katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Dec 2, 2014 12:29:12 GMT -5
The Day That Never Comes
A roleplay between Pony-Bones' Cain and Katha88's Arturo
Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Mouths so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting
Only a little rest was allowed to them, before the Olde herd and a view Exiles marched towards the Summer Fields. Arturo had beaten Adair in the sparring with fairness and he had kept his energy and strength, not going too hard on his partner, but now that they would face the Bachelors, he would certainly not hold back on them. Night had already settled hours ago and slightly the horizon lightened up a bit, though with the clouds and the rain that had started, it was hard for the light to come through. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but not to the rain that was blinding him here and there and he knew that he would have to be careful.
As the herd went east they passed a sea cove and soon they were on open land, farther back the cliffs could be seen that kept the wind from the area and the rain came down in straight lines on them, no wind was hitting the water into his eyes. His heart suddenly sank into his stomach as he saw the Bachelors marching up from the other side of slight hill, some of the paler horses slightly visible in the timid light of dawn. Here in the valley between the mountains and the sea they would fight, they went all the way from their beloved Isle of Olde to meet the most dangerous flock of horses to eventually succeed or being ripped apart. Arturo waited patiently for his king's commands, as the Bachelors suddenly cried into battle and started to move, he spotted HIM. Obscura's prophecy, the snake of the Bachelors, their king. They had met before and Arturo felt his insides turn around and around by the thought of their encounter years before when they were childish foals. Immediately Vasska released his warriors and they flung towards the enemies lines, Lukan and Eoos, Charlie, Evalynn and Daemyn, all the well known knights where charging against a wall of beasts by his side.
Arturo locked his eyes on Cain, as he cantered over the rain soaked ground, he slowed down skidding and reared before him. "Bachelor King, I challenge you!! This time you wont get away unharmed!" He boomed through the thunder of hoof beats, rain and voices. His teeth bared, his eyes full of fire for war, he was ready to tear flesh and break bones. Now that they had started, they had to finish it! If they would fail, they might end up as slaves and captives for the Bachelors, he would not let it happen, he would not allow Obscura in the hands of the bachelors. Arturo reached out his front leg and slammed it on the ground, shaking his head wildly, he jumped a bit towards the Bachelor, snapping in the air. He had to be careful around him, he didn't knew how he would fight and he certainly wouldn't go with strength and body contact, as Arturo preferred. He watched his opponents body and tried to read his body language, watching the area to find something in his advantage and making use of his ability of strategy.
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Post by ponybones on Dec 3, 2014 12:05:41 GMT -5
The spitting rain had become an annoyance, especially as the clouds blacked out what was left of the stars, leaving the herds in utter blackness. So the Olde decided to push further into unfamiliar territory? They had come so far, to just dive in deeper was taking unnecessary risk, and yet there the unicorn-freaks stood on the fringes of the valley, looking within where all of them waited patiently. The Bachelors knew this land as they did their own scars, the Olde herd however did not and Cain hoped that it would give them at least some advantage. The bloodlust in the Bachelors would help too, Cain could only hope. However, that was not within him personally. He felt nothing.
Looking up at the coming Olde, the only twinge of anything he felt was that he was in danger and must do something about it. Running had ceased to be an option, as did standing on the sidelines shouting orders as he would have preferred. No, he stood in the thick of it, and would soon meet what his predecessor had wrought. With some distant cry, the Olde herd came flying towards them, down the slight embankment, propelling them into the Bachelor ranks. Cain gave his words of advice, his most aspiring words, and then issued the order to charge. Break them with their own initiative he thought as he weaved in and out of colliding forces, feeling mud splatter onto his legs from another nearby tussle. And yet more came, and he heard himself be called out. A shiver of anticipation raced down his spine, and he glanced up, arching a brow slightly while he allowed his gift to do the rest of the work. This horse held a lot of passion within him, passion and rage and something else...concern. Cain's eyes narrowed. It would be his job to find that concern and make something of it, for there would lie the other stallion's weakness. "Have we met before?" Cain asked, scrutinizing the dappled creature before him, dancing away easily at the threat. "For it would seem that I did you a personal disservice in the past." Cain smirked, his long neck snaking from his body, his ears flattened against his head as he took a bite at Arturo's throat. No energy could be expended. Not yet, it was not the time. It would be better to let the other stallion tire himself out than Cain do the same, not knowing exactly what he was meant to do. Ryder had given him some guidance, but horse-to-horse combat would never maintain an interest for the Marwari stallion.
Cain watched Arturo glance around, and shook his head slightly. Pay attention to me. He thought, leaping away, back into the other stallion's line of sight. If his pale coat did anything, it would make it hard for the other stallion to focus on distant, dark objects. However, it made himself quite the target, not hard to miss as he glowed in the dark and the rain.
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katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Dec 5, 2014 13:21:51 GMT -5
Arturo was irritated, didn't Cain recognize him? That day and all the happenings where so bright in his memory, were it the vast emotions that left this day and this horse so vibrant in his thoughts? Obscura had a vision of a pale horse that spied black stuff and drowned everything in it, it must have been him, they have met him that day on the great plains. He hadn't made a wonderful impression and Arturo and Obscura had been left with bad feeling about this individual. Later Obscura had told him that the foal they once have met must have become the new King of the Bachelor Herd after Klaus' vanishing. "Yes, you certainly did and now we know why we met YOU there." All of Obscuras dreams made sense now. He had to be careful, he didn't knew if the Bachelors had found out about Obscura and her gift and they might would want to steal her away from them, now in all the troubles of war it was easy to kidnap a single horse, those things happened in war. Arturo felt a sudden fear, but suddenly the Bachelor king attacked him and nipped him at his throat. Torn from his thoughts he only managed to rear up and pulled away his head, to avoid that Cain could lock his teeth in his flesh and so he only got some skin and scraped away hair and Arturo was left with a big but harmless scratch. His worries and thoughts were a weakness and Arturo had to focus, after the sparring with Adair he had realized it but it seemed like he had to be in real threat to actually start to focus his thoughts.
As Cain jumped into Arturo's line of sight, his ears pinned back to his head. "You're not a horse. You are a snake." Arturo muttered, "You can wiggle around as much as you like, you will not leave this battle unharmed..." angry Arturo spat the words towards Cain. His hatred for the most impure and maliciously herd of chevalin started to trickle up his throat and he clenched his teeth. Cain should get what he deserved and Arturo focused on his muscles, his tendons and his steady heart beat that was pumping with anticipation. He had trained for years, prepared for war to protect his lands and his family, his herd. All this should now become his advantage, but only if the Bachelor King played well, he didn't knew things like fairness and he didn't knew the rules of fighting, he was unpredictable. The steady rain drummed on his skin, on his head and his delicate nostrils that where flared wide open. The rain trickled down to his chin, to reunite with more trails of rain and to drop on the ground. Arturo snorted loudly, so his whole body moved with the exhaling of air and his breath danced like a foggy cloud through the cold and rainy air, then he jumped forward. Mud splashed out behind his hooves and Arturo moved directly towards Cain's shoulder, rearing up and forcing his weight towards him, snapping towards Cain's neck. If he would get hold of the delicate Marwari, he should be able to wrestle him with his weight and to drain his power and strength.
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Post by ponybones on Dec 6, 2014 0:54:50 GMT -5
It was at this moment that Cain wished he could read minds, for even in the falling rain, he could see the thoughts going through Arturo's head and all he could do was use his Gift and sense exactly what it was that the other horse was feeling, though it didn't give enough insight. All Cain felt was the Olde stallion's loathing for him, blazing hot like fire on the late summer night. Cain drank it in, reveling in it. The other's hate made him feel powerful - even after so many years that the Marwari stallion had forgotten their meeting, Cain could still drive this bald-faced unicorn freak to such emotion. I must have done something awful... Cain thought as he spat out some of the other stallion's black-tipped hairs, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
The fear caught his attention however, as it seemed so misplaced. Everyone had a tiny bit of fear on them, unless they were utter sociopaths like some of his force, but this seemed excessive. It was personal, and more so than the stallion's own life. What is he protecting? Cain's eyes narrowed a little bit, having started to hone in on the weakness that the other horse presented him with, but remembered he still needed to keep his head. Currently, this was a battle of strength rather than a battle of wits, which meant that he could be broken and useless at any minute if he did not watch himself carefully.
"A complement I've heard many times before. You're a clever horse aren't you?" Cain replied with a bark of a laugh, something that he had clearly trained himself to do rather than something that he felt, for it did not reach his eyes. "As long as I wiggle faster, it seems I might leave unscathed. You, however..." The Marwari stallion trailed off, leaving Arturo's imagination to fill in the threat for a moment. "I wouldn't need to break you. Just whatever it is you're fighting for. I find that, and there is nothing left, as the fight inside of you would wither away like the summer flowers in a winter breeze." Cain prepared himself as he felt Arturo's determination ramp up again, his whole mind going into concentration mode. The snort gave the movement away, and so Cain jumped sideways, luckily missing the brunt of Arturo's force, but getting his neck clipped in the process, whipping his head to the side. His dainty hooves slid in the torn up earth beneath them and he watched as blood began to trickle down. Cain hated the idea of being scarred, and yet this was the third time in a day that he had been left with the sight of his own blood. Cain shook his head a little bit, realizing he'd have to dance a bit better if he hoped to tire this warrior out. However, his main goal was to get inside the horse's head. "Are there little dappled babies back on your island, waiting for you to come home? Cain probed, trusting that even a lie could reveal the truth. Meanwhile he started sidestepping, his dainty legs crossing over one another as he attempted to keep the other horse moving. He trusted his own legs, but if the other was to get tangled, it might give him an opening.
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