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Post by crystaluniicorn on Nov 15, 2014 18:29:55 GMT -5
A Pit of Passion
CrystalUniicorn's Bloom|Pony-Bones' Obscura
Bloom hadn't felt much of a leader since the deceleration of war. Her whole life was built around compassion and love, though these days consolation was foreign and fear ran down the spines of every member of the Olde herd. She could feel the tension in the air, the fear in her herd-mates eyes. . . all of this wasn't right. If there had been unicorns that protected these lands, where were they now?
Crossing the land bridge Vasska had created was ominous, as no horse had yet to see the bloodshed of war. It was unfortunate that she has just begun to feel a flicker of romance between her and the Olde king. . .it just made this even harder. She couldn't loose him now.
The East island was lush with green, much like their homelands. It thankfully sported much of the same elements, which might make battle much easier for the brave souls of those who were forced to battle. The riddle mountains were much unlike anything she had seen back home, and as they neared them the true power of this land began to unravel. Would their foes be too big and too strong? Would the Olde herd be forced into submission? For years rumors had spread about the absolute strength of the Bachelors, and the ex-broods that Olde had seen showed that on their pelts. They were barbarians, and with the coming of a new leader things must have been even more chaotic.
Whatever they were about to face could be able to bring them to ruins.
Nearing the side of Vasska, Bloom gave a light nuzzle and some soothing words before turning back to her herd. She walked among them as an equal, her eyes just as sorrowful as their own. |
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Post by ponybones on Nov 18, 2014 11:39:28 GMT -5
As she was led back over to the rest of those that would be providing aid rather than fighting, Obscura glanced back over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her new husband, the only glimpse she would get for a long time she imagined. The tiara that she had purchased for her wedding was firmly embedded in her thick, curly tangles of mane, the beads wound around by knots by now. With a flick of her head, she at least managed to get the veil from over her eyes, trapped on the blue jewel that was the tiara's centerpiece. With the veil on, she was as good as blind. Now, she was slightly better, especially that the sun was sinking and was not bringing fire into her eyes. She looked around at the others that had gathered, the few that did not want to fight, just assist. Obscura knew she'd never be a fighter, she had put her body through too much in her youth, trying to sleep and stay asleep, if only to dream of the future. Her bones hadn't grown like they should, and she always had a somewhat gaunt appearance, however well it may have tried to hide under her draft appearance.
Obscura found herself in the middle of the twelve, trying to find something productive to do. Vasska's mate, the lovely but somehow distant Bloom, was walking through them with her mind looking somewhat clouded by something intangible. Obscura knew the look, she was familiar with it on her own face. The present seemed to be exceptionally hard to grasp onto. Though she had oft times been in Bloom's presence, they had never spoken much. There was a disconnect in age, and knowledge. Obscura had seen the pale queen in her dreams before she was born, and it had been her family's ruin. Though she herself placed no blame on young Bloom for the mess that her family created, it was a history that she preferred not to share, or perhaps had learned not to while Arturo and her struggled to fit into social norms together. You could say cruel things without intentionally being cruel, and intentions seemed to be the last thing on others' minds.
So what was there to say to Bloom, Obscura wondered as she watched her through her thick forelock, her pupils massively dilated, too much even for the fading light. "You look lost." Obscura said quietly to Bloom as she passed by, dropping her head down out of respect. "The Unicorns will protect us, though we must show our trust in them today. They test us so we can become stronger." She added, attempting a smile, though it was awkward and misplaced on her face. Smiling didn't yet come naturally to the solemn mare. "We need to be helpful..." Obscura added, perhaps more to herself than to the other horse, as her eyes strayed elsewhere and her voice dropped out absent-mindedly. She did not have any practical skills whatsoever. Her Gift was indeed remarkable, however it would not do anything good for anyone now. They were too deep in, too far gone.
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Post by crystaluniicorn on Nov 24, 2014 1:15:36 GMT -5
Blooms mind clogged with a lingering fear, much like most of the horses she faced now. This was the hardest time to be leader considering her herd mates looked to her and Vasska for answers even when all knew there was none to be given. The young leader felt out of place amid the bustle of the herd, everyone seemingly had a place even through their dismay and the mare couldn't even find solace in that. She was a light that should have been bright enough to courageously lead her undying herd into battle, then away with a valiant feat but Vasska had felt otherwise. The battlefront was no such place for a mare such as herself, and though her intellect could prove powerful against the enemy her body would be her downfall. Obliging others practically ran through the mares veins, and it would be where she proved most helpful. She had always been accommodating to the needs of wounded horses, and her medicinal knowledge was great.
Though her racing thoughts Bloom held out some hope that somehow this would all be stopped. As if a great, otherworldly force would descend from the sky and intervene the chaos and barbarity of this war. Though not religious by nature, it was funny how a grave situation could have you pleading to a deity.
Amid passing horses, a familiar yet distant face reared before her, eyes looming behind the massive fetlock that draped across her draft face. Obsucra. She was an odd-rather particular mare with an exceptional gift. They hadn't had many encounters before this moment besides the occasional hello and small talk. She knew Vasska had thought highly of her, though Bloom didn't have much of an opinion. She enjoyed most members of the herds company. . . but Obsucra had always been one that intrigued her.
She could tell she was feeling a bit out of place, just as she was before the words were spoke. It was as if they caught each others glance and relayed that this was no place for either of them.
Slightly caught off guard by the low voice of her peer, Blooms ears flicked forward with curiosity. It was comforting to know she might not have been the only one who was lost, both in mind and in body. Peaking from side to side, the mares starlight mane curved with the arch of her neck. " I am very lost here." Bloom admitted, her voice bittersweet and eyes dim with desolation. " I don't feel this is a place for anyone, though the others seem to know what they must do." The Queen added, motioning to a group of stallions just past their conversation. When word of unicorns crossed the peculiar mares lips, Bloom nodded in agreement. No horse had known about her disbelief, and she wasn't about to let it slip. After all, now was the first time she had ever held out hope for them, and it was consolation to hear what the mare had said.
" Yes, we really should get organized to help. I foresee this being quite the mess, and every once of cooperation is dire." Bloom nodded in confidence. " I know you might not feel like you have much to offer, but possibly if we stick together we can really make quite the difference." The Queen raised a brow. " If I understand, you know not much of Herbs, so perhaps I could teach you a thing or two about natural remedies? Of course these are less than favorable conditions to learn, I'm sure you'd pick it up quite fast." The young mare smiled for the first time since the day before. It felt foreign.
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Post by ponybones on Nov 24, 2014 14:22:35 GMT -5
Obscura watched her queen for a moment, before looking around at the rest, going about trying to find a task to be set upon. There was so much to do, but how were they to do it? Did anyone truly know? While some that had signed up to provide aid certainly did have more practical skills, it would seem that they were all walking around in the same fog of confusion, having many things to do but not knowing quite how to do them, or where even to start. None of these horses had actually been in a war, including herself, and thus it was impossible to know what it was going to look like. They only had the stories ringing in their ears as everything else spilled out. However, it seemed that Bloom might have been getting the worst of it. She was in charge, and yet was just like the rest of them, lost and afraid. Obscura just nodded her head a little bit. "Maybe some can pretend better than others." She replied, looking around once more, before dropping her head again. "I think we're all confused, but we have to try our best anyway. Even if we fail, the Unicorns will know we tried." And that's all that was important.
Obscura flicked her head back up at Bloom's sudden bolstering of courage, the veil falling down before her face again. Obscura used a leg to push it back again, needing the use of her pitiful sight as much as she could. Though the queen's words stung, they had a bit of truth to them, as Obscura was truly at a loss. Aside from trying to see how the battle would end up, if indeed they did go to war, she was fairly useless and known for coming up with ideas that had no purpose in real life. "I only have knowledge of our own herd's lore, however that may help us." She said softly, trying to imagine what that would do. Perhaps they could not make the same mistakes twice, but she doubted that she would have such a brilliant impact on the day. Bloom's idea sounded much more useful in the moment. "That sounds useful, I think that would be best." Obscura was a fast learner, at least if you could keep her on task. The mare was prone to daydreams.
Not only was the concept completely foreign to her, but the land was too. She had broken the law and wandered to this island in search of a stallion from her dreams once, and saved him from a trap. He had been a kind young stallion, nearly blind as she was, and very confused about his role in the barbarian herd of the Bachelors. He just didn't fit, not quite. As she started off, looking blindly for plants that she didn't know the appearance of, she wondered if he would be here today, if she would see him on the battlefield. A shiver ran down her spine. Poor, misguided young stallion. But if the unicorns found it fit to put him in play, they would. "My Queen, do you know horses from other herds?" Obscura asked absently, glancing over at the pale mare, much smaller in stature than she was. They seemed perfectly opposite of one another.
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