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SWP :: What's mine is mine (Part II)
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09-07-2015, 08:15 PM
Team Goddess Lace hurries over to help and protect @Nyx and sends up a second sun, making it explode higher up in the air, hoping that the scattering fire will weaken several wolves. Mentions Tandavi, Cathun and Nyx.  ♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira ♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent The Store | The Warden
09-07-2015, 08:27 PM
09-08-2015, 07:22 AM
TEAM MOON GODDESS & CONTEST WINNER His dragon uses frost breath on one of the wolves to try and freeze it solid, then Volterra tries to erupt another earth spike under it to try and shatter it. Kicks out with his hindlegs at another wolf.  [ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
09-08-2015, 08:56 AM
TEAM MOONY With her eyes shut due to the burning acid, she uses Dominus' eyes to see, and tries to rear and slam her hooves down on a wolf whilst Dominus tries to hold its back end down with his claws and teeth. Lace mentioned.  Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
09-08-2015, 09:10 AM
stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted. filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night. The exotic maiden relished in masterpiece she had carved. Blood dripped from her horns as he gazed upon the beautiful, clean cut she had caused. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Around her the drums of war were resonating, hooves stomping to the cadence it provided. It was pure chaos. Disgust and contempt tasted like bile in her mouth as she marked how many would dare to betray their Goddess. "Traitors." Mere moments after she had mumbled this single word to herself pain shot through her haunches. What a coincidence. A traitor had managed to catch her by surprise, his wicked horn jaggedly cutting into her thigh. The woman of ethereal grace turned on him. Before she could attack - before she could punish his actions - another horse swept in. Beautiful crystals left her temporary enchanted but she quickly shook her head and tore her eyes away from the stallion. The wolf was on the ground. Unfortunately, satisfaction was cut short as the beast began to separate. Severed limbs and intestines came together to create wolf shaped, mutant creatures. A shiver ran along her spine. For a second the lady found herself frozen. She came from such a divine world. To see such taint was repulsive. She had to cleanse these lands of those who wished to dirty its soil with their diseased paws. Like a pale ghost she darted across the battle field. A fluid gait brought her to one of the demon spawns. Wary of the acid they possessed she turned so that her backside was facing the creature. As quickly as she could she tried to buck at the wolf, hoping to catch it before it left. Pain from her injury seared her thigh, causing her to wince from the burning sensation. Bloody traitor. If he ever crossed her path again she would make him regret staining her spotless coat. "Talk?" mentions: ode and crystarius TEAM MOON GODDESS! Runs up to one of the mutant spawns, spins 180 degrees to protect her eyes from any potential splatter, and bucks at the creature.
09-08-2015, 10:20 AM
Team These Wolves Are Scary aka Moon Goddess  Wishlist - Plots Force/violence is allowed to be used on Rikyn permitted it does not permanently maim or kill him (PM me!).
MOONIE |
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Ilaria :: Red Panda :: Heal Brit |
09-08-2015, 08:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2015, 08:34 PM by Cera.
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I give it all for you
I am Ceraaaa |
CERA HAS SWITCHED TEAMS TO TEAM GODDESS
- Slams into Ranjiri, bruising his left wing and scraping his knees on the ground
- Yells an apology at the Goddess (fat lot of good that does, dork)
- Tries to herd Ranjiri out of those fighting the Goddess/near her
- Tries to look for @Maren because of her fog magic
- Runs across the battlefield, finds @Gaucho and leaps into the air to try and break the mini-wolf's spine nearest to Gaucho in hopes of protecting him
| Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 :: Immortal HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Dressy |
09-08-2015, 10:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2015, 10:20 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Your fears have just become all too real
He looked behind him to see that the little white filly was safe from harm thank the gods for that, But as he felt his thick horns rip and tear at the wolves flesh he could feel his own burning. The acid poured across his own body as he slipped out from under the heavy wolf just before it falls to the ground. His body burned and boiled opening up his onyx skin to reveal blood and the tissues under the soft black coat. He ignored the pain and trudged on, he would not let this get to him. No he would never let this shoot him down and he would never crash and burn. His heavy ebony body trudged away to see someone that was in worse condition than his own. She was a gray mare that was blinded, but still trying to attack. He trotted over the the mare that was rearing up and attempted to help or protect this mare in any way he could. A mini shadow wolf ran up to the demonic stag and tried to bite at his legs he reared up crashing down o the beast and then he looked back to the mare " I got your back, i am right here . I know you do not know me but at this point i am here to help you if you need it." He turned around and bucked at another wolf that was trying to attack the stag. His skin burned as the acid burned into his soft hide, he let a small grunt out, but quickly pulled it back together. Nox watched as the white tiger was attacking other wolves surrounding the mare. He figured that the tiger could help his other out, but whats a little extra help. Nox let his gray gaze meet the many others on the field as the burns sent shocks of pain through his body dropping him to his knees for a brief moment. He stood back up pinning his ears in anger snapping at any wolf trying to come close to the mare and himself. What was he going to do with shock waves of pain radiating through his body like this.... He looked up at the moon goddess she was not backing down one little bit and he grew from the inspiration watching the others run past him. His eyes were filled with nothing, they showed no emotion or pain from the fight. He was like a stone from the years of battles then he heard a voice cry out from the crowed. It was Tiamat she was trying to stop the madness, but she was unsuccessful with her efforts. He watched as the blue mare ran to gather herbs to heal anyone who was burned or struck by the beast. He smiled softly thinking of her, but then snapped back to reality. He was in the fight and now was not the time to zoom out. He tilted his large crown to the side stabbing any wolf that tried to attack his sides. His eyes kept gazing from the gray mare to the blue mare. He knew what he was doing was right, but it was upsetting one of the mares he actually cared for. He stood trapped on what to do, his mind told him one thing.. His heart told him another. He shook his head rearing up snapping at any horse that was trying to attack the goddess. As he landed back on his feet the acid cracked his skin sending him down on his knees again. He whipped his skull around trying to impale any creature that was trying to attack him as he attempted to stand up again. |
Team Goddess
Nox gets burned badly by the acid ,but he continued on to try to help @Nyx any way possible after he sees that something was clearly wrong. The pain of the acid strikes him down to his knees for a brief moment as he grunts in pain. He quickly gets back up aggravated snapping and attacking any wolf coming close to him. He sees @Tiamat upse about the fighting and stops for a moment to think before the wolves attack again. He then rears up trying to protect the goddess as much as he could before crashing down on his knees in severe pain from the burns.
Please tag Mortuus Nox in all posts
magic & permanent injury is permitted excluding death.
| Absent Abyss atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
| prissy |
09-08-2015, 11:49 PM
 e d e n if you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams, I think I might be totally lost
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Eden's attacking any all wolves that come her way by trying to stab them in the chest with her horn.
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please tag eden in all posts
| Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Filly :: Hybrid :: 14.2 :: 8 HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Chan |
Hooves smack into flesh and bone and it was a sickening sensation she remembered only too well. Sharp, hard hooves cut open the skin beneath the thick fur, and even as she beat her wings to stop the downward momentum Shadow felt her legs sting and burn as something red splattered up across them. Howling in pain she used the body of her child's enemy as a stepping stone and kicked off from it, back up into the air even as a white-hot orb of fire exploded nearby. The air was thick with magic by now, energies flying this way and that; she had a heck of a time dodging and avoiding it all as she worked her way higher into the sky, heart beating frantically in fear and reluctant excitement.
She hated battles. The path of the warrior was not hers, so why was it that she time and again ended up in situations that required such skills? Well, she had much too few of them, and her priorities were horribly skewed. Jewel-bright eyes scoured the ground below, not for more enemies but in search of a small, pale child with more courage than was good for her. Where was she, the child, the precious daughter who grew to become so different from her serious older brother? The silver to his steel, light in his darkness, naive innocence where he had known far too much. She flew this way and that, avoided magic and splattering blood as best she could, bit back tears of pain and distress...
There! Small, frail, jousted back and forth by bigger and less considerate fighters. Others were accompanying her, it seemed; the pretty gold-stained girl Erthë had been talking to before, and a stallion of unknown name and character. Relief flooded the heart of the Blackbird, she made to lower herself further through the air to land by the girl.
But before she reached the ground, something happened with the wolf. She had been vaguely aware that it had staggered and collapsed beneath the brutal weight of defenders, and thought it finished, that the battle was over. But instead of dying the thing multiplied, like a last, horrible spawning of sickly, twisted miniature versions of itself. These things were a lot faster than their origin, and Shadow realized that they were a hundred times more dangerous because of it. A cry tore from her lips as she once again folded the wings and dived, this time aiming to swoop down and knock one of the hell-spawns off its feet by slamming herself into its misshapen side.
All the time she kept shooting glances towards Erthë, ready to abandon her own fight and assist the girl in a heartbeat, should she need it.
But a part of her was aching with pride over the daughter, how she fought just as bravely as many of the adults around her. She was far too young of course, but perhaps it was a little warrior that hid within that frail, diminutive body?
Future would have to tell, and Shadow was determined to make sure that the girl would get all the time she needed to grow into whatever she was meant to become. For that, too, was what mothers were all about.
shadow
Team Moon
Shadow flies up in the air again to find her daughter. Seeing that she is quite alright she focus on the new wolves and dive down in an arch, hoping to slam into one of the spawns from the side to knock it over. Ready to hurry over and protect Erthë if needed.
Mentions Rexanna and Mortuus Nox in passing.
HP: 42Healed
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Filly :: Hybrid :: 14,2 hh :: 3 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Chan |
09-09-2015, 02:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2015, 02:35 AM by Erthë.
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I'm like a prayer you whisper from your window to the world
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She ran across the battlefield, heart ablaze and cheeks lined with falling tears. Fear was a part of her at times like these, it seemed, but though she wanted to scream in fright as shadows and monsters were alive around her, it was not fear that carried her forward this time. It was anger, and sadness, and a small but budding core hope that the Goddess would notice her and approve of what she did. The child didn't even know why she wanted this. She had no notion of gods and what they were for, she was not raised to faith and worship of others. Maybe she wanted the fair Lady to smile instead of frown angrily, or perhaps she just wanted an excuse to talk to her.
Whatever it was, the blatant and overt attacks against the Moon made her both sad and confused. Why were they so angry, couldn't they see that she was helping them? Did she not fight the Wolf that had said he wanted to take all of them? They should all stop being rude and throw their magic and their angry voices at the Wolf instead! Like Erthë did.
She felt Rexanna follow after her and nearly smiled in happy relief. Somewhere above she could hear Mother's voice, but didn't have time to look for her; still she felt bolstered in her intent, safer now that she knew Shadow was nearby.
Just like the last time, there were those who tried to stop her from fighting. Why? Was it because she was smaller than them? Did they not think that she could do anything, that she was bad at it and would get in the way? Oh, she would prove them wrong! With a defiant shake of her head she tried to avoid Mortuus Nox but wasn't quick enough. The shove pushed her off course and rather than stabbing into the paw of the big bad Wolf, her makeshift dagger buried into one of the shadow clones instead. All around her people were screaming and kicking, jumping, running and leaping, a wolf disappeared here, and there, and over there too, but the child didn't make the connection between her action and the subsequent reaction. Instead she felt aching, hollow disappointment and glared angrily at the stallion that had ruined her attack, a tear-stained face of misery and affront.
But there was no time to shout blaming words at anyone. Mist was creeping across the battlefield and muffled the sights, sounds and the flashing lights of explosion and lightning. It made it hard to see what was going on, but Erthë thought she sensed a lull in the battle, a movement forward as the main adversary collapsed and howled in pain. The sound would haunt her for years to come, plague her dreams and pursue her at night. It bolstered the fear in her heart to new levels, and in a new desperation the child looked around wildly, desperate for the sight of anyone she knew.
The familiar tiger-striped figure of Maren was moving not far away. A ways off the big, dangerous looking Volterra fought bravely together with the amazing red dragon that had protected her before. In another direction she spotted Rikyn, he seemed to be hurrying off somewhere... But in the end it was towards the sand-colored Kalona with cloud colored mane and the Moon Goddess the child set course, attracted by her radiant charisma that to Erthë seemed safe, comforting and strong rather than dark or ominous. Was she not the moon, distant but bright, a light in the dark? Was she not the mother of the four winds, that Shadow kept talking about and swearing by every now and then? Whatever reason the others had to be angry at the goddess meant nothing to the child, who still knew nothing of the pain of loss or the comfort one felt in pushing blame on someone else.
She had nearly reached the group around the moon when the crumpling body of the Wolf God suddenly heaved and bubbled, transformed and split apart. The filly threw one look over her shoulder and couldn't withhold the scream of fright as she saw the horrible, misshapen effigies come bounding, attacking everything within sight. Her legs worked harder to carry her forward and she began beating the small, useless wings as if it would make her move quicker. But she was not fast, and the black, acidic creatures were on her heels before she had gotten to safety behind her most recent idol.
One of the monsters set its sights for her and Erthë screamed again, terrified at the sight of the slobbering, oozing figure. It seemed to absorb the light around it, so black was the patchy, tufted coat. Everywhere shards of bone and coiling, pulsating intestines poked through the skin and the stench of it was like a hundred rotting bodies, like festering wounds and old blood and searing acid. The part that formed the head reached out for her, tried to sink it's shattered teeth into her flesh. Horror washed over her in waves, hot and cold and hot again, smothered thoughts and paralyzed the brain so she couldn't think. Instinct took over and it was that which made her move the tail like a whip, so that the bamboo splinter was sent flying towards the open maw of the beast.
The child heaved herself forward in a last ditch effort to escape. And she prayed even as she tumbled forward towards the ground, for the first time in her short life. That the Moon might protect her. That she might take away her fear, grant the strength to endure all these horrors.
She was so close now, could nearly smell the cosmic being. If gods did smell - it would probably be of something really fresh and sweet and unforgettable. Just like the Goddess herself.
Team Moon Goddess - Contest Winner
Runs toward the Goddess when the new wave of wolves attack. One comes after her and she throws the bamboo splinter towards its open mouth. Prays to the Moon for strength and courage.
Mentions; Shadow, Rexanna, Mortuus Nox, Maren, Rikyn, Volterra, Kalona and the Moon Goddess.
@Random Event
~| Use of magic and violence is always permitted |~
~| Please only tag in opening posts |~
| Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5 |
| Gelding :: Equine :: 15'2hh :: 10 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Snow |
09-09-2015, 07:20 AM
Amongst the chaos, a mare speaks to me. She is about the same size as me, with a tri-coloured coat and large, curved horns. Her stride is an awkward, limping trot that immediately bids my eyes to flicker down to her legs, hunting for wounds. Her voice, when she speaks, is a sound as beautiful as birdsong; if I was a stallion, no doubt I would be drooling and attempting to mount her right now, because that is what stallions tend to do, right? As I am not, and can only appreciate her beauty on a level different to entire males, I am not as distracted by her appearance as I am by her quivering lips and fluttering eyelids. Bless her! My heart melts, and I immediately begin sorting through my array of herbs.
"My name is Badger," I say - first things first. My voice is kind, soft, the voice of a doctor. "What's yours?" I flicker my warm brown eyes to hers for a moment. "You've landed in a place known as Helovia. This particular land is as new to me as it is to you, but something similar happened in a different land a little while ago - I believe you and several of your kind have been dragged here from somewhere far, far away." 'Another world' does not come into it, as I don't believe in such things. "Now, tell me where it hurts, and I'll try my best to help you. I am a healer of one of the herds here." I beam at her, still keeping up my cheery disposition even in the face of insurmountable odds and many, many injuries.
It is quite by chance that I cast my gaze towards the battle, noting that the giant wolf has fallen. Thinking the fight is over, I sag with relief, until the corpse breaks apart and becomes an army of mini-demon-wolves. Horror ghosts across my face and I subconsciously scan the crowd for injuries, for anybody who needs healing before the battle continues in earnest...and I see Erthë, bravely thrusting a bamboo dagger towards one of the wolves, before tumbling to the ground. "Erthë!" I bellow. Her mother seems preoccupied fighting, and I know not if anybody else will come to help her.
With a quick nod to Esk, I throw down a couple of painkilling herbs at her feet, hoping she'll take the cue to eat them - I don't even have time to speak. I am not a warrior, and I am not brave; my legs carry me without my permission towards the battle, towards the little filly I helped bring into the world, who is like a niece and a daughter combined to me. I am a coward, but that little girl cannot be expected to do this alone. I cannot stand by and see her killed. A sort of numbness encases me as the adrenaline surges, as I break into a heavy gallop to reach her in time. I dodge wolves, my eyes rolling back into my head with my abject terror, my tail hooked high over my back to prevent it being snagged on any beast that may try to eat me.
I quake with fear as I reach the filly, as I desperately use my nose to try and nudge her to her feet like her mother did when she was a newborn. I shield her with my body, and as I hear slavering wolf-breaths behind me and smell the stench of zombie dog, I kick my hindlegs out a couple of times, hoping to smash into any of the beasts that come towards us. Shit, I'm terrified, my flesh flapping and sweating and froth beading around my mouth, but I have to protect Erthë.
TEAM MOONY/PROTECT ERTHE
Speaks to @Esk and gives her herbs, then runs to @Erthë to try and nudge her up off the ground and protect her from any wolves, kicking backwards at any wolves behind him.
| World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK |
| Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare |
09-09-2015, 01:33 PM
ELSA IS TEAM MOON, SHE TRIES TO THRUST A SPIKE SHAPED ICE SCULPTURE AT ONE OF THE WOLVES.
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Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Well the shit certainly did break loose. All around are clashes. Horses running, jumping, screeching, and bleeding. All the while all she had managed to do was create an stupid and useless ice wall. Even the horses had taken to beating each other up. Some jumped on others while they were busy defending the goddess, and then more horses were attacking those horses. It was battle-inception.
Then before she knew it, the creature was dead. There was an odd stillness as it fell rotting to the ground. The mixture of magic seemed to permeate out of gasses that were still fermenting in the air. Then suddenly, the body began to spasm and change. It seemed to tear itself apart, forming more distorted wolves. They seemed to be frankenstiens from the original body, and once they were formed, they jumped into action.
More clashing occurred. Numerous unicorns began thrashing and punching horns into wolves. There were so many unfamiliar faces that it made her nauseous. The world seemed to spin and she tumbled back a few steps from severe anxiety. Her breaths became ragged, and everyone seemed to be disappearing before her eyes. She could see movement in the ground, but could not longer make out the shapes of horses. It was like they all were disappearing. With the last bit of her energy, Elsa stumbled forward, shooting a spike-shaped object from the ground in the direction of one of the wolves.
This chaos needed to stop. All it would do is tear apart Helovia limb by limb.
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 hh :: 6 Years HP: 77 | Buff: BULK |
| Tinek :: Royal Silver Dragon :: Frost Breath & Shock Breath Tamme |
09-09-2015, 01:40 PM
Very suddenly, she looked down and saw her own hooves, magic being torn away in an instant. She held her breath, knowing that the Goddess controlled this particular power, and she prayed even harder that her magic would work against the lavender demon. Her heart hammered in her chest, fearing the future. She was not afraid to die. Not once had she ever come to the doors of her demise with regret, but now? She had something... someone... to live for.
With every ounce of faith I give, I still feel it all coming undone |
CONTEST WINNER
Reluctantly Team-MG (she ain't no dummy)
Ophelia aims to spear the wolves with her horn and then tries to rear up and smash another one...
@Torleik
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
Please tag me in every response!
| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Kirchoff :: Common Hellhound :: Superspeed Tamme |
09-09-2015, 02:11 PM
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It was strange. One moment, he had thrown a mechanical scorpion on a deer, and the next moment, he felt his heart grow heavy in his chest. Biologically, he knew that was impossible. Logically, he knew that there was no way his heart could gain mass, but it did. Mists surrounded him, and he looked out over the battlefield with shattered, bronze eyes. Something was happening, and he couldn't explain it in his soul. There were no words for the pride and pain he felt as he witnessed this destruction and listened to his cousin give him accolades for helping Ophelia. His woman... Even that sounded strange to his ears. Ulrik shook his head roughly, sending wild hair and a beard flying around his face. That seemed to knock whatever it was loose, and he returned to feeling like his normal, hardened self. Brows furrowed, he looked back at Ophelia. Was that her? He narrowed his gaze slightly before nodding toward Torleik. "Yeah, no problem," he grunted, deep voice rumbling with power. "I am going to go find my son. Watch her. She's..." he looked at Ophelia, and the word that came to mind was 'weird, hardass bitch', but he refrained. "She's ah... angry." Angry female? That was definitely his cue to leave. Ulrik scanned the crowds, shoving without thought or care toward Rikyn. He watched with anger as he saw his boy knocked over, and the Engineer snarled, running on long, towering legs, guarding his boy as he got up. The wolf burst into a bunch of the smaller ones, though they didn't seem any less lethal. His gaze then turned to his boy, assessing the damage and hoping that he was strong enough to continue. Then, he gave his son a wry smile, winking one a bronze eye with thick, dark lashes. "Lets show 'em what it means to mess with our family," he rumbled, a wild, mad grin curving his lips. Ulrik recklessly threw himself at a wolf, a berserker's battle strategy, not caring about his own body or state of health. Being tall, he didn't use his horn so much as he scrambled about with his hooves, trying to stop on a few of them while kicking out at others. Well... this was fun... It was about the only family oriented activity he could think of, honestly. Any time spent with Rikyn was time well spent, even it was killing a god in all out war. |
TEAM MOON GOD
Ulrik goes to Rikyn and then tries to stop and kick the wolves :D
@Rikyn @Torleik
(Please tag me in every post)
| Absent Abyss |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.0 hh :: 10 |
| Tamme |
09-09-2015, 02:43 PM
Dvorak felt his horns collide with the wolf's leg, sending painful shudders and shockwaves of force through his spine; it was exquisite. He was in a rage, nothing but pulsing, red fog and fury guiding his actions, and he praised the blood that fell, worshipped the battle, and sang for the destruction. Solid hooves carried him, and his tail flashed behind him, white stripes thick and full along his sides as evidence of his current, psychotic state. There was joy in this release, unlike in any other facet of his life, and he reveled in the fight.
Keen eyes snapped around, but just as he looked up, a massive paw came crashing down on his body. He slid out from under himself, sliding on the now muddy ground as his face was smashed into the dirty. Angrily, his neck ticked, a little jumping blood vessel as he burned through the pain and waited to get up. His entire right side was coated in grime, and he curled his lips back into a snarl. Angrily, he shook out his coat, suppressing a groan at the pain that began to clench at his muscles. He was not giving up this easily. This was not going to end this way.
He looked for a new angle, and that was when his eyes fell on Tatiana. Черт! (Damn!) Of all the stupid things, the princess had to get herself into this mess? Vory watched with horror as the wolf shoved her out of the way, and he did not hesitate to run to her aide, violence and anger consuming the honeyed gold of his wild eyes. "VHAT ARE YOU THINKING, TANYA?! LET ME DO JOB TO PROTECT YOU, YEH?" he snarled. "Oхуел? (the fuck?)" With a snort he turned sharply and ran headlong back into the battle with no thought to his own injuries.
Then, the wolf burst into more of them, and he grunted. "Okay, fine. Stay wit me." He muttered to Tatiana, lowering his neck to hit at the wolves like a battering ram. He kept a watchful eye on her, determined to do his job to the best of his ability - even if she was a silly princess who had no idea what she was getting in to...
TEAM MOON GOD
Tries to hit the wolves with his horns
@Tatiana
| World's Edge Glazier atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5 |
| Stallion :: Tribrid :: 16.3hh :: 7 years old HP: 76 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Lucius :: Royal Zephyr :: Roc & Lyra :: Common Kitsune :: Dreams Sarah |
09-09-2015, 10:16 PM
Fight the darkness, It lives inside your heart, It's not your fault my dear son, It is simply your past. *as a reminder, Mesec has shifted into a black and silver warg/wolf creature (reference) Mesec? Are… are you okay? The words are heard, and on some level they are even understood, but the trembling form of the monster does not care. That voice, those words, grit against its mind as though they were dragging up the memories from something it did not want to worry about just yet. The consciousness further down, pushed by the might of the monster in its birth, twists towards the voice and wants to move closer to it but the monster doesn’t allow for any movement. Not yet. Not while it is so new. As it rose, silver eyes - still his eyes - blink and - though they first fixate on a golden stallion (Thranduil) near by, they soon turn over to the flaxen mare (Najya), a wicked growl choking out of the newly formed vocal cords. It deepened as it grew in length until finally, it was punctuated by an awkward lunge - muscles still quaking with their new strength - one clawed paw reaching out to strike her against her shoulder.
But before more could be done, before it could act on instincts that felt inherently wrong - these teeth were made to tear into flesh but the mind revolted away at the thought of eating it - a flood of violet came into the world. The presence of the mother soothed the monster, the black and silver mass turning away from Najya and toward the goddess. It ignored the cries of the nearby zephyr, the annoying tug at its brain as though it were connected to someone other than her. But the monster was only calmer, not completely calmed - its pulse and breathing still raced as silver eyes roamed the crowd, looking for a target. And it got some. The goddess and her mutated son did not get much time to stand together. Their foe broke into smaller pieces before them and the snarls came from deep within this monster. It recognized that these wolves were a danger to the goddess. Everyone was a danger to the goddess.
It began to crouch, the growling intensifying as another came near to the goddess - sharp teeth lashing out as a warning to the unicorn (Kalona) to keep a respectful distance. Silver and black fur bristled, standing on end, as the small wolves begin to move through the crowd. It was wary of those around the goddess, the desire to tear into their flesh to keep them away strong but these wolves - unlike him and dripping with acid - posed a different threat. It was going to have to deal with them all, eventually.
So the monster moved - uncertain at first, indecisive. The desire to protect the Goddess seemed important, but the little abominations that looked like the monster but weren’t. One little abomination was paler than the rest, collapsing near the hooves of the goddess and effectively distracting the monster. Erthe, the filly, was getting too close. It moved toward her, snarling and snapping and trying to scare her away - too close! Stay away! Everyone needed to stay away from the goddess.
A pair of the mutant wolves were coming closer so it abandoned the child and leapt toward them instead - silent now. There was no warning for these creatures, it would give them no chance for them to get away. With claw and teeth, the monster strikes at them - trying to tear apart their feeble bodies with silver claws, ignorant of the danger their acidic blood might cause. Mesec
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table by Frostie
Team Chaos/Moon Goddess
monster!Mesec considers attacking @Thranduil but, upon hearing her voice, takes a swipe at @Najya before getting distracted by the presence of the Goddess.
Lucius is screaming bloody murder trying to get his bonded's attention
Mesec attempts to land a bite on @Kalona as a warning to stay away from the Goddess
attempts to chase @Erthë away from the Goddess, snarling and snapping at her
gets distracted by a pair of mutant wolves before -actually- trying to bite Erthë, lunges at them and uses teeth and claw to try and tear them apartoh look there's a big wolf-looking creature running around WONDER WHAT SIDE IT'S ON ;) ;)
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| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Alice :: Royal Hellhound :: Acid Brit |
Hotaru
Her heart is a torn canvas as she and Alice stand on their hilltop, and her breath is caught in her throat as her magic tears free of her in stuttering gasps that do no good. Magic that the Goddess had a hand in giving her, magic that had helped her save Nymeria from the cougar and had kept Shadow from harassing her people. Who am I to try and understand her? It is a quiet thought, for though her heart agonizes over the loss of her parents...what if they had brought it upon themselves somehow? She is flawed and mortal, and she wants answers so badly that her throat burns with bile and her stomach churns. But how can she blame and hate so readily when those answers are not there for her to read? And she may find disgust in herself for her cowardly actions, for not following right behind Ophelia and Ktulu. But...the Goddess had been her cradle and her idol since Hotaru was a filly. She'd snuck into the Edge lands in hopes of somehow meeting her - childish dreams, but ones that had held meaning even as she'd grown older. She'd been granted everything she'd deigned to ask her Goddess for...surely she must have a reason for possessing Gaucho and bidding him to kill her parents? Hotaru's stance is shaky at best even before her magic goes wild and useless, and she flounders and buckles momentarily beneath the staggering force of the turbulence. And then, when her heart is shuddering in her chest with indecision, she's given her answer. It's a literal divine message, for a firm wind sweeps beneath her, controlled and caressing her in turn as she's steadied on her hooves. Time seems to slow as she turns her eyes to the Goddess, sees the frown on the beautiful celestial's face, the eyes that are locked on her. Cradled as she had always hoped to be in the power of her Goddess. Do you care for me? She agonizes pitifully inside her own head in a moment of profound weakness. Reassurance she would never have sought aloud, if only because she and the Goddess were cut from the same cloth in their personalities. But in that moment she wonders, she despairs, because she is so hurt but she loves so fiercely. Hotaru lets the winds bolster her in body and spirit, and as her hooves find the earth once more, her eyes harden and she finds her purpose once more. Answers will come later. This is my sign. For you, my goddess. She has finally settled her soul. It's a temporary fix, and she still feels as if her marrow is displaced and her skin too tight. But she's not at risk at flying apart anymore. And she and Alice charge into the fray towards the new mutants that have formed in their mental absence from the battlefield. Her eyes linger on her Goddess, until eyes find a flash of gold that registers in her subconscious before she can even think about it. Her heart stops, against her control as she watches him shove Mirabella away from the Goddess. It's a protective move, one she'd recognize anywhere for how often she's done it to her girls. And as Megaera descends upon him, she reacts on an entirely emotional level, legs shifting as if thinking about following him down the battlefield. He just protected her daughter. There's nothing more profound that he could do to secure himself inside her heart, and her hooves dance towards Thranduil before she can even think. And her throat convulses around his name as she watches the Dragon's Throat Sultana charge for his weapon, watches as his body is shrouded by the writhing colors of canvases before her. "THRANDUIL!" It rises unbidden from her tongue, adrenaline wiping higher thinking from her brain as she and Alice run for him, her heart in her throat because she can't see him. And that weapon is gleaming in Megaera's grasp and she doesn't know why she's so afraid but she's running for him as fast as her legs can take her, you can't die on me you bastard! Hotaru's brain is nothingness, solid fear that Meg will take revenge for Thranduil's attempts, whatever they were. And as a demonic hound that is no wolf-mutant but something just as ravenous sets its eyes on the Laurelin, her fear amplifies and she is screaming denials in her head, praying for a turn of events. Out of nowhere a slobbering beast darts in front of her, nearly spinning her off her hooves. Temporarily distracted, and with a threat far nearer, she spins and drops her short stature low to try and stab her horn forcefully into the jugular of the wolf. Alice is right beside her, acid dripping off her jaws just like the other wolf, lunging for its soft belly and flank. However this ends, all she can think about is getting to Thranduil and Mirabella. Kicking his ass for worrying her, and praying that he makes it through alive. There's no time to wonder why she cares or why she's so frightened for him, the breakdown will come later. Gritting her teeth she lunges after the monstrous demon, her Goddess' faith and Mirabella's safety due to Thranduil bolstering her. WE WILL NOT LOSE!  |
TEAM GODDESS
Contest Winner
Is steadied by the Goddess' winds, sees Thranduil shove Mirabella to safety and watches Meg rip his polearm away. Runs towards the three of them shouting Thran's name, but a wolf cuts in front of her path and she tries to dip low and stab her horn into its jugular, Alice hoping to bite at its underbelly with her acid bite.
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