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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 10:57:16 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond / Serora Plot 504: Fast and Furious!  Team Leaders: Ouusaldus & RuaniParticipants: Torsten, Liesel, Whitaker, Sonador, Peregrine, Creosote, Glainne, Golgotha, Predwin, Rowin, Thierry, Unity 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
Vagabond Prompt: The sky is no longer yours. Hawkeye has returned with aerial support -- Furies from Serora. The desert warriors have been striking back across the city, meeting Sentinels blow for blow. Even some of the untrained but able-bodied members of the Flock have taken up arms against the attackers. You’ve lined a defense around your base of operations, fending off attacks from Guardians and other Talorians as they try to force their way inside. It doesn't make sense -- pegasi, fighting against the Flight? There's little time to ponder it; a battlecry from the air alerts you to the group of Furies diving at you. Stand your ground!
Serora Prompt: After an arduous boat ride, we've arrived! The battle rages around the palace and Torrine, the upper hand shifting by the moment. The Flight resists the reclamation bitterly, fighting viciously for every inch of Talorian ground you try to gain. Due to unfamiliarity with the terrain, you've been frustrated by being told what to do and where to deploy to all day from foreign leaders. Mostly held in reserve until this moment, you've just been pointed at a squadron guarding the palace and given that wondrous but dreaded command: Attack!
Location: Outside the Palace - Inaria, Mainland AquoreTime of Day: Early EveningCurrent Weather: Overcast, Light drizzle |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 11:21:57 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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It had been a long day. It started with the salt spray stinging Ruani’s eyes, bringing tears to forefront. Lowering his goggles helped, but they were forced to remain on the rocking ship, battered by the waves when he’d rather be battered by the wind. He’d thought things would go better once they landed. They were a select group of Seroran Furies, trained by the best to fight. The wind ripped at their wings, but they were not allowed to fly, instead shuffled from place to place. A complete waste.
When another runner came pelting towards Ruani, he bit back a sigh and tried to keep the respect in his voice as he accepted the news. Probably another supply run, no real fighting. But no, not anymore. They were to attack at the palace. Finally! Ruani thought, turning away from the messenger. Now was the time to show those Flight the true skill of the Serorans.
Ruani turned to the Furies, his tail high and wings ruffled in excitement, “Furies, to me!” Excitement spilled over into his call, and he could barely wait for them to gather. His nervous energy spilling over, Ruani pranced back and forth, until the crowd gathered. He knew those faces from Unity to Glainne. He smiled at them all. They were ready.
“We attack the palace,” Ruani shouted over the distant noise of battle, “Check your straps, fix your grips. We fly by Alya’s grace. Steady as we go. No one gets separated. We stay in formation, remember your training. It’s time to ride!” With a clamorous war-cry, Ruani lowered his goggles and threw himself into the air.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 11:23:35 GMT -6
ouusaldus In the vast halls of the Palace of Inaria, the silence was deafening. Of course, the silence was rare. All throughout the day and night, various hoof steps could be heard clacking against the hard ground, voices arguing and speaking low, the sound of things being moved, broken or shoved out of the way to make room for supplies, weapons. If one focused hard enough, they could distantly hear the sound of water running off and down the grand walls, shielding the once mighty palace. But now it was occupied by the Flock, shielding those that could not return home to the Aerie and the soldiers that were stationed in the Talori’s heart. It was almost saddening, but just almost.
With his own hoof steps and quiet breathing echoing through the hall, the silence was most definitely deafening to Ouusaldus. Currently all he could hear was his own heartbeat booming in his ears. On the outside he looked as he always did; calm and determined, scarf draped around his neck and his face hidden behind a golden mask. He had grown used to not wearing it at home, but Inaria was not his home. He would never remove the mask here, not unless Aisling was with him. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ouusaldus shook his head and tried to drive her (as much as it pained him) from his mind. He needed to focus, to be alert and on guard but…. The news that he was going to be a father… that was something he could not simply forget, nor did he wish to.
Stepping into the grand hall, Ouusaldus snapped his eyes shut and breathed deeply once more, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind for now. He could muse over them later, with his love at his side. Glancing around the room, Ouusaldus was glad to find a few very familiar faces, those of Peregrin and Whitaker. He had come to know them quite well over the last year, comfortable even. They had seen his face now, and with no shame to hide now he was glad to call them a friend. He also recognized the Flock’s blacksmith, his own axe crafted by the pegasus. The other horses name eluded him, but he figured he would learn it soon enough. And of course stood the Sentinels leader and the trusted friend of Perseus, Torsten. Ouusaldus greatly respected the man and was proud to serve him and the Flock… he only wished that their war with the Talori would end, and quickly.
Greeting them quietly, Ouusaldus moved to speak with the leather winged stallion, only to be stopped as the sound of something slamming open followed by the sound of rapid hoof falls. The noise echoed and foreign voices shouted, alarms going off in Ouusaldus’ mind. Unsheathing his greataxe, Ouusaldus turned towards where the echoes were coming from.
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Post by striaga on Dec 15, 2017 15:14:47 GMT -6
L I E S E L
It was as she had feared, all those days ago. Jun had come and sliced a bloody gouge across the Flight's chance for survival. Liesel had known it then,
when she'd settled in to sleep and felt a stone in her gut, rough and hard. Now, the Blacksmith had abandoned her tools for a time. The massive mare kept her head down as she moved through the Palace. Something was wrong. Part of Liesel had wanted to cut and run, leaving the Flight behind her.
After all, they had done nothing to avenge the death of a child. Liesel was gruff and harsh and made of iron mixed with blood, but she would never dream of harming a child.
Her colorful wings shifted. Liesel's hooves had been stayed by the thoughts of her friends: Antiope, stern and powerful. Aisling, so soft, so sweet, who made Liesel's wings twitch and her voice soften in a way Liesel had never thought it could. The others, too...her friends. The women that she held close. Liesel could not just leave them.
Any doubts in her mind cleared as she heard the hoofbeats. Liesel's head snapped up, and her ears pinned back. Muscles flexed while she raced forward, standing at Ouusaldus' side, snarling somewhat. She had left her gear behind, but had grown twenty years alone without the use of weaponry. She had her strength, her teke, her ferocity.
"Ouusaldus," Liesel said, voice low and gravel-filled. She rarely spoke. "It is time, then." This was Aisling's husband.
Liesel determined she would die so he did not have to, if the time came for dying. "For the Flight."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 21:32:16 GMT -6
Unity
Don't worry mothers
your daughter is a warrior
It was odd to leave the desert, to say goodbye to her loves and family. It was bittersweet and she promised she would return to her Queen. But now as they prepare for war, Unity prayed that her goddess would keep Queenie safe and if Unity was not to return home to sand, that she would die fighting true. Eyes turned to Ruani as he spoke and she couldn't help but stomp her hoof in agreement. "Kepe true to our word, we fight together." Unity nodded and looked to her comrades and smiled. "One with the most bruises buys the group a round. Best keep yourselves pretty." she chuckled making a joke trying to assure them all, regardless they were a team a family. A tight bond of furies they were made of tougher stuff.
Unity watched as Ruani threw himself to the air and Unity took a deep breath. "For Serora, for Alya!" she remarked before spreading her wings and taking flight into the air, she gained speed next to Ruani and smiled. "Care to be my dance partner." she smirked clearing claiming Ruani as her battle partner assuring they had each other backs. "I'll make sure that face of yours stays pretty." she remarked with a wink.
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Post by savannauni on Dec 15, 2017 22:48:26 GMT -6
Rowin | Fury | Seroran
"Good bye my Sun and Stars." Rowin mumbled softly, not wanting to completely disturb Ra, who had quite a temper when awoken for no real reason. He adorned his gladiator helm and neck guard that flashed briliantly against the riding golden sun. He nuzzled his head into the side of her neck before he left. As the mare told Rowin to get up before he missed his boat and she was stuck taking care of him he chuckled as he rose, knees cracking form the sudden movement. "I'll be back soon." He promised as he strapped the massive weapon to his back and left for the ship.
Rowin was beyond excited. The stallion, absolutely hated the boat ride. He learned that he did not have what the sailors referred to as 'sea legs' and would have rather have crawled to Aquore, over glass, But oh well, they made it. And from the looks of it at the perfect time. Rowin unfurled his massive golden wings, this was going to be fun, he was itching for a good fight. He drew the massive heavy sword and let it hit the deck, splintering some wood as it did. His icy blue eyes slid over to Ruani as he heard the Pegasus speak. He let out a hoot of agreement at the end of the stallion's speech. Letting his comrade know he was there and ready. Hearing Unity's bet Rowin laughed deeply as he remembered the last time she said she made a bet like this. "You're on! I'm always pretty." He said and sprang up into the air, his wings easily throwing his heavy body up. Rowin licked the fangs that poked out of his mouth as he did. Cascade had blessed him with a terrible power, and it looked like he was going to use that power today. { WC: 308 | Post 1 } |
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Post by ebbarie on Dec 16, 2017 2:07:56 GMT -6
Thierry | Serora | Fury
Lift me up above this
The flames and the ashes
Lift me up and help me to fly away
The little white pony was the first to jump from that awful ship when it was docked at the port. His stomach wasn’t delighted by that sudden movement at all, but Thierry was just relieved that the ride was over now.
It had been a strange feeling to leave the desert. Trading sand for water, and sparse vegetation for green jungles. It would be lying to see he wasn’t fascinated by that foreign green country.
Soon enough he was reminded that this was war, not a vacation. Together with his fellow Furries, he prepared himself for the fights to come.
All he had was his leather breastplate, his throwing stars and a short sword that would only be a dagger in the eyes of most other horses, but for him, it was large enough.
When Ruani held his speech, he gazed over the gathered warriors. He knew all of them, some better than others, but he was glad for the presence of every single one of them.
“For Serora, for Alya!” he repeated Unity’s words and looked over to Glainne. He was glad that his cousin was with him. They both had trained under Golgotha and knew the fighting style of the other well.
“Stay safe” he said with a smile, that couldn’t fully conceal his nervousness. He was still very young and without much experience. He had never been in a situation like this, but that he was send here meant something. Enough people believed that he was capable of coping with the fight ahead of them. He would do his best. Dying so far from home wasn’t an option.
He stomped his little hoove on the ground and little sparks crackled around him. His blessing was still weak, but the mild shocks would be great to startle and confuse some of his opponents.
Then he locked away all doubt deep in his mind, where the fear wouldn’t reach him, spread his wings and jumped into the air.
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Post by cogaidh on Dec 16, 2017 16:51:13 GMT -6
Glainne | Serora | Fury
There is freedom waiting for you, on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask, “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
Glainne had spent most of the voyage praying, it was better than focusing on how the rocking of the boat made her sick to her stomach. She had forced herself to eat the broth and bread that was offered but it was a physical effort to keep everything down. On the last day of the voyage, she geared up, her metal breastplate was cinched into place, tightening the straps that led from the armor to the saddlebags that held rudimentary medical gear and had the throwing darts attached to it. She slid her goggles over her eyes and wrapped the scarf over her breastplate to hide it. She tightened her teke grip on her Glaive as they were led onto the top deck, Tivy fluffed up her feathers and picked at the armor she was still getting used to.
She stood next to her cousin as they were given their orders, the past few weeks had been filled with constant training and she hoped it would be enough. She had even managed to gain more control over her blessing, and while it was still muffled by Alya’s distance, she could use it well. She grinned at Unity’s bet, she joined the call to Alya and smiled at her cousin, “You stay safe as well, I'm sure as long as we stick together we’ll be fine!” She spread her dark wings and lept into the sky, keeping in formation. Tivy used the wind generated by Glainne’s wings to take flight herself, flying higher and farther to scout ahead. The young mare held tight to her Glaive as they gained altitude, fighting in a strange land, well the experience would be more valuable than water in the desert.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 16, 2017 21:53:15 GMT -6
Peregrine || Flight Member || Post One
Quiet was something that the tiny gray stallion found himself rather unaccustomed to, and the lack of sound made him somewhat uncomfortable. Not that he would be comfortable whilst in the middle of enemy terretory, regardless of the decibel level around him. The sight of Ouusaldus eased the Pegasus' nerves ever so slightly, as he considered the larger male to be a friend, as well as a battle mate. It was better to have familiar faces close by, even if they were hidden behind metal masks. Peregrine remembered how daunted he had been by the Flight when he stumbled upon them, especially the deep-voiced stallion and his golden facial decorations. Ow, he barely batted an eye, regardless of Ouusaldus's strategy of dress.
Peregrine was jerked out of his musings by a sudden clamor of noise. Before him, Ouusaldus unsheathed his axe, a signal that made Peregrine's wings flare up, ready to launch him into the air at a moment's notice. Narrowing yellow eyes, the stallion gritted his teeth, every muscle in his scar-covered body tense with a mixture of anticipation and fear. "What in Kaia's name is going on?" He muttered, calling upon the goddess of his homeland to help him understand what was going on around him. Whatever it was, Peregrine didn't have very much hope that it would be pleasant.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 16, 2017 23:50:11 GMT -6
 Creo hadn't enjoyed the trip over, sure, with the impending war with Aodh and the War-Forged she felt as if she was going to come back to a charred waste. On the other hoof, the sultan had ordered the furies come with them and the talorians to fight back against whoever it was that invaded their homeland. When her time with her hooves planted on the boat got too great, she simply stretched her wings and flew alongside, weather permitting.
But the days of travel were over, and now they stood on foreign shores. Usually, Creosote would have taken the time to appreciate the color and vibrancy that was Aquore, but night was beginning to fall by the time they'd been given the order to disembark, not to mention the weather was absolute shit. Rain was not something she was used to flying in, sure, she knew how to do it, but with the recent drout in Sedo and the general lack of rain in the desert, it did give her a bit of trouble. This, coupled with the fact that they were held in reserve for so long had her both antsy and ready to crack some skulls. Her dark colored hooves shuffled in anticipation against the floor,She looked over to her brother, her partner in crime, Predwin. She could read him like an open book, and he could do the same to her. Currently, if she had to guess, he was feeling similarly to her. The two of them were hardly seen apart, in fact, the most recent time that Creo could remember is when she went to see what the trio had to say after Ayla disappeared. Today would be no different, at least, if Creosote had any say about it.
The call to action was heard and the vulture pegasus's head snapped to attention as she stepped over to their squad leader for this mission, Ruani. She heard her wing-sister's bet, and sent her a mischievous glance. "Ah but don't battle scars make for pretty faces?" She teased. Letting out her own whooping war cry, "For the sands, and for our goddess!" Her hooves slammed against the floorboards and she snapped her bi-colored wings open, taking to the wet air of Aquore. Turning her head to match her brother's eye, she preformed a loop in the air to fall into step with him. "We have each others backs, yeah? Ready to show these insurgence what the twins can do?" She questioned, the look in her eye being nothing but trust in her brother, trust in the furies...
and the thirst for battle.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 17, 2017 10:21:58 GMT -6
 We ride the winds today! Predwin couldn't help but dance in place at the thought. He wanted to fly, to ride and fight and do what he had been trained to do. His hooves danced across the wooden planks, his eyes set on the horizon. He was getting sick and tired of listening to the action start. He was here, he wanted to fight now.
Anxiety ripped at his feathers as the wind and the salt assaulted his being. He let out a short huff, anger slowly but surely burying itself deep within his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to take to the skies, but he had been told to stand his ground as the other horses commanded the battle. He snorted, turning to his sister with a knowing eye.
They both wanted to go and get this over with. They were supposed to fight, not stand around and wait.
Then, it was there, a moment of tense silence fell across them all as the signal was finally given. Simultaneously, all of the pegasi pulled their goggles on, strapped their weapons in, and took to the skies, listening to their leader as they had always practiced. A zing of excitement fell over Prid as he looked over at his comrades, falling into his designated position ahead of Creo.
"On to victory my brothers and sisters!" He screamed across the wind. If there was one thing that Prid was ready for, it was to fight these insurgence with the might and anger of a real fury.
"We'll show them what we can do, Creo." He added to his sister. There would be nothing that stood in their way. "Let's do some damage."
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 18, 2017 17:32:45 GMT -6
 WHITAKER Freedom's Flight | Sentinel
It had only been a matter of time. This was what he'd told Othala so many weeks ago. The Flock couldn't keep up their charade of control forever.
And now the goddamned emperor came sailing back with a host of flapping annoyances, battle-ready sand fleas who had nothing to do with this debacle but wanted to participate anyway.
And so he was ushered into the Palace with his companions under Ouu's headship. The stallion still sparked a tiny terror in Whit's heart, after all these years. Something about the large dark stallion would never be comforting or safe. He wondered what vulnerabilities Aisling saw in him, past the scars and the dark pelt.
Suddenly the clatter of hoofbeats down the hall.
The Blacksmith spoke the first hushed words.
"It is time, then."
Whitaker wanted to faint. But Othala's face flashed for an instant in his mind, and with a hard swallow he fluffed his wings and lifted his shoulders.
Ouu unsheathed his axe. Whit pulled an arrow from his quiver and nocked it, holding the point downward against his shoulder. Why didn't you steal a sword or dagger before this point, genius? He had been meaning to get a close-combat weapon for weeks, but he had put it off and put it off, and suddenly his chance was lost.
The winged bastards- so like him and so unlike him at the same time- were here.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 18, 2017 17:49:05 GMT -6
Peregrine || Flight Member || Post Two
How those winged bastards could possibly decide to battle against their own kind, Peregrine could not begin to understand. What could the Talorian leader have possibly offered them to get them to side with a herd who had nothing but disrespect for their treasured air goddess. Peregrine would never fight for a leader who disrespected Kaia, and he couldn't understand why any horse in their right mind would possibly be morally aligned with serving a herd who murdered their own species on a regular basis. Hell, they made a holiday out of killing Pegasi here. Peregrine truly wondered how the Serorans managed to sleep at night. Or were they even aware of the twisted goings on within the Talorian borders? He supposed that it would redeem them slightly if they truly thought they were serving a noble cause. It did not, however, redeem the Serorans enough to let them go peacefully into his newly acquired place in the palace.
With his golden eyes narrowed, Peregrine looked to the sky, gritting his teeth as he prepared for a fight. " Let's show these sandy hethans who's boss," he declared, ready to fling himself into the sky, and into battle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 10:50:37 GMT -6
Golgotha
i dont believe in luck.
Golgotha wasted no time with words. While some of the furies stepped off their landing boats, Golgotha leaped directly into the air, ignoring the startled curses of the Talori sailors as her powerful launch rocked the ship. Even as affable as she was, she had found during their transoceanic journey that the Talori were immune to her charms; her crude humor and boisterous disposition (or, indeed, her very presence) were enough to curl the upper lips of some of their foreign companions. Golgotha tried not to take it personally. After all, their home was at war.
Even so, her mood had been plummeting for hours. Besides the seasickness, the strangeness of this land was arresting. The shoreline was lush with foliage, visible even from the ship, and the air was thick. She wondered how her wings would stick in it. The mission loomed like a pall over her. War had always been a hypothetical in Serora: a doomsday scenario, a legend, a moral at the end of a story. Serora was a peaceful land, save for the wildlife, and its soldiers existed to protect it.
She wasn't so sure they existed to cross the ocean, or to fight equines on strange soil. Doubt clouded her mind as the distant cries of the wounded on the shore met her ears. It was too late for turning coward, though -- thousands of miles too late. They were here to fight. She had to have faith in Baram.
As the furies took flight, Golgotha let out a brazen roar from the bottom of her chest. She was twice as wide as some of her comrades, heavy and gigantic; her leather wings snapped like whips as they caught the load of her unfathomable weight, and she arced high to take flight in front of the rest of the furies. It was a maneuver they'd done before; she would break the wind resistance at the head, and the smaller furies could follow unburdened in her wake, using Golgotha's size for a burst of speed.
As the furies broke free of her wake, launching into the fray, she breathed heavily, coaxing fire slowly out of her lungs. With another yell, she blasted a plume of flame from her jaws like dragon breath, watching it arch and dissolve harmlessly toward the ground. The adrenaline of battle was in her now. She had to forget doubt, or die. Her furies broke out into a battle cry and she blasted fire again -- like a shock and awe campaign -- bellowing. "Come on!" She challenged the Flight, all bright eyes and bravado.
Using her gigantic body as a wrecking ball, she dove directly into the middle of the Sentinel Squadron's formation. If she didn't knock one from the sky, she hoped to at least break their stride.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Dec 19, 2017 17:34:13 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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With a whoop of joy, Ruani closed in on the Flight members. He felt the pulse of battle in his heart, the wind under his wings, and the assurance of leather armor snugly secured to his sides. This was how Alya intended it. Fighting for your life. The glory of the struggle and sweetness of the reward. And, judging from the wind, even in this foreign land Alya favored them.
The Flight had moved out to meet them, just outside of the Palace's entry. It would make the fight better. They wouldn't be pinned to the ground trying to manuever gilded hallways and peaking around corners. Outside, they could fight to their fullest abilities, and Ruani was more than ready for it. As was Golgotha, as she charged in at the enemy with her clamorous call.
“Yes, Gogo!” Ruani laughed as Golgotha dove into the Flight’s formation. Let’s see them handle her! But then, light glinting off an arrow tip caught Ruani’s eye. An archer! If that Flight member got a good enough vantage point, they’d give the Furies trouble. Not wanting to take that chance, Ruani banked hard, falling back towards Unity, “Hey, buddy! Let’s take out that archer.” Angling his wings, he fell back to fly along side her. “You know,” he joked with a rakish grin, “Give ‘em the old one-two punch?” With a laugh, Ruani dove off towards the archer, claws at the ready and trusting Unity to follow.
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Post by data-bull on Dec 19, 2017 21:02:23 GMT -6
Sonador | Freedom's Flight
With a knit brow, Sonador haunted the halls of the Palace; scruffy wings clenched against sweat-covered flanks, ever tense even in deafening silence. His comrades' faces glowered from the shadows, unease reflecting his own. It was a temporary thing, their occupation of Inaria would not go unanswered forever. And they knew it well enough.
The thought had plagued him, but he didn't dare voice his opinion to the Primary, or anyone else. Lest his words reach more nervous ears than his own. Hooves clicking on smoothed stone, their sharp taps might've been the only sound he heard if not for the sudden outburst that broke the stillness.
Shouts from above, and suddenly the familiar thunder of wings descending. The stallion's eyes sought their source, but his mind denied what they saw. Pegasi.
Roars and shouts called the Flock to arms as the unseen enemies descended. His own wings unfurled, beating against the air with instinctive aggression. He wielded no weapon, but that didn't matter; ascending into the sky to meet them, he joined his allies in the battle.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 19, 2017 23:58:14 GMT -6
Ouusaldus With his head turned skywards, Ouusaldus did not acknowledge Liesel when she shouldered up beside him, merely grunting in turn. Her finally words run in his head, his eyes turning to hers but not repeating what she had said. He wanted to make a quip, or a comment, to say something against all this damn war. But he remained steel lipped, golden eyes turning to watch the incoming pattern of pegasi. He felt the wind run along his feathers, his wings naturally uncurling as his golden teke surrounded his axe. Slowly, like taking a breath, Ouusaldus spread his wings and pushed himself upwards, dust littering the way. "For each other" he murmured, his words falling on death ears for all but his own.
Sneering, Ouusaldus rose higher as the coming formation grew larger, They were pegasi, like themselves. Did they not know why they fought? not know what the devil's in Talori did to their kind? They must not have, for they would not be here. Ouusaldus' eyes tracked the largest one of them all; Leatherwings, much like their leaders. But then suddenly the offending horse was sending a plume of fire towards them, Ouusaldus' eyes snapping wide. Suddenly he was back on the night he had lost his mother, his skin scorched and the smell of burning flesh rotting in his nose, he wanted to cry lord how he wanted to cry but nothing would come. He called for his mother and found her crushed, dead and scorched. Ouusaldus hated fire, hated how it took and took and never seemed to stop. It had stolen his face and the better half of his life. It had all but ruined Aisling, her family and everything she had loved. Ouusaldus loved her but deep in side, he was almost jealous of her wife, jealous that they had known and loved Aisling when she was a bright and shining star. To him she was still his star, still a beacon in the dark but he knew there had been so much more to her.
Baring his teeth, Ouusaldus let out his own challenging roar, deep within his chest. He could feel Alya's blessing ebb and sway, more powerful than it had been all week. He needed it know, knew that he would not live without it. Lords he felt fire running through his vein now, replacing the cold that had been left in him the last few weeks. He was fighting for Aisling, for his unborn child, for the people who he called family and friends. He would give everything of himself to save them.
"Scatter them!" He bellowed, surging forward with his great axe ahead, sharp and deadly and ready to meet any who tried to stop him. They think that this is a game, he thought sadly. His eyes traced over each of them, young and ready to fight. If only it were so.
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Post by savannauni on Dec 20, 2017 9:26:47 GMT -6
Rowin | Fury Seroran Rowin was ecstatic when Gogo rose up and used her own body as a battering ram, a battering ram that spit fire and was seriously pissed off. "Haha!" He cheered his companions on. Serora, while not known for their dragons, would be now. After all the sultan did send their resident fire breather along for this mission, Rowin would have wondered if there was a specific message meant to be sent with Golgotha, but now was not the time for thinking. Rowin charged after Gogo, hot on Ruani's heels. His massive sword staying at his side. Branching off from Runani and Unity's tail he slammed his body into an enemy air born Pegasus. He took the Pegasus down into the ground, probably breaking a few bones. Once they hit the ground Rowin was back up on his feet looking around like a predator looking for its next kill. He swung his massive broad sword, cutting into one horse's body, splattering blood onto his muzzle and front of his chest. Hearing a call above the rest Rowin turned, and just in time, rose his sword to meet an ax's blade. He looked from the weapon to the owner of it and was taken a back by the golden phantom with orange eyes who stared into him. His shock only lasted for a moment as he pushed his blade back, making the phantom take a step back as well. "Sorry Pal, I'm gonna have to stop you right here." Rowin brought his sword back in front of his body, he lunged into another attack, blade aiming for the phantom's chest. { WC : 271 | Post 2 } |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 20, 2017 11:13:13 GMT -6
Unity
Don't worry mothers
your daughter is a warrior
A silent pray was given over to her team as they all took to the air. Gogo moved into the front baring the whiplash of the winds, making it easier for the rest to move together and pair off for a few while others worked best alone. But Unity swore she would allow herself to try and keep and eye out for them all. Her mother like instincts coming in, They'd all make it back home, they would all come back to their loved one and friends. None shall perish today. Watching Gogo go forwards like an aerial speed bomb, filled the pegasus with pride, her shaved design body seemed to ripple with delight. It was just the encouragement she needed.
Ruani spoke to her, and she nodded with a flirtatious smirk as she laughed. "Yes' lets. Perhaps they'll learn next time to think twice about what they bring to a fight." she remarked coolly as she followed after Ruani. While Unity bore no weapons or armor, her main use was that if a distraction to wear out the others, to allow others to reclaim the air for Serora, for Talori. Unity looked to the archer and whistled to them with a grin. Time to shine, she thought or give a little hell. Her wings arched with the flow of the wind as her muscles tightened ready to help Ruani take out this archer before they damned the whole lot of them
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 20, 2017 12:55:45 GMT -6
WHITAKER Freedom's Flight | Sentinel
Any hope of remaining near the back dissipated when he heard someone whistle. An armored pegasus dove right toward him.
He was still reeling from the massive dragon creature breathing fucking fire. Much less considering himself a direct target. Somewhere in the distance Ouu's voice called out like an echo clanging in his ears. "Scatter them!"
An unarmed pegasus with strange markings joined the first, and she was grinning at Whit like she knew all his secrets.
Weren't Serorans supposed to be peaceful? They'd probably grown up picking daisies and laughing and singing songs around campfires. They didn't know the grit in Whit's heart and the blood on his name, the rage that had been boiling for years, the desperation of crying out to a goddess who seemed to evade his every call.
Scatter them.
He leapt into the air and zipped up like an arrow, twisting his way out of the main arena of fighting, the heat from the fire licking his hind legs. If neither of these Serorans had a long-range weapon, Whit could have some fun bringing them away from the center of the battle.
Like a mouse teasing a cat. Or in this unfortunate case, two cats.
He arced and twisted, circled and dove, making his presence as flighty as possible. He had envied the large wings of his peers for years, but right now he was thankful for the smaller, rounder wings atop his back. He could twist and turn and evade strikes in a blink. He couldn't help but smile.
"Come on, you bastards!" he yelled in a flurry of excitement. Who was this Whitaker? Teasing his enemy. His heart beat faster than he could feel.
The corner of his eye revealed a body moving toward him, and he started releasing arrows. They sung through the air; if they missed these two Serorans, they may find an unlucky foe on the ground.
Adrenaline pounded through his wings. Othala's voice flooded through his mind. Fight for her. If nothing else, fight for her.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 20, 2017 18:33:31 GMT -6
Peregrine || Flight Member || Post Three
Peregrine heard a disembodied scream of anger echo around him, and only realized it was coming from his gaping mouth when he felt his lungs run short of air. Gulping down freezing huffs of high altitude air, he flared his wings, eying the enemy formation. Before him, furies of all forms, including one that heaved fiery breath like some kind of monsterous dragon, flew in tight formation. They seemed like a large, feathered wall of enemies. How on earth they were going to pass through the beasts, let alone defeat them, Peregrine was unsure. As if he could read his soldiers' minds, Ouu cried out an order to scatter the enemy forces. Grunting, Peregrine flitted his gaze across the Seroran forces, searching for a target he felt he could take. Clearly, not the fire breathing monster, but one more his own speed and size. Funny, it would be hard to find a horse as small as he. Okay then, one enemy closest to his stature would have to do.
Peregrine's attention was taken suddenly by a pair of horses aiming at one of the Flock's archers. Tucking his falcon's wings to his sides, he fell into a dive, the wind screaming past his ears as he fell. Snapping his wings open, the gray horse lashed out with his front hooves, aiming to grab the horses' attention.
"Two against one? Now, that's no fair," he cried, golden eyes narrowed at the furies. "Let's even the odds!"
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Dec 21, 2017 21:13:58 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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As annoying as the Flight were, Ruani would give them this, they sure knew their way about the sky. The archer bobbed and weaved, showing off a fair bit of skill and making him damn hard to hit. At least it meant he couldn’t get shots off with such maneuvers. The archer stopped only for a second, to taunt him and Unity, releasing arrows as the stalled. Surprised by the sudden stop, Ruani barely managed to roll out of the way as an arrow struck the edge of his breast plate. With a growl he pulled the arrow out, the point slightly bloodied. He was about to join Unity in her charge, but a sudden yell from behind drew his attention.
A new Flight member was there, backing up his ally. “You’ve got this, Unity! I’ll take the one with spunk.” Not believing it good luck to have his own blood drawn first, Ruani pulled back from the archer, changing his course to flight hard and fast into the new challenger. If he moved out of the way of his hooves, Ruani was hoping to land at least a scratch or two with his clawed wings.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Dec 25, 2017 13:15:23 GMT -6
Predwin was admittedly a little faster of a flyer than his sister. She was the heavy hitter, the pegasus that could cause damage wherever she went just by a simple flick of her wings. Her twin, however, was fast, agile, and the kind of pegasi that preferred to flip and twirl his way into battle. Even now, he was flipping and flying in formation, his antsy attitude ready to take on everything, though it seemed the guards on the battlefield were few and far between.
Picking out a random pegasi, the light and airy pegasi split from the group, flying down full force to cause some damage. However, he was a bit slow, as it seemed the mighty dragon pegasus of the flight had decided that pile driving into the flight would be a better option. Letting a loud and amused laugh, the stallion followed short behind.
"These bastards will learn that the sky does not belong to them!" He hollered, hoping to take on the least suspecting foe, wondering if Creosote would follow behind him and cause more damage. He smiled at the thought, laughing as he went to strike down the nearest flight member he could find. He was more than ready for battle. They all were.
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I don't want to overwhelm any character in particular with this attack, so feel free to respond as if Prid was attacking you if you haven't gotten any action yet!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 26, 2017 10:52:07 GMT -6
 UnityDon't worry mothers
your daughter is a warriorUnity felt her chest rise wiht pride, this was going well, Ruani and her could take this archer. Soon they all could be home and she could be untied with her dear Queen once more. But as she narrowed down in on the archer a sudden voice of another fell into her ears. A split second of distraction and an arrow from the archer sliced into her ear. Causing her to hiss out in pain. Ruani was quick and turned after the other one.
So it was Unity and the archer, she mused gently for herself. Thankful for herself she had worked hard and trained hard within the winds from battle works to dancing. She would be fluid and grace, she would tire him out till she could finally strike. "Well well, that will be the last mark you leave on me." she remarked coldly as she tucked her wings in for a second, diving down before unfolding them and taking in the wind rushing after the archer spiraling her and there to assure she never stayed too long in one post. She could not allow this archer back with the others. He'd go down with her.
Lips curled upwards as felt the wet slickness of blood down the side of her face, it hurt like hell, but it was a good reminded she was still alive and kicking and she promised she'd rip his feathers out assuring he'd never touch the air again.
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Post by striaga on Dec 27, 2017 22:49:25 GMT -6
L I E S E L
Once outside, her wings flared. Liesel inhaled, her chest rising and falling, her teeth gritting tight together. Pegasi. Did they not know...? They most likely didn't. What pegasi would willingly ally themselves with the Talori? Well--she knew there were some (and it didn't sit well with her, eating at her in a curious way over time, acidic and sticking). But...
Fire, in the air. Liesel roared her response, a deep yet feminine roar of defiance ripping from her swinging-open mouth. "THEY KILL YOU HERE!" Her roar was likely going to be disregarded, but she had to say it, had to be sure they knew, so when they limped back to wherever they came from they would remember what they had done. How they had supported the blood of a child and the blood of countless Pegasi, swimming and churning in the deep seas. "THEY RIP OFF YOUR WINGS!"
Spit in the air. Ouu went to meet the charge. So would she, then.
And then, a body, streaking towards her formation. Liesel's twenty hands came in handy as the aggressor spun towards her group, sweeping through the air. For Aisling. For Ouu. For Antiope, for all of the Pegasi who fell, dying and screaming, for-
HE WAS STOPPED. SHE WAS NOT.
Bodies met, then, and Golgotha's charge was possibly slammed into by Liesel, the pegasi lashing out with her hooves and teeth, up close and gritty. She had no weapon, but this was her cause; this was her flame and she would die for it, if she had to. Now that battle had been joined, there were no more words, no more desperate shouts, just Liesel trying to rip away at Golgotha as the duo crashed together, giants entangled in the sky.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 11:17:11 GMT -6
 Golgotha
i don't believe in luck.
Golgotha picked her target from the advancing Flight with ease. A pegasus with a golden mask was shouting commands down at the opposing force, leading the charge up to meet the Furies. He was drawing a weapon on her, something wild in his eyes, and she grimaced with focus as they got closer.
Around her, the quicker furies were splitting off into groups, darting and diving into furiously fast combat she wasn't capable. With her weight and wingspan, Golgotha was simply not maneuverable, and though she could pick up impressive speed in one direction, the swarm of faster furies did much of the serious work. She was there to lead the enemies' eyes away, and keep the resistance from getting too strong. Her role as a tank required heavy leather armor, bristling with her selection of weapons, and red-tinted goggles that turned the world around her vermilion. She turned her head to watch Unity be struck, gasping quietly at the battle's first blood.
The doubt was back again. The furies were protectors. They chased Thunderbirds away from settlements, kept bandits away from traveling families... Golgotha watched Unity twirl back into the fray, undaunted. Golgotha thought she moved like a dancer, not a soldier.
Golgotha's eyes drifted back to the horse in the golden mask, and the sharp weapon in his grasp. She thought of her own arsenal (a boomerang, for stunning Thunderbirds, a whip to crack to drive wild animals back, a serrated knife for sawing rope and cactus) and had a hard time imagining any of her weapons biting into equine flesh. That axe, however... It looked like it had already done some killing in its time. She dove toward the dark horse and his heavy blade, furling her wings to increase her speed, entering freefall at a breakneck pace toward him. Brave, fearless Golgotha, playing chicken with an opponent like always.
Except, this time, she flinched.
As Ouusaldus raised his weapon to strike before their imminent collision, she dipped lower, altering her angle so that the Flight fighter flew unhindered over her back. Her breath was coming short now as she swung a wide arc, leather wings snapping as she slowly turned to approach the battle again from below. When Ouusaldus looked to her to prepare for a second pass, he saw uncertainty in her eyes.
She had been so focused on the masked fighter that she didn't see the other. Liesel collided, fighting furiously, and pulled Golgotha from her introspection. Her energy was suddenly not that of an attacker, but a survivor, rolling her massive shoulder into the blows as her wings flapped furiously to keep them both in the air. Golgotha roared, blasting flames skyward just to be free of the feathered pegasus, her teke groping her harness for a handle on her leather whip. Pulling it free, she snapped it once, twice, in Liesel's face; it was an ineffective but shocking weapon. Hollering, Golgotha threw her wings forward, to back out of the other giant's space. Bites and bruises were seeping painfully into her skin as she tried with all her significant might to break free.
She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 29, 2017 14:52:53 GMT -6
Ouusaldus
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we? Ears pressed flat against his skull, the breath was ripped from Ouusaldus' lungs as he made his ascent, teeth bared as his blessing struggled to aid him. No matter, he flared his wings and beat hard, daring the leather-winged giant. He felt the air currents shift around him and knew that Liesel was there with him, just as furious. He could feel it bristle of her, feel it in the wind as she rose just as high. Her words rung loud in his ear, his heart beating impossibly fast. The fight had barely begun but gods he was tired. He did not want to fight them, wanted to believe that they were just following orders and knew little of what was happening. Because for Alya's sake, why would they be fighting them if they knew?
Ouusaldus opened his mouth and let out his own deep cry, gaze pierced on the fire-breather, ready to met them-
But he fell short, his wings wobbling as she dipped and his charge met nothing, his axe swinging in a wide arc but hitting nothing. He gasped, nostrils flaring as he whipped his head around to look back at her, to see Liesel meet her charge and colid mid-air. He opened his mouth to shout, to call out but then suddenly something, no someone was charging into him, red-hot pain flaring against his chest as something caught and dug into his flesh, tearing it. Snapping his wings, Ouusaldus kicked off from the other horse, eyes turning to meet a badge faced stallion, orange feathers dancing along his neck. He spoke something and Ouusaldus felt his anger flare once more, carelessly rushing forward to meet his slash "YOU. KNOW. NOTHING" Ouusaldus roared, desperate. please stop, he wished but his body did not. Sparks flew as their weapons met again and again, Ouusaldus gasping as steel met his shoulder once more.
His lungs burned but he roared none the less, charging forward and barreling into Rowin.
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TL:DR, Ouu flew past Gogo, went to make another charge but was met by Rowin. Charged into him and are currently heading towards ground. |
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Post by striaga on Dec 29, 2017 21:49:22 GMT -6
WARNING: eye trauma/loss.
L I E S E L
The closer she got to her opponent, the more the anger roared. Her blood began to burn, it felt, screaming in her veins. Liesel fought like a soldier, swung her body with a lethal force; this was a woman who had taken lives. A woman who had dedicated her time to a cause she believed in (even if her faith was shaken, now, even if she didn't know what to believe after Bethel). They clashed, and Liesel screamed it again, directly into her opponent's ear:
"THEY RIP OFF PEGASI'S WINGS HERE!" Spit flew from her mouth but she had to drop back with the gout of flame; Liesel's attempt to join the battle again was met with a whip across the face, a flare of her wings. Liesel's eye went white-hot with pain. Her face became wet. It streaked, the blood,
and Liesel's bellow of protest became a howl of pain. "THEY THROW US FROM THE CLIFFS!" The two phrases left her, dripping hate, thick and furious; her lost eye arced blood as she shook her head and joined again.
There had been no hesitation. Her eye burned and the pain of it brought tears to her eyes, but Liesel was hardened to battle and pain and suffering.
The feathered warrior just slammed forward again, lashing out as hard as she could with her hooves, ripping with teeth. Something changed in the way of it, as if Liesel were trying to drive Golgotha away, chase her back from the battle, force her to flee. She fought bitter and hard but did not seek to rip a throat out in her teeth. Instead:
"LISTEN," she shouted, "They killed a CHILD. Cut its wings off. CAST IT INTO THE SEA!" Saliva ran down her chin. Liesel was suddenly filled with a furor--make this woman understand.
"AND YOU WOULD FIGHT FOR THEM!?" Blood down her cheek.
Tears, too. Cascade, Alya, what are we doing here?
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 30, 2017 0:03:57 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom’s Flight || Post Four
Wind whistled past the gray falcon’s ears as he screamed through the sky, his vividly yellow eyes burning with hatred. These traitorous bastards were doing little more than throwing away their species as a whole by siding with those fish loving freaks. One of his fellow soldiers even said as much, screaming to the enemy about the barbaric practices of drugging, de-winging, and then murdering innocent Pegasi. Surely the Serorans were unfit for Alya’s blessings if they stood side by side with those cold blooded killers.
But battle was not the place to contemplate who was truly deserving of the Gods’ favor. Peregrine was certain that whoever the deities favored would become clear as they would emerge from the skirmish victorious. With a mental image of Kaia in mind, the stallion slammed his wings to his sides, diving towards his enemy. Above him, Ouusaldus tangled with other furies, flying right past the heaping mountain of a dragon-winged horse, and intertwined himself with a smaller foe. No time to fret over his leader now. Peregrine had his own enemies to face. With a bellowing yell, he lashed out, hoping to land an attack on his opponent with small, sharp hooves.
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Post by brindletail on Dec 30, 2017 16:46:19 GMT -6
 TORSTEN"Where you recognise evil, speak out against it, and give no truces to your enemies "- Viking proverb. ...
They were so young. They were all so young.
The commander uttered no cries, no taunts as he parried and lunged in the fray, his teke keeping an unwavering hold on his broadsword, his lithe body calculating every moment, he would not permit a misstep, his armor tight to his chest. He never would have foreseen something like this. How could this have gone so wrong? He never signed up to fight his own kind, young pegasi who knew no better. They couldn't know. There's no way they could know.
He could see it in their eyes they didn't know. Torment clouded his as he set his sights on one of the male furies, determined to make it as fair a fight in his mind as he could rationalize. The giant dragon pegasus caught his peripheral. They had a tank. He was worried. Really worried. But he stayed his course, knowing it was knick that felled Achilles, not a blunt attack, Ouusaldus looked like he had it handled anyway.
His sword raised, he fell upon them.
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