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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
Frostie |
A R A H
Had they ever looked death in the face and smiled? Arah had.
She had been almost silent during the journey from The Basin to The Edge. This self imposed silence was partly to do with the nerves that swirled in her stomach, the other was to remember her teachings. The Basin's General had been just her teacher, from one single spar she had learnt so much. While he had pretty much wiped the floor with her, she now knew how to carry her own weight. She was a proud warrior of The Basin, a sneaking spy as well. Only a fool would underestimate this small mare, her haunting eyes never missed anything. At midnight, with cloud cover, they moved in. Tonight she felt inspired, tonight she felt like she could set fire to water. There was a storm coming that their leaders couldn't predict. Tonight they would all flirt with death, only one herd would come out on top though. The world started to warm up around them, grains of sand started to brush past her coat or rub on her skin whenever a strong breeze blew. They were getting closer with every passion second. Another breeze ruffled her mane and tail, she had cropped them shorted for the battle, now both lightly swept the floor but didn't trail behind her.
A wall that wasn't quite finished loomed before them, if only they had started work on it sooner, then perhaps this war would not be possible. They crossed past the wall, Arah was now on high alert. Shadows clung to their bodies, silent hooves, quiet breaths. They did not dare to whisper to each other, Arah couldn't have found her voice even if she wanted to. This was her first war ever, her fist real fight where her life my end up on the line. War games that she played as a child seemed oh so silly now. How much blood would be split today? How much of that blood would be hers? Psyche nodded them forward, following her lead they crept slowly towards the probably sleeping herd. Arah's ears twitched to every sound, she brought her thoughts forward. Now was the time to truly prove herself to her family, now was the time for war.
Not being the kind of mare that backed down, Arah hid all of her emotions behind a expressionless warrior's mask. Not even her eyes portrayed her true emotions, with a small smile she glanced towards each member of her family one last time. She didn't know if she would see them alive again, of it she would be alive at the end of this. It was her own private goodbye to those who had made her so strong, her family who had helped her find who she truly was.
d'Artagnan's voice rang out causing Arah to chuckle. her mood lightened and a fire lit in her eyes. Believe it or not, this sweet, caring mare was a warrior. A bloody stubborn one as well. "Here we go.." She muttered to no one in particular. Which brave defender would she meet in battle tonight?
She would not fall, she would stand tall.
It felt like no one could beat her.
[Invasion Type: Traditional, SWP Applies.
Setting: Dragon's Throat borders, traveling toward center; midnight, cloudy.
Buffs: None
0 Words
0/4 Attacks
0/2 Magic + 0/1 Extra Magic Use (Herd Champions)
Arah awaits a defender.]
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And a sun set to lay away your day to day fears
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
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I had been standing by when the cantering babes came into our home, their faces sweaty—each covered in his or her own layer of dirt from travel. They were escorted by Shadow, a lady I hadn’t seen in weeks; now she miraculously appeared again. We wouldn’t get to greet each other, nor even share a smile. “The Edge,” they cried in broken words, their sonant’s accented with gasps and strained panic. “War!” My ears pricked forward in interest and every muscle grew tense out of shock. ‘War?’ I thought grimly. The Edge was under siege, calling for our aid. Kri and Sumati were nowhere to be seen. When it became apparent that neither was going to show; (at least for the task of passing out instructions.) I sent an armload of warriors to the battle in the North. ‘Aid in whatever way you can,’ I said to them.
A handful, including myself remained at home.
It was a lucky thing indeed that a good majority of warriors remained. A day or so passed, or perhaps it was a few hours (who could tell?). Their cries of vengeance rang loud and far. I saw them from the skies, one by one. Like army ants they came to our sands for blood, and it was hot blood they would receive. Fina flew beside me, her predator eyes sending me shots of those below through our mental bond, she was eager for horse meat today. ‘Go’, I whispered. She turned to me in confusion, pushing her wings fast to fly alongside my crown. “You must find our other allies…in the marsh.”
“No. I fight.” She hissed accusingly, and I scowled. There was no time for arguments. Borderline wanting to yell, I turned to look at my friend mid-flight, “Do as I say and sound the alarm!” Fina paused, looking at me with mixed emotions. One such being pain, she was fearful of leaving me alone. Urging this foolishness aside I added, “Call upon those that gave their word.” The sentence had a final note, no quarter needed to be given at this point. I sent her a visual of who she was supposed to grab. Finally, the proud bird caved in with a disgusted grunt like hiss. Before she sped off toward the marsh I gave her a feather. One of my golden ones, surely their leader would remember Throat’s General from our recent meeting.
Glassy orbs turned back to said battle, a serious frown flicked my lips into a downward spiral of knowing. They weren’t going to stop until we were either dead or fleeing. Others members of the clan had already entered the fray. I stayed aloft for a little while longer, taking a moment to think about Cera and Ktulu. About our little daughter and earth born son. One deep breath later and my target emerged from their glaze. Her alabaster body a beacon in the endless night. Wings began their half-mast fold, lowering the agent that controlled them. “Return to your home,” I yelled above the noise.
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| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
Frostie |
A R A H
The battle had begun all around the ivory doe, her companions met defenders. For a moment she was left unharmed and her stride was not challenged by a defender. Golden orbs watched the bloody fights begin, flesh hitting flesh with a sickening thud. Adverting her gaze to the sandy ground beneath her, Arah waited for one to call upon her. She required a distraction, something to keep her attention away from her herd mates getting injured. Yes, she knew that they had brought this upon themselves, they were invading The Throat. However every time she heard someone cry out in pain her heart leapt, panic flooded her wondering if it was someone she knew or even worse still, someone she loved. The defenders dropped out of the sky like rain droplets. Each one aimed at someone other than her, there were a few close calls but no one attacked the ivory doe that sneaked through the mash of bodies. She soon realised that she was hidden from view, no defender would be able to spot a lonesome mare in this tangle of bodies. If she wanted to meet a defender for herself, get lost in her own world of pain, she would have to escape the crowd.
Winding her way through the mass of bodies, she finally left the clash of war. Head spinning slightly at the sight of blood already, Arah turned her orbs to the sky. "Come and get me," a mutter escaped her lips. Waiting was frustrating her beyond belief! She had to control herself through, she could not let emotions control her actions. Deimos would be disappointed in her if she did. With eyes that hardly ever missed anything, Arah spotted the figure lowering themselves towards her. Was this the moment that she had been waiting for? His muscled body did not frighten her away, however she came to the realisation that she was probably about to take on a seasoned warrior. His golden tipped wings where strong, would she be able to stand against him? Would she have a choice? Yelling at her to return home just made Arah blink at him. Oh how she wished that she could, she didn't actually want to be in this sandy furnace, to her it was no better than a hell hole. No, Arah wanted to be back in The Basin, curled up in her cosy den watching the snow fall. Even more she would like to be sharing company with her friends, or indeed Crowley. However he was in this battle as well, she had not seen him for a while. Would they reunite after this?
"I'm sorry." Was it pity that filled her golden orbs? "I can't." With those few words the doe of the Basin knew that she had sealed her fate. She would not run and hide like a coward, no. This warrior would stand beside her family and fight with them. The line of right and wrong her been blurred now for so long, she no longer knew what was the lesser of two evils.
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0/2 Magic + 0/1 Extra Magic Use (Herd Champions)
Midas may attack first.
Love is why we fall down
And get back up again
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
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They came into our house, rudely unannounced; waving banners and their perky little cutlass around like complete fools. I didn’t really think that she would turn back; abandoning those unproductive orders that her superiors had given. A loyal soldier wouldn’t, a simpleton wouldn’t. I had asked though, but perhaps not nicely enough—maybe if the sentence had ended in, ‘please,’ she would turn haunches astern toward the snowy world from whence they came. Alas, we would never know what could have been.
“I can’t.” she cried, ‘pity’, I thought. All traces of clemency vanished. The stone cold chill set in, and like a black smog it engulfed my eyes, emotions, until I felt nothing but bitter resentment. I had already fallen a few feet from my original height while we were speaking; this put me in a perfect position to fall again. Tilting my fronthalf down in readiness, I couldn’t help but see the resemblance of this moment to one that occurred not so long ago. Memory flashed to another present, during another invasion; one with Apollo and Tharos. I had attempted a dive/swoop attack that had various degrees of success. Confident that this same tactic would work twice, I leaned further to put it into action. Ears slice back out of expected anger, and frost colored tail whipped in the wind against my painted hips.
The warmed muscles holding an unfurled position, retract in upon themselves. They closed off my feathers, preventing the thermal tempest easy access. I fall forward headfirst, fast, now that all resistance is gone. There would be no armor today and this saddens me—it hangs uselessly around my neck like an adorned choker. Nevertheless, I dive boldly for her ridged spine with planned calculation and morale. Adrenaline rushes in my veins and causes a brief wave of excitement from falling at such a height. There is just enough time to take quick note of important features. Dual antlers, a slightly large size—mostly granted by the length of torso and leg. There was little delay for my eyes to catch much else before I’m forced to pull up.
At the last possible moment that I deemed reasonably safe, both plumed appendages re-extend to catch the wind underneath and cause a rather jerky lift. While this is occurring, I kicked violently out, all four limbs thrashing at what I hoped was my opponent’s lengthy vertebrae. Golden daggers are pointed down to achieve the maximum possible damage, I didn't feel like taking it easy on this girl. She had a chance to leave--and refused, now we both would suffer the consequences. Cranium slithers up to protect my neck region from her swords. I harbored no desire to come in contact with that tipped crown and nor would I ever. My wings beat strongly, brisk and never stopping in their attempt to carry me into the protection of a cloudy heaven. Out of her reach again.
This isn’t an ideal environment for their kind, there wasn’t crowding spruce and evergreen trees to blot out the sky. It was open, a perfect battleground for Pegasus. Even the sand could be difficult to maneuver if one wasn’t used to the amount of squashy give—she would soon learn this valuable lesson one way or another. Or, at least I could hope. Unlike the other invasions, I had no tight lumped regret or remorse--it was my turn to play the angry defender, and drive away our oppressors.
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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
Frostie |
A R A H
A single blink and he was gone from in front of her. Their conversation had been so quick, she had angered him no doubt. Who knew where his wings took him? Ears listening intensely...is that a whistling sound? Her head turns and sharp golden eyes look upon the soldiers falling form. His deadly golden hooves aimed directly for her spine. Did he plan to crush her underneath his body? Knowing you had to act did not always mean that your body immediately kicked itself in to action. In fact Arah stood frozen for a moment watching his fast and furious descent. Why was it that she had no desire to move? Maybe something was lurking unknown and dark inside her, playing with her emotions underneath the surface. There was so many relying on her right now though, she had to pull through this for them. How to avoid a huge falling target from the sky though? Her mind pushed her sluggish body to move. The ivory doe knew that she would probably be hurt, after all her reaction time had been awfully slow. Arah did the only thing that came to mind. Head turning forward, she began to move forward, in her dazed mind it was not a straight line that she ended up working. Quick steps ended up in her curving her body to the right.
The end result was, as the messenger from heaven fell and kicked out at her, his golden hooves kicked into the fleshy left hand side of her rump. The sharp pain shot warning bells through the mare. He wasn't successful in breaking the skin, because of her movements, the blows had been blunt, not sharp enough to cut her. The pain did the one thing that Arah needed, she finally woke up to the fact that she was battling someone. This defender could kill her if she didn't get her act together. Another blink before the mare whipped her head around again to look back at her target. A snarl escaped her lips, golden eyes narrowed and finally the fighter within her was alive once again. This mare was not going to play nice or slow anymore. He awoke the dragon. Even with an aching, bruising side, the mare still had speed. Her attacker was taking off again, Arah realised that she needed to stop this. To even out this playing ground, the doe would have to figure a way out to injure his most valuable asset. His wings. Firstly however, she would have to try and scare away his desire to fly. As if in slow motion, Arah watched as he began to rise into the sky again. 'Oh no you don't. She thought to herself. Putting her ass into gear, the ivory doe began to turn back towards the winged stallion. Her hooves were quick, thank goodness she was so slim with long legs. Speed really came in handy when trying to catch a winged beast.
Once she was facing him again, the doe moved to be directly underneath the raising stag. Everything sped up again, she hoped that she would catch him. She believed that her antlers had always been her most deadly weapon, today she wanted to try and prove that theory. Looking up, Arah took less than a second to inspect the fleshy underside of the winged guardian. On nearly every animal, the underneath was always the most vulnerable part, she almost felt like what she was about to do was cowardly. Positing her head so that her antlers aimed for between his elbows, near the front of his body, the ivory doe picked her hooves off of the ground. She raised herself with her powerful back limbs, antlers heading straight up towards his upper barrel. Never before had Arah attempted to spear someone with her sturdy antlers. Yes, she had rammed, stabbed, scraped and sliced other's flesh with them. But spearing her opponent in order to scare them off from flying? This was a first.
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669 Words
1/4 Attacks
0/2 Magic + 0/1 Extra Magic Use (Herd Champions)
Midas may attack first.
Love is why we fall down
And get back up again
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And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
✽ Force and magic permitted. ✽
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
Angel |
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I could feel one left hindhoof strike, but it was only halfway true. Dagger made contact, though did little to naught for it fell shy of even half victory. A sore loss that was a great disappointment to me when considering the amount of energy it actually took to achieve what I hoped to be perfection. There would be no victorious surge, only the grimace of my failure. ‘Better’, I breathed inwardly, ‘I would have to do better’. The beginnings of perspiration started to fleck my pelt despite the coolness of night; each exhale would become more rapid as our fight persist. Flying was work, but it was also work that I had grown used to over the years.
While achieving my escape; the mix breed stag of a woman had obviously started moving. My gaze caught a fleeting glance at that vibrant streamline body pressing forward, and starting to turn upon heel. This one had speed; not surprising for a girl of small size. Though, she would not be able to overcome endurance that came from a Generals long hours of training, and the agility that was birthed as a result. Feathered limbs beat strong and true, I claimed the overcast sky once again. Her feeble attempt to score my breast landed instead upon the fleeing tendrils of ivory tail. I supposed she was jealous of being unable to enter our domain without the right of birth.
Foolish girl.
I circled left, maintaining my skyhigh position, while also trying to keep said offender in clear sight. A sky attempt was my secondary version of a warning, firmer than the previous vocal one—yet still a warning. She refused to yield. It wasn’t in my nature to kill, and I certainly didn’t want to kill this woman—though if she continued to press into my home; I might be removed from choice. Power pooled up inside me, it was unrefined of course and without my ‘Lord’ it would remain as such. Maybe though, this imperfect magic would be enough. With no small amount of willpower, I attempted to move the sand beneath her feet and all around that pretty alabaster body. Glittering granules rose quickly, they climbed into a distorted sprawl. An unorganized mass of dust, dirt, and gold. It was sobering to watch, perhaps even fearful for those that might witness for the first time. Before the sun vanished, my talent had been beautiful to behold. It would have been as lovely as a dance, rising and falling, spinning circles. This self-made storm was weaker without the Gods, yet it might provide the cover I needed for another attack, or maybe hinder her vision. With a great inhale I tried willing the granules to fly around her body, and face in particular.
Wings kept beating, working hard to keep my bulky frame aloft while I was otherwise very distracted with the concentration it took to maintain this storm. While fashioning my cover, I widened my tight circling flight. Distancing myself and trying to disorientate the she stag that was hopefully below in her own personally sandy hell. Dual appendages fold back, and I lean forward to fall again. This time though, I would try a slightly different approach.
Hoping to retain some amount of silence, I temporarily abandon the astral space above. Forsaking it to be down lower until my feet brush earth. Skillfully, I extend all four legs until they are carrying me flat out—my left shoulder stiffens in preparation. Wings close out of wisdom; better to lose a few feathers than damage a wing. With luck, my location would still be skewed by the storm, and this time…my aim would strike home. Using instinct, I take direction for what I thought was her left shoulder; the intent was to ram my left shoulder into her left shoulder. All the while hoping that gathered momentum would be enough to knock the unicorn aside. I knew that pressing a frivolous point of her flesh wouldn’t be the ticket. Only when she was crippled and bleeding would words that were spoken out of grace finally sink into that thickly endowed head.
Teeth open and neck slithers down, mostly out of an attempt to protect my face and thick neck from any prods or pokes—but secondly in a swiftly put together endeavor that would leave a few teeth marks on where I guessed her left breast or left forearm to be. She was taller than me, so my aim was low.
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72 hours have passed. Arah defaults to Midas.
Midas gains +.5 VP and earns one point for the Throat Defenders.
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