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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
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#1

At last, some success in these silly ventures. The black brute gives a wolfish grin, eyes a spark. The gold smiled too, for he knew what intentions were forming in that mind. It should have scared him. Should have pushed him into a fit of worry for what trouble he brought to his herd’s door step. But how could it, for the golden’s ultimate goal was the same devastation that crafted a decision in the black’s mind. What a better way to cause trouble and avoid blame than simply recruit one to do it for him! Especially under the guise of a weary traveler. So the golden son smiles right back at that black’s words, even ignoring the usual harmful mistake of a nickname. Dipping those twin horns the golden turned, gold coat a flash in the morning sun. “Try and keep up hot shot.” Rolled out the chuckle, and the Spanish man shot off at brisk three beat.


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Sides burned slightly with the need to breath, but head kept up high, looking back to check on his little follower. If he slowed the gold would too, but if he met the golden son stride for stride then the race was one. Sure the gold was tired as the mountains began to rise in the distance, but he had not all together forgotten the ‘goldie’ slip, and so would push that black wolf as hard as he would like the golden son. At last the green pines began to fall away, and they sped past the running falls of the Hidden Falls. The ground began to rise, but the path was clear, well kept from the many journeys the Basiners had made. It did feel slightly invigorating to inhale the sharp cold air here in the highlands. Slowly the gold himself was becoming used to the icy grip of his home.

At last large ice walls rose, and snowy banks were close enough to feel. Even the cloven hooves could not traverse this terrain at a smart pace, so the gold relented and moved into a walk, shaking out that Spanish head, and moist gold coat. For a while he walks looking back to check on his charge. Hopefully the run hadn’t scared him off, but the gold couldn’t resist a little fun. After a moment the golden son spoke once more in a low rumbling voice. “Also, Glodie won’t do anymore, Thranduil, at your service.” The twin horned head twisted around and nodded, before turning back to speak again. “And I suppose Blackie isn’t your name either…” Earth eyes look over at the wolfish creature to see. Oh course he’d be more than happy to continue with Blackie, no one could say it didn’t fit him.

Finally, what he had been looking for. A large crack ran down the wall of ice, and the gold slipped easily in. A solid wall of cold air greeted him in the arch and the gold harks pin down slightly at the annoyance. One day soon he had to get used to this damn cold. At least he had gotten better about the ice. With a smirk he called back, “Watch your step.” A small chuckle rolls past his lips, but he quickly controlled the high that came from their, little jog. “This is the way into the valley of the Aurora Basin. Two sentinels guard the other side. You’ll find all you need once we get there.” Then with a devilish grin, the gold was glad he could not see he added, “But first we’ll need to get you all checked in. Let’s hope the Lady is in.” He did so hate that other damned death demon. Though he was the gold’s lord, he did not have to be obeyed. It was only for his lady’s sake the gold behaved himself at all really.

The icy walls fell away, the day’s light at last shined down upon the gold’s mountainous home. Don’t let the noun fool you. It would never truly be the gold’s home. No, there was too much destruction to cause here. With a smile he sidles to a stop, and lifts that twin horned head to ring out a call for one of their ranked to come and take this new comer off his hands. The gold was a busy man you see, and besides, he trusted this creature could cause trouble all on his own.


OOC :: Welcoming thread for Vale, all welcome. =]
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#2
VALE

The golden boy took off with a shot leaving a taunt behind him on the wind for Vale to follow but for a moment he was reluctant to leave the cover of trees, he felt like there was something he was forgetting, something he needed to do or remember. But try as he might he could not force a solid memory of that soft face and warm brown eyes. He sighed in frustration taking in a deep breath of pine needles and rich earth, his sides expanding with the breath, hoping the smell might trigger something again. But nothing happened the scent was just a scent. Again he sighed and flicked his golden eyes in sight of his guide, he waited a few more seconds for ground between them to widen before he too shot off, racing to catch up.


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They flew across the wilds streaming manes and tails like coloured banners. Long sleek limbs stretched out in front carrying the dark wolf forward as his heart beat wildly and his breathing sharper with every stride. But he continued to match the gold in front stride for stride, chaotic and childish he accepted the challenge, letting the adrenaline purge his veins of any weariness. All pretence of character was gone stripped away in the lashing cold air as muscles contracted under glossy flesh. This was what he lived for, the pure simplicity of his being; thoughts connecting muscles to blood to bones, all the way down to his hooves drumming a song against the earth. The ecstasy of his high shinning out through his golden eyes, illuminating the splintered crown atop his head.

The path began a slow and treacherous incline forcing a more careful stride to ascend, Vale slowed his way and his breathing it wouldn’t do to have golden boy here think he wasn’t up to the challenge. The two stallions traversed the path Vale following silently behind, more content to make sure his hooves were connecting with solid ground and not a loose stone or crack waiting to trip a careless equine. The wolf’s ears flicked forward as the gold speaks and Vale can’t help but let out a bark of laughter at the ‘blackie’ comment.


“I like you G…” He stopped himself before continuing “Thranduil, I can see you and I becoming fast friends, our friendship will be kept alive on the flames of awesome sarcastic remarks and brooding good looks” He dropped the pretence of a nickname, it wouldn’t do for his tour guide to decide to throw him off the side of the mountain for being too mouthy.

A wall of ice stretched up the mountain and Vale wondered vaguely how they were supposed to get through it, as he assumed this was where the gold had intended to take him. Before he could ask where they were going, Thranduil disappeared from view, seemly straight into the mountain itself. Curiously Vale followed, his unspoken question answered as he found himself entering an archway etched into the ice. As the jagged crown of his head lead the way he found himself assaulted with a blast of icy air, almost making him choke with breathlessness. He half listened as the golden boy warned to watch his step and spoke of guarding a sentinel or something along those lines, his interest was sparked again at “Lady” but his attention soon returned to assessing his new home.

He had felt it as they rose up the path but now here in the Basin he could feel the full force of the cold that seeped along ground and through the air, it seemed to cling to every part of him forcing its way into every crack and crevice. He shivered with cold and anticipation waiting for the ones Thranduil had called for.



"Talking"

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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#3

The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir

That would make the sorrow go away

The smell of dark and dampness cleaves to her, recently returned from the dark bowels of the serpentine caverns dappling the mountainsides; glowing particles cling to her lips as she trots across the yellowing grasses touched with the first of snows from the tent, having stopped there after depositing the mushrooms in the storage cavern to assuage about how many more would be need to fully light both the tent and the large area she’d like to have encircled with the soft light they emitted.

There are two figures at her gate, and as always, she is eager to see who the strange smell belongs to and whether or not the dark silhouette alongside Thranduil will be fitting to her loose guidelines.

From her experience in greeting the arrivals to the mountain, she is far more lenient and accepting of the myriad faces that appear on her doorstep in comparison to the Reaper, who seeks only those who will fulfill his fantasies of conquest rather than the ultimate goal that would involve them all, not just the hand selected murderers raised gently in the clandestine hearts of those who knew of the Plague. Luckily, the one she discovers is of a dark enough heart upon first glances to appease even her picky co-ruler, and the smile that she shares with him in warm and welcoming in comparison to the almost snide one that flashes as she lays eyes on the arrogant spy.

Thranduil, darling. Are you waiting for the snows to come to hide in the warmer regions once more? her smirk is playful and taunting, golden eyes glimmering and amused as she tosses her forelock from her gaze and turns her attentions to the stranger alongside her… friend.

Welcome, welcome, she quips, a nod bending her muscled neck gracefully, her body poised for elegance and dangerous beauty, I am the Lady Illynx.

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#4
VALE

“I am the Lady Illynx”

And a Lady she was indeed, beautiful and sleek with her soft brown and golden tones, with her dark banner trailing behind her like a veil. Yet for all her beauty there was a spark about her, a dangerous undercurrent that if you weren’t careful could sweep your hooves out from under you in a moment’s notice. Vale watched her curiously; most women he had met and dealt with were fickle things. Flighty and shy, or overbearing and way too flirty Vale had had his fun with them and when he got bored left them in the dust. Callous he knew but it was just easier when it came down it to and besides he’d never see them again anyway, so what was the point in an awkward goodbye. But the creature in front of him was different and he was intrigued.


“Well hello my Lady” Vale bowed his jagged crown graciously, while his golden eyes flashed with the spark of mischief “And such a beautiful name for an equally beautiful face”

He reached over towards the golden stallion in an effort to nudge him on the shoulder, “If Thranduil here had told me we would’ve had such remarkable company to greet us, I would’ve been here sooner”

The dark wolf relaxed into an easy silence, his golden eyes shining with cocky mischief. He always kept the spotlight on him, continuing to play his charade well after the curtains were drawn and everyone had gone home. Vale could never be sure how anyone would receive him with his honeyed words and arrogant stance, but he never usually cared it was all just part of the fun. Except for all his calm offhanded exterior, he found himself wanting her approval.

“My services are yours, dear Lady, in any way you might want them” He dipped his head again this time with a slow grin, eyes glowing in delight.

"Talking"
OOC:: oops sorry I’ve been so lazy! Bunnie I hope my description of Illynx isn’t too ‘assuming’ I was just trying to go by what Vale could ‘see’ If it’s too much I can change it :)

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#5

Friends? A flinch of the golden’s smile slides, but he picks it right back up as the exit the arch. The golden son was glad this little charade was going so well, but let’s not get carried away. This wolfish creature was brought here only to make his lady happy and keep the tradition of trouble going, not because he was friend. The golden son did just well without friends. Less complicated. None were kept close to the gold’s true colors, for none could fully understand what they were. Besides the black wolf had not taken the hint and let slip his name. Blackie it was. Keeping up appearances the gold nods to the wolf creature as a dark figure begins to move up from them. They were indeed in luck, his lady came to greet them.

His lady comes with all the simple smiles and grace she classically kept well. Apparently though none was reserved for him. That glace slides over to him with a sharpness he knew too well, and he knew what was coming. Still, it was in her usual honeysuckle sweet coating as it was so attune to his own inner language that it barely stung. If she would rather believe he was trying to avoid the snow and cold, which wasn’t a complete lie, then let her. Far better than the truth that the pale Pegasus had been a dead end. So the earth eye winks at her and then turns to look with at the new comer.

Now this black devil was as good as accepted, so the sugar than ran from his lips made the gold’s tassled tail flick back and forth. It was over kill really, but he knew his lady would lap all the glory due to her new rank over this boy. Having hoped to find the creature’s name in this mixing of these exchanges, he is disappointed for it to not be brought out so easily. Still, in offering his services to his lady the gold was curious enough to hang around. Would he have another in his already numerous rank? Seriously, the phantom rank was getting a little crowded. All would be revealed soon enough though. For now the gold was content to stand beside this new charge and feel the accomplishment of bringing fresh meat to the Basin.


OOC ::
"speech"
@[Vale] @[Illynx]

Can you feel it when you come?
Can you feel cold and death and begin to morn?
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#6




A noise starts to become apparent from the south. Its a strange, rhythmic kind of sound, yet it's fast. It grows steadily, yet quickly. Before long dark, obscure shapes appear on the southern horizon. It isn't apparent what, but it is coming, and quickly. Whatever it is, it's large, because the ground begins to hum and shiver with the weight of the approach.

It does not take long before you'll realize the sound is hoofbeats. The black mass is a herd of various creatures moving in one, single unit. The beast is thousands of them. All of them coming towards you.

This is not a normal stampede though. There is the normal fear, the typical chaos, the massive force of bodies moving swiftly - but where there is leaping deer there are also lunging cougars, loping wolves, and lumbering hogs. There's bouncing bunnies and frightened frogs, galloping gators and sprinting sheep. There is so many they cannot all be named, or seen, or known. They simply are - a mass of animals all united by one goal.

Escape.

Their cries are a terrible nose drowned out only by the thunder of their hooves, paws, claws, toes, and hearts. They have forgotten the food chain and natural law in their desperation. They have even forgotten the basics of physical pain, because as they run, they do so with limbs and jarring, jagged gaits. They have run so far, so fast, so needfully, that they have not stopped for days. Blood encases the stumps of flesh which they use as limbs, now nothing more than a bloody pulp. Sweat lines their haggard, withering bodies. Their eyes are dried white with fright while yellowed froth slings from their gaping, swollen tongues and tattered nares. In their frenzy they trample one another, each other, anything and everything. There is no stopping this wave of sinew and bone. They will pummel themselves into the dust and each other if need be, becoming one massive being if they must, anything is better than what lies behind them.

In their wake a bloody trail is smeared across the land, a testament to the crimson fluid leaking from their abused legs. Bits and pieces of their flesh, shorn away by the friction and the distance, scatters behind them like wreckage. Occasionally one falls completely and cannot find the ability to rise. It crawls for a while, bellowing some sickening, terrifying song before exhaustion and terror finally grip it in a rigid, immobile embrace.

They run on, with no intention of stopping.

A southern wind blows lightly, but coldly.




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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#7

The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir

That would make the sorrow go away

The stranger that Thranduil has brought to her on this afternoon was a special one, she could tell instantly in the way he let his eyes follow her slow and hungry before his mouth parts and he sweeps her away in all the grand vocalizations known to wrap around the psyche of such women as she, things that make her like him instantaneously, even forgetting that the golden stallion gave her no reply to her prod at his ego in the swoon that rises in the flowing complements that besiege her.

Why couldn’t more of them be like this? All those tales of failed living arrangements and jilted members were more easily avoided if one used their brain like this man. Surely, not all of it is as true as she wants it to be, a ruse in part for her interest and concern for a new arrival to a fold obviously vast and numerous – and while she knows these things, she still lets her ego purr and croon at what he offers its clutching fingers, her smile broad and her eyes twinkling merrily.

His services, when offered, do not immediately leap forth at her in many ways other than that of the soldier – the walk that she had made, one of glory and struggle, of conquest and fame, but all her kin seem fitted to this position for the weapons adorning their brows. She had learned a long while ago that a sword did not a swordsman make, however, and so she instead lets her dark tail swish quietly behind herself as her features take on a more serious light than her amused revelry.

And what skills are those, sir…? she bends two questions in one, realizing she hadn’t a name to call her new pet in just enough time for the first roar to cloud the distance, for the sounds of the avalanche of animals to touch her ears and pull her golden eyes away from the pair before her.

And when she does, horror finds purchase where cool, grinning collection is normally in place, her ears slipping down and her lips growing slack as she spies the dark cloud of birds that roar over the treetops, that snake atop the mountain peaks – and the dark figure of the herd that gallops, that runs, that flees, and it wreaks of death and fear.

Its intoxicating, contagious; the Gilded Blade snorts heavily and dances to the side, all thoughts on impressing the two men forgotten in her desperate need to survive.

We need to go, my friends, she says, sharp and whip-like each commanding word; to her relied upon spy, she turns first, hard east, to the caverns. Drag all you see along with you to their shelter – keep an eye on the new one, he knows not where to go but for our guidance. A last, desperate glance is given her beautiful sentinel, a hope that he and his forming sibling will survive the rush of animals that closes in nearer and nearer from the distance, the stench of terror and blood thick across the cool mountain air.

And then she is running, as fast as she can go, calling out as she darts across the valley her cries of warning, the occasional verbal cue for the unicorns to go right or left, to increase pace or to round a hillock rather than cresting it. She hopes they hear her, her “loved” ones, her kin, and that they might find safety in the face of such danger pressing in upon them.

She thinks of many things – she must find Deimos, where is her Rikyn? Can Zikar call their God down to offer guidance? Will the animals charge through the caverns as well as across the land? And what of Aithniel, is she safe, is she fine?

She worries for them all, each face she recalls as she runs, though it is an odd taste in her mouth and fear laces each gliding step out towards the large healer’s cave to the east, the only place that would hold so many unicorns in one location. She has a plan, once they get there, which involves shoving the weaker members back into the stone and ringing the effacements with warriors and able bodied men and women, to fight back any animals that stray to near their place of defense.

She can think of at least twenty strong, not including their companions or magical skills. She has good faith that a tumultuous stampede will not bring her or her kin down on this day.

It is the worry of what chases the animals that leaves her wondering, that darkens her hope.


[ OOC: Running to the Healer's Cave ~ looks like we'll be having an emergency herd meeting. xD Just talked to Tamme, and this only effects our thread <3 Just a rather sudden location change rofl ]

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#8
VALE
His arrogant smile falters slightly as he watches Illynx drink in his cool words. No Where was the fire? What happened to the spark he thought he saw, maybe he’d been wrong about her. He kept up his appearances for the time being, she was definitely one he would need to get to know better and besides she was his queen now after all. Strange he thought that once he would never have bowed to anyone and yet here he was, an outcast letting himself be accepted into the pack. What had happened to that young lone wolf? So intent on keeping everyone at arms bay, making sure no-one scratched away his surface.

The dark lady asks him of his services and his grin returns, cocky and sly once more. His reply slips from his lips to fall silently at his feet, forgotten in the growing noise that precedes the dark, writhing mass to the south. For a moment he wonders why a storm would sit so low and fast on the horizon before a solid wall of stench assaults him, fear. Horrible, thick fear of thousands of animals escaping, running, stampeding straight for them. He stands fast in the face of such unimaginable horror before the three but his skin crawls with what he sees. Vale watches horrified and fascinated as a large buck at the front of the pack beyond exhaustion trips and falls and for a moment he struggles to rise, fear moving him beyond his body’s’ capabilities, before he disappears entirely beneath thousands of hooves, paws and claws.

“We need to go my friends” The lady says, relaying instructions and he watches her turn from lady to commander in a matter of seconds, that fire was back in her eyes, clouded with fear but still there none the less. “Indeed” Vale replies and nothing more needed to be said before he takes off after the dark mare. He pushes his muscles to the limit willing them to carry him faster than the oncoming horde at their backs, a freight train of thoughtless terror, but fear finds more purchase and makes his hooves fly. Vale stays close to heel of Illynx protecting her back, he looks over towards the Spanish man nodding in his direction Vale knew the golden boy could take care of himself but he would follow his lead and have his back if need be. It would be poor thanks to let the one who had brought him here come to harm.


Vale looks ahead towards their destination, large dark caves set into the mountains. He hopes they will be enough, and wonders at the rest of the inhabitants of the Basin. Would they be safe? The jagged crown turns to take a last look behind, terrified whites of eyes and foaming mouths all intent one sole purpose, to flee. But what, he dreads, do they flee from?

"Talking"
OOC:: Wow sorry guys that was crappy, had really bad writer’s block lately, just wanted to get something out for you. Whoops Vale forgot to introduce himself silly boy, I’ll have to slip it in there later when all the excitement has died down. lol

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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#9


It almost made him sick. No not the stampede, before that. He watched his lady receive the complements like purring cat from her prey. It took all he had not to roll his eyes. Of course he understood it, he too had played to her likes. Still, this was a little too friendly and thieves are not fond of being third wheels, nor this one of letting dutiful school boys keep his company. Hind hock cocks and tassled tail shifts back in forth. Even still Blackie did not give his name, nor his lady ask. She begins her sugar sweet reply, but fate interrupts.

If you can call it fate. Hell perhaps? A low roar of thunder is heard in the distance. Strange to have storms this far north at this season. Golden head turns out of curiosity, and finds the low dark cloud. Harks lift and body moves to alert. That was no storm. Nares reach forth and pull at the air. Knives of intensity, sweat, and bitter blood come washing over him. Twins horns pull back, harks pin, and nares snort out the despicable scent of fear. A rumble builds in him as the golden shifts in his place, forgetting his lady and Blackie. At last the animals crest the hill and come stampeding past. This was not right, it was not natural. Ready to move to some dark shadow from this menace and whatever more horrible threat perused them.

His lady breaks the selfish thoughts. Her sharp words turn to him as a general. The gold looks to her, having to cover his smile. Though the terror coming towards them begin to make those gold limbs dance under him, his lady was relying on him. He was needed. Now this was not a happy feeling for need of a family member, this is a happy moment for being one step closer to his goal. One step closer to causing more chaos and worry than even this moment. Death was at the doorstep, how in the world could this man be happy? The golden son was incredibly gifted at many things, but best at getting himself of trouble. This was not exception. What of the herd? What of it. If blood debt was to be paid the gold, even for his golden coat, was most excellent at slipping out without notice. Hard facts, but truths. He would run before falling for this mad bunch. Still, he would play along for now, a goodly servant, taking a debt that even his worse trouble could not fill. The gold dips his head, and with one last look back to the oncoming storm of blood and animals, he leaps forth towards the eastern bounds of their kingdom.

Oh right, Blackie. Harks lean back slightly. To feel the hero role was such a powerful force, why in hell did he have to have a side kick. Growling slightly he looks back to see the creature beginning to follow his lady. She would be the last to the caves, and certain to be searching for Deimos, their Reaper. Not the place that wolf man should be. Well, not where the golden thought he should be, not that close to his lady. Flirting was one thing, this quite another. Rolling his eyes the gold changes course to that wolf creature. Lips open to reveal ivories that reach out and nip the thick coat of bone blade. “With me Blackie.” Snorting and tucking his Spanish head back in the gold kicks up the pace for the east. Any met were nipped and pushed to the healer’s cave, roared at of the oncoming danger, or were already headed there. With it going so well the gold could not let his dark sense of humor show. “You know, if we’re going to die some deep dark tragic death, might be best to know your real name Blackie.” A wild grin looks back to the black, awaiting the reply. A lingering mare grabs his attention soon after though and the gold snaps her towards the healer’s cave.

Around they went about the Basin, making a circle coming to the healer’s cave. The same feeling persisted as he tossed over to look back at his charge. “Keep up now, hate to see our first race null for you slacking on this one.” A dark laughter rolls forward. The golden did so love the chaos about him befalling this land, and especially those who were destined eventually for it by his own hand. What’s better, he was allowed to intentionally snap unicorns in line. Fabulous day really. Looking over once more he called out. “Quick ‘under attack’ version of the Basin tour.” He looked to each feature as he named it, his dark additives said more sarcastically then they might should have been. “There is the lake, and seer’s cave. Across the way is the hot springs, and residence caves, pity you didn’t have time yet to find one.” Gold coat was turning dark and even his breath coming hard and stressed by this run. “And there-is out destination-the healer’s cave.” Slowing to slip into the cave’s full mouth the gold looks back at the wolf man. “Keep close, don’t want you getting too crowded.” Twin horned head tossed back to look as the first animals began to cross the borders. Faltering on ice. In a more serious note, the gold slipped inside the cave. His lady should be proud though, he didn’t make one move to cause more chaos than was already running into their borders.

OOC :: My apologies....I got carried away. XD Plus Thranduil is such a weird man about this whole thing. XD
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@[Vale] @[Illynx]

"Can feel the fear rising in the air?"
"Nah I live off chaos affairs."
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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
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Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#10

The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir

That would make the sorrow go away

The cavern of the Healer’s appears in sight, the woman narrowing her golden eyes to spy more figures than just her two from the gateway entering into its stone passages; she had slipped back to allow the others to lead ahead towards safety, trusting her own honed skills and nimble reactions to carry her behind them and to defend their hinds from any stray beasts that broke away from the pack.

The fear, thick and permeating, clings to the soft flesh of her nostrils and draws her heart into a frantic race, plunging to the sound of the hooves that roar in a giant swell of noise behind her. A deer darts away from the group and in front of her, instantaneously drawing her haunches tight and her bodice forward in a lunge, golden horn angling as she dives through the air and driving hard into the upper shoulder of the beast. It falls, its death call sounding with the din of its brethren who flee, the battle snort of the woman as she seamlessly lifts her crown from the body as it falls and skirts it’s kicking legs with her own golden pillars, a gleaming ribbon of crimson spraying the air as she continues her mad dash forward.

Locks of her dark tail are snagged against the antlers of the creature, but she ignores the tug of the strands as they relinquish their holds; more pressing are the needs of safety. A straggler, young and inexperienced, dallies in her path, and with a commanding shout she tugs them into line alongside her, a smart smack with her blood stained horn sending the youngling sprinting ahead of her with the others.

In what feels like eons, she reaches the stone of the cavern, taking in the visage of those who have come to the shelter and pivoting with frenzy tightened sinew to look out on the mayhem that sweeps her blessed valley. She counts many in the shelter of this cave, and can spy others in the smaller ones along the way, but what she does not see is her Haruspex or the black one she so despises but has been commanded to rule alongside.

The madman is likely safe, tucked away in the holy cavern itself or in his own dark cave of death, and as she prances out of the awning of their own shelter and peers out into the chaos that sweeps the land, she does spy a dark shape that just might be the Reaper, sending animals to their deaths and herding the rest back into the tangled horde of bodies. It is satisfying enough for her to remain here, to defend those within the cavern behind her…

But even as she thinks it, it seems the tail of the riot arrives, the last few stragglers spewing blood tinged foam from cracked and weary lips, their limbs bloodied and useless, some mauled to the point of nonexistence as they crawled in an attempt to get away.

Its horrifying, forces her stomach to clench unnaturally as she looks upon the gore laced display, the grasses mauled into mud as they blended with the life fluid and snow beneath the weight of so many bodies. It stinks, it stinks like decay and panic, and for a moment she sees bright whiteness in the fringes of her vision, she feels her heart nearly burst inside of her in primitive response to the aura that permeates her home.

Kill the weak, she manages finally, a command less harsh than her others, spoken as if by a woman who rubs her fingers into her temples and curls into a ball within herself had she hands to do so, a rare action of mercy given by the golden woman as she forces the impending horror back within herself (for she knows this is not the end – it is only a beginning). Turning back around to face the cavern, her whole ear turned to listen to the straggling animals that drag themselves with bleating sounds of pain and horror behind her, she picks out the stranger and the Golden Spy from among the rest and makes her way towards them.

Thranduil, she calls as she’s within earshot, over the sound of hooves moving to do her bidding and the murmur of astounded and horrified voices, you and the new guy with me. She realizes that she’s covered in sweat, that the sheathes of her platinum armor are slick against the sheer fabrics that hold them together, that it is chilly in the patches where the cloth presses against her flesh and the wind touches them.

And she had just bathed this morning. A disgusted sigh escapes her as she glances back out into the land, up the mountainside that the animals had spilled over, surely most of them to their deaths.

Dead things don’t move themselves.

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#11
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.


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#12

Even the love of chaos can not stand up to the power of the stampede as it races through the Basin. The golden son looks out from just under the cave’s protective shadow and watches the animals with a close eye. He would rather had been pushed back, tucked away from this view and reality. It was not that it scared him, no the gold would never admit that. More so, it was the reality of their fear that dampened his fun like storm clouds on sunny days. With a heavy sigh he shifts about. A few stray animals makes the foolish mistake and coming towards the cave to escape the others. Quickly the blood thirsty soliders of this valley enact out the vicious justice for the disturbed peace. Even his gilded lady finds a warm body to stab her horn through. As for the golden such dirty work threatened to ruin his fun even more, so was avoided. Besides, there was enough soldiers for the job.

At last the stragling stampede comes to an end. The last few animals crest the valley and now the gold pays more attention. What on earth could have startled those poor creatures to much a suicidal race. Northing crests the hill though. Even as they last animals leave the Basin, and the warriors of this land go to finish off those who still struggle, no fearful beast makes itself known. Then makes the dampened gold even more uneasy. Tassled tail flicks back and forth and dorsal stripped body stands tense and twitchy. His name, breaks the spell. A practiced ease slips back over the gold like a perfectly fit suit, as he turns to look at his gilded lady. Blood laces her armor, and the strain of the fight drenching her coat in sweat. She calls to the golden and his charge. Looking to the black creature the gold nods and moves towards her.

Moving dead things. A groan is silenced in his throat, though barely. It was bad enough to be sent to kill those still struggling, but to clear the land of bodies was not usually part of the golden son’s job listings. Still, his lady would be obeyed, though seriously she would pay for this part of it one day. Moving out, the wolf man finally speaks up. With interest the golden looks back. A smile grows on his lips as at last the black creature gives the name Vale. It turns out blackie, for the name seriously had begun to stick with the gold, had many of the same thoughts as he. What caused this race to death? What could be so fearful as to make creature run to death? The gold looks to his lady, earth eyes leveled in a hard serious concern for once. Then he breaks it though, let her answer it if she could. The golden himself knew she knew not. Her own fear could not be hidden when the stampede first began. Still perhaps she would call on their God and demand an explanation, could the gilded lady do that? The gold did not doubt she did not have the inner core to stand up to him.

For all waste, and death of this accursed event there was, the gold realized a benefit. Thranduil was not a meat eater like some of those more vicious of the herd, but that was not all animals offered. As the golden son came to the first animal, a doe, his hoof kicked it and saw it roll in a near unnerving way. Harks pin back, looking at the brown and white coat. Future plans stir purpose to the event. He had made hides of the wolves, but he had also seen a precious warring material that could be gained from them. Leather. Looking back at his lady and blackie, the golden waits to hear if she replies. His plans were growing certain though. Perhaps five or so of the deer would be enough, and he could stash them behind the rocks, till he had time to skin them with his teeth, hooves and horns. Still, he paused looking back at the two and streams of red and death. For once a shiver ran down the golden man’s spine, and it settled eerily within in.


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