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Post by RusticLass on Feb 28, 2015 20:52:11 GMT -5
In the Wake of the Storm
After the battle between Olde and Bachelor, the Exile herd has regrouped on the southern end of Summer Fields, standing now between their homeland and the landbridge to the north. Now that Vasska has closed the way to Olde, your herd is again left living on the Eastern Isle. Your alliances with the other herds has been severed with the battle over. Wounded and tired, your herd has gathered to regroup, but who knows what surprises wait around the corner. . .
PARTICIPANTS:
-RusticLass's Khala
-Jodifarrow's Kanu
-GingerGoddess' Adhara
-themoonphase's Salvatore
-POEDOG's Dawne
-Shifterprincess' Shiya
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poedogs
Bachelor Herd 
New Foalie on the way
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Post by poedogs on Feb 28, 2015 21:03:46 GMT -5
Dawne // Exile Foal
It was a dull day, well that's what Dawne could hear everyone else saying. From what she could hear it sounded as if they'd been rejected again, by whom, the filly had not a clue. "Papa." The filly's bright red ribbon was tied around her father's neck for the time being. His gentle huffing and his warm shoulder directed her wherever she need be. "Papa, where are we going now?" The filly couldn't pick her way along the seemingly flat land well. She'd trip on the smallest of pebbles and would jump at the slightest tickle of grass across her flank. Her nimble feathered feet weren't working anymore, she used to be able to semi walk around without falling, but now it was nearly impossible.
Her face itched. She needed her cobweb gauze to be reapplied soon, and the herds that were plastered to her face to be cleaned away and bandaged. Judging by the feel of having wind in her face and no itchy fabric scratching against her "eyes" she figured somewhere along the way someone had removed the ribbon and was carrying it with them. The filly piped up, "What's it look like?" She wanted to imagine herself, best she could in a place. Maybe she'd be able to walk around easier if she knew the terrain somewhat.
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jodifarrow22
Exile Herd 
The vorpal blade went snicker snack! He left it dead, and with it's head he went galumphing back.
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Post by jodifarrow22 on Feb 28, 2015 21:33:50 GMT -5
Kanu | Exile Commander
The battle had been long and taxing for all the Exiles, new and old. Kanu hadn't suffered too greatly, and his largest injuries consisted of open cuts on his neck and rump, but nothing that caused him a great amount of pain. He could remember the heavy, vexing feeling that consumed the battle ground after all the horses had parted ways and returned back to their main grazing lands, whether it was simply for a rest, or because the war was officially over, Kanu did not know. The only thing he knew was that there were a lot of injured Exiles, some worse than others. He didn't dare to even pay one second of attention to himself as he witnessed those around him, wounded much more fatally.
Even though it had been a few days since the war ended, Kanu could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he could still hear the screams of the horses who had been struck down by the enemy. He tried not to think of it too much, but it was such a strong thought that he found himself caught up in it more than he'd like to be. But, one thing was here right now to distract him, Dawne, his new daughter, who he had recently adopted with Lena. Her arrival into his life had brought him joy and a profound amount of guilt, she had been attacked by flesh crazed birds while he was out, and lost her eyes. He would never forgive himself for not being there sooner. Yet again he was forced to try and rid himself of the guilt, guilt which drilled at his skull violently.
"Papa." Dawne said, her tiny voice shaking slightly. He instantly swung around to face her, dropping his head until it was close to hers.
"Are you ok sweety? how are your eyes?" He asked, worry clear on his face. Once she asked where they were going, he relaxed a little, knowing that she wasn't asking for his attention because she was in pain.
"We're going to stay here for a little while, we all need rest, we've all done very hard work the past few weeks." His tone was calm and warm, like it needed to be when he spoke to his daughter who now only saw black. She told him to explain to her what the scene looked like, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. All that lingered in the air was death, defeat and guilt. He couldn't possibly tell her that. He cleared his throat ,
"Well, I think it might rain! We could do a rain dance if it does, how does that sound?" He said, chuckling and digging his muzzle under her chin in and effort to tickle her. Being a father was a new, strange thing to him, but he loved it.
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Post by themoonphase on Mar 1, 2015 11:07:56 GMT -5
Salvatore || Exile Guard
Salvatore maintained distance from the herd on a nearby hill, multitasking as he both watched his friends comfort each other and kept an eye out for sight of oncoming enemy. He watched with longing as an older stallion Kanu interact with his blind daughter. He sighed as he looked up to the gloomy sky and his damp hair blew in the cool wind; his thoughts constantly raced over recent memories of the brutal battle they just endured. The dunalino stallion looked back at his herd and did a head count. Everyone was there as they should be, except for... Khala? Salvatore immediately perked up and snorted with a furrowed brow as he slowly trotted down the hill. Ears pinned back he snaked around all the other horses in search for his leader, but he could not locate her and panic began to rise within him. An expression of concern slowly came over his face and he began to whimper before he resorted to looking elsewhere.
With an exaggerated sigh of relief, Salvatore relaxed and smiled at the sight of Khala in the distance, gazing across the landbridge. She seemed to be tense and rather distraught, but of course this was understandable given the recent circumstances. He decided he would leave her be, even though that was hard for him, and instead turned around to merge back with the herd. An older grey mare, Adhara, who lay in the grass caught his attention. She was alone, unlike their other herdmates who were busy comforting each other, and Salvatore decided to approach her instead. He lay directly in front of her and tried making eye contact, but she would not look at him. "Is everything okay, milady?" He finally piped up, hoping she would not send him away.
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Post by RusticLass on Mar 1, 2015 15:58:29 GMT -5
[ Khala ]
The day of the battle seemed to have drawn on for an eternity. The land seemed to lay in a terrible, taunt silence. Even the air stood still. Or at least, it seemed that way to the fire colored mare. Golden eyes lay fixed upon the horizon, gazing off into the distance where the land bridge to their homeland lay. No words could describe the longing she felt in her heart as she gazed in it's direction. How she longed to be home! How she wished there was something more she could do to return her brethren to their place in Chevalin! Their home. . .
Since the dawn of the Exiles, they had learned to survive such hard times, this Khala knew well. They were survivors, that's simply what they did. But there came a time when she wanted more for her herd than just survival. She didn't want to just survive, she wanted to live. With a sigh, she dropped her head, lingering for a moment longer away from the horses behind her. There was lingering shame in the pit of her stomach as she looked at her unmarred body. Khala had not participated in the fighting the day before, but so many of her brethren had. Kanu, her loyal friend and Captain had lasted through until the stalemate was reached, and she could not have been prouder of him.
With a gleam in her eye, she turned around, looking proudly upon the horses standing behind her. They had all fought so bravely, and for herds that were not their own. Granted, revenge on Olde for Vasska's abrupt announcement that they could not seek refuge on their island weigh heavily on many of their minds. Khala found herself wishing they had lost. But with the King's victory over Cain, they could not have. The leader began a slow walk back to those gathered nearby, her ears perked to listen as she walked through.
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Post by gingergoddess on Mar 2, 2015 12:52:09 GMT -5
Adhara//Exile Scout//Mare
The mare sighed heavily as the sun fell behind a patch of dark clouds, her eyes thankful for relief the shade brought. It seemed as if even the sky was mourning the earlier events of the day. Looking around, Adhara took note of all the wounded, wishing she had been able to help more during the bloody battle. She had helped where she could, keeping the younglings out of trouble while gathering herbs and other plants that could possibly aid with healing under the direction of the Olde herd's healers. She still couldn't help but feel as if it hadn't been enough. She silently wished those were the only thoughts plauging her, but alas, not even that could be true. Images of her father seared themselves into her mind He had looked so weak and fragile, and she wanted nothing more than to be with him, but she knew deep down that it couldn't be.
She raised her head slightly as one of her herd mates approached her. "Is everything okay, milady?" The stallion asked quietly, his voice gentle and filled with concern. Addie smiled softly as she studied the younger horse, trying to recall his name. He was a guard, that much she was sure of, though she had no other memory of the flashy stallion. "Aye, I suppose...though I don't know if much could be considered okay after today..." She trailed off, glancing back at the rest of their bedraggled herd, wondering for a moment what they were all thinking. "I just wish there was another way. All this fighting and bloodshed...for what? A place to sleep at night just so we can be used like pawns once more...?" The grulla mare huffed dejectedly before continuing once more. "I just want to go home... to have our freedom back. To be able to live peacefully once more... Ach,I'm sorry... Listening to me rambling on like a fool. Enough about me, what are your thoughts on all this...?" The appaloosa almost whispered her question, hoping against hope that the paint would have some sort of answer or new information about what Khala's plans were.
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