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call for a doctor! [ d'Art, Xira ]

Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
Deceased
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
Whit
#1
The General waited on the borders of his land, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. So many times had his fellow members, particularly the little green informant, Xira, had tried to steal those of the Edge. It was note-worthy, he thought, being a stallion ranked not necessarily because of his brains, that he was able to succeed where those whose rank described they use their power of thoughts were only met with disappointment.

Was he feeling a bit smug? Yes, one could say that.

"Come here, little Moon Doctor." He beckoned to the wind, knowing full well that the laws of Helovia could not deny him his prize for now. A small frown did crinkle his 'brow, however. Time for action was approaching, and he would be needed elsewhere.

"Hmm. Xira!" He called within his lands. The little informant had recently succeeded in capturing a member from the Foothills, for reasons that were beyond Azzuen's grasp - he'd give her another prisoner to look after. Wings shifted atop his back, the dark feathers ruffling in the autumn breeze.

The General waited.

Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
#2


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       It was Kye who dove down at the sound of the roan's name. The two had been flying overhead by chance, but Xira's senses were either dull or purposefully drowning out the sounds of anything but the wind around her. She had thought too much as of late- first when encountering Andash, and then when facing her captive. Jackal was a curious sort, she supposed that was what had drawn her to him in the very beginning. As much as she loved the chaos her thievery had caused, however, she wondered if her actions had benefited anyone in the long run. Had she not stolen from an ally, one that was soon liable to fight in an invasion of a common enemy?

When she followed Kye's abrupt change in course and saw Azzuen coming into view, she faltered. What would the general say- would he chastise her for her actions, inform her that she was no more than a burden to the herd that she had recently taken up to calling 'her own'? Not that she felt a deep connection with the land, it was simply where she resided. And those that were a part of it were every bit as uninteresting as the desert tumbleweed. It was only on occasion that one would find a rattlesnake; this was such a time.

She landed gently beside him and allowed for her cream colored hooves to embed themselves in sand. Just as he called for the moon doctor, she came to the realization that the sudden disappearance of D'Artagnan from the World's Edge territory had been due to her general. She felt a surprised sense of respect for him- one she had never thought she would feel. As Azzuen's lips parted to speak her name, far more loudly than was necessary, Xira took a few steps forward so as to appear in his line of sight and then spoke herself.

"You called, general? the petite roan queried, her tail flicking against the few flies that still insisted on clinging to her hide. Her deep eyes bore into his expression, and they were soon joined by the negative expression of Kye as the falcon landed between her withers.

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#3

Bastard.

d'Artagnan eyed the winged form of Azzuen with pure hatred in his eyes. How could he let this idiotic General capture him?! The Doctor found that he was becoming more annoyed at himself than anything else, at a time when tension was rising he would not be able to defend the Edge from attack. No healer to save them; what a worthless being he was. All he could do now was try and take advantage of being inside enemy territory. d'Artagnan knew he couldn't count on being rescued and if he had to escape himself, he'd better start looking for a way out.

The words Azzuen spoke sent a sneer onto his maw and thoughts turned to how wonderful it would be to taste the arrogant General's blood. To feel his life draining away and his remains scattered across the floor. What a lovely image it was and for a few brief moments it made him blissfully happy. Or what if something was accidentally slipped into his crop of grass and he writhed in pain. Slow and agonizing until the reaper claimed him. d'Artagnan rolled his eyes in insane ecstasy. So many ways to kill a pegasus. So many.

These thoughts were short lived however as another rather small pegasus appeared. d'Artagnan surmised this one must be the one his captor called, the one named Xira. The Doctor let his oculars slide to hers, tilting his head and wondered if this mere yip of a mare was meant to keep him prisoner. Surely Azzuen wasn't serious?! He gave the mossy femme a morbid like smile before turning back to the blue dolt.

"The Throat doesn't get any taller I see... Is there a height restriction here or something?" Although the question was like one of d'Artagnan's normal little grumpy quips, this time his vocals were dangerous. Not bothering to hide his own rage.


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Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
Deceased
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
Whit
#4
The little informant seemed to take special pleasure in sneaking up to the General, a quality which he found slightly exasperating, but was at least grateful to be in the same herd as her - he was more than willing to admit that he would be loathe to have her as an enemy. Azzuen respected those who earned their ranks through the speed of their thoughts as opposed to the simple speed at which they could land physical blows upon an opponent. He jumped on the spot slightly as Xira made her appearance known, a rough smile etched upon his lips.

"Indeed, Xira, I have a task for you." He began, but was interrupted by the arrival of the Nightshade. The malevolence and loathing was evident in the Doctor, but Azzuen paid it little heed - he was General, in his own lands, with a prisoner won by his own methods.

"Xira, I am charging you with the task of minding our prisoner here. He shouldn't cause you too much worry." He amused himself with thoughts of d'Artagnan attempting to escape, and being constantly blocked by an invisible barrier - the barrier being the chameleon-like mare Xira, of course. The idea of turning invisible was highly appealing to Azzuen, however, and he thought it might give them a bit more extra security against any escape attempts. One could not escape lands if they could not see the way out now, could they?

Calling upon his magic, Azzuen focussed upon the stallion. His eyes whirled a dangerous plethora of colours, and a cruel grin, not often seen, tilted his lips. With a snort, Azzuen let his magic reach out to the stallion before him, and stole away the reactions to the nerve receptors that would normally allow the Doctor to see. It would be instant, one second he would see the light, the next, nothing. Azzuen remembered testing it out on himself, and his brother, numerous times when growing up, learning about his personal magic. It was fortunate for Azzuen that the effects only lasted a day or two, longer or shorter if he decided to remove it himself. Eventually the nerves would learn to see themselves again.

"I have fixed our guest's sight, Xira. Be sure to be a good guide to him." It was a security measure, more than anything. Though maybe the stallion did have some yearnings to pay some niggling annoyances back to d'Art, as the Doctor's visit to the Throat previously had been less than pleasant. A sharp look was cast to the mare now, if she even thought about questioning his ruling, he would not have hesitated in showing her the full extent of his magic either.

"I am due on patrol. Call if you need me, Xira. D'Artagnon." With a nod to the mare, and even one to the unicorn - though the doctor could hardly see - Azzuen unfurled his wings once more, and took to the skies with a powerful leap. He would be sure to keep a close eye on both of the creatures he was leaving behind.


Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
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      Surprise- that was the first emotion she became aware of feeling when the General instead offered her praise. Whether or not it was direct or even intentional was a matter for debate, but as far as Xira concerned, his emotion was valid and all for her. She felt pride, and for once, she was glad she was a part of the herd. There was a warm sensation of being cared for that she rarely experienced, even if it was only present in a subtle comment.

After all, she had been charged with the task of keeping an eye on a rather esteemed prisoner- was this not a compliment of the highest degree? For a burgeoning informant such as herself, she could have hoped for nothing grander. To solidify the importance of the task, D'Artagnan had been hand delivered to her by Azzuen. He prepared to leave and she found herself not wanting him to go. She wanted him to say more kind things, to assure her that she was the best for the job. From her perch, Kye whistled in a low sign of disapproval.

But Xira paid the falcon no mind- she simply watched with fascination as Azzuen stole away D'Artagnan's sight and then swiftly took flight, leaving little trace of his presence. Were it not for the unicorn now standing beside her, she would not have felt that he had ever been there at all. Slowly she turned to face D'art, a faint smile drifting across her features. She made a twisted face and contorted her features into silly images. She stuck out her tongue, mouthed countless curses and flicked her ears at the rude prisoner. Calling her small... as far as he was concerned, she was a fucking mountain in comparison to him. She was in control of the situation, what was he? Well, now he was blind- what, she wondered, would he have to say about that? "Would you like to give you the grand tour, or- Oh, that's right..." she said wickedly, knowing exactly what she wanted to say and exactly how to say it. She urged her bird to take action, and dutifully Kye swept up her wings and took aim towards the stallion. She flew with precision and reached out with a hungry beak and open talons; ready to find purchase, to claw and tease the blind prisoner.

Yes, they were going to have quite a lot of fun together.

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364
Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi
#6

The sun went out. Light had gone. d'Artagnan went utterly still.

Am I... Dead?
No.

His mind whirled at all the possibilities, his breathing accelerating in panic a little more before zoning in on the voices around him.

"I have fixed our guest's sight, Xira. Be sure to be a good guide to him."
Bastard.

Now it all fit. So this impure General had magic going for him did he? d'Artagnan found it quite impressive and excruciatingly annoying. So much for spying on Throat territory. He was now completely reliant on this Xira child to direct him and Azzuen, who had subsequently disappeared on patrol, knew it. Still, the Doctor found the General naive to leave him in the hands of a girl. Scent, hearing and touch. Why not take those away as well? d'Art gave a short snort as his brain began to hurt from the loss of his eyes. His mind still thinking he could use them and the confusion of not being able to was causing stress. d'Artagnan would just have to count on his other senses and see if this magic would wear away.

Slowly, the Nightshade tested the ground beneath him. Hard and rocky, moisture deprived. If he followed this mare and remembered each surface and the smell, he should slowly begin to understand the lay of the land. That's if the land wasn't just made up of desert land. However, this would take immense concentration that d'Artagnan wasn't sure he possessed. The brute would also have to use his hearing to understand where he was going and being alert for danger. The blind Doctor gritted his teeth in anger as the sensation of losing himself stole over him.

NO!

He couldn't. If he wanted to escape he must remain sane, going berserk would only hinder him badly. It was made all the more harder as suddenly something sharp pierced into his fur and barraged him all over. It smelt and felt like a bird. So this child had a companion too. Small drops of blood began to mar his fur in places, pain erupting here and there.

His nose rippled in disgust and white teeth emerged from lips. "Oh. So the child has a chick. Don't get too close to my teeth pigeon, I can still smell you." He let his anger flow through each word, almost growling the last two at her.

Xira.

He stored the name away for another day. When he wasn't a captive. A tongue lolled out of his grey lips and roved around his maw. A smile replacing its wake as he thought of all the poisons at his disposal. Or should he just sever her wings and bowl her over the icy cliffs of the Edge, turning the tumulus sea a shade of red. He liked the colour red. It was a very satisfying colour.

"Beat me up all you want child. Pain comes easily to me." d'Artagnan was almost daring the mare to torture him. How far would she go? What was her conscience like? He smiled a sickly sweet smile. It didn't matter to the red brute, he would find her again one day. Revenge would be easy. Instead he now took two careful steps forward.

"Speak up porn of Azzuen! Where is this grand tour then?"


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Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
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      Apparently the doctor didn't have a sense of humor. She couldn't say she was terribly surprised, he hadn't seemed the sort to understand her jokes. Perhaps it was stupidity, or perhaps he'd managed to sit on one of his fellow's horns and gotten it stuck up there.

The thought brought a smile to her lips. She called Kye back to her side with a whistle, but the falcon was not satisfied until she dove upon his face once more. His words were drowned out by her falcon's cry, and she found herself not caring what the rest of his words were. She knew already that she wasn't going to give him the grand tour- she would have to be a fool. Even blind, one can remember more with the remaining senses than you would expect.

"You are my charge now, Doctor- do you understand?" the mare crooned slowly and mockingly, as if he would be too thick to understand her words were they said with any more speed or conviction. "This is no holiday for you- you will remain at my side for your time here, which will extend for as long as Azzuen wishes," she snorted contemptuously. She was no pawn to the general- she could say in any manner that his release was up to Azzuen, but she held the doctor in her grasp, and she was the one that could let him go.

She spoke quietly, perhaps just to defy him. She drew closer instead of further away, brushed his ears with her lips, whispered into them viciously. He tongue flitted out like a snake's, and she felt herself at once on the same, base level as the doctor. "You are nothing here, D'Artagnan," came the malicious hiss, "and you'll do well to remember that."

With that she took a few steps away and shifted her shoulders to allow for Kye to land safely and comfortably upon them. The cold of the surroundings kept her grounded, the land around her kept her sane and connected. There was nothing left for the doctor now.

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