When in Doubt, Stand and Fight [Invasion Defense]

[OPEN] When in Doubt, Stand and Fight [Invasion Defense]

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

08-13-2013, 04:01 PM (This post was last modified: 08-13-2013, 04:50 PM by Lace.)

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Something was wrong. He could feel it, hear it, taste it. Ever since he had limped across the border and entered beneath the glimmering mist a strong unease had grasped him. It clutched the heart like an icy hand, it made his wounds ache twice as much... With the head held low and nose toward the ground the stallion hurried forward as fast as he could on burned and bloodied limbs, ears twisting and turning to catch any sound that might seem out of place. His worry spilled over to the little dragon that accompanied him, made her push up and forth until she was near invisible in the canopy, her white body veiled by the glowing, swirling mists.

It was too quiet. Too still, the animals that used to dwell within, upon and around the pillared branches had vanished and left an eerie stillness in their wake, a stillness that couldn't fool the sensitive nose of the glazier. The further north he came the more apparent the odor became, until his growing suspicions bloomed into dreadful knowing.

There were unknown horses in the forest. Not many, not yet, but one was one too many and no friendly wanderer would sneak around like this.

Black ears slicked back across the poll and with a snap that set the deep gashes on his back aflame with agony the stallion let out a deep, rumbling call to arms. He hoped they would hear it, his family. He hoped it would wake them, alert them to the dangers that lurked in this accursed night - he hoped they would be ready to fight whoever it was that had come to challenge them.

With the heart beating faster in the chest the golden grulla took note of his surroundings and made himself prepared to face whoever might come before him. It was a relatively open space with tall, thick-trunked trees standing scattered all around him, the closest standing twenty feet to the right and about forty feet to the left. Through the middle of the clearing ran a small stream, iced over and slippery - mostly covered with a fine dust of snow that would make it treacherous to step on. At least there was light enough; the mist hovered far above the ground and caressed every surface with a gentle white light, one that erased shadows and tinted the world in gray. Above him, out of sight, Fajira settled in a tree to keep watch from above, ready to warn him about any and all that might come his way - friend or foe.

Word Count 800. Standard Invasion rules, plus seasonal plot effects on magic and companions.
4 posts each + defense, time limit to invasion applying.
Setting: small clearing strewn with trees and crossed by a creek, dark and cold with no wind. Mists are swirling in the canopy, providing a clear white light.