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Post by ebbarie on Dec 31, 2017 0:48:10 GMT -6
Thierry | Serora | Fury
Lift me up above this
The flames and the ashes
Lift me up and help me to fly away
His fellow furries were filled with excitement, they even seemed to enjoy the tension before the fight.
Thierry didn’t. Seeing Golgotha breathing fire and crashing into the Flight Swadron made his heart race.
Everything would be alright.
They all would make it back home again.
They had too.
While the enemy was still distracted by Golgothas attack, the small Furry beat his wings to get higher into the air. He wanted to get a quick overview over their opponents to estimate which one he should fight and which he should leave to the more experienced warriors.
Seeing the two groups of Pegasi colliding in the air, high above the ground, was terrifying and fascinating at the same time.
But he wasn’t here to enjoy the view.
After taking in another deep breath, the pony folded his wings close to his sides to gain some speed.
The smallest of his enemies, was still around twice as big as him. Something that could be an advantage.
He was a small, fast moving target, flying around between the other fighting horses. Whenever he accidently came to close to a Flock member, he used his blessing to dose them with mild electric shock. They wouldn’t do much damage, but often it was enough to distract them for a moment, so another Furry could land a hit.
And whenever he had enough room, he was aiming at the terrorists with his throwing stars. Those that didn’t hit an opponent, at least distracted them for a moment.
Every few seconds he was looking out for Glainne, to see if she had decided for a Flock soldier to target, or if she needed help.
Suddenly, one of them started to scream at the Serorans.
What was this nonsense about cutting Pegasi wings off? Uncertainty he looked around to see how the other Furries would react to those words.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 1, 2018 13:35:26 GMT -6
 WHITAKER Freedom's Flight | Sentinel
When she whipped past him this time, blood flew down her face. Good.
It was funny, when she was in his sight for more than half a second Whit could see her body twisting around like an arrow itself. Small frame, but she rode the air like a second skin. She was a skilled bird. Whit wondered if, in her normal life, she ever used her hooves on solid ground at all. She seemed birthed for flight.
He'd have to unbalance her.
In the distance, he could see Ouu as a speck in the sky, his gold mask glinting even from many meters away. The dragon creature was roaring and breathing fire. Gods help them. Whit had never doubted Ouu's prowess before, but this might be too much even for him.
He looked out to the sea on the horizon, gray and wild, growing darker as evening pressed them. He would not let this mare drive him out to fight over the water- he would not die in Cascade's waters with his body left to rot on the ocean floor.
He dove forward, wings pinned to his side, this time looping downward in the direction they came from. He wanted to pull her away from the fight, but not so far that their bodies would be uncovered in the thick below.
Had he met her in another time- years ago, when he was an outsider wandering like a thief into Osulas for a drink and a good time- he might have tried to woo her over. Give her pleasure rather than war. Her coat was shiny and patterned, her body actually beautiful when he could notice it. Enchanting, even.
But there would be many more like her- mares who were brainwashed into the Seroran fantasy of love and peace- who didn't know what beasts lay at the Flight's hooves.
He fired another arrow, this one at her shoulder. If he could pierce a shoulder, that could bring down a wing. That would make this much easier.
His teke reached for another arrow, but pulling it around he saw the metal tip had broken off. Shit! He didn't have time for faulty equipment. He let it fall and reached for another, thrusting his wings backward for a second of reprieve. |
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Post by cogaidh on Jan 1, 2018 15:56:23 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 was at first terrified of the conflict, she had never maliciously gone after any other equine in the sky before. But she stayed firm as she danced around the Flock fighters. Her glaive and her rope darts making anyone who dared to get close to her think twice. She twisted in the air, trying to keep one eye on her fast moving cousin as she kept towards the edges of the fight, looking for any of her fellow Furies that might need help. Tivy was just as active as her, her claws raking as she dived around the fighting pegasi. The bright flashes of white that where her familiar’s wings blinding at moments as the sun began to set.
Had time really passed so fast? It seemed like it had only been a few moments sense they had joined in battle. She began to hear the fanatic screaming from one of the Flight’s pegasi, and she frowned at the words that carried across the battle. She spotted her cousin and dove down to deflect a sneak attack from a member of the Flight. She spread her dark wings to hover next to him as she readied her weapons for the next attack. She couldn’t think about what the mare was screaming about, it could all just be a trick to gain an advantage. But she found herself less aware of her surroundings as the mare screamed on.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 1, 2018 17:42:03 GMT -6
 UnityDon't worry mothers
your daughter is a warriorThe archer was clever, and Unity wondered perhaps she too could be clever with one as well. Fast and deadly, something she too was, could the two be a deadly combo? Yet would it take away the speed and grace she was had worked for? For the weight of the bows and arrow would change and alter everything. A swing of her wing, could cause her to tumble over. No, she knew what she was built for aerial pursuit and quick body smashes.
Each thrust of her wing she was gaining speed. Could feel the wind ripple against her and she followed him, looping after him as she changed their game of cat and mouse. She remained silent, like the hawks in the desert that hunt, do not let the area around her change her mind nor decision. Unity would treat him like the Thunderbirds, clever and deadly and one wrong move, could be the end for her.
Nostrils flared as she saw him pull back that damnable bow and, she could hear the swift air breaking of the arrow as it raced towards her, tucking in her wings, she ducked enough to allow the arrow to slice her skin a bit, nothing but a prick of a cactus, she continued to zero in on him. Unity watched him get another, but quickly discard it, and there was her chance, perhaps a gift from Alya. What was an ear to a chance to take out the archer. It was an exchange she'd be willing to give once more. "Got you." she remarked as she aimed for his shoulder rising broth front legs to use his shoulder as her own kick stand. Shoot him down with her hooves perhaps batter him enough he falls down to the ground below and she can finish her job. Gods let this end Unity thought as she braced herself for the impact.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 1, 2018 18:20:36 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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It took all of Ruani’s strength to stay on his target. He saw the battle around him, his friends taking wounds, Unity’s blood falling to earth, and the screams of his enemies. He had to stay focused to not let the emotions get to him. He could ride the rush of battle, but he couldn’t linger on the emotions of his friends. That would be too much.
The Flight member’s cry brought Ruani crashing back into battle. Hooves lashed out towards him, sharp and deadly. He twisted, catching the grunt of the blow on his breast plant and as the hooves slid down, Ruani twisted locking the gray pegasus’s front legs with his own. Instead of taking the opportunity to try and bite into the other’s exposed neck, Ruani used his larger size and vigorous wing beats to pitch the Flight member back. Then, quick as the thunderbirds he chased, Ruani tucked his wings and sent them both towards the ground. The wind wiped at his mane, but his goggles protected his eyes as he judged the distance between him and the rapidly approaching ground. He planned on letting the small, gray pegasus go, right above the ground, but with just enough time for him to pull up.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 3, 2018 12:01:24 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom’s Flight || Post Five
Peregrine felt a few glancing blows land, but the ting of metal against his hooves informed him that he had missed his target, with little effect upon his opponent. Damn! He’d only had one opportunity for a first attack, and it was just wasted on the breastplate of the opposing Pegasus. A sudden jolt of fear went through him, as Peregrine realized that he had no armor to protect himself from the Fury. Considering how much larger Ruani was, it would be a major disadvantage for the small gray Pegasus to be unprotected.
Ruani chose a different tactic than what Peregrine had expected, as he didn’t attack outright. Instead, he tangled Peregrine’s lashing front legs, locking with his own. Furious wingbeats drove both horses back, and then down. Despite his months of vigorous training, Peregrine’s wings were not strong enough to fight against the larger horse, and he found himself losing ground...or air, as the case may be. It made little sense why the horse was pushing him away from the fight, until he caught sight of the ground, approaching at an alarming rate. Oh...shit. There wasn’t enough time to right himself. As the other Pegasus disengaged,Peregrine felt the world slam into him. For a moment, everything went black. The wind was knocked entirely out of him, and when he came back to reality, he was wheezing, and spitting grass. Shaking his head, Peregrine stood up shakily, checking his wings for damage. They smarted, and a few of his feathers were bent, but he was still in one piece. Growling, the small pony launched himself into the air once more, searching the sky for his enemy. There. “C’mere, you bastard,” he grunted, slamming his wings to his sides, and falling into a dive.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 4, 2018 22:40:53 GMT -6
 The battle opened almost immediately. Letting out a great cry of excitement when Golgotha let out a roar and stream of flame, then the sounds of battle filled the buckskin's ears. Coupled with the sound of the storm that raged around them, it was quite the cacophony.
Nothing worse than a fight with thunderbirds. Creo thought, to help ease her nerves. Yes, just think of it as thunderbirds, after her experience with them three months ago, she certainly knew they were just as smart as any equine. Her ears caught something being screamed about wings by some terrorist that Gogo was fighting, but with the rain, she couldn't hear that well when things were far away.
Pale green eyes scanned the battlefield, and in her wandering she momentarily lost track of her brother. She saw Ruani and Unity taking on two terrorists, one held a bow. Gogo of course, had the other large equine, and it was quite the spectacle, two winged equine of such size battling in the air. Rowin had one with a golden mask locked in battle, and Thierry and Glainne were locked in their own battles with other pegasi. It was then she spotted the large bat winged stallion aiming to swing for her brother. She wasn't sure if Predwin had noticed.
Not on my watch you bastard. She screamed inside as she extended her wings to swoop up above him.
Ducking her wings together she fell into a steep dive, aiming for the brown pegasi's head. "Brother, watch yourself!" She yelled out to Predwin, snapping her wings open as she sped just past the stallions head, clocking him squarely in the chin will a well timed kick. She trusted Predwin to be agile enough to weave out of the way of the blade, he just needed to be made aware of it first. Swooping out of her dive, the fury lifted herself back to the level of her brother and their opponent, eyes holding a fire that couldn't be quenched, even by the tempest that battered against her pelt. She readied herself for another attack, hoping that she could evade the bat winged stallion for long enough to both take him down, and not meet the steel of his blade. Lacking armor, did have its consequences.
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Post by savannauni on Jan 5, 2018 14:41:03 GMT -6
Rowin watched the golden phantom roar at him 'YOU.KNOW.NOTHING.' As the words reached his ears, Rowin snarled like a feral beast, displaying his fangs as he snapped at his masked opponent. If he could land a bite or two he could slow him down, the poison in his veins was not powerful enough to take the horse out, but enough to cause their movements to be slow enough for Rowin to deliver killing blow.
CLANG
Rowin's sword met the axe again, sparks flew from the collision. This time he saw the thin line of flesh his huge broad sword left in the phantom. "Ah, so ghosts do bleed." He mused. His voice was a deep chuckle, but his light blue eyes were taking in the opponent, studying him. They snapped back up to meet the sunset orange ones boring into his own head as well. Hefting the sword Rowin snarled "Come and get some." Before charging as well, intending to meet the Phantom half way. His sword met the axe's again, but pain bloomed from his right shoulder. He knew if he looked the axe would be embedded. It wasn't deep enough to strike his bone, his sword stopped the progress before it could. Rowin roared as he used the sword to shove the axe out from his body and viciously swung the heavy metal, aiming for the phantom's neck.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jan 5, 2018 17:49:57 GMT -6
 The stallion only had enough time to respond to his sister's call, her body swishing past him at full speed, going faster than he had ever seen her go before. He blinked once, twice, trying to remember exactly where he was, his thoughts suddenly loosing some clarity as he heard the screeches of the pegasi around him.
The sword that seemed to come out of nowhere caught him off guard. He had never needed to fight a horse that had something other than their hooves and teeth on them. It was most certainly a scary concept.
However, that wasn't the only thing that crashed around him. The waves of the stormy winds hit him with sheer power. The screaming continued, but he wasn't sure he could understand the words being said, and even if he did, Predwin had never been the kind of horse Pegasus to question his leader's judgments. No, he was a soldier. He knew how to fight and kick and bleed, oh did he know how to bleed, but he did not know how to disregard an order.
He had been told to fight, and so it was what he was going to do. Quickly, the twin followed up on his sister's charge, the normal tactic they had practiced together so many times reversed. However, Pred was a fast thinker on the battle field, and could improvise if needed.
That was probably for the better. However, he couldn't really tell the direction his hit was going to land in. He wanted to fight, but Creo's wings and large body weren't exactly something he was used to following up on.
So instead, he dove down, flipping his body into a tight spiral before throwing his wings out and beating them heavily upwards, hoping to take the opponent off guard from his other side.
They would all bleed tonight.
Post 3 | Word Count: 320 TL;DR: Predwin pauses in battle only to decide to flank Tor on the other side.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 6, 2018 17:59:47 GMT -6
Ouusaldus
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we? Their bodies colliding, Ouusaldus grunted as the air escaped his lungs from the impact. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused onto his blessing, drawing air into his lung and sucking the oxygen from the space around it. The air was stale now, hitting hard against Ouu's wings as he kept himself aloft. Snarling, Ouusaldus reared back and met Rowin's charge once more, something in his stomach turning as his axe was embedded in the other stallions shoulder, mere inches from his wings. Alya he hadn't meant to swing for his wings. Sparks flew as steel clashes against steel, Ouusaldus' axe still in the flesh of the other. Using this against him, Ouusaldus ripped it forward, sending the stallion forward as well.
He hadn't expected the stallion to still be holding his sword after that. Gasping, Ouusaldus flung his head back as the younger pegasus swung his sword, inches away from his jugular. Ouusaldus felt his heart hammering in his chest, lungs heaving. His mind snapped to the thought of Aisling, of what would happen if he were to perish. He'd never met his child, never see their smile and share his love with them. It was in that moment that Ouusaldus snapped his head to the side. He had meant to go the opposite way that the blade had swung, to miss the rest of it's arch. But in his momentary lapse of judgement, he had followed it instead, just in time for it to connect with his cheek and continue it's arc upwards.
Searing pain filled his head and body, his eyes snapping shut and his teeth bared. Roaring again, Ouusaldus used the adrenaline from the hit to dislodge the axe from the shoulder of the stallion in front of him. Enraged, he used the momentum to swing his body and kick out with his back legs at the head of the seroran, his axe following suit. Opening his eyes, Ouusaldus hissed and shut his right eye, his remaining golden eye coming up to meet the other stallion gaze " You are all fools" he spat.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 7, 2018 20:19:24 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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Pleased beyond belief that his attack had worked and that his friend’s blood hadn’t been spilled for nothing, Ruani smiled wolfishly as his hooves hit the ground. He ran for a few feet, his hooves barely touching the ground as he release the momentum and speed from his wild dive before shooting back into the sky. Only once he was back up did Ruani glanced down at the Flight member pulled himself off the ground. If the grey pegasus knew what was good for them, he’d stay down, but there he was throwing himself into the air and shouting at Ruani.
He saw the attack coming, since he was already in the air, but the pegasus was fast, his small size making him more maneuverable than Ruani, but without a weapon, Ruani didn’t think he posed much of a threat. Not that he should say it. But he liked to think it.
Ruani took this hit hard in the shoulder, knowing it would leave a bruise or two but willing to concede the few feet he lost in the air. His goal was to keep his friends safe, so if that meant keeping this spitfire occupied, he was more than willing to do it. Ruani beat his wings hard a few times, working out the numbness from impact and felt a few burning lines from the hooves of his enemy. To match the blow, Ruani lashed out with his clawed wings, hoping to land across the pegasus’s neck.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 15, 2018 13:15:25 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom's Flight || Post Six
Enticing. That was the word Peregrine would have used to describe the feeling that welled up inside him as he landed blows with his sharp forehooves against his enemy. Enticing. It was almost as though the Seroran scum was calling for him to attack, to rush closer and finish him off. While Peregrine was usually one of the more reserved Flock fighters, he was tired, starved, beaten, and plain damn tired of these insurgents choosing to fight against their own species in order to save the water loving bastards that called this land "home." So, when the feeling of success washed over him, he couldn't help but let loose a wolfish cry of excitement, his hawkish wings beating furiously as he moved in closer for the attack.
And that was his mistake. Clawed wings flashed, and an arc of blood spurted through the air, dousing both combatants with its crimson stain. Squealing, Peregrine dropped like a rock, surprise halting his wingbeats in their tracks. He'd been hurt before. The scars stitched across his flank, from that day so long ago with the broken bottle and his shattered thoughts, reminded him that he'd been hurt plenty before. But the searing pain from his neck was new, and now. He'd not been cut like this in a battle before. Sure, small scrapes, or that time the Guardian - Taishen - had almost dry drowned him using the water manipulation curse, but he could see flaps of his skin pull loose from the neck muscles in his periphery, and the sight almost made him faint. As he was about to hurtle towards earth for a second time that day, he managed to snap his wings open, clawing back into the air. Blood, hot and fresh, streamed from his wound, but he ignored it, choosing instead to zero in on the pegasus before that. "You better pray to your gods that doesn't scar," he snarled, revealing rows of white teeth. "Because I'm gonna kick your ass if you messed me up," he threatened. With these words, he clamped his wings to his sides and shot forward, barreling towards his opponant.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 14:28:53 GMT -6
 golgotha
i don't believe in luck.
Golgotha's roars of fury had dulled into grunts of exertion and fear. She back-winged frantically, trying to disentangle herself from her massive opponent with every surge of Liesel's growing rage. Golgotha had been placed on the defensive, struggling with every collision to protect herself from her opponent, wild-eyed behind red goggles. Pain snapped at her like a flock of biting birds, the blows coming so quickly she could barely identify them.
As she tossed her head to throw her sticky mane -- blood? how? -- from her face, a heavy blow to her forehead shocked her limbs. The fingers of her wings curled instinctively, and for a moment she went dull, suspended midair only by the spare momentum from her ascent. The sky was so bright. The concussive hit made her numb and distant for a heartbeat.
When she snapped back into the moment, her opponent was screaming. Golgotha startled, feeling around with her teke for her weapon, but realized she'd dropped the whip when she suffered the hit. Her skull throbbed. Her nose bled. "What?" her voice was quiet, too quiet to be heard over the whipping winds, and she grimaced horribly as Liesel's assault continued.
Golgotha wasn't a soldier. She was a protector, a ranger, a defender. She wasn't meant for this. The fury in Liesel's face frightened her, made her want to flee, rather than fight... but she couldn't get away. Her teke felt blindly around for any of her weapons but her head was so fuzzy, so clumsy. What was Liesel saying? Golgotha couldn't understand. Gods, if only she could think. She continued to shield herself with her bulky shoulder, taking Liesel's attacks on her broad side, groaning.
She wasn't going to win. She wasn't going to escape. She was going to have to listen.
Golgotha reached out with her teke, eyes bleary, and gripped weakly around Liesel's striking leg. Her grasp moved up the Flock mare, pawing for purchase, until she found a grip to pull Liesel close in flight. They were gliding together now, Golgotha's face lowered to Liesel's, battered and split. "What are you saying?" Her voice was loud enough this time. "Who are they?"
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Post by striaga on Jan 18, 2018 21:21:33 GMT -6
L I E S E L
It had become immediately apparent to Liesel that this fighter was not like the others. She may be willing to listen. She...
Liesel could feel the hope in her chest, and as Golgotha backwinged, frantic and attempting escape, Liesel ceased her strikes. That one eye widened somewhat, and her wings thrummed in the air. The Blacksmith of the Flock, her single eye wide, pressed her tongue against her teeth. She was grabbed, then, because her attack had stopped only a moment before Golgotha reached, and Liesel kept that eye wide, let it shine, let the distress in her face show through. Liesel was a woman who had spent years locking up the way she felt; since Jun, she had walked on eggshells, and fought with the urge to run. She could abandon the flock, and had never been so sure of it than now,
with teke about her leg.
They flew together. Wings beat in unison, and Liesel said it: "The Talori," she began, "Have sacrificed Pegasi for years. It was a child, this time." She could have ended it then. She really could have.
But some font of truth opened up within her:
"And one of our own did the same. She was let free." Lisel's voice cracked. "I can't do this anymore," ears pinning back against her head, "I can't walk with those who condone these crimes, and they both do it." Lost, her voice was lost, the others too far away to hear the way it shook. "I can't." The blacksmith's trembling could not be avoided, especially with teke against her leg. "I never wanted this. I thought it was right. But we--we kept them in--"
Her head dipped. "I can't. Not anymore..."
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Post by savannauni on Jan 19, 2018 17:54:27 GMT -6
Rowan bellowed as the axe was ripped forewords, his body followed, trying to lessen the shredding of his shoulder. His next swing was blind with rage. He was not aimaing, he just wanted the other stallion to hurt. But as he watched his steel swing, rowin's jaw fell open so ever so slightly, his eyebrows arching. He was shocked for a moment as it seemed time slowed. Rowan watched as the blood sprayed his own face. His roman looking mask and muzzle were now slick with hot blood that came from the phantom.
As his opponent ripped the steel from his body Rowan cringed and screamed. His eyes saw black for a moment, 'shit shit' he thought to himself. In his momentary screech of pain he didn't get back as the other stallion kicked him in the face. Rowin heard something crack and hissed, he had bit his tongue, his moth filling with blood that soon dipped off his lips. His jaw blossomed with pain, one of his mandibles had been broken. His blue eyes darted to the axe now. The blade once again connected with him. It caught him in the chest, making a deep gash, showing bone underneath his layers of skin and muscle. The stallions words reached his ears and rowin snapped. Forgetting his own sword Rowin threw himself at the phantom, a war cry loosening from his lips. The two tumbled in the sky. They hit the ground hard, Rowin landed on his side, crushing his own wing. His jaw echoed with pain, his whole body seemed to ring from the collission with the ground. But a moment after he was up and stood over the other stallion, roaring "Explain to me how we are fool?" His blood flew from his mouth with the spit, spraying the other stallion.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 21, 2018 14:13:24 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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Ruani shook his opponents blood off his claws and swiped away the few stray flecks on his goggles. He gave a wild grin as his opponent shouted back at him, “Oh, it sure will!” he snapped his teeth loudly and pawed at the air. And then his pegasus shot forward, barreling straight at Ruani. With a wild laugh, Ruani plunged down to meet him head on.
They collided in a tangle of wings and legs. The impact sent the breath rushing from Ruani with an unsettling crack, but he pushed the pain down as he struggled to keep his wings beating against the pain in his ribs. Ruani grappled with the smaller pegasus in the air, vying for purchase. He bit at the horse, scratched with his clawed wings, and lashed with his hooves. He felt the same blows repeated against his skin and armor. “Give up,” Rauni hissed through clenched teeth, “Or do you want me to drop you from the sky again?” For added emphasis, Ruani made a move to lock their legs once more, just as he had before. He was a Fury of Serora, trained to fight for his people. There was no way he was losing this fight, not when his friends were fighting alongside him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 17:27:07 GMT -6
Golgotha
they don't like who you are
you won't like where we'll go
Pain itched at every corner of Golgotha's body. She'd been injured a thousand times before, but the unique pain of being beaten was unfamiliar, and draining. She was less flying than she was gliding by this point, her limbs exhausted. Her grip on Liesel seemed to be holding her in the air as much as her wings. Blinking a rapidly-swelling eye, she listened to Liesel speak through a haze.
It couldn't be.
Did Baram know?
They couldn't. They wouldn't.
It didn't occur to Golgotha not to believe her. Golgotha had a reputation for harmless and entertaining tall tales, but she regarded serious matters with a painful honesty. The raw emotion in Liesel's desperate face was enough to make tears sting Golgotha's eyes. Golgotha could never have thought her a liar. A light-headed blackness threatened the corners of Golgotha's vision. It took a sudden drop (as her wings went slack, threatening unconsciousness) to jerk her back into the present. Her strength was failing.
She shook her head to clear it, looked back over her shoulder at the battle. The Serorans were tearing into their opponents, relentless, ruthless. She hated it. She didn't understand how her friends, the joyous and cantankerous furies, had been coaxed to violence so easily. The viciousness with which they fought the Flight sent a jolt of fear and disgust through her. "What is wrong with this place?" She asked Liesel. Cascade's continent had made monsters of her family. "I have to stop this."
"Come," she said, digging deep, finding the last scraps of her strength. Her muscles strained against the weight of her injuries as she swooped upwards, rolling through a vertical loop to go back the way they'd come, back toward the battle.
"Furies!" She watched Ruani laugh with blood on his face. All around her, the Serorans fought with unnatural fervor. "Please."
Her barrel heaved as she roared over the winds. She winced. "Baram was wrong, we're all wrong!" She wasn't far from Liesel, she hoped the sight of the two of them would bring her friends back to reason. 345 words | post 4 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 21, 2018 20:01:21 GMT -6
Peregrine || Freedom's Flight || Post Seven
Ruani was enjoying this just as much as the gray pegasus, it appeared. At least, that was what Peregrine assumed from the wicked smile playing across the other pegasus's face. He felt a rush of fear go through him as the other pegasus threatened to slam him into the earth once more. His wings still ached heavily, and he was not in the mood to be dragged down again. Especially considering that the Fury would be considered the victor of the battle if Peregrine went down again. Besides that, he wasn't sure if he could get himself back up again. As he struggled not to let his legs get locked with Ruani's, Peregrine felt his attention dragged away to the massive mare that had been a forerunner of the battle attempted to get the attention of the fighting horses. Disentangling himself from the other horse, Peregrine pushed himself away, a few beats of his wings taking him far enough from Ruani that he felt he could focus on Golgothica.
He wouldn't say he had respect for the mare because he shared a common trait with her, but he could see the clear difference between her form, and how she wished to appear. Perhaps he wanted to hear what she had to say because of some form of kinship, or perhaps it was because she looked so damned defeated that he just had to know what could have crushed the monstrously large mare's spirit. Whatever it was that made him want to like her, Peregrine wanted to hear what it was she would say, as she begged them all to stop fighting.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 21, 2018 20:17:54 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
  
x | x It took too much to swing his axe now, his muscles trembling.He was tired, he couldn’t catch his breath. Gods, he needed his blessing now more than ever, needed it to force air into his lungs and save him. Ouusaldus was going to die here, was going to suffocate on his own blood while this bastard of a stallion drove his sword into his jugular. Maybe he deserved it, a bloody end to his life like how he had always wanted.
But then the stallion was crashing back into him, sending his mind reeling. His wings flared, dark feathers desperately trying to gain some traction in the air, anything to catch the fall. The ground met them quickly, Ouusaldus shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. A strangled cry escaped from his lungs, blood spilling from his lips. Gods, everything hurt. He wanted to shut his eyes and shy away from everything, his whole body trembling. Opening his eyes, he searched the skies for Liesel, wondering how their own battle was going. Forcing his muscles to work with him, Ouusaldus slowly brought himself to stand, eying his battle axe that had skidded across the stone when they had violently landed. He did not hear the stallion’s remarks, his mind clouded and blurry. Wings hung limply at his sides, doing his best to catch his breath. Gods, it hurt so much.
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Jan 22, 2018 18:12:45 GMT -6
R U A N I
Serora | Fury
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Distantly, Ruani heard shouting from Golgotha, but this was battle and his whole focus was on his opponent. And the rush! He couldn’t hear much aside from the blood rushing through his ears. He’d always been reckless and headstrong, once he started on something, he wouldn’t put it down until he saw it through.
“Hey,” Ruani began as Peregrine pulled away and completely ignored him, but then, a split second before Ruani launched himself back at the pegasus, he saw the direction of his gaze. Directly at Golgotha. She was on the ground and a flurry of thoughts went through Ruani’s head. Was she hurt? Yes and no, not gravely at least. Why was she standing so near that Flight? There was no enmity in that stance, not friendship, but something else. With one last glance at Peregrine, hovering not to far away, Ruani turned and dove towards Golgotha.
He landed heavily, his legs feeling the strain of bruises. “What do you mean?” Ruani asked, the blood still on his face as he trotted towards Golgotha who looked defeated. Utterly defeated. Ruani felt himself pale. “What do you mean?” he whispered as the battle still unfolded around them.
... ... TL;DR: Ruani is gonna have a little crisis after this for sure. ... ... Word Count: 198 Post 7 |
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 22, 2018 19:12:25 GMT -6
WHITAKER Freedom's Flight | Sentinel
She hit him like a wall.
The wind knocked from his lungs, he struggled to flap upward. His shoulder felt like it was knocked off its axis. Grimacing, he pulled another arrow, his left wing struggling frantically to push past the pain and stay in the air.
He fired, but didn't stick around to watch his target. He fell freely into the treetops, his shoulder throbbing too much to keep air under his wings. He hit the ground with a hard thud. Pain screamed through his shoulder. He closed his eyes and wished for death.
The ground was warm and moist. The forest here wasn't as tangled as the Wilds, but had a sense of danger and mystery all its own. It started to drizzle again, water hitting his skin lightly.
Suddenly she was next to him, and he scurried backward, leaning against a thick tree root, glaring. He pulled out his bow.
"You know what they do here, don't you?" He bared his teeth, ears flat against his skull. "We're not sacrificing ourselves for the drama. They kill us here. Throw Pegasi into the sea."
He licked a wound on his knee, attempting to get some rocks out of the scrape. He never let his bow down. It was dark. He could only see her outline. She could kill him here. It was over. He waited for her to give him a fatal blow. That's what she wanted, right?
"But you win. Go defend the murderers. Snuff out my miserable life." Thoughts of Othala swarmed his mind, but he was too broken to feel anything. Maybe she wouldn't miss him.
"Just remember that when the tide recedes and you see the wingbones of brethren long before us, no accident caused their bodies to rot in Cascade's waters." // Whit for this chapter : ) He survives and gets treated for a small fracture on his shoulder blade.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2018 19:36:51 GMT -6
UnityDon't worry mothers
your daughter is a warrior Hooves forced into his body as she pushed upwards with ease. She was no true fighter no, she was made for quick attacks and fleeing upwards. her strength was merely in her speed it was her saving grace, it was why she wore nothing out here. For the armor and everything would through her off balance. She watched as he got to his bow and arrow, that damnable weapon, she cursed as she followed after him, able to finally avoid this arrow as she descended upon him.
She watched as he soon noticed her there and he moved away, she saw the shimmer of metal as he had his bow out and aimed at her. She aimed to break his leg, and weapon to call it a day and wound the next one in her path, but his words caught her by surprise, so she remained still.
'You know what they do here don't you?' He said, yet she remained silent. To say the truth she knew nothing of this foreign country. New not a thing about this place, but besides the Flock was a terrorist within these lands. That was all she needed to know apparently. His next set of words made her mouth go dry, made her stomach drop in the pit of her belly. What? No, it wasn't true, just words of a dead man trying to save his own skin. While he may never know she would not kill him, it was not in her nature, still it made her pause, it made her hold still.
Soon he spoke words of all dying folk, looking death in the eyes. Was that what she was? That didnt sit well for her, yet he continued on and she didn't want to believe it. But if he truly believed he was going to die then why else say it? "We didn't know, there was a treaty, we are a means to end...Sorry.... I...." she paused what else could she say? Nothing. Unity looked at him, he won't die at least not by her hooves. Unity moved back and suddenly was gone from Whit, and soon was taking flight trying to reach the others. If this was true, then by gods... What have they done Alya forgive them. Tears dripped from her eyes and she cursed herself for it, but she was into the air. "Runai, Gogo, Thierry, Glainne, Pred, Creo!" she called out to them in a panic. Her mind still bending around the idea of them being so wrong, soo soo wrong. Their kind was being killed, their bones in the sea for what cause? Did she want to know. She needed the others, please someone tell her this was the trick.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 27, 2018 10:41:37 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to Ouusaldus, Ruani, Liesel, Whitaker, Sonador, Peregrine, Creosote, Glainne, Golgotha, Predwin, Rowin, Thierry, and Unity!
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