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fall from glory | archibald, charky, goss, open - Official - 08-12-2012 Sura April 10th, 2012 at 7:16pm The once proud queen held herself proudly despite the tragic loss of her homeland. She would not allow herself to sulk and wallow in self-pity. Such a display was unbecoming of someone who could boast royal blood that went back generations upon generations. She held her head high and she continued to walk with pride. One loss, no matter how large it was, would not reduce her to a sobbing, worthless wreck. She was stronger than that and would always be stronger than that. She would not forget the battle. It would haunt her dreams for years to come, she already knew. Those who had attacked would not be spared, though. When she returned with a new army she would eliminate them all and reclaim what was rightfully hers. Sura snorted loudly and looked around, having been drawn from her thoughts and plans of revenge when her hoof struck a rock. This new land was completely different from her homeland. Grass and trees grew in every direction she looked rather thansand, dunes, and shrubs. It would take some getting used to, but she was adaptable. In no time she would be used to seeing so much green everywhere and not having the constantly shifting sand underhoof. One ear rotated to the side and she listened for a moment before continuing on her way. Though she would not admit it, Sura didn't know what exactly she was searching for. She hoped that some survivors from her fallen empire would be found in the new land, but somehow she doubted it. Most of her warriors had been slain in the battle and those who deserted before the battle deserved the same fate. They would suffer the same fate if she were to find them here. Archibald April 10th, 2012 at 7:29pm The dark form the warrior possessed cast a dark shadow, looming over the earth in a formidable way that made rodents and small mammals flee. Beside him his young companion bound, trying to keep her young body up with his gargantuan strides. She would grow to be strong, he could feel it. She was fierce already, and spent a lot of time pouncing and eating small insects. Birdsong was bringing new potential to the land, and he needed to hunt for his young girl. Her white and red coat matched her personality, bold and fierce--it reminded Archibald of blood, and the battles she would aid him in. He had a new sense of pride with the pup in his life, as well as the powers the God's gave him upon her arrival. It was starting to change, his life, and he welcomed the new things with open arms. Anything that made him stronger was perfectly fine in his book. New scents filled his nostrils as he entered the Threshold, his head lifting as his ears perked up to hear the hoof beats of another. He picked up into a trot, feathered hoofs propelling him gallantly forward. His golden eyes spotted the mare quickly, she looked interested in the new lands as she stood still in thought. A bellowing whinny announced his presence, as his approach was downwind of the new mare. Oddly built, he thought, as he scanned his eyes across her frame. Tall and lithe, skinny appendages fitted with strip-lined muscle, curved ears, and spots. Something he had surely never seen before, even in his own family that had a diverse range of coats, markings, and the like. He noted her pointed black horn, her stance and her proud head--she thought herself high, and Archibald was to see that it fit. He snorted as he came to a stop perpendicular to the mare, his massive head raised high above her's. "You stand with a pride that an outcast should be wary of, mare," Archibald noted, his deep voice smooth with underlying dominance, but no malicious sting ran through its sound. "I am Archibald, warrior of the Windtossed Foothills; is there anything I can help you decide?" She looked like she needed a guiding hoof, no direction in her alluring amber eyes. Sura April 10th, 2012 at 7:53pm The stallion's bellow caused the mare's ears to tilt back against her refined head. Her advance stopped and she waited for the brute to show himself and when he did he was monsterous as a warrior should have been. The queen remained silent, waiting for him to speak and when he did she was not pleased with his words. No one had ever addressed her as 'mare' before in her life. She did not like it. She did not appreciate it. "You approach with confidence that an outcast cannot hurt you, Stallion." Sura responded. "Perhaps it is you who should be wary of the outcast. Overconfidence is what leads to the fall and death of many warriors." There was the difference between them. Where she stood with pride he stood with overconfidence. She knew what it was to lose an entire empire and she was humbled by it. She didn't think there was anything that humbled the stallion just yet. "Warrior, you say." Sura gaze travelled over the stallion. She moved from her standing position as she inspected him. He had a few scars, but not enough to make him look like a battle hardened warrior that could earn her respect. "Where are your scars, then? Are you new or do you run from your battles?" He was probably new. She was willing to bet that if she looked close enough she could see traces of a milk mustache. Archibald April 10th, 2012 at 8:34pm The stallion was not new to being insulted, and he let her arrogance roll off of him like a bug. Loretta, on the other hand, bristled slightly. The pup was temperamental, and even at her young stage was so keen on what she did and didn't like--and this mare she did not like. Archibald flicked his tail over the red dog, trying to calm her some. "You should be more wise," the younger stallion shook his head some, making a 'tsk' noise softly with his lips, "I have allies, mare, as I hale from a herd, you, however, have no one. You must pick and choose, after all, you could be surrounded now by my other warriors and not even be aware." He spoke these words in an almost bored manner, turning his head left and right slowly as if to dismiss her warning she had thrown out. "I do not wish this to be a battle, I came to help. Now, if there are any questions you may need an answer to, I am here, if not, then I cannot help you." He straightened his head and stood like a statue, muscles relaxed and still. He locked eyes with her, watching her defenses rise. This is why Archibald didn't deal with the public, he truly detested most horses. He would not stand juxtaposed to an unclaimed mare, he was a warrior in a herd and he stood strong. He pitied her in a way, not knowing when to pick her battles. That was the trouble with pride, it took wisdom away. Archibald was not the most humble creature to be preaching, but he knew where he stood in life; he knew how to handle himself and when to throw his weight around. This mare, where ever she came from, must have been very high in her herd, the queen bitch, because she still seemed to believe everything belonged to her. She reminded him of Wilder in a way, doubting his ability because of his lack of scars. Scars meant nothing--how could one obtain a scar if he demolished his opponent? Ah, mare, watch your judgement on things where your knowledge does not reach. "I have proven myself worthy of my rank, my skill is apparent. Scars mean little to me, why do they set standards for you?" It was not the outward expression Archibald obsessed over, like most warriors, because all that mattered was he knew his ability--and any of his challengers would soon learn it as well. Sura April 10th, 2012 at 9:10pm "Could be surrounded, but I am not." Sura retorted with a roll of her caramel eyes. "A warrior who knows anything at all would not tell the one he is confronting that they could be surrounded and give them ample time to prepare a defense or run away." Really, did the stallion even think before he spoke? And how dare he tell her to be more wise. She was wise beyond his years. "You should learn to respect your elders, boy." Her tail slapped against her hind legs as she listened to the stallion speak once more. "You are of no help to me." She had no questions she wished for him to answer. She could find someone who was more respectful if she wished to have any questions answered. Sura was clearly unimpressed by the stallion's answer to her question about his lack of scars. How could he say his skill was apparent to someone he had just met? Did he think she would cower in his great shadow and just assume he was a brilliant warrior. She had seen warriors his size fall to opponents half their own size. She would not believe Archibald's pompous talk of his own skills until he had proven himself to her. Vayu April 10th, 2012 at 9:42pm Far in the sky, above the trees of the Threshold and far, far above the heads of Archibald and Sura, a figure circled lazily, wings spread against the pale clouds. Vayu had finally been coaxed into visiting the place for the good of his herd and the growth of the Order, blah de blah de blah. Really, it was just because he couldn't find anything better to do yet. Dragon's Throat was still a tiny herd, and Ra's need for expansion and world domination! along with Vayu's boredom were motivation enough for the palomino stallion to go off and wrangle newcomers. Below, he could dimly make out movement as a stranger wandered through, a dark form moving in a darker wood. To the stallion, it seemed promising enough. He pulled his long wings in tight, grinning as he dove at the ground, the wind behind him spinning into a small tornado. Newcomer arrives and the hawks swoop in for meat. Unfortunately, none of the clearings around the stranger were large enough for Vayu and his 'entourage' to land safely; instead, he touched down some distance away, twister dissipating behind him, and began to walk. Little bits of moss and twigs swirled around his feet, picked up by the wind he generated with mere movement, as he followed the scent of equines, searching for the freshest. One aroma met his senses... and then another, more familiar overlays on a stranger's hide. The Foothills, perhaps? Hmm. He would have to visit the new populace of that place. At last Vayu reached the pair of arguing strangers. He could tell where they are by sound now, and he couldn't help but snort in amusement as raised voices met his ears. Well well, this would be entertaining! The golden appaloosa almost pranced in his excitement to meet new people, then laughed derisively at himself for the idiotic behavior. You need to get out more, mate. You're goin' off your nut, you are. He could hear words now, stuff from a lad about scars, and then an angry mare shooting him down with condescension. It was into this mess Vayu walked, dead things still whirling about his feet, head cocked slightly. Could he stir up more trouble here? The stallion smelled of the Foothills, and so he decided to side with the mare. "Beggin' yer pardon, but I couldn't help overhear your conversation, and wanted to add me two cents." Vayu shifted his wings against his side, smiling a charming, boyish smile at the pair. "See, seems to me, neither o' you could know tha' other's a good fighter without seein' 'em in a fight, right? Although the lady do have a point, scars show some proof o' those fights happenin'. Course, I don't claim to know too much, not bein' a fighter meself. Me mum and dad raised me ta scout; I'd do right poorly in a battle." Vayu's bi-colored eyes shown with innocence and mischief at the large black stallion, before he turned to address the mare exclusively. "Name's Vayu, by the by, of a land called Dragon's Throat. We're a right fine herd, and you might like to come for a visit, miss...?" Gossamer the Benevolent April 15th, 2012 at 12:53am Gossamer weaved through the trees, graceful, elegant, a ghost. Lazulli had been flying about in an attempt to help her find herdmates to join when he sent her Archibald loudly speaking to a mare. She sighed, the big stallion was a welcome presence within her herd, but he could be a bit rough around the edges at times. She picked up a trot until she came to a point where the leftover tendrils of thoughts intermingled. There she slowed to a walk, floating atop the leaves, where she soundlessly moved amongst the vegetation until she rounded the corner to find a stallion Enna would much appreciate, her warrior, and a sleek looking mare. She bowed her head to her warrior and the stallion in acknowledgement, then turned to the mare. The newcomer obviously didn't know that she'd hurt Archibald's feelings and that his attacking back at her had only been an instinctual reaction. She drew upon her power to smooth over tensions in any situation and gently used it, ever so slightly so as to be imperceptible, and spoke in a calm, kind voice which held authority and grace, "Greetings Traveler, I hope all is well here and apologize for any misunderstandings. I am Gossamer, lead mare of the Windtosssed Foothills. My herd is one equality and tolerance, which is enforced.". The last part was added, in part, as a warning to Archibald to be kinder in the future. The next part was for the mare. She was obviously strong and intelligent and extremely well matched. She would make a wonderful warrior or something of the sort. Her herd needed strong warriors. She spoke once more, in the same voice as before, "We have many opportunities for a strong, intelligent horse such as yourself, even warriorship, if you so desire..." and there was her offer. She had, hopefully, made quite a good one. Gossamer was no filly, she was not old but had experienced much in her life and was wise enough to know a good mare when she saw one, that required no prying into thoughts to know. She made no effort in the meeting to read either horse's mind, preferring to go off of her own good senses this time. Archibald April 24th, 2012 at 5:33pm Archibald remained calm, watching the mare. Her doubt in him did not phase him, he knew where his abilities were as well as the horses who mattered. He was obviously a warrior for good reason, and the mare herself must be a loner for good reason--she was probably mutinied because of her arrogance, Archibald suspected. He lifted his head as the winged one approached, and bristled internally at his presence. He was the kind of horse Archibald liked to step on and dominate, and his eyes narrowed slightly at the newcomer. If Mandrake were here, she would go ape shit on these two and their blindness. Archibald rolled his shoulders back, ignoring the other stallion and focusing his attention back on the mare. "Arguing is useless, you care not for what others have to say or think, because you doubt everything. My attention to the truth is not a form of disrespect, mare, and you simply see it as such. Whatever I did to upset you is so little that it has no significance--undoubtedly, whatever I had said would have made you bristle the way you did." Archibald felt her tension rolling off in waves, her annoyance filling the air around them. Archibald had not raised his voice, nor had he done anything in an attempt to belittle the spotted girl. Archibald watched her, eyes hard and calculating. When Gossamer approached, Archibald could have let out an exasperated sigh he was so tired of other horses coming into his business. Although, he understood where ever and who ever he encountered were Gossamer's business, and she had every right to know what he was doing, but her always following him and undermining the authority he did hold pissed him off more than this mare in front of him. Archibald looked down at his bonded, watching the small red dog as she sat there, watching. She was his hope, really, for he had nothing else right now--he would make her strong and in turn, she would give him many things as well. |