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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 15:33:31 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Vagabond Plot 507: First Snow Team Leader: Voidra Participants: Regret, Fletcher, Absinthe, Viktor, Vitali, Gemini, Mary Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: The first snow of the winter has begun to fall. The Cult marks this occasion with its one holiday, the Night of the Bloodletting, where a sacrifice is offered to their dark god, so that his favor may protect them through the winter. This year, a prophetess of Digend has conveyed the god's demand for a unique offering -- you must bring special prey to her sacrificial knife. Fortune seems to have smiled on you. The snowy road is home to several unique travelers tonight: a kirin, an innocent, and a traitor. Location: Roads through the Vastlands Time of Day: Dark, moonless night Current Weather: Flurries before a coming blizzard You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Dec 15, 2017 17:52:03 GMT -6
Mary | Mercenary The night was dark and cold, the occasional snowflake catching on a whisker before either falling again or melting away with a warm breath. Mary kept her head low, avoiding any low hanging branches in the darkness. She couldn't see much farther than the smoke of her breath, as she carried no firelight. It was time to move from the area. She had lingered far longer than intended and her presence was likely known to any other squatters. She traveled light. As snow fell in front of her, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. The first snow meant the cultists would be hunting a youngster. Burning eyes trained on the path before her, Mary gave a solemn sigh. She never took part in a hunt and having abandoned the cult, felt she was at an age that they would ignore her. But as a traitor to their cause, she'd be hunted no matter what. Never mind that. The meadow was a long ways away. Still, the eeriness of the night hung on her like cobwebs. No light to silhouette oncoming creatures and a breeze present enough to make the crisp leaves rattle. It was a perfect night for a hunt.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 20:18:00 GMT -6
 Voidra The Mad DoctorWe'll pay the price with blood and gold
but we never said it'll be our ownThe snow fresh and crisp, nostrils flared taking in the scent of a frozen wonderland before her. Oh what a night to be alive for the Cult celebrated a long lasting tradition, a ritual in a sense. So much had changed in the three months since the new Ascendant had spoken to them. A prophetess of Digend came to them to begin the long tradition of the blood letting. But yet the sacrifice was different, but just as sweet.
Voidra moved the team onward, a bit of pride in her eyes seeing her son come along, a rare event for a no one to accompany them, but perhaps Voidra would see some use of the pathetic thing. Moving forwards Voidra's nostrils flared as she spotted tracks in the snow. A cruel smile growing on her lips as she looked to the team of Disciples. "Seems Digend smiles brightly on us. We will not have to search for them any longer." she chuckled as she stepped back allowing them to eye the tracks and know the scent of the strangers they would be hunting down.
Let them get excited, to feel the adrenaline and thrill of the chase. Let them nip at their horses hocks, hear the scream of panic leave their lips. Surely there will be heroes, for whenever a villain arises, so does a hero, but that;s was Voidra loved best in these scenarios. To see the hero fight, be taken down, to that second of defeat in their faces. Oh it was the richest of treasures. Voidra shifted lightly as she carried her pack with her, inside a project of her own, excited to try it out tonight.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 15, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -6
 Absinthe:Vagabond | Diciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction.Absinthe loved the cold. She let a snowflake grace her tongue and fluffed out how the feathers along her wings to keep the warmth inside. She hadn't hunted in the ritual before. This would be her first night and she couldn't help but feel a dark excitement brewing inside her. She followed in the pack of four other cultists and looked hauntingly between the dreads of her inky black mane at her hunting members. She hadn't spoken to any of them before or really noticed them. She'd kept to herself for the past year causing trouble on her own, studying poisons under a hedgewitch and just being a bother to anyone one around.
Now however she felt connected to her surrogate family. Ahead, Voidra, their leader, stopped and studied the ground where a dusting of snow allowed tracks to settle. She announced with a smile that Digend had blessed them. Absinthe lifted her usually lowered head, ears perked forward in a surge of adrenaline. She pushed her way forward and gathered the faint scent in her nostrils. Her wings half opened, about to leap to the skies to find their prey. But she withheld herself and turned to Voidra, "If you need my wings, I can scout from above?"
Absinthe didn't get excited often. It was only when she was about to do something particularly terrifying did she feel something. And she could feel the night was going to be something special and terrifying.
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 15, 2017 22:06:19 GMT -6
THE GEMINI
CARINA | ANDROMEDA The Gemini, by all accounts, was not accustomed to the biting cold with which they were surrounded. To make the situation even more loathsome, the Gemini’s puppeteers were growing tired. They had begun their day of travel bickering, warring with each other over control. Carina wished to take to fringes of whatever territory they were within; she assumed that following a coastline would negate the possibility of becoming lost in a territory in which everything looked the same. Andromeda wished to find the quickest route away from the desert they had found themselves in only months before. They replayed Ishmael’s words in tandem. Go, walk north and you will find your answers. Or something along those lines. The sisters had not cared enough of the stallion to listen so closely. They had run from a war of strangers and into a land of them. They had not seen another soul on their path. Their body stumbled, jolting both sisters up to full awareness. “Rest sister, if I cannot find a shelter for the night then you must have some strength of mind to drive us forward.” Carina’s voice was soft, even within their shared consciousness, but Andromeda’s already absent. The passionate sister already slept, needing only permission to seek her respite. The Gemini shuddered again with the cold air. They trodded on further, slowly, warily. The sisters so often accustomed to the other’s presence found the quiet of the unified mind terrifying. In tandem, the rest of the landscape became ominous. “Oh sister, I despise being alone during the night.” Carina, or rather the Gemini, muttered to themselves aloud. But perhaps they would not be alone much longer.
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Post by SagaWolf on Dec 16, 2017 10:36:13 GMT -6
It was the time of year which Fletcher loved the most. Not because of the traditional hunt but because of the frost and bite in the air, and sooner or later the coat of snow covering everything. He'd grown a thicker coat which gave him a fluffier appearance than usual and made the cold bearable and enjoyable. He'd still make use of his animal skin and he'd still settle down in front of a fire, happily so, but for now, all of his excess equipment had been hidden away, leaving him with only a small dagger strapped to his upper leg, just in case.
Tying back his long mane with a piece of bark ripped from a young tree, Fletcher followed his fellow Cultists as casually as ever. He was calm and collected, having experienced the chase many times in his life, and knew to temper himself and reserve his energy. Yet as Voidra announced their luck, a ripple of energy tore through him, making his physical form blur and ripple for a moment, before he regained control of his energy and corrupted blessing.
Huffing deeply, Fletcher took in the faint scent of their prey, exhaling thick clouds of white, and chuckling at the eagerness he detected in the 'newcomer' Absinthe.
"Are you sure you can see anything in this blessed darkness? " he asked softly, his gruff voice holding an almost fatherly tone to it. Entirely false, of course, but he did wonder if the pegasus wouldn't be flying blind in the darkness, with no moon to light the soft new snow.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 20, 2017 6:01:42 GMT -6
VIKTOR
Disciple
The stage was set, snow had just began to fall and the night was as dark as they came. Viktor thought it was fitting and excitement crawled through his skin at the thought of what was to come. The Bloodletting should not be easy. Challenges would make it all the more satisfying of a night, but it would also make their sacrifice even more worth while. Around him followers of Digend spread out across the road, all vastly different equines that Viktor knew by sight if not some by name. He didn't make it a habit of hanging around other Cultists much, if at all, however this was different. This was a ritual. This would bring Digend to them.
Voidra's voice was like a jolt of electricity, making his heart race as he strode forward to check out the tracks she had found. His ears flicked as the excitement radiated throughout their group, Absinthe being the first one to speak up showing off her eagerness and inexperience all at the same time. Fletcher was quick to respond and Viktor grinned. "Don't be too eager to take off just yet." It wouldn't be long now before they found someone, but that didn't mean they should expend their energy just yet. "You wouldn't want to burn out just as things begin to heat up."...  ... Word Count: 222 Post 1 |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 26, 2017 10:07:29 GMT -6
 RegretMolten eyes
and a smile
for warRegret was clearly unsure of why he was here following along after his mothers hoof steps. He tried to stay as close as she would allow and avoid the others. he did not trust hem, and their ways. How easy it was for them to kill, and it was not uncommon for the cult to quickly turn in on itself. Like a snake eats it own tail. They could be their own demise.
So he wondered why was he here? What purpose did he serve the cult and Digend? Could this be a test, his mother spoke fondly of tests from the divine, How not every horse in land could serve Digend. One must earn their worth, be tested of such things. So he prayed this was perhaps his chance to shine. Though he quickly assumed his mother had some twisted dark plot for him in this event. Mother could not allow for failure, and he'd be damned if he was the failure. If he was, he knew he'd have to run. He couldnt... no he wouldn't return a failure. If anything he would be the sacrifice to Digend, but his mother probably would not allow him the privilege and kill him herself.
Eyes glanced to the others as they spoke of a plan, and it seemed all weight heavily on his mothers shoulder. This was not her first hunt nor would it be her last. Still many looked towards her guidance and Regret found himself holding his breath waiting for the signal.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 26, 2017 10:19:45 GMT -6
Voidra The Mad DoctorWe'll pay the price with blood and gold
but we never said it'll be our own Voidra waited as she watched the others. Feeling the electricity of their excitement bounce of them like currents. It made her chest swell wiht pride, it made her eager to lead them all to the glory of Digend. How every tradition, ever sacrifice was getting them closer and closer to their God. Oh how many believed their were mad, lost a few bolts within their mind. But explain her gift? Now corrupted with darkness. She could build her own skeletal monsters. Her connection with Kaia gone, but it wasn't as if she cared. The gods was an ends to a means. Use others to bring glory to Digend.
The group talked and Voidra nodded her head. "We move to encircle them. On this moonless night it would be exhausting and dangerous for all of us to try and chase them down like rabbits. We close around them and trap them in. Bring them to their knees." she remarked darkly and with a nod of her head she made the signal.
"Go now. I'll bring up the rear. Team up and take the right or the left." she remarked as she eyed her son and snorted a bit. It wasn't as if she was horrified at the idea of bringing her son, but perhaps Digend could use him. This was a chance to awaken the weak shivering thing. If so perhaps there was actual value to its life. A reason she did not kill him the day he was born. "Stay close to one of them." she hissed to her nothing of a son. Voidra dared not to spend another second with her own child.
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 28, 2017 10:50:17 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Diciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. Absinthe received her answer from a fluffy looking stallion. She leaned towards his warm tone attracted to it. She knew who these people were. She knew what they did for a living. And she knew she could trust none of them.
“Oh, but I see even better in the dark.” She gave him a wink and fluffed her feathers up against the cold, trying to not feel like a child being scolded. She may be young and this may be her first Bloddletting, but she was still stronger and smarter than the little runt running along Voidra’s side. At least she wasn’t the youngest in the group.
A stallion with horns made for bloodletting spoke to her next. She barely registered his words. He was much too gorgeous to listen to. But she made a point to respond to what he said. “I do suppose you’re right. Though with all this anticipation charging the air around us I’m surprised one of us hasn’t exploded from the wait.” She gave him a more brooding look, hiding her eyes behind her tangled hair.
And then, Voidra gave the word. Absinthe took action and went left. Her breath fogging the air around her as she could feel herself moving closer to her target. “I’ll take left. Anyone can come with.” She flicked her tail and spread her wings, stretching. “I’ll stay on foot though. For now. Wouldn’t want to make things too fun quite yet.” She gave a wide toothy grin, verging on crazy. She couldn’t contain the excitement of creating this amount of chaos. She hoped she would glimpse Digend this night in his physical form or in her dreams afterwards. Ooo! This was just too much fun.
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Post by SagaWolf on Dec 29, 2017 7:54:39 GMT -6
Fletcher chuckled at Absinthe's words and the way she fluffed her feathers, winking at him. He was curious about her because she was new and he was curious about her because she was feathered and those pegasi always pulled him in. He listened to the exchanged words, smirking at Viktor's very true statement before paying rapt attention to Voidra. He agreed wholly with her plan, nodding silently while casting a sideways glare at the Nothing, warning the child to stay away.
Absinthe was the first to break off and Fletcher's curiosity about her meant that he was hot on her heels, taking the left flank. He wanted to see her in action, needed to judge her capability and see for himself that she was truly devoted to Digend.
He moved gracefully through the darkness, staying by the side and a little behind the feathered Disciple, testing her eyesight perhaps, while scenting the air and checking for tracks at all times. His physical form began to blur and warp as he invoked his Corrupted blessing which had forever cut him free of Argus and cemented his passion for Digend. He did not warn Absinthe as he became more and more ghastly to look upon, a horse like shape with hardly a trace of a face. A chaotic monstrosity.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 3, 2018 6:32:04 GMT -6
VIKTOR
Disciple
Viktor smirked at Absinthe's response. Rather typical for a first timer, but he had to agree, he was more than ready to begin this hunt. Voidra's words only fueled his growing hunger and he could feel the burning desire to feel connected with their God grow even stronger. Absinthe wasted no time, disappearing into the night, quickly followed by Fletcher. Viktor laughed, a cold but amused sound. "Looks like I'll take the right," he said, not even looking at the child Voidra had brought along for the hunt. There was no way Viktor was being stuck baby sitting, especially tonight. That thing could get lost in the woods for all he cared. A nothing didn't belong on the night of bloodletting anyway. This was for those who had already shown their devotion to their god. Viktor launched himself down the path, his long prehensile tail wiggling in anticipation, his nose to the ground, following the scent trail. It wouldn't be long now, Digend would have the perfect sacrificial lamb or...lambs. Soon, soon the God of Chaos would rise.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jan 3, 2018 8:24:52 GMT -6
Mary | Mercenary
Something sounded in the dark. Mary stooped dead in her tracks, ears rotating to zero in on the noise. It was probably a deer. Carefully switching her tail up to rule out a snagged twig, she knew something else was in the woods tonight. She could only hear the one. Must be a deer. Mary picked up her pace again as this was not a night she wanted to be caught alone. Burning red eyes flitted about between silhouettes silently hoping to see something other than trees, but at the same time, hoping to see nothing at all. The snow continued to fall. Only a few flurries stuck to the dried plants before being brushed off by the red mare. The combined efforts of a rogue snowflake and the sound of rustled feathers made the unicorn jerk her head around to peer behind, a sickle horn catching on a leafless bush and ripping through. Again she froze. Son of a bitch. She felt air roar out of her nostrils as fear crept in. Standing like a deer in an empty meadow, she waited. What ever lurked in the dark could easily pick out the popping of twigs as the cold air carried the noise further and further away. She would wait. Just as she had always done. ------ words - 217 |
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 6, 2018 23:43:44 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Diciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. Suddenly Absinthe had seen something. It was like going blind but she swore she saw a creature up ahead. As she turned behind her to see if anyone was following she almost bolted. Fletcher wasn't Fletcher. He was something horrible. She had a sick urge to draw nearer to it even though her logical mind was telling her to run.
Swallowing down here fear, she spoke to Fletcher, "I think I see someone up ahead." She nodded her head towards a figure growing closer. "I'm going to go introduce myself." She gave the figure that was once Fletcher an uneasy look. If she could lure the wanderer closer maybe Fletcher could jump them.
Slowly she trotted forward. Fluffing her feathers and taking on an innocent look she took a step in front of the traveller's path. Down the path was a creature of history. A Kirin. Absinthe almost screamed in excitement. She couldn't believe their luck.
Glancing behind her at Fletcher's nightmarish figure, she continued to lure the traveller in. "Hello? Hi! Oh I thought I'd never see another face out in the darkness! Do you have any spare flint? It's getting awfully cold out here and I used up my last bit last night." She gave an airy laugh and pretended to fluff up against the cold. She may have never done this before, but she was a Cultist. And her god was Digend. She knew how to handle things. Well at least she hoped.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 7, 2018 19:13:17 GMT -6
THE GEMINI
CARINA | ANDROMEDA She became aware of company but a minute before the other equine actually spoke. Carina did not rouse her sister, not yet, even as she warily tracked the other's movements. When it finally did speak, Carina made known her discomfort with the flattening of her ears and the narrowing of her eyes. At the mare's inquiry, however, she relaxed. If only a bit. Something about the situation still tickled her nerves, but she had no reason to fear the other, as so far. "My sister and I do not carry flint." Carina responded in the monotone voice of her host. She tipped her head in sympathy. "You would be far better off finding another traveller." At the very same moment her ears snapped towards another sound. The harsh ripping of a bush. Even with the wind, it was unmistakably caused by an animal. Whether or not it was another equine such as the anonymous traveller and the sisters, Carina did not know. The Gemini raised their head further, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation as a whole. It was so interesting that one thing from the ordinary could throw one into the spiral of paranoia. "Perhaps you should investigate into the sound, wanderer. It sounded like an animal. You might run into another far more kitted out than I." It was as clear a dismissal as Gemini would offer. They stepped forward, away from the mare, eyes searching behind the unwelcome visitor and settling on the odd shadows cast underneath the sparse trees of the Vastlands. "You have a friend with you?" They asked quietly, unable to make out the shape.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 10, 2018 17:44:16 GMT -6
Voidra The Mad DoctorWe'll pay the price with blood and gold
but we never said it'll be our own A proud smile grew on her lips as she watched them race off into the darkness. Let Digend be known to their grand acts. Voidra began to loop forwards with ease, her eyes glanced back as her son remained hidden into the shadows away from prying eyes as the others were never keen on Nothings. It was not as if she blamed them, Nothings were in every sense that. Yet as she looked to her own child, she felt emotions she wish was as dead those buried beneath the soil.
"Come my son." she remarked. In moment alone with the two she acknowledges her son, lets him be withing her presence with ease. Voidra although she hates her child, knows he is apart of Digend's grand scheme and deserves a place among them. It's why she was given this. A potion. Voidra watched as her son on nervous legs. Time to prove themselves she thought. Her soon approached looking up to her with wild eyes. "Open you mouth." she commanded, as she popped the top of the potion off and soon tipped it into her sons mouth. "Drink it all." she whispered gently as her son drank the potion.
Voidra took a step back smiling as her soon began to age, pride growing in her chest as bones bend and cracked and warped in shape. Mad laughter filled the air as for once she could say she was proud of her son. He was something instead of a nothing. He would grow stronger then his mother, far more clever then herself. He would be the next stage. "Go my son, find the traitor. I'll follow."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 10, 2018 17:52:33 GMT -6
RegretMolten eyes
and a smile
for war The drink tasted like nothing he had experienced. Tears fell from his face, he did not want anymore, but the fear of not obeying was worse. Soon it was done and Regret winced in pain as his body conversed on the ground. His bones felt like they were lava, the pain was to much, but no sound escaped his lips. Instead his body morphed and warped. Pupils widened before he stood up on shaky legs and heaved greatly. He looked up and found himself making eye contact with his mother.
A devils grin on her face as she laughed with delight. This was what she wanted? Was she finally proud? Was she finally happy with himself. Regret took a moment to look at himself, he was already aged well, wobbly a bit, but it seemed his muscles knew the rhythm of movement. Voidra spoke to him to make her proud find the traitor and he sniffed the ground to where she showed, follow the scent a bit, he knew who it would be.
With a simple nod, she tossed him her a unicorn's skull to place on his head as she tied bits of his mane with bones and for once he saw his mother smile fondly at him. He was no longer the child she hated, but now someone that had worth value in her eyes.
"Of course mother." he remarked and suddenly he was bounding forwards, shaky at first but was quick to learn and within seconds he was following his best to find the traitor known as Mary.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 11, 2018 8:05:34 GMT -6
The faceless monstrosity which was Fletcher, somehow gave off the impression of grinning widely when Absinthe turned to see him changed. He managed to hold back the laught bubbling in his chest, mildly impressed with her forced calmness. "Yes, very good, " he mumbled in response to her plan. She could easilly distract the poor sod wandering alone on this moonless night, allowing Fletcher to melt into the surrounding darkness.
He kept his focus on the conversation as Absinthe sucessfully located a potential victim (or two? A voice had said 'sister and I', suggesting another wanderer nearby), and using the sound of their voices as his guide, Fletcher weaved through trees and bushes paralel with the barely visible path, coming to a halt several meters up front.
Fletcher could barely make out the shapes in the darkness which hopefully meant they could barely make him out in turn, which was perfect. The icy, bitting wind carried their conversation to him, and when he heard the stranger ask 'You have a friend with you? ' he took that as his cue to step out onto the path and slowly move towards Absinthe and the stranger.
And oh what a stranger! When finally he was able to make out her form, Fletcher gasped softly, an exhale of white fog from a blurring horse-shape with a head that refused to take on a face. He fancied himself a ghost, an evil spirit when taking this form, but he was nothing compared to a living, breathing kirin. He had heard rumors of their return, had heard from others who swore they had met or at least seen one, but he hadn't put much stock into their words. Not until now.
"She is magnificent! " he growled out darkly, warping his already deep gravely voice. "What a vision, " he carried on, taking a step forward with each word.
"Your death will please our Lord immensely... "
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 18, 2018 3:40:23 GMT -6
VIKTOR
Disciple
There was something enjoyable about watching someone twitch, spook and jump at the slightest of sounds. Viktor couldn't help the grin on his face as he followed the red mare through the forest like a hungry shadow. He felt like a wolf, or a tiger, stalking their prey and biding their time. It was exhilarating and while she heard him at some points but Viktor wasn't worried, he had all night and he planned on enjoying every minute of it. He laughed, a cold sound that echoed throughout the woods.
Viktor didn't make any effort to hide himself when she finally stopped. Frozen in the snow, looking ever so beautiful. Viktor couldn't wait to paint the snow in her blood. "Why, good evening Miss," his words were sweet and laced with persuasive words. "What a beautiful night to be out. First snow has always been a favourite of mine." He strode towards her, locking eyes as he reached out for Medulla's gift, the corrupt blessing from Argus. A smile slid across his lips, "don't you worry my dear. I won't hurt you."
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 19, 2018 14:42:47 GMT -6
THE GEMINI
CARINA | ANDROMEDA The deep growl that rolled forth from the shadowed monstrosity's mouth was enough to throw the cold blanket of terror over Gemini. They remained quiet, staring forth at both strangers, noting quickly that though she had begun to walk, if she wanted to stay out of reach of the newcomer she'd have to stop in place. So stop they did. Carina eying up both. "Your Lord is not my Lord; what is a god to a non-believer?" The Gemini's monotonous voice droned quietly, its body momentarily relaxing as Carina woke her sister. The message was clear. Their host was in danger. They were in danger. Andromeda's passion, her quick fury, her bloodlust, rolled to the surface of their emotions, but still Carina held her sister back. "Nor do I intend to roll over, the sacrificial lamb." The kirin said dully, her eyes blazing with rippling unease and impatience. The Gemini lowered its horns, taking a defensive posture. Quietly, the control of the body was passed over to the war-mongering sister. This was familiar. Andromeda remembered this. The glory of the fight, the beauty of it. So, she gathered herself quietly. Waited for the catalyst to the fight.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 19, 2018 20:23:05 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Disciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. With Fletcher's approval and excitement Absinthe felt her body begin to quiver. Was this the one? Were they really going to take down a Kirin? She felt almost conflicted. They were supposed to be extinct. Gone. Eradicated from Hireath. But they were rare. This was like a sparkling gem in the dark night.
She glanced at Fletcher, shuddering internally at his form, and gave him a wide grin. "Oh he'll be beyond pleased."
"You don't have to roll over." She turned towards the Kirin, saw her lower her massive antlers and gave a terrifying cackle. "We'll gladly fight you down!" She took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them. Absinthe wasn't really built for taking down a horse with antlers that big. But she had massive wings.
She snapped them out from her sides and brought the quickly in front of her, creating a snowy, dirt filled gust of wind. She hoped this would tempt the Kirin to lift her head. Making it easier for the two of them to corral her without any injuries.
Now Absinthe was all serious. She felt the hunt really setting in. Fletcher had done this all before. So she trusted him to do what he needed. She would follow him either way he decided to go. He was her teacher in this and she didn't want to mess it up.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jan 19, 2018 21:27:48 GMT -6
Mary | Mercenary
There came a rumbling from the dark, distant, but present. Out from the dark stepped a short, but lithe figure, thin horns piercing the air above his head. The stocky unicorn set her hooves square to spread her weight evenly on the cold ground. The way he moved was casual. Too casual. An arrogant air took over the flurries and gave them shivers of their own. Mary hunched her neck taking position similar to a charging bull.
"What a beautiful night to be out. First snow has always been a favourite of mine."
She only heard the first word, what followed she could have sworn she heard as well, but it rang in her mind like an old bell.. The second was but noise, soothing to her ears. She believed him, what ever he said.
"A childish thing to favor. The first snow always carries danger." She made no attempt to break eye contact, her fiery eyes burned with old rage against his red. "It is foolish to be cau-" The rumbling had reached them. From the shadows, a stained skull came barreling forward. Mary's eyes widened. She was the fool.
"DARK CRAFT" She screamed at the figures before her. Somehow this stranger had put her at ease with mere words. "Still cowering behind manipulative tongues." The growl of her voice was harsh, as if she couldn't control the amount of air she was expending. Mary swallowed her fear of the Cult and summoned forth the contempt she felt instead. The new figure looked to carry an odd youth, despite being mature at first glance. Taking a committed step forward, she spoke once more. "Can't you see that you're lost."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 21, 2018 19:00:37 GMT -6
RegretMolten eyes
and a smile
for war Nostrils flared taking in the scent of his prey as mother had taught him when he was a mere babe, now he was something else, older, but different, yet still the same. As he lingered within the darkened shadows, he watched as Viktor spoke to Mary one of the targets. He was doing something, he did not know much of the others gifts, but he watched as the other mare seemed to go off in a trance perhaps? He wasn't sure, but all he knew was he found Mary, and such a shame she was not alone. Yet he liked the idea of Viktor losing his prey, for didn't his mother tell him not to play with their prey especially on something like this.
He felt the presence of his mother lurking in the shadows near him. "Well done Regret. Find the others, tell them we bring them both in, alive." she hissed out to him. Regret eyed Viktor and Mary, narrowing his eyes but nodded none the less. He would obey, earn his worth. Still it pained him not to attack, but his purpose was elsewhere.
Soon he took to following the scent of Fletcher and Absinthe. He found them, but what he found was a scent he remember, but the sight gave him c shiver down his spine. A Kirin! What a find, no wonder mother wanted them both. A prize to be had, still Regret watched the two. All this talking with their prey it was boring to the teenager. He found their words pointless, but the Kirin was confused in the sense, so perhaps one of them had a gift like Viktor, he only prayed to Digend, he would not get a gift that was used for words. He was merely watchful. He watched and soon stepped out from the shadows, his form now doubled in size he looked to the two Cults. "Bring the Kirin, Voidra said they are both to come back with us. Alive." he remarked looking out from the skull on his face.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 21, 2018 19:08:42 GMT -6
Voidra The Mad DoctorWe'll pay the price with blood and gold
but we never said it'll be our own Voidra watched as her son moved off to tell the others, Digend needed both of these souls, one had already vanished, not as if Voidra would complain. It made it easier to round up with the odds in their favor. Of course she looked forwards onto Mary and she chuckled, which turned to laughing as she stepped out from the shadows. Her pack shifting as bones rumbled within.
"Mary, Mary, Mary. I did not think I would see you so close to these lands." she chuckled a bit. "Quite a bit of a shame for you honestly." she sneered as she neared the mare, and looked to Viktor giving him a nod. "Come now, you knwo what this means. Perhaps its best you come with us willing." she purred out as began to circle walking as she spoke. Her eyes hardened on Mary, the traitor. How dare she walk the same grounds, but perhaps Digend had a plan for her as well. A way to show, that Digend's way is always law and one does not break it without consequences.
With the rustle of her bags bones seemed to break from the bag morphing together into a beast. A skeletal wolf with two hands snapping and grinding their teeth. "You've missed out on a lot." She remarked with delight. Eyes looked to Viktor. "We need her alive, the others are bringing the second one as well. It seems the third one slipped away, a pity, but no one else shall." Voidra remarked as she dashed forwards willing to bull rush Mary.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 22, 2018 1:57:02 GMT -6
VIKTORDisciple
He almost had her. Almost. If it weren't for that damned spawn of Voidra, Viktor would have had her following him like a baby lamb. The change was imminent as soon as she saw the skull on the kid's face and he knew he had lost her. Viktor pinned his ears and growled, lashing his long tail against his hocks. That damned nothing. Regret might have grown in body but he still lacked experience and that might have cost them. Viktor dropped his act, unsurprised to hear the cold laughter of Voidra as she finally caught up with them. It was a good thing that he could adapt to new plans and Voidra was pretty easy to follow. If you knew what to look for.
Following Voidra's lead, he began to circle Mary, in the opposite direction of Voidra. His gleaming red eyes locked on her as he listened to Voidra's words. He could practically smell the fear coming off of her and could feel his grin grow wider. At Voidra's signal though, Viktor made a move to block Mary's potential path away from Voidra, expecting the skeletal creature to block any other path. She would be theirs.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 23, 2018 0:39:09 GMT -6
Absinthe:Vagabond | Diciple
vagarious (adj.) erratic and unpredictable in behavior or direction. As she flapped her wings forward, the small foal following Voidra suddenly appeared behind them. She almost kicked the poor thing. She ignored the fact that he had grown so big so quickly and heeded his words.
"I know they call you "Nothing". But I need your help now if you want the Kirin. She's not quite all there though, so it should be easy. Fletcher is keeping her busy with his gift." She kept her wings extended trying to disorient the tired Kirin while she spoke to the child, Regret. She didn't dislike him or like him. She didn't know him or his story. She could care less. And in this moment she only cared to do her first Bloodletting correctly.
She then turned to the Kirin. "I can see you're not quite all there. It would be really against your odds to fight back. There are three of us against you. Come with us quietly and we won't hurt you...well not too badly anyways." She snickered, feeling her strength well up inside her. She was well rested and fed. And she'd only been out in the cold for less than a day.
"How about you cut off her escape?" She lowered her voice to the gangly colt. "Fletcher if you can give her a little push this way." Absinthe was not a planner. Nor did she have the talent of improvisation. She was flying blind with this. All she could do was keep the Kirin focused on her and direct her lack of confidence to the back of her mind. She bit her lip and took some more steps closer to the Kirin, preparing to attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2018 18:23:56 GMT -6
a conclusion. The cultists' dogged pursuit of you ends with melee in the snow. The soft silence of the blizzard muffles your struggle to be free, but you are overpowered, and half-dragged back to the cult's camp. Conversation is minimal, limited to more muttering about Digend's prophetess and her will. Your fate, you realize with bitter sickness, is in the grasp of this stranger, and her interpretation of the false god's wishes.
You heard once that Digend was a god of luck. You can do little other than hope that he's on your side.
You are dragged before an altar that is free of snow and, you surmise, freshly constructed for the gruesome holiday. The lack of fires burning in this camp is strange to you; the cult must not plan to linger. Despite this, the cultists do not shiver. They curl and uncurl their necks, toss their heads, paw in delight at the chance to win their patron's favor. You don't feel cold either, you suppose, merely numb.
Your hearing is muffled, but you can make out one of the Cultists addressing the mare behind the altar, and your eyes finally focus: "We found them in the woods," a Disciple reports, grinning with malice, and you look at the prophetess's eyes. They're blood red, and calm. You are astonished by her youth, by the cold way she regards the two sacrifices kneeling before her. You become aware of the snow biting your knees as she closes her eyes. Is she praying? Is she listening for Digend? ... Or is she pretending? She's practically a child, and the only one who isn't frothing for your death. Perhaps she's a prisoner too.
"Digend accepts this gift," her voice is steady and clear; it brings the crowd to a fever pitch. "But." And this is where her eyes meet yours. The silence isn't immediate; the crowd hushes in waves, giving you an opportunity to study the prophetess's face.
Her pale features are surrounded by a wild flaxen mane, and an elaborate crown of flowers shadows her blood-red eyes as she locks her gaze onto yours, her expression secretive and significant. You nod, subtly, almost frantically, in a moment of understanding.
"Digend believes they have purpose. He believes they will be needed in our world before they serve him in the next." The cultists murmur in shock, and you let out a ragged breath.
"They will be our prisoners."
It is the first time Astrid saves your life.
Your plot is complete.
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