Hoofbeats thundered through the Threshold, hooves digging into the frozen ground. From her face hung a rope bridle that the young dove had not yet tried to remove in her dash for freedom. Her mind was on one thing and one thing only... Putting as much distance between herself and the humans that had attacked her home village. They were supposed to be safe, to have no worries. Her master had been a kind and sweet boy, painting her as it was tradition. His hand prints in blue, red and green still covered her flanks and face. He had been so proud....
It had been as the Chief of the Village had said she was his and the boy was now a man that the attack began. Men with more horses that had strange things attached to them attacked. The sounds around her became chaos. As the boy had leaped to her back to join the fight a bang noise happened right at Naomi's head. A man in strange coverings held a strange thing that it seemed to of been aimed right at her boy.... In rage she leaped forward, teeth sinking into the man's arm and pulling him to the ground. It was only then she felt the warm liquid coating her belly. She turned to see her boy on the ground.. A red liquid, the same that now poured from the boy's body covered her belly as well. Gently she moved to his side, nosing him. He was dead, a bullet to the heart. Her eyes widened at the smell of death. It was then she took off running......
It had been the running that brought her here. Sweaty, paint and blood covered dappled grey coat. Part of her mane was matted as well. With the smell of death long gone she slowed before stopping. It seemed to be the middle of FrostFall here.... Even though in her own lands FrostFall had merely begun. She shivered gently, in shock and cold. Her mind of course still spinning. She needed a home, and a place to get cleaned up....
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 8 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 18.3 hh :: 10 years HP: 80 | Buff: SHIELD |
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Loretta :: Alaskan Malamute :: Time Slip
Time |
Last time he was in the Threshold a battle followed the invitation of sanctuary he offered. Despite this, Archibald was not bitter. Part of his duty to the Foothills was bringing in new members and he would not let his herd down. Mandrake had drilled the sense of duty into his mind from day one--Archibald was unshakably loyal. Therefore, with Loretta at his side, the warrior returned to the beginning of Helovia to search for new, unclaimed horses.
Frostfall was in full force now. Loretta, a dog built for the cold weather, was happy. Archibald watched her as he trotted, her red and white body springing up in the snow and pouncing down and yips rolling from her maw. She was good for him, teaching him what it was to love. Loretta cared not for the things Archibald did or what Mandrake commanded of him, she was merely bonded to what Archibald was. Not only did she love Archibald, she was protective and loyal and listened to his orders no matter what. Archibald knew it was hard for her, especially watching him fight Birch and him making her stay with Casimir during the invasion. He needed her to listen, though, for she was not ready for battle. She was too young, and Archibald would not risk harming her for his gain.
Upon entering the Threshold Archibald quickly caught sight of a gray figure. Mare, as the scent screamed. Lifting his chin the stertorous warrior advanced towards the mare. When at an appropriate distance Archibald stopped, ears pinning forward to catch any of her words. His golden eyes instantly locked on her's, Loretta's amber eyes following suite. "Hello, newcomer, I am Archibald. I reside in the Windtossed Foothills herd as a warrior--would you be interested in refuge?" Archibald lifted a questioning brow, noting the fatigue that was so easily inferred from her body.
It seemed her luck was changing, as the tired and cold fem was soon joined by a massive stallion.... and a dog. Honey colored eyes looked curiously at the pair before speaking. "I am Naomi, I indeed need refuge... As it seems FrostFall here is harsher than I am used to." Her body trembled in the cold, the blood now dried on her coat as well as the paint... "Is there a place in your Windtossed Foothills that a girl could uh... clean up?" She was rather embarressed by the state of her looks. The rope bridle still clung to her face. Clearly she was free, and such a thing would need to go before it caused her harm.
Her eyes looked to the pair, knowing she had to look like a hot mess. Slowly she stepped forward, ready to begin her new life as a wild one. Ready to clean the smell of blood off her dapple coat. The paint.... well that she did not mind. After all, it was the last trace she had of her boy... Her eyes held saddness for only a moment. There would be time to allow her emotions to have free rein later. For now, she needed a place to call home and clean up before facing anyone else.
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 8 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 18.3 hh :: 10 years HP: 80 | Buff: SHIELD |
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Loretta :: Alaskan Malamute :: Time Slip
Time |
Archibald was not surprised when the mare ran her eyes over him and his companion and was slightly baffled. They were an odd pair, for sure. Loretta was not a large malamute, but average for a bitch her age. Her deep chest and sturdy shoulders, however, were certainly powerful even in her youth. Archibald, however, was the opposite in the horse world. He was a massive warrior with pillar like legs and a thick, muscled body. He was a powerhouse and a terrible choice to dance with. Together, this pair was a match that only could be given by the Gods.
"The Foothills is certainly a refuge to you, then, because Frostfall barely impacts our territory. There are just a few ice patches." If it were possible for his features to stretch into a smile he surely would, but his muscles had no memory of the action. Instead he looked down on the mare in a stoic state. "In the heart of the territory a waterfall feeds a pool, that should suffice to remove your blemishes." The mare before him looked like hell, he would not deny that. She was in need for exactly what she desired and Archibald would willingly show her where to quench her body.
Archibald's ears twitched in thought, wondering what Mandrake thought of his new intensity and seriousness to the herd. Archibald had participated in a war that was not his own; it was only tied to him because of his rank in the Foothills. The Qian were their allies, and Archibald fought for them. He had not had time to take his mother's opinion on the matter, for she was sparse as of late. The times he had seen her she stuck only to her jaguar form and she was more angry than ever. He figured she was upset over Knox--he was a wanderer by nature and resembled so much of his father.
With a nod she listened as he spoke. If the lands he called home was warmer than this place she would accept. Then he spoke of a waterfall, she could clean herself up. Amber eyes looked to the huge knight before her. The size difference between them was great... and Naomi would need friends..... Her mind drifted to her friends back home.... Had any of them made it out? Would more of them fall just like her boy did? Mentally she shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind before answering the stallion before her "By all means, lead the way.... I am sure I look like a hot mess" She tried to joke at her own expense, not sure if it would work or not. Slowly she stepped closer to the draft and dog before her. She was ready to follow them home.
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 8 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 18.3 hh :: 10 years HP: 80 | Buff: SHIELD |
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Loretta :: Alaskan Malamute :: Time Slip
Time |
Nodding Archibald turned his body and motioned with his muzzle in the direction they would be traveling. "You are just in time, Naomi, as our herd is going to transition soon. We have nominated new horses, one of each species, to lead our herd. Our leader in term now, Paladin the Valiant, has set up the system." Archibald started walking in the direction of the herdlands, his regal head lowered in a relaxed manner.
"Even being new to the herd you can still have a voice, and it will matter." Archibald did not know why exactly he had mentioned that this mare's voice would matter, but he decided it was important for her to know. She looks dishevled, so put it nicely, and she surely needed to be reassured of something in life. Her attempt to bring a joke back on herself did not compute with Archibald and he let it roll off of his head without acknowledgement.
As they walked Loretta ran ahead of them, still finding so much enjoyment in the snow.
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