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Post by straythought on Nov 27, 2014 8:28:02 GMT -5
As the wind leisurely made its' way through the trees and shrubs that peppered the bottom of the mountain, a large painted mare stood just outside the mass of sleeping horses. While they slept, she kept her ears pricked, and her eyes sharp, as vigilant as the other knights were, she was sure. Here they were, on the cusp of a war, on land that had been tainted by the Bachelor herd. While she could easily say she wanted none of the Bachelor horses on their island, she felt uneasy being off of Olde land. For the longest time, she wanted nothing more than to explore the islands, but now... Now she wanted to march her Herd members back to their island and make sure none of them were hurt. The war itself did not scare Evalynn. She was a knight. She would protect her herd members to her dying breath. What did scare her, was the fact that she may not be able to protect all of her herd members during this war. What if someone died, was seriously injured? What if they were captured, forever lost to the Olde herd. And on top of that, she now had Exile horses she was now honor bound to protect as well. They had allied themselves with Olde, so they fell in her care.
As the night carried the moon higher into the sky, Evalynn could not seem to let sleep coax her into unconsciousness. So, she stood watch over her family of Olde, as well as her new allies, feeling restless and irritated. She had to believe that they would all make it out fine. They would win. With the unicorns' on their side, they had to win.. right?
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Post by elesette on Jan 14, 2015 15:53:11 GMT -5
The night fell on the king in a comforting blanket, but he was not one to be comforted - the war was tomorrow... or the next day. Vasska should his head, the preciseness didn't matter. The war would come when it came and the earth was likely to shatter underneath them when it did. The thought had scared him for weeks now, but still, the powerful thought that he would win, and he would reign supreme over not one, but two herds had sent delightful chills down his spine. As the figurative clock struck closer to the final hour, the king was becoming less concerned with the outcome of the battle. He began to feel rather, that if he willed it to be so - the Olde herd would come through.
As the night grew darker so did his feelings of desire, and he trotted towards the herd, eager to share his feelings of intent. He wanted to talk battle... and the king felt the need to gloat to someone who would listen. The great stallion paused as he noticed a familiar head flick its ear's in what seemed to be irration. Was it Evalynn? He smiled, the knight would want to hear his thoughts - of that he had no doubt.
"Evalynn!" he called her name gently, "What has you awake so late into the night... I might have guessed a Knight would need her rest?"
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Post by straythought on Jan 14, 2015 21:05:17 GMT -5
As Evalynn's eyes scanned the darkness in routine, her ears picked up hoof movements, and the whisper of the wind caressing a moving body. She turned her head to see her King moving towards her, and she dipped her head formally, too restless to think of a witty greeting. Her ears flicked forward as he spoke, and a soft smile spread across her face.
"Many things keep me awake this night. One of those happen to be making sure the herd, as well as it's new allies are watched over. I don't require much sleep, especially not on the cusp of war." she shifted her weight, cocking one of her hind legs up slightly as she rested. "And what of you, Vasska? Surely the King needs his sleep." she winked at him playfully before turning her head up to look at the night sky. As she gazed up, the clear sky, with it's kaleidoscope of swirling stars, she noticed was beginning to slowly gather a myriad of clouds, though the moon still shone down on the mostly sleeping herd.
Looking back to the silvery stallion in front of her, she noticed the way he held his body, and realized he was smiling. It seemed her companion was not quite as apprehensive as she was. And if he was as sure of the herd, then that surely meant they would be fine. "So Vasska.. Do you have a plan of action for us to follow? You seem confident enough to have me believe you know somehow that we will win, no matter what." she nickered lightly, wondering if he would actually speak to her of his plans. After all, she was a knight, and not an adviser.
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