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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:19:58 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 605: Risk Team Leader: Amaranthe Participants: Amaya, Bix, Dharma, Kristofer, Lucifer, Navjeev, Rynn, Sauron Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: In times of war, Serorans cannot choose to turn away willing allies. While kirins are still looked upon with distrust within the Sedo community they are rightfully remembered as formidable fighters from the ancient tales of Hireath. Two have been asked to shepherd this group of Folk and Windracers through the desert to a safe place. While stopping for a short, hurried break in the twilight of the desert, your group finds a motley group of Vagabonds with tempting tidings. Just over the next rise is an Aodhian supply camp, loosely guarded. Will you seize the opportunity to make your land a little more inhospitable to the invaders? How will your new acquaintances react to your potential act of war? Location: Valley of Melodies Time of Day: Just after sunset Current Weather: Clear Feel free to post after your leader's post!
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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:20:08 GMT -6
The absurdity of her new life never failed to astound her. Amaranthe had been back in the land of the living for roughly three months, and the kirin was still reeling from day to day. This herd was an unusual herd with an unusual mix of species. Though there were few kirins. The lack of kirins left a morose feeling deep in the pit of the mares stomach. While she rarely paid her new herdmates any heed, it was still disheartening to know no one, not remember her whole past, and constantly get looks ranging from fear to outright hatred. And so, she poured her energy into trying to navigate this strange new land… Usually to no avail. She found herself getting lost more often than not, frustrating the kirin and leaving her feeling helpless and confused.
Her continued presence among the herd seemed to lessen the shock value to some it seemed, for there were a few that sought her out, attempting to break down Amaranthe’s walls for a friendship, no matter how resistant or bitter Amaranthe acted. Perhaps it was the fact that there were some who tried to reach out that had caused her current predicament.
The kirin was used to being largely left to her own devices, so when she had been approached, and asked about helping shepherd some of her herdmates, she was confused, but felt obligated to help the herd that had allowed her to stay, surly attitude and all. While she didn’t know where the hell she was going, the group she was guarding did, so she followed their lead for the most part, and pretended she knew what she was doing.
Her past was largely still a mystery to herself, but Amaranthe was slowly learning through some unfortunate encounters that whatever had happened in her past, she had been some kind of fighter, so she was confident enough in her abilities to react accordingly if they happened to be attacked. Thankfully, she was not the only protector, nor the only kirin. It had been a pleasant surprise to meet the other kirin who was in their merry little band, and she wondered if she had known him previously. There wasn’t much time to ask however, and the time didn’t seem right when she did have a spare minute or two on their journey.
The sun had long since set, leaving the desert dark and far cooler than Amaranthe would’ve preferred. Suppressing a shiver, the outcast was prepared to settle down for the night, wanting to rest her weary limbs before they had to set off once again come morning light. Soon enough, her wish was seemingly granted, the group coming to a halt. However, they had come across another group, and while she couldn’t assume to know, she figured they weren’t Serorans. There didn’t appear to be much, if any recognition between the parties, but there was no hostility, so Amaranthe soothed her tense muscles. They seemed to have news to share, so she stood with the rest of her troop, waiting to hear what they had to say.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 1, 2018 17:25:49 GMT -6
Rynn had quickly been separated from her regular travelling partners following the experience they all shared in the Vastlands. Perhaps fortunately (or unfortunately since she tended to run into more bad luck with the company of others) run into a ranger and a peddler on her journey south, back home to Sedo. Their company wasn't particularly similar to what Rynn was most used to, but neither bothered her.
Besides, the accompaniment of the ranger was enough to lull her into a sense of security, even though she'd already bore witness to the movements of armor clad individuals towards the same destination as herself. Those movements had done little to soothe her soul, and perhaps that was where Bix would fail to make her feel safe. How could she when it appeared to her that her most beloved god's herd may be threatened by the heathens from the north.
They had all passed what appeared to be a supply camp flying Aodhian flags only but a few minutes ago, and while Rynn had felt the inexplicable urge to explore it up close, Bix had convinced her against it. A neutral force that, as long as Rynn was traveling with, she would listen to (at least marginally). Amaya though was significantly more similar to Rynn than Bix though, as a peddler she also depended on her wares in the same way that Rynn depended on her performances. While they'd done little to introduce themselves along the journey, Rynn itched to talk to the mare more, when they weren't constantly on the look out against unfriendly Aodhian faces.
That is, until they ran into the small party of Serorans. Rynn didn't recognize any of them, but there was a familiarity to them especially since they appeared so at home in the desert. Rynn was quick to greet them, "Wind beneath your wings!" The familiar greeting hopefully relaxing them further, introducing them as friendly faces. "Are you perhaps going to scout the Aodhian supply camp just over yonder?" She immediately continued, walking closer to the group and ahead of both Bix and Amaya. "I wouldn't mind aiding you if so." She said, assuming that the party was on their way to disrupt the supply chain for the invaders.
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Post by Talentha on Jul 1, 2018 20:42:17 GMT -6
Navjeev  Fleet Footed Windracer The large horse trotted in line with the rest of the group that he had been travelling with. Many of them were horses he had seen as he had delivered various messages and packages across the lands, but they weren't anyone he knew personally. In fact, everyone seemed to be mostly keeping to themselves, much to his displeasure. The young, headstrong stallion always felt like he deserved to be the center of attention, and he supposed that the fact they were in danger likely wasn't helping the fact, but he thought someone should be paying attention to him.
His mind wandered from those thoughts as the sun beat down. His darker pelt didn't do him a service in the sun, and his only redeeming feature was the his fur was long, feathers dancing around his hooves and a curly mess of a main and tail to help protect him from sunburn. Still, he was hot, and he was stuck walking with the group instead of racing along on his windracer. He had never really appreciated how that mode of travel really could get the air moving around him, keeping him cool in the heat. Now he felt like he had taken an unpleasant sticky bath as sweat glistened on his flanks. Maybe that's why everyone wasn't enamored by him yet.
Speaking of his company, the group he was with was a rather odd one. He had never really seen a kirin up close before, and here there were two. He found them fascinating, and often could be found staring at them. He hoped they didn't take it as rude. Navjeev was most curious about the scales, and he wondered if they too itched in this heat, or helped the skin underneath stay cooler. Being the ever so charming creature he was, he decided to ask. The kirins seemed to be never right next to each other so he couldn't ask them both, so eenie meenie minie moe. The one with the purple and pink scales and horns. He could learn to meet the other one later. Picking up his pace to move closer to her, he flashed a smile, hoping it was still his normal charming one even if he was a bit on the warm side.
"Excuse me, but I happen to have loads of questions about your kind and I hope you don't find them rude at all. Oh, where are my manners. I'm Navjeev." His teke glowed the same green grey of his eyes as he held his windracer board off to the side and not in the way. Didn't want to hit her while they were walking or anything. "So, you're a kirin. Forgive me for stating the obvious but I don't think I've really talked to one of you before. It's quite interesting. I know I've been rather silent on this trip, not really sure what to do to be honest, feeling like a fish out of water, but is there any chance you'd be willing to answer something for me? You guys have scales. And this heat is getting to me and I can't help but wonder, is it hotter under them or cooler? Really strange thing to be thinking about I know but yours are such a lovely color I couldn't help but notice and think about them." Was he rambling? He might be rambling. Definitely not charming. Smooth move Navjeev. He resisted the eye roll at himself as he waited for the kirin's response.
Before he could get it though, a voice called from up ahead. He believed it came from a pegasus, and he couldn't help but think of his cousin. He hoped she was safe. Knowing Katerina though, she'd be right where the action was keeping everyone else safe. Ah Kat, he silently did a quick prayer to Alya in his head to keep her safe before addressing the other horse. While he wasn't the leader of this group, he was towards the front and felt he should at least say something.
"And wind beneath your wings!" He paused, not sure if he heard the other part right. "A-Aodhian supply camp?" He turned towards the rest of the group. "Wouldn't that be dangerous?" He spoke to them, unsure of what to do. While he had been trained in fighting, their goal was to make it to the oasis not deal with those that wished to hunt them down. Although, running from them made him feel like a coward, so a part of him wanted to go check it out, maybe cause some destruction along the way. Serves them right for what they've done to his people. He snorted a bit aggressively, then sheepishly tried to hide it as it seemed out of context to what he had just spoken.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 1, 2018 21:30:50 GMT -6
Sauron The Skirmisher Baby sitting. That was what this job entailed, though of course it seemed more important, defending others incase of a war, but his heart craved the battle front. He wanted to lavish in the war the carnage. A sick part of him was eager for it, while another part begged for peace finally. A never ending battle in his mind, which only allowed the Kirin to scowl as they group took a break.
Sauron looked to the others, he hardly cared much for them, but he knew his place. Knew that most of Serora thought less of him and their damn feather duster of a goddess even less so. Still he stuck around, perhaps to stubborn to know a losing battle when he saw one. The only joy he received was being bale to join their ranks. A warrior, but it came at a cost, clearly this was one of them. A faint sigh escaped his lips, but as Vagabonds approached, he felt himself tense up.
Moving to a defensive posture he eyed them wearily, they could be Aodh. He didnt trust much anymore. Not as if this whole herd hadn't given him reason not to. Yet as the mare spoke of Aodh camps, and willing to aid them in a mission, he felt his heart quicken. Yes! This could be something worth wild. Damn the Aodh and be able to make it back with goods to share with the herd. Show them a thing or two.
Ears pinned back as one spoke of it being dangerous, did they not know they were already in a so called dangerous position, Aodh could be anywhere take them all out. Sauron rolled his eyes a bit but looked to other Kirin. "This would be good for us, for Serora. Raiding their supplies. Weaken them, to strengthen us." he remarked. It was clear he was keen on this idea. It was war, and Sauron was willing to play dirty.
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Post by Squiggy13 on Jul 1, 2018 23:11:04 GMT -6
(Amaya: Vagabond Peddler)
'Please, Alya.... Please keep my daughter, and the rest of my family safe, and give your people the strength they need to drive away these invaders away from their homes, and lands.' This was the silent prayer that Amaya found herself repeating every time she saw evidence of the unrest in Sedo, and now she repeated it in her mind once more as she, and the small band she was with saw the Aohdian supply camp as they passed. She was old enough to know that war wasn't a game, and that it was a terrible thing that put your most cherished friends and family at deadly risk. It was these rumors of war, and the evidences of it that had brought Amaya back to Sedo. True, she enjoyed traveling, but how could she stand being so far away from her family at such a time? Manwë had agreed with her, and it had been decided that they would return to Amaya's homelands, and most likely stay to ensure that if anything happened, and they were needed, that they would be close by to help. She'd welcomed the company of Rynn and Bix, for in such times, there was safety in numbers, and when they had spotted the group of Seroran travelers, she'd been more than happy to try to join with them as well. The more the merrier, and all that. So when Rynn had gone to greet the small party, Ammy hadn't been too far behind her. "Wind beneath your wings, fellow travelers." She said, her tone friendly, and her eyes welcoming as she greeted everyone in turn, and lightly brushed her bright, orange wings against each of them in turn, as if they were all old friends meeting up again after some time apart. For it was heartening to see members of her old herd, and their presence alone lifted her spirits a good deal. Even the kirins were no exception to her warm greetings. She turned her head to Navjeev as the younger horse spoke after Rynn mentioned checking out the supply camp near them. He appeared to be young still, no more than a few years older than her own daughter, she gave him a gentle, motherly sort of smile, and nodded. "Yes, there is a possibility that it could be dangerous, but then many things in this life are dangerous, but still worth taking a risk for. Still, I am glad to see that you see the seriousness in this, and that you are not treating it lightly. Indeed it shows wisdom." Amaya then looked at Rynn, and went to stand closer to the other mare, showing support for the idea. For she too was willing to go along to get a closer look at the supply camp. "My friend here wouldn't be the only one, as I too would be glad to accompany you as well."
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 1, 2018 23:17:07 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
His entire life just seemed to be one thing after another. First it was his ridiculous decision to drink those damned aging potions, then it was his mother shipping him off to Aquore to live with his father, only to find himself living in a war torn nightmare that ended with the death of the very father he'd been sent to live with, and then he was on his way to yet another unfamiliar country with the only familiar face being his cousin Merrill who had left Aquore with him. So here he was, an Aodhian Noble and a Talori Prince secretly living among the nomadic desert people as a windracer. It was ridiculous. The ammount of work these people expected from him was absolutely unbelievable. Still, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter if he wanted to survive here, so he did what he had to to pull his weight, albeit grumbling about it the entire time. Tonight was no different. As the small group made their way through the desert, the young stallion trailed along slowly, dragging his feet and pulling his wind board behind him. Everything about this en devour was boring. Not even the two kirins leading the group were able to pique his interest much, not that they seemed real talkative themselves anyway. After what seemed like hours, the group was approached by a small party of strangers. They greeted the group with what Lucifer had learned to be a common Seroran greeting, and once they identified themselves as friendly, the pintaloosa promptly tuned them out... at least until he heard something that grabbed his attention and wouldn't let go. "A-Aodhian supply camp? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"
The voice of a fellow windracer spoke up. Lucifer flicked his ears forward slightly, tuning in to the rest of the conversation. The darker kirin responded quickly to the windracer's quip. "This would be good for us, for Serora. Raiding their supplies. Weaken them, to strengthen us."
Conflicted at first, Lucifer felt his frustration at being cast away from his homeland settle in his chest. They had abandoned him when things took a turn for the worst. They had left him there to die. The Serorans on the other had, however backwards and primitive their ways seemed, had been there when he needed someone, and had given him a new home when he'd lost the one he'd had. Besides that, a "dangerous" raid sounded like a lot more exciting than just continuing on through the desert like they didn't exist. Leaping to the kirin's side, wind board grasped firmly in his teke, he nodded in agreement. "Lets do it!"
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 2, 2018 17:51:22 GMT -6
 Bix |Ranger | Slate 017 The zebra particularity enjoyed his assignments to the desert. The food was good, the warm weather always easier to travel in than rain or snow, and the hospitality of the Serorians was friendly but genuine. They were easy to work with and always seemed more than respectful of his appreciation for silence. And Alya's lands were quite beautiful if he did say so himself.
He was acting as an escort to a winged peddler he met on the road shortly after
departing one of the outposts in Serora. Though the zebra was carrying mail for
Sedo, his bag was light. Passing the Vastlands, their party added another member.
He couldn't have cared much less, really. Aware of the boiling dispute between the
herds, Bix figured a politically-neutral travel companion could offer a sense of security
to the winged mares.
The supply camp of Aodhians in the desert was a rather amusing sight, but Bix could
not investigate, convincing the winged bard to keep moving. To interfere would be to
threaten the Code. As a ranger, Bix had no opinion in the matter of war between the two
herds. What he worried more about was the possible destruction of the wildlife and the
land itself. Aodhians from the fire god were creatures of flame and destruction.
A wild fire in the dry desert could be especially devastating.
The sun had just finished setting - another reason Bix enjoyed missions to the desert -
when they came upon a group of Serorians. Greeting them just as his companions,
"Wind beneath your wings,"
his ears immediately pinned farther back than he normally held them as Rynn spoke
of the supply camp they had passed. Her words immediately sparked the attention of
a young stallion and a kirin, making his skin ripple in irritation.
As more of the horses around him began to converse and agree to raid the camp, the
ranger listened. From their words, he could sense ambition... but they weren't planning,
weren't creating a strategy. These weren't Serorian skirmishers, nor were they furies.
"Before you decide to raid a camp of militant aodhians, remember what
you're really traveling for."
He stepped forward as he spoke, expression the usual look of condensed rage as his
gravelly voice remained patient and level. He eyed the party of Serorians before him,
then glanced to the two pegasi he had traveled with that had been so keen to jump
into action. Perhaps the kirins were fighters, for their strange appearance in this world
still seemed unclear. The first interaction Bix had had with one of the antlered equine
still stuck with him, a dark creature with gold antlers topped in blue flames that weilded
a lightning axe... the experience must have been what it was like to escape a dragon
in the days of old.
Surly, the children of the fire god were fighters.
But the rest were not, and his job as a ranger was to protect. Not to fight or get involved
in the petty politics of the herds. He supposed they were seeking refuge or moving to trade
somewhere north of Sedo.
"I am a Ranger, Slate 017. If you chose to attack, I will not aid you."
He had traveled Serora enough to know most of the commandments of the herd, but
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 5, 2018 8:30:56 GMT -6
Kristofer | Seroran Folk
He had been quiet most of the journey, walking side by side with other Serorans told to find safety away from the violence. War was here, that was for certain. But why they had to walk all the way across the scorching desert was beyond him. He had felt perfectly safe with his caravan, with his pumpkin fields and flower pots. Perfectly safe within the walls of Osulas, but now as they walked through the canyons, walls on all sides of them, on their way to the Oasis, Kristofer couldn’t help but feel completely exposed. Comforted only by the cheerful noises of Inigo and Taline in the back of his caravan he pulled on his shoulders, he listened intently to the conversations of others. His eyes cast onto Amaranthe, her antlers and scales somehow glittering in the darkness. He sighed hard. At least there was one familiar face among them… and there was Sauron of course, but Kristofer was rather wary of him.
When the Vagabonds had come across their path, the large stallion’s eyes found the zebra that spoke, speaking wise words and stating his position rather abruptly. Kristofer could appreciate blunt communication, it was a breath of fresh air for someone coming from a herd of individuals who were stereotypically sensitive and naive. And that was the moment that he decided to speak up.
“I agree wholeheartedly. We are traveling to reach sanctuary and safety, not plummet into a battle with trained and lethal Aodhian soldiers. While we have training, yes, they have us outnumbered four to one, I’m sure of it. And please, let’s try not to forget I have my children with us. I will not stand for the endangerment of my children. They have been through ENOUGH without any foolhardy decisions being made.”
His hardened eyes turned to the two pegasi who had brought the whole damn idea up in the first place. In the back of his caravan where there had once been cheerful noise, there was now silence. Inigo has peered half of his face out of the cloth covering the structure, his eyes wide at his adoptive father’s strong tone. The little hybrid foal looked to his father, and Kristofer looked back at him, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Inigo. Everything is okay. I’m not going anywhere.” With the child’s fear satisfied, his father heaved into the harness, pushing forward.
“If you idiots want to attack a group of fucking soldiers, be my guest. But leave me the hell out of it.”
He walked until he had joined Amaranthe’s side, a deep sigh pushing through his lungs. He glanced at her, offering her a kind eye before looking back down to concentrate on the heavy caravan on his back. “I really hope the gods know what they’re doing.” He commented before he quieted again, resigning to watching his step in the darkness. The children would hopefully soon be asleep, he only prayed all would be well as they trekked through dangerous territory.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 5, 2018 9:43:49 GMT -6
SauronThe Skirmisher He would have to be say he was impressed that so many would agree with the idea, it could give them a chance to plot and scope things out. A chance to better them all out. Though as one of the Ranger speaking of remembering their cause. Yet Aodh was deeply rooted into this cause, the whole reason they are traveling, fleeing within in their own country was Aodh. Sauron was about to speak out, but then someone deicded to speak first.
Kristofoer spoke, and by the Gods did everything they sputtered out their mouth aggravate the kirin. The spoke so lowly of the team and it made his skin crawl, and his lips curl up with anger. "Clearly we are all just talking, no one has left have they not? So perhaps next time you start a speech, just state your point without calling everyone here an idiot." Sauron remarked a faint smoke filtering from his mouth. Sauron was always quick to anger, and being called an idiot for merely speaking of a possibility was the spark to the flame.
Still Sauron noted the character and made a mental mark of them and soon brushed them off his shoulder, he refused to be belitted anymore then had had in Serora. He had proved his worth here time and time again, helped a team save a group from Thunderbirds, agreed to go to war for Serora, and has even joined their ranks. Every insult towards him was another burden he carried on his shoulder, another mark to try to wipe clean from his red slate. He looked to the others that have not spoken and wondered where they would throw their lot too.
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Post by Talentha on Jul 5, 2018 19:04:56 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer While the Kirin that Navjeev had spoken to continued to remain silent, the other one on the contrary made himself a bit more vocal. He was outspoken, clearly itching for a fight and that made the stallion nervous. He wasn't looking to fight. On one hoof, he did happen to have a few weapons. In times of war, one couldn't be too careful. He had been paranoid of an ambush since the start of this little journey, and as such, he could picture his cousin telling him to arm himself. One quick stop to a peddler later and well, his saddlebags were full.
The pale pegasus seemed to have gentle words, and paid him most attention. She too wanted to go after the Aodhian camp, as did most of the others. The two that stood out most for against it was the striped one that called himself a Ranger, and the peddler with his cart. Navjeev had seen the foals peeking their heads out, and even romping around the first few nights they made camp, so he understood fullheartedly his reasoning for staying out of this. A fight was no place for children.
Even so, the dark horse felt they should looking into it, and decided to speak to them all. It has dissolved into bickering and arguments, especially as the second kirin, he believed he had called himself Sauron earlier in their journey, seemed rash and angry. Taking a breath, he calmed himself before continuing. No need to stutter again. Speaking wasn't his forte, but he was willing to try.
"Please, everyone. It seems this has started to spiral down into sparks of a temper. Perhaps we all should take a moment to think before we speak. Now, raiding the camp could be beneficial to us, even if it is dangerous. If we are careful, we might be able to avoid being caught. I am fulling in favor of at least getting close to scout it to see if further action can be done. That being said, we have children in the group, and we have a ranger. While I know little of what that means, it seems to me like they are a neutral force." He sent a questioning look towards the zebra, asking with his eyes to correct him if he was wrong.
"I also think we should stop being so hasty. We need to calmly discuss the plan of attack. To do that, we need to know what we are all good at. My name is Navjeev. I'm a windracer, and I'm fast. I'm not good at much else, but I have a few weapons, and like all Serorians, I possess basic combat training. I have some room in my saddlebags in the event we need to grab something, and I can likely transport someone if they become too injured. Let us hope it doesn't come to that."
He paused to take a deep breath. While he was usually vain and great at speaking to people, this was different, he wasn't talking about himself here, and it was oddly nerve wracking. He held up a hoof to pause everyone to indicate he wasn't finished, and took another breath before continuing.
"While we would be a better force if we were together as a group, I believe we can all understand and put aside any judgement on those that wish to stand aside. We my be fleeing for our lives from those that want to destroy us and our homes, and while it sucks, I want to try to do something instead of feeling helpless."
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Post by brandvandet on Jul 5, 2018 19:30:20 GMT -6
Please make sure you are all in the mandatory discord server as there is some pertinent information that gets shared/updated there!
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Post by Squiggy13 on Jul 6, 2018 0:42:21 GMT -6
(Amaya: Vagabond Peddler)
Had Kristofer's response to the discussion been slightly less insulting to her ears, Amaya might have been swayed to see things more from his perspective, and perhaps even have caused her to rethink the decision about taking some form of action against the Aodh camp. However..... calling her, and just about everyone else in the group an idiot, and to her mind at least, insinuating that she didn't care about what might happen to innocent children, seemed to upset her, and it showed itself in the way she pinned back her long ears, shuffled her large, orange wings impatiently, and gave Kristofer a hard glare, though she wasn't sure if he'd even noticed it or not. How dare he! She had a child too! Only she did not have the peace of mind in knowing that her child was safely with her, and heading to a safer location. No.... her baby was out there... somewhere... possibly involved in, or about to be involved in the fighting, and Amaya was powerless to help her. She didn't have the option to spirit her child away to safety, and these thoughts only worsened her already hurt feelings. When Sauron spoke, she had to admit that she agreed to what he had said. They were only talking, it wasn't as if they had all charged off at once in a mindless frenzy! While Amaya felt that everyone was entitled to their own opinion in the matter, there were far better ways of putting it to be sure. She had just opened her mouth to give Kristofer a piece of her own mind, when Navjeev spoke again.
Navjeev's words were enough to convince Amaya to close her mouth, and not say something that she might regret later. After all, she was supposed to be one of the responsible adults here, and acting like a hot-headed teenager would do nothing but cause trouble, and trouble was not something that anyone needed in these times... So even though her ears were still laid back, and did not relax into their usual, upright position. Her voice was at least calm and even as she spoke, though tinged with the slightest hint of her earlier aggravation.
"Yes, Navjeev's words are quite true.... " She said, and took a deep breath before continuing, and her ears at last relaxed as she continued speaking. "I pass no judgements on those who do not wish to tempt a fight with these invaders, each of us must do as they feel is right, but I know that I for one have already made an offer to make a stand against them, and I will not go back on that now. This land was once my home.... I have kin here, and if I have a chance to aid the children of this land by fighting against these invaders, well then I will fight until my last breath."
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 6, 2018 17:06:43 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
The young stallion's ears pinned flat against his skull as the others spoke. Insults were spewn and those who had been in favor of a raid were labeled as 'idiots' and 'hasty'. He grumbled under his breath, anger flaring as Kristopher and Narjeev spoke as if they were standing on their own damned stages expecting everyone to heed their words. It was infuriating. All anyone had been doing was talking. No one had actually done anything hasty, or anything at all... yet. But that was fine. If they wanted to label Lucifer as a hasty idiot, he would show them just what that looked like. Throwing his wind board on the ground, he jumped onto it as it's bright blue sails flared open. Pushing off with his left hind leg, he took off towards where the vagabond had indicated the camp was. "Do whatever the hell you want, but I'm going!" He called over his shoulder, leaving the group behind. Right or wrong, there was no way he was about to let this opportunity pass him by.
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Post by iceenights on Jul 7, 2018 16:04:24 GMT -6
(Dharma|Folk)
The buckskin had been following the rest of the group in silence right in the back where most wouldn't bother being in a situation like this, quietly looking around at the vast land of sand and trying to keep a smile on her face even though it was a bad attempt at doing so. The thought of war plaguing everyone around her, nipping at the back of their mind like a flea that wouldn't go away was making her nervous, not because she was afraid of it since she would thoroughly deny it despite having a bit of fear, it was due to her worry of her family. She muttered under her breath about how dumb it was for her 'special little sister' to choose to be a skirmisher, but the muttering stopped upon some fellow travelers making their way over to speak of the nearby Aodhian supply camp.
With her ears raised and forward she heard talk about possibly raiding the camp to weaken the invaders, which caught her attention faster than the thunder birds that tried to snatch her little horse flank when she was a young and dumb little foal. This talk made her remember her saltiness from her childhood, how her baby sibling Puja showed more potential than her, always managing to one up her, and always seemed to be the better child out of her and her siblings. Letting this past envy rise to her surface she smiled, which only had been dampened slightly by the words of the ranger guiding them to sanctuary and the equine with the foals, but it wasn't stopping her from getting hyped.
"I think we should do it while anyone who doesn't or shouldn't can trot to safety." She said slightly out of nowhere, her body bouncing as she felt excited with the thought. "Most of us are free to fight for our homeland since we don't have much holding us down, so the ranger guy can just take the one with foals to safety as we fight the nasty Aodhians!" Cheering in excitement and ready to fight, her words cut off at the sound of the hippocampus stallion charging off on his wind board towards where the camp supposedly should be. "Hey wait up!" Not wanting to be left behind she dashed after him calling out only once as she ran, letting her foolish nature take over. Oh boy this should be good....
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 8, 2018 17:47:32 GMT -6
 Bix | RangerAgitation arose as the situation continued. Suddenly, two hotheaded fools had leftthe group, heading from where Bix and the two pegasus mares had come. A scowl curled the edges of his dark lips. The code of a ranger was to be a guard and to pro-tect any equine from harm, just as it was to forfeit alliance of any form to a herd orpolitical cause. That meant that if the Aodhians were in danger, he would have to cometo their aid just as he would come to the Serorians'... Bix shook his head, watching thetwo speed off across the sand."Too much politics," the zebra muttered under his breath.Turning back to the group, Bix addressed them patiently."For those of you wishing to continue on your original path, I offer my help as an
escort. If the safe place you're looking to find crosses the Aodhian camp, I will offer
protection, but only if you chose to remain peaceful."
As he spoke, Bix lightly touched the longbow with his teke. Times of war were truly atest of personal strength. Part of him wished he wasn't here, that he wasn't getting involved with the petty matters of the herds. The stress of the situation was growing heavy across his shoulders, though some of it was probably just exhaustion from travel.He was beginning to grow impatient. Post #2 | WC: 237 |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 11, 2018 2:37:55 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Outcast
Alert ears pricked as the pegasi spoke of an Aodhian camp not far from where they were currently located, and an offer for aid, should they choose to move in on the camp. No sooner than the mare had quit talking, the others quickly began talking, several for raiding or attacking, and two severely rejecting the idea. The kirin listened to all the voices clamoring, bickering as insults were thrown. While she could appreciate the need to protect his two kids, Amaranthe knew that attacking the camp, or even silently raiding it would not only hinder their enemies, but could also yield supplies that they could desperately use. It was a risk, but Amaranthe figured it was worth it, should they be successful.
Besides, it wasn't much like Amaranthe really had anything connecting her to this strange new world, so she had little fear of discovery or fighting, should they be spotted.
Before she could put in her two cents worth, two of her companions took off towards where the vagabond had mentioned the camp was.
"Shit. I'm supposed to protect them!" the outcast cursed under her breath. Turning towards the Zebra, she leveled him with a menacing stare, her pink eyes nearly glowing in the moonlight as she bared her sharp teeth at him. "You offer an escort, then you protect Kristofer and his kids, and anyone else who stays with him. If I return and find harm has befallen any of them, so help me Ignacio, you will live long enough to regret it." She could really give two shakes of a rats ass if any of the pack befell trouble on their own terms, but when she was supposed to keep them safe, they'd stay safe if it was the last thing she did.
With that, she bunched her hindquarters up and sprung off after the two fools who took off without a plan. Her thundering gallop silenced by the pliant sand under hoof, she followed the trail of hoof and board tracks. With any luck on their side, they'd raise some hell without hell fighting back.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 12, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -6
SauronThe Skirmisher Well things have now turned for the worst, he thought miserably. Eyes switched to their so called leader of this makeshift group. Great job, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He watched as the kirin made some threats to the ranger and he chuckled softly. "I'll come with you." he remarked taking off after the other Kirin. At least he was battle trained and if they managed to get themselves into trouble, well hell at least he could find a way to release some of his anger. "Good luck." he remarked with a coy smirk at the Ranger Bix. He would have his hooves filled if he managed not to do his 'duty'. With that he took off dashing after the two kids and the kirin.
Eyes narrowed at the two idiots running off as if some would be hero would. Honestly they should let them met their maker, but apparently that really isn't the Serorian way. "Would you both slow down!" He snarled at them, the last thing they needed was to just bombard the camp. Nostrils flared as a faint trail of smoke seemed to escape them, his fury growing at why the hell they had to be bunched in with these kids. Eyes narrowed and he hoped to all the Gods those kids could feel the weight of his glare on their backside.
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Post by Talentha on Jul 12, 2018 21:30:37 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer Navjeev was quick. He thought quickly, he ran quickly, and often spoke quickly. He has slowed down to make his point to the others, but now action was prodding him along a bit more his normal pace. When the other windracer sped off, he mentally relished the challenge, enjoying the idea of beating the smaller horse to a race. As he thought on it, he realized just how small the rest of his party was. Even Sauron, whose horns made him seem the largest equine here, could not look Nav in the eyes. On the contrary, it was only the kirin Amaranthe that he had attempted to speak to before that stood taller than him.
It did not pass his noticed that the aforementioned kirin had ignored him. He figured as much, she had other things on her mind, but it irked him. He found himself irresistible and assumed everyone else did. That she could ignore him was not a fact lost on him.
Taking his mind off the matter, he swiftly tossed his wind racer into the dirt, his teke pulling the sail into place. His board was larger than most, designed to fit his great size plus a small amount of cargo if needed for transport. As such, people assumed it to be bulky and not very agile, just as they assumed that he would be, but he always proved them wrong.
"Everyone staying behind, stay safe under Alya's wings." He didn't speak much more, only nodding to the small group, and swiftly kicked his board into gear, determined to show off what he could do.
The rest of them had a head start. It would be easy to overtake those on foot, a bit harder to reach the other horse on his board, and the pegasi. Luckily, those with wings hadn't started moving yet, so Navjeev had the advantage there. Nav had always wanted his talents and or blessings to grant him even greater speed, if that was even possible, and he pushed himself to the limits as he maneuvered his board with skill. As they were nearing the camp, he didn't want to be loud, but he let out a quiet whinny of delight. This was where he belonged. Speeding along almost as if he had wings.
While he wasn't a herder in the traditional sense, he angled his board to attempt to shepherd the group, more in particular, those that has run out in front, Dharma and Lucifer, together with the rest so that they could all organize a plan of attack together. The camp wasn't much further away at the speed the wind racers had been going, and he knew they needed to slow down instead of racing in. He hated that they couldn't just run in like that, but oh boy did he want to. He had lost sight of the others in his attempt to shepherd them, he had perhaps let himself get a bit distracted by his chase, and came to a stop behind a ridge where they could all gather without being seen, but still get a look at the camp. Being larger, he had hoped the group could make him out from however far away they were, and motioned with them to join him, grabbing his throwing knives in the process to have them ready.
He was no leader by any means, and thought it odd that the group didn't seem to have one particular equine they followed. Perhaps after this, the true leaders of the group would rise up to shine through in these dangerous times.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 16, 2018 14:33:02 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
As Lucifer sped away, he could hear voices calling out to him from behind, voices telling him to wait up and stop, though he was unwilling to do neither. Sand kicked up into his face as he continued, focused only on making it to the camp and making the Aodh wish they had never abandoned him in the first place. As he approached the camp, he spotted the other windracer in the corner of his eye. Leaning into his board, he sped onward, swerving off towards an outcropping of stones large enough to hide behind as Navjeev swung wide, herding him towards it. Snorting in dissatisfaction, he skidded to a halt and jumped off his board as the other joined him. While he rolled his eyes, somewhat irritated by someone else taking it upon themself to tell him what to do, he couldn't deny he was thankful that he wasn't the only one standing here. The idea of having to deal with the Aodhian camp alone was not a pleasant one, and knowing there were actually others willing to fight brought a small smile to his lips. Glancing briefly at the shadows approaching from the darkness, Lucifer stomped a fore hoof impatiently. "So, what do you propose we do now?" He asked the other windracer, his voice dripping in irritation and sarcasm, before peering around the stones to try and get a good idea of what they were actually up against.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 16, 2018 15:02:26 GMT -6
Rynn couldn't help but grin slyly as the rest of the group agreed with her so easily. She ignored Kristofer's rant and Bix's warning, quickly turning to them, "Then it's settled. The ranger can protect you and the children; the rest of us are going to make it so that our home, your home too, don't get razed." Rynn smiled angelically and stepped back, watching as the others quickly took off.
She may not have been the most practiced at teleportation, but she was getting the hang of it, and with a minute of focus she had appeared alongside the rest of the group. Tucking her ruffled feathers back into place, she nodded at the camp. "It's dark and we don't have to be blatantly obvious." She said softly.
"When you're running from or sabotaging the slavers in Eithne it's easiest to blitz them. That's how the vindicators do it; how some of the cultists hunt too." She continued. Taking into account that two of them were pegasi, and that the rest were eager to help ruin the camp, windracers and kirins alike, she figured they were not lacking in ability. Now all they needed to do was organize themselves for success.
"I've been blessed with teleportation, but I can also fly. Perhaps y'all also have blessings that will aide us, or training that will?" She slowed her speech for a moment, "But I have never been formally taught to fight; my only experience is dodging the murderers and slavers in the North. I'm sure someone has better advice?" She looked to both of the kirins. All those she had met in the months previous had been shown to carry their wits about them, these two would likely be no different.
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Post by Talentha on Jul 18, 2018 11:14:57 GMT -6
Navjeev Fleet Footed Windracer Navjeev caught the grin on the other windracer's face, reading into it some unspoken joy at raiding the camp. He couldn't help it himself, he trembled a bit with excitement. Sure this was dangerous, but adrenaline was surging at the idea of striking back at the Adohian's who were invading his home. This would be the perfect opportunity to both hurt them, and help his fellow equines of Sedo.
As Lucifer asked him what he supposed they do now, Nav couldn't help but notice the sarcasm. He ignored it for now, and spoke with lighthearted tones and a smile. "I'd say we do what we do best. Be fast, be awesome." He winked at the other horse. Internally, he was screaming at himself. Don't be flirty now Nav, keep your head in the game. But that part of him that couldn't resist just knew he was irresistible, and did it anyway.
Before he could explain himself further, a pegasus appeared besides them, and the heavyset horse was startled into jumping a smidge before he regained his composure. Luckily, he noticed it was one of the vagabonds, and not an enemy, otherwise they would have been royally screwed. He noticed that most of the others were approaching, and they should be able to hear the scarred pegasi's words. He also listened as an idea formulated inside his head. He was no tactician, but with Rynn's words, he felt more sure that his idea may work.
"I agree completely with you, and let me add a bit to that." He spoke loud enough that everyone approaching could hear, but made sure he wasn't so loud that his voice would carry over the ridge to the camp. "I'm only minorly skilled with knowing the weather, but my gut says it should continue to stay clear for a while, so no counting on rain or anything to provide cover. Anyhow, I think our best bet would be to split up, causing trouble in various places. That should cause more confusion and prevent them from focusing their counterattacks at all of us at once. Destroying goods and causing general chaos seems to be the best plan of action."
He nodded to the other windracer and himself as he spoke the next bit. "Lucifer and I have our boards. We could gather up some supplies ourselves to take back to our people. Anyone else who can carry supplies can also grab some on the way out, hell, Kristofer may have some extra room in his cart for some. The theft combined with destroying goods should hurt them and help us easily."
He looked next towards the kirins, Sauron in particular. He knew he hadn't imagined the smoke at his nostrils. "I can't imagine anything they might have to move and take down, wagons, tents, etc would be super heavy duty. As such, I get the feeling they're probably not fireproof and probably pretty easy to ignite. I get the feeling some fire power might be coming from you two, and you'll be our main destructive force. I bet the appearance of kirins fighting them might be distracting enough, I doubt they know who exactly you guys are allied with."
"Lastly, I don't think we should stay too long. As Rynn says, we need to blitz them. Move fast and attack fast, not giving them too much time to think and reorganize. The longer we wait, the harder it will be for us to get out of there. While I don't know about the rest of you, I really don't want to be captured or dead today, so I'd rather get in, get out, and get our asses to the safety of the oasis."
As he waited for everything to sink in, he hauled out his prayer idol out of his saddlebags. "Alya, please watch over us." he whispered to the wood, holding it close to his heart before putting it back in his saddlebags. What replaced it was a dagger, and he steeled himself for possibly the biggest challenge he has ever had. "Let's do this."
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Post by Squiggy13 on Jul 18, 2018 19:05:44 GMT -6
(Amaya: Vagabond Peddler)
As the rest took off towards the camp, Amaya spread her wings, and took to the air. She didn't rise very high into the air, but rather glided low to the ground, only flapping every now and then to keep herself from plowing into the ground. She knew that with her light colored coat, and bright wings that she could be spotted even in the dying twilight, and she didn't want to risk giving away their position by flying too high. If they were really going to do this, than stealth and surprise would be their greatest advantage. Silent as a shadow, she pulled up as she reached the rest of the group, and folding in her large wings. She was just in time to here Navjeev and Rynn voice their opinions on the best method of attack, and nodded in agreement. "Yes, we all must keep in mind that this is not a 'stand and fight to the end', but rather a do as much damage as possible in the least amount of time." She partially lifted her wings then, and continued. "I can also provide some extra cover if needed by using my wings to stir up clouds of dirt and sand. However, I do not think we should split up entirely. They undoubtedly outnumber us, and if we get completely separated from each other, we'll be that much easier to surround and capture...or kill. Not to mention that when we make our exit, it would be easy for somebody to get left behind without notice if we do not keep each other in sight. So we should try to keep at least one of our party in sight at all times no matter where we go. "
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 19, 2018 1:41:36 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"I'd say we do what we do best. Be fast, be awesome." The windracer said with a wink in response to his mostly rhetorical question. Raising an eyebrow in mild confusion, he turned his attention back to the others, only to find himself stumbling backwards in suprise as one of the vagabonds appeared out of thin air. He'd heard of teleportation before, but he'd never seen it first hand. That said, it seemed like a useful blessing to have. Lucifer rolled his eyes dramatically as the the rest of the party arrived, only to listen to them start talking once more. At least this time they all seemed on board with the raid, though his impatience was growing with each passing moment. "When you're running from or sabotaging the slavers in Eithne it's easiest to blitz them. That's how the vindicators do it; how some of the cultists hunt too. I've been blessed with teleportation, but I can also fly. Perhaps y'all also have blessings that will aide us, or training that will?" He nodded slightly as Rynn finished speaking, his thoughts turned to his own blessing. "I can manipulate shadows, and travel within my own." He said matter of factly, taking a peek at the camp to take note of any light source available. He nodded in agreement as Navjeev mentioned him and his board, knowing they could get in and out quickly with some choice goods. It was a solid plan, though as irritated as he was, Lucifer would never admit it out loud. "..Move fast and attack fast, not giving them too much time to think and reorganize. The longer we wait, the harder it will be for us to get out of there. While I don't know about the rest of you, I really don't want to be captured or dead today, so I'd rather get in, get out, and get our asses to the safety of the oasis. Let's do this."Fast. Lucifer could do fast. Grabbing his board, he prepared to take off towards the camp as soon as he was given the signal, trying to mentally note anything of value that he could grab upon arrival. That said, it was still a fair distance off, and details were difficult to make out. "Yes, we all must keep in mind that this is not a 'stand and fight to the end', but rather a do as much damage as possible in the least amount of time. I can also provide some extra cover if needed by using my wings to stir up clouds of dirt and sand. However, I do not think we should split up entirely. They undoubtedly outnumber us, and if we get completely separated from each other, we'll be that much easier to surround and capture...or kill. Not to mention that when we make our exit, it would be easy for somebody to get left behind without notice if we do not keep each other in sight. So we should try to keep at least one of our party in sight at all times no matter where we go. "
A new voice spoke up as the party lie in wait. Lucifer didn't bother turning to see who it was, and instead nodded in silent agreement, glancing over at Navjeev briefly. The other wind racer was his best bet for a buddy system, as they'd be better able to keep up with each other. He flicked his ears back, listening for any more interruptions or better yet, the signal to go.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 19, 2018 17:16:42 GMT -6
SauronThe Skirmisher Fury arose within the kirins chest as he watched everyone banter as if this was nothing. He doubted any of these fools had actually risked their life on anything of much value. He shook his head and looked to Lucifer, the one that could nearly throw this chance to the ground. "Stop being so eager for this." he sneered with distaste. "Know and understand the real cost of war. We do not know much about this camp, besides a few passing words, you honestly think just running off you could be the hero? Get yourself killed and sad how if you died, we couldnt get your body to mourn. You'll be food for their pets, a skeleton before sunrise." he arched a brow shaking his head. Children knew absolutely nothing of war.
War is what he felt so ingrained to his soul, had allowed himself to fight and die for a herd that hardly wanted him. Yet here was laying out the harsh truth of this situation, how one spark could burn them all. He looked to the others as they made plans the idea to be quick and silent. Thank the fucking Gods they could at least stop now to plan. "I know how to fight been trained, fought thunderbirds here already. If it gets ugly, I'll come in. Its best to move in quick and silently. Wreck and steal anything valuable. Some of us should fall back the fighters in case they pull forwards to chase, we can hold them back at." he eyed his other Kirin comrade and hoped they had some sort of training. But once again they were the leader and as much as Sauron hated it, he knew for once when to allow someone to take the lead. Gods he hoped they all understood there was a chance not any of them would make it back if things went poorly.
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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jul 20, 2018 14:20:23 GMT -6
 Bix | RangerHe was left with only the father now, apparently the the most intelligent of the Serorian group. The sun had fully left the horizon line and the cool blanket of thedesert's night sky filled the atmosphere. Sedo's light glowed dimly across the sand,contrasted by the cool stars coming out above their heads. Bix took a deep breath,steadying his nerves. If those fools expected to rejoin the stallion and himself, Bixwouldn't accept their company... especially if it included angry Aodhian soldiers.He met the other horse's vivid green eyes, addressing him in an even voice."May we continue?"Upon inspection, the stallion was relatively young... probably about a decadeyounger then he was. He stood much taller than Bix, but with a posture thathinted at insecurity. Perhaps this individual was just introverted. Bix could hope.With a nod, the zebra turned, heading back the way he had come when the sunhad still been in the sky. The small mailbag he carried could wait... there was something much more pressing now. Pricking his ears, Bix decided to take a wide path around the camp. He wouldhave to stay alert, especially in the dark. His teke grasped the longbow at hisside, carrying it alongside his left shoulder in case it would become useful.Aodhians weren't the only danger in the desert at night, he knew.Post #3 | WC: 235 |
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 25, 2018 11:03:50 GMT -6
Kristofer || The Folk
He merely watched as the others ran off to make a fool of themselves. Watching them one by one disappear into the shadows, Kristofer looked to the last one standing - the Vagabond Ranger.
“May we continue?”
His gruff voice was almost reassuring to Kristofer’s ears. Finally, someone that had some sense. Looking to the striped stallion, who stood quite a bit shorter than him, he offered a somber looking nod. “Let’s move on.” Was all he uttered as he threw his shoulders into pulling the cart, hearing the children giggle in the back. Flicking his ears back, he hushed them quietly. “Inigo, Taline, hush now.” He heard them both immediately silence themselves, before hearing Taline shuffle and peek her head through the front flaps of the caravan covering. “Krissy, where are we going?” Kristofer looked ahead at the Ranger, then looked back at the palomino filly, who was mere days from her tenth birthday. “We’re going to the Oasis, to join Aunt Selora and your cousins.” His answer was straight-forward, gentle… like any father would answer in a frightening situation such as this. Taline puffed out her lip, looking towards the Ranger. “Why though? I wanna go home.”
Kristofer sighed, looking ahead once again. She would not be satisfied until they were back home, but he wasn’t even sure if home would still be there when they returned… if they returned. “Your home is with me, Tilly Tally. Me and Inigo. We’re just going for a short time, okay? No need to worry. Leave that to Daddy and-“ he paused for a moment, realizing he didn’t know the Ranger’s name. Taline, still rather unsatisfied, hmphed and pouted even harder. “When can I get out of the caravan?” Inigo poked his head through as well, ears perked, “me too! I want to, too!” Taline piped up again, speaking over Inigo, “I wanna waaaaaaalk!”
Kristofer’s eyebrows furrowed, his ears twisting back to sit on his neck. “Hush now. Stay in the caravan and don’t make a sound. We are going through a dangerous place now, there are people nearby who would hurt you. You must be quiet now.” His voice was sharp and quick, yet gentle in a similar sense - barely a whisper yet loud enough to be heard by both children. The little palomino filly’s pink lip upturned at him, flattening her own ears black and shaking her curly white mane, fluffing her feathers up. She was frustrated with him, he could feel those bright green eyes on the back of his head. Yet he shook it off. He wasn’t just her big brother anymore, he was her father. She had to learn to listen.
“Taline, don’t.” He heard the smack of her lips as she closed her mouth, the stomp of her hooves and she turned tail and plopped down onto her bed. Inigo watched all of this unfold, with wide eyes and raised wings. “P-Papa-” He started, but knew better than to continue. Kristofer flicked his tail hard against his hocks, clearing his throat. The child quieted, disappearing behind the curtain and joining his sister. “Hush now, children. We will be safe soon, by Alya’s Wings.” Kristofer promised them quietly, pushing forward to meet the Ranger’s pace, now walking beside him, eyeing the crossbow within his grasp. It made the large bay nervous to be near such a weapon when all he had to show was a ukulele strapped to his side. Clearing his throat again, Kristofer glanced back to the path ahead, realizing he was staring. “Thank you for sticking by us. If my sister had not left with her children in such a hurry… these two would be safe already.” His voice was gruffly quiet, his heavy brows knitted hard. He was one who thought too much and said little, one who rarely showed emotion or asked questions. But now, with the pining war, questions rose within his mind… where was Alya now? He had seen her on God’s Landing, he had temporarily lost his vision after the shock of the whole experience… yet still, he wasn’t entirely convinced. The only God he had truly ever had any experience he trusted with was Ignacio, the enemy of Alya… yet even still, he had a hard time trusting. He had a hard time letting go of control, letting go of fate… after his father’s death and his mother’s suicide, he had little hope for a higher purpose… yet when he had adopted Inigo and Taline, his purpose had been renewed… yet something was missing. Faith was missing.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 25, 2018 22:11:29 GMT -6
Lucifer
Serora l Windracer
"But he's so beautiful, Such a beautiful disaster"
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"Stop being so eager for this. Know and understand the real cost of war. We do not know much about this camp, besides a few passing words, you honestly think just running off you could be the hero? Get yourself killed and sad how if you died, we couldn't get your body to mourn. You'll be food for their pets, a skeleton before sunrise." "Sounds good to me." Lucifer muttered, rolling his eyes as he slowly headed out. Maybe then his family would remember he existed, but he doubted it. "Besides, no one would miss me anyway." He added under his breath. Lucifer scanned the camp as he slowly crept forward, taking note of the fire at it's center, and the shadows that danced across the ground and tents around it. He could use that, if it came down to it. His gaze shifted to Narjeev briefly, remembering the plan to stay close to at least one other equine. That would be relatively important he imagined. Nodding to his larger counterpart, he picked up speed as he quickly made his way towards the camp. Stopping behind a tent, he hopped off his board, planting it in the sand before closing his eyes and melding into his shadow. 'Here goes nothing...' He thought, slowly making his way into the camp to get a better look around. Even if someone did manage to notice him, it was incredibly difficult to injure a shadow.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 26, 2018 0:55:50 GMT -6
Amaranthe | Outcast
As she began galloping after the fools who took off without a plan, she heard the other kirin behind her, and she felt moderately better that she'd have at least one horse with her who wasn't a complete moron. While she may have been a giant, that sure as hell didn't slow her down much, and the adrenaline that kicked up flowed into her muscles and a wave of nostalgia flooded over her. It was something her body remembered doing often, given the ease in which she moved. Her tail whipped eagerly behind her, part of her hoping- itching- for a fight, another part of her clinging to the hope that this would be an in and out easy raid. She wasn't about to lose her caravan members because they rushed in blind.
It seemed that they all managed to come to a stop at the same time, the flyers coming down from the sky- a visual that still had Amaranthe's very bones ache with a forgotten memory- the horses on the weird boards came to a stop, and the last one to appear was the vagabond who'd informed them about the camp in the first place. Appearing out of thin air, that just wasn't natural.
Listening to the group speak in hushed tones about their plan, Amaranthe flicked her tail once more, the end whipping about and making a muted 'snap!' as she looked over this group who had far too many inexperienced fighters for her liking. It seemed like if it came to a fight, the only ones who would be useful on an offensive front would be herself and Sauron. If they all survived the raid, she was going to be taking chunks out of all of their hides after this.
Nodding to Sauron, she agreed with his deduction. It was likely if they were noticed, they would send out fighters to either take them down or scare them off, and they'd need someone watching for signs of fighters attempting to flank them from behind.
"I'll head up the front, I can mold shadows into shapes, so I can confuse them and hide our shadows if need be. Everyone stay within eyesight if at all possible, and if you think you're going to be in trouble, remember your lives are more important than trying to sabotage our enemies." Her voice was iron as she spoke, trying to pound into their thick heads that picking your battles wisely could keep you alive to fight the next fight, but one of them- Lucifer if she remembered his name correctly- seemed to act like a kamikaze fighter with little regards to his own life. A mentality like that was going to get him- and others if they were unlucky enough- killed. But she wasn't about to waste time trying to figure out his life story, even if she cared. She'd warned them, Sauron had warned them.
If they didn't listen, that was on them.
Watching Lucifer move towards the camp, Amaranthe followed suit. Her bulky size was not one that was meant for sneaking around, but thankfully she could pull her shadows around herself to help her avoid some detection. From the looks of the camp, it was just a small supply camp, so hopefully they'd manage to get in, wreck some shit, steal some goods, and get the hell out of dodge without too much of a fight. In the back of her mind, thoughts of attacking the guards while the others raided the supplies prodded at her, but she shoved them down.
She was a protector first tonight, she'd only engage if- once the guards finally found them out.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 26, 2018 16:00:34 GMT -6
SauronThe Skirmisher Eyes rolled with sudden dislike for this boy. "Be my guest, fill their bellies. Atleast you'll be useful to someone." he remarked with distaste. By the gods he would not be here to build up egos, one wants to destroy themselves? Well hell he'll be sure to help along the way. Sauron shook his head, teenagers be damned. Sauron disliked their attitude to close to his own, but lacked the will and strength to know not to leap into all of it in a blink of an eye.
Smoke exhaled from his nostrils. "Get going now before we all make of muk of this." he snorted a bit. Perhaps he should be more careful with his words at time, but it was better to be sharp with his mouth, then use his horns to prove a point. Eyes watched as the group began to move forwards and Sauron took a different route, lingering close to the edge, hiding a bit, to ensure if the Aodhians gave chase, he would be quick to the side to add as a distraction to ensure the kids made it out safely. By the gods, why did they have kids out doing this work. He shook his head, knowing he'd end up with a new scar, damn it all.
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