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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 10:49:57 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 501: Under Fire Team Leader: RenataParticipants:Perseus (NPC), Othala, Aisling, Farsight, Zenith 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'D
Prompt: From their new base in the Palace, the Flight watched Talori ships return from across the sea. The Emperor has returned to Aquore, and brought strangers with him; the Seroran armies are formidable, and combined with the Talori's numbers, they have been smashing the Flight's defenses. With the battles raging around every corner, all escape routes are closed off to you. The warriors are all engaged in the fray and the Flock has hidden away in a room, under the guidance of their steady Primary. You’re safe for now but it’s impossible to tell from the screams and roars outside the building who is winning. Will you be rescued? Or are they coming for you next?
Location: Emperor's Palace - Inaria, Mainland AquoreTime of Day: Mid AfternoonCurrent Weather: Overcast, Light drizzle
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 15, 2017 16:42:41 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature.
Clack.Clack.Clack.
The sound of her hooves, moving on the hard palace floor mixed with the screams outside, and the fearful murmur of her fellow Flock members.
The slender mare hadn’t stopped walking around in the Palace since the fighting started. Standing still was impossible right now. She was aware that she should calm down for the sake of the other horses around, but she couldn’t. Their unrest became her’s. Her’s increased theirs. A vicious circle.
She shouldn’t be here. Hiding, waiting. Her family and friends where out there, fighting on different sides and where was she?
Othala had thought that the Flights attack on Inaria had been terrible, but this was even worse. Countless equines would lose their lives today.
“I can’t just wait inside here”
She just realized that she had spoken loudly, when the horses nearby turned her gaze towards her, with a strange look in her eyes.
There was one thing she was good at, healing. Saving people with the great gift Cascade had made her. But she couldn’t do that from inside the Palace.
Helplessly she looked around, searching the crowd for some more familiar faces, like her former mentor, Renata.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 20:58:06 GMT -6
Farsight
I hope you find a way
to be yourself some day
Was life ever truly easy for him? He pondered it deeply on days like this. With the screams of war echoing in these empty halls. How their country was divided and all many wanted was to be at peace, to heal to reconnect. But every chance they had was snipped, cut, burned and torn. Was there anything more to this life but war and bloodshed? Farsight shook his head, he wanted more from life. But this? Was this life?
Eyes glanced to Zenith, and took some comfort in the fact they were near him. He had to wonder what was going through their mind, yet his thoughts disrupted as another mare spoke Othala. He raised a brow curiously to her, her breaking the silence was words and endless moving. Farsight shook his head, but he understood. The need to do more, to be more, but he also knew the consequences of such choices. He was beaten down, nearly broken to pieces, but he was alive. Not everyone could say the same. They all remained here for a reason, each one having some sort of value here to be amongst the primary.
A reason Farsight could not see, even his own gift did not allow him glances, instead he allowed the silence to take over him, a soft breath expelling from his lips. Farsight looked to the others, none of them looked like fighters, why were they here?
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 16, 2017 12:35:03 GMT -6
Renata
Renata didn’t pace nervously, but flaring nostrils betrayed her seeming calm. Her heart thundered in her chest. Behind closed doors everything felt that much worse. What was supossed to have them feel safer, made her feel trapped. They couldn’t see what was happening and couldn’t see what was coming for them. Were they winning, losing? Did her family need help? She wasn’t a fighter, but she was a healer. How could she help here? Would they start reeling in the wounded? Izel wasn’t here and she hope she’d be alright. Hoped everyone be alright. Lately she hadn’t felt quite alright with those around her, their opinions at the trial still gnawing at her. But she still cared and in this moment, she worried. Wished, prayed, hoped they would all be safe.
She glanced at Perseus from time to time, waiting for his direction. Othala was pacing, going round and round the room. The sound of clicking hooves was matched by her heart, each click making her muscles tense a bit. She smiled softly -sadly- at the younger mare’s remark. She had a good heart and Renata liked her a lot for it. She gave the grey pegasus a soft nod. “I understand,” she spoke up, “I want to help as well. I think we all do. We could possibly do more damage than good though, get in the way. They’re also fighting to protect us, we might form a distraction.” Might because she had no expierence with war tactics. She trusted Perseus did. Her eyes glanced around. They couldn’t just stay locked in here either. Do nothing. “We could prepare as well as we can.”
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Post by fynli on Dec 16, 2017 15:53:22 GMT -6
Glossy eyes watched Othala pace and worry from beneath a curtain of silver hair, ears flicking back and forth in concern. Aisling understood her impatience, her need to be out there and helping but the mare could not let the other’s anxiety get to her. Even with the screams echoing outside, Aisling tried to block them out. It wouldn’t help to get panicked in her state. While she had been silent about her condition, a few others in the room may notice the telltale signs.
Others stood huddled around but she had taken her own corner and hunkered down, sighing at the cool tile against her belly. Her mind was preoccupied on the whereabouts of her husband and her lovers. Where were they now? Were they alright? Her stomach churned at the thought of them on the battlefield while she was cooped up in here with the rest of the Flock. The overwhelming stench of the collecting anxiety in the room gave her a headache as well, as she leaned her face against the marble wall.
Half listening to Renata comforting Othala, Aisling closed her eyes and hummed quietly. The vibrations of her own voice against the marble wall soothed her, briefly distracting her from the turmoil outside.
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 22, 2017 12:55:52 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature.
The grey mare stopped her nervous pacing when Renata spoke to her. Usually her mentors presence had a soothing and calming effect on Othala, but not today. Her whole body was tensed and her thoughts wandered out of the room every few seconds.
Renata definitely had a point, they could easily get in the way but she doubted that anyone would intentionally harm a medic. Or at least that was what she tried to tell herself.
“I know that you are right….” she sighed and attempted a smile. She failed.
“However...the injured need help right now, and not when the fight is over. Then it’s probably too late for some of them.”
For a moment her thoughts went to her family. Tegan was hopefully still safe in the Wilds, and her parents weren’t fighters. They should have been able to seek shelter and not get involved into the battles.
There was someone else she worried more about. Whitaker was out there, defending the palace and all the horses inside. Judged by the noises outside, the fights were in full swing. Her heart started to beat faster as she thought about him getting injured or even killed.
Othala hadn’t have enough time to bring more than some basic herbs and medical supplies to the palace, but with her blessing she would be able to help immediately.
“Yeah...preparing...sounds good.” Preparing for whatever would happen. She had no idea how strong the forces were that currently fighted against the Flock warriors, and so it was not unlikely that the palace doors would be opened by enemies. No one could estimate what the Talorians would do with the remaining Flock members in case of their victory.
But worrying for her own safety could wait.
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Post by GingerBlues on Dec 23, 2017 0:54:01 GMT -6
ZenithTalorian BrewerAnd as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
The pegasus looked about the room anxiously. They had been here plenty of times before, all throughout their childhood, any time they visited the Emperor, and now, hiding from the very equines they called family. Zenith shook their head, conflicted by all the current developments. Hawkeye was alive, and he'd returned with an army. That alone left the copper appaloosa both relieved and terrified. They had sided with the Freedom's Flight after all, and though they didn't entirely agree with them, they felt they had little choice if they were going to survive. Nervous eyes shifted to glance at Farsight who looked almost as concerned as Zenith themself. The stallion had expressed concerns about the future as he'd gotten no fore-warning vision in the past couple months. Even now, as his eyes found theirs, he seemed deep in thought. Taking a few steps toward the stallion, Zenith pressed their shoulder to his, though they couldn't honestly tell which of the pair it was meant to reassure. Fear continued to bubble up inside Zenith as Othala began to speak, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room. She seemed frustrated with being "trapped" while there were those outside the palace walls in need of aid. Zen could understand to some extent, but if they were being honest with themself, they wanted to be as far away from this mess as possible... Renanata's voice quelled some of Zen's anxiety as she explained why staying out of the way would likely be the most help. It wasn't much, but knowing that they wouldn't be forced out into the fray was enough for now. Zenith turned to look at each of the horses gathered, finally taking stock of who was there. It surprised them to see that no fighters were present, in fact, it seemed to be mostly healers and the like. The spotted pegasus could only assume Perseus had some sort of plan, though they had no idea what it was. Looking from face to face. Zen's gaze fell on Aisling, a rather quiet and reserved pegasus they'd grown rather fond of in the months they'd spent with the Flight. The other seemed worried as well, and Zenith sent their friend a knowing, though their assumptions about what was bothering Aisling were rather far from the mark.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 8:57:40 GMT -6
Perseus i know my limit and i'll push it Perseus was silent. Though the horses around him paced, chattering anxiously, he remained pensive and tall, looking poised as the sounds of catastrophe leaked in from outside the palace. He had had little time to converse with his commanders before the fighting broke out, but the news the Sentinels had gathered troubled the Primary. Talori had returned with allies from a far-away land, strangers from a world that didn't know Aquore. They returned on a fleet of ships with soldiers, with weapons ... and with pegasi.
Perseus couldn't help but wonder: were the Talori hiding the nature of their crimes from their winged allies, or was the world beyond Aquore just as sinister? Were these flying soldiers slaves, and, if they were free, did they not understand the cost of their compliance with the Talori?
Perseus refused to believe in an entire world that hated his kind. He could not accept that the Flight's battle for equality was so far from over. "Listen to me." His deep voice broke the nervous quiet of those gathered. As eyes moved his way, he stood taller, looking more like the Primary they could trust.
"We do not cower before the Talori," he said, watching their frightened faces. He wanted to lift every one of these brave horses up. He wanted to assure them victory was close. They all deserved it. They'd worked so hard. "This an opportunity."
How could he make the Squadrons' work matter? He knew the Flight's grip on Inaria was slipping, but that didn't mean the end of anything. He could make it count. He could make it last. "The Talori bring strangers from a foreign land. You know how the Emperor twists his words, how he frames himself as righteous while our people are martyred."
Perseus looked each one of his Flock members in the face, his gaze lingering on every pair of eyes for a moment. "They are going to break down those doors." It was a terrible fact. The Flight could not hold this palace. They were going to lose the battle, but they could still win the war. "They are going to come for us, and when they do, we will not be silent. We can expose the Talori. They have ruled us by keeping their shame secret from the world, but they won't any longer. Not after today. We will expose the slaughter of our people to these pegasus soldiers..."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 1, 2018 17:20:53 GMT -6
Renata
Flock member | Cis female
Renata looked around the room sadly, guessing a lot of them must be scared. It wasn't easy just waiting. Especially not with the sounds of battle so close by. She started taking note of what everyone had brought, trying to keep them buzzy, checking if perhaps some resources could be redivided so everybody had a little of something. "Did anyone bring something to keep warm?" she asked. She had had medicine on her and some bandages, but no cloak or blankets or anything of the sort when their opponents had counter attacked. They'd might need it later on so it was worth checking.
She was grateful when Perseus spoke up, his words a beacon of strength and hope in the sullen room. She smiled at him gratefully, nodding. "The truth must be heard," she agreed. "Alya guards Serora herd. Surely they must hear our plight. The crimes towards those with wings must be condemned by them as well." She had never heard much good of that herd back in Talori herd, but then she had heard little good of Alya as well. They had done little good for pegasi. Times were changing and she had to have faith in their cause, faith that their voices would be heard.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 1, 2018 17:56:56 GMT -6
ZenithTalorian BrewerAnd as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
"We do not cower before the Talori, This an opportunity. The Talori bring strangers from a foreign land. You know how the Emperor twists his words, how he frames himself as righteous while our people are martyred.
They are going to come for us, and when they do, we will not be silent. We can expose the Talori. They have ruled us by keeping their shame secret from the world, but they won't any longer. Not after today. We will expose the slaughter of our people to these pegasus soldiers...And the Talori will have enemies on all sides."
Perseus's voice was strong and resolute. He didn't falter in his speech, and it terrified Zenith. They had only been a pegasus for a short while, and was still getting used to their wings. They had sided with the Flight out of nessessity, not a passion for the cause. Zenith understood where the Fight was coming from of course, and had grown quite sympathetic to the cause... and yet... they couldn't help but fear for their family, and for themself. It was their family Perseus spoke of wanting to destroy, and it was their family which the stallion blamed...Zenith wanted to speak up, to defend them, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find the words. Deep down, Zenith had to wonder if it was because Perseus was actually right... The copper equine slicked their ears forward as their thoughts were interrupted by Renata raising her voice in agreement with the Flight's primary. "The truth must be heard, Alya guards Serora herd. Surely they must hear our plight. The crimes towards those with wings must be condemned by them as well."
Zenith bit the inside of their lip, turning their gaze to Farsight once more. If anyone could understand their concern and apprehension, it would be him. He had stood loyal to the Talori until Zen had begged him to join the flight with them to avoid the horrors of Torrine once more. Loyalties were being tested now more than ever, and Zenith could only wonder where theirs would lie at the end of the day... "What would you have us do?" Zenith asked, voice trembling softly as they shifted closer to Farsight. "You say they'll come for us as well, but we aren't all fighters..." They said, turning to glance at Aisling, worrying for their friend. Even Zen had to admit the pale pegasus wasn't looking entirely well as of late, and it concerned them. "We can't just wait here for them to find and slaughter us..." Zen's voice continued to waver slightly as they spoke, fear and anxiety threatening to strangle their voice entirely.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 4, 2018 11:12:40 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time, don't give me space
They were now moving, the five of them winding carefully down corridors as Joanna scouted cautiously ahead. Outside, the battle was still raging but to step out and shout at the fighters would be pointless suicide. Most likely they would get two words out before a courageous flight member if they weren’t heard...or a zealous guardian if they were...did something to silence them. No, they had to see what they could do from the ground. They could find Hawkeye and argue for amnesty for the flight, demanding that any prisoners be remanded to Seroran care. Baram damn sure didn’t trust them with the Talorians now.
“Wait,” they said, halting the group as they thought they heard whispers from a tucked away room. With the bustle of their company stopped, they strained their ears and….yes! “In here,” they said, nodding at the door. They let Joanna enter first and they and Pagan entered paired with the apprentice Furies. Inside, they were greeted with a gaggle of frightened Flight members who all seemed to be looking to a white pegasus with bright blue and green feathers for guidance.
None seemed ready to attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 11:58:16 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I’LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
Joanna’s resolve did not waver. Her anger simmered under the surface, though she knew at this very moment it was more imperative to keep those in her care safe. She led them through corridors and hallways, always pausing for the slightest sign of danger and always double checking on those behind her. The battle raged on outside, each boom rocking the pegasus and gripping her bones. Hooves clacked on polished floors as they continued to advance through the palace, and only when Baram spoke did she pause. She could hear the voices, same as them. Joanna’s body was coiled, ready to spring at any given moment when she entered. The sight of who resided within the room gave her pause, and though her eyes flickered from pegasus to pegasus, she was overwhelmingly drawn to the center of the room, where it seemed all the attention was upon a white stallion. Her gaze lowered to his prosthetic leg, and then she swung her heard to look around the rest of the room, watching as they all seemed to shake every time an explosion sounded. These weren’t fighters. She turned to look at Baram, and then back at the white stallion. Was he their leader? Was he the primary? For once the fury was rendered speechless, brows furrowing as she stood there, staring. _________________
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 4, 2018 18:20:22 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
His legs shook. Not with fear but with uncertainty, heightened perception and trying to walk as quietly as they could and yet remain on the defensive. The last thing they really needed to do was alert anyone to them leaving. Though as Baram called a halt, his own ears strained to find the sounds their leader had heard. The soft voices of a group where behind the door and without hesitation Joanna moved through them. Wings flared and Tito quickly stepped in front of Pagan to protect him from anything that might be happening.
But the equines gathered in the room seemed to have no weapons, nothing to defend themselves with. Who where these? With chest heaving a bit, he slowly lowered his wings, folding the feathers back against his sides. Then it all hit him at once. "Is it True!?" He couldn't help but blurt out, tears trailing down his face as the magnitude of what these blasted sea loving bastards had done. His hooves stamped as the younger Fury tried to get himself under control. This was all too much. There was too much death and hurt happening around him...
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 19:17:25 GMT -6
Pagan And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
  
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leaving the relative safety of the room Baram and the others had been in, Pagan's heart rate picked up almost instantly. He clutched his fan tightly with his rose gold teke, taking solace in the knowledge that it was much deadlier than it seemed. Baram's presence at his side brought both a comforting feeling in his stomach and a lump in his throat, glancing from the Sultan from time to time as they ran. Alya, what must they be thinking? Pagan wondered, his own thoughts running rampant.
Looking ahead, Pagan grounded himself by staring at the back of his sisters head, watching as she checked their flanks and pressed forward, brows drawn and face. He watched the way her hair bounced and how her shoulders twitched as she shifted and flexed her wings. He breathed in deeply and thought about everything that had led to this moment, to them being here in this damned muggy jungle, lost in a palace with two groups who they knew almost nothing about! He felt nauseous almost, but gods he was not going to let himself slip any farther.
Pink eyes shooting open, Pagan gasped as they practically fell into another room, Tito's wing practically hitting Pagan in the face. He merely recentered himself and stepped back slightly as to not eat any of the fury's feathers and shoved his ears forward, eyes bouncing off of all of those in the room. Tito's words rung loud, breaking the stunned silence. Pressing into the younger stallions shoulder, Pagan could practically feel the panic rolling off of him. There was no point in beating around the bush now "Do they sacrifice those with wings?" he clarified for the fury, looking to Baram and then the others. "Is that why you are fighting them?..." he felt his throat tighten.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 4, 2018 21:09:13 GMT -6
 TIGA
"You have to fight for your dreams, the world won't give you anything for free."
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Listening to the rhythmic sound of her breaths Tiga tried valiantly to level out her head, to pull away from the fury licking at her heart and try to find her love of peace once more. She always believed fighting to be a last resort but now it was all that filled her mind, consuming her heart with a poison she struggled to free herself from. The feeling of brushing against Baram, with both her wing and shoulder depending on the placement of her hooves, pulled at her heart. How could they be feeling now? With this new knowledge of the Talorians they were backing in this War Tiga couldn't understand the extent of their feelings, betrayal and outrage filled her own heart but what about Baram?
Hearing the voice of her Sultan call for them to halt caused the mare to jerk and she tried to understand why they had stopped before Baram turned the group toward a set of doors. Joanna burst through them first, taking point. Tiga moved even closer to her Sultan, determined to defend them from anything with her life and positioned herself between Baram in a defensive stance. She scrutinized the inhabitants of the room before her with violet eyes, understanding a crucial point after a moment.
They held no weapons.
Loosening the teke grip upon her own boomerang Tiga's eyes flicked between each pegasus before her, violet orbs burrowed into each unfamiliar face. Tito's question slashed at her heart and fueled her outrage once more, causing tears to burn behind her steely gaze. She stole a quick glance at those in her party and choked at the sight of Tito's tears as they accompanied his words before Pagan clarified the apprentice's outraged burst of emotions and furious question. Wishing to speak but knowing she should give the pegasus' before her the chance to reply to the question Tiga held herself in front of Baram. Even if they might not have weapons the apprentice knew well that ones body could be its own deadly weapon if wielded correctly. Her eyes trailed from the companions at her side to the white pegasus the others were staring at and scrutinized him for a moment before moving her gaze between them all with suspicion apparent in her eyes. All were enemies here until proven otherwise and she wouldn't let any of them get close to Baram, if they could get past Joanna that is.
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Post by fynli on Jan 4, 2018 21:26:50 GMT -6
Aisling listened to the others speak, preferring to keep her silence. The churning in her stomach had only grown worse and she feared if she opened her mouth, nothing good would come out. The anxiety in Zenith’s voice made Aisling look at them, a soft frown pulling at her lips.
Before she could do anything, the door burst open and a group of flustered pegasi rushed in. Panic rose in her gut and she only assumed that the confusion on their faces meant that they had expected a fight. Great timing Zenith, she thought bitterly, flicking her ears back. She groaned quietly, feeling her belly shift as if her little one sensed the stress of the situation. She couldn’t just lay here anymore, especially if things were about to get messy.
“Zen,” Aisling called to her friend quietly, wincing as the other pegasus came over and helped her stand. She leaned against them, grateful for their presence.
She gazed sadly over the Serorans, noticing how most of them were children. Is that what they did? Send children to war? The little one’s cry made her gut twist tighter, wanting nothing more than to reach out and offer him comfort. At least they understood her pain.
The mare looked towards their Primary, knowing only he could give them answers.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 5, 2018 0:37:43 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature.
The room went completely silent when their primary started to speak. Everyone listened anxiously and Othala found no solace in his words.
"They are going to break down those doors."
Of course. They all had known it from the moment that the palace doors had been closed behind them. Talorians forces combined with the Seroran warriors was enough to overpower the Flock.
And if that door opened, it would mean that the Squadron had been overwhelmed. Maybe killed.
The medic shook her head resolutely, trying to ban that thoughts out of her mind, at least for a few more minutes, and concentrate back on Perseus words.
He had just ended his speech.
"...And the Talori will have enemies on all sides."
He had been a Talorian himself. Many of the Flight members had been Talorians all her life. She considered herself still a Talorian, and not a Vagabond. Even after everything that had happen.
When Renata raised her voice, Othala nodded absentminded. That was the goal, winning this with truth, not with more violence.
They needed the support of Serora, to force Aquores citizens to rethink their tradition. To have even the slightest chance that this whole war was not for nothing.
Zenith also had a point, just sitting here and wait for them to come wasn’t the best solution either. But there was no turning back now.
Suddenly her ears flickered backwards. The dull creaking of the old door made her heart beat faster.
It was time.
Othala turned around when the sound of footsteps on the hard floor filled the room. For one second she felt relieved, the recent arrivals had wings. Quickly she had to realize that this weren’t Flock members.
They are so young, she thought surprised. She wasn’t old either, but some of them looked merely like young adults, if even.
"Is it True!?"
The little black pegasus had just asked the most important question.
She felt something wet running down the sides of her head when she saw the pain in the young Furries eyes.
He wasn’t even able to see the whole extent of the truth and was already so stirred.
“It is true.” she replied and looked to the bright colored Pegasus that stood protective besides the little one. She should stay silent, should leave any words to the primary, but time was precious now.
The Flight warriors and Serorans were fighting right now, and she was sure that Talorians were also on their way to the palace.
“Your Furries fighting for the wrong cause” she added bitterly and lowered her gaze to the ground. They had to stop the fighting, before any more horses would be harmed.
Maybe he was injured right now…
Maybe even dead...
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 5, 2018 16:25:41 GMT -6
Farsight
I hope you find a way
to be yourself some day
Taken a bit back by the touch Farsight didnt know how long he was lost in his thoughts. No voices nor visions came to him and he wondered if his fate, their fate had been decided set in stone. Farsight looked to Zenith and nuzzled to their cheek lightly, taking in their embrace for a brief moment. He looked to the others and saw their worry and concern and he could not blame them. They were all here, none were fighters it made him worry all the more.
Perseus spoke out to them all, his voice trying to guide them like a beacon. Trying to reassure them that all would be well, they still could change things. Farsight wondered if it was possible, if there was still a way to escape the madness that had ensued them all.
Suddenly the door was opened and Farsight moved forwards, he wasn't a fighter but he'd ensure Aisling and Zen remained unharmed. But for a moment they all seemed in a stand still. Till a voice of another stranger filled the air 'Is it true?' Farsight looked over and back at the others that were beginning to fill the room. Othala's voice was the first to answer their questions. She was true and steady to the word. Farsight felt his shoulders saga bit. Gods, wasn't this all so tiring.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 11:40:03 GMT -6
Perseus I KNOW MY LIMIT AND I'LL PUSH IT The rumble outside the door made Perseus's plumage stand on end. He may not have been a fighter -- not with this metal leg, not with this body -- but this was his Flock. He was sworn to lead them, to protect them. Whatever Talori animals were about to burst into the room would have to go through him first.
Scenarios ran through his mind in the slow seconds before the intruders revealed themselves. He thought of Guardians cutting straight through him, he thought of his death catalyzing his Flock's victory. He thought about the Flight in his Commanders' capable hooves and Cualli's guiding wisdom. Maybe the Talori would capture them all, maybe they would finish the sacrifice of Perseus they'd started a decade ago. He imagined himself back on the cliff. He imagined all of them on the cliff. He couldn't let it happen.
He stepped to the front of the room as the door cracked open, his peacock tail spread wide, filling the space, ready to shield against the armored Guardians with whatever he had and -- he paused. Before he had a moment to command his Flock to fly, to escape however they could, he was confronted with timid, foreign faces. He saw wide-eyed pegasi and soft-skinned children, in the place of the hateful visages of Guardians. They must have been the Serorans.
"Yes." His answer to Pagan's question was hard and damning. "I was nearly one of them." He adjusted his stance to lean on his prosthetic leg. "The Talori are killers. They cut the wings from us, and throw us to Cascade." He hadn't moved from standing protectively in front of his flock, even as he folded his tail feathers down. He nodded resolutely when Othala spoke, and continued, booming: "You're on the wrong side of history."
The rumble of dropped bombs and the clamor of airborne battles outside continued. "Where is your leader?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 12:03:55 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I’LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
Joanna’s pelt prickled, her eyes flickering to each being as they spoke, registering their expressions and words and feeling the bile rise in her throat. Why were they all staring at them like that? Suddenly the white stallion spoke and Joanna watched him, lips curling instinctively as he explained the atrocities the Talorians committed against him. Her wings had never felt more present on her back, but when the stranger questioned where Baram was she blinked at him. She turned to look at her Sultan, and though she sidestepped to show them she held her wing out, remaining silent though her position indicated her promise to protect them. Flight or not, she did not know these horses, but she did know Baram. Joanna tried to understand the magnitude of the situation they were in, but in the end it simply boiled down to her hoping the Sultan would make the right choics within the next few minutes — they hadn’t before, but maybe now this was a sign from Alya, a chance to redeem themselves and save their herd from the terror they had places themselves in the heart of. “They’re here.” She answered resolutely, motioning to the green winged equine behind her. _________________
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 9, 2018 6:55:45 GMT -6
Renata
Vagabond | Flock
Renata shook her head at Zenith, understanding their worries, but not wanting to give into the voice of hopelessness. If Perseus believed they might be able to sway the Serorans, then they had to try with all their might. They had to believe more would be open to their cause. She opened her mouth to say as much, but was interrupted as horses barged into the room. Immediately her wings raised, a futile and instinctive attempt to shield those around her. Like she didn't know she couldn't protect the whole room from harm, as if she wouldn't already have trouble just protecting herself. She opened her mouth, fully prepared to announce the Talorians' misdeeds, yell them if she must, but...she didn't need to.
Yes.
It was the one word that resonated through her as these strangers -assumed to be Serorans- yelled out their question. Was it true. By some miracle they already knew and they had come, seemingly not looking for a fight, but for answers. Her eyes watered and Renata blinked a couple of times, fighting the tears. One slid down as she mastered her emotions again, steadying her voice.
"It is true," she confirmed as well. Her wing flicked, pointing at Perseus, before being pulled close to herself again. Her face turned painful, remembering how true that statement was. How close Perseus had come to finding death that day as well. If Cualli hadn't- If they hadn't- "They murdered so many. My primary was the only one who didn't" she swallowed. "Others weren't so lucky. If we don't fight, they'll never stop." That's why they were fighting indeed.
She looked at the rest in the room, trying to make sure they were all right. She noted Aisling needed help standing, making a mental note to check on her later. She had her wing softly touch Othala's side, trying to give her a bit of strength. Have faith, she thought. Perseus would handle this. With this Sultan of theirs. They would be heard now the truth was out.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 10, 2018 3:24:17 GMT -6
ZenithTalorian BrewerAnd as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
Zenith began regretting opening their mouth almost as soon as the words left their lips. Disproving glances from across the room made the spotted pegasus flinch slightly, moving closer to Farsight in an attempt to sooth their anxiety. The attempt proved futile though, as the door to the room swung open violently, giving way to a group of strangers. Zen closed thier eyes, pressing their head into Farsight's neck as they waited for the inevitable, though it never came. Instead, a strained and angry voice blurted out a question that seemed to be more of a demand. "Is it True!?"
Farsight took a few steps forward, putting himself between Zenith and the unfamiliar pegasi as they stumbled into the room. Thankfully, Aisling's voice called to them from across the room, seeking aid to get to her feet, something the colorful pegasus was happy to provide. Wordlessly, Zen made their way over to help their friend, taking a moment to adjust their leg braces to ensure they wouldn't shift. Once they reached Aisling, they carefully helped the smaller equine to her feet, taking a moment to glance at the pale pegasus in concern before returning their attention to the strangers. They watched as the Primary answered the prying questions of those who had come from across the sea, listening as Perseus condemned those they loved, but unable to find the words or the will to defend their family themself. Zen's ears flicked back as the conversation continued, leaving the equine feeling more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 14, 2018 1:58:22 GMT -6
baram
when the sun lights up your face
don't give me time, don't give me space
Baram stood, unmoving, as their companions asked the frantic questions that hummed just behind their own lips. Even Pagan sought affirmation, some confirmation that the information they’d brought from the council chamber wasn’t just some horrible ploy by a renegade flight sympathizer. They felt nearly sick again at the thought, nearly sick at their hope that this could all just be a desperate lie to keep an occupation.
Their stomach was blessedly empty and they felt a strange draft blow in from some small window and brush their back as they listened to Perseus’s challenge and demand. Once again, they bore the brunt of others’ mistakes and they burned with an irrational, useless anger against the other members of the Seroran government. Each one of them had pledged their nation to this abomination of a cause. Each one had sold their souls for pittance.
It didn’t matter. Not now, not now when it had already been done. They were not the ones standing here, apart from Pagan who must be paying his own penance too. It was their burden to bear and they stepped forward to shoulder it as Joanna brushed a wing in their direction.
“I’m Baram, the Sultan,” they said, abandoning strategy in favor of sincerity. For a while, they couldn’t find the words to follow. Sorry was both pathetic and pointless and did absolutely no good. “We didn’t know. We do now.” It was not an apology but an acknowledgement.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 14, 2018 16:35:42 GMT -6
T I T O Male | Apprentice (Fury) | Serorian
The comforting press of Pagan against his shoulder helped the smaller pegasus stay on his feet. This was all too much for his young brain to comprehend. That this herd who had asked for them help had not told them how they had been tossing their kin's lives away. That they where now fighting on the wrong side! Head shook, tears glistening through the air as they where flung from his face. How could anyone do this so willingly?!
With a foot stomp he turned to Baram eyes flashing with emotion he could not contain, flowing rivers down his face. "We need to stop this! We cannot be fighting on the wrong side when they LIED to us!" Panting, heated breaths left his chest, heaving for more air. It was too much. "Why would they lie to us?! Wouldn't they know we would find out?! I need to go tell Thierry!" His wings extended, preparing to bolt back through the doors and find a way out. If he could get to his trainer, his fellow Fury then the word could spread. It was obvious the teenager's mind was in a frantic state, driving his actions through emotion rather then rational.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 16, 2018 14:07:51 GMT -6
TIGA
"You have to fight for your dreams, the world won't give you anything for free."
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Tiga's heart shattered in her chest, it was true...the Talorians had lied to them or spoke less than the truth when creating their treaty. It didn't matter either way, the result was the same. She felt betrayal and fury rise in her chest, each emotion fought for dominance and she felt her mind tumble wildly like a leaf caught in a hurricane. Hearing each voice and the words they spoke, Tiga tried to pull herself together but Tito's emotions felt like a wave crashing over her causing further turmoil in her heart. Shaking her head she moved her large body to the side and folded her wings in, allowing Baram more room to see the white pegasus clearer and not have to pear around her massive pair of wings she had flared in order to better protect her Sultan. While she gave them space she made sure to stay within jumping distance just in case the Flight decide to pull something, trust was something she was hesitant to give out now seeing as they had just been betrayed by the Talori, who said this Flight be any different? Her violet eyes burned, fighting back tears as she set her jaw into a hard line and screamed internally, demanding answers and wishing to run from this foreign land. To flee back to where things were simpler and return to her simple life before this War. She felt like calling out to Tito, pleading for him to stay but thought better of herself at the last moment and merely spoke his name in a soft breaking voice and stretched a wing across Baram and Pagan to brush her feather tips across her fellow apprentice's withers. "Tito..." She knew it wasn't her place, or rank to demand he stay, that was left for Baram or Joanna but hoped her calling out to him and the physical contact would help calm his chaotic mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 21:27:49 GMT -6
joanna BUT I CAN TAKE IT FROM HERE
I’LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
It was odd, to be honest. Joanna stood beside Baram, but she felt like she was observing them from outside of her body. The initial rage and blind instinct to go out and decimate the nearest Talorian she could find had all but disappeared, and yet... it didn’t. As Baram spoke, Joanna felt the bile rise in her throat, and when Tito cried out she found herself unable to join him. She wondered where the rage had gone, she wondered why she couldn’t feel it anymore. “Tito,” Joanna’s voice was firm, but not harsh, and she offered the boy a knowing look as she motioned with her wing to return to the fold. “We will stop them.”Again, though, the words weren’t hers. How could they be? There was a heavy weight sitting within her, suffocating her emotions until all she could do was stand silently beside her Sultan. How did this happen to them? Why was this happening to them? The fury glanced at the Flight members, observing each and every one of them in detail. What would their fates be if the Talorians won? Her people had been played like fools, and even now they were fighting for a cause they didn’t even know about. They needed to stop them. _________________
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 16, 2018 21:58:10 GMT -6
Farsight
I hope you find a way
to be yourself some day
Farsight watched the scene unfold, his eyes ever looking over at Zenith. They all had suffered enough, they did everything they could to try and survive this madness. Still they continued to suffer there was no peace for them still. He took a faint step back as the leader of Serora entered in. He watch them and their flashy colors, he noticed too how the others acted towards their leader.
Ears were quick to listen, so they know now, what does that mean for them all still? Words were cheap anymore, for the war continued to rage outside. Death was a familiar presence in all of their lives. Action was what was needed. Head turned quickly as one seemed to raise their voice, clearly fear taking hold of them for learning the truth always seemed to have that affect when it was hard to swallow.
Farsight in a sense pitied the poor boy, and watched as another told him to stay. "What will you do now that you know the truth of it all?" Farsight looked at Baram and the other Serorians with sadness. What was to come of this knowledge? They came to aid Talori clearly a deal of some sort was struck, would they go back on that now? Farsight glanced at his other companions. All of them surely had to be tired, tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of the death that followed them in their wake as of late. They all deserved peace, just like his winged brethren here in talori deserved peace regardless if they went willingly or not.
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Post by ebbarie on Jan 17, 2018 12:43:54 GMT -6
Othala | Freedom's Flight | Medic
I don't wanna hurt you, it's not my nature.
The dark mare listened to the strong words of Perseus, then to the strangers and Renata. Feeling the tip of her mentors wing touching her shoulder made her breathing became calmer. She wasn’t alone.
And even if she disagreed with how violently the Flock had become, this chance, right here, right now, was why she had joined this cause in the first place.
The Serorans could help to change things in Talori. Or they could crush the Flock for good.
“I’m Baram, the Sultan,”
This horse was the Sultan? The great leader of Serora? He seemed so...soft. It wasn’t a bad thing, but just so different from what she had expected.
On the seldom occasions that she had seen Hawkeye, the Emperor had appeared detached and powerful to her. This Sultan, Baram, was the exact opposite. And that made her hope.
The reaction of the young Fury only confirmed Baram’s words. They really didn’t know.
Farsights words filled the silence after Tito’s outbreak and mirrored her own thoughts. Her eyes turned towards the Sultan again. Yes, what would they decide to do?
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 22, 2018 17:12:50 GMT -6
Renata
Vagabond | Flock (Apothecary)
Renata looked at the Serorans with both hope and doubt. ‘They know’ kept repeating in her head as if a paperboy was calling the same headline over and over again. She felt herself nodding in agreement with the young Seroran’s outburst. Yes, they needed to stop, realize their mistakes, perhaps even join them. Who knew what lies they had been fed to get them here.
She sucked in a deep breath as the Serorans revealed their leader was with them. He looked so… informal. Not at all like Talorian officials did. Even Antiope was dressef flashier than this leader. Farsight asked the most important question. What would they do now they did know? It was probably the answer the whole room was waiting for. Would this be resolved amicably? The flight gaining a new ally? Or would they keep fighting against them even with the truth know? Renata waited with tense shoulders, glancing around to make sure everyjone was alright, especially Aisling who had seemed tired before. Othala seemed to have found some comfort in her wing and it did her well she could have a good effect on her former apprentice. She was so proud of her.
Her attention turned back to this weird limbo standoff, intentions up in the air. She hoped what she had heard about the Serorans was false, just another lie spread by Talorian government.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 22:20:06 GMT -6
Perseus i know my limit and i'll push it Perseus stood his ground. The emotions in the room were raw, tumultuous; he almost imagined he could smell them, wafting through the air. Bitter waves of fear rolled off of his tense Flock, and he slid his feet to widen his stance, straightened his back. He had to appear steadfast.
The Serorans though... Their apparent anguish surprised him. They mourned the deception of the Talori before his eyes, and he schooled his face into a neutral expression, hiding his astonishment. He had expected a feeling of betrayal, but this was more than that. The strangers grieved the Freedom Flight's plight. Perhaps this could work out better than he anticipated. "Sultan Baram," he addressed the foreigner as politely as he knew how, but truth be told he was not much of a diplomat. His expertise was left in the jungle.
"I am Perseus, the Primary of the Freedom's Flight. This is my Flock." He took a moment to cast his eyes at the wan faces of his companions. Farsight's questioning gaze, Othala's uncertainty, Renata's fear all gnawed at him. He flattened his ears. "They aren't soldiers. They don't belong in a war zone."
"I ask you to help me keep them safe."
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