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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:18:24 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 606: Run Team Leader: Farsight Participants: Aragon, Azad, Daemyn, Ilona, Lynx, Madden, Zenith Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: In times of war, we all learn new skills. Azad, the Windracer, has been asked to switch to a cargo board, transporting a few warriors, a Savior, and a couple Folk through the night to a Seroran camp. You stop for a short break, to brush the sand from your coat, take a breath and adjust the sails. Are those voices you hear across the sands? Location: Zuiseset Time of Day: Midnight Current Weather: Clear You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 1, 2018 17:07:30 GMT -6
  FarsightThe FolkA faint yawn escaped Farsight's lip. It was late far too late for himself. He wasn't used to this night owl business. None the less he glanced at the others, their little makeshift group. Eyes glanced to Zenith to assure they were alright, before looking to the others. Farsight felt a bit helpless with all of this, odd how they fled one country to avoid the trouble, only to be consumed by another herds, hopefully this one would be smoother in the long run. Stretching out his wings Farsight suddenly tensed. Voices? Was someone else out there. "Do you hear that?" he whispered out to whoever was closet to him.
This didnt sit well with him, but then again anything seemingly tensed made Farsight go into a near panic. It was like being back in Talori all over again, having to look over his shoulder, was everyone a friend? Or a foe waiting for you to turn their back on them? Farsight snorted a bit standing on his guard, he waited for the others to hope maybe it was just another lot like themselves taking a break. Surely that was it right? He was just being over dramatic about it all. Eyes glanced about the gorup counting them all, they all were still there everything was going to be fine. Yes he was just overreacting to voices, people talk all the time. This was nothing, it was nothing. Breath Farsight breath, he thought hopelessly to himself. What a mess he was.
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Post by seechem on Jul 1, 2018 17:45:29 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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Fuck. This. War.
Madden had kissed Nero goodbye that morning, wishing his mate luck as they were assigned tasks apart from each other. It irked at Madden's heart to be away from Nero; he seemed so squishy and vulnerable, his protective instinct had fired up immediately. But Nero's herd was at war, danger was everywhere, and if Madden wanted to stick around to support his lover he needed to be acquiescent to the wills of the Seroran superiors. War. Tearing apart everything both politically and personally. And now, for all of his troubles, he had been enlisted to accompany a group of travelling herd horses. At least he could direct his protective drive into something productive.
They were a band of Serorans, but also of Talorians, which Madden was intrigued by as he had never travelled near Talorian land. Amongst the group he recognised a few battle-worn faces, a much better assortment than his previous endeavour where he had been the only armed body of the lot! But it was all the same. Escorting things and horses to places, unloading or retrieving crap at the other end, escorting it back again. Had his heart not been so determinedly bound to Nero, he would have returned to the life of a Vagabond and freely roamed wherever he wanted. But no, Ignacio had something else in mind for him - apparently.
The light was fading as midnight approached, though the silver rays of moonlight illuminated everything fairly well as no clouds seemed to be obscuring anything on this clear night. Madden was casually walking amongst the middle of the group, wanting to keep a watchful eye over the Serorans, especially the folk and the lone saviour. They seemed the most vulnerable of the group. He still wasn't quite sure about their final destination, so he focused on keeping an eye out.
Then there was their leader, a small stallion who must have been around Nero's age. The pegasus kept checking back on his little band until suddenly his body froze and his ears sprung forward. Instinctively Madden also froze, body tensing and ears swivelling to alertness. "Do you hear that?" The pegasus whispered quietly. Madden relaxed a moment when he didn't immediately hear anything, bloody Serorans jumping at every little sound, he would have laughed outright at the small, nervous creature had he not suddenly heard something too.
Soft, almost undetectable and seemingly intangible...whispers. They were so quiet that they were simultaneously painfully hard to detect, but once you did, blaringly, obviously, there. "I heard," he paused, ears flicking back and forth as he tried to pin down a source, "something distant." He looked back down at the small pegasus, who seemed to be trying to steel his nerves. But Madden had seen a similar display of anxiety from Nero on numerous occasions, and while he would have normally berated the pegasus, he had learned to respect some sensitivity displayed by others...but only some. "It doesn't sound like too much. Just some voices. Can't even hear what they're saying." He spoke quietly, remaining a small ways off from Farsight.
The strawberry roan sighed and tried to stand a little more comfortably. He was going to get the most out of this break if he could help it.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 1, 2018 18:54:12 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Saviour
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
'Just breathe...' Zen reminded themselves as the small group came to a halt, allowing them to take a moment to step of the wind board and stretch. While the vast openness of the desert made the copper pegasus nervous, Zen was thankful for the break. Up until a few months ago, they'd been entirely unfamiliar with the concept of a windboard, and this was the first time they'd ever traveled on one. Though it was a rather quick and efficient way to traverse the desert landscape, it had only taken about twenty minutes or so for Zen to decide they absolutely detested this form of travel. As their eyes darted about the group, they let their gaze linger on Farsight as the stallion, smiling slightly as their eyes met. Having him here was the only saving grace for this whole expedition, at least as far as Zenith was concerned. It wasn't like they din't want to help the Serorans, quite the contrary in fact. But something about moving from one war to another just didn't sit well with the pegasus, and they found themself feeling more on edge than ever. Ears swiveled nervously as they stood there, feeling all too vulnerable to attack in the dead of night. As their all too familiar anxiety started creeping up on them, Zen took a few steps closer to Farsight, feeling mildly safer with him by their side. "Do you hear that?" Farsight's voice was quiet as he spoke, only to fall silent once more as he appeared to hone in on something. A quiet moment passed with only the hint of a whisper floating on the wind. "I heard,something distant. It doesn't sound like too much. Just some voices. Can't even hear what they're saying." The roan unicorn's voice piped up. Zenith shifted to look at him as he spoke, shaking their head slightly in a show of their own uncertainty. Maybe it was an ambush, or maybe the desert was just playing tricks on them. Either way, Zen found themself tensing up, honing in on their blessing of sixth sense to try and feel out the source of the noise. Taking note of each member of the small party, they reached out past them all, looking for something, anything that could give them a hint about who or what was out there.
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Post by savannauni on Jul 1, 2018 21:44:13 GMT -6
Aragon | Screamer | Air Manipulator
Aragon was glad for the rest stop. The bay roan mare took a step away to give herself breathing room. Her legs were stiff from the journey, it was much past her bed time. Aragons internal clock was much like the sun. She awoke very, very early and went to bed once it was pitch black out. Midnight was a bit of a stretch for her. Swallowing a yawn she fell into a cat stretch with her front legs stretched faaaar out in front of her. Looking to her left she noticed Reese doing the same as her. They were in perfect sync, which earned a small bubble of laughter from Ari as she rose from the stretch and shook herself out. As the group seemed to circle up Aragon trotted over, she parked herself next to Madden. Reese choose to remain a few feet away, cleaning himself. Hearing Farsight and Madden murmur about voices Ari's voice cut through theirs "Voices?" Her nose wrinkled slightly, "What are you two t-" She stopped mid sentence, her ears flicked towards the end of a whisper she caught. Aragons eyes widened slightly. She mouthed the words 'What the hell?' As she started to look around.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 2, 2018 10:59:44 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. Lynx felt exhausted. The little mare let out a sigh as she gave her body a shake, the fine sand falling from her once gleaming coat. She was grateful for the rest break. Her hooves ached and her body felt drained. The trek was long and boring and she longed to be home.
Home. Her thoughts raced home. By the river. Surrounded by her little herd of goats. She thought of them and their saddened looks when she'd left. But she knew they were in good hooves. Helios was so incredible. His generosity to take care of her herd and home warmed her heart. The handsome stallion had reassured her with his kind naive smile and she couldn't help but twitch her lips into a smile at the thought of the cream colored overo pegasus stallion who held a piece of her heart firmly in his hoof, even if he didn't know it. She still felt his coat against him from their embrace upon her departure. His feathers in her bridle fluttered softly as a light breeze picked up.
She missed him. She missed home.
She trailed right behind Farsight, and upon the Windracer stopping, she did as well, her ears swiveling carefully as he seemed to watch. The whispers danced across the sand and into her ears, and she strained to hear what they said, but deep down anxiety tugged at her being.
"I hear it, too," she murmured, stepping up nearer to Farsight's right. The cream mare felt the unease ripple through the group, and she tried to stay confident. |
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Post by SagaWolf on Jul 4, 2018 9:08:40 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
It had been fantastic to see Zenith and Farsight again, alive and whole after everything that had happened, all that horror. Yet at the same time, it was a bit bitter. They had joined the Flight, after all, left Talori behind and although he could understand why and sympathise with them, it still hurt. It was also rather bitter that it took another war for them to meet again.
The hot, dry climate was not to Daemyn's liking, and throughout the day he made liberal use of his blessing to keep water at hand for them all. Now that darkness had fallen it was almost too cold. He hoped he wouldn't have to spend much time in this unfamiliar territory, that he would be back home soon with his family, at least happy in the knowledge that his youngest, Owain, was safe with Kalakara.
The group came to a halt and something was whispered too quietly for the large stallion to pick up. Others did and soon it was made clear what was going on, which made Daemyn strain to pick up these voices. He did just barely, brow knitting heavily on his face. Of course, this wouldn't be easy. Of course, they'd run into problems, the question was, what sort?
"I hear it too, " he added in a low rumble. "Do we make haste and move on? "
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Post by brandvandet on Jul 5, 2018 19:40:35 GMT -6
The voices sound almost like they're coming your way. However, most of you should know by now that sound carries far on a clear night in the Sedo wilds. "Probably some of those fucking cat owl things screwing around out there," a voice comes floating over. "I heard they had an entire battalion pissing themselves until they caught the assholes."
"Shouldn't we still..." the new voice softens and doesn't carry as far. Perhaps the slight breeze changed direction or maybe the speaker isn't facing your way anymore.
Zenith's sixth sense comes back to them with a vague picture of several (perhaps 5? some of them keep going in and out of focus almost like they're at the edge of their range) of fairly annoyed equines. It seems a drudging annoyance though, one that's been worn for days and days of marching.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 6, 2018 13:16:50 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Saviour
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Zenith closed their eyes attempting to focus their blessing as the voices grew louder and clearer, muttering about things that had happened recently. Zen could feel the presence of a larger number of equines than they would have liked, but they couldn't get an exact read on a number... too many of the unseen speakers were at the edges of their range, flickering in and out of what Zen could sense. One thing remained constant though, they all seemed rather annoyed , as if they'd been at whatever it was the were doing, for days now. "I hear it too, Do we make haste and move on?" Daemyn's voiced piped in as Zenith broke their connection to the still unseen strangers. It had been a while since they'd last seen the golden guardian, and while it was a relief to have him here, it still felt strained, awkward... So much so that Zenith hadn't been able to bring themself to really talk to him since his arrival in Sedo, and he hadn't said much either. Refocusing on the task, Zen stepped closer to the group, leaning in to be heard while keeping their voice quiet. "There's a good number of equines about 500 paces out..." They paused, trying to stay centered and not fall into a panic. "I can't get an exact number for sure, as they seem to be right at the edge of my blessing's range, but I think there's around five of them. They all seem pretty annoyed, like they've been out here for days now, but that's just the feeling I get..."
They turned, shifting their gaze from Farsight and the other Serorans to Daemyn and Madden. "I think Guardian Daemyn is right, we should keep moving..." Zen added quietly, using Dae's name and title the way they would have back home had they not been on familiar terms, too afraid to imply any sort of friendship in case the golden horse hadn't forgiven them.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 6, 2018 20:24:17 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. Lynx had taken a few moments as Zenith focused on the voices across the sands of the Sedo desert, her ears swiveled in the directions and her mind wondering as to where the voices could actually be coming from, as the breezy wilds of Sedo often carried sound in different ways as to where it was truly coming from. It was unnerving to the little creamy mare, and her cardinal eyes focused on the colorful pegasus as he tuned his blessing into the voices drifting across the dunes.
A number of equines, Zenith confirmed. And a chill was sent down the usually optimistic mare's spine. Instinct told her something wasn't right, and most nomadic Serorans wouldn't really be as agitated as what Zenith had confirmed. Their addition that they were irritable didn't sit right, and Lynx felt her body go on edge. What if they were hostiles? Vagabonds of a sort? Maybe even Aodhians? Whatever they were it didn't sit right in her gut.
"I agree with Zenith," she voiced, swishing her tail restlessly. The sudden bout of nervousness wrecked all exhaustion. Her hooves were no longer weary, and her muscles regained their strength as her instinct told her to stay alert. |
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Post by savannauni on Jul 6, 2018 21:34:17 GMT -6
Aragon listened to Zenith. Equine, complaining, traveling at night. Aragon felt deep in her bones that they were trespassers. Seroroans did travel at night but they weren't ones that complained, well, verbally. As Zenith offered that they should move on Aragon didn't budge instead thinking, and scanning. ".. I disagree." She said slowly but carefully to not offend. Not everyone here was a warrior. Thinking this, Aragons bladed whip felt heavy on her side. She looked at the group, "I don't mean that we initiate anything but.. well its unsettling to know others are out here in our desert." She said placing an emphasis on our. She waited for the group to decide what to do with her opinion.
In that past Ari had learned it was best to investigate such things and be sure instead of leaving them to fester like open wounds. As Lynx agreed Aragon continued to look at the others. Reese was by her side now, brushing his fur against her back legs. Aragon couldn't tell if that meant that he agreed with her or Zenith. At times like this she wished the cheetah would just say what he was thinking.
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Post by seechem on Jul 7, 2018 9:02:32 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
......
Slowly, the ripple of understanding made its way around the group of assembled horses. Madden listened quietly as they shared nervous glances. The mercenary snorted, gracing them with a brief eye roll as he listened to their little murmurings. "Do we make haste and move one?" Madden heard the Talorian guardian speak up. The strawberry roan looked at the palomino, smirking quietly, holding his tongue. Despite the burn of energy he felt in his chest, the excitement for danger, the idea of a thrilling fight, he held back. It was not his place to command these horses, he was merely a hired escort for the group; and besides, he could hear Nero's chiding words in the back of his mind warning him about meddling, and further about endangering his herd mates. Bloody herd horses.
"There's a good number of equines about 500 paces out," came a voice. Madden redirected his attentions to the small pegasus, Zenith, and cocked his head curiously. "I can't get an exact number for sure, as they seem to be right at the edge of my blessing's range, but I think there's around five of them. They all seem pretty annoyed, like they've been out here for days now, but that's just the feeling I get..."
"Hey, annoyed is better than 'mega pissed off' right?" Madden quipped, smiling briefly at the pegasus. The tension among the little group was sizzling and Madden was rolling in it gleefully, but he could see by the anxious faces of his companions that they were far more worried about this than he was, but unlike them he was armed.
"I think Guardian Daemyn is right, we should keep moving..." Zenith continued, having settled their gaze momentarily on the roan, before giving the same glance to the others. While the unicorn could understand their timidity, he was left with the roaring desire to fight.
"I agree with Zenith." A mare spoke up; Lynx, her tail swatting side to side and her body seemingly renewed with energy. Madden quietly looked the little group over, frowning at them increasingly as the conversation progressed.
Then, from beside him, a fellow unicorn spoke up, "I disagree." Her voice was soft, and Madden turned his head to her. She was smaller than Nero and some type of bay roan. The mercenary's face turned to an interested smile, as he shifted the weight in his front hooves eagerly, interested to hear the contradicting opinion. "I don't mean that we initiate anything but...well its unsettling to know others are out here in the desert."
Aragon then looked around at the group, and Madden caught her eye and nodded to her appreciatively.
"I am afraid I agree with spit-fire here." Madden said, still speaking softly while shooting the little unicorn a wink. "Having potentially aggressive individuals so close is risky, especially with so many 'civilians' and the limited number of weapons we have." He paused for a moment, searching with his ears for the hidden voices on the wind. "But knowing they are there, while they seem not to know we are here, gives us a vital advantage." The red roan looked back at their 'leader' Farsight. "Important question for you," Madden paused, leaning down to the pegasus, "do we need to cross paths with them, are we heading that'a way? Cause if we are, we either go in hot and sort them out or we will have to find an alternative route."
Madden took a moment, his teke twiddling with the throwing knives strapped to his neck, the red mist like embodiment of his telekinesis illuminating his weaponry slightly with red tinged light. "Obviously I am good with whatever the 'group' wants." He smirked merrily.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 7, 2018 19:39:27 GMT -6
FarsightThe Folk A nervous shiver ran across his skin as he heard Zen speak of what they heard and could sense. A time like this he would try and pry into his gift of clairvoyance, but for now he had sworn it off. All it had done had brought him misery, he dared not look into the future now and watch smoke snuff them all out.
Eyes flickered as he watched Dae speak of perhaps moving on, and Zen agreeing with that. Lynx also agreed and for the moment it seemed like the best answer lets get going before the going got rough. Yet another spoke Aragon, and it made sense. If they just ignored who it was, it could spill trouble for them later on. It was a desert and if Zen could hear them it was quite possible they could hear them as well. Wasn't it always better to know the enemy?
Madden began to speak and if Farsight was perhaps more sure of himself, he'd tell him he never asked to be leader. Hell, he didnt know why was leading this makeshift group, he was previously flock, and talorian, he was shocked they assumed he would not go turn coat the second they were seen near Aodhians. Clearly he had done it before out of surivial, what would stop him the second time? Hell. HELL, he fought furiously with his own mind. Until this moment he had became quiet. He turned to counting the spots on Zen, something to focus on when his world was crashing around. One, two, three, four. It calmed his breath. Attention was on Madden, as he smirked and Farsight wanted to lunge at him that this was no time to act like how he was. Clearly this Madden, had never seen a war, the tragedy of what it brought.
Sadly he hated to admit the two had a point. "We have to know who they are. We can't walk onward without knowing who surrounds us. They could have gifts and blessings to find us, if they had not already. Even if they are complaining, they still may know exactly what is going on and its all just small talk. I cast my vote in looking to see who we are dealing with." Farsight made his point and perhaps others would see the value that knowledge and knowing was far better then running and not having a slightest idea who was around. A soft shaky breath escaped his mouth, Gods he was never good at this.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 10, 2018 19:29:54 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Saviour
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"We have to know who they are. We can't walk onward without knowing who surrounds us. They could have gifts and blessings to find us, if they had not already. Even if they are complaining, they still may know exactly what is going on and its all just small talk. I cast my vote in looking to see who we are dealing with."
Really? Really?! Zenith stared at Farsight incredulously, mouth slightly agape. After everything they had all been through, and even with an invading army at their feet, Farsight wanted to see who they were dealing with? Why not just assume whoever was there was a deadly force that wanted them all dead. They had the advantage of a head start at the moment, and plenty of equines in the group seemed happy enough to sacrifice it for... what exactly? The knowledge that yes indeed these horses wanted them dead or ensalved? Zen shook their head. It's not like they were capable of running, and they were a poor flier, so really, getting any closer just seemed like an absolutely terrible idea. "Is that really a good idea?" They asked nervously, still keeping tabs on the unseen equines with their sixth sense. "We have an advantage right now, do we really wanna give that up because of curiosity?" Zen's voice cracked as they spoke, glancing to each equine within the small group, the all too familiar feeling of anxiety leaving a tight feeling in their chest.
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Post by peacefultyranny on Jul 11, 2018 9:41:12 GMT -6
 A Z A Dserora | windracer
He stares at all of them before softening. Madden was right, they do have civilians with them – hell, Azad is technically one of them. They're understandably nervous, and he holds no ill-will towards any of them. His impulsiveness may very well get many people hurt – or worse, killed – but the thought of passing up any opportunity afforded to him by the grace of his goddess makes his bones itch. He gestures with his nose at the windboard. “Everyone who can't help scout can get on the windboard and we can leave at the first sign of trouble. All of us.” He very pointedly looks at Zenith, making sure they know that if they choose to agree to the plan that he has no intention of abandoning them.wordcount: 448 | post 1 |
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 11, 2018 18:59:05 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. The conversation unfolding around Lynx caused her to share in the disbelief of Zenith. In times of peace, the equines of the desert were often willing to meet other bands and help those who needed it. But Sedo was not at peace, and the fiery equines of Aodh had breached their borders.
Lynx was a brave mare.
But she was not a warrior.
The cream mare watched as the scene unfolded, another Windracer, Azad, suggesting they get close enough for Zenith to extend his blessing once more, but not too close to set up for a trap. It was a decent plan, she considered. The more battle-worn faces of the group had a point. Being aware of the threats in the area could give them an edge, an advantage. But at the same time, so many of this group were not warriors, but common folk like herself. She was but a mere herder. Granted, the mare was no coward, but war was different than times of peace.
"I can't say I'm not nervous about this. I'm no warrior. I would rather not investigate. Keeping our distance and getting to the destination seems like the safest bet for all of us," she spoke. "In this situation, it seems our civilians outnumber our warriors. It would keep us all safe if we didn't pick a fight."
And it was no secret that Aodhians didn't take prisoners. What a sad nightmare it'd be... deported to Eithne... confined to the life of a slave. Never to see her precious goats or her handsome Helios again.
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Post by savannauni on Jul 12, 2018 9:20:22 GMT -6
Though Aragon was a screamer, and was quite good to her job, speaking up in front of a group still was hard for her to do. Most of the time they brushed her off since she was still so young, in many older equine’s eyes her wisdom counted as nothing.
She didn’t expect to receive support from Madden. But as he called her a spit-fire and agreed with her, Aragon’s heart felt less heavy as she gave him a determined smile and nod, glad he was on her side and had not decided to ignore her. As Farsight agreed with her and Madden, thank Alya, Aragon listened to his statement carefully.
“I can keep us down wind. Or can make a little sand storm.” She added, Ari had gotten much better at handling her blessing and was now able to do these things without causing much strain on herself, though a large scale area could prove tiring.
“If I just focus on them and a little area around them I can do it.” She added. As Azad offered using his wind board to spirit then away at the first sign of trouble she smiled at him, grateful that he was willing to help. Aragon’s teke removed the Kunai our from her back leg sheath and her saddle pad.
“I’m ready when you all are.” She said and nodded, determination shining in her eyes mixed with a bit of pride in her small smirk.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jul 12, 2018 19:00:12 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
It left an odd taste in his mouth to hear Zenith use his rank, no matter how correct it was, it gave him the impression there was a divide between them, a wound which hadn't healed. He couldn't blame them, there hadn't been time to speak and reunite proper, and Daemyn began to think that his two old friends might not have been that happy to see him. After all, he had been ready to fight the Flight to keep them all in Torrine. They seemed to at ease here, so... happy. He was glad to have failed.
"No offence, " he rumbled, with the air of someone who couldn't believe his ears, "but none of you are trained warriors. If those are the voices of the enemy carried to us, we're as good as dead standing our ground or investigating. They will have Blessings and they will be armed to the teeth. Curiosity isn't worth your lives, is it? Aodh takes prisoners into slavery and leaves nothing living behind. You are either worth something to them or nothing at all. "
As he spoke he made sure to keep his deep voice low and also made a point of staring harshly at all those in favour of investigating. In his opinion, it was madness to take such a risk. If they decided they still wanted to go snooping however carefully, Daemyn would do his utmost to keep them safe. But it was a stupid, stupid idea...
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Post by seechem on Jul 15, 2018 13:03:53 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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The night was bristling and fresh, and Madden's attention flittered between each horse as each voiced an anxious opinion. The red roan's ears were pinned to attention, rose eyes following each face. The caution of the Serorans was evident, and Madden was highly amused...even if some of their points struck home in his own mildly cautious brain.
Farsight spoke up, having glanced Madden with a disapproving look. To the unicorn, this was a badge of honour. "We have to know who they are. We can't walk onwards without knowing who surrounds us. They could have gifts and blessings to finds us, if they had not already. Even if they are complaining, they still may know exactly what is going on and its all just small talk. I cast my vote in looking to see who we are dealing with."
Madden nodded, quite surprised by their leader's take on the situation, but still glad someone else thought they should investigate. Before the mercenary could congratulate himself too much, a wave of countering views surged towards the argument.
"Is that really a good idea?" Zenith, the saviour, spoke up. "We have an advantage right now, do we really wanna give that up because of curiosity?"
"You are, naturally, right." Madden said, a faint smile still ghosting his lips, "but what use is an advantage if we make no use of it at all? Should we continue on and be heard, we face far more trouble than sneaking up on them and figuring out who they are, what they want, and how to handle them."
Azad, who had been quiet up until that point, interjected quickly, speaking to Zenith, "If we get you closer, do you think you might be able to see them better without getting caught?" It was a good suggestion, and would mean only a few of the group would be needed to take the little pegasus closer, and so would 'protect the group'. Just thinking about it left a bitter taste in Madden's mouth. He was used to protecting, it was his job, and he could become mightily protective over others, but this little group was huddled in the shadows with dark, potentially dangerous shapes and voices moving so close, and yet doing nothing to help themselves besides standing there and bickering. "If these horses are our enemy, then any information we can get from them is helpful to our people. If they are not, then they could be fellow Serorans in need of help. Either way, we owe it to our people to learn what we can about them."
"Precisely." Madden said, a curt nod in the windracer's direction. He was a small horse, pretty in his own way. The unicorn's gaze hovered briefly on the zebra-cross's azure eyes, before looking out at the others.
"I can't say I'm not nervous about this. I'm no warrior. I would rather not investigate. Keeping our distance and getting to the destination seems like the safest bet for all of us. In this situation, it seems our civilians outnumber our warriors. It would keep us all safe if we didn't pick a fight." Lynx had spoken up causing the stallion's ears to prick in the quiet of the night.
"And yet," countered the unicorn, as calmly as he could muster himself to be, "if we walk on we could endanger far more than ourselves. As Azad says, they could also be fellows in need of aid. Of course," Madden hesitated, his mind and words morphing around the new points being thrown his way, "we have a limited number of warriors, meaning that a direct offensive would cause us more danger than necessary. That is why we need to get a visual, or at least a little more information than what we currently have. If we just let them continue there is a danger that they get closer to a people already sheltering from war, and we could at least take the news of enemy travel onto our destination should we deem them too dangerous. Really," he gave a soft smile in the darkness, "all we need to do is spy and retreat."
“I can keep us down wind. Or can make a little sand storm.” Aragon contributed further, Madden smiled at her for her ingenuity. "If I just focus on them and a little area around them I can do it. I am ready when you all are."
"That's what I like to hear." Madden spoke softly, he wasn't about taking away Farsight's leadership, but willingness was always welcome to him.
"No offence," the deep, rumbling voice of the Talori guardian caught Madden's attention immediately and he swung his head to look at the palomino. "but none of you are trained warriors. If those are the voices of the enemy carried to us, we're as good as dead standing our ground or investigating. They will have Blessings and they will be armed to the teeth. Curiosity isn't worth your lives, is it? Aodh takes prisoners into slavery and leaves nothing living behind. You are either worth something to them or nothing at all." As he spoke, Madden and those in favour of the suggestion were met with a venomous and icy glare from Daemyn. Madden hated to admit it, but the Talorian had a point. The danger could be immense, it wouldn't be like when he escorted a competent group to God's Landing, this was night time, war time...and danger was a hundred times more likely to be the outcome of their prying. And yet, if they did not pry into what was going on, what would become of their families if this were a small warband? Or if they were a group of injured Serorans, could they survive the trek back? Too many possibilities sweltered in Madden's brain, but he felt sure he had to know what was going on.
"I am trained," Madden spoke softly, glaring back at the Talorian, ears pinned to his neck, "and if we go by without knowing what we pass by, then what is the point? We could be letting in the enemy, or we could be passing by weary friends. Who are we to know? Are our lives not worth the price of thousands? All we need is a couple of us to sneak forward and see what is going on? What could be the great harm in that? We have someone here who can sense them from a distance and someone who can create a camouflage for us." Madden realised his voice was becoming darker with each rhetorical question, grinding his teeth to the point his jaw ached. His mate was out there, healing those who had been injured, trying desperately to protect his people. Madden didn't know much of anything about war, but he did know it was the duty of everyone to contribute. He wasn't going to be the reason a band of Aodhians were able to sneak in behind their lines and pick them all off while his mate was out there trying to heal the Seroran warriors. "None of you have to get involved, no one has to investigate, I was assigned to protect this group while we travelled and I can't help thinking this is the best way to fulfil my job. This is war, I get that it's dangerous. But don't we owe it to our families to do what we can to keep them safe?" He paused, calming his voice and looking at each of them softly. "I just don't want to be the reason a group of Aodhians were able to sneak into our camps..."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 16, 2018 17:41:22 GMT -6
FarsightThe Folk He couldn't blame them, not with fear breathing down their backs. He understood that they were afraid to venture out what it would mean. That it could be their demise, yet who said this war would even end in their favor regardless? In this world as of late it seemed to be one had to take risks, but not everyone deserved to follow in the same steps.
"Perhaps we should break the party back, venture further up, before those that can look travel back towards the noise? It'll take some extra time, but it means those that do not wish to see can be safer, closer to the goal. If those that look do not return in a certain time leave them. Its a risk, but everything seems to be anymore." he remarked offering his idea.
He did not want to condemn everyone with a choice, but perhaps a chance for those wanting to stay away could have one. He wouldn't take the risk with others lives, bit his own, hell he had a dangerous affair with making poor decisions. Why stop now? "Im alright with traveling down to see what is going on." he remarked gently to the group. "No one else has to come, I wont make you all risk something you are not willing to give."
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 17, 2018 9:00:52 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. Lynx took a moment to consider all that was going on around her. There were suspicious equines not far from their position and their group was at odds with each other, split between those who wanted to investigate the newcomers and those who wanted to save themselves and possibly their freedom or their lives. Whichever possible Aodhians wanted to take.
She listened carefully to Farsight and sighed. There was no way the group was going to agree on all doing one thing, which wasn't too terribly surprising. Especially being that Madden was seeming very trigger happy about the idea of pursuing enemies. But this was probably the closest to a compromise as they were going to get, so she let her position be known.
"Farsight, I believe this will be the closest compromise that we can reach. I respect this," she sighed reluctantly. "However, I am staying with those not wishing to investigate. If these are Aodhians, I would rather not risk my freedom or my life. I have loved ones amongst the Serorans evacuated and I have full intent on making it to them," Lynx said decisively. She was anxious and uneasy, but she held herself as if she were as confident as Madden. The mare would stand by her decision and pray to Alya that those who investigate would make it back to the group.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 17, 2018 12:20:54 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Saviour
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
“If we get you closer, do you think you might be able to see them better without getting caught? If these horses are our enemy, then any information we can get from them is helpful to our people. If they're not,” “then they could be fellow Serorans in need of help. Either way, we owe it to our people to learn what we can about them. Everyone who can't help scout can get on the windboard and we can leave at the first sign of trouble. All of us.” Azad's words gave the copper pegasus pause. The group needed them, needed their gift, but... Their thoughts trailed off as most of the others agreed that going was the best idea, following up with a guilt heavy disclaimer that those who didn't wish to help didn't have to, though they could be considered complicit if they nothing. The only one who seemed to disagree entirely was Daemyn, but a single foreign voice opposing the Serorans did little to sway them "I just don't want to be the reason a group of Aodhians were able to sneak into our camps..." Madden's final statement made them flinch as even Farsight piped up with a similar sentiment. "No one else has to come, I wont make you all risk something you are not willing to give."Zen's ears flicked back in irritation. Whether intentional or not, It felt as if the implication was that those wishing to stay behind weren't as selfless, or didn't care as much for the herd. Zen bit the inside of their cheek hard as they mulled over what had been said. "Farsight, I believe this will be the closest compromise that we can reach. I respect this, However, I am staying with those not wishing to investigate. If these are Aodhians, I would rather not risk my freedom or my life. I have loved ones amongst the Serorans evacuated and I have full intent on making it to them." Lynx said, agreeing with Farsight's hair brained plan. Zenith was torn. Stay behind, refusing to use their blessing to help, and leave their loved one to scout alone with the possibility of never seeing him again, or go with those looking for trouble, potentially losing their freedom or their life in the process. It was like being trapped between a rock and a hard place. "I..." Zenith took a deep breath, trying to find the words that seemed to stick in their throat. "... I will get close enough to better use my blessing, as Azad suggested, but no further... I can't..." Zenith stared at their hooves, feeling even more guilty as they spoke. Was it wrong to want to stay out of harms way? Their gaze shifted to Lynx briefly, hoping the mare would stay close. Zenith had no desire to wander closer alone, especially once the others left to investigate further. Either way, whatever they were doing, Zen was just ready to get it done and over with.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 20, 2018 17:54:52 GMT -6
FarsightThe Folk Zen spoke up and Farsight wasn't to pleased that they were going to venture further ahead for the sake of hearing more. Words can be cheaply used, and he much preferred to keep those that wanted safety far from the possibly enemy. A sift sigh escaped his lips as his shoulder slumped forwards. A burden he seemed to carry all to much, ached so deeply in his bones.
"Decision is made then, we all move forwards enough for Zen to hear, once we hear more, a small group can make forwards, while the rest will move back, depending on what is happening." He remarked stern in his voice for once. Farsight did not ask for this leadership position, yet it was thrust onto him as many times before. A fate even he could not escape.
"Let's go." he remarked a frown a bit on his face. Not many here he assumed knew much of war and the tragedies it held. Sometimes the price of knowledge was too much, but Farsight always sought out the truth, from vision and equine a like. His blessing true in the sense he needed to know the secrets of this world. Farsight nodded as he moved forwards in a slow speed assuring they tread softly and carefully. Each step was a step closer to uncertainty, and the last thing he needed was one wrong step and everything is ruined.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jul 21, 2018 10:25:43 GMT -6
Daemyn
Guardian, Husband and Father
This was a stupid idea. Stupid and reckless and if Daemyn's voice had carried any weight with these people, he would have ordered them all to carry on to their destination. Unfortunately, they seemed to favour debating amongst themselves and ignore the advice of a seasoned warrior. Yes, Daemyn was feeling bitter about the decision and it showed in the frown on his face and flattening of his ears. Yet he couldn't blame them for wanting to know what was out there, he just felt that the gamble was much too high.
Standing his ground of a moment, irritation gnawing at his skin, he eventually snorted low under his breath and turned to follow the scouts. If they were about to walk face first into danger, Daemyn would be there to protect them as best he could. He wanted them all to reach the camp, whole and healthy but he would be lying if he denied the fact that most of his concern was centred on Zenith. They held a special importance to him, and he stuck close to their side.
"First sign of trouble we run, " he said in a low voice which hopefully carried to the small group only.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 22, 2018 16:47:00 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. Lynx stayed closer to Daemyn and Zenith, not straying from either's side and keeping all her senses on alert as Farsight led the group ever so close so Zenith may be able to use their blessing. Her coat stood on end and nervousness pricked at her heart and mind, cardinal eyes flicking back and forth.
The golden stallion next to her spoke about what they should do should trouble arise. Run. And truthfully, that sounded like the best plan compared to what they were doing now.
"Agreed," Lynx breathed to Daemyn, a red iris focusing on the Talorian. She kept pace and kept her guard high. Something didn't sit right with the mare. She wondered what they could come across, what the intruders would be. The smoky cream mare gave a swish of her tail, and she stayed even with the Talorian warrior. Who knows? Maybe the whole thing would be just a couple of lost Serorans. Maybe they would be ok.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 23, 2018 12:42:03 GMT -6
Zenith
Serora l Saviour
"And as the world comes to an end, I'll be here to hold your hand"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"Decision is made then, we all move forwards enough for Zen to hear, once we hear more, a small group can make forwards, while the rest will move back, depending on what is happening. Let's go." The sternness in Farsight's voice was foreign and strange to Zen, almost unnerving. Something about it just didn't seem right. Still, they didn't intend to question their betrothed here. Instead, shifting their gaze to the others in the party. Daemyn also looked a bit put off, but Zen wasn't sure if was because of the change in Farsight's demeanor, his decision, or something else altogether. As the group began to slowly make their way forward, Dae hung towards the back, staying close to Zenith and Lynx. "First sign of trouble we run." He whispered quietly. "Agreed." Lynx's voice piped up, mirroring Zen's feelings as the copper horse nodded slightly in their own agreement. That said, they were a bit skeptical about the running aspect. It was a great plan in theory, but in practice, Zen knew it was much easier said than done for them. Especially with the sand already sticking in their brace's joints, causing them to be a bit stiffer than usual, enhancing their limp. Even so, as they continued closer to the source of the voices, Zenith reached out once more. Each hoofstep from a party member reverberating through their senses, each huffed breath. After a few moments, once Zen was sure they'd gotten down the rhythms of their own group, they reached out further. Seeking the strangers out once more, they were careful to take note of any abnormality they could.
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Post by seechem on Jul 24, 2018 14:51:04 GMT -6
M A D D E N
a Mercenary of the Vagabond
'blood like rust on swords i knew, chests and hearts from lovers too'
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Though he could see many within the group still disagreed with the 'scouting' strategy, Madden was glad that Farsight suggested splitting into groups, for those who wished to venture on and those who did not. The roan listened calmly as they spoke and planned, red eyes flickering back and forth between the individuals. He could see the fear and worry, and did feel a pang of sympathy for them. War was terrifying, but the idea of letting Aodhians waltz into the Seroran's camp and...and...! But Zenith was willing to provide more insight with their Blessing, and for that Madden nodded his head silently in appreciation. Judging from the sideway glances he was recieving he wondered whether his speech had been considered as 'crossing a line' by his comrades.
"Let's go." At Farsight's words and movements, Madden fell into step. He waited a heartbeat to see how the group's order would flow, and noticed Daemyn at the rear looking furious. The roan admired the Talorian's insights, respected the warrior aspect of his demeanour, but could not understand how none of them were not curious, did not have that protective need to ensure that all aspects of danger were avoided. And besides, he thought coolly to himself, would it not be more risky to move on and become flanked by their enemy?!
Knowing that Daemyn was at the back, Madden manoeuvred himself to the middle, having to rein in some of his curiosity in order to be able to properly see the group and serve his purpose of a 'protector'. If he was to be a cause of why they decided to get closer, he was determined to do his best to keep them all safe. At that thought he retrieved two of his throwing knives from their sheaths and twirled them idly beside him; eyes darting back and forth through the darkness, blood singing with adrenaline.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2018 0:27:08 GMT -6
aodh npcs The desert was stifling -
and hot
and utterly unfamiliar.
Had they been walking in circles?
The stars shining brightly above did little to ease the Aodhians, their pelts prickling as they muttered curses amongst themselves. Nadia’s aggravation swelled as she continuously sunk into the sand with each step, her curses growing louder and louder until she ultimately came to a halt and proclaimed her anger.
“I’m so fucking done with this stupid fucking desert!”
Kolton’s eyes narrowed, his voice far more hushed - yet still relatively stern - as he chided their leader.
“We’re all sick of the fucking desert - now lower your goddamn voice. We don’t know what else is out here.” The roan’s gaze went to the equine by his side - Marcel wasn’t gravely injured, but he had developed a limp that was slowly but surely wearing him down. They’d need to find a place to stop eventually. “Marcel is hurt. We need to focus on finding someplace safe for him.”
Nadia turned on the smaller stallion, ears flattening as she stared him down. “And where do you suppose we’ll find that safe place, Kolton? Look around you, there’s nothing but this godforsaken shit as far as the eye can see. We can’t stop, we won’t stop-”
At that a third voice chimed in, thoroughly agitated with both sides as they snorted, “Will both of you please shut the hell up?” Gael exhaled deeply as both Nadia and Kolton shut their mouths - they were pissed, but at least they were finally quiet.
Before they could say another word, however, the fifth member of their party spoke, their tone distinctly alarmed as they glanced around the surrounding area.
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Post by sheatothebay on Jul 25, 2018 13:39:05 GMT -6
L Y N X
Serora | The Folk
Oh my darling, it's true.
Beautiful things have
dents and scratches, too. The smoky cream mare had never felt her heart pound as hard as it was against her chest. Her hooves were almost forced to move so close, and it was getting to be a lot to handle. Something wasn't right here. She could feel it. She kept close to Daemyn and kept an eye on Zenith, the copper pegasus extending their blessing and trying to determine just what they were dealing with.
Lynx muttered a soft prayer to Alya, asking for the Wind Mother's wings for protection over the group as they slowly trekked onwards, an intense silence of anticipation over the equines. The voices occasionally still whispered in her ears from the breeze, and she flinched as she heard them again, flicking her tail and pricking her ears. She'd never felt more nervous, more anxious, more ready to run like hell than what she was now. But all they could do was trust Zenith and what they found, because at the word, she was ready to run. |
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Post by savannauni on Jul 25, 2018 15:36:09 GMT -6
Aragons’s small ears would flick around to every horse that talked. The disposition was clearly noted. As Daemyn spoke Aragon’s bristled with irritation. Gruella war fare was the serorans fighting tactics she had been coached in, a warriors tactic she might add. Ari let her own pale lavender eyes meet his icy blue ones. She was certainly smaller than him but wasn’t intimidated by him, she had faced worse creatures that wanted to snap her neck in their jowls than this Talori brute. She stood taller now, eyes falling into a bored look “No warriors?” She repeated and looked around the group. “No I can’t say any of us are your generic shield carrying, sword slicing warriors. But all serorans are warriors.” She snapped. As Farsight spoke again Aragon looked to him and the others as they begrudgingly agreed. A closer look was a good idea. Slowly as the group moved and fell into line Aragon went to the right flank of it. Her head lowered as she walked with quite hives over the shifting sands. Her kunai we’re ready to go at her sides, one was already drawn as they progressed.
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