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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-01-2012, 02:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2012, 02:35 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
A peppered, winged maiden moved leisurely along the liquid, saline mouth of the sea, her proverbial lips reaching up to bestow the hard sheath of the Oracle's hooves with a cool kiss of brine and froth. She had ventured here to collect a few things for her quest, as well as to relish in the sea's beauty as she was acutely fond of doing. Her eyes scanned the wake of the tides as they churned toward the shore, only to retreat once again, leaving behind a colorful assortment of clams and, occasionally, stray relics of the ocean's children.
She gazed admiringly at these artifacts, while keenly searching for a much larger prospect than the arbitrary, disheveled fragments that then lined the coast. That she would find what she searched for anywhere but beneath the ocean's rolling crests was doubtful; but she searched anyway, hoping by some fluke she might locate a fixture suitable to carry water from the Deep Forest. Perhaps it had been unnecessary for her to travel so far to look for such a thing, but the grandeur of the ocean always seemed to reel her in, much like a moth to a flame.
[ ooc ; Just as a side note to anyone who joins, Cass is currently pregnant. ;3 ]
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Where it lay crouched between the dunes of the wide-stretched beach the young cougar was nearly invisible. Its coat of burned yellow and brown melted in perfectly with the pallor of the sand, and where it was positioned the wind would not be able to reveal its presence. It was a small individual, still carrying the lankiness of a yearling and with the youthful arrogance that seemed to infect the brains of all teenagers. He had left his mother only a season ago, and now with the cooler weather the feline had made his way down from the mountainous regions, lured by the unfamiliar scents that surrounded the beach.
Piercing golden eyes now followed the path of the winged mare with intense interest as she passed between his location and the sea. Large paws kneaded the sand as the inexperienced hunter collected his legs beneath himself. The long, thick tail swished intensely from side to side, then grew still. He focused, concentrated, eyes narrowing as he gathered all his strength and waited for just the right moment... The shrill cry of a seagull distracted him for a moment and made him sit up somewhat as it flew by. Then he remembered what he was doing and without a second thought the predator lunged forth from his hidden spot. Teeth bared and claws stretched out, he charged right towards the unsuspecting horse from the side, hoping to trap her between himself and the sea.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-01-2012, 04:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2012, 06:48 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
Fear, panic and distress do not grip her quite so suddenly as one might expect; instead, there was shock, adrenaline quickly shooting through her veins. Her long, peppered face jerked abruptly into the air; slender nape hoisted erect between her shoulders; every muscle tightened and held tense beneath her thick, roaned hide. The feline's predatory screech had elicited some ancient response of fight or flight within her, and it would appear as though it was too late to assume the latter: to flee.
[ ooc ; Sorry for the shortness of this. My posts will get longer as this continues. <3 ]
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The cougar quickly closes the distance between them in swift bounds. Sand scatters around his feet and whirl up into the breeze, light and flighty in the warm weather. Once the young feline find himself at a two strides distance from the startled prey he gathers the hind legs beneath the slender body and leaps up toward her. The front paws stretch out and try to grab her around the base of the neck, the left paw attempting to dig the claws into the horses pectorals while the other lifts to grab around the whithers. Sharp canines snap hungrily at her, hoping to bury deep into the flesh of her neck; it is an awkward angle, but might still cause long gashes of skin to rip open should the youngster manage with the charge.
Even though the weight of the large cat is not as great as that of the pegasus', it might still throw her out of balance should he crash into her side with the accumulated force added by motion. It is however not planned by the youthful cat, who is too absorbed by the adrenaline that pumps through his veins to think at all; simply acting on instinct, his attack is accompanied by a feral snarl that the cougar consider to be mighty impressive.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-01-2012, 06:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2012, 12:07 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
A fierce, shrill whinny eluded her lips, a declaration of the swivet that suddenly overcame her mind. Tapered claws sunk into the thick, warm fibers of her flesh, the beast's whetted daggers piercing and separating the skin with sickening ease. Thick, crimson beads of fluid arrived at the surface of the lesions; a long series of gashes prevailing across her nape where the creature's claws had failed to initially grab hold. It succeeded upon another attempt, however, it's sharp, aptly pointed incisors gnawing at the sensitive tissue.
Her mind swirled with the thought of the life that grew within her womb. If she were to lose her child due to this, as some result of the trauma or stress, or perhaps the amount of blood loss - if such a thing was even possible - she would never forgive herself. She'd be damned if she was to allow this thing to kill her. It was not about to claim her life, let alone the life of her foal, who was just as much Azzuen's flesh and blood as it was her own.
Below the surface the jugular pulsed incoherently, protected by layers of sarcoid roughages, though it was there, none the less. The feline's proximity to the artery was unsettling, inspiring even further fear to swell within her bosom. In a fit of rebellion she trashed wildly, snorting with rage and anxiety all the while. The whites of her cyan eyes were clearly visible as they strained to focus upon the predator that clung to her imperatively. Her left wing fought against the creature, striving to unfurl as the other appendage had. A group of downy plumes had become detached from the base of the appendage, careening downward as an ensemble of cerise striations marred her side from the withers to the bulges of her ribs.
Her wings unfurled, she leapt into the air, absolved from the bonds of gravity by a few feet until her fore-hooves reconnected with the sand below, producing an aureate spray. Why had she not flown away, you ask? The pain was potent, the nerves screaming with ache. The mountain lion had revived an old affliction: her broken wing. The helplessness she felt in accordance with this realization egressed upon her as violently as a bullet taken to the cranium - or so the analogy seemed fitting to her. That she was anchored upon the loorien, barred from utilizing the natural gifts that had been endowed upon her from birth only drastically narrowed her chance of survival.
She had managed to rid the cougar from her bodice, but she knew this ordeal was far from over. A desperate carnivore would be hard pressed to back down against what it had deigned as suitable prey - this she was aware. The mere fact she had been esteemed as another being's food was somewhat daunting, but such a thing mattered little at the present moment. What mattered now was defending herself; making it out of there alive. Even though it was placed at a slightly more vulnerable position, beneath a much larger animals hammering, sheathed feet, it still posed a great threat to her life and the fetus.
With laborious breaths, her hooves lashed out with what she hoped was fatal precision. With a useless flight appendage, hanging there limp and useless, blood trickling from her assemblage of wounds, she could do little more than fight for her life.
She found herself pleading inwardly to the stars. If only the sun did not reign, then.
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Thrilled by his own success the mountain lion held on to the larger beast, his claws digging deep into the flesh of the mare and causing blood to ooze out over his paws. The scent urges him on, he tries to cling on to her neck; the wild thrashing makes him sway violently where he hangs, while the powerful hind legs reach up beneath her, attempting to slash with large claws on the underside of her belly. Should he manage her insides might split open and thus assure his victory; no one could go very far with their intestines spilling out over the pristine beach.
The air is cool, the weather splendid and warm, but the young male takes no notice. He is too occupied by the fact that his pray is managing to shake herself loose. The grip of the claws began to slip; he growls in discontent as her wing breaks free from beneath him. The jerk as she takes to the air shakes him off entirely and he falls down, landing elegantly on all fours, unscathed albeit a bit confused. How did she do that? Birds flew out of reach, but she didn't look like any bird the feline had ever seen. He was pleased to note that she didn't fly far however; her impact on the ground somewhat in front of him gave him new courage, and boosted the launch of the second charge.
He hadn't counted on the attack. When he saw the kick come towards him he was at first surprised, and then instincts kicked in to save his life. The cat shied to the right, howling in pain as a hard hoof smacked right into the front of the left shoulder. The pain shot down through the leg, angering the young predator even further; he leaped once again, lifting himself from the ground not unlike the mare had done, this time attempting to latch on to the large muscle that made up her buttock. He cared not for the threat of the powerful legs, he was hungry and in pain and wanted this horse to go down, so that he could stake all the fires that burned beneath the thick golden pelt.
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No, no... NO! The young stallion charged forth into the fray with the young cougar. Aaron had been taking a stroll, thinking over the changes in the Foothills and to clear his young mind with the cougar's call inturpted his thoughts. It was then he saw the cougar running forward and attacking. His hind quaters bunched and he sprang into action. No way he was going to allow a cougar to harm another. Let alone the fact it was a mare. He could care less if she was equine or not. She was still someone's mother, daughter or sister. Maybe even had a mate.
He lunged forward, front hooves aiming for the ribs of the cougar and his teeth bared in pure anger. His eyes were dark, almost black showing the anger he felt inside with his ears laced back. Nothing would harm this mare, not while the dual colored stallion was there. The smell of blood seemed to ne thick in the air. Of course this worried the stallion, but first this big cat needed to DIE
| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-01-2012, 07:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2012, 08:02 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
What defeat she felt. Had her wing not been broken in the first place that traumatic day in the desert of the Dragon's Throat, she would not still be trapped in this position, combating a talented, powerful, predatory animal. Unluckily for him, though, a horse was equipped with powerful haunches, a prime weapon against such animals as this and alluded with a strength perhaps not evident until a blow is finally dealt.
Maybe it had known this by some primal instinct, but it insisted on leaping toward her backside regardless, albeit obliquely. This hadn't prevented her from pivoting to the left, her aft legs aimed for the creature's chest, a fair contrivance of force allocated with the attack. She was confident if it were to connect he might be dissuaded from pursuing her farther, but then again feral animals were hard to predict and reasonably cunning. If it were to land upon her back or rump, that was a different story. She dreaded that idea.
Her attack met nothing but thin air. She had kicked too late.
It was then that a stallion appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. All relief she felt was short lived as the cougar managed to gain purchase upon her back, her greatest fear materialized.
Bucking and flailing around much like a hooked marlin, she desperately sought to rid it from her body, just as she had done before. She then did the last thing she knew to do, just in case he had not yet been dislodged: roll, crush the beast beneath her weight. She paid little heed to the equine, which she highly doubted he would be too offended by.
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It wasn't included in his calculation that she would move, that she would do anything but succumb to his predatory supremacy. But she did, and as the rump of the mare swayed to the left and lashed out towards the place where she thought he might be, the distance between him and his target increased. Desperate to reach her the young lion stretched, feeling the paws make contact with her warm skin, dampened from the strain and the fear. His body smacked into hers with a force that made the air wheeze out of his lungs, and by some miracle he managed to hang on to her back, hanging halfway down the lower right side of the mare rather than over her flank, just behind the feathered wing.
It wasn't a good place to be. Clawed hind feet pawed against her leg and the ground and her belly, trying to find support to strengthen the grip. As she began to buck he felt the grip loosen up once more, his body was flung from side to side like a sand-colored rag, and with the pain of the weakened left leg eating away at his strength the cougar soon let go, landing into the sand and at once gathering for a new leap, a third try...
He didn't see the stallion arrive. He was taken completely off guard as the two-colored equine charged at him and smacked him with the full force of both hooves directly into the right side of the ribcage. The motion transferred to the young cat and sent it flying back several strides in a cascade of loose sand, hollering and wheezing at the sensation of something snapping within. Bruises formed beneath the skin, it panted for air and tried to come to terms with what had happened and scramble to the feet at the same time. Now there were two of the horses. Two opponents, both strong and healthy, alert of his presence. He was injured. The shoulder ached with a possible fracture on the bone, and a rib had most likely snapped. Hesitation began to dawn in the eyes of the large feline, and as he stared at the grazers with angry eyes he hissed, baring the sharp teeth and hitting the air in their direction. Maybe if he could scare the newcomer away, maybe the mare was more injured than he had thought...
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HE DID IT!!! The cougar went flying back as the motion kept Aaron slamming forward. He dug his hind legs into the sand to stop, mane and tail flying about as he snorted. Eyes lightened slightly before turning a dark black. The young stallion wanted revenge. How dare the young cougar attack this mare. The smell of blood was so strong now he worried he had been to late. But he would make sure soon enough. He focused intently on the big cat, willing his magic to work. He wanted to see the cougar who dared to try and make a meal out of a large being suffer. He wanted to make the young cougar think he was on fire. It was the first time the young knight used his magic out of such anger and rage. The very same magic that the God of the Sun had gifted him with.
His ears flickered back listening for any sound of the pegasus mare. Meanwhile he willed his magic to burn the cat, not kill it, just burn it as a reminder that they may be grazers.... but they were stronger than they looked.
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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old |
| Phantom |
09-01-2012, 09:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2012, 09:59 AM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
How thankful she was for this stallion to arrive. Had he not, who knows what might've happened to her. She was injured, like a bird with a broken wing - almost literally. The bone was obviously snapped - an old wound reintroduced. Even stimulated with a significant dose of adrenaline, she could feel it in the back of her mind, like a clarion cry uttered through the vast, chiseled slabs of a ravine - diminished to a mere echoing whisper.
Adrenaline, her body's natural defense against pain, had managed to effectively numb her nerves a bit. Meanwhile, thick, encrimsoned fluid oozed slowly from her afflictions, creeping down her roaned form like some sort of internal lava, the source burning with a dilute fire. Her wounds seemed to weep, but it wasn't her primary concern.
Ever present in her thoughts was her child, as was understandable for a pregnant mare. Could a loss of blood affect the fetus? She was not extremely far in her pregnancy, her flanks just barely evidencing her current physical state. The concern was veiled behind a facade of concentration and anger. Snorting and thrusting her head upward violently, her forelegs followed suit by lifting modestly off the ground, a response to the creature's threatening claws as they swatted toward her. And once parallel with the earth once again, the mistress bowed her head and pawed fiercely toward the feline, not necessarily aiming to hit it; instead, threaten it, convince it that it was outnumbered, outmatched.
The last thing she wanted to do was kill it. It seemed wrong to punish in animal in such a way, when it was only doing what nature had designed it to do. In a parallel fashion, however, she knew she was not about to serve as this animal's lunch. Could such a fierce predator possess the capacity to reason? These things seemed to plague her thoughts.
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The horses weren't intimidated by his waving paw, and the hesitation within the feline grew. Should he feel insulted, disappointed, or even a little frightened? He hissed, pain keeping him from charging in and hunger stopping him from turning around. He lingered, hesitated, looked between the two grazers. Then it was as if though the flames of a wildfire had enveloped him. He had seen fire burn in the forest before, knew of the orange burning tongues that painted everything black that it touched. He understood the searing heat that burned its skin; it made the lion scream from terror and pain, suddenly writhing and turning to make it stop, get the imagined fire away so that it wouldn't hurt anymore. It was a horrible sound that pierced through skin and bone, struck notes on the very core of the soul; it wasn't a sound easily forgotten, one that might haunt soft hearted beings during lonely nights.
In its wild attempts to flee this nightmarish situation, where a simple hunt had turned dangerous and frightening, the cougar slipped out of reach of the winged mares attack. Her hooves fell down like rocks from a cliff and landed just before the lion, tossing sand up high in the air. It recoiled, all but blinded by its pain, and with a final longing thought to the meal that could have been the young creature spun around and ran.
Burned, bones broken and fearing for its life, it was highly unlikely that it would dare to attempt horse meat for dinner one more time. That, or the young mind would begin to plan, healing and waiting for a chance to exact revenge on the feathered mare...
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09-02-2012, 10:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-04-2012, 02:25 PM by Cassiopeia.)
trust your heart if the
seas catch fire
Fire, it seemed to have aerosolized from nothingness, consuming the cat in a swathe of igneous plumes and devouring radiation - or, that's how she imagined it. Brows furrowed in momentary confusion, she shifted her gaze to Aaron, then, who seemed to be focusing on something. Magic. A brief, ironic trace of guilt reared its head within her gut, for it was not out of hatred or frivolousness that this creature had attacked them, but instead out of pure necessity: to sate its bristling hunger. It was simply nature's way.
Not that she was particularly fond of being mistaken for another creature's dinner, but she also knew that nature was always balanced. Simply because horses possessed the ability to reason, and they were perhaps the dominant species in Loorien, it did not mean that the tables would never turn, and one or two of their kind would occasionally find themselves parceled in a similar scenario. Still, it would be foolish and void of any sense to allow a carnivore to succeed in its efforts, of course, and it would appear as though Aaron's magic had been enough to 'dissuade' him attacking again. And yet, the fire continued.
"Stop." She insisted, albeit quietly. The creature was writhing, pleading in the most horrifying of notes for the pain to come to an end. Aaron's heart was in the right place, this she knew, but she felt some frail need to oust a portion of its agony. The Gods had created this being, just as they had created Cassiopeia and the equine standing beside her. Something spoke to her; some internal voice of reason which convinced her that continuing to fuel the searing flames was somehow against the Gods. Karma, she supposed.
However, it had not been superfluous. The lion was gone, fleeing desperately from the pain that had been induced upon it, and for that, she thought, she was thankful. She was certain it had learned that horses were formidable foe.
She watched it indifferently. Neither had emerged unscathed. The cat fled with a gaping limp - likely due to a broken bone - as well as burns allocated by the licking courses of an unseeable, visually imperceptible flame. Cassiopeia had also been dealt her fair share of injuries. As the adrenaline began to null, its effects suddenly void upon the contusions and lacerations that marred her body, she began to ache. She arced her neck around to observe the damage, her eyes catching a glimpse of the afflictions on her barrel and the collapsed conformations of her wing. A group of feathers were now gone as it hung out from her side - useless.
She sighed shakily, her heart still skittering within her chest, and solemnly lowered her head as she fought to regain the usual recurrence of her breath.
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(ooc: Hope you don't mind me jumping in :) Tor is an 'old-age' healer with no healing powers, but she's heading towards the Veins of the Gods to ask for true magic.)
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a mare who is forever wandering, bound by nothing but her mind
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Tor approached the two equines, ears pricked, eyes gentle and seeking. The mare was a mildly pretty thing, perhaps not beautiful with her clumsy movements, but you could see in her eyes she was a gentle soul, with no wish to harm others, even if she sought something in return for her services. Of course, in case you were wondering, her service is healing. Although she was currently travelling to the Veins of the God to ask for the true power, she could help realign and stop bleeding using old-age practices; moss and salt water taking up the majority. Alongside this, sometimes the gray tobiano could manage to make a clumsy splint bound with vines. Obviously, the pegasus was in pain- Tor could make out the cloying blood along her badly aligned wing, and the distress the mare must be in.
"Hello?" Tor took several steps closer, ignoring the young equine stallion. "I'm a healer. I may be able to help you." Her practiced eye ran over the injured mare's wing. Salt water, a handy thing, would help clean out the wound, if not very painful. A good clean creek would be most useful afterwards. The misaligned bones made the healer suspect a broken one in the wing. Moss, if held to the wound, would help to stop the bleeding. The slate-gray mare, patched white, dropped her head and sniffed the wound. The salty tang of blood was most prominent, but she could smell a touch of wild cat. Lynx? No, cougar. If only I could actually heal! Tor cursed to herself. But her offered help was sure to be better than nothing for the poor creature.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
Word Count: ??? (too lazy to check)
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The word's of the fem was the only thing to get through to the young stallion. He watched as the big cat fled, no burns visible. Oh how he loved his illuion magic. He then turned, his eyes relaxing back down to a warm chocolate color and a look of concern. He looked her over slightly before speaking "How's your wing?" There was just something about the wing that just did not look right. He was glad that they both had made it out almost in one piece.
It was the voice of another who made him turn. He was startled at first as she just moved right on in and began to look at the pegasus's injuies. He felt bad that he had not arrived sooner, but at least he was some help and that young cougar had been taught a lesson that he would not soon forget.
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09-10-2012, 07:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2012, 07:35 AM by Ázzuen.)
He hated this feeling.
It was deep, unsettling sense of foreboding. It rattled his very spine, shook his resolve, tested his nerves. The General scoured the borders of his lands, but it was not the borders he so meticulously patrolled that were in trouble. It was Something deeper, something more, heartfelt.
It was unusual for him to abandon his patrol. But with a harsh, short word thrown at a fellow warrior, that was just what he did. He flew, north, and west, hard and fast. He needed to find her. The ache in his heart was screaming at him, propelling him forward, faster, faster.
Not fast enough.
A loud, thunderous call echoed across the beach, as the stallion saw the remnants of what had been happening. And amongst it all, he saw the rounding frame of his beloved, the beautiful starbreather whom had stolen his heart. "Cass!" his call was desperately made as he landed roughly onto the sand, his limbs scrambling like a newborn colts to find purchase and push him onwards. Certainly not the smoothest of transitions from flight to land-roaming, but effective in delivering him to the scene nonetheless.
Two others were nearby, equine, he saw. One mentioned healing, the other asking a question that also plagued Azzuen. Her wing! He groaned with sympathetic grief at her plight, not even hesitating now to extend his magic out to her. "I'm going to numb the pain Cass, but you'll still feel pressure where it is sore." His deep voice rumbled, barely acknowledging the others as the stallion for once remained calm in a situation that usually sent him into a panic. He was growing wiser in his ways, slowly but surely.
With some concentration he focussed his magic on her, throwing it over her entire bodice, finding the trillions of electrical stimulations that triggered painful sensations and simply, shutting them off. It was so simple for him, with his affinity for electricity, like his brother. It was a magic he had been born with, a magic he was proud could aid others, especially in times like these.
"Your wing, my dear. I don’t think Onni will hear my call from here." Abruptly, the stallion turned his crown to fish around his own wing, extracting from the great mass of feathers a strong, well-built spear with a fine, silver arrowhead. He looked at the mare who claimed herself a healer. "If this will help secure her wing so that she might make the journey home, please use it." He looked at the young colt also present, and saw a goodness within him. He sighed a small sigh, before nodding to the buck who had been here when he himself had not.
"Thank you for your aid, young soldier. The Throat could use one like yourself."
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