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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 19:10:08 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 509: All Who Wander  Team Leader: Uriel Participants: Ales, Cassiopeia, Veresk 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: Harsh weather while scouting is far from uncommon in Onea, but it's still always wiser to find a suitable place to camp and wait out the worst of the storm. Much to their, displeasure, the kirin Uriel finds themself in the vicinity of the Scouts as the weather worsens, and is forced to either share their camp or risk becoming lost in the elements. Location: North of Skeldr Town, above the treeline Time of Day: Evening Current Weather: Worsening snow Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 14, 2017 21:50:13 GMT -6
Uriel
Outsider
Thinking back on it, the plan had been a solid one. Uriel had been staying on the borders of Skeldr town for far too long, holed up in the back shed of some farmers land, stuck amongst goats and Alpanas alike. It had furitated them. And so Uriel had stormed from the barn one night, snarling as the harsh winds of winter greeted them and urged them towards the warm and inviting house of their caregivers. The family of course had offered Uriel a room in their home, with a hearth in the corner and access to food and water. Uriel of course, had refused. Warmth and food seemed oh so pleasing but to be holed up with common horses? Uriel’s presence was worth far more than anything they owed, so they had refused and taken hold up in the old family barn. Sure, they had to share with the farm animals, but gnashing teeth were enough to scare them away into the corner and away from Uriel.
So Uriel had planned to finally leave. They had gotten all they needed from them right? Food, Sleep and most importantly a forge to recraft their armour. The set had basically made itself, knowledge from deep within their heart fueling the forge and hammering against the metal. They had only just finished it, the helmet the finally piece of the missing set. Slipping it on with the others had been oh so rewarding, a deep fire beginning to bloom in their heart. So they had left.
But damned it all they wish they hadn’t now. The sun had been plenty high as they left, with not a cloud in the sky. But after only two hours of travelling the sun had begun to dip, the clouds turning red and then black as they rolled in, promising thick snow. Uriel had surged forward, mouth firmly clenched and ears flattened hard against their back. They thanked Ignacio for the warm fur that lined the heavy armour, but only slightly so. Another hour of travel got Uriel nowhere and some nagging part of their mind suggested that just maybe they had gone the wrong way, or had been turned around somewhere in the storm. Hell, when was the last time they had seen trees? Uriel had stopped them, head turned towards the sky as they let out a guttural and anger filled roar, only to hear the resounding noise of voices calling out distantly to each other in the storm, alarmed by what seemed to be a bear coming their way.
And so now Uriel found themself pacing in the snow, eyes frequently glancing at the three other individuals who stood around the small yet comforting fire. Their teeth were bared, eyes sharp as they took them in. They were all younger than Uriel, they could easily tell that. Uriel did not offer an name, nor any words of greeting. The strangers had offered shelter in the storm, and Uriel would be a damned fool to ignore it.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 15, 2017 16:02:18 GMT -6
Cassiopeia Scout | Female | War Forged
There had been little excitement in Cassi when she had learned of her newest task. She didn't mind trekking through the wilds, but winter was quickly setting in and Kaia knew that she had little desire to be out in the open when some storm hit. But despite all her wants and desires, there she was, laying in the woods around a campfire while her and her comrades waited out the coming storm. The warmth of the fire was certainly welcome, but she felt undeniably vulnerable. To only add to her stress was the presence of Ales. Cassiopeia had accompanied him and another scout in an attempt to train the young boy, but the trip did little to assure her of his abilities. Her other companion, Veresk was a whole 'nother pot of trouble. From the very beginning his presence left a bad taste in her mouth, but one that wasn't all too unfamiliar. While the stallion hadn't yet said a word to her to confirm her suspicions, she doubted that he was all too glad that they were working together. Cassiopeia pushed her thoughts and concerns from her mind, there were more important things to attend to, like listening out for any threats.
The stout unicorn trained her eyes on the fire in front of them. The extra warmth was welcome, but it wasn't something that she required. Her pedigree made sure that she was kept plenty warm in the winter. So much so that her coat grew out long enough that she formed a beard. Her father always liked to taunt her about it, saying that her 'donkey was showing.' The day wore on and the storm crept closer, insuring that it would be a cold night. As time passed an unlikely horse joined their motley crew. Cassiopeia had reluctantly grumbled in agreeance with her comrade that the kirin could sit by the fireside with them, but she was by no means happy about it. The horse was a complete stranger to her, potentially not even a herd mate. The mule kept a sharp eye on them. No names were shared (which seemed to only heighten her caution about the dark horse). Cassiopeia shamelessly stared at them, watching ever move, prepared to launch to her hooves and smite the kirin if they dare make a foul move. She had heard the stories of kirins showing up all around hireath, but today was the first time that she had seen one with her own eyes. Deep in her gut she knew, none of them could be trusted, they were creations of Ignacio and if Cassiopeia remembered anything from her teachings of the gods, the fire god was dangerous. The earth mother knew that the mule wouldn't lend any faith to one of His' damnable creations.
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Post by houndflash on Dec 15, 2017 16:45:58 GMT -6
Ales-Scout
So far, Ales was pretty excited about everything, all things considered. Sure this scouting mission he was stuck back with Cassiopeia, who didn't seem to fond of him last time, but this time Ales was determined to make friends, learn new things, and show off all the extra work he's been training with for his blessing with Grandpa and Dad. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to be the trip that he could do any of that, as both of his companions didn't really seem to be that fond of talking, or anything of the sort that didn't include only what this mission required of them, strictly. So he stuck to the back of the group, glancing around the forest, and every once and a while itching at his saddle bags and scarf, wishing he didn't leave the armor his dad and grandfather gave him at home.
Eventually the stopped to set up camp, as they didn't even need their talents to tell that there was a large storm brewing on the horizon. The fire they had set up was small, but a nice comfort. And Ales had cleared out room in the Argus' side of his saddle bags for Jaggy to make a small nest, as he didn't like the snow at all. It wasn't much longer before a stranger had come over to their fire, probably beckoned by the warmth to escape the storm. But not just any stranger, as travelers on these paths weren't that uncommon. But it was a kirin. A living breathing child of Ignacio. He knew he should be terrified of the creature, but realistically, all Ales wanted to do is do exactly what Ales did best.
Ask every question in the world. And it was almost killing him to hold it in, as with the atmosphere around the campfire, it probably wouldn't be the best idea. And he really didn't want to be turned into horse bbq or something.
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Post by sweet-like-the-storm on Dec 17, 2017 16:15:44 GMT -6
Veresk
Veresk had no idea why in the world he had to tag along on this scouting mission. Well, actually he did know; he was a Scout, but he was stubborn nonetheless. He knew he couldn't say no, he was too young and too stubborn to miss an opportunity like this but now he was starting to regret it. It was cold, and it was starting to get so dark the stars would be blinding if it weren't for the merry crackling of a small fire between them. Ales didn't impress him and he made sure to narrow his eyes at the colt every time he would so much as look in his direction. The colt talked way too much and had the widest, most amazed look in his eye that made Veresk want to headbutt him in the ribs at some point or another, but he knew he couldn't. Because of her. That bossy mare who in Veresk's opinion wasn't even worthy enough of leading him through this land... that he didn't know.. at all. He didn't want to embarrass himself in admitting that he never travels up here, so he just stayed silent and by all of Kaia's breaths grateful that she didn't try to talk to him. That didn't bother him half as much as the stranger that now sat across from them, scales and antlers and all. A kirin. Curious it was to Veresk that throughout all the times he had encountered them (which wasn't too many), he had never once chosen to speak to one, and why should he? Right? He glanced over at the young colt who looked like he couldn't contain his excitement about seeing the kirin; but to Veresk they were all the same, whether they had antlers or horns or wings, or nothing at all... just another weary traveler, and probably one that wouldn't cause much trouble in these kind of circumstances. Clearing his throat, and taking a deep breath he made brief eye-contact with the horse, but still refused to speak. It bothered him more than anything that had happened all day, only because a company of three was already too much and taking care of someone was not on his agenda. Instead, he chose to ignore the situation and glanced over at Cassiopeia. "What is our plan for tomorrow morning?" he asked. WC: 393
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 23, 2017 10:20:13 GMT -6
CassiopeiaScout | Female | War Forged Cassi was staring, eyes trained on the kirin. Ales looked like he was about to pop out of his skin with how much the kid was fidgeting around, it seemed as if that he was trying to contain himself from doing something. Probably rattling off a million questions or incessantly talking. Cassi's ear turned to Veresk when he asked him what they were doing tomorrow, "We have a lot of ground to cover." her tone was short, stern, but her eyes never left the kirin. The short mule shrugged after that. She didn't want to say too much, she couldn't trust where this antlered demon was from and who they were working for.
A short huff came from the mule, she eventually tore her eyes off the stranger to scowl at Ales, "Please, by Kaia's grace, take a lap or something Ales, you're going to kill me with all the squirming." she snapped. It's not like she hated the kid (though a lot of the time it seemed like it) but his inexperience made him a liability and Cassi didn't do her job to babysit. Cassiopeia's ears slicked back her head, her eyes glancing to Veresk before settling back down on the kirin, "We'll wait out this storm and get a move on." she shrugged.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 24, 2017 15:40:34 GMT -6
Uriel
Kirin Outsider The fire licked at their shoulders as Uriel continued to pace back and forth, the snow all but gone from around them. Their eyes stayed focus on the three on the opposite side of the fire, Mainly the horned mare. Uriel's eyes narrowed, merely slits now as they gave off a dark aura, letting their mood soak through into the air. Blast the snow, blast the wind and by anyone out their blast the damn war-forged. They were always staring, always poking and prodding and touching god's Uriel hated it. But where else were they to go? they could not remember nor name where home was or had been. Their mind was frosted, glazed over and if this infernal storm kept going it seemed it would freeze over entirely.
Snorting out through their nostrils, Uriel let out a low growl and continued their pacing, fabric dragging behind them and the soft clinking of metal on metal adding to the sounds of wood crackling. Their eyes focused mainly on the unicorn, but the fidgeting of the youngest had gotten their attention, slowing their pacing down and matching his eyes, head low. Uriel vaguely listened to the other two speak, ears flicking forward behind their helmet. Snorting again, Uriel spoke "Go on boy, ask me something" they hissed, eyes deadly sharp.
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Post by houndflash on Dec 24, 2017 16:19:26 GMT -6
Ales-Scout-WarForged
Ales flinched as Cassiopeia called out his fidgeting. He had honestly thought he was doing a good job containing his excitement, had Dad or Grandpa found out that he couldn't keep his emotions under control, Ales would have to listen to more lectures about how his blessing "is easier to use once you can control your own self. You can't control the emotions of others without understanding your own". Ales plopped his head down in self-disappointment, before the kirin had spoken to him directly.
Ask them something.
Excitement flowed off Ales in waves, his blessing probably accidently seeping through though the others. The kirin had literally just told Ales to ask the questions on his mind, and who was Ales to turn down such an invite?
"Uhh," He started slowly, not sure where to start, or if it was even proper to ask these things at all. After all, he didn't even know kirins existed until now. Before this they had only been bedtime stories that his mother had told in times that had now long past. "Are you really a child of Ignacio? Are your antlers and scales heavy? Have you ever seen Valore? Do you breathe fire? Have you really met Ignacio? Did you really have dragons the size of mountains? Can I touch your antlers?" The questions had gotten progressively faster until the last question was little more than a blur of sounds leaving the colt's mouth. It was almost impressive that Ales hadn't stood up and started jumping around, with all the excitement he was feeling. After a moment of silence, Ales popped his mouth back shut, realizing that he probably asked far more than they had expected. "Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away." He muttered, his head lowering.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 26, 2017 8:37:49 GMT -6
CassiopeiaScout | Female | War Forged More than once Cassi and Uriel had met eyes and bluntly stared at each other, there was no friendliness in either of them. Cass was filled with distrust for the kirin. Cassiopeia's mother, Alexandrite, had been a Valorian and when Cassi had been young she had been dragged down to the city of sin and lust. At Ales' question Cassi couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her voice was loud, cutting off Uriel before they could have a chance to respond, "Valore is a pile of horseshit covered in gold. It may look pretty, but it stills smells like shit." she rumbled, turning her gaze to Ales for once, before locking her eyes back on Uriel.
"Trust me, I spent four years in that city." she said still watching Uriel, this time her gaze never moving, "They liked to talk a lot about the Kirin and praise Ignacio, but they also like to misrepresent history too." her body language was very nonchallant. She was leaned to one side, relaxing, "Ales do you remember who started the God's War? Who marched Kirin up to our mountain, content on destroying the Earth Mother and our herd?" Cassi said, the venom in her tone only rising, "I know it's exciting, Ales, to see a creature of myth, but don't place too much faith in it." her ears pressed flat against her skull.
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Post by sweet-like-the-storm on Dec 31, 2017 19:05:17 GMT -6
Veresk - Scout
He wanted to confirm that he had understood what Cassiopeia had said, but that was too much to expect apparently. Ales had went off on a verbal seizure, the mare had went off scolding and Veresk was left focused on the thing he did not want to focus on. He tried narrowing his eyes at it, but he knew that whatever look he presented would never match that of the focused slits of the creature that stared them all down in turn. The fact that the kirin could speak probably meant that he wasn't terribly ill, if ill at all, and the lack of any noticeable hoarseness that he could notice probably meant that the thing would just leave in the morning and they could be on their way. The way the almost unnatural eyes stared at the company of the camp made him feel uneasy, almost as if his mind was being read; Veresk assured himself that of course it wasn't, it's just the shadows bouncing, the cold, the fatigue... and yet as Cassiopeia went off on her history lesson Veresk had his own questions starting to bubble up to the surface.
He was not entirely preoccupied with the intense history behind Ignacio and the kirins and the dragons, it wasn't in his nature to care about the minute details. Especially if they were details that if asked about could potentially get you killed somewhere in the middle of the woods where no one will find you.
Mindfully looking around first, making sure there wasn't anything else that he could occupy himself with at the moment, he tucked his legs in a little tighter and cleared his throat. "Here's a better question," Veresk's voice was clear but quiet, just loud enough that he was sure that they could all hear, most notably the kirin, but not enough to draw too much attention to himself. "Who are you?"
He hoped beyond all hope that whatever rant that Cassiopeia had just went on would not trigger any unnecessary anger in the kirin as he wanted a solid answer to his question, though with Ales's own shower of questions it was unlikely that he was going to get it now. "Why would you want to touch a complete stranger?" Veresk thought to himself in bewilderment.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 19:38:47 GMT -6
Uriel
Kirin Outcast Uriel had regretted the question the moment it had left their mouth. In all honesty, they had hoped that it would make the quivering boy stop his twiddling and fidgeting, maybe get a scare out of him or make look anywhere but at them! To their justice, Uriel hadn't had a real conversation with someone for... well they didn't know how long it had been. But they knew it had been a while! Taken aback by the sudden explosion of question after question, Uriel flattened their ears back and closed their eyes, recalling leather as black as the night but at the same time brighter than a thousand stars. They recalled late-night conversations, quiet shared words in the earliest morning and breezy talks as the sunset. Exhaling slowly, Uriel was brought back to this time just as the quietest of the three spoke up, their eyes narrowing on his. They ignored the drifting questions left by the other two, mulling over the words of the other. " I am Uriel; A warrior of the sun, partner to-... to-" Growling, Uriel thrashed their tail in the snow. It had been months, months! since they had awoken in a melting pile of snow, sick to their stomach and gagging on the air. They recalled little by little but still their mind was blank! Opening their eyes once more, Uriel exhaled the name that suddenly jumped to their mind "Elenora. Partner to Elenora, Who highest in the sky." They had little idea what it meant, but to Uriel they words just felt right.
Snarling, Uriel shook their head and raised it higher, horns shinning in the dim light "And you are nothing compared to me" They finished, eyes snapping to the youngest of the three.
But then suddenly something else was moving in the storm, the fur along Uriel's spine spiking up, teeth bared and body tensing as they drew their glaive. The three war-forged had already put Uriel far over their comfort level god they could not handle another soul. "Show yourself!" they barked, voice carrying over the howling of the wind. Uriel was regretting their descion to leave Skeldr town more and more as the night went on.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 21:45:08 GMT -6
Lorian Nodding at Nerys' words, Lorian began to carefully move the mare onto the multiple pelts, only for her to try and stand on her own four legs, wobbling before ultimately crying out and falling again. Sucking his teeth at her, Lorian snapped his ears back and put a light pressure onto her to keep her down "Do you want to lose your leg?" he added after Ansgar angrily hissed at her. Sure, he didn't want to sound so harsh but it was true. Right now she needed to lie still and let the damn medic's do their jobs. Shaking his head, Lorian pulled out his dual daggers as the others were given orders, using his own head wrap to cover the sharp edge of the blades and render them useless. Straightening Cerys' leg as best they could (while also trying not to hurt her) Lorian held the daggers in place on either side of the break, letting Nerys' use the rest of his wrap to tightly wrap her leg and keep it from moving. It was no proper split but it was all they damned had.
Lorian's attention split as the rest of the group began to gently, yet hurridly lift Cerys' up in the blanket. Staying close to her hind legs, Lorian worked with Nerys' to make sure that her splint wouldn't shift or cause more injury. Eyes roaming over the mare, Lorian gave himself a moment to think. She could very well be in labour but it might also be a false alarm. But given the severity of her contractions and all that had led up to it, Lorian was more than doubtful about his query. Meeting Ansgar's eyes, Lorian gave a firm nod of his head before going back to the matter at hand. None of them would survive if they didn't find some damned shelter.
Looking off to the flickering light, Lorian could only hope
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Post by houndflash on Jan 7, 2018 22:28:48 GMT -6
Ales-Scout-War Forged
Ales flicked his ears down as both the kirin basically ignored his questions and Cassiopeia basically scolded him for being curious. He knew Valore was full of a bunch of unnecessary glittery stuff that had no practical use, Aly had told him that, and Dad had said that Aodhians were all about being showy and knew nothing about practicality like the Forged had too. But that didn't say if this kirin had been there, after all didn't rumor say that kirins were just.... popping into the world in a ball of fire?
"Dad says there are always two sides of every story." Ales muttered angrily under his breath. "You should never pin blame on anyone until you know, and understand, the full story, even history can be wrong or mistold. Asking questions is the best way to raise an equine's understanding of the world." Ales rolled his eyes angrily, glancing out towards the forest that surrounded them, watching as the snow continued to fall from the sky. Lad and Dad said that the snow came from Cascade, so it made Ales wonder what made Cascade so angry that she had to make the weather so terrible while he was stuck with so many annoying horses. Ales only caught the tail end of the kirin's proclamation about how the group of them were nothing compared to the kirin, his gaze now confused as he made eye contact with them.
Ales was about to sigh something else out about how maybe he should go out and just scout the perimeter if no one could have a civilized conversation, when the kirin suddenly barked out into the darkness. Ales quickly stood, his blue teke grasping his sword in his holster, and hearing Jaggy waking up from the sudden movement. His eyes snapping to the cave entrance, and watching it wearily. There was a ton of wild animals that lived out in the forest, that would find four horses around a source of heat a great and tasty snack, if Dad's stories were anything to go by, and Ales was determined for that not to happen, personally.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jan 8, 2018 3:26:22 GMT -6
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"Humanity is not Honor-"
They were not fools. They were desperate.
If there was one thing that Synn had learned in her time as a hunter, it was that any cornered and desperate animal could become... Violent. Survival would become priority in desperate times, and this was one of those times. Synn kept a decent lope through the snow, forging a path through the droves of icy white. The scout could only hope and pray to the Godesses that the rest of her party could follow. Whether the company joined at the flickering apparition of a fire was willing to share their shelter or not mattered little to the ashen horse.. She had thirsty blades, pent up anger, and a family to defend. None would oppose her.. Not this night, nor any night.
The minutes dragged on and it seemed that she was fighting the wind now, snow caking itself to her front and the thickest parts of her hide. It weighed her down, and though she'd never admit it, she was losing steam. Synn huffed along despite the sting though, and as the land gave rise and the trees began to increase in density along the hillside she could see the opening of a cave, clear as day given the light that radiated from within. She paused, drawing her teke over the handles of her axes, the magic working over the snaps that held them at either flank. Near and nearer she drew to the cave mouth, ears tilted forward. She caught bits of talk, bickering.. nothing more than that was coherent however.
Stepping through the snow Synn positioned herself in line with the ice covered trees and peered around, fighting against the furiously gusting wind. As it whipped around her face she could hardly see the figures inside.. Spotty as they were. A voice however shocked the cold right out of her and made every hair along her spine and withers prickle with electricity. So much for the element of surprise.. With a growl of fustration the scout came forth, stepping from the tree line and into the threshold of the cave, light spilling over her scarred and snow covered body. Must've been a sight, the hide of her back made her appear quite.. beastly.
For a moment, the worn equine relished in the warmth. "Yell any louder and you'll trigger another avalanche.." She spat coldly, shaking herself vigorously.
Act inconspicuous. Don't give them a reason to be suspicious..
The mare almost laughed at that. A lone mare in the snow wasn't suspicious enough? She could always use her 'stranded hunter' card.. But what of the others? Pleasantries and improv flew out the cave however when she finally got a look at the parcel of individuals within the cave.
Namely, the kirin with a bladed polestaff.
Synn's eyes widened to the size of saucers and a bray of surprise bursted from her maw before she pulled her own weapon. "Don't move!" she barked, dripping on the stone now as the snow started to melt. "What fresh new Hell is this?!" the mare looked startled mostly as she glanced at the other three present- scouts probably- but there was a sense of disbelief there too. "You ain't no fucking unicorn.." the dapple hissed, looking pointedly back at the kirin. in the light of the fire her axes gleamed, twisting in her teke with braced energy. Could this beast breath fire? It didn't seem all that scary like the stories she'd heard as a filly but that didn't mean the legends weren't true. Dread filled her. It appeared that.. yet again.. she'd made a grave mistake.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jan 8, 2018 9:22:32 GMT -6
Cassiopeia Scout | Female | War Forged
Cassi's lip curled up disgust at Uriel's statement, And you are nothing compared to me. She'd show him who was nothing. But a shriek off in the woods caught her attention, the mule launched herself to her hooves, twisting to face the dappled mare that came from the forest. Cass' ears pressed hard against her skull, her eyes squinted. She knew that face.. she had seen it before in a situation that was very similar to the one now. Except back then she didn't have a weapon to threaten Cass' group with. She knew she should have brought her glaive, but she had figured with Ales tagging a long again, that this trip wasn't going to be all that taxing. Cassi's body relaxed a bit, she could easily put a wall up between them and the horse and whoever else may decide to come traipsing out of the woods. "Are you lost out here again?" she asked, her eyes darting around, searching the forest behind the dappled mare. Last time they had come across one another she had been with a large group of horses. Would they be outnumbered this time as well? Cass tried her best to seem unconcerned, but she stepped to the side, moving to put herself between the apparent threat and Ales. Veresk could hold his own and she couldn't give a shit what happened to the kirin.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 8, 2018 18:59:24 GMT -6
NemesisShe will burn down your kingdoms, herself with it, if it meant your ruin Well Synn was the first to move out, lucky thing. Nemesis perhaps should have taking the scouting rank back in the day, well fuck it now, she thought miserably as she group followed slowly behind Synn. Nemesis marched forwards it was clear bitter anger was fueling her now as she trudged through the snow. Eyes narrowed as faint grumbling could be heard under her breath, a few cuss words and something best to ignore and say they never heard. It wasn't as if wasn't having a grand ole time, it just seemed every time they might be ahead of the game, they got pushed back.... hard.
Nemesis looked back at the group and sighed, this wasn't the plan, but perhaps Kaia was trying to urge them elsewhere to better things. Nemesis continued on wards until she heard Synn's voice near the cave. Eyes turned to Angsar and snorted as she spoke softly. "Looks like Synn has company." she remarked coldly. "Atleast she found a cave." she could almost laugh of course they needed a place to hide out and of course the cave was already preoccupied, perhaps Synn could make quick work and either they all could share or Nemesis would rudely kick them out if they didnt oblige, but then again Angsar was in charge and Nemesis waited for their command, either charge in or wait a second.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 8, 2018 21:15:48 GMT -6
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CERYS | BLOODY FLANKS | MERCHANT
The devil's on your shoulder, the strangers in your head as if you don't remember, as if you can forget.
Had Cerys been in less pain, she might have been more composed, able to rein in her emotions and temper her feelings to tune out Ansgar’s growing vexation, but… she wasn’t.
So she bit him.
Not enough to draw blood, but enough to smart just before Lorian shoved her back down on her knees. The unicorn’s ears flattened against her neck in protest, though she did not move again despite the shifting of bone, breath hissing in discomfort. The break was set crudely, utilising whatever little resources they had left to them.
Cerys remained quietly fuming as they lifted her upon the pelt; with each shift of the material as someone slipped or lost a foothold all but throwing her precarious ability to balance or lay still out the window.
The closer they got to the cave, however, the less she began to care about being carried; for it became clear her contractions were not a fleeting, temporary condition, but one that only grew in intensity and soon enough, agony blinded her to all concepts of time, body writhing in protest as all her instincts screamed at her to push.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 12:49:51 GMT -6
NERYS
Normally, Nerys would have thought badly of Ansgar's behavior, but right now, she was mostly thankful. Just a little amused when Cerys decided to respond with a bite, and moved to be out of reach. Just in case. She mostly hovered around once the leg was somewhat secured, giving Iskalder a very, very mean glare when he said they were only making things worse. All sorts of mean words burned on her tongue like acid, and one of her tentacles made a slight movement that looked like she was considering between slapping and strangling, but left it be. Fucking Raiders, thinking they knew anything about medicine. She did, however, nod to Ansgar's words. She had her mind very much set on keeping Cerys and the baby alive.
She tried her best to help stabilize the blanket in which Cerys was carried during rough spots, and felt every bump deep within her own core. She kept counting the contractions, then eyeing at the cave as they got closer and closer. She glanced at Lorian mostly to see if he was as worried as she was, without voicing her thoughts out.
"Try to hold on a little longer", she said to Cerys, her voice surprisingly even. She did not feel calm, but someone needed to not scream and bite and all that. She did realize the baby was coming, inconvenient or not, but she also wasn't quite sure what was going on in the cave. Delivering a baby in the midst of a battle was the last thing she wanted to do.
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Post by manabuns on Jan 10, 2018 13:33:46 GMT -6
Iskalder IT FEELS LIKE I'M STUCK HERE SUSPENDED AT BEST UNDERWHELMING, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
MY CONSCIOUS IS CALLING BUT WORLD ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE.
The snow and wind bit at his exposed flesh, and he's never wished for his cloak more in his life. He doesn't regret tossing his pelt upon Cerys' incapacitated frame, as they trudged through the snow toward the fire in the distance, red eyes forcefully trained on the speck of light like some visible goal. She was injured, regardless whether she would admit it out loud, and needed help. The least he could do was help Ansgar carry her and make sure that she was somewhat protected from the arctic elements.
He also very pointedly avoided meeting Nerys' skin melting glare at his words aimed toward Cerys' squirming and the Medics attempts to stabilize her as they jostled along. He's surprised he'd still got skin to shudder in when finally her gaze swept away from his scarred frame, and the breath he didn't even know he was holding, left him in a hurry.
"Who do you think we'll find up there?" He huffed out between gritted teeth, eyes finally peeled away to glance at Ansgar's equally red orbs. "Raiders? Scouts? Unfortunate merchants?" The last part would of been more of a jest, if they weren't in the situation they were now. Kaia's teats, he'd give his left leg to be on The Abaddon, cruising the Onean coastline in search of ships and the unlucky encampment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 0:29:37 GMT -6
ansgar CRAWL ON MY BELLY TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I’LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
Ansgar had been watching as Synn galloped off without a word, but his focus on the scout was broken by a sudden and alarming nip on his hind. He whipped around to glance at Cerys, nostrils flaring but not speaking as the medics rebuked her. It didn’t draw blood, and it hardly hurt, but the insolence was grating and setting his already frayed nerves even more on edge. Iskalder’s voice brought him back to the real matter at hand however, and with a firm nod he hoisted Cerys up, teke clutched firmly around the pelt as they began to move forward, but he didn’t refrain from glancing at her occasionally with burning eyes. They trudged on through the snow, and though Iska attempted to make conversation about what they could encounter, Ansgar had little time to respond before he heard Synn’s voice, followed by Nemesis’ biting remark. He gritted his teeth, tightening his hold on the pelt as he paused for the slightest moment. Synn was alive -and shouting- which gave him some reassurance that they weren’t encountering raiders, or rather, anyone who could possibly retaliate and cause significant damage. Cerys’ writhing made him move forward again without a word. The fire burned brightly, and Ansgar surveyed the group harshly as he lowered Cerys to the ground. His teke instinctively moved to his sword, and without turning away from the strangers he commanded the medics to continue helping his wife. His snarl reverberated against the cave walls, hoof stomping loudly upon the rock as he stepped closer to the fire and unsheathed his sword. “Back up.” He ordered the opposing group, red eyes meeting each and every one of their gazes. They appeared to be nothing more than children. “Stay back, or I will cut your fucking throat.”_________________
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Post by houndflash on Jan 11, 2018 11:44:46 GMT -6
Ales-Scout-War Forged
Ales backed up as more and more horses came into view, Cassiopeia pushing her way to stand in front of him as a form of protection. For a split second, the colt wanted to protest, to make mention that he could defend himself if necessary, but it all died on his tongue as one of them brought in, what seemed to be, an injured mare. There wasn't any blood, but they were carrying her on a pelt or hide of some sort, didn't really seem important, and she looked like she was in a lot of pain. The loud and threatening sounds from one of the other horses that brought her in flew right over Ales' head, though the implication was clear to Ales. The mare was injured, and needed a place to rest, and those that brought her in were panicking that they were either Vindicators or another enemy that would deny her that. How one could be injured without blood was beyond Ales, but he was no medic. Lad and Aly had only taught him bare basics to help him or other just to buy enough time to get to a medic to get proper treatment. But there was a medic (or two) here already working on the mare, so all that was left was for everyone to wait and give the medics space.
.... but all the panicking surely wasn't helping, right? And Ales had the ability to help with that. The colt closed his eyes and focused on his emotions, forcing his breathing to remain steady and his heart to stop racing. Once he had a grip on that feeling, he pushed that feeling out to the others, for once actually focusing on the minds of the others that surrounded him, as well as the injured mare. He had never actually tried this on horses that were unaware of his blessing, so hopefully this would work for long enough for the medics to do what they needed to do and keep the mare from...
Ales shook his head banishing the thought from his mind and went back to focusing on his blessing from Argus. That was the most important thing he could do for the moment, and he was going to get it right and prove that he's not just the son of a Stone Circle member.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 11, 2018 13:24:45 GMT -6
Uriel
Kirin Outcast The appearance of the mare did not startle Uriel, they knew they had heard someone out there, skulking around in the snow. Glaive drawn and held aloft by their grey teke, Uriel drew their head up and bared their set of fangs, eyes narrowing to slits and light reflecting off of their dark coloured gaze. Uriel did not heed the mare's warning, stepping closer to the fire and in turn to the mare herself. Uriel was not afraid of any mere horse and would not be spoken to like this. But then the mare was calling remarking Uriel to that of a simple unicorn! Fur bristling, their tail lashed and they opened their mouth "How dare you," the spat "Do not dare compare me to the likes of something so simple" Eyes snapping to white war-forged scout and then back to the accusing mare in front of them.
Before Uriel could open their mouth again but suddenly the whole damn cave was being filled with more and more bodies. Slitted eyes darted to each horse, from the large unicorns to the mare that was currently writhing on a pelt, carried by two equally large horses. Then one of them was speaking, was ordering them back and drawing his own sword and stepping towards Uriel. They met his gaze, raised their head and let out a snarl of their own. Their tail lashed angrily, their whole body bristling as their anger grew and grew, finally snapping as the stallion threatened them all. Something was crawling up Uriel's back, a warm and soothing feeling, but they shook it off, spiked antlers knocking against each other. "Go ahead and fucking try"
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jan 11, 2018 15:05:54 GMT -6
Cassiopeia Scout | Female | War Forged
It was all boiling out of control and Cass really really wanted to kick the kirin in the face. More horses crept from the wood work, most notably was the stallion with the sword. While Cassi was lacking in a weapon, she wasn't completely unarmed. She shuffled her hooves, testing her connection with the earth below her. She would do just fine if anyone decided to attack, but Ales and Veresk were a whole 'nother matter. The kirin bore it's weapon as well and Cass could feel the frustration begin to boil over inside her. Her ears pressed hard against her skull, her tail lashing wildly behind her, "Shut up. Shut. Up." she snarled at Uriel, "Put the damn blade down, I've seen deer more impressive than you." she spat before turning her attention to Ansgar and the mottle of horses before her. "Now who the fuck are you?" it was unlike Cass to be so calm in a situation like this, but they were severely out numbered and she wanted nothing more than for Uriel to leave, "And whats wrong with her?" she pointedly asked, turning her attention momentarily to the injured mare.
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Post by sweet-like-the-storm on Jan 12, 2018 22:51:16 GMT -6
Veresk - Scout
All the shouting was beginning to make Veresk feel nervous. He heard things approaching, and was rewarded with the reassurance that they weren't some wild animal, but rather another band of travelers. The kirin was making some rather aggressive statements, Ales was muttering something to himself, and Cassiopeia was more pissed than he had ever seen her before. All the horses around him had begun to almost drain him - he hated large company, hated it all to the core - but at least they wouldn't be dispersed in the cold... right? Trying to stay optimistic was hard as the kirin's movements and words had begun to seem more and more agitated; this creature that earlier had sparked intrigue could result in conflict that Veresk was now feeling he didn't want to be part of.
And the harsh words of the horse that stared them down... peering with red eyes that seemed to creep into the very leathers that kept together the braids in Veresk's mane... is this what a real Raider looks like? His breath shook, he could see his own whiskers trembling, mostly from fear. He tucked his legs in under him even further, pushing off a little bit to get even a little bit behind Cassiopeia. He might not think much of the bossy brood, but he trusted her a lot more than he did the battle scars on the face of the warrior that stood before him. Veresk even pulled a little closer to Ales, in hopes of getting some kind of moral boost from the younger Scout. He eyed the colt with what he hoped was a sliver of optimism. It can't get much worse than this, can it?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 13, 2018 19:53:42 GMT -6
NemesisShe will burn down your kingdoms, herself with it, if it meant your ruin Ahh there goes their fearless leader, off without a plan. It seemed to be how this small group ran, something Nemesis was sure to let it be known she fucking loathed. Nemesis scowled as her head whipped back at the other seeing if they had any idea of what to do, but of course not, she mused. No one had a damn idea. Brows narrowed as they hybrid moved forwards, instantly stomping after Angsar like Ignacio's flames were at her hocks.
She followed him after and saw his little scene in the cave. and Synn already there, well this was going splendid it seemed. "Just make some fucking room for us, we dont have fucking time for this bullshit!" she snarled. Eyes turned to the Kirin, seemed the rumors were right. Fucking Kirins. Gods be fucking damned. The Hybrid tossed her hood back revealing her tentacle hair, that seemed more like snakes twisting and curling about.
Nemesis trotted into the cave, not caring about a single one of them "Make some damn room, dont make me say it again." she snarled as she whistled for the others to come in and get out of the cold. Nemesis was done with this whole lot. Either die outside in the cold or in the cave with this lot. Nemesis decided she had better chances of living in the cave, not that she could guarantee the same for the others.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Jan 14, 2018 2:12:19 GMT -6
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"Humanity is not Honor-"
The pale scout with the spotted pelt seemed to know her, but Synn herself could not recall any such meeting, nor recall a name to such a young face.. So she only glanced her way and gave a low mumbling before training her eyes on the kirin again, it seemed she'd hurt the fiery things' feelings, for those bright blue eyes narrowed and its long tail lashed in anger at the mention of unicorns. Funny thing too what the actual unicorn in the room said. Synn even smirked a bit, she too had seen stag's more impressive.
Inital fright gone Synn began to get a grip, she lowered her weapons slightly, and her ears flicked back at the sound of approaching hoofsteps in the snow, heavy and weary were they. "I'll be honest with you folk, I don't travel alone tonight.." As if on cue, her captain and mentor appeared with the medics, his laboring wife in tow. Cerys was worse for wear... and it was obvious to Synn with a mere glance that things were only going to get worse.
Ansgar's sudden movement from behind to cover her flank didn't surprise her, but his harsh words did.. He was usually more cool, more collected than she in situations like these. The stress was getting to the poor man.. The guilt came back, and Synn snorted softly, eyeing the less dangerous individuals- a child among them.
"Ansgar," she whispered quietly, her face just turning so to his,
"They have a child here too..".
The caution was not gone from her stance, the possible danger not forgotten- no Synn was.. Thinking clearer. It felt as if something had washed over her in these passing moments, causing her mind to slow. Time to slow. It smothered her anger to some degree, reminded her what was important as the storm raged and the collective seethed with apprehension. The scout was unsure whether to be afraid of this sensation of numbness or to be grateful for the clear head. She sent a small prayer to Kaia anyway.
Synn's gaze turned to the scout again, noting the way that the small mare spoke to the kirin and guarded the two others in her charge. Of all the horses in this tiny nook it was becoming more and more apparent that the antlered demon had already worn out their welcome. This earned a glare in the bristling creature's direction. Hopefully it'd have the same sense of self preservation that the rest of them did and follow the scout's command, otherwise Synn would escort them outside herself.. Anything to protect her own. Her green eyes swept back to the unicorn as she- less than tactfully- addressed the Captain of the Abbadon.
"Hm.." This one was strong. Smart. Synn was willing to come up with a tale to appease her many questions and let Ansgar introduce himself before Nemesis barged in. Straight forward, but brash.. The dappled equine was unamused by the odd-ball's approach but parted the sea nonetheless, letting the medics bring Cerys in and out of the cold, letting the others effectively block the exit. The scarred mare moved slowly between the kirin and better company, one eye on either party.
"Tch-.." Synn scoffed as they came to settle, the witch's words left little room for argument, and at this point she felt that there was no argument that need to be made.
As long as everyone kept to them dammned selves that was. The Bloody Flanks' attention turned again to the scout before she too could overreact to the intrusion- her jade-colored eyes caught on the young colt at her hocks as well, his form trembling and radiating with a strangeness that the mare couldn't quite place..
Synn adressed the trio, "The less talking that happens between now and the end of this storm the better, so let me make this short.." Synn took an inhale, drawing up to her full height and shaking her mane of moisture as Cerys groaned in the background. "As long as you all stay where you are, stay out of the way.. and keep your weapons to yourselves- this will all be over before you know it. This mare," she jerked her head in the writhing form of Ansgar's wife for emphasis. "She is with foal. That should be easy enough for you youngin's to understand." the mare lowered her head and laid her ears back as if to suggest weariness. Which.. they were, all so tired. "The journey has been long- we came from a small northern settlement looking to make the journey to Skeldr before the storm came in but this mess caught us- and our weather witches by surprise." Synn glanced at the kirin over her shoulder. "Let our medics work, and as Nem here said.. Don't make us repeat ourselves." The scout put her axes away for the time being, resorting to observe rather than continue talking.
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Post by manabuns on Jan 15, 2018 9:06:33 GMT -6
Iskalder IT FEELS LIKE I'M STUCK HERE SUSPENDED AT BEST UNDERWHELMING, WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
MY CONSCIOUS IS CALLING BUT WORLD ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE.
The moment Ansgar's sword is drawn, Iskalder's hackles rose. It was instinctive, a reflex of the years they'd spent carving out an existence on the sea and land. It's also a response to the notice of frayed emotions. Ansgar had always been the calmer, more cool brother. It was more his style to be explosive, ready to snarl and bare his teeth. Either way, his own sword was quick to join, the bloody hue of his teke gripped tight. His bulk swayed in a calculated side step to give enough room to the medics to slip around Cerys' swollen frame, while he positioned himself in a better way to defend.
He's glad he did, he's quick to flick his sword in the direction of the Kirin, his mind half-stumbled, half-reeled over the concept. A kirin. Weren't they supposed to be dead? Ash in the wind, off into some over stuffed tome filled with the myths and legends of Hireath. The kind of tale your mother told you when you chirped about the God's War bedtime story you so much loved.
Apparently not. But alas, he's quick to turn his attention back to the group at large.
"Considering you have a blade pointed at your neck, I'd cut your shit out real fast." The raider hissed between gritted teeth, crimson eyes boring at the spotted mare who dared to spit and bark at them.
At that, he's content to lapse into a calculated silence, a pin prickle of irritation skittering off of his spine. His only movement is in regrd to Synn's more articulate wording, and believable lie — one he gives a begrudging nod to, in an attempt to make it more believable. Not that it needed anymore layers. Between their haggard, wind swept appearance and Cerys' pregnant frame draped in pelts. It would be hard to find a fault with it, if any at all.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 15, 2018 10:11:01 GMT -6
Ales-War Forged-Scout
Ales gave a huff at all the commotion that both sides were making, keeping his ears folded back in an attempt to block out their bickers. Obviously them threatening each other wasn't helping the mare that was on the ground, nor the medics helping her. Ales debated telling them all that, before deciding it wasn't really worth it. He turned his mind from the loudest of them, the kirin and the unicorn that held the kirin at sword point, Grandfather said that those who were already too lost to their own emotions were of no use to attempt to control. You didn't need to control everyone to control a situation, the mind of one horse could change the entire mob's mentality, and while Grandfather's words still didn't make entire sense to Ales, he was now starting to understand a bit. Why waste energy on the kirin or the angry unicorn when the others seemed calm enough to be voices of reason? Instead he focused on the mare, not even noticing where his fellow herd mates were. The reveal from one of the travelers that the mare with with foal was all Ales needed to refocus, keeping his breath steady and eyes closed, still keeping hold of the calm emotion that he was trying to keep.
"Stay calm and breathe." The colt muttered under his breath. "Stay calm and breathe." A steady mantra repeated from his lips, as he backed farther into the cave as to give the medics and the mare more room to do what they could do.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 12:31:09 GMT -6
NERYS
As they arrived at the cave, Nerys eyed the others. For a short moment her green teke grasped her own sword, but she didn’t draw it. She did shoot a very, very poisonous look towards the kirin, though. She would kill that one herself if it came close to her, Lorian and Cerys. Or at least very, very much try. Synn’s words set her at slightly more ease to continue with her task. For a moment there was a weird sensation of… peace, maybe? But she had no time to dwell on it, she needed to keep her focus regardless. Her pulse did, however, slow slightly, and she found it a bit easier to think.
Right now she could have used some clean, fresh towels and boiled water, but instead they were crammed into this cold cave in the midst of strangers. She sighed in her mind, but not out loud. Maybe the gods were testing them all.
She kept counting the contractions and gently guided Cerys to a better position. She kept telling herself that only lives mattered here. Gods don’t let anything more go wrong, please.
When it came time to push, she said as much, and watched worriedly as things didn’t quite progress as much as they should have by now. Must have been the pain and the stress, wasn’t really a surprise. She gave a glance at Lorian, but trusted herself more as a midwife.
So, instead, she grasped with her teke for a feel, and pulled the foal’s legs along with the contractions, guiding for a better position. She sighed in relief as soon as the head was out, and then the shoulders. As soon as the baby was out she quickly made sure there was nothing blocking the airways, and that the baby was breathing. She was going to give the new mom some room, but looking at Cerys stilled her for another moment. It seemed they weren’t done yet. God, why weren’t they done yet.
So, instead, she kneeled again, and helped out the second baby. Alive. Breathing. Relief crashed over her like a tidal wave as she watched the little ones.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 15, 2018 13:51:32 GMT -6
Lorian
If I am what you say, I expect to be hanging from a wooden cross
When all this is done, is done
I don't believe in a god, let's leave religion out of all this It was hard, keeping the mare still as they continued their way through the snow. He could practically feel the pain radiating off of her with every bump and dip in their path, his own teke grip on the fur as they walked, trying to give her any sort of relief. None would come, he knew, for a broken leg and the intense process of labour would not give her any respite. The cave offered little relief, it was still freezing. Their coats still dripped with snow and the small fire that their hosts had so kindly made offered almost no warmth to the gathered party. In time, hopefully, all the hot air streaming out of everyone's ears would warm it up, like a sauna perhaps.
Joke's aside, Lorian's eyes met that of Nerys and he could tell that they were both thinking the same thing, Lorian's eyes darting to where his knives were currently being used as a stilt. His jaw clenched and his piercing gaze turned towards their hosts, meeting the small boys before flicking back down to Cerys. They had no time for this, they would have to trust that the others could protect them well enough. As the labour progressed and Cerys contractions became more and more evident, Lorian held back and let Nerys take handle on the situation. He was no stranger to birth or the process of labour no, but he had only ever done it a handful of times in his life. Nerys had a good handle on this situation, so Lorian was content to act as her nurse in this situation. His gold teke lingered over Cerys hips, making sure that the mare did not cause any more grief to her damaged legs.
When the first babe finally arrived, Lorian let out a small huff of relief, glad to see the baby squirming and well, despite all that had happened this evening. He did not panic when it seemed that yet another surprise was coming their way this night, merely gently moved the first babe out of the way and continued cleaning them where Nerys left off. Dirty pelts and fabric was hardly the best choice to be cleaning a baby with, but all the sa, e they needed to keep them warm. Eyes darting up to meet their hosts, Lorian prayed that the arrival of such new life would calm the others, or at least hold off the bloodshed for another hour.
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