensive stance changed very rapidly from ready to tear into something to his head jolting back in confusion. The passing equines were evidently terrified, but of what? He watched for a mere second before everything went south, kirins came racing in, their evil, monstrous bodies murdering and killing the group that fled them. He couldn't even react in the time it took them to begin and the fire to end it all. The child's scream echoed in his head, paralyzing him. This couldn't be real. He must have dozed off again, right? He stared at the dead beneath them, lost in his nightmare. One that had come true before his eyes. And he did nothing to stop it. Kilorn didn't see that he hadn't the time to react, he saw the blatant fact that he had done nothing. So surely this was a dream, because no matter the situation, he would react... he was trained to.
- But the reality of the burned corpses hit him when Crescent bumped into him. Kilorn snapped out of his daze and inhaled, only to almost fall to the ground with the smell of burnt flesh. It triggered his own nightmare to play in his mind, fire eating away at his hair, his body, and his mind. It replayed in his mind, and the pain he once felt seemed so real as the memories flashed through his mind. It was no longer just him in the fire from his youth, but the equines that lay dead before him. He wasn't sure if he was screaming or not, but all he could see was fire eating him alive, and the echoes of the screaming equines who now lay on the ground, scorched and lifeless. His body balked away from everything, but he was not seeing them, he was among the flames that scarred him as a colt. He had screamed in horror when the visions first began, but he only heard the screams of others. It was clear that the shaking, fearful body of Kilorn was not his normal self. he probably would have been pissed if his worst nightmare hadn't just unfolded in front of him. It was obvious something was wrong, but it was over before anyone could do something because as his body moved backwards, he tripped over a rock or a plant.
- The loud thud of his body hitting the ground was the first thing he heard that wasn't a scream. The initial shock and pain of the fall radiated through him but he felt little, the pain his mind generated was worse than simple fall. Kilorn soon realized he was crying, snot nosed, scrunched up face, crying. Instead of getting up and letting himself be upset, he turned his face to the dirt and rubbed the tears away, before anyone could see him break. He didn't realize they'd already seen more than he'd ever even told anyone. As his senses came back from his nightmares, he realized that his familiar was scampering all over him, squeaking like something was trying to kill her, and he was mostly just glad he didn't squash her. Kilorn stood and shook of the dust, going back to pretending nothing was wrong. Nothing had happened. He put Meeku in his saddlebags again, trying to calm her down. He also gave anyone who looked at him a firm, steely gaze that was supposed to convey that he was fine, and you should most definitely not ask. Or ever speak of this again. Kilorn said nothing but flinched when he looked down to see the corpses, fighting his previous visions with everything he has left.
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Post by savannauni on Jan 4, 2018 20:27:09 GMT -6
Everything was a whirl. Commotion everywhere. Pounding of hooves. Screeching of voices bouncing off the cave walls, rattling Aragon to her very core. As the Pegasus surged past them she watched them shove past and looked into the belly of the cave. Her tail lifted, flagging. Her eyes searched the darkness that seemed to swallow all the light. Aragon's blessing of air manipulation was stirring. She let the wind surround herself, shifting her hair, moving the sand at her hooves. She heard Cardinal next. Rolling her shoulders and tossing her head Aragon loosened up. Though small, and young, Aragon was a force of nature to be truly terrified of. Once out if the tunnels Aragon looked back, her goggles over her eyes, the wind now whipping around her. She was here to kill. Until the foal. The small foal cried, and Aragon saw him. She races forewords "NOO!" Aragon bellowed, rage and fear crept up in her voice. She slammed her hind quarters into the ground, sliding to a halt, she hadn't made it to the foal but was staring at another young looking stallion, jaw opened in an unending scream, eyes wide, mutilated.
She was breathing hard, shock coated her face, "What in Alya's name is happening?" She choked as she looked around and faced the others, distressed, tears brimming her eyes. Hearing Cardinal aks for role call she weakly called "Aragon." Her eyes locked with the stallions now. Oh gods what was going on??
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 8, 2018 21:50:32 GMT -6
A wind rises over the field,
gentle and soft. It brushes against the corpses, lifting bits of hair in it's breeze. It begins to steal away the scent, bearing away the smell of blood.
Far off, you think you can hear the trees rustling, a high, rushed murmur. There's a quiet undertone which grows as the wind blows onward. A child is crying somewhere to the east of you, away from the tunnels and in a different direction than where the Kirins ran. With time, the sobs grow louder but you still cannot see the babe.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jan 8, 2018 22:01:13 GMT -6
Crescent|Serora Warder
It was hard to see through her teary eyes, but Crescent merely closed them, turning her head into the horse next to her (Savvy?). Then, she heard it.
A child. The cry was haunting, and it pierced her very soul. After what she had seen here on this day, some part of her rejoiced. A different part wailed in guilt. This child was probably hurt. Grieving. The kirins would hurt them too.
Crescent began to shake, some form of maternal instinct rocking her to her core. She didn't bother with the role call, merely hoarsely saying
"Child. " Then, the little buckskin picked up her scythe, hooking it back to her side. Her ears pinned.
Crescent.... Milo warned, but it was too late. Crescent was heading towards the direction of the crying.
"Im on my way little one!" She yelled, halfway frantic. She wasnt gonna fail this time. She couldn't fail this time. She shot forwards, a dart across the sands, only to stop a mere few feet from where she once stood, eyes scanning the horizon, before she jolted off again, determination in the set of her brow.
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Post by Elphora on Jan 9, 2018 2:45:42 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 532 | reference | post 4
The voices of the Councillors left a ragged silence in their wake. It was as though the massacre had torn a hole in reality, out of which poured all sound and sense but for the group's ragged breathing and muffled sobs. One of their guards, a large stallion - Leviticus - muttered something rash and began to pace. Not all the warriors were so resilient to the visual and sensory torture they had just endured. Savvy looked to be on the verge of physical and mental collapse, his eyes round and wild and his head bobbing low. Cardinal looked on mutely as Kilorn gathered himself up from the ground, his face streaked with dirt and the wet trails of tears - but the Iron Hooves' eyes had gone hard and flat, and there was no use trying to console him now. Aragon was the only individual able and willing to respond to his round-off, her voice still wavering with grief and shock. To Cardinal, the shock was a blessing, a gift - It allowed his mind to retreat to a safe place and made room only for survival to consume his waking thoughts. The terror, the disgust, the rage and fear all melted into the background of his expression, which composed itself into something like emptiness; An absence of emotion. The trauma was not gone, but compartmentalized now, ready to ravage at any moment of introspection. It was necessary, if he and Tahla were to get their comrades back safely to Osulas alive - and that, above all other fickle things such as understanding this surreal disaster, had become the Councillor's primary goal. Their expedition to the Oasis had uncovered something dormant, something abominable. It could proceed no further. They needed to leave! As he was mustering up the strength to say as much, a new sound rose to quell the heavy silence. It was brought to the broken ears and hearts of the gathering by a fell wind and the rustling voices of the trees; A child's wail, eerie and lonesome, as wretched as they all surely felt. The pull toward it was sudden and insistent, a surge in his soul that begged him to listen, to help. A cold shiver chased the stallion's spine, and his red eyes narrowed. "Something isn't right-" He began, heeding the ill premonition that lingered beneath the heavy weight of his grief, but before so much as another word could be uttered the small buckskin Warder answered the child's cry. "Crescent, wait, it isn't safe!" Cardinal reproached, but the mare was already darting away, her mind clearly focused on saving whatever was left in this damned place to save. The unicorn shook his head roughly, trying to clear his ears of the ringing echo of dying screams, and looked pleadingly to Tahla. "I don't trust it, but we cannot leave her behind. She will surely die," Bile rose up painfully in his throat, and he swallowed roughly. Two instincts tore at his body - one begging him to flee, and the other demanding that he follow Crescent and heed the mysterious child's pitiful weeping. Clearly divided and woefully unprepared for such a decision, Cardinal looked to the elder Councillor for guidance. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 9, 2018 14:54:52 GMT -6
| Katarina Iron Hoof WC: 397 // Post #2 |
The ground shook with thundering hooves, echoing in the tunnel around them. An equine flew past them, a flurry of color screaming to run. That was enough for most, sending them in a quick dash for the exit. Instead of taking the lead like she was ordered at the beginning, Kat moved to take up the rear. She was better at defense than offense. Putting her in the back was a good bet to cover the enemy from behind after all.
Astor ran ahead of her, taking a position just in front of her to look for any possible dangers from the front, as he was trained. A blinding light and they were outside the tunnels then, the sun beating down on them like they had never left it's heat. As they exited, Kat spun around, throwing up a quick puff of dust before drawing her broadsword in a smooth motion. Sliding out of it's sheath with nothing more than a whisper of metal on leather, she was ready, making up the middle part of the curve of warriors facing the tunnel.
But it was not the Serorans to be fighting in this encounter. Flames and death and destruction spewed out of the tunnel. Everything happened so fast, Kat almost missed the whole thing, everything taking place in a few heartbeats.
It was.. horrendous to say the least. By the time the others had regained their senses, Kat was on high alert, looking for any more danger that may come their way. A soft breeze blew the smell of burning flesh and blood away from the group but it did nothing for the red that now splashed everything.
Through the haze of destruction, a small child sounded, too far away to see but close enough to hear. One of the mares from the group, Kat believed her name was Crescent, ran in the direction of the call. The others were still in shock mostly, or helping the wounded however they could. The councilors noticed the mare's absence, quickly trying to figure out who to send to retrieve her.
"Do not worry Councilors. I will bring her back post-hast. Lead the wounded, they need you more right now." Kat said to the pair, sheathing her sword before galloping off after the errant mare. You never leave the group. First rule they teach you. How could you ever forget? |
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 12, 2018 13:22:15 GMT -6
A shadow creeps across the field, seeping over the corpses and congealing into thick fog. Insidious, it swallows you up and chokes your vision and hearing. You can barely see your herdmates as the darkness deepens even more. The sunlight itself is strangled, unable to reach you through the sudden night. Feeling your way forward, you find the rest of the group, reaching out with your teke for touch. Crescent and Katarina fumble forward in the darkness, not quite knowing where they’re heading but sure that their calls are not being heard as they can hardly hear their own footfalls against the ground. Sound is silenced here and you can taste ash in every breath you inhale. It makes it all the more eerie when a scream splits the air, shredding your ears with perfect clarity. It is coming from above--and falling fast. With a thud, the cremello pegasus crashes into the earth before you, scattering the shadows like dust from the impact. They roll a few times before coming to rest before you, breathing shallowly and brokenly. In the sudden clearing, a ringed cutout in the midst of the gloom, you see you’ve come full circle. Standing across from you are your companions, staring at you in shock as the pegasus tries and fails to stand. As they labor to push a leg under their weight, a tiny form darts from the darkness beyond your group. A small child, unlikely to be much older than five or six, runs forward, pastel blue antlers barely peeking out from their pale gold coat. Before the pegasus can gain their feet, the child is upon them, a small dagger flashing out and slicing the fallen’s neck open. While the cremello falls, the youngster darts forwards, the shadows drawing back and away as they dash away. The scene widens and you see unicorns battling in a haze of dust and ash against kirins as pegasi swoop from the sky. A dark teenager with teal scales joins the blue and gold baby in butchering the bodies scattered across the ground.
Cremello twin kirins painted carefully in blood and paint tip their scarlet antlered heads back to stare at the sky as fire rains down upon their victims.
Brown, with fire-shaded scales, a kirin laughs with exhilaration as the warriors below her burn.
A young mule, not even yet adult, with ears nearly as long as her purple tipped antlers darts forward and calls lightning to scorch a pegasus's wings as they fall, screeching, from the sky.
Two old men, one dark and scarred with red-orange scales and a shorn off tail and the other striped with red antlers and a scar slicing away his sight, marched forward with fire in their wake.
A pale pink kirin, her curls dipdyed in the blood she's galloped through, laughs as three unicorns collapse screaming, racked with unimaginable pain.
Two kirins, paired like a sunrise, one brown fading to orange and the other peach and pink with antlers branching like flames, stand together as the darker commands the armies forward, always forward, an unstoppable force.
With a terrible smile, a King, her golden antlers piercing the air, watches as shadows crawl down the throats of those that stand against her.
A familiar face, antlers split in orange and blue, watches and calls down death from the sky as fire swathes the battlefield. You watch as these and more horrors unfold, death coming again and again to the pegasi and unicorns that battle desperately in the choking ash against the army that wants to eradicate them. Finally, after an eternity or possibly only a moment, the vision fades away and the encircling darkness pales and drifts away on the wind. A creature steps into the circle of your gathering, its coat patterned with Alya’s stars. A large Zesla, it can meet each of your gazes on level and as you do you realize its eyes are nebulas, cosmic and bright. WE FOUGHT. It intones, shifting its gaze to meet each of yours. IN THE END, WE WON. WE RID OURSELVES OF THE MURDERERS. THE WORLD COULD NOT BEAR THEM.
It stops, waiting.
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