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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:22:24 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 601: United Team Leader: Adonis Participants: Andine, Ianthe, Jemin, Noatak, Ouusaldus, Selora Ninares, Sesil, Siamis, Taeith 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: With Aodhian and War Forged forces marching throughout Sedo, the vast majority of the Seroran herd, and any Vagabonds that still seek shelter with their traditional protectors, have found refuge in Alya’s haven: the Oasis. Magically protected from flyovers by Alya’s grace, land invasions will find the tunnels hard to navigate as well. However, a labyrinth is not the only defense the Serorans have for the heart of their herd. Adonis carries the spatial weapon as a last line defense for their people--to make sure the Aodhians could never reach them. Location: Oasis Time of Day: Midday Current Weather: Clear sky Feel free to post after the leader post below!
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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:22:35 GMT -6
Waiting was never easy. Knowing that there was the impending threat of an army just over the canyon sent enough stress to make Donny lose his feathers. He had to keep it together though, for the sake of his family and every member of his beloved herd. He wasn’t a fighter, which made the weapon sitting on his back feel even heavier. Gods, what if he had to use it?
He stopped pacing for a moment to look over the oasis, worry making his heart drop as he surveyed the flock of folk nestled within the walls. It was the safer option than staying within Osulas. Still, he couldn’t help but feel exposed here. His children were here, newborns not yet ready to witness the horrors that came with war. He never wanted this to come to them. A careful eye spotted the colorful feathers of his girls playing near the water with their cousin Noatak and he smiled, praying to Alya that their innocence would not be lost.
Shifting the weapon on his back, Donny made his way down to mingle among the folk, soothing their fears and worries. This was what he was good at doing, reassuring and comforting. He spotted Ouusaldus and his family, giving the older stallion a respectful nod. Ouu had experience in fighting and Adonis was more than grateful that he was here. He walked directly past Jemin, ignoring any sharp quips the mule had to offer. As soon as he had made his rounds conversing with the other folk, he made his way back to his daughters and nephew, preferring to watch over them to calm his nerves.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 1, 2018 20:21:10 GMT -6
 -Taeith-Having to leave Osulas had been difficult for the young mare, even knowing she was headed to the safety of the Oasis. Watching her mother pack their things, and leave behind an empty home was heartbreaking. Her nightmares had changed from being swallowed up by the earth to being taken prisoner by the Aodhians, losing her mother and family and never seeing the wide open sky of her home again. Would they even have a home to return to when this was all said and done? The question lingered in her mind as she stared upward, trying to ignore the commotion of families gathered around as she tried to memorize how blue the sky was.
As a giant palm frond passed in front of her vision for the umpteenth time, Taeith pulled her gaze from the clear sky and brought her attention back to reality. Nearby, her mother lay with their things, napping in the shade while she got the chance. Off in the distance, more families of the folk and newcomers from the Talori and Flight stayed near each other, using this period of time to focus on each other while they had the chance. Adonis was walking amongst those taking shelter here, and she watched the advocate with admiration for a moment. He kept his composure up so well, and was even trying to soothe others worries. She wondered how he was keeping such a level head in this uncertain time.
Shaking out her short mane, Taeith moved her gaze from the families and friends to the sand under her hooves. She took a deep breath as she reached down with her blessing to steady herself. The earth soothed her, calmed her and reminded her that she wasn’t defenseless. She could feel the hard ground under the layers of sand, knowing she could call upon it if they were found. If...they were found. The labyrinth that was just outside would keep them safe, they were told. But, for how long?
A small bout of anxiety crept up into her chest at the thought, and she shook her head once more to try and chase it away. No. She had to be strong. She had been through so much in the past year or so, she was better than this. She had seen and dealt with more than she could have even imagined, coming from these experiences with a better understanding of not only the world but herself. She needed to be strong not only for herself, but for her mother, and for those who were here with her. If they were found, she would fight to protect her family.
Raising her head, Taeith felt the anxiety ebb away being replaced with determination. She wasn’t going to linger on the ‘what ifs’ anymore. Turning to her sleeping mother, Taeith lightly brushed her muzzle over the palomino’s head and sighed softly in content. For now, she would just have to wait.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 1, 2018 21:51:35 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
  
x | x Serora had been a blessing. The chance to leave a rebellion that refused to quit, to offer his love and child a place that was warm and inviting and so ready for them had been something Ouusaldus couldn’t refuse. The Flight had been his home, his family and his passion for so long. It had changed him but he had not known just how, not until he had met Aisling. She had shown him light, given him the idea of a home without war. So they had left together, wing in wing with a bright-faced child in between.
Sedo and her people had been sceptical at first; of the dark and brutish scarred stallion and his far brighter wife and child. But they had opened slowly, had welcomed them in and each day he saw Aisling smile brighter and laugh louder, envelope herself in this place and its people and become something more than what she had been in the Flock made his heart sore. It made the stares worthwhile, dispelled the worry and anxiety that had warmed his way into his heart disappear.
But then the break out had happened, had happened while he was on duty.
It hadn’t looked good, the ex-mercenary from the rebellious flight not noticing what had been going on, what had conspired. All those anxieties and worries had dug right back in and Ouusaldus had found himself in a panic. But Aisling had caught him once more and again he found himself forever grateful for her.
Even as the impending war marched on the horizon and the entire population of Osulas packed and left, he was reminded that his home lay with her and Primrose.
So now he stood with them in a shaded spot, his head dipped as he talked quietly with his wife, pressing his nose into her hair momentarily before pulling away and doing the same with Primrose, securing the scarf loosely wrapped around her head once again before smiling softly at them both. He would do what he had always done, protect them until the end, war be damned. His axe lay heavy along his back.
Lifting his head, Ouusaldus watched as the Advocate Adonis made his rounds, no doubt worried about the seroran people, his family. He nodded once in return before looking to his wife and sharing one more parting kiss. He wanted to speak with the advocate, to ask about their defences. Stepping away, the older stallion made his way over to the blue-winged pegasus, stopping to dip his head once more. He cast a glance at the playing children, smiling fondly. Primrose had played with them a few times though the twins were still young.
“How’s it feel to be a father?” he asked, tone light even with his rough and withered voice.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 2, 2018 15:23:16 GMT -6
Jemin, The Folk
(posting for Blubber-bun!)
The air was sticky and thick with turmoil; a fragile stalemate before the onslaughting storm. It was hard to breath; his throat felt tight, sick with anticipation and the impatience of sitting tight.
Or perhaps that was simply his windpipes being crushed, hooked into yet another embrace by his blubbering, fumbling parents. To hear of their son's latest scandal had put enough stress on their elderly hearts. To have their peaceful livelihood threatened by foreign forces - to abandon their beloved farmstead, their ancestral home, was the final nail to their emotional coffin. With muffled protest, Jemin put his red teke against their withers - pulling himself free so to look them in their watering eyes.
"We won't let those damn wine-guzzlers take your dirt farm," he promised with more bravado than was felt, forcing the corner of his mouth into a strained smile. Among the other families, similar encouragement (if not in more gentle terms) was passed around. "Promise."
Ignoring the mumbled 'but you never keep promises' from his father, his mother brushed back his tousled curls, returning a solemn, quivering smile.
Jemin cut their exchange short. A weasel by movement, he plunged back into the thicket, ducking and slipping through the milling crowd. The war refugees were tightly packed, wedged from one cliff wall to another. He figured they had stuffed a near-complete population into the oasis - all of Serora, wrapped neat and tidy like sitting ducks.
A glimpse of pale pastel caught his eye. Typically a victim to his ploys of musical self-interest (and flirting when the former failed to impress), Adonis was surely one of the minds behind this ill-fated plan. "Hey - Blue! I don't know what you and your Council asshat had in mind but - "
He walked away.
The Advocate just walked away.
Slung across the lithe pegasi's back was a weapon - the only weapon in this entire, doomed sanctuary. The thought of having delicate Adonis square off against the Aodhian army did little to soothe his concern.
Casting an incredulous look at the nearest horse - a young flax-seed yellow mare - he mouthed the word 'rude' and continued on his path.
Clearly, he had no qualms in interrupting the peaceful conversation of Adonis and Ouusaldus. The latter stallion - a hulking, dark figure - he recognized as both Aisling's husband and the poor sap who had been on guard duty when they'd launched their jailbreak. He passed him a coy look as he slid into their chat.
Now, he looked to Adonis. The man in charge.
"You - you are our last defence? Cute, really, but that's like taking cover behind a feather." Keenly, he gestured to the exit with a jerk of his chin. "There's too many of us to fit through that tunnel. We have to split up - keep the oldest and youngest here, relocate the rest - or so help me, we may as well send Aodh a greeting card. Should I include our coordinates while we're at it?"
Jemin's tone was whittled sharp by sardonism but the message remained clear, loud so to gain the attention of the surrounding folk. They had dug themselves a hole and he'd be damned if he allowed Serora to be snuffed out so easily.
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Post by lovellatorendo on Jul 2, 2018 16:59:51 GMT -6
ANDINE Serora Folk (care giver - youth)
Andine was more than just a little dismayed when she learned that she would not be permitted to go to the savior encampment. She made the best argument in favor of it that she could come up with but Baird, Gale and even Cecile, usually a staunch supporter of her eldest daughter's plans, shot the idea down. It made her feel a tiny bit better when she learned that Grandmother wasn't going either, only a tiny bit though. Her older siblings are out there in the thick of the fighting and she wants to be able to help them if they are brought in among the wounded. Not the type to dwell on negative things if she can help it the girl is somewhat reconciled to the situation now. Still, she'd so hoped that she'd get the chance to be really useful. The Sanctuary established at the Oasis might very well need medical assistance at some point and it did make sense for those with working skill but less experience to be here. All the same, she knew that her age weighed heavier in the decision than her experience or skill and that rankled. Today she is plagued by boredom because the adults at the Oasis have all been uprooted from their normal routines and establishments, leaving a number of them with nothing to do aside from watching the many younger children. So, that means even her tedious everyday skills are not in demand here. Despite her efforts to behave well in these trying circumstances she has nonetheless managed to have a spat with Hob and get under Grandmother's feet enough times to be banished from the work "room". Her hooves have carried her on an aimlessly wandering trek through the crowded Oasis for the better part of the morning hoping that someone might note her idleness and assign her some duty or other. At last she sees something of interest. Out near the water's edge is a trio of children playing and they look as if they might be unattended. Not her preferred task, but it would be her job on any normal day and she has always taken that responsibility seriously. Picking up the pace she moves towards the small group offering a kind smile to the boy (Noatak) once she recognizes him. Just about the time that she reaches the spot a larger shadow also falls over the three. Turning her head she finds that they were not unattended after all and she moves to great the pegasus. Adonis does not tower over the scene by any means, in fact Andine herself stands taller. It is the weapon strapped to the not so broad back that adds a certain reach to the shadow and quality to the presence, something beyond even that Advocate rank. The white splotched chestnut girl was in Eyrin's and Noatak's company when this very weapon was transported to God's Landing. Aside from that though the Advocate has no reason to know this particular teenager from any other in the herd. "Good morning Advocate Adonis."She musters up a second bright, cheery smile before her eyes are again drawn to the weapon. The memory of it being transported in a wagon is still very clear to her and she can not help thinking that it must be incredibly heavy to haul around on one's back like that. Of course, that venture did involve a whole troop of kids... the wagon may have been for their benefit. "Um..."She is about to comment on it when a large stallion (Ouusaldus) approaches to strike up a conversation. "You must be very busy. I can keep an eye on these children for awhile if you need."Without waiting for an answer she turns quickly so as to avoid being seen as an eavesdropper and moves back over to the three youngsters. Her retreat is just in time for the approach of a third older herd member. She does not know the chocolate toned mule (Jemin) but she has seen him before and clearly recalls his outburst from that instance. He looks primed for another one just now and getting caught in the middle of adult arguments is definitely not high on Andine's list of favorite things. She offers a polite nod all the same but keeps her attention focused on the foals.
[Post Number: 1 | Post Word count: 700 | Thread Word count (Andine): 700]Plot Group Interactions: Noatak, Adonis (& daughters), Ouusaldus -in passing- & Jemin -in passing-
Mentioned Characters: Baird (Andine's Father), Gale Redfeather (leader of Andine's nomad group), Cecile (Andine's Mother), Fern (Andine's Grandmother), Hob (Andine's best friend) & Eyrin (a Savoir; player character belonging to moonlightwalk)
All character's in the mentioned category, aside from Eyrin, are my personal NPCs.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 2, 2018 17:32:11 GMT -6
  NoatakNoatak snorted a bit as he splashed a bit in the water, The adults of course was talking about something, and Noa knew the tension was high at times with all the adults. Could see them worry or fret over something, or speak in whispered voices when he was around. Still Noa found some joy playing with the other kids, well his cousins here at the water.
He glanced over and spotted his Uncle Donny and smiled brightly at him, thankful to have some family around him. Though he wouldn't be lying to say if he wished his dad was here too or even his sister. How did it always manage to be separated from them. Another figure approached Andine and he nodded lightly to her. "Hello Andine." he spoke politely, though other figures seemed to gather about.
Noatak watched a group talk about something not fitting in the tunnels? Hiding behind feathers? Adults are funny, he mused to himself before picking himself. Andine was moving back over to him and he trotted forwards. "Whats going on?" he asked, though he was moving closer to the group not really stopping much as his curious nature was bringing him to the possible trouble that might be stirred among the adults
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 2, 2018 20:38:22 GMT -6
Selora Ninares | Prisoner of War - Former Peacemaker
The thought of the Aodhian and War Forged forced marching closer and closer just beyond the walls of their beloved canyons shook Selora violently to the core. She had been threatened a death sentence by labor as a slave once before, and it has only taken one threat to frighten her enough to be quite wary of Aodh as a whole. With the thought of a waging war around the corner, she had packed up her saddlebags and hauled her three children, two newborns Charlotte and Palette and her oldest Ellecyn, to the Oasis, leaving behind her husband, Mother-in-law and brother-in-law, and her dear uncle in Osulas to aid the Flight and the Seroran warriors. Alec had promised her he would return shortly, but she feared the promise was empty - this was a war, and although her dear Alec was steadfast, he was no warrior.
They had pressed on for a few days, allowing for breaks to rest the tired, young feet of her newborns and to rest her aching body, which was worn from birth not even two weeks prior to all of this havoc. When they had finally found the haven, seeing familiar and stranger’s faces alike, she knew she could breathe a sigh of relief. They were safe… for now. Upon seeing their cousins- Adonis’ sweet children, her two little girls and petite, sickly boy had skipped off to play with them. Relieved of the whining momentarily, Selora wandered slowly over to Adonis and, low and behold (and in all unfortunate tidings), her ex-fling Jemin. “Wind beneath your wings, Adonis. It is nice to see a familiar face after so long.”
One of the strange faces approached them as she spoke, asking her cousin-in-law how it felt to be a father. Her heart grew warm as she thought about Yeshua, oh how she missed him. As children, she had followed him about like a lost puppy. She had admired his character very much, and nothing had changed over the years. Adonis was lucky to have such a stallion as a partner. “I second that question.” She offered a warm smile to the pale pegasus, then regarding the stranger, “Allow me to make a proper introduction. Selora Ninares,” She dipped her head, a proper Talorian greeting that probably looked out of place here. But old habits died hard. “Those three with Adonis’ are mine.” Turning her head to look at Adonis once more, Selora noticed the weapon upon his back. She had known the war was escalating, but it broke her heart that it had gotten so far as to give a sweet-hearted individual such as Adonis a weapon of such magnitude. “How are you holding up?” The question was of genuine intention, her eyes glazed with concern. She knew if she was feeling the heavy burden of war, he was feeling it tenfold.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2018 4:44:43 GMT -6
Sesil | Savior
It doesn’t feel real. A tactile pressure is pushing down on him with such a weight that Sesil feels he may choke on it, palpable in the air like a coming storm that’s building and churning. There’s a continuous buzzing in his head that drowns out the noise of the crowd around him, ringing so hard he can feel it in his teeth. They are like flies, he thinks vaguely. Flies attracted to a corpse to be.
The amount of corpses the Aodh will leave after mowing through their ranks will be enough to make the coiling oxbows of Niurros river run red. Above the Oasis the sun burns with conviction, and in the shadow cast of these canyon walls Sesil is all but an oil spill.
I shouldn’t be here, he thinks mournfully and somewhat bitterly. Everywhere around him people rush on the cusp of panic to search for their relatives. Others wail, and sob. Some mutter prayer, perhaps unspoken but hopefully not unheard, carried across shivering desert sands that boil with heat. I should be out there doing my duty. In here, there was not a useful thing that he could do, and he was all but a capable man and force they couldn’t spare wasted. He had made his way across the desert a thousand times, he could care for patients, clear the way ahead and cover their tracks behind. Instead he’s here. And for his punishment of the Flight’s jailbreak, absolutely well deserved but equally ill conceived, others will suffer.
He deserves the punishment and then some. But not now.
Out there the flight of the Furies spears through the skies. Strikers assault with mechanical precision. Names flit through his head and none of them resonate for long. Mostly names of whose trust he had betrayed for a cause beyond him. Golgotha. Baram. The name Antiope lingers, but he’s snapped out of it at the sound of a familiar voice. It’s no surprise to him that Jemin would speak up considering Jemin did never know how or when to shut up, but he’s intentionally loud and Sesil looks at him from the corners of his eyes, bright blue in a dark inkmark that betray nothing and beg for nothing.
Figures. Out there soldiers fight and he’s in here with traitors and criminals and the guards that had meant to prevent the very jailbreak. He’d be startled to laugh if he wasn’t listening with intent to Jemin’s tirade.
“He’s right.” Sesil says, catching himself saying it out loud. He’s usually not inclined to agree with Jemin - on anything - but this Oasis wasn’t just a shield, it was a potential mass grave, a pit of bones. In here, they are easy pickings. Overhead, a vulture flies.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jul 4, 2018 8:31:10 GMT -6
Ianthe never thought the war would actually arrive. She'd been optimistic and perhaps in denial, even when sent out to search for metal to forge weapons and armour. If she ignored the possibility hard enough it would go away, or so she'd wished. Of course, that wasn't the case, those were simply the thoughts of a scared teenager. A scared and stupid teenager, she thought bitterly, kicking a small mound of sand. Here she was with the rest of the family, while her brother Tito as out there making a difference. For all the adventures Ianthe loved to share, she'd transformed into a coward as the war crept closer. And she hated herself bitterly for it.
She drifted around the oasis helping with whatever, wherever as long as it meant she didn't have to stay in one place long. RahRah her familiar, a secretary bird, was around somewhere too, but he would rather snooze in the shadows than walk around aimlessly.
Spotting a handful of foals that were playing by the water, Ianthe felt drawn to them because playtime could soothe any worried mind! And she was known to be playful despite her age. Jemin's familiar voice caught her attention briefly but was ultimately ignored as she trotted up to the kids, Noatak and another youngster, Andine.
"What are we playing? " she asked cheerfully, hoping for a distraction.
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Post by fynli on Jul 4, 2018 14:18:26 GMT -6
= Adonis =
2 | 524He should have expected the crowd coming to him to speak but even the premeditated thought didn’t ward off the anxiety. His body was already on edge, mind sharp from the duty of keeping his people safe. He wanted a small distraction to relieve him from the stress he was in by watching his children but too many people talking to him at once but was burden. Still, he smiled wearily at each Seroran speaking to him.
“In all honesty? It’s terrifying.” Donny started with replying to Ouusaldus, glad that the hulking stallion had found his place among the herd. He worried for his wife and child, wondering how the foreign family would fit in. They seemed to be doing just fine though, especially Aisling’s little one. Primrose was too young to be caught up in this as well, he thought with a small frown. “I worry for them every day, especially now. I don’t want to think of how this war is going to affect them.”
Selora entered the scene and Donny offered her a warm smile, his gaze passing over her own flock of foals. Children were a blessing but… would they survive this?
He had begun to reply to the other mare when Jemin’s snark cut in. Icy eyes looked to the mule with annoyance, his curled ears flicking back in distaste at his remarks. Jemin was nothing but a thorn in his side, no matter how many times the stallion had made poor attempts to woo Donny into giving him a higher position. Each time he had been turned down. He had never proved himself valuable to the good of the herd, especially after his stunt with setting prisoners of war free. Seeing him now left a bitter taste on his tongue and he stared incredulously as the mule had the audacity to question their safe position.
Sesil stepped in and Donny decided he’d had enough. Tired of bowing his head in submission to Jemin’s sass, the pegasus snapped his head up and bared his teeth.
“You want to send more people to their death? Is that your grand plan? Where the hell are you going to go, there is no where else to hide!” Adonis flared his wings, stepping closer into Jemin’s space. “In here we are safe. They-” Donny pointed a wing towards the tunnel, implying the Aodhian’s inevitably to march on their way- “cannot get in. This oasis is protected by Alya, they cannot get in no matter how hard they try. They don’t know this land nor those tunnels, we do - but if you want to get up and be the first to sacrifice yourself to their army, be my goddamn guest.”
He shot a glare towards Sesil, stamping his hoof against the ground. “If you two want so badly to relocate, you’re on a suicide mission. I was entrusted with keeping you safe but I cannot stop you if you so badly want to be killed or enslaved.”
With a snort, he turned away from the two stallions, nodding his head curtly to those who were present before marching down the edge of the lake.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 4, 2018 15:31:03 GMT -6
-Taeith-
The murmur of commotion caught Taeith’s ears and her attention pulled away from watching over her sleeping mother. It was soft conversation at first, questions and answers being exchanged, but then a familiar, mostly rude, voice rang out.
“Hey-Blue!...”
It was Jemin.
Taeith couldn’t help but narrow her eyes as he glanced in her direction, mouthing the word ‘rude’ after Adonis ignored him. She remembered him from on top of The God’s Landing when Ayla presented herself to them. He had blatantly called her out and disrespected her in the presence of those gathered, and it had left a bad taste in her mouth. She could practically taste it again just looking at him now, agitation swelling in her chest. Her legs trembled as she listened in on the conversation, wanting to say something, but the advocate was quick to snap right back at the negative mule.
She could feel his own anger at Jemin’s comments with each word, glad to know she wasn’t the only one disturbed by the mule’s pessimistic outlook. As Adonis marched away, most likely to distance himself and calm down, Taeith took her chance to approach the group.
“Pardon me for butting in, but you can’t just assume we are doomed here. Alya protects us, as Adonis clearly stated. If you remember, Jemin, she is real as is her love for all of us...including you,” she started, giving her short tail a quick swish. “And some of us here aren’t defenseless foals. We have blessings that can be used in tandem of our basic trainings to help if we do become compromised. I would give my life if it meant making sure the majority of those present here needed to escape!”
Taeith turned her gaze from the mule and looked towards the younger generation of equines that were off playing together, recently joined by Ianthe.
“I'm sorry for being so blunt but if you can’t think of anything positive to say, then keep your thoughts to yourself. Do it for them, not for yourself. We don’t need everyone panicking in such a small space, everyone is already on edge. And like Adonis said, if you don’t want to be here, you are free to leave.”
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 5, 2018 10:02:53 GMT -6
Serora Ninares || Prisoner of War - Former Peacemaker
The moment had turned sour quickly. As soon as Jemin had opened his stupid maw, Selora’s ears pinned back, her face cringing into a look of disgust. Nothing that ever came out of his mouth was constructive OR necessary, and this time, he was crossing a line. He was right, they were sitting ducks there. However, Alya’s grace had kept them alive this far. It had kept her alive, and she had been reckless until her first child was born… even so afterwards, when they had returned to Aquore the first time. She had made many mistakes, and yet, Alya continued to protect her and her children. Amazing how mercy worked.
Glancing to make sure her children were out of range, Selora stepped forward, getting in Jemin’s face. This seemed familiar, huh.
“Look, Jemin. Perhaps we are in the open here, but you lack every bit of faith. Your selfishness will get us fucking KILLED, but if you want to be the first sacrifice, go the fuck ahead. You will NOT bring my children into your mess, not again. If you DARE leave here and give away our position, I will find you myself, and RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT FROM YOUR NECK. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!” She had raised her voice without trying, but at that point, the eyes she felt on her didn’t matter.
Then she veered her head towards the asshole that had agreed with the idiot standing before her. “And YOU. Do you have children of your own? Did Baram appoint your SORRY ASS to lead this group and keep us safe? I didn’t think so. We leave when we are called to leave, and no sooner. If you get killed, your death will be for nothing.”
She pulled a deep sigh into her chest, furrowing her brows. Her expression was glazed with seriousness, her frustration ebbing. “You two are here for a reason. Jemin, I’ve seen you in action before. You have fight in you, I know you do. We need you HERE to protect Alya’s people. You must understand the importance of this to us, to me. And Sesil, you are strong and unmoving. Please use your gifts for the good of this herd, instead of the good of yourselves. I beg you, do not endanger this herd out of selfishness and arrogance.”
After she had spoken, she glanced back between the two, meeting their eyes so they understood how desperately she needed them to get their heads out of their asses. Nodding curtly, she turned to walk away, to join Adonis again. When she had closed the distance, she looked at him fiercely, touching his wing lightly, reassuringly with her pale violet teke. “Don’t let them get to you, dear. Fear does terrible things to our minds and souls, and everyone is very much afraid, including myself… I can only imagine what you are feeling right now.” Looking over to their children and watching them play with Ianthe, a small smile came to her face. “Look at how at peace they are, Adonis… they deserve a peaceful nation, a peaceful Serora.” Resolve washed over her. Everything would turn out okay… there would be bloodshed, but peace would come. She was sure of it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2018 13:21:15 GMT -6
Sesil | Savior
His ears pin flat against his head when Selora’s shrill yelling starts, but his face doesn’t budge- only a twitch of his lip gives him away. He resists them peeling away to reveal enamel in a snarl, but only winces. Gods, she is loud. It shards his vision and he’s barely taking half of it in, even when she gets in his face, even when her anger ebbs away and turns to audible frustration and pleading. He remains motionless.
Finally, she’s done embarrassing herself and he feels as if he can breathe again now that everyone feels satisfied with giving the same share. His eyes dig into the back of her head when she turns her back and promptly leaves. That’s right, he thinks. Walk away like the advocate did. That’s what you do when facing confrontation. He scoffs. Suit yourself. Parting words on a matter regarding lives. Now that’s an example to set. They claim to want to best for the children, yet they scream up a storm. They try to convince them of their faith and confidence perhaps in an attempt to convince themselves. He supposes it’s their way of coping. But it is counterproductive, and if the Aodh could see them now, they would laugh at the way they fall apart.
He turns his body to Taieth, ears swiveling. He doesn’t face her directly, staring ahead of him at nothing in particular. “You all speak of your unwavering faith, but Alya is our screaming mother. She won’t protect what won’t protect themselves.” He gives Jemin a sideways glance, “There’s a lot of… anger… but this is no matter of pride,” he bites the word, “when it’s a matter worth considering and giving it even a damn second of thought. In fact, I’d say it’s worth stressing and panicking over. I don’t care everyone’s on edge. Good. They should be.”
Little ringlets of air curl around his hooves. Sand particles brush against him. His head lowers, and he peers from under his brows. “Perhaps don’t be so offended by the idea of organizing. There won’t be time for it when the soldiers come knocking, because they will be prepared.”
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 5, 2018 13:43:02 GMT -6
Noatak No one answered not that he could really blame anyone. He was but a child, and his words were easily trambled over the brass natures of others. Ianthe approached and he offered a smile, before glancing back over to the adults. He didnt like their talk, and suddenly someone was shouting.
Ears flickered back as he took a skiddish step back from the adults who he was approaching. He didn't like this, he always hated confrontation such as this. The loudness of their voices, and their sharp looks, made him feel less and less of who he was.
"Ianthe.. I wanna go somewhere else." he nearly pleaded with her. Surely she was clear a choice winner of who to stick around to then with the adults who suddenly shouted and could feel the tension ripple among them. Noatak's looks seemed to ripple as while he wasn't going invisible, but merely masking himself to the surronding, as if trying to hide himself from the feud that was clearly happening among the adults.
"I want Dad." he barely whispered. A faint hum escaping his lips as he slowly rippled out of the camouflage into sight
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 5, 2018 14:08:36 GMT -6
Jemin
Hold my morals
I've got something shitty to do Tension ran deep in veins, like roots, boiling and simmering beneath the sands. They attempted to extinguish it. They would be content to allow their home to burn, lest they should commit to risks or question their leadership. Jemin would exploit it, fuel it. Among the gathered folk, he saw irritation and - in the case of the nearby children - blissful, perhaps purposeful ignorance. One doe-eyed face was particularly familiar.
"Selora." The greeting was terse, nothing short of frost. He hadn't forgotten and certainly hadn't deciphered the manner in which she ended their last meeting (and 'meeting' was putting it lightly - it'd been more of a screaming match). The woman's supposed forgiveness brought an uncomfortable surge of emotion that he'd rather sort out later. In private.
Which meant he would not sort anything and would inevitably drown it out.
Startled by the rumble of Sesil's agreement, he turned to cock a curious brow at the larger mule. "Love you too, oaf."
Not yet a month ago, the medic's endorsement would have carried more weight. Tides had turned since then. Now they were both traitors, in more ways than one. Fleetingly, he wondered if Sesil had gotten over his deal-breaking and backstabbery. It was hard to tell by looking at him - his facade was chisled stone and chilled ice, uniquely unreadable.
Gods, how he hated that poker face.
Applying Sesil's support as a badge of conviction, Jemin returned his roving attention to Adonis. Quite nearly foaming at the mouth, the Advocate made swift work of shooting him down. He was neither surprised nor phased and opened his mouth to retaliate... but Adonis persisted, drawing closer until Jemin recoiled, curled back like a cobra or perhaps a spring. It was at the mention of Alya that he interjected; loosing an incredulous, raucous laugh from the back of his throat.
"Yeah, 'cause she's done a great job at protecting us so far. You wanna tell that to the warriors dying out there?" This time, it was Jemin who dug his heels in; pushing what had become a back-and-forth tango.
- a tango in which Adonis called quits. Void of genuine triumph, Jemin watched the pegasus stomp away. He wouldn't be getting a commission anytime soon, the violinist realized with vague regret - regret as if he had botched an interview.
Where Adonis had stood, new opposition took his place. Selora and the flax-seed mare, who spoke not with sheer fury but with controlled certitude It made her all the easier to interrupt.
"Camel shit," he remarked, quite plainly, upon her praise of Alya. "This is a one-way grave. Let's see how far your positivity'll get you when the Aodhians blow up those tunnels. Blue's, ah, toothpick isn't gonna stop them."
He turned to the crowd, which was less of a rapt audience and moreover a smattering of concerned individuals, distracted foals and brief glances (shit, was that his parents again?) in the commotion's general direction. Jemin could not be called a patriot. He could not be accused of loyalty. Still - he could not allow a potential massacre, could not wait while Seroran blood was spilled upon their sands.
"We could go south - those of us fit for travel. Draw them away, let the desert finish them off. We know this dust-bowl better than anyone and it'd be a good laugh to watch those northerners get their wooly asses fried by the Sear." Then, on a grimmer note, with none of his usual blase´; "... and if one half goes down, at least there's the rest of us."
"So." He struck the dust with his hoof, lifting his chin decisively. "Who's with me?"
Silence.
A dead beat. Selora marched after Adonis.
"... think they like us?" He quipped dryly to Sesil.
It was a rhetorical question.
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Post by fynli on Jul 5, 2018 14:21:28 GMT -6
= Adonis =
2 | 505Breathe in. Breathe out.
Donny tapped into his blessing as he walked away from the scene that had just happened, allowing his head to clear for just a moment. His shoulders still felt heavy, both from the weight of the weapon and the burden of the responsibility to keep all these people safe. He wished Yeshua were here. His husband had the ability to keep people together and calm within reason, that was his duty. He was good at it.
His throat tightened and he choked on a sob, missing the other pegasus now more than ever.
The shrill shouting behind him forced him back to reality and he quickly recovered, taking in a deep breath. A touch of teke to his wing made him flinch and he looked down to see who was beside him, expecting one of his daughters. To his surprise, Selora had followed him, spouting something about peace. He frowned, finding it oddly ironic that she was speaking of that after she had just threatened to kill someone.
He looked back towards where his children were, mulling over the mare’s words for a moment. “Peace won’t come for a long time.” He murmured, his jaw set. “Many people are going to die before that happens.”
Yeshua’s blunt attitude had seemed to seep into his own manners - Donny assumed that’s what he got for being married to him. Truthfully, he was exhausted. He’d always wanted to travel the more non-confrontational path, preferring the road that would cause him the least amount of stress. Present times called for him to take action into his own hooves and no longer cower to the words of opposers. It was time he stood up for himself and the good of the herd, even if that meant speaking what he’d never chosen to say out loud.
“You know, Selora, for the former title of peacemaker, you’ve done nothing but sow chaos.” His voice was calm as he addressed her and the situation that had happened just moments prior. For once he was authoritative, albeit still quiet and vaguely in his own gentle manner.
He turned to face her, his expression strangely blank. “I will not have this kind of behavior within these walls while we are here. I understand that some of us do not take kindly to being stuck here but we are a community, whether we like some members or not. I will not stand for you threatening harm, even if you have personal qualms against someone.”
Silver eyes turned back to the crowd around Jemin, hoping that the mule wasn’t planning anything stupid in his absence. He’d come back to check.
The palomino turned away from Selora again, a heavy sigh releasing itself from tight lungs. He’d begun to walk away before pausing, glancing back at her.
“And Selora?”
His eyes still held a calm expression.
“Try and set a better example for your children.”
He continued on, quietly walking down the shoreline towards any member south of the main group.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 5, 2018 17:16:13 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
x | x Ouusaldus had only meant to talk to Donny, to make quiet conversation before going back to this family or maybe find something to do to help some other unfortunate member of the Serora herd. But then horses had suddenly flocked to the advocate, Ouusaldus cautiously stepping back.
He wished he could call these people his family and friends, but he was not there yet. And so he did not feel like he should be in this conversation. He had only been in Sedo for what, a handful of months? He barely knew their war, barely knew their ties to each other and what had been said and done.
But then Jemin of all people had boldly made his way to Adonis, smug enough to send a look at Ouusaldus.
Ouusaldus felt the fire in his lungs flare up again, golden eyes narrowing at the stallion.
He had opened his mouth, had stepped forward to halt the mule from speaking but then more people were coming and Ouusaldus felt himself almost shrink again. He felt his stomach flutter, eyes shifting to Adonis. Each one seemed to speak their mind, their words causing Ouusaldus to feel various emotions.
With a final remark, Adonis had turned away as had Selora. Ouusaldus looked from each of the horses that remained, before his eyes finally stilled on Jemin.
Drawing his wings tight, Ouusaldus balled up his teke and slammed it into the side of the Mule’s face; consequences be damned. In that split moment, he felt his blessing come alive, sucking the oxygen from the air before it dissipated
“Don’t go near my wife ever again. You may have been welcomed by us for the sake of our daughter, but I will not have her twisted by you. This is our second chance at life and you’ve already almost ruined it for us”
His last sentence was spat, turning away from the group. His axe glistened in the sun.
But with his finale words said Ouusaldus realized that he was lost again, maybe turning back into the stallion he used to be.
He felt sick.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 5, 2018 20:00:45 GMT -6
Siamis
The Harbinger
Hooves slammed onto the ground as he speed forwards, he wished he could move faster as he did on his board, but he couldn't not through the tunnels to get to the oasis. Move, stop thinking, he berated himself, there would be time to think after, if there is after. Oh gods, stop! Siamis shook his head, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. Digend surely was having a heyday with all this madness, and surly Digend had a plan? Surely a faithful servant would not perish in such an act? But perhaps all good things did have to end,
Still he had a message, well more or less news to deliver. Bursting into the Oasis, he knew how he had to speak too, who had to find, he cared little for the others. They were not the object of his eyes. "Adonis!" he nearly bellowed out as he rushed forwards before the fellow pegasus.
"The Aodhians! They have located the Oasis" He took a depe breath trying to calm his nerves. "They are marching upon us as I speak this. I was able to spot them before I entered the tunnels myself." He tried to steady himself as he took in breaths as it was clear he'd be running to his full speed to get here in time, and he prayed he said it soon enough. That perhaps they could change that fate, the fate of death that now so clearly feels to be breathing down their necks. He body shook as he tried to settle himself and ease the burning sensation in his legs.
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 6, 2018 18:46:16 GMT -6
Selora || Prisoner of War - Former Peacemaker
“You know, Selora, for the former title of peacemaker, you’ve done nothing but sow chaos.”
When once she would have spewed hateful words out of her mouth at the first mention of criticism towards her, Selora kept her mouth shut, watching Adonis with calculated attentiveness. Looking down and nodding in embarrassment, knowing full well that the pegasus was right, the small mare pursed her lips together, gritting her teeth. She hated that he was right, but truthfully, she had been reckless. Having children did not mature her by much, she was still so young yet being shoved forward in life without being ready. Her entire life had been chaos, and all she had ever done was try to fight it… perhaps she was in the wrong for doing so. The wind was chaotic, so was the ocean. The way the wind and waves pushed each other back and forth, constantly attempting to overthrow the other’s balance. Yet in their battle, they balanced one another without thought. Did she let the sea finally take her, or continue to fight the current?
“And Selora?”
Looking up at Adonis as he turned, her eyes hardened, her original sad expression wiping away.
“Try and set a better example for your children.”
Gritting her teeth hard, Selora watched as the Advocate walked away. While logic was telling her to simply head his advice and move on from the criticism, her heart poked at the chaotic rage within her, the temper that consistently liked to raise its ugly head. Yet she said nothing. Turning away, she walked towards her children who played with their cousins and Ianthe.
“Adonis!!”
The Windracer Siamis came rushing through the hidden entrance to the Oasis, shouting about the Aodhians’ arrival. Selora sprung into action, racing from where she stood to circle her children, herding them together and pulling them under her. No one would touch her children without her tearing through tooth and nail to protect them. She looked at the others frantically, yet her face looked oddly… calm. Enough of acting like a temperamental child, she had children to protect. “How close are they?!” She yelled to Siamis, standing firm over her children. Her eyes flashed with fury, her eyes looking to Jemin. If he so much as smirked at her, she would have his balls on a wooden platter. Stupid ex-boyfriends. |
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Post by leaftail on Jul 7, 2018 9:09:49 GMT -6
-Taeith-
It was merely seconds after Taeith had finished her own soapboxing when a very loud, and very angry Selora marched over. It seemed the mare had quite the history with Jemin, and it showed in how she spoke to him. Tae pinned her ears back, due to how loud Selora was, and let the mare get her frustrations out.
So much for keeping things peaceful around here…
Selora marched off once she was done, most likely not wanting Jemin to get a word in and Tae looked to Sesil as he spoke, softly and with the wisdom of someone who might’ve seen conflict before, then to Jemin, who bit back at the comments with as much emotion that was thrown at him. She kept quiet as she took in their words, flinching a little when Jemin spat ‘camel shit’, and finally taking notice of Noatak, who had come up to the group at some point, but only as he walked away.
Jemin and Sesil weren’t exactly wrong, she knew this, her fears earlier reflecting that they were in a bad position. It was just they spoke with such negativity that almost made it seem like all was lost unless they did something themselves, and not rely on the sacrifice of the others out doing the dirty work.
But, how? They were supposed to be safe here, and not see the chaos of battle. This was the safest spot to be.
Well, it was until the large, dark pegasus whacked Jemin in the face. Taeith jumped back, almost to get out of the way Ouusaldus, even though she was in no danger. “W-we shouldn’t….” she started, but was cut off by the arrival of Siamis.
“Adonis!”
Taeith watched him race towards the advocate, then started off in their direction, leaving the group that had formed moments earlier. She came up to the pair just in time to hear Siamis saying someone was coming their way. It must be the Aodhians, or why had he rushed all the way here and to speak directly to Adonis?
No...this only proved Sesil and Jemin right. They should’ve been more prepared.
Selora called out, asking about how close they were. Depending on the answer they were given, it would show them how much time they had left to try and devise a plan.
“Adonis, I can use my blessing to block passages and try and divert them away in the tunnels, maybe even blocking the passage that leads here until it is safe and they are gone. All hope is not lost, we can defend ourselves.” Tae stared at the pegasus with determination and willingness to do her part for the herd. “Just tell me what I can do to help.”
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Post by fynli on Jul 7, 2018 14:52:27 GMT -6
= Adonis =
3 | 464The call made him stop in his tracks. Even before he turned and saw the look on Siamis’ face, he recognized the urgency in the windracer’s voice. He swerved to meet Siamis, dread settling like ice through his veins as the news was delivered.
No.
Adonis allowed himself a second to process this. His mind was racing fast, his heart even faster.
“Thank you. Rest my friend, you’ve had a long journey.”
Trying not to look as panicked as he felt, he guided Siamis towards the water’s edge. This was it. Donny had been sure that they wouldn’t have found them. Previous Aodhian ambassadors knew where Osulas was located, surely their whole focus would have been there? They couldn’t have known…
Inhaling deeply, Donny took off at a brisk canter towards the north entrance of the oasis. “Rufina, look after the children!” He called to his zesla as he raced past, knowing she’d protect his girls with her life. He could hear the shrill voice of Yemina call out to him but he couldn’t answer, his focus on what was going to come next.
Taeith approached him and offered the use of her blessing, to which Donny gave the mare a grateful smile. “It’s a good start, thank you.” He touched his wing to her shoulder for reassurance before turning to face the congregation. All these people here… was today their last day?
Not if he could help it.
“My fellow Serorans, our oasis is on the brink of being discovered by our worst enemy. Please understand that if they break through, none of you will be spared.” His voice rang out over the canyon, betraying every worry he had for the sake of his people. For once he had no fear speaking in front of a crowd, the anxiety of the possibility of his people coming under harm overpowering his usual ones. This was a matter of life or death.
Lifting the weapon from his back, he raised it into the air, letting all see it. “This is what will stop their progress and shield us from their fury. But I need your help. If there’s one thing that we Serorans are good at, it’s hope. It’s surviving and going against the odds and I need that faith here today. We need to seal off those tunnels to prevent them from coming through, block them off from the only water supply they’ll find and keep us out of harm. I cannot do this alone though, I need as many horses’ willpower as I can get.”
His gaze scanned over the crowd, intentionally skipping over Jemin and Sesil. He couldn’t stand to see the smug look on the mule’s face. The weapon had been tested before and Donny prayed that it would work now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2018 7:42:15 GMT -6
Sesil | Savior
"... think they like us?"
Sesil doesn’t respond. If anything, their hostility is entirely justified despite the disconnect the Savior feels. A sense of self and autonomy has always been lost upon him. He’s not sure what else Jemin has been up to besides the joined effort of the jailbreak -or the time Jemin broke his world to Sesil-, but if he had to guess it’s a lot. They’re traitors. He gives Ouusaldus a sideways glance, short and curt. He imagines all of this couldn’t have looked particularly good for him either. They released criminals of war, putting tremendous strain on a relationship that was already pulled tight like a sinew. In the end he harbors no ill intent for any of them. It’s indifference if anything.
Finally, “It’s a plan.” the dark mule grits out in regards to Jemin’s idea that had been received with deafening silence. Whether it’s a good plan, he doesn’t know. But it’s better than remaining stagnant, for it is still waters that attract gnats to the surface. Sesil wants out. They sit here and others bleed themselves dry, bloodshed that’ll seep into the sands. For years to come, they will smell the stench of it on the winds if they’ll be alive to experience it. He knows splitting up means bringing an inevitable sacrifice, and the Savior doesn’t think he has a particular urge to martyr himself, but he’s not as hopeful to think you can bargain for the lives of many without the potential sacrifice of a few. Alya had only ever come to him after he had taken direct action. This will be no different.
He only manages to mutter “I will join y--” when there’s a flash of teke he feels rather than sees it and it makes Sesil reel back in surprise, wincing at the sound of it. He curses, reaching smoke-grey teke to steady Jemin, and he’s about to say something when there’s yelling and the stomping of hooves and Siamis bursts in. He recognizes him in a flash from the jailbreak. The pegasus runs as though he is on his last legs, crying out for the Advocate. Sesil is reduced to silence.
They are marching upon us as I speak this.
It startles a laugh out of him, the sound of it low-bellied and a brontide. The absurdity of it is just funny, like a joke they’ve set themselves up for to be a brilliant punchline. It was no longer a matter of what if, and never had been: it had been a matter of wasted time that they didn’t have to begin with and bargaining for a chance squandered with their last remaining hours. He looks around, he looks at the elderly led to believe they were safe here, the children that don’t have a clue what’s happening but weep as their parents stare in horror, neatly caught between the walls of the Oasis.
But before it all gets a chance to turn to chaos he listens to Adonis who catches himself so quick and is so fast to rally and Sesil isn’t able to believe the hope that rings in his message but he recognizes the rise of a leader who seizes the terror and turns it to violent faithful retaliation.
He’s not one of Adonis’ hopeful. His string of quiet laughter slurs into words, “No more running.”
I’m going to disembowel those Aodhians, he thinks.
“Let’s give the fire something to remember.”
There's no sense of smug victory in this. No sense of I-told-you-so.
“Wherever you need me.” he calls out, voice mostly lost and with smile as though pulled with a fishhook and laugh under his breath, one that he'll take to his grave.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 8, 2018 18:19:23 GMT -6
Jemin
Hold my morals
I've got something shitty to do For such a large stallion, Ouusaldus was an awfully unobtrusive presence. He'd nearly forgotten the Aquorian was there at all, up until he was struck by a firm hand of teke.
Ow.
His lungs were briefly sapped of air, head wrenched to the side. Though it was with practiced ease that he bounced back, brushing off Sesil's touch, he couldn't dispel the glower of his eyes or the bruising sting on his cheek.
Didn't sting as much as the mention of Aisling and Primrose, however. The fight was culled from his gaze, inclined to simply mutter, "... this face doesn't come with a replacement, asshole."
Like the others before him, Ouusaldus left on bitter words. The mule hadn't the time to further retaliate before a new ruckus began. Adonis leapt forth and - with much more efficiency and urgency than Jemin's previous attempt to do so - rallied a crowd. Aodhians. Invasion. He wasn't surprised but he cursed their luck all the same.
He'd said it himself - this was a one-way grave. One way in, one way out.
Probable death in either direction.
Giving his head a vigorous shake to clear it of any lingering stars, he slunk to the tail-end of the gathered folk. Like sheep, they herded themselves into panic - huddling and bleating in confusion. Their shepard just so happened to be an idiot with a big toothpick. "Look at him," he hissed to the nearest two; Sesil, who was laughing, and a ruddy pinto girl. "Waving a stick around like he's some sorta hero."
Adonis's call to action fell upon skeptical ears. After the backlash he had received earlier, Jemin supposed he should have no part to play in any of this. He should simply slip away - he'd have a better chance striking it out alone than with this lot, by any rate.
But he didn't.
Because he was nice.
"Count me in," he called out after several beats of silence. His voice was coarse, loud but without malice or the typical crass edge. "Someone needs to keep you from poking your eye out.".
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Post by lovellatorendo on Jul 9, 2018 15:16:00 GMT -6
ANDINE Serora Folk (care giver - youth)
As expected, the voices of the adults rose in volume as soon as the loud mule shoved into the conversation. Andine's ears went flat in confusion more than anything else. Why did adults have to act so unlike adults so often? It didn't seem to her like all this arguing was going to do anyone any good. It is difficult not to over hear a conversation taking place that loudly yet it is just as difficult to really listen to the words being said. The girl tried all same and ended up only more confused. The mule did not look to be one of the herd's warrior ranks and she recognized his companion as a Savoir even if she didn't know him well. Maybe they didn't think much of the current leadership and that was coloring their reactions or maybe the close confines in this place was getting on their nerves. In any case she didn't believe the situation to be as hopeless as they seemed to. Would those of warrior rank like her father have allowed their families to be sent to the Oasis if it were truly as indefensible as these two were suggesting? Surely there was some plan in place to handle the Oasis's discovery by invaders should those attempting to keep them away fail. Maybe Adonis knew something the rest of them did not. She wanted to say all of this but who would listen to her? No one, that's who. In any case it was all over before she had the chance to try. She'd been just distracted enough by the goings on to completely miss Noatak's question, not that she could have answered it anyway. She had subconsciously followed him when he approached the adults however and was just near enough behind to almost be bumped into when he wisely changed his mind. Quick dancing steps carried her out of the boy's path and when she looked up again they'd been joined by a pegasus mare old enough to not be one of the young and yet not quite counted among the adults. This one has some of the most colorful wings in all of the desert and though Andine has never met her she recalls admiring those wings from a far at more than one city gathering over the years. She offers a tentative smile and quick introduction. "Hello, I am Andine." When Noatak asks Ianthe to take him somewhere else Andine can not help but nod in agreement. It is too late to relocate at this point though. A fast moving pegasus suddenly speeds into view and his words to Adonis change everything. What she hears sends her mind reeling. Does this mean the desert warriors had failed? Where her father and siblings now dead or captured? She is frozen in place thinking these unhelpful thoughts when she feels Jemin's eyes on her just before he makes a last scathing comment about Adonis. She hadn't realized they'd ended up standing so close and she almost takes a step away when he does something unexpected and yet genuine... or so it seems. The girl is surprised though she has no right to be, she doesn't know the man in the least. His choice is just enough to kick her into gear. How can she be most helpful now? The smaller children will likely be hustled to the safest part of the camp with as many adult guards as can be spared. She hasn't any magic to assist in sealing tunnels. She could indeed add her willpower as Adonis requested but surely that didn't require her immediate presence right in this spot. A quick glance to the only Savior she has seen here outside of her own band tells her that he is more interested in acting the defender today and maybe that is the appropriate role for a full grown able-bodied adult. If he isn't going to act as Savior though someone else might have to. Besides, not everyone in the Oasis would have heard the Advocate's speech and know what he needed. She could certainly tell any one she passed on the way to get Fern. She glances to Ianthe again and nods toward the group reforming around Adonis. "They might need you, if you've blessings or training that could help."Then she turns back to Noatak. She should just let him be gathered up with the foals but he seemed to need his mind taken off of what was going on even more than some of the others and being placed in the center of a protective circle was not likely to accomplish that. "Would you come with me? I need to tell my Grandmother what is happening and she could probably use extra hooves."
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 9, 2018 15:33:22 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
x | x Ouusaldus had wanted to feel content in the rage that boiled through his body, but now he had to use every ounce of his strength to not turn around, to snap his teeth and literally rip Jemin a new one. But that scared him as well, made his muscles shake with worry and fear as he thought of his old life; he had slaughtered for less, had slit throats merely for someone giving him the wrong look. Maybe somewhere he enjoyed that rage still, that feeling of raw power.
He should have never left the Talori lands. He was useless here.
But then Siamas was crashing through the crowds, words panicked and loud, urgency sparking through him.
Ouusaldus’ axe was off of his back in a split second, his golden teke gripping it tightly. His eyes turned towards Adonis, to where Sesil and Jemin still stood. He strode towards the blue-winged pegasus stood, ignoring his words.
He had heard it all before, had heard one too many ‘inspiring’ speeches given to those around him, those that held rebellion in his heart. Perseus had not been one for long and buttered speeches; no his had been stiff, to the point. He drove home his idea, their idea into everyone’s heart. Filled them with hope.
And though Adonis words rang clear through the valley, Ouusaldus paid them no mind.
He ignored everyone’s words, of Jemin’s call and remarks as he walked up to the pegasus. “Adonis wait,” his mind was into tactical overdrive. He had been in wars, had fought soldiers and platoons. Victory always. Fight hard and always have a way out. Adonis was thinking of how to stop the soldiers, not how to secure their people
“We know how to stop the Aodhians but do you know how to get us out of here? If we block of every single tunnel what will we do? We cannot all fly out of here,” his words were urgent “Can that thing reverse what you are about to do?”
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Post by fynli on Jul 10, 2018 20:56:10 GMT -6
= Adonis =
4 | 365Sesil and Jemin’s agreement to help surprised him yet he felt relief nonetheless. He looked over them and smiled, pride swelling in his breast at what may be the most selfless thing Jemin has done in a millenia.
“Thank you,” he mouthed to them, casting a hopeful gaze across the rest of the Folk that were gathered.
“Wait.”
Ouusaldus’ voice rang through and Donny looked at him, frowning at his words. He didn’t blame the older stallion for his concerns - they were certainly valid. Ouusaldus had just come from one war, of course he’d know the logistics of another. The truth was that Donny had no idea if he would be able to reverse the damage done by this weapon. Part of him wanted to lie and say that he could keep them all safe but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. If they knew the truth, would they still rally behind him? Would they still have the hope to protect themselves? He had to risk it.
“I don’t know.” His voice came out soft, unsure. It was a game of roulette, he knew that much.
“What I do know is that we are safe here and if we don’t want to die, then we need to block those tunnels.” Donny was firm with his words, glancing over the rest of the herd. “If everyone else out there dies then our only chance of survival is staying here. We’re well equipped with plenty of food and water. Supplies that we must not let Aodh reach. Are you willing to put your wife and child up against their forces, Ouusaldus? Or would it be better for us to stay locked in here?”
He paused and stared at the older stallion, letting his words sink in.
Without another word to him, Donny stepped back and looked to those crowded in front of him. “This will only work if we’re all working together. If you wish to help, please reach your teke to the scepter and - I know it sounds silly - but will with all your might for this to work.”
The pegasus turned to face the tunnel entrance, his teke gripping the weapon tightly in preparation.
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Post by brandvandet on Jul 10, 2018 20:56:37 GMT -6
Welcome to the game!
General infopage: here!
Game Mechanics: here!
Remember: IC arguments can and should be made. Ooc harassment for character choices will not be tolerated. This goes for those not in the thread as well! The wrath of Alya will be upon you!
Have fun!
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Post by leaftail on Jul 11, 2018 8:15:00 GMT -6
-Taeith-
Taeith felt her spirits lifted when Adonis acknowledged her and she stepped away from him to join the others once more. It was the only chance they had, be it done manually with her blessing or with the power of the ‘weapon’. If the weapon’s way didn’t work, which was super unlikely because apparently the wisest of the herd had been testing it, at least she knew her blessing could be a back-up. A temporary defense if it came to it.
She stood patiently, listening to Adonis with ears perked and eyes bright. Her chest ached at the thought of the Aodh army finding them and what they might do to them. She tried to not think of what they could do, of what they have already done. She knew her mother probably wouldn’t be one of the lucky ones, another victim of merciless slaughter, and she wasn’t too sure she fit the ideals of what they would be looking for either, regardless of her age and blessing. She visibly shuddered thinking of those who already met their ends under the Aodh terror.
Suddenly, Adonis lifted the weapon and asked for their hope and willpower. Her head raised a little higher and she nodded, shortly after some of the others had announced their willingness to help (including the two previous troublemakers). The momentum was great, they were ready to lend a hand, and then the scary pegasus from before spoke up, questioning the ‘what ifs’ of the future.
Taeith looked at Ouusaldus, knowing full well it was good to see many sides before deciding on something. They were just doing this moments before, though she had been less open to the ideas of Jemin and Sesil since they carried such a negative tone. Ouusaldus spoke with caution, a warning that they just might be doing something they couldn’t reverse. The weapon had been tested, yes, but was there still stuff not known about it?
The mare looked past the horses and at her surroundings. If they were stuck here for the long term, however long that was, it wouldn’t be that bad. The space was big enough, though seeing the same landscape for months or maybe years on end might give some cabin fever. They had food, water, and each other. She would rather live here for the rest of her life then die at the hooves of the Aodh soldiers or worse…
The Aodh army wouldn’t wait forever for them, right?
Adonis called out instructions for use of the weapon. It was going to take more than just him to use it? It almost seemed like Ayla was testing them. Taeith looked up again at the clear sky, a questioning expression on her face. What was the goddess up to? She wondered if Ayla was looking down at them now, watching her children come together, or was she distracted by the chaos that reigned outside of the Oasis, watching over those fighting for their home.
Bringing her gaze back down, she knew what she had to do. Tae reached out with her teke, staring intently at the weapon and willed for the weapon to work. “For us…” she whispered.
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Post by Blubber-Bun on Jul 12, 2018 8:48:45 GMT -6
Jemin
Hold my morals
I've got something shitty to do For a minute, Jemin felt a swell of something resembling hope. It was warm and infectiously clear, a single dew drop collecting with hundreds, thousands of others in a finite sliver of what could become success. It was a foreign feeling that eased the knot of his stomach. For a minute, Jemin dared to put trust in something beyond his own skepticisms.
... but then Adonis thrusted his weapon to the labyrinth, demanding they activate it through collective touch and will power.
His hope deflated. Shattered.
Now - now it was Jemin's turn to laugh. It broke the delicate, bated air of support, of tentative optimism, like a hammer to glass.
"You - " he gasped, curling his chin to his chest in a snicker, " - you really think Aodh will just... just go away if we, what? Wish hard enough? Say please? How about we sing a song, too - that oughta scare them."
His laughter morphed into something harsher and incredulous, disbelief wrought into every forced breath. The last note lacked any faux mirth; it was a snarl, slathered with scathing dryness. "Praise. Alya."
Setting his jaw, he turned to scan the masses of attentive folk. They kept faith, many of them. Blinded by a need for salvation. His parents had lost their son once and he wouldn't allow it to happen vice versa today.
Jemin - Serora - The Folk
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