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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 19:03:21 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 505: Look Twice  Team Leader: Anna Participants: Estelle, Chirin, Twitch, Saoirse, Gwen, Brom, Siglavy 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 the winter shaping up to be a harsh and unpredictable one, the Stone Circle has decided to sent out some of Skeldr's Medics to make sure that the more remote Farmers and Herders and have the basic medical provisions needed, and to provide any relevant services before returning to the capital. When a storm begins to roll in across the farmlands and with news of the Medic's arrival in the area, nearby equines gather at one of the homes to meet and share news and perhaps weather out the storm. Location: Farmlands Time of Day: Evening Current Weather: Burgeoning snow storm Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 21:53:27 GMT -6
Anna
Medic
Anna was no stranger to the company of others, but of all the company she could have this was tolerable. Estelle was a colleague. That was perhaps the best that could come of the entirety of their journey. That she was not some insufferably arrogant Raider or embarrassing clown of a scout was just enough for Anna to tolerate, perhaps even enjoy the other mare’s presence. The two walked in an amicable balance. Anna gave direction when she felt necessary, after all she was the elder of the two, Estelle would follow. Their mission was simple, ensure that medical provisions were available to the more remote of equine, and if not available that they be made available.
Such was the balance, the ease of the journey that it was only a matter of time that it be broken; at least they were farmers and herders. Be them anyone else and Anna would have expected far more problems (the Forged tended not to believe in the value of medicines, as if taking a pill was like taking a shot to their ego). The more remote folk could be convinced to at least take the supplies, even if it was done only for the appearance of listening to the medics.
The presence of antlers though brought Anna’s sour mood back in full, “An original lowlander, how very impressive,” she commented dryly as she walked through the threshold of one of the town homes already filled with what appeared to be amicable enough Forged. They were ready to stop their rounds for the day, the winter storm rolling in ominously. She turned to Estelle, “We’ll wait out the storm. When that’s done and gone, we’re going to ask this group if there’s anyone that’ll need our help further out. Until then enjoy the local gossip and get a drink or something…”
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Post by fynli on Dec 15, 2017 18:16:49 GMT -6
Saoirse Hey I heard you like the wild ones For a cold winter evening, the life inside the War-Forged home was warm enough to melt the snow on the ground just outside. Even with the door open for travellers passing through, the cold didn’t pass the threshold. A great fire roared in the fireplace as many War-Forged milled together, the sounds of children giggling and a goat bleating interrupting the mild chatter. Perhaps even the presence of one of Ignacio’s children added to the heat of the room.
As for the host, she was watching the small gathering with a smile on her face and light blue teke holding up a mug of hot cider. The rest of the adults there were offered alcohol, as long as they kept it out of reach of her two children and the billy goat. Kirby was the favorite of the family so of COURSE they had to keep him inside. The rest of the herd was sheltered from the coming storm so there was nothing to worry about there.
Raising the mug to her lips, Saoirse mulled over the fact that her husband was stuck up in Skeldr Town again. She never interfered with his work as they had their own independent jobs, except she still worried about the storm.
Her thoughts were interrupted by two new guests, a pony and one of her father’s other wives. A sour look passed over her face at the latter but it was quickly gone as she reminded herself to be a gracious host. She inherited too much of her mother’s sour attitude perhaps. Setting her mug down, she quickly made her way to the front, smiling warmly at both of the mares.
“Welcome! Please make yourself at home,” she spoke cheerily, standing to the side to allow the mares to mingle. Letting them through, she glanced outside to see if there were any other stragglers.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 15, 2017 18:32:45 GMT -6
Brom Farmer | Male | War Forged
With a storm blowing in Brom had to tuck his chickens in their coop and trudge out of his way to collect at one of his herdmate's homes. He had been told that there would have been medics coming down form Skeldr Town to supply the farmers with what they could and he surely wasn't going to pass up a chance at supplies. Especially before the roads became to packed with snow to travel to town on his own safely. The big draft was one of the last to the meeting house and even from outside he could tell that it was warm and lively inside, he could hear the voices from even outside. Brom ducked through the door, his long ears alert as he curiously glanced over the congregation of horses. There were a few farmers that he recognized and plenty of other horses that he didn't have the slightest idea of who they were. But they'd be his company, it seemed, while they all weathered out the storm together. The floor boards creaked under his hooves as he made his way in a small smile on his face. He bobbed his head in greeting to the mares that were ushering everyone inside. The warmth of the fire was a welcome respite from the chill outside. The winter, despite how fresh it was, seemed to be gearing up to be one of the worst that he had seen in a few years. The bay draft shook, dislodging snow that had settled on his flank, his attention to turning to the group of horses in front of him, "Quite a crowd gathered.." he rumbled to no one in particular. He shuffled around the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone or anything, thought it seemed to be a hard task especially when he was indoors.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Dec 15, 2017 18:59:39 GMT -6
 The young roan colt trotted briskly through the fields. The snow had started to fall faster than before. Chirin had hoped to be home by now, but the rapid snowflakes obscured the vision in his good eye so much that he was pretty sure he was lost. Even his dog Maple couldn't sniff the way back home.
Worry started to prick it's way through Chirin's chest, bordering on a childish panic of being lost in a potential blizzard. It was at that time he was made keenly aware of a rumble deep beneath the snowy ground, seemingly right beneath his hooves. Chirin stopped for a moment. 'Okay, deep breaths. You're not going to die in a snow storm. It's not even a storm yet to begin with. Just calm down and look around. Is there a light anywhere?'
Emerald green eyes scanned the horizon. A faint speck of warm light glowed in the distance. It wasn't to far. If he cantered over he could reach it in no time. Whistling to Maple, Chirin made his way to what he now realized was a house. There were a lot more horses in there than he expected, judging by how many he saw in the windows. Then he saw a pretty Unicorn mare standing outside the door-frame as three others walked in past her. He recognized her as another herder. Slowing to a walk, he shook the snow from his curly mane, “Excuse me miss, I don't suppose you have room for umm.... two more?” He asked with a shy smile, gesturing to Maple with his head. At the mare's affirmative, Chirin stepped into the home.
He swore he felt the ground under his hooves rumble as the beast moved beneath it. The fire's light caught on the stone set in the leather collar around his neck. He had to remind himself to keep his emotions in check while inside. He wouldn't want to make everyone's night worse.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Dec 16, 2017 0:54:55 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y... ...
He wasn't quite sure how he managed to get himself all the way out here without anybody noticing, but then again, no one really wanted to be outside any more than they needed to. Having gotten wind that the Stone Circle was going to send medics out to check on the farmers out east, he decided to test his newfound freedom by checking himself out of the capital.
Which he almost immediately regretted, but that had only been the beginning. The weather started off perfectly fine (for a winter day anyway), but it soon began getting blustery and dark. He had blundered through a snow drift that was apparently hiding some logs and was subsequently found by a goat herder, who had kindly invited him to wait out the incoming storm at her house. Now he was here, and he didn't really know what to do.
Siglavy glanced casually at each of the new arrivals as they entered the house, but his part of the house was much too far away from the door to be able to properly see and hear what they were talking about. He watched and sipped carefully at his bitter drink as a tiny golden mare strutted in with her taller companion. They seemed to be talking animatedly about something he couldn't quite make out, but he also didn't think he wanted to know. Feeling wary, he slowly edged himself into a corner so he wouldn't have to worry about being approached from behind.
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Post by Waterdrup on Dec 17, 2017 7:35:20 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen shifted under her warm, muskox pelt and slowed her pace as she approached the farmhouse. Her brown eyes travelled warily to the windows and open door. There were a lot more horses here than she had expected. The young mare came to a complete halt as nervousness twisted her gut. The thought of turning back home shot through her, but she couldn’t do that.
Her father had heard about the medics coming to the farmlands, to see if anyone needed aid before Winter set in. They had send Gwen to get some stock supplies, in case the snow made it difficult to reach town when they needed the medicine later. Gwen glanced up at the grey sky where ominous clouds loomed over her. She looked at the farmhouse again and swallowed hard before continuing.
As the white mare entered the house the warmth slammed into her face. The smell of smoke, warm bodies and cider filled her nose. Her eyes darted from left to right as she looked for a familiar face and found none. She shuffled to a corner, so she wasn’t in anyone’s way, surprised to pass a goat. It was munching on something as it hurried himself through the crowd.
Gwen spotted a huge, brown stallion with long ears and a small mare accompanied by a unicorn with an impressive tail. Her eyes travelled through the rest of the crowd again. Even though she couldn’t hear it, she could tell there was a lot of small talk going on. Her skin started to prick as her pelt became unbearably hot. Gwen used her green teke to take it off, feeling a little self-conscious as she did so. And then she stood there, realizing that she didn’t even know who the medics were.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Dec 17, 2017 8:56:14 GMT -6
Twitch | WF Farmer AKA The Cabbage QueenTwitch was a stubborn mare. She was set on getting home before the snow hit, and left the town just outside Saoirse's homestead with the intent on braving the weather. Just as she was passing the home, however, the flurries started and the temperature dropped. She paused only for a moment outside of Saoirse's house, soaking in the warmth she could feel being thrown and recognizing the tremors of hoofbeats on a wooden floor. Huffing, she made to continue on her way, but the pause had been too long. Before she knew any better, she was being ushered towards the house by a stranger.
Now, she sat in the corner under her ox skin, sipping her water skin and grumbling about there being 'too many horses in one house'. She would have just left but... the house was so warm.
Twitch's ears perked as a few more horses entered, one sounding and feeling very heavy, another very very small. Smaller than Twitch.
The pony leaned towards the only horse near her: Siglavy. Her blessing wasn't nearly strong enough to tell her what he looked like. Blind and oblivious to the kirin antlers sprouting from Siglavy's head, Twitch treated him like everyone else.
"Where did you get that?" she said bluntly, motioning towards his tea. A warm drink sounded nice enough.
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 27, 2017 21:30:53 GMT -6
Anna
Medic
Stifling. It was the first thought that ran through Anna’s mind as the farmhouse began filling up. “Perhaps, before we all get… distracted, allow us to fulfill our purpose. We bring supplies for the herders and farmers here.” She used her teke to lift a saddlebag from her back, filled to the brim with common Aodhian antibiotics, directions to brewing more traditional herbal mixtures using more local ingredients, and some of she and Estelle’s own concoctions.
“Most of what is here can be replicated on your own using herbs you should have in some abundance, despite the weather.” She continued on, “The rest are finite medicines imported or replicated using Aodhian supplies. You don't like the lowlanders? Ignore their origin; I honestly don’t give a shit. They’re the best for their purposes.” That being said, Anna began distributing to those in the room, taking note of the blind mare and making sure her teke gently brushed at the mare’s hooves, just to let her know that her provisions had been set there.
She looked over the room, “Estelle, give some extra to those with additional companions or if they tell you they have larger immediate families. If this is all we have then we have more than enough to spare.” Then, again glancing over the room, she took a second head-count.
“Are there any more we should have been expecting in this area? Once there is a break in the storm I fully intend to be on my way back.” She flicked an ear, “But if you know of someone perhaps held off by the inclement weather I can allow Estelle to wait behind or delay myself for a time.”
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Dec 27, 2017 22:18:54 GMT -6
One of the first things that Chirin noticed was the Kirin.
The last Kirin he had met was Pele, and not to long ago either. He didn't have any problem with Kirin's, honestly. He felt honored just to be in the presence of one. They were a rare occurrence after all. As he walked past it, Chirin met the Kirin's eyes and nodded, dipping his head low in a respectful greeting.
The second thing he noticed was the dark pony with the green horns. She didn't look that much older than him, about a three year difference, maybe. He watched as her ears swivelled to every small sound as she continued to stare ahead of her.
'She's blind.' noted the roan colt. Being half blind himself, he could sympathize. She seemed to navigate just fine though. He watched as she made her way over to the Kirin, easily avoiding a child's toy that would have tripped her. He felt a pit form in his stomach. 'Tremor Sense,' he thought, 'She can see Gaster.'
He quickly took deep breaths to calm himself. Having that beast show up now would cause more harm than good. Instead, he stood in the corner and focused his eyes on the hard wood flooring. He ran the front edge of his hoof across the boards. A glint of frost appeared and a filigree design followed the direction of his hoof, not affected by the heat of the house. Maple perked her ears at the twisting design, pawing at it playfully. Chirin laughed at her sillyness, but stopped once he felt eyes on him.
Looking up, he noticed that one of the foals in the room at seen the frost just appear out of thin air. He gave them a smile and set his hoof back down as a line of frost zipped it's way over to the foal and began to create shapes in front of them. A pegasus, a unicorn, a snowflake, a cat. Each image made the child giggle.
Chirin was snapped out of his concentration when a mare spoke up. She said something about medicine for the herders and farmers. His ears perked up at that. Looks like it was a good thing he had gotten lost in the snow. As she spoke another mare passed out the medicine. Chirin gave her a smile, muttering a thank you.
When the first mare asked if they knew of any who where not here that might need the medicine, Chirin spoke up, “Excuse me miss. There is another herder is the fields just west of my home who isn't here. She has sheep and a Puffin. If you would rather go home after the storm, ma'am, I could take it to her instead. It's on the way to my home anyways.”
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 30, 2017 15:29:06 GMT -6
E S T E L L E
War Forged Medic
"For the meek shall inherit the earth"
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It had been a long journey through the winds and snow, but it had been a pleasant one, despite the circumstances. Estelle felt blessed to be by the side of her colleague, Anna, and her young son pressed to her side. She hadn’t trusted the other wives to take care of him - many of them ignored her and her son’s existence, many of them were quite jealous of her youth and working womb, but she assumed they were merely preoccupied with their own children. Although many of them were talented, attentive mothers, they seemed to care little for anyone besides themselves and their small cliques they created amongst themselves. So to avoid inconveniencing anyone, Estelle had allowed Steigar to follow her about on this mission granted her by the War Lord herself. The appaloosa unicorn felt quite honored to be chosen to walk alongside Anna, whom she knew vaguely. She had worked alongside the mare before, but rarely had they spoken outside of the confines of healing.
Yet here they were, walking close together, with Steigar ahead of them, rolling about in the snow. Soon enough, they had come upon a barnhouse, the windows lit warmly with candlelight. Her curled ears pricked towards Anna’s voice, but her eyes kept on her son, who looked back at his mom, his straight ears flicking off to either side and his head held high - goodness, he resembled his father so much it nearly hurt Estelle’s heart. It was as though she wasn’t even the one to carry him in her womb for three months. She nodded quickly to acknowledge Anna’s gentle instruction before speaking out through the wind towards her rambunctious colt. “Steigar, darling! You must knock first!” The colt hardly seemed to hear her, yet when he approached the door, it swung open. The colt entered, bouncing about like a spring hare. Eyes rolling, Estelle followed Anna inside. “The child will never learn.”
Estelle shyly thanked their hostess for allowing their temporary visit, admiring Saoirse’s beautiful crystal horn. She complimented the mare meekly on it, and her beautiful home, and her beautiful children. The home truly felt like a home, and not just where one lay their head at night. Estelle longed for a place to call home, warm and welcoming like this place. But instead, she had a house with many other mares who didn’t seem to like her much and a husband who didn’t pay her much mind now that she had given him a good, strong son. Yet there was always a silver lining! She took care of many children, not only her son, at Gentle Step’s manor - she felt blessed to have so many mouths to feed and to heal, and to work alongside her former mentor was a blessing all in itself. She nearly idolized that stallion, and all that he could do. And he only amazed her more as time went on.
She was brought from her thoughts as a warm tea cup was transferred from one vibrant teke to her own pale pink teke; she accepted the tea with a smile and sipped it though it was steaming. Her attention was brought to all the new faces, some strange and some familiar to her, as they entered the large room. One ear was kept at all times towards her child, who played with another pair of children in front of the fireplace. Many voices conversed while Estelle stayed quiet, observing everyone quietly. And then, Anna spoke up, giving instructions again. Estelle nodded curtly, quick to pass out the medication, herbs, and other necessary items to all of the families, careful to ration out everything accordingly. When all was finished, she still had some left, for others they were to come across. Then a stallion spoke up, and Estelle found her moment to speak. “I shall accompany you to the sheep herder, whilst Anna makes her rounds in other fields. If anyone else cares to join us, I personally would appreciate the company.” She looked to the stallion, who looked to be quite young, offering him a small smile. “If you do not mind, my son is with me on this journey. I hope it would not be a bother for him to join us.”
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jan 1, 2018 0:14:21 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
To say he was a little startled by the pony's sudden attention was adequate enough, and he would never admit to anything more. He hadn't really been counting on being spoken to anytime soon, but...
"Where did you get that?" she asked him, indicating the mug floating in his teke. Confused, he stared down at the slightly foamy liquid for a second.
"Um...," he tried to think, floundering a through the sea of sensory images he was struggling to keep track of. "The hostess?" He glanced back at the pony as he responded, just long enough to catch a glimpse of a strange milky coating in her eyes before her thick mane covered them again.
Wait, is she blind? It sure looks like she's blind, he thought, feeling a bit awkward. Suddenly, her forwardness made sense. If his previous interactions with locals were any indication, horses tended to react to his species first--so he was almost a little glad she couldn't see him, if only it meant avoiding a repeat conversation. He tried to keep his voice normal as he continued, "She's the unicorn mare standing near the door."
Siglavy briefly considered the idea of offering to just take the pony to the hostess himself, but he didn't exactly fancy drawing any more attention to himself than he was already attracting, just by being a kirin. He definitely didn't need to be struttin' his stuff straight through the room, either. If only he hadn't gotten the grand idea in his head of testing the Stone Circle's leniency by going for a stroll. Besides that, the pony might take offense...although, surely if she had known he was there, then she must be able to find her way around fairly decently.
He cast his eyes around the room again, just in time to see a ruffled colt come trudging in, accompanied by a dog. The unicorn's bright green horn was shattered at the tip, something he realized he was no longer really surprised about--not in this herd at least. But his young age did make Siglavy wonder about the circumstances. As the red roan walked by, he nodded and dipped his head to Siglavy in a deep bow. Slightly surprised and rather pleased, Siglavy gave the colt a tiny nod of acknowledgement.
At last! Someone respects my status, he thought with satisfaction. He idly observed as the curly-haired boy caused a trail of frost to appear on the floor with a tap of his hoof. Interesting..., Siglavy mused. Must be a Blessing.
He pricked his ears slightly as the tiny golden mare from earlier spoke up.
“Perhaps, before we all get… distracted, allow us to fulfill our purpose. We bring supplies for the herders and farmers here..."
Ah, now they're in business, he thought, sipping at his drink and remembering the reason why he'd been enticed to leave Mount Skeldr in the first place.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 2, 2018 21:06:50 GMT -6
RUNAR (NPC)
The storm seemed to follow them.
The stallion’s sides heaved, a soft sheen of sweat frozen against his fluffy coat. Icicles clung to his jaw, eyebrows and eyelashes. Breathing was labored; not so much from the exercise, but due to the inhospitable, cold air that filled his lungs, stinging with each breath. The elk-skin Runar had protected himself with was wet, covered in snow and gaining the unpleasant smell of wet, badly tanned pelt.
Runar turned his head away from the wind, walking onward with a stubborn, determined stride. His larger body ate some of the wind, allowing for his smaller companion, Cailyn, to travel with relative ease through the snowy farmlands. The rising wind kicked up loose snow from the surface of the white ocean, throwing it around like wet grains of sand. It was a sharp, unpleasant wind, cold and penetrating.
He looked onward from the side of his eyes. There, nestled in the middle of open field, surrounded by a few pieces of fence and other such various scenery, were a collection of homesteads. Even from here, he could see the flickering light of a homely hearth, and occasional forms of horses walking past the windows.
Finally, people.
Finally, their journey was at an end.
Yet still they kept their pace steady, winning every step forward from the winds and snow and the howling chill of a winter evening. Even with the goal in sight, the journey seemed long and arduous, like they were hardly moving. Yet, somehow, the buildings eventually drew closer, as the storm around them intensified still.
Within the village proper, he eyed his surroundings with a passing curiosity. It was obviously a small community of farmhands and animal keepers, far from the decision makers at Skeldr Town, and equally far from most worries of the world, save a hungry predator or two.
The hoofprints of the others present had already been washed away by the wind and snow, but the smoke from the fireplace and glow from the windows made it easy enough to identify just the right house. Heading straight for the homestead, Runar knocked the door with his knee. Two polite taps of the wood, and then a call: “Hello, sorry to bother you so late in the evening.”
Runar looked at Cailyn before continuing: “Me and my friend were caught in the storm and lost our way. We were hoping that you might be able to help us?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 21:06:57 GMT -6
CAILYN (NPC)
Her every breath turned into a white, puffy cloud in the crisp air. Half of her face was covered in frost from her breathing vaporing into ice and lingering on her coat and eyelashes. She was sure to step into hoofprints of her companion, but his stride was just that much longer than hers that she still needed to do some working on her own to get forward. She huffed underneath her pelt, it barely keeping the worst of the wind from her skin, and despite her thick winter coat she shivered.
Her ears perked in a hopeful manner as they slowly but surely neared the farmhouses. She eyed at the sky - the whole air looked white from the thick snowfall and the howling wind. She was very thankful that Runar was breaking the worst of the wind, and kept trucking forward with her head lowered in order to fully engage her back and hind end.
She sighed, excitedly, as they finally arrived upon a door. The lights alone looked so inviting, and the smoke promised some warmth. She clicked the worst snow off her hooves as she stepped onto the porch, and lowered the hood from her pelt.
“Yes, hello. We’re really sorry, the weather is just horrible”, she spoke, and formed and apologetic, friendly smile in the hopes they would be let in.
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Post by fynli on Jan 2, 2018 21:33:33 GMT -6
As soon as Anna announced the purpose of her arrival, Saoirse’s hostess mode turned off and was replaced by mom mode. She was grateful for the medic’s presence, as she glanced nervously to where her children were socializing. While they were strong, as War-Forged children should be, Saoirse worried that Cassidy may fall ill with the harsh winter weather. Even Estelle’s little one received a concerned look from the mare.
She thanked Anna as the pony handed her rations, walking to a nearby cabinet and placing it safely inside. Hopefully somehow Kirby wouldn’t climb up and find it.
At Anna’s last remark, Saoirse looked around the room. This was everyone she knew and recognized in the area.
“There shouldn’t be anyone else coming-” Saoirse’s words were cut off abruptly as two knocks on the door caught her attention. She frowned, the voices outside not ones she recognized. As she reached the door and viewed the poor souls shivering outside, she realized she didn’t recognize them at all. Saoirse had no time to assess the pros and cons of letting strangers into her house, especially with her children present, but she couldn’t leave them out to freeze either.
“Please, come in and get warm,” her voice was welcoming as she stepped aside to let the two stragglers in. As much as she didn’t want strangers to freeze to death, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy about it. Who were they?
“Forgive me but I don’t believe I’ve seen either of you around here before. Do you live in Skeldr Town?” The mare’s voice was polite but curious as she eyed them warily, keeping a courteous smile on her face.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 3, 2018 3:04:49 GMT -6
The colt gave the mare a warm smile when she offered to go with him, “To be truly honest, ma'am, I'm not sure if she's even home at the moment, but yes, the company would be nice.” He told her.
When she asked if he minded her son coming along he giggled a bit, “Not at all, ma'am. Maple likes little kids and Gaster doesn't mind them as far as I know. I mean the big guy puts up with me so I guess he's okay with them.”
“I'll be outside when your ready to go.” He said. The roan colt made his way to the door, taking a moment to thank the pretty mare with the blue crystal horn for her hospitality. He got about half way across the room when there were knocks at the door. The sound startled Maple a bit and she gave a single bark before promptly being shushed by her master.
Two new horses stood in the doorway and walked into the house. He didn't know them, nor had he ever seen them. Who were they?
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Post by Waterdrup on Jan 3, 2018 10:44:28 GMT -6
Gwen
Farmer
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Gwen bit her lip and tried to supress her anxiety. She wasn’t sure what to do next and silently observed the collection of horses from her corner. By watching, Gwen figured out that the beautiful mare with the blue horn was the hostess. Perhaps she knew who the medics were. All Gwen needed to do was ask.
The white mare lowered her head and took a deep breath. The familiar smell of wood smoke filled her nose and she tried to pull comfort from how the warm house reminded her of her own safe home. She hesitated, then stalled, then scolded herself. It was just one simple question. Gwen looked at Saoirse, who was smiling and welcoming guests. Gwen suddenly felt a pang of shame, she hadn’t even introduced herself or thanked the unicorn mare.
Her shyness was making her rude, she needed to be braver. Gwen lifted her head and started to rehearse what she was going to say in her mind, while slowly making her way over to the amber champagne mare. She was really pretty and a stranger and Gwen felt her stomach tighten. She lowered her head and walked right past Saoirse, hoping to go unnoticed.
When Gwen paused she felt a mix of relief and shame. She could be shy at home, but outside of it her uncertainty became unbearably unpractical. She sighed at her own cowardice, flattening her useless ears. When she used her new position to glance over the crowd again her eyes caught sight of brown antlers. Her eyes grew big as she spotted the Kirin with his bright blue scales. The young mare had never seen a Kirin before and she didn’t quite know how to react.
Besides the Kirin was a petite blue varnish roan with thick mane covering her eyes. Gwen couldn’t help but frown at that. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would deliberately cover up a sensory organ. She watched as a curly pony and his big dog passed the Kirin. The green horned pony dipped his head low and the Kirin responded with a nod of his own. Gwen blinked in surprise, she hadn’t expected anyone to treat the antlered horse with such respect.
Suddenly the attention of the horses in the room was drawn and Gwen followed the gazes to focus on the miniature horse she had seen before. The falabella was now talking, but Gwen couldn’t see what was being said. When the golden horse started to distribute medical supplies from her saddlebags Gwen realized she must be a medic.
The white mare straightened up when she received her ration, planning to say thank you. She hesitated, wondering how loud her voice should be considering the crowd. The falabella walked on, careful to give everyone their fair share and the words of gratitude never made it past Gwen’s lips.
The appaloosa unicorn that accompanied the little horse turned out to be a medic as well. Gwen couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she didn’t mind. She had the medicine and that was why she had come here. Now she could go home, where it wasn’t crowded with strangers and were she was safe to be herself.
Gwen felt herself relax, maybe she could muster up the courage now to thank Saoirse before she left. When her eyes found the hostess she was talking, but stopped mid-sentence. Gwen cocked her head and then noticed how everyone’s attention was drawn to the door. Realizing there must’ve been a knock she couldn’t have heard, Gwen watched the door as well.
Saoirse opened it and let in two more horses. A unicorn mare with a blue horn and a stallion covered by an elk-skin. Both of them looked like they had travelled right through a blizzard, with frost on their eyelashes and icicles hanging in the stallion’s cheek fluff. Gwen felt her spirit drop, not at all looking forward to face the weather in order to get home.
Then she noticed Saoirse’s body language. The amber champagne unicorn had let the strangers into her house, but she wasn’t at ease. There was a certain tension in the air as everyone watched the newcomers.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 8, 2018 22:24:04 GMT -6
Anna
Medic
“Make sure you wait, Estelle, it would not be good to go out in the storm.” The pony mare was well aware of the conditions outside. “Whether this Puffin needs the supplies or not, I will not risk a colleague and her son to the brewing snow storm. They can wait.” Anna’s tone left no room for argument. She glanced at the hostess, “That is, if our hostess would be so inclined to allow everyone to weather out the storm.” She waited for the mare to express dissent, and when it didn't come she relaxed, though not for long.
It was Saoirse’s clear discomfort with the unexpected company that initially set warning bells ringing within Anna’s head. Even so, the pony mare simply narrowed her eyes and selected the same amount of supplies she had rationed to the others, lifting it with her teke and placing it at their hooves. Saoirse questioned them, noting her unfamiliarity with them; Anna herself scanned them, Skeldr wasn’t particularly small, but she oft knew who was about by face if not by name.
There was nothing familiar about them. The mood of the home seemed to have shifted, but with the snowstorm quickly becoming an isolator to them all, it would be best to diffuse the tension. Unfortunately, such was not Anna’s forté nor interest.
“Not from Skeldr.” She mumbled under her breath, hardly loud enough for anyone to hear. She didn’t elaborate though, merely gave them another glance before fetching herself a cup of hot tea. Socializing was for those who enjoyed the company of others. Anna was content where she was, quietly observing the room.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jan 8, 2018 23:33:28 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
For no clear reason, he briefly thought that anyone who doesn't believe that a lot could happen in a few minutes is, well...to just put it kindly, severely mistaken.
That being said, he was totally already entertained enough watching the War-Forged go about their business--particularly the tiny gold one--exchanging and stowing little packages of basic medical supplies. He imagined that he could almost smell a few of the more pungent scents. A very annoying voice in the back of his head randomly whispered, "Commoner's fare" in a strange, yet distinct tone that he really couldn't quite place. Almost like...oh! A forgotten memory perhaps! He glared at his almost-empty cup.
Of course, Lord Ignacio, he thought sarcastically in response, not knowing or particularly caring how the diety might feel about his bitterness. His Lordship would understand.
As he came out of his thoughts, he became vaguely aware of a stocky white mare with a speckled nose staring in his direction with wide eyes and decided that he could really do them both a favor by pretending not to have noticed. She looked nervous enough as it were, with her constant fidgeting and whatnot.
Siglavy's attention was abruptly drawn away by the knocking. More horses? Please, gods, no. Nooo. No more.
The kirin shifted backward as far as he possibly could, as in until his rump was pressed against the wall. Nowhere else to go, really. He eyed the goat and wondered if it would be of any assistance. Most likely not. He sorely wished he had had the foresight to bring his pelt with him if only to cover his scaly back.
He stood by idly as Saoirse headed to the door. Upon opening it, he saw to his great disappointment that the blizzard was in full rage mode outside, and shivering in the doorway was not one, but two newcomers. Damn. But he supposed it could be a lot worse.
The one in front was...a lot bigger than the one behind him, at least. The common horse stallion had a raggedy stripe mark on his partially-hidden face, and Siglavy couldn't quite figure out his patterning beneath the soggy, snow-laden pelt he wore. The mare behind him was a unicorn--what was it with all these Forged unicorns showing up with blue horns? he thought, rubbing his forehead with a bit of teke. I'm about to forget who's who already.
Regardless, Siglavy was rather impressed with Saoirse's continued hospitality. However, it honestly wasn't until she made her next statement that he jerked to attention.
“Forgive me but I don’t believe I’ve seen either of you around here before. Do you live in Skeldr Town?”
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 9, 2018 16:56:34 GMT -6
RUNAR (NPC)
They were allowed in, and as the door opened, Runar quickly made his way inside. The temptation of putting away his thoroughly soaked pelt was great, but he resisted the urge, instead eyeing those present.
Some of them were children, or at least barely adults, he noted. The one he assumed to be the owner of the house was a bit older, as were some of the others. The tiny mare confused him momentarily, his mind trying to decide whether it was a truly tiny foal, or an adult, before settling on adult.
Strangest of all was the kirin. Runar looked at them for a while, a certain awe betrayed in his eyes. Children of fire and chaos.
He took the medical supplies as they were offered, and stuffed them in a small bag under his pelt. Runar looked back at Cailyn, trying to gauge her mood.
There were certainly more horses here than expected. That might be problematic. But Cailyn did not seem unsure, and so, Runar nodded his head slightly.
“No, not from Skeldr indeed”, he said softly, his smile broadening until it no longer looked particularly friendly.
He locked eyes with the white common horse mare, and smiled at her with that same, broad smile. His eyes were warm and calm. Outside his facial expression, the guise of a friendly War Forged was shed quickly as Runar seemed to stand taller, becoming far more intimidating than he had been coming in.
The cultist kicked himself forward. In the full room, it was sure to give a few of them bruises, himself included, but that mattered little. Runar angled himself to ram full force into Gwen – or failing that, anyone else in the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 16:56:46 GMT -6
CAILYN (NPC)
Cailyn was quick to step in right after Runar, and smiled at the hostess who welcomed them in. Or at least she assumed it was the hostess. Well, that mattered little.
She, too, eyed the crowd. She hadn’t expected this many, but the more the merrier she guessed. There was a mix of horses, even young ones. Her eyes stopped at the kirin for a moment longer than the others, sparkling with intrigue. Quite the creature; she hadn’t seen one personally before. There was a definite lack of aggression towards anyone in particular, not even the scaley fella.
She eyed at the offered supplies curiously, nodding gratefully. Who knew, maybe they’d need them sooner than later.
She grinned at Runar’s words, shaking her head. Her expression went from sweet to savage very fast, and as she saw Runar pick a target from the corner of her eye, so did she.
There was mere seconds of a locked gaze with Chirin, and as Runar charged forward so did she, aiming her gait towards the roan colt, head lowered for maximized impact. And should she miss, she would pick a new target. It didn’t really matter, anyone would do.
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Post by fynli on Jan 9, 2018 18:36:17 GMT -6
Saoirse had about 2.5 seconds to register her mistake before the true nature of these strangers reared their ugly heads. Time seemed to almost stop as the two locked onto their targets, Saoirse’s heart leaping to her throat as the mare aimed towards Chirin. Her children.
She remembered begging her husband to stay, wanting him home to make sure that nothing would happen. The kids would be safe, she’d be safe. The coming storm made her all the more desperate for him to stay home from his job. In the end, he’d left anyways. Saoirse resented him for it now, although she knew that even he didn’t have the gift to foresee the future.
Time resumed.
With the power of a mother’s protective instincts igniting fury in her belly, Saoirse twisted on her heels and ran towards Cailyn. Before the mare could reach her target, the unicorn slammed into her, knocking her off course with a loud thud as their bodies collided.
Recovering quickly, Saoirse stood tall in front of the children, her tail flicking frantically in barely veiled panic.
“Diarmuid, take your sister and the other kids to your room,” she commanded, glancing back at her son. He opened his mouth to try and argue, probably wanting to be a hero while his father wasn't there. His mother’s icy glare shut him up though and he quickly ushered his sister back, along with attempting to bring Chirin with them.
Saoirse kept an ear angled towards them as they slipped to their room, staring angrily at the two intruders. She’d forgotten about Runar in her charge to stop Cailyn but assumed that she’d have his attention too.
“Now, you have about five seconds to leave my house before you regret ever stepping on this land.” Her voice was pure venom, the fear of her children being possibly injured and the anger of her own mistake of letting them in making her blood boil.
This was going to get ugly.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jan 10, 2018 8:49:50 GMT -6
Brom Farmer | Male | War Forged
Standing close to the fire pit, Brom had been content to stand around and wait out the storm. His head was held low as he struggled not to fall asleep. It had been a bit of a trek for Brom to come out to this house, not only was his farm large, but it sat close to the edge of the farming lands. Every once in awhile his head would bob up, lifting it above the crowd to act as if he was tentative to the all the chatter taking place around him. He'd give a few horses friendly smiles before his head would drift back down and his eyes would close. There was a commotion though, someone's voice was growing louder and angrier, Brom lifted his head groggily trying to survey his surroundings again. There were still plenty of horses crowded into the one house but two new horses (whose faces he could not place) had made themselves warm and welcome as well. A eerie ache began to fill his gut, it was one that he used to have been quite familiar with. His body grew ridged and he had grown fully aware of his surroundings. These two new horses seemed to have worn out their welcome exceedingly quick when Brom decided to move. He shoved through the crowd, mumbling apologies as he went until he came to the front of the rabble of horses to stand next Saoirse, "What is going on here?" his voice boomed over the heads of the other horses. Brom was undoubtedly large and very hard to ignore, especially seeing as he was one of the biggest horses in the room. The huge stallion had once upon a time, been a trained raider, though he doubted he would have been as agile as he used to have been. Unfortunatly he had taken to snaking which had added padding to his stomach. Brom nearly jumped from his skin when Cailyn charged forward, he hadn't expected such a volatile response. Both Saoirse and Brom moved forward, but the smaller mare took the brunt of the hit. Brom continued forward, moving himself between the crowd of farmer and the two strangers.
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Post by Waterdrup on Jan 10, 2018 13:20:56 GMT -6
Gwen
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The two unfamiliar horses stood in front of the doorway as the Falabella gave them their ration of medical supplies. Gwen shivered. The door was still open, bringing in a fresh gust of icy air from the snowstorm outside. The white mare also caught a very unpleasant scent on the wind. It was the warm, sickly smell of decay.
Gwen glanced at the wet elk-skin of Runar and assumed it to be the source. She didn’t think a badly tanned pelt was something common in Onea. It made her strangely uneasy. The tall stallion nodded his head slowly and the motion caught Gwen’s gaze. She watched his mouth as he spoke. “No, not from Skeldr indeed” he stated while a broad smile crept onto his face, touching his warm, blue eyes.
Those eyes locked onto Gwen’s brown ones and immediately she felt her hair rise as the grin turned into something wicked. Runar’s body language changed in a blink, becoming something strong and intimidating. The sudden tension in his muscled body was the only warning Gwen got before the young stallion launched himself forward.
Gwen jolted, but didn’t really know where to go as the still grinning Runar seemingly aimed to ram her head on. She was agile enough, but it wasn’t until the last instant that she started to move out of the way. Gwen gasped in pain as the tall stallion rammed into her flank and knocked her off her hooves. The young mare landed on the hard wooden floor on her side, not knowing if she had knocked over anyone else during her fall.
Gwen felt hot panic surging through her every nerve as her disoriented brain tried to process what just happened. Her ribs hurt and she looked up, terrified for what was to come.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Jan 10, 2018 14:32:40 GMT -6
He . Didn't . Like . Them.
He had gotten an uneasy feeling about those two newcomers the second the stallion started talking. He had felt this feeling before and knew it all to well.
The feeling of being hunted. Of a predator stalking you. That dreading pit that forms in your stomach when you just know that something bad will happen. Maple felt it too. The ginger dog's hackles raised in no time, lips curling to reveal her sharp fangs. She pinned her ears and growled deeply. She wasn't impressed with them.
So they were not from Skeldr. Figures. Chirin doubted that they were even from War-Forged. Their voices carried a different tone. Their accents seemed off. Forced, almost, like they were trying to copy one.
The booming voice of the larger stallion farmer stole his attention for a few seconds. A voice of authority. Casting him a glance, the colt smiled to himself. He knew a Raider when he saw one. Muiris had that same tone of voice.
Looking back, he saw the new mare in the doorway looking at him. He pinned his ears and glared at her, his stomach dropping. A Bloody Flank had given him that same look once. It only took a second for everything to explode.
The mare lunged at him at the same time as the stallion next to her tackled someone else.
Chirin had seen the attack coming and had quickly skirted around her before the hostess slammed into her. She ushered her children into their room and one of the kids yelled at him to go with them. He ignored them and stood behind the Cultist, staying far enough away so that should she kick, she wouldn't be able to reach him.
They were going to need bigger back up.
Taking a deep breath, Chirin felt the stone at his neck get slightly heavier. To anyone else it would look like an odd stone being used as decoration to a plain leather collar. But it was much more than that. The ground shook viciously, rattling the house and even causing some books to fall from their shelves. The terrifying sound of an eruption not to distant rippled through the air.
It never approached the house. It knew better. But should the enemies leave the home....
They would face the Wrath of Kaia.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 11, 2018 9:21:20 GMT -6
Twitch | WF Farmer AKA The Cabbage Queen"The hostess, right," Twitch nodded. She would apparently need to socialize to get some tea. That was disappointing. "Thanks."
Twitch was on her feet heading towards Saoirse's voice when the two medics began their ramble. She slowed to a stop, the floorboards creaking beneath her. She listened intently, and noted when the door opened to reveal a few more horses. Had her tremor sense been stronger, more practiced, she would be able to tell more... but much to Twitch's chagrin, her hooves only felt static, an uncomfortable recognition of someone's movement, but without an ability to really pinpoint it, her blessing was almost useless. Every vibration she detected was waved off as someone moving in the house. She had no knowledge of Chirin's beast below her... or the two cultists before her.
Blind as she was, Twitch was anything but deaf. When Maple began growling besides her, and a huge stallion got up from where he had apparently been pretty still before, she noticed. That was a vibration Twitch couldn't miss. Underneath her dense mane, he ears lied back, but only for a moment before they swiveled, ravenous for more information.
Then bodies started hitting the floor and someone yelled for the kids to get away and Twitch was downright confused. She was pushed slightly back as Brom forced his way between a majority of the guests and the attacker. NOT from Skeldr? Who the BLOODY KAIA would be attacking a bunch of farmers in a snowstorm?
Twitch didn't have time to think about that. Her teke grabbed at the nearest object: a small side table. "I swear to gods, if anyone touches me they're gonna regret it!" she growled, unsure of if the situation was under control or not. I didn't stop on my way home to get murdered. Suddenly, there was an earthquake felling that started to knock of objects off shelves. She was even MORE confused.
Twitch felt the floor jump when Gwen hit the ground near her, Runar looming above. Letting out a semi-pathetic battle cry, Twitch lifted her side table and swung... but her aiming skills weren't the best, with all the commotion. Hopefully she'd be hitting the right target.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 12, 2018 14:33:09 GMT -6
RUNAR (NPC)
Runar felt a wild, primal glee as the white mare fell under his weight. They were so afraid, and he fed on that fear as he looked down, the smile never leaving his face.
His attention was drawn to the side, where Cailyn had been brought to the floor by their host. A mother.
Of course. Mothers were always the most fierce, fiercer than the fathers even. Something about that sort of blood bond made them ferocious.
Runar was on the move again, stepping away from Gwen to instead pursue the blue horned unicorn – Cailyn was tough, but it seemed both a larger stallion, and the mother were going to gang up on her. There was also a scruffy looking child now standing behind her, a child that was doing something he did not recognize.
His ears turned towards the outside when a low rumble and a sharp rattling of the furniture told the arrival of lindworm golem.
How unpleas—
Runar’s thoughts were cut short when a small table smashed him in the rump, it’s leg breaking and sending small splinters of wood around. The swing continued, table moving through the air, possibly hitting someone else as well.
Considering the person swinging the table, it had hurt surprisingly much. The pain was a dull, unpleasant throb on his rump, an unwelcome feeling in midst of battle.
That’s it. As much as he hated to use his blessing whilst hunting, it was simply too many people and just two of them.
He’d even the odds a little.
Runar bounced back towards the door, and kicked it open. A howling wind and the roar of the golem greeted him, but staying inside, he focused his mind.
He tried to grab onto the golem’s mind, but it required too much focus, and so he shifted. His mind called forth the goats – a whole herd not far away. He drove them to an angry frenzy; made surprisingly easy by their fear of the golem, he had to admit; and soon enough they poured into the house, charging at equines and things. He did not attempt to directly control their actions, merely kept them angry and scared.
A few random birds came in too. The more the merrier.
Happy with the chaos he had created in the name of Digend, Runar took across the floor again, swiping by and possibly hitting Estelle, but not stopping to see if it caused damage, and instead charged at Saoirse to aid his companion.
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OOC: Runar has level 4 Beast Summoning. He will use it to summon animals, and attempt to make familiars not attack him, but he will mostly use it to bring random animals (like goats) into the house.
The animals are NOT directly controlled by him, and are mostly really freaked out by the golem and the weird mind control, so they are panicky and confused.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 14:33:16 GMT -6
CAILYN (NPC)
She was too focused on her target to avoid Saorse hitting her, the collision making her fall over with a rather loud thump. Some of the air escaped her lungs, but she was quickly back on her feet. It didn’t matter that it stinged, didn’t matter at all. There was chaos to be made.
She looked Saoirse and laughed. A manic, mean laugh, that slightly faded at the large stallion also approaching. She grinned, and disappeared into thin air using Invisibility, nothing of her remaining to be seen, only the sounds of her hooves against the floor that would very soon disappear into the manic rampage of the goats. She did prefer more direct approach, but then again they had not anticipated quite this crowd. She had to admit the farm animals were a nice touch.
She dashed, aiming to hit as many on her way, mostly her shoulder ducking and trying to catch a contact. The goats did make it a bit harder to stay on any actual course, but it just added to the fun.
She circled behind Saoirse and the company, coming back to view just mere seconds before she charged again, this time choosing Brom as the target.
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Post by IcefireStarfire on Jan 13, 2018 1:06:10 GMT -6
S I G L A V Y......
Hmm, well...he put on a casual and disinterested face as he observed them observing the room in turn. And he definitely didn't fail to notice the flicker of surprise in their eyes when they looked in his direction. But that pause as the strangers considered the War-Forged's challenge was short-lived.
Things started picking up speed after that. Oh sure, he was a little stunned at first, but he was mostly rather offended that these two strangers had the audacity to enter Saoirse's home, take her goodwill, and throw it right back in her face.
His mind was frustratingly blank otherwise, and for some reason, he couldn't seem to draw any function from himself, his own body, as if he were once again locked in the earth's embrace. It felt strange but familiar, and he struggled to wrench himself away mentally as the strange little unicorn's attack was plowed aside by a furious mother. The cries of fear and rage around him were oddly muted, and he couldn't understand anything.
Several things happened at once; for starters, the floor shook, and suddenly the spell was broken. A big horse shouldered past him, not caring who he bumped into as he trundled out to Saoirse's side. There was a loud CRASH! as the strange draft wearing the smelly elk hide knocked the white mare over. The huge stallion's attitude was poisonous, predatory; he had this primal-looking glee twisting his features that were scarily reminiscent of some...past occurrence. The mare lay on the floor in terror, waiting for his next move. Mere seconds of time, not even seconds. Then he glanced up, and Siglavy was finally able to move forward so he could see in the direction the brute was looking at--seemed like his little companion was outnumbered. The enemy took a couple steps forward, but there was an awkward yell and a table smashed into his ass, distracting him for a moment.
The kirin painfully gulped down whatever was left inside his mug and flung it at the draft's head as the other horse retreated. He kicked the door wide open. Why? Hopefully, Siglavy had scored a hit, because the next thing he knew, a fat bird had hit him in the face in an unfortunate explosion of feathers and a dry thud, knocking his head back, blinding, and spooking him. Great Ignacio! he cursed. THe tried to take a step but stumbled around some object as tall as his knee--a goat, who looked up at him with creepy eyeballs and then it just? Screamed.
He jerked to attention to avoid a clattering piece of wood and lost a precious moment to look for the other trespasser, only picking her out by her harsh laughter--it grated eerily in his ears, and he flattened them in anger. As the farmer got close to defend his hostess, the other mare disappeared. Um, excuse me, what the burning fuck? However, he realized her hooves still rang and clattered across the floor, and her invisibility, although certainly unexpected, was not a completely infallible defense. He had noticed a thin rug conveniently dimpling at the edge where a hoof had landed in her haste, and that tiny disturbance was just enough.
For the first time since he had reawoken to the world, he pulled his lips back into an ugly snarl. The old soldier he had once been broke through the shell, making each move from sheer muscle memory. His pupils narrowed, snakelike, as his vision tinted red with rage.
The kirin charged as if he had wings himself, long legs stepping over fallen objects as he calculated where he thought the intruder would be, ideally to knock her off course and sink his teeth into the back of her neck as well--if he could find it anyway...
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jan 13, 2018 9:07:15 GMT -6
Brom Farmer | Male | War Forged
Chaos descended on the house of farmers and Brom was having a hard time navigating around all the bodies. Both horses and goats were swarming everywhere, he had taken a few angry butts in the stomach by a couple goats, but their attacks did little more than jiggle around some fat. He tried hard to avoid stomping on any of the goats, or horses for that matter, last thing they needed was him breaking somebodies leg with a misplaced hoof. Brom quickly realized how out of practice he was. He hadn't been in a fight for over seven or so years and the calamity of the house was quickly confusing him. He easily spotted Runar charging again and the big draft mule stepped forward to take the brunt of his attack. Two thousand pounds of flesh was a pretty good wall and deterrent.
Brom made a half-charge forward at Runar, threatening to bite at the smaller stallion. Though he hadn't anticipated the smaller mare to come up behind him. Her attack surprised him, when he felt her make contact with his rear he nearly jumped out of his skin. He hefted a leg in cow-kick though his aiming was poor from surprise. His attention taken from Runar, Brom spun in place, trying to face whatever threat had sneaked up behind him.
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