Freeing the prisoners (open)

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Freeing the prisoners (open)

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

#24

12-27-2012, 11:15 AM

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Time Flies - Time Dies
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"Touch her with that horn, and I'll shatter it for you" Lace snapped in reply to the threat of the Mender, voice revealing the words to be more of a promise than a threat. He was grateful to see that Solstice moved away from the red stallion, hopefully out of reach, but he wouldn't be able to relax until she ran before him across the Frostbreath Steppe. From the corner of his eye he noticed how the Edgers picked their targets and moved in to strike, among them Aaron that bravely - and foolishly - came charging towards the Nightshade. Events were unfolding rapidly now, far beyond his control, and he could only hope that his friends would be sensible enough not to make the situation worse. They didn't need more prisoners, nor would the dead be of any use; they had come to bring Solstice home, and that was it.

"We can settle this the easy way, or the hard way, unicorn" he continued, addressing d'Artagnan once more as he seemed to be the one taking charge. "Release Solstice and Svetlana and we'll leave, no blood will be shed. Don't, and we will bring them back with force. Don't think that you will escape easily, any one of you; we might not equal you in number, but neither of us are so weak that we will loose to those possessed by useless hate."

He really wished that the stallion would just agree. Lace had no wish to see his family suffer and bleed, but he would not settle for less than victory. What did the unicorns want with the mares anyway? Were they so thirsty for blood that they had to torture innocent to slake the desire, had they become so consumed with hate that reason no longer applied to them? The silver stallion was angry, but even in his seething rage he did not hate the inhabitants of Aurora Basin. They had every right to be angry at those who ousted them from a former home, but surely there must be a better way to settle the scores than injury and pain.

Pausing his words to breathe and wait for a reply, the equine steeled himself for the clash that might have to come. He wanted to badly to turn and look for Fajira, but he couldn't; had no room for sentimentality here in this battlefield of minds and bodies. The only thing he could afford was a quick glance toward Solstice and a jerk of the head, meant to tell her to come his way instead of moving further back. If only she could make her way over to them, their chances of success would increase.

If only...