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ORANGEMOON :: Year Eight
 ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
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WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations! |
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09-09-2015, 10:52 PM
SOREN Run away with me, Lost souls and reverie, Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me
I do not feel the puncture of skin, the tear of flesh. My eyes flash open to find the wolf has avoided my attack, and instead my balance shifts and I stumble. As I go down I struggle to right myself, but that is harder said than done in the chaos. I catch myself, thankfully, but not without consequences. I hear a strange pop, and I feel pain lace up my front left leg. I have righted myself, but now of course I am useless. My leg is held up, tentative to set it down, knowing the pain of setting it down. But I needed to keep moving. This was war, and there where no breaks during the battle. So I take a deep breath and I move away. Suddenly there is a shuddering and I watch as the wolf is taken down... Only to multiply. A curse is uttered under my breath as I search frantically for my sisters. Ktulu has been tossed across the battle field, and I decide that she should be my next location. After all, If she where injured I could help her, and if not, maybe she would have my back. But then again, maybe not. I limp my way over to her, kicking out at the occasional wolf, until I am staring face to face with one. I don't know if I would make it. But, apparently I needed to get through this wolf first. I lunge at it, mouth bared open with pearly whites shining, going for the scruff of the wolf. If I could only get a hold of it, then I could kill it easily. And I say, Hey, hey hey hey, Living like we're renegades
Team Moony/Make it to Ktu On his way to his sister, he kicks out at a few wolves, however he is soon faced with a single wolf. He lunges at it, with his teeth wide open in an attempt to grab it by the scruff so that he can squash it or something. Mentions: @Ktulu
09-10-2015, 12:17 AM
Najya Oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea, like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me. Her attention was being pulled in a million different directions - to the goddess, to the wolf, to the creature that Mesec had become. It was overwhelming. Her eyes flickered anxiously between wolf and God and Mesec everything else demanding her attention - a lapse was just the sort of thing that could get her killed. The shadow wolves disappeared as the wolf-god contorted and bent - ripping apart from within and exploding into twisted multiples that scattered across the labyrinth. She should had been watching them…but she wasn't. She was watching as Mesec's gaze flickered from the golden stallion nearby back to her, and for the span of a single heartbeat she allowed herself to hope that perhaps her friend was still present. Perhaps he hadn't been lost to this shadow. And then the terrible sound burst from his throat and he lunged. She hadn't been ready for it - not completely. She staggered back as fire exploded in her shoulder as silver claws found their mark. "Mesec!" she shouted, pitifully…pleadingly, at a loss of what to do to bring her friend back. She had no magic. No innate or god-given ability to turn back time and prevent any of this from happening. She only had the present - this moment - so she would do what she could with this moment alone. She craned her neck to glance at her shoulder as Mesec was distracted away. The wound was superficial, but painful. Certainly something to be mindful of. The flaxen mare grit her teeth and looked away from the angry wound. Things appeared to be relatively in-hand (she assumed largely due to the Goddess' influence which seemed to calm Mesec), so she turned her attention to the wolves darting here and there. She tried to, at least, because she was distracted by another familiar sound. "Lucius!" she called over the clamor, hoping to get the young zephyr's attention. She gestured to her back, offering her withers as a place to rest since she knew the zephyr was still young and obviously distressed. She had no wings to shelter him - but she would try to keep him safe, even if she couldn't do the same for Mesec. Her shoulder burned as the wolves descended upon those gathered near the goddess, but she refused to stand and wait for them to find her…or the others. The little mare turned and charged the wolf nearest to her, mangled creature it was. Though her gait was unsteady, she did her best and when she neared the creature she slid to a halt and reared, hoping to crush the beast under her hooves. TEAM MOONY Gets scratched by MeanMonsterMesec, calls for Mesec's companion if he needs a place to rest, takes off after one of the mutant wolves and hopes to rear/smash one with her front hooves.  Please tag NAJYA in all replies. Force & magic are permitted, but please check before inflicting serious injury. Thank you! pixel base
09-10-2015, 01:30 AM
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It is out of the corner of her eye that the ocean mare notices a dark figure falling. With a quick snap of her head and the twirling of dark hair, white eyes look to see the familiar sight of her friend, Nox, collapsing to his knees. Her heart stops for a moment before it kick starts again—throbbing, twisting, hurting. She is sorrowed to see all the violence and hate that writhes and swells around her, grieving for their pain as anguished tears spring to her eyes. But to see someone she knows, a companion and comrade, a friend hurting so, it is nearly more than her fragile heart can bear. “Nox!” She desperately cries before slender legs thrust her body forward. Tiamat darts in between the bodies of both friend and foe, trying to avoid all manner of claws, teeth, hooves, and talons—her eyes wide and doe-like in her fear and unrest in this battle of blood and vengeance. Every fiber of her body tells her this is not right, but she can’t possibly shy away now. She is needed, and she will be there—for friend or foe, it doesn’t matter to her innocent mind, seeing only brother against brother in this ferocious clashing of bodies. Reaching the black stallion, she sees that he has been burned—seared flesh and burnt hair fills her nostrils with its awful stench, his grazed wounds glistening with both blood and muscle. “Nox!” She says again once she has reached him, voice quivering, wasting no time in tucking her head under his and urging him to his feet, “We need to get you out of here.” Using her body as a support should he need it, Tiamat guides him through the battle throes and towards the outskirts, where they will—Gods forbidding—be at less of a risk from danger. Having accomplished that much, the blue unicorn skirts their surroundings, searching for the stash of herbs she had collected in preparation for a time like this. Spotting it only feet away, she leaves the black stallion (hoping he can hold his own for a moment) and rushes to her meager heap. Her body trembles from the nerves of her unease, but she manages to find exactly what she needs fairly quickly; all-heal to fight any further infection, and a sprig of comfrey root to ease the pain. Mashing them into a paste with her teeth, she spreads it gently over the stallion’s wounds, trying her best to hold herself together, despite the violence that rages on. notes; TEAM GODDESS (technically, she doesn't officially take sides)
Seeing one of her friends (Mortuus Nox) fall from his wounds, Tiamat rushes into the violence of the battle. Reaching him, she aids him to his feet and encourages him to the outskirts, then finding herbs to make a paste to heal his burn wounds.
“Speech.”
And at last I see the light.
please tag Tia in all replies! magic & force are permitted.
09-10-2015, 03:00 AM
 Tags; Mentions, Meg, Gaucho, Ranjiri, and Ampere Words; 391 OOC; TEAM MOONY!!! Tries to stab a wold in the chest then tries to kick one in the skull. Anyone is welcome to attack him! You must be true to your heart..
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09-10-2015, 03:58 AM
Table by Alex ![[Image: 57c5195f31f1b_by_relibelli-db9li1z.png]](http://orig06.deviantart.net/bb9e/f/2017/138/7/1/57c5195f31f1b_by_relibelli-db9li1z.png) please tag Rohan in all replies! magic & force is permitted, excluding death or permanent injury.
09-10-2015, 06:14 AM
team anti-wolf * mentioned aithniel, mauja, rohan moves to help mauja after seeing him burned by aithniel, is intercepted by rohan fending off a mutant wolf  please tag enna in every post violence permitted barring permanent injury / death
09-10-2015, 12:51 PM
TEAM PROTECT MESEC/ANTI-RIFT GOD Aviya tries to slash at mutant wolves with her horn before she jumps in front of Mesec, trying to help bring him back into control of himself. 
09-10-2015, 07:54 PM
It was as if when the fog came, everything else left. Suddenly Ashamin could feel nothing and no one--Lochan was gone, the wolf and its shadows were gone, the goddess was gone. The collision with the mare, unfamiliar but taking no time to apologize or even really acknowledge him, only added further to the chaos. He felt his own heart beat electric and scared. That's what it was, really. Terror. He wasn't so brave as he wanted to be, he was just young and scared and battling every instinct to get the hell out of there. When that massive wolf fell, he felt first victory. And with that great landing the fog cleared just enough that he could see through it, make out figures he knew in the distance. Enna, Tiamat... TIAMAT! His thoughts screamed. He saw her reaching to aid Mortuus, the dark and curious stallion whom he'd helped find his path. A scourge, if Ashamin remembered correctly. But he didn't care about tat, he cared about her. He needed to help her. Under the weight of the bear god's mask he pulled himself up to run forward, realizing only as he recovered from the clash with the mare that his shoulder ached with the foreshadow of a bruise. He couldn't let it stop him. Somehow, the haruspex ran through the crowd. He tried to be swift, to weave through the chaos with the speed he knew he possessed but could no longer control. Somewhere in his mind he was aware that the fight had only just begun, and instinctively he managed to cowkick at one of the wolves as he ran. But he didn't see them, not really. He just ran, forward and blind, heart and shoulder aching, one one the other's bright red sleeve. "Tiamat!" he cried out, the name echoing with every hoofbeat. Ashamin needed to get to her. He had to get closer. To protect her. To do something right, for once. ""
ASHAMIN
TEAM GODDESSAshamin bumps into @Aviya. He manages to see through the fog and runs to protect @Tiamat, cowkicking at a mutant wolf as he runs.  See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items. All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury. Do not tag me, please message on skype instead 
TEAM MOON GODDESS Blood splatters on her face and chest, burning her. She's attacked by a demi-wolf and tries to stab it in the neck. 
09-10-2015, 08:12 PM
Your sweet memory
I can only call it ineffectuality. I don't know how many things you've tried to do and failed. I don't know anything about you. It's getting old to say that, don't you think? To just say it over and over, like some sort of... mantra, like... I don't know you, I don't know you I don't-- fuck... god, I shouldn't curse with you, should I? I guess you'd be old enough now, but I shouldn't set a poor example. I'm sorry, I'm just... Perhaps it could also have been described as impotence. But every attempt to distract and derail was met with failure. Though I managed to miraculously escape without so much as a scratch on my well carved bodice, I had no effect. It was wonderfully disheartening, like an affirmation of my uselessness in this place. I just didn't belong. But I suppose you don't have that problem, do you? Where you are, wherever you are... well, I guess you aren't alone. There's probably a lot of others, like you. Tell me about it someday, will you? I promise, there will be a someday. Just be patient, please. So there I stood, hopeless, in the middle of a battle belonging to a war I was not part of. I saw her again and I wanted to scream. That idiot mender, so clearly not long for such fighting, trying to make a difference. And I would have gone to protect her myself, gone again to drag her out of the danger, but the sandman himself did his best, instead. I can't describe exactly what came over me, then. Perhaps your brother has told you of how loathsome I found this creature to be when I first arrived in this strange land. But he protected her with such ferocity, perhaps even love, that I needed to do something. I guess I had to protect him. I had to save both of their youth, with whatever was left of my age. As if all my sensibility left me, I ran then in front of the pair of antlered and entangled souls. The wolf that ran towards us as a trio was menacing, a mutant mess, but I wasn't scared. I think I was beyond fear, perhaps. Maybe too old for it, maybe just too preoccupied. But I reared on aching old hooves and crashed down with two more, aiming directly for that abomination's back. And all I said was this: "Save yourselves, you idiots!" AHVELYN Team GoddessIN A SURPRISE TWIST Lyn runs to protect @Rohan and @Enna both, putting herself in between them and the wolf Rohan hopes to impale and rearing to strike down on the mutant wolf's spine. 
09-10-2015, 08:12 PM
archibald the dauntless
Of all things Archibald was certain of in life, it was that he will never love anyone like he loved Circe. This goddess-this demon--had taken her away. As his meaty shoulder collided with the lavender flesh of the deity a shiver of thrill, of some sort of pleasure, ran down his spine, and his mouth watered to taste her blood. Blunt teeth reach out from beneath his pale lips in an attempt to rip her skin, but a harsh black fog shoves him away from the goddess. The stallion grunted, and as he found his footing once again after being thrust away from the goddess, a sharp pain erupted across his back. The Dauntless let loose a wild scream of pain and rage, his body already trembling beneath his armor. Sharply, the behemoth rounds on his opponent. Pain stings his back but Archibald is fueled forward by his fury--a fury the fiery stallion had never felt before. Inside of his body his heart slammed against his chest, pounding the name into his ribcage.
Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe. Circe.
Molten gold eyes locked on the other stallion with a primal hunger for his death. Curling his armored neck, Archibald lowered his head and burst forward. The Dauntless swung his head up suddenly, attempting to slice and stab into the stallion's side and belly with the sharp spikes along his crest. As he does so, metal shod hooves strike out and dig with intention to crash and render the stallion's left knee useless. As he does so, with ringing pain in his back and blood staining the leather beneath his armor, Archibald released his bone to stone magic on the crying stallion before him. For attacking Archibald, this bastard would die. Who the fuck was this anyway!?
In all of her shared rage, Loretta was keenly aware of the presence of her sister as the midnight cur ran to her side. A small swell of pride burst through her anger like a ray of sunlight, and a flick of her ear towards Manhattan acknowledged her presence. However, as Loretta lunged forward, the mare's magic who she'd almost been tramped by seizes her. An electric bear ran straight through the malamute, and a high pitched yelp left her jaws. The bitch's body trembled and she stood motionless, paws digging into the soil to keep her at least standing. Small whines continued to spill from Loretta's jaws as she stood there, the electricity coursing through her body, until--after what seemed like an eternity--the dual colored girl raised her head. ARCHIBALD! Manhattan is here! Knox is here somewhere! She called over their bond, amber eyes opening painfully to look for her sister. With her body radiating with the aftershock of the magic, Loretta moved forward, barking for her packmate among the fray. As a mutant wolf past her, Loretta sprung towards it and attempted to bite at its jugular.
The Dauntless collected his weight and stopped when Loretta called over to him. Golden eyes found her among the fighters, going for a wolf, but his body tingled with the remnants of the pain she felt. Knox. Archibald turned away from his attacker, sending a cowkick towards him in the process. Golden eyes caught a glimpse of something on the stallion's head, and Archibald honed in on it. It was worn, and tattered, and--no. Knox would not attack his brother, not after he sought refuge in his herdland. Disbelief and rage and hurt mixed together and Archibald quickly backed up, hoping to stab the stallion with the spikes that lifted off the croup of his armor. Beneath, Archibald was sweating, bleeding, and breathing heavily, but his mind raced with one thought: kill the stallion, kill the goddess. TEAM CHAOS. CONTEST WINNER. Loretta attacks a WOLF. Archibald attempts to stab/slice KNOX/DOVEV with the spikes on the crest of his armor, and kick his left knee, then he turns and kicks at KNOX/DOVEV then tries to back up into him and stab him with the spikes coming from the croup of his armor.  I've been known for my hate, but I'm a dealer of simple choices; for me it's never too late. please tag me
09-10-2015, 08:43 PM
He and she, they both fall. She is screaming, her voice a yelp that rings out across the battlefield, her cry the painful mixture of victorious and half burned. He strikes and lands, feels his body twist under him and his heart fall into a vice. The pair of them are a mess covered in blood. They are injured and crying, reaching out for each other in a mass of pain, trying to find their only true companions in a battlefield. But aren't they too far, now? Won't they really be lost like this, forever? Somehow she, that dog, black night with the burns on her side, limps away. Her teeth hang with the flesh of a monster, and she blindly strikes out at the small mutants with shadows of fears--as if such beasts could even be scared of anything. She is aware of her sister, knows she should fight alongside her, but she is too far now. Chaos has separated them. She is utterly, completely, alone. And then there is her master, no longer himself, feeling cold and panicked all at once as he does damage. Perhaps he hadn't expected to make any purchase, perhaps he'd expected his brother's armor to deter all true damage. It is slipping, the mask he wears, and as he tries to stand on an injured pillar in desperation, he knows he must conceal himself. For a brief half a minute, his cloaking magic blankets him and his brother. They are alone in the sensation of being unseen--Knox is scrambling away from Archibald's violent reply. He can't, he can't, he can't face this. For a moment, his face changes. Those cold eyes flash the faintest blue, the steel scars turn to black and the heart tears open, only just first exposed to air. "Brother! Brother!" He is crying, calling it out into a silent void. No one else will hear. No one else will see. This will be his confession, his one last attempt to absolve himself. The eyes of a ghost appear, gold and hollow. The cheek is turned, and two red gashes reveal themselves beneath a flurry of torn black leather. "SAVE ME, ARCHUHBULD!" One moment, one desperate call, and then the world shatters open again. The figure returns to the dark killer, the cloak falls, and to all other observers the pair has simply left the world for a moment, returned exactly the same. Dovev is biting, reaching for the Dauntless' chest, and pulling himself up with reserved, wild strength. He kicks, he aims to kill. Even now, he must kill. His mind is wild, his thoughts torn in two as he tries to find his Hatta, tries to find his soul. Whatever this is, it's a war. ""
And I Will Laugh Until I'm Tired
image creditsI Will Battle With a Strange Desire KNOX & MANHATTAN are GODDESSISHManhattan tries to use terrorize on a mutant wolf as she limps away, but has poor control of it. Knox cloaks himself and @Archibald, shifts out of Dovev into himself and then Roanne, then shifts back and uncloaks, attacking Archibald as Dovev. Bites at Archibald's chest and then stands and kicks out. (Sorry it was hard to figure out what was plausible cause I can't take the damage yet cause IDK WHAT HAPPENS) 
09-10-2015, 10:43 PM
What the hell was even going on?! Archi was sitting there attacking the Moon Goddess and seeming to make almost no mark at all. And he was getting attacked by others, sustaining injuries that would only worsen (and hinder him more) if they weren't dealt with immediately. "Why? Why are we so STUPID?!" she hissed to Valiance.
Her body trembled a little, but she still moved forward. Her steps stretching out farther as the wolf-formed God falls to the ground. Aye. It was safe now, right? Good. She pulls on the Earth magic, calling out once in warning "ARCHIBALD!" and coats him in a layer of mud with the vines that sprouted from the ground. It would heal a little slower, but it would allow him more freedom of movement - or so she hoped. Of course, Archibald still needed to stop attacking the Moon Goddess if he wanted to live. She snorted, Valiance swooping down in front of her and giving a puff of smoke in warning. "Pay attention, dammit!" He screeched through the bond, causing her to jump a little. "The wolf. It changed! Not safe!" He warns as he takes back to the sky, sending a batch of fire down toward the wolf that had been attracted to Resplendence's trail of glitter. It was coming toward her fast as she bolted backwards - trying to get away from the fight, hoping that Valiance's fire had hit the target and distracted (if not burned or killed). Resplendence spins, shooting off to move behind the Moon Goddess - quivering in fear. The dragon bracelet reminding her of the days that she had put all of her faith in the Goddess of Darkness and Wind. "Save us, please…" she prays, too afraid to close her eyes. Her gaze lingers toward Archibald then, noticing him attacking another stag instead of the wolves. "DAMMIT ARCHIBALD! STOP ATTACKING THINGS THAT AREN'T THE WOLVES! IT'S NOT WORTH IT ANYMORE! WE CAN'T ALL DIE!" She shouts, fear radiating in her voice. She couldn't let her Falls members perish! That was her job - to keep them alive! She couldn't fail them! So, falling to a last resort, she focuses her energy on ARCHIBALD, humming an angry tune to direct his mood in a different direction. Hopefully, if he fell victim to her mood magic it would cause him to have his anger redirected at the spawning demon wolves (that she knew were going to eat her if they weren't killed) rather than the Moon Goddess and every other being on this damn planet. Now was not the time to put vendettas before the safety of everyone in general. She could only hope that the Moon Goddess wouldn't go after her since she healed Archibald after he had attacked her. But… he was more useful alive than dead… Resplendence
i don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand
Resplendence uses her rank magic to HEAL @ARCHIBALD. Valiance uses his fire magic to try and burn one of the DEMI-WOLVES that started to go after Resplendence. Resplendence runs to the area behind the Moon Goddess, in hopes that will give a barrier of sorts for her to heal without having to be attacked by whatever this wolf-god thing is. While behind the Moon Goddess, Resplendence uses her mood magic on ARCHIBALD to try and direct his anger toward the wolves.
Mood magic -- :: [ Magic: LightxDark | Able to create false emotions when she hums ] :: [ Restrictions | Emotions that are contrary to the character trait of the character are harder to create; lasts 20 seconds in battle. ]
09-10-2015, 10:52 PM
Team Protect Erthe  aud pixel!
09-10-2015, 11:54 PM
 He slammed into the back leg of the wolf with bruising force and find himself ricocheting back from the impact. Breath was short and his lungs unwilling to cooperate as the young colt fought to steady himself; the effect was not as grand as he would have liked. The wolf was still standing, his effort had only rocked it at best. And yet even as he straightened up the beast was barraged by attacks both physical and magical. The air was once again thick with otherworldly energies, and the pendant around his neck, the one remaining seal to safeguard his continued existence, kept humming and flickering in the faded light, protesting against the overwhelming forces that swirled around it. But Cathun couldn't bring himself to care about that. What did it matter if he lived or died when Ranjiri, poor sweet Ranjiri was not there to teach him what life was all about? Megaera had made it clear that she was gone and that it was his fault, and nothing he said or did could dispute the truth of that. An artisan had stayed while the warrior ran. It would haunt him until the end of his days. Blood splattered red-hot and crimson onto his legs and chest as he retreated to collect himself, but though it hurt the boy welcomed the ache. It eased the constricted feeling of his heart ever so slightly, made him throw the head in a wide, sweeping glance to see who it was that had sent the sizzling, burning liquids splattering. Nearby was the battle maiden who had screamed after him as he left the last battle (Nyx), her horn dyed red with the foul liquids. Not far away another mare - were they all as fierce and blood thirsty in this god-infested place? - had accomplished a similar feat, her cream and golden coat almost glowing amidst the swirling shadows (Rexanna). And there, shoving herself in between a sand-colored pegasus and a mare too beautiful to be made of flesh and blood, was... No. No, he was seeing things. Grief was driving him mad, he kept seeing her face everywhere, and in this chaotic sea of pain and blood.. how could she be? But it was. He could hear her voice over the din of the battlefield, clear and bright as a silver trumpet, though laced with pain and anger. "Ranjiri.... RANJIRI!!!" Cathun stopped thinking. Without pausing to think or reflect over the goddess or the crumbling wolf he began to run, pushing and shoving his way through the billowing battle. Horses and wolves kept getting in his way but he was blind to them, kicking, bucking and biting reflexively with only one goal in mind; to get to the beautiful, wonderfully familiar girl he had thought was dead. She stood out so strong and vivid in his mind against the backdrop of chaos and death, ushering or shielding a kid who seemed to have strayed onto the battlefield (Erthë); he wanted to stand there too, help her and protect her... A new kind of beast came darting at him, cutting across his path and for a moment obscuring the vision of his one and only friend (sorry Amaris). Rage exploded through his brain and drove off the numbness; he screamed and kicked furiously at the foolish monster that dared get in his way, and as he made to pulverize it beneath flaming hooves Cathun found that his vision was growing blurred. Tears did not belong here. Tears were for the weak, the dumb and the very young. And yet he cried, out of gratitude and relief and a blinding, heart-wrenching joy that she was alive. He hadn't killed her after all.
Cathun
The firebrand
Team Moon Realizes that Ranjiri is alive despite what Meg told him and tries to reach her across the battlefield. A wolf intercept him and Cathun tries to kill it by kicking and repeatedly stomping at it. Mentions; Nyx, Rexanna, Erthë, Ranjiri.  » Magic and Violence is permitted at all times » Please tag me!
09-11-2015, 12:02 AM
TEAM WTF [goddess I guess] Bucks at a shadow wolf. Passes by @Ranjiri and @Megaera with a trail of sparks which might touch them. While near Megaera uses her bond blocking magic to try and cut Alice off from @Hotaru. Hears @Aviya and @Najya shouting Mesec's name so she runs over with her sparks still in tow and possibly touching them. She attacks @Mesec wolf with a bite and a front-kneeing as she shouts at them to know where he is before realizing it herself. Stays to protect Mesec from harm.  Tag me only if starting a new thread. Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
09-11-2015, 12:06 AM
TEAM MOONY Slips, bruises his knees. Spies one of the smaller wolves, charges at it with his horn lowered. He thrusts his horn up near the wolf hoping to hit it in the chest. Following the upward motion of the thrust, he rears and attempts to smash his hooves down on the wolf.  Tagging is preferred
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09-11-2015, 12:17 AM
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