VALE

The spark of chaos grew brighter until that spark became a raging flame, and then the horde of animals was upon them. Kicking and biting and clawing with no rational thoughts left it became a nightmare straight from the pages of hell. But above all else, the screaming was the worst, a cacophony of thousands of throats spewing forth their fear and pain. The dark stallion could deal with the onslaught of raging creatures hell-bent on reaching safety no matter what or who stood in their way, but the noise he wished would be silenced, his ears were starting to hurt.

The pace kicks up and his hooves find solid earth to the tune of speed and necessity, a fierce race to prolong their lives. A sharp pinch on his shoulder turns him to the east with the Spanish leading the way, he rumbled a low sound in his chest; he would let that go for now. One last look at the golden mare before he falls in line, good soldiers follow orders. A wild grin appears on the Golden’s lips and Vale can’t help but join in on the maniac dance, laughing wildly at the chaos around them. He feels the adrenaline of battle kick in, singing deep in his veins. The wolf follows suit, snapping and barking at anyone in their way, pushing them towards the safety of the caves. Taunts and sarcasm are whipped his way on the wind, maniac words that seem strange at the time sighting points of interest on their mad dash. He ignores them preferring to concentrate on the unfamiliar terrain; it would be a slow and painful demise if he fell now. Vale can’t help but throw a grin towards Thranduil as they enter the mouth of the cave turning to face the horde, acknowledging the oddity of how much his companion was enjoying the show.

He stood fast in the mouth of the cave with the Spanish man beside him. Others not so capable danced behind them, he could feel their fear and anxiety at his back like a thick blanket. It made his skin itch and crawl and he had to keep resisting the urge to look behind him. The mad dash from the gate to the caves had awoken the fight inside him making his blood boil and restless, to stand there waiting for the fight to come to them was an urge he fought hard against. A boar faster than all the rest broke from the pack and came hurdling towards the cave, all thoughts erased, his mind completely seared of anything he used to be. Black limbs and bone hooves lashed out with deadly force raining down absolution from fear. The spray of blood and gore dripped from the stallions face and forelegs staining his horn and hooves a pale ghastly red. He turned to Thranduil just as the Lady returned to them, spattered with dirt and blood herself.

“As endearing as Blackie and New Guy are, It’s Vale, much easier to say” he grumbled.


“I doubt any of them can be stopped short of death my lady. Most have gone beyond help or returning to their originals selves, fear and terror have all but burnt away their higher reason.” He spoke in answer to the golden mare’s instruction to kill the weak.

“It’s what brought their flight in the first place that causes worry…” He looked towards Thranduil and Illynx, a question upon his dark features, would they know?

A wind rose up wild and fierce the air sharp and tinged with the cloying scent of fear. Blood matted in his mane and tail drawing it across his glossy flesh like some gruesome painting. The halo that had been placed upon his head at birth, the innocence and ignorance of the young was slowly slipping further down. Golden orbs glowed eerily with something deeper, something darker. He looked at out on the land with a savage hunger, pitiful creatures crawling and mewling as their limbs no longer had the strength to carry them, others still had the breath and power to run, antlers and claws and teeth to injure without thought.

They would all need to die.


"Talking"
OOC::omg I am so so sorry! I completely forgot all about this I’ve been so busy :(
Tag::@[Thranduil] @[Illynx] Sorry only tagging as it's been so long.