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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 24, 2018 15:32:31 GMT -6
Location: Near Breimian southern border, heading inland. Time of Day: Dusk Current Weather: Cloudy skies
..:E V A R I S:.. At dusk the moon climbed up to take its place in the sky, taking its time as the suns slowly went to bed. What was left of the light cast over the plains and trees, bouncing off leaves and tall grass. When the world seemed to be at peace, three equines disturbed the slumber of the very nature around them. One ran with a leather bag filled to the brim with shards, pushing against the ground beneath her as the two others went on quick pursuit.
A burst of thundering hooves crossed between the trees and through the dirt, tearing up grass in the pegasus’ wake. The bag of shards clung to her back, secured and hitting against her barrel as she ran. Her labored breathing was drowned out by her thoughts, her concentration on what lied ahead. It was getting dark as the sun set over the hills, which made it much harder for her to see, but she did not stop. Through the thundering of her own hooves she almost didn’t noticed the incoming pounding of two others.
Everything had been fine up till then. She became acutely aware of the consequences that followed her actions, which only drove her to push herself harder, to keep on running. Her wings flapped by her sides, moving to prepare to lift from the ground. At the very least she had an advantage of taking to the skies, but how long would she be able to stay above them? Each feather felt heavier than it had before with the anxiety of being caught, the fear of the aftermath. A knot in her chest caught itself, gripping her with the realization that this wouldn’t simply be over with. Her wings beat against the air beneath them. She was almost ready to take off. With no weapons to her name quite yet, her life depended on escaping. This was her victory, and they weren’t going to take that from her.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 24, 2018 17:07:30 GMT -6
 ║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
He never should have trusted her. He shouldn't have agreed to partner with the both of them. Now he was injured, and out of pay. The small handful of shards he held meant nothing. Ears pinned flat against his head, Yasuo threw the handful aside, his single red eye focusing on the moving figure ahead of him and Sinarin. Working alone was the better option. Always.
Noticing the flapping of her wings, the pale thief let out a throaty noise of fury, drawing his single dagger and holding it at the ready. She was not leaving. Not without that bag. He couldn't hit the bag strap to maybe knock it off of her. But her wings... He had a bigger chance of hitting those. He had one shot, and this was not a throwing knife. But if he could at least graze it, if not impale it in her wing, it might slow her down.
Raising the blade, Yasuo's eyes narrowed, focusing on her beating wings. He tried to steady his breathing as best he could with his legs pounding the dirt below. She was not leaving. After a moment, Yasuo threw the dagger towards her flapping wings, praying to no one in particular that he had timed it right and it would hit. At least buy them time.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 26, 2018 10:36:37 GMT -6
Sinarin This was turning out to be one hell of a day. Plans going awry, kids getting held hostage, conspirator cutting himself to make things believable, and then the third of their number making off with the fucking loot. A constant stream of curses ran through the stallion's mind as he galloped along, his nose near Yasuo's shoulder. He was the slowest of the party, it seemed, the white thief just a bit quicker, but damn that pegasus. She also had the advantage of wings, as well as the headstart--but she was more weighed down too. "Kaia's tits," Sin growled as he watched Yasuo throw away a handful of shards. He'd have to try and remember where they were later. Right now it didn't matter, they had a better prize in mind, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let any of the shiny currency go to waste if he could help it. Course, Yasuo might be thinking the same thing, and Sin wasn't about to fight with him over the paltry sum he knew it had been. When he heard wings begin to beat, he drew in a quick, labored breath. "No she doesn't," he hissed out, pulling a throwing knife out of his saddlebag even as he saw his masked comrade ready a dagger and throw it at those feathered appendages. Looking to see where Yasuo had thrown his weapon, Sin readied his own, aiming it toward Evaris' other wing, and quickly yanking out another dagger. If that one didn't hit, he was going to fire another. And then another. He had six shots plus his faithful dagger, and he'd exhaust them all to make sure she stayed grounded and those shards in their reach. Some of them were /his/ damn it. Post 1 | WC 294 |
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 28, 2018 16:27:22 GMT -6
  
..:E V A R I S:.. Her wings beat hard against the air beneath them, glancing back once as she continued to run. Her breathing become more erratic. They pulled out their weapons. Gods, if only she had her old cutlass, or anything really to defend herself. Mentally she cursed her old crew for stripping her of her position and her prized possession. If that didn’t happen, she wouldn’t have been here today, being chased after, on land, over shards. Now more than ever she wished for a ship to sail on. Her eyes focused on the path ahead of her, readying to take to the air. With a glance up to an opening she pushed herself up from the ground, lifting off. With her wings beating, a sudden stinging pain emerged from her left wing. One knife had torn through her feathers, causing her to bleed. It grazed over the flesh, thankfully though it had grazed the surface, nothing more. A strangled breath erupted from her mouth, trying to mask the pain, though the expression in her eyes and face were clear. They were willing to strike her down. She got more panicked, and visibly so. Evaris kept moving up to breach the tree line, to leave. It was much harder now with her injury, her flight pattern noticeably unbalanced. Come on, just a little- She roared in pain, letting out a loud noise that would alert anyone or anything nearby, as she plummeted to the ground. A second knife had lodged into her wing, striking such a pain that she had never experienced before. A million thoughts flew through her mind. The fall felt like eternity, and yet it was only a few seconds, maybe less. A loud thud pronounced the fall to be over. Birds cawed and speedily flew away, spooked by the noise.
She felt everything and nothing at the same time as her body struggled for a moment to breath. The wind had been knocked out of her. For a moment she almost forgot how to breath, when a rush of air flooded her lungs when she gasped for it. The world spun around her as a swirling vortex, unending and trying to engulf her, trying to pull her away from reality. To say the least, she was stunned. Blood coated her feathers where the knives breached the skin, while one of them stayed lodged into her flesh. Crimson red blood dropped from the wound and onto the grass.
The shards that once held well inside of her bag had fallen out onto the ground, spilling part of the contents out. When she came to, she rolled onto her stomach, moving to push herself up on her feet as soon as possible. The left wing hugged against her side, folding, while the right lowered. Her feathers brushed against the grass as the wing was practically limp. All she could hear was her heart pumping a mile an hour. The pain wasn’t as bad as it should have been for now as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She had to escape.
TL;DR Evaris began to fly, when the knives struck her wings. She plummeted to the ground, thus landing on her back and dropping the bag. Now she’s trying to get back up. However, she's not fully on her feet quite yet.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 29, 2018 11:08:24 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
The dagger only grazed her. Yasuo grit his teeth, furious that it had only grazed, despite it seeming to scare her. He only hoped they would be able to catch up now... A flash of silver caught his eye, and he watched a second weapon strike her other wing, this one hitting deeply. A flash of joy surged in his chest from the sight of her struggling to take off, yet his expression remained one of anger and fury.
The roar in pain, and the heavy thud onto the ground rang in his ears, and Yasuo let out a small, throaty snarl in return. He saw the shards spilling onto the ground now. But he was beginning to grow more angry at her betrayal then not getting his pay. He wanted her to pay for this, dearly. His father would do that if he or his brothers had even dared to think about a stunt like this.
Thundering across the ground, closing the gap between them faster and faster, Yasuo readied his muscles to practically tackle her. If it stunned her, it gave them that much more time. A furious shout clawed its way up his throat as he lunged, leaping towards her, bodies harshly colliding and landing on the dirt once more. Scrambling to get up, the breath slightly knocked out of him, Yasuo briefly looked for his dagger, seeing it lodged in a tree some distance away. Ugh. Hooves it was.
Feet finally getting under him, Yasuo's gaze landed on the pegasi, single red eye beaming with fury. He kicked off of the ground, again lunging at her, this time with the intent to strike her with his hooves and dig deep chasms in her side. If she got out of this, it would not be without heavy injury. He would make sure of that. If she even breathed after this.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 30, 2018 12:53:15 GMT -6
The dual colored stallion didn't even feel a twinge of regret when that scream of pain rang out through the words, startling any fauna that hadn't otherwise already been spooked off by the thundering sound of all their hooves. Instead, he felt a thrill of triumph, for he knew the throwing knife had sunk in deep, rendering her wing useless for her take off attempt. Silver gaze watched her fall to the ground stunned, crystal shards falling from her bag all around her, to lie glittering against the brown earth and undergrowth.
The pegasus was trying to climb to her feet when Yasuo tackled her, a raw shout grating from his throat. The sound grated against Sinarin's ears as he skidded to a halt beside them, panting, as the white thief rose to his feet. Lips parted for a furious rant at Evaris, when he saw his white comrade rear back, looking for all the world like he was going to come crashing down into the mare's stomach with his hooves. "Mother's Mercy," Sin snapped, throwing himself sideways to body check the younger stallion and knock him off balance.
"Hey, Yasuo, are you trying to kill her? I think taking away her wings is good enough. For now," the older thief barked, feeling like a colt sitter as he snapped his gaze back to the injured equine in front of them. "And you, Alya's sweet ass WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? We each have a third of that loot, so don't you dare think of running again. Drop the bag, honey. Now," Sin snapped, at the same time reaching forward and yanking his throwing knife from her wing with his teke. Oh, he knew it was going to hurt her when he did that, and he couldn't help but relish the expression on her face. He might not be up for killing her at the moment, but he wasn't above the pettiness of causing her more pain for her transgression.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Feb 2, 2018 22:57:57 GMT -6
   ..:E V A R I S:..
It was like the world slowed down as she looked up. One second she was standing, ready to pick her loot back up and bolt. The next moment she met eyes with Yasuo. His piercing red eye tore through skin and bone, ripping through her soul itself. A short yet violent shout ingrained in her mind that he was a threat and force not to be reckoned with. Not much time was given to react when he collided against her, knocking her back to the ground. Completely stunned she fell to the ground, gasping for a breath as she fell before the oxygen was stolen from her lungs. Underneath her body, her wing laid bloodied and crushed beneath her. A short pained noise escaped her before she quickly silent, looking up at Yasuo as he glared down at her. Again, those eyes. They were wild, crazed. Staring into them could drive someone mad. They surely forced fear into her heart, especially as he reared up again. She rolled onto her back, moving away from him. The small scared filly inside her controlled every movement, squeezing her eyes tight for a moment, expecting to feel hooves pound against her, to dig into her skin and make her bleed.
The only thing that she expected was the sound of bodies colliding, of his hooves pounding against her. Since this wasn't the case her eyes snapped open, looking up at the two before her. Only once in her life before this had her heart been so erratic, unsure on how fast to beat, or how loud to be. All she could hear for a moment was the sound of her heart thumping loudly, pounding almost out of her chest. She rolled to her side, lying on the ground with one wing tucked, and the other lying out, a knife digging through it. Thick, warm blood coated her feathers around the wound, feeling warmer than the wing itself.
For a moment she felt a little less threatened, though still threatened nonetheless. To think that the silent stallion contemplated killing her. It wasn't too unbelievable, though it was a lot to process. It made her sick to her stomach, and with the reprimand coming from Sinarin didn't help one bit. He talked down to her like a child, as he did to Yasuo. To add more salt to the wound he snapped at her while she was down, tearing the knife out of her wing. By now she understood that he was serious. A short cry fell from her lips with the searing pain, clenching her jaws shut to dull the pain, sure enough though this didn't help. Two sides of her fought for a decision to make. Give him the loot and run, or keep the loot and try to evade. Another option would have been to work with them to earn her own portion, although sure enough any trust that could have been there was long gone by now.
Evaris paused for a moment to think, to let herself settle down, to prepare an answer. The fear plastered in her eyes took time to fade into an almost believable confidence, with her widened eyes becoming more friendly, welcoming. A short nervous chuckle escaped her. "Come on, Sin. No hard feelings, alright? Just doing what's best for me, I'm sure you understand." Her teke showed wrapping around the bag, gripping onto it. "Now, why don't we just take it nice and easy, alright? I'll stand, you get your portion of the deal, and I will be on my way." Even with the situation, her greed got the best of her. She had so many plans to purchase a well crafted cutlass, as well as some other aiding gear. Her throat locked up after she spoke, trying to keep calm no matter how frightened she was. Her body language and expressions didn't match up, with one seeming tense, while the other was inviting, hoping to bring back that sort of playful "trust" they had before. She only spoke to Sinarin, however. She avoided looking at Yasuo the best she could, even at the angle she looked at the two of them. They towered over her, having every advantage, while she only had a few that were falsified, unreal, fake. Hopefully the gods would spare her, keep her alive for just a little while longer.
She waited a moment before slowly moving to stand, taking time to push herself up from the ground, not wishing to alert either of them now, especially Yasuo.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 2, 2018 23:52:04 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
So focused on Evaris and his hooves aimed at her body, Yasuo didn't notice the strike from the other stallion. Knocked away from his target, stumbling, Yasuo fell to his knees for a brief moment before he surged up, ears pinned flat and his eye blazing. Trying? Yes. Succeeded? No. And who's fault was that? Gaze darting between the two, a snarl escaped his throat before he started violently signing to them, not caring if he wasn't using the standard signs that most thieves understood and they might only understand half of what he 'said.'
'What is WRONG, with you?!' His gestures wild and signed with a furious strength, 'She betrayed us! Stole from us and didn't look back! Taking away her wings is NOT good enough!' He snorted, teeth clenched tightly. His gaze snapped to the pegasi below them. No hard feelings!? She took off, after all that, after what he had done! The furious running and physical movements had destroyed what little medical care had been given to the wound on his chest, and it bled freely again, the crimson liquid staining his white coat.
He watched her as she spoke, saw the teke gripping the bag. Saw how she avoided him now. The movement to get up drew another surge of anger from his chest. He didn't trust her. He didn't think that she was only 'getting up.' Another furious flash of a sign, 'Don't move!' If she got up, she might try to run. She couldn't fly, but she certainly could run. He didn't want to take that chance. Yasuo snorted, gaze darting for a moment to where his dagger was embedded in the tree. He wanted that in his grip. To be able to hold something more sharp and dangerous then merely his hooves.
He drew in rushed, deep breaths, trying his best to calm down at least a little. Try to think so he could sign in ways they would actually understand, rather then his own, expanded 'vocabulary.' Gaze darting to Sinarin, he again gestured, this time trying to sign more simply, 'My cut too. She gives mine.' in hopes that they would understand more.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 4, 2018 9:54:37 GMT -6
That sharp silver gaze stayed trained on the pegasus, fixated and fierce as a hawk, tracking her movements and expressions. He wasn't a master at reading body language and expressions, but he could see her collecting herself, planning something. It was what she did. And instead of making him feel more relaxed and at ease, her friendly, more open demeanor only put him even more on guard. She was going to try something again, but he'd be stuck in a swamp of eternal stench before he believed a thing that came out of this mare's mouth anymore.
"Oh, I can understand that concept alright. But not when it means double crossing the people I'm supposed to be working with. You just don't do that," Sinarin growled back, temper flashing as she tried to stand and he saw her wrap her teke around the back. The thief held up the bloody throwing dagger, at the ready to use it again.
However, his attention couldn't stay focused on the mare, for he caught sight of Yasuo gesturing wildly and frantically beside him, after he'd gotten back to his hooves from being knocked away. He was understandably furious, and Sin tried to keep one eye on the other stallion to 'read' him, with the other trained on Evaris to make sure she didn't do anything funny like try to run off again with their loot. He could only read a few of the signs the white stallion tossed out though, feeling rather impressed that the other knew so many other signs. Had he made them all up himself? Too bad he wasn't sure anyone else had been taught them too. Yasuo didn't seem the very friendly type. And he was bleeding again, the older equine saw. Well, they'd have to deal with that later too. Right now, it wasn't as important.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Sin muttered, shaking his head as Yasuo signed he wanted his cut. If anything, it was going to be the pegasus who left with less than her share of the profits. Sin toyed with the idea of passing his companion one of his throwing knives or dagger so he could be armed in case Evaris tried to run, but the idea didn't sit well with him. Anyway, Sin knew his own depth perception for throwing would be way better than the one eyed equine. He had another idea they could go about this, though.
"Oh, we can take this nice and easy," Sin purred as he stepped closer to Evaris, gesturing with his throwing knife. "Let go of the bag nice and easy, and step away. Yasuo can split the loot and then you can be on your way. And if that's with less than one full third, well I won't say anything about it. Bet Yasuo won't either. Are you gonna?" He asked, taking another step closer, into her personal space. Sin didn't really want to leave the counting of the shards to Yasuo, but he also wasn't about to let this slippery mare out of his sight. Besides, he figured the skinny stallion might appreciate the show of trust, and Sin wasn't about burning bridges he didn't have to. He'd found having a few thieves he could work with tended to boost the grade of heist one could manage on their own.
But Evaris...oh, he was going to blacklist her wherever he could. The easy going stallion wasn't one for just giving up grudges if they'd been earned.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Feb 4, 2018 23:05:03 GMT -6
  
..:E V A R I S:.. Slowed breathing moved her chest to a rhythm, clashing with the heart that beat inside of her. They both were furious from her betrayal, and thus they showed it with violence and reprimand. The bi-colored stallion didn't seem much older than she was, and yet he was scolding her like a child. How cute. She didn't respond to his comments for now, since as time went on she was brewing up a plan of escape. Her wings were damaged, yes, but that didn't mean she lost her ability to run. As Sinarin turned part of his attention away, she tucked her wings against her body, wincing slightly at the pain it brought her for her right wing.
Her eyes went to the pale white stallion for a moment as he began to sign with such wildness and fury. More than half of the things she barely could even understand, much less interpret properly. With Sinarin's reply she turned her head to him, standing up fully by the time he turned back to her. She was prepared to bolt, although with a knife aimed at her it wouldn't have been the best idea. Trailing her eyes to where Yasuo had turned his attention, she knew she had a chance. After all, the closest one to it was her, but getting to it without being taken down was the tricky part.
She dropped her act of friendliness, glaring at Sinarin as he stepped towards her. Unusually, she was dead silent. Not a single word came from her mouth. This could be perceived from fear, what with the gleam of adrenaline and fright in her eyes. However, her body language suggested otherwise. This was the one time she seemed calculated, portraying this persona of confidence. She knew what to do, and that was to play along.
As he stepped forward, she stepped back. Once her eyes trained on the knife, but as he continued to step towards her, she lifted her eyes to look at him. For a moment she swallowed her pride, letting him lead the situation, letting him think he was in control for this very moment. The way he spoke to her disgusted the mare. To think he could threaten her and think he would be able to coax her into handing over what was rightfully hers. She stopped when she was near to the tree, to the dagger that was just outside of her reach. Sin moved closer and invaded her personal space. Her eyes showed hints and flashes of her worries or fears, but not her expressions.
Lightly she chuckled, as if this were some small joke. A smile overcame her lips as she raised up her head to him, before lightly flashing her clenched teeth at him. He may not have understood the gesture, though if he did it was definitely a disrespectful warning. Oh how she loved using this gesture as a kid, and now it served the same purpose as it did then; to rub salt in the wound. "Third time's a charm, babe." She spoke with a playful sound to her voice, referencing to the double crossing she had done. With one last step backwards she turned towards the knife that was then in reach, ripping it out of the tree and turning to the bi-colored stallion. In one motion she aimed to knock away his knife before slashing her newly claimed weapon across his chest. She wasted no time, yanking back the knife and aiming at Yasuo. The knife went flying towards his muzzle. Without a second thought she picked the bag back up and raced off during the confusion. Dirt kicked up behind her as she stormed off, puffing up in a large cloud. Yet again, the chase was on.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 5, 2018 17:50:02 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
Yasuo was slightly pleased that he had made some sense out of his gestures. He hated how few people could actually understand him properly. The signs were the only true method of communication he had left. His attention turned back to Evaris now, his ears twitching as he listened to Sinarin speak. He'd be the one splitting the shards?
...If it meant Evaris walked away with less then a third, then so be it. She deserved this. The thought of taking off like she had did flit across his mind, but deciding against it, the white stallion decided that it would be far more painful for her if she saw the amount of shards both he and Sinarin received, and then her own small pile.
Yasuo watched Sinarin slowly creep into her space, his temper still glowing hot, but ebbing slowly. They had her, she wouldn't be able to get away. He had to admit he was quite satisfied with how her friendliness had vanished, and the growing anger and fear in her eyes. Evaris deserved everything that happened. Everything.
Then she said something weird. Third time's the- He hardly had time to react to the knife with it flying towards his blind side, and he attempted to jerk his head to the side. A wild surge of panic shot through his chest, creeping up his throat, making it feel far too tight. His face hurt. Hot liquid ran in burning trails. His mask was far too loose. He couldn't see, but he felt it barely hanging on by a thread, blood already starting to drip down his face. His shock numbed him to the outside world for a moment, and then he registered the sound of Evaris taking off once more.
No. No, no, no, NO. Reaching up with his teke, Yasuo gripped the mangled shreds of his mask, at first trying to pull it back together somehow. She had- She'd- His limbs trembled. He couldn't fix it. Not fast enough. Eye shooting to her retreating form, he made a choice, one that terrified him.
Gripping the fabric tightly, Yasuo pulled, ripping the remaining threads holding it together and throwing it to the ground with a feral snarl. She was not going to live this time. Sinarin would not stop him. Bolting after her, Yasuo could feel the blood trickling down his face, coating the marred skin and dripping into his mouth without his permission, staining the white hair red where it had run. His heart pounded in his ears, if it was from the fear of his mask being gone, with others around, or if it was from the adrenaline and anger, he didn't know.
He just knew that Evaris couldn't get away with any of this. Yasuo was going to run her down, and kill her with his own hooves if he needed to... Or death could be far too good for her. His father had punished him not by death. But by the mangled ruins of his face, by the lack of his tongue and taste, his eye ruined beyond belief. No, death was far too kind. He'd crush her wings, mangle them, destroy them. He'd take away something she valued. She'd done the same to him and Sinarin.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 5, 2018 18:19:18 GMT -6
When their traitor companion dropped her facade of friendliness, replacing it with what seemed to be fear and anger, Sinarin felt a flicker of approval. Usually he didn't enjoy seeing fright in the eyes of others, it was simply a tool to get what he wanted. But he had to admit that he was enjoying it now. He kept moving closer as she shifted back, trying to control her with physical proximity and the weapon he held in a silver grip.
But when that faint chuckle reached his ears, he knew something was wrong. This damn mare was playing them again somehow. "What-" he started, just as she lifted her lip and flashed her teeth at him. Jaw dropped at the insult he knew all too well from his Talorian roots, one he hadn't expected to have thrown in his face this day and particularly now. "I can't believe-" and then she was interrupting him, with an odd turn of phrase that made his stomach feel like it fell down to his hooves. Oh, no. No!
With a snarl he tried to react as she grabbed the dagger from the tree, but she managed to be quicker with her wild slash, catching the blade on his teke instead of his own blade, and he cursed as he dropped his weapon. It was followed by a short shout, as pain created a line of fire across his upper chest and lower neck, her back slash catching just above the straps of his saddle bags. It took him a moment to recover, watching as she flung the dagger at Yasuo.
The stallion had the presence of mind to turn his head and make sure his skinny companion wasn't dead, before he drew in a sharp, painful breath and launched after the pegasus yet again. He cursed at the pain, but the spike of adrenaline once more rushing through his system helped to cancel it out, at least for now, as blood began to flow down his chest and legs. That damn pegasus was not getting away. He figured Yasuo would be chasing after them as well, having no idea of the short mental crisis happening for the younger thief at the moment.
"EVARIS!" Sinarin bellowed, yanking another throwing knife from his pack and flicking it toward her with as much strength as he could muster from his teke. It was shortly followed by another, one he took a little more care to aim. The first was aimed at that pretty rump of hers, and he just hope it sank in anywhere. The second was an attempt to slash through the bag holding the shards. They were all injured, and even if she managed to outrun them (which he didn't think likely since she was still the most injured of the three), at least it would be without all the shards she was trying so hard to race off with.
With those two knives gone, and one lying on the ground behind them, he was down to three, he absently thought as he yanked another out and readied it. He never lost track of his weapon count in a chase. That was only a recipe for trouble.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Feb 7, 2018 15:36:56 GMT -6
  
..:E V A R I S:.. Yet again her quick wit had saved her, but only for a fleeting moment. The sound of their pounding hooves followed after her, thundering against the ground as she ran, though not with the force she wanted. Her wings weighed her down, while the wind whipping against her stung her open wounds. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to push on. Not yet had she turned to look back, or at least not until she heard her name being called with fury and vengeance. She moved to glance behind, which was the biggest mistake she could possibly make. In the quickly dimming light she noticed the horrifically disfigured features that the white stallion had been covering up. Her eyebrows raised, while her pupils had shrunk almost instantly. Scars covered more than half of his face, part of his mouth agape and ripped apart. And even though she had seen it before-his glassy, vacant blue eye- it looked like a portal to a different world, one that kept evil souls and demonic beings, excluding him.
The gates of Hell waited to swallow her whole, and this was the demon that would drag her down. She turned her head back to look in front of her. With a tree obstructing her path she quickly dashed out of the way, almost knocking herself off balance in the process.
Out of nowhere she felt a knife dig into her hind quarters. She let out a pained noise mixed with her heavy breathing. Easily she had been forced to slow down, limping along as she continued forwards. The warm feeling of blood trickling down her leg, dripping onto the grass as she moved. Her expression contorted into an agonized and angered look. No, not again. Her mind screamed these words, growing wild and being driven towards madness. Not again! They were catching up to her, and this time she didn’t have any excuses to evade them.
Another blade followed soon after the last, tearing through the strap of the bag. In the process it had grazed over her barrel, leaving a large gash. Although it wasn’t deep, it burned. All the adrenaline she had pumping through her veins before were being stripped away from her. Her injuries were more noticeable, and thus slowing her down further.
Everything was falling apart. The shards spilled out from her bag as it dropped from her side. Still she ran, though with her head turned towards the shards. The one reason she ran in the first place was no longer in her reach. Her lead heading inland ceased when a large root abruptly stopped her. She stumbled, kneeling on the ground, dirt coating her legs and blood on her body and feathers. A strangled cry escaped her. They had won. After the fighting she had been defeated, and truly she was terrified for her life. No longer did she tuck her wing against her bod, letting it sit out so that it wasn’t in so much pain. Her heart thumped loudly, as if it was beating as much as it could before it would stop entirely. Her chest heaved with breaths, while her head turned, her eyes darting in the dark to face them once more. Truly she was at their mercy then, if they had any mercy left in their hearts.
The knife digging into her rump left her laying down so the pain wouldn’t course through her. Her nose flared, teeth clamping together. She tried not to move much, though she couldn’t help the shuttering and bracing through current pain, as well as future injury. By now she had accepted that she could no longer run from them, but had not accepted the thought of what they could do to her after all that she did. “Take the shards,” Evaris proclaimed, clothing her injured wing over herself, as if it could protect her. “take them, they’re all yours.” Something was unnatural about her voice. This wasn’t the same calm and collected mare they’ve known from before. This was someone different, this was a pleading child, a frightened filly. She regret letting them take what she deserved, but there was nothing else that would get them to leave her, to stop tormenting her. Her hopes were that they would just take her earnings and leave, leave her alone. Maybe she could just earn it all back from caravans and travelling merchants, just as long as she’s left be.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 13, 2018 19:44:34 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
The fearful look Evaris gave him was not unnoticed by the young thief. For once in his life he took pride in his disfigured appearance. She was terrified? Good. She had a reason to be. If his... His face made her scared, then she deserved it. She caused it in the first place. Ears flattened against his head, neck stretched out, mouth agape and aiming to sink his teeth into her hide, Yasuo gained ground as the knife struck. He would fight Sinarin this time if he tried to stop him. Not with signs either.
Yasuo merely sidestepped the fallen bag, focusing only on the now stumbling, heavily injured thief. Her fall gave him pleasure. Her chest heaving almost put a cruel smile on his twisted features. Almost. He sharply stopped in front of her, head high, a snarl gracing his face. She sounded afraid. Terrified. Shocked. He gave her no pity, lowering his head down to her level, eyes piercing into her's. He had half a mind to kill her...
Instead he reached out with his teke, grasping her wing and jerking it out from her body, rearing up as he did so before crashing down, listening to a sickening crack from the bones. He lifted only one hoof off of the wing, keeping the other firmly planted. This wasn't about the shards anymore. She had toyed with them, abused them and their trust. She didn't deserve anything from them. Not even pity.
Yasuo growled deep in his chest, sharply pushing off from her wing just to pivot on his front legs, sharply kicking her in the side with as much force as he could muster. She deserved everything that happened. He'd deserved what his father had done to him. She was the same now. She would suffer. Break. If he had his knife he would tear her to pieces.
She was using up the last of her luck apparently, thanks to the lack of a blade in his grip.~~~
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 17, 2018 20:38:42 GMT -6
For a moment, the thief wondered what in Cascade's name Evaris had seen when she glanced back at her pursuers, before turning around and nearly running into a tree. In the quickly fading light it had almost looked like she'd been horrified by something. He didn't really give the fleeting thought another second's notice as a thrill of triumph ran down his spine. His throwing knife had hit home, and she was slowing down again. His second also found its mark, ripping through the fabric of the bag and spilling its glittering in a stream behind the running mare.
The dual colored stallion skidded to a halt near her, hissing in pain as the slash across his chest stretched, his sides heaving with his own labored breathing as he stared down at the defeated pegasi. He glanced up as Yasuo halted beside them, about to open his mouth and comment--when he finally caught a good glimpse of the younger stallion. He froze for several heartbeats as he absorbed the damage that had been done to the skinny thief, the pain he must of gone through, and that Wave Mother have mercy he was soooo happy Yasuo usually had a mask covering up that mug. It was haunting, and sent a shiver down Sinarin's spine. No wonder Evaris looked like she'd been terrified, turning around and seeing that chasing after you in the dark.
He was distracted long enough for Yasuo to reach out with his teke and grasp the downed pegasus' wing, but even so, he wouldn't have interfered. Not this time. He was done being the nice guy, and had himself been intending quite some bodily harm to the mare had Yasuo not taken the initiative in doling it out. The crack of bones snapping rang out through the dusk air, a triumphant sound as Sinarin found himself nodding in approval. He listened to the traitor cry out as hooves thunked heavily into her side, leaving her a whimpering mess among the browning grasses and dead leaves.
With a detached air he reached forward and retrieved his knife yet again, cleaning it with two swift strokes along Evaris' feathers and sheathing the blade swiftly. He didn't inflict any further damage on the mare, but his cold eyes promised it as he glared down at her. "Get of here now, and be glad you've got your life. Alya's ass I hope you've learned a good lesson here today. We see you again, you are a dead dove, mark my words," Sianrin growled, his usual cheerful and flirtatious tone all but gone as he reared up and slammed his hooves down inches from her rear legs, to add to his threat.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Feb 19, 2018 21:45:32 GMT -6
   ..:E V A R I S:.. His eyes, in Alya's name, his eyes pierced through her like the knives that were thrown at her. In the night all she could see was his once white coat, which was faint in the dimming light, as well as his eyes. They burned into her skull, piercing through her broken soul. He kept those blasted eyes on her before roughly ranking out her wing. No. She watched helplessly, her mouth opening to object against what he was about to do to her. "No, No, Not-" CRACK. Her wing bones snapped, echoing in the forest. Her ears rang. With a quick, drawn in breath, she let out a loud cry. Tears forcefully streamed down hr face. Her head bowed, while her body shook: terrified and aching. She could feel everything and nothing, and with Yasuo standing atop her wing, he only worsened her state. Then, as he released her, she glanced over only to see him move to strike once more. The wind was knocked out of her. For a moment she felt as though she'd forgotten to breath before sputtering and wheezing. His hooves left an indentation, and would surely leave a bruise for a week, maybe more. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks from the unbearable agony. Her muzzle pressed against the dirt, looking away from her abusers.
What a poor mistake that was, being unable to brace for the sharp blade being pulled out of her wound. She clenched her teeth shut, pressing her head against the ground. A strangled cry escaped through the gaps of her teeth, sounding pitiful like a child. Every bit she could feel, and without anything but the pain to focus on, it only amplified. She shuddered as the cold blade was wiped against her feathers, cleaning off the blood. Her muscles tensed, expecting more injury to be inflicted.
Evaris looked to the dual-colored stallion, his eyes like ice and promising nothing but hurt and hatred. His words burned into her mind, imprinting into her brain. Get out of here now... We see you again, you are a dead dove, mark my words.
She didn't say a word. There was no clever retort, nor begging or pleading. There was nothing to apologize or beg forgiveness for, and nothing to say. They wished her to be dead, and if she lingered any longer she soon would be. Her pupils switched from Sinarin to Yasuo before hearing a loud thud next to her. She flinched, turning her eyes back to her legs. He was warning her.
Taking no chances, she moved to stand, struggling to do so. Her wing laid limp by her side, her feathers bloodied and crumpled at the ends. Aching clawed and cried throughout her body, but it was better than death. Starting off, she limped, pushing to move forward. Fear drove her to avoid looking back, to stop caring about the money for more than a moment. Still though she listened, trying to keep track of any movement behind her. She was so tempted to look back into the night, but she already knew what horrors awaited her.
It was dark, and only growing darker, and yet... here she was, stumbling in the night. Each step ached, especially with trying to move quickly in the night. Tears stained her cheeks, while her lips quivered. Truly, truly she was defeated; broken. She had paid in full for her crimes for the first time since running away from her homeland. By now she stumbled past trees, scanning through the dark in a panicked state. Her main task to get out of there, to get away as far as she possibly could. Trees were used as occasional crutches for the limping, bleeding mare. From then on she forced herself to push through the pain and survive.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 19, 2018 22:16:13 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
~~~
Yasuo stayed silent now, his gaze locked on the downed pegasus. She looked genuinely terrified. Regretful even. She didn't even say anything to Sinarin as a reply. Hmph. He stepped back from her as she moved to stand, head slowly turning to watch her leave. Good riddance. It was only after she vanished from view into the darkening forest that his attention turned inward.
The air was blisteringly cold, whistling through his exposed teeth with a piercing pain. The young thief immediately grew self conscious, turning away from Sinarin to hide his miserable state of his face. No, no, no, no he didn't... He didn't want to reveal any of that. He had gotten so caught up in the moment, so absorbed in his fury, that he hadn't stopped to think properly. Now he was caught out, with nothing to cover himself up.
Yasuo quickly turned around, anxiously pacing away and stepping behind a tree, out of sight. What was he meant to do? That mask... That had been all he had. He had saddlebags, but he couldn't use those to cover... It... The darkening light did nothing to soothe his worries. He felt too exposed, too revealed. The best thing he could do would be to get his shards, let Sinarin leave, and then maybe go find a settlement to steal some cloth from to fashion something new. But if he wanted his shards... He had to face Sinarin to sign what he wanted. Show himself. Crap.
Teeth clenched tightly, Yasuo squeezed his eyes shut, drawing in sharp, rushed breaths. The air stung without the cloth barrier to shelter his exposed teeth. He shuddered, lowering his head, and pressing the less damaged side of his face to the tree trunk. Sinarin could have the shards... He didn't want to look at him. Much less sign... His legs shook, and he slowly crumpled to the grass and leaves below, tucking his legs tightly under him, as if he was trying to curl into a ball and vanish. His chest still stung, and the new injury across his face and old scars burned even more.
...What was he to do?~~~
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