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Post by elesette on Jun 2, 2015 18:35:01 GMT -5
 Welcome to Olde Plot 007 : Blood of the Bachelors Plot: This group includes those wilth a particular fire against the Bachelors.
With the peculiar things haunting the olde land, these horses assume that the unicorns cannot be happy until they finish what they've started and destroy the bachelors.
They start a renegade team to go after them. Will they find the Bachelors? And if they do - will they be able to stand their own?
Time of Day: Evening Weahter: Cloudy, Serene and Quiet Snowfall Team Captain:Charlie (Leavingneverland) Team Members:Marianela Tala Azriel Salvalto Checkpoints Reached:
None Rules:1. The Captain of the team must post first 2. A posting order must be kept as people enter the rp. 3. No god modding 4. React to the Checkpoints as they come! (If you don't know what a checkpoint is - don't worry - you'll know when they come!) 5. Communicate with your partners! 6. Have fun!!!! How the posting order works: Charlie must post first. Anyone can post after Charlie. They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Charlie Azriel Charlie Azriel Charlie Azriel Mari Charlie Azriel Mari Tala Charlie Azriel Mari Tala If your captain does not post by the 8th, please note elesette on her personal account. She will name a new captain.  |
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 5, 2015 3:59:00 GMT -5
CHARLIE
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"Make haste to the South - Don’t you dare let them cross into our lands. Those foul barbarians would ruin Olde soil. Kill them before they try to kill us." Vasska's words rang like bells in Charlie's ears, reverberating off his brain, filling his head with nothing but 'kill them' in various pitches. He was beyond honoured that Vasska had approached him with any sort of responsibility... but this? Could he do this? He'd never actively killed a person before -- maimed and destroyed sure, and he had the scars to show for it, but he'd never smashed his hooves through someone's skull, seen the light filter slowly through from their eyes. He was conflicted; it seemed as though he was always conflicted these days, torn between his morality and his herd. But, as usual, his herd would win out in the end. Charlie was nothing if not loyal to his family -- and it didn't help that he and the bachelors weren't exactly 'simpatico' at the moment. It would much easier to tear one of them apart than it would someone from the Exile herd. Wouldn't it? He fought the question off, telling himself it didn't really matter: he would find the barbarians and he would fight, and if it came down to it, he would kill. At least, he hoped he would.He pushed the idea out of his head; he'd broken out into a cold sweat just thinking about a final standoff. So he wouldn't think of it anymore. A sharp, brief shiver ran down his spine as he turned his head to the clouded sky, sending down light flurries of snow, trying shove out the little voice that kept yelling 'SUICIDE MISSION!' at him. Just find the bachelors. Destroy as many as you can. We can do this. The grass around him was turning a dusty purple as the snow fell, as the sun set, as the evening took over. It was beautiful really -- the beautiful, strange trees he'd never seen on Olde, their branches wider and reaching out farther; the bird calls he didn't recognise, telling each other to settle down for the night. It was strange how foreign things were only a stupid land-bridge's width away. Nothing at all like home, really. His party were a small group, made entirely of mares and stallions he didn't really know, but their familiar faces were a small comfort nonetheless. "You guys ready?" he asked, not entirely certain what his own answer was. "I figure we scan the area for tracks or something. Or even better! For a crushing sense of oppression and the putrid stench of patriarchal backwardness! Haha. Bachelors. Good times."
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aashleyb
Olde Herd 
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 6, 2015 1:09:38 GMT -5
Salvato.................. The moment Salvato had heard Vasska's orders, his awareness of the world around him was pulled under by his thoughts. He robotically followed the leader as they "made haste" to the land of the Bachelors. If any of the other horses had talked, or tried talking to him, while they'd made their way across the land bridge, he didn't hear or comprehend a single word of it. He'd begun battering himself with questions and hypothesis Guh, why is this all I can think about?! He shook his head, trying to clear his relentless thoughts. 'Kill them...' H-...how.... Savy glances at the horses around him without tilting his head. He assigns 5 of us to go in a single group...five...to waltz into Bachelor territory, practically begging for a fight? Why couldn't he assign all of us to go together, rather than separate into groups? Wouldn't that make us more vulnerable? Does he have it out for us? I mean...I can see why I would be placed in this sort of potentially out-matched situation...but the others? I know none of them personally...I can't say. No...this isn't about me...this is about the unicorns. What if-
His internal argument was finally interrupted by the sound of Charlie, forcing Salvato to snap back into reality. He hadn't realized they'd already made it to Bachelor territory, and that's when he noticed the sweet scent of snow in the air. The wind was barely noticeable, but it caused the fluffy bits of snow to swirl here and there; from the looks of it, the snow was only just beginning to kiss the ground. He glanced up at the clouds as Charlie spoke, quickly taking in the hues of deep gold and purple bouncing off the clouds as the sun waved its final goodbyes to the day. He was able to take this all in before Charlie finished his first sentence.
Perhaps it's because they'd finally stopped, or because he was tired of psycho-analyzing the situation, but Savy was able to pay full attention to what Charlie was saying. '...scan the area...for a crushing sense of oppression...'; Ugh, he thought to himself, a collage of sour memories immediately danced across his eyelids all at once. He felt a pang of anger light up in his stomach as he saw her face, her oppressive attitude and demeanor practically radiating off her like a tangible aura. With an inaudible huff, he flared his nostrils, blowing a couple flakes of snow away from his muzzle. His ears pricked towards Charlie and he raised his head, a wave of motivation to stand on this bitter soil heating his hocks. A chaste laugh escaped his lips at Charlie's remark. "Good one!", he noted. Remembering he'd never spoken to this horse before, he smiled at the stallion with approval of his first-impression. He considered the former, and continued: "I haven't exactly practiced any tracking myself, but prints shouldn't be that hard to find around here...unless the snow covers them up first." Wanting to spend as little time here as possible, he glanced around at the others with hopes that at least one of them would be capable of tracking should such the need arise.
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 6, 2015 2:43:32 GMT -5
Charlie
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He grinned at the other stallion's approval. He couldn't remember his name, (it was something strange like okidoki. That didn't sound like much of a name though.) but he appreciated the lightheartedness. If they were marching to their deaths, then by god, they were going to do it with a smile on their face and a laugh on their lips! Because that's just more fun, isn't it?
Charlie glanced up at the sky, his expression darkening slightly as the snow began to fall. "Fair play," he said in acknowledgement to the black and white's fears. "Didn't think about that. And not to toot my own horn, but I'm a pretty savvy tracker. So ignore what I said about not thinking about that -- and let's just pretend I'm impressive. A guy can dream. Savy!" he exclaimed, the name hitting him in the head like a brick. That was it! That was his name! Probably. "That's it, right? You're called Savy? If I'm wrong, tell me. Don't turn me into the guy who calls Stanley Savy the whole trip. Don't make me that guy. That guy's an arse," he said with a sarcastic look of hurt on his face.
Maybe we should make introductions, Charlie thought to himself. He was pretty sure he knew everyone else's names (Tala, Azriel, Mariaaaaaannnnnn...jello?) but just to be certain. "I'm Charlie, by the way," he said to no one in particular, scanning the ground for signs of horses' hoof prints in the packed ground.
They had to work fast, he realised; the light was fading, which wouldn't help their search at all. So they weren't just batting the snow here. They were racing the sun. He addressed their small group in general. "Any of you guys have tracking experience?" he asked hopefully. It would definitely help if everyone knew what to look for. "For those who don't here's a crash course. Tracking one-oh-one! Scan the ground for signs of indentations; the ground's hard, so they won't be deep, probably barely there. Folded and bent grass helps as well. If you see any broken twigs in bushes, or parted branches, holler. Then We can't be too careful. Then there's my personal favourite: strings of mane or tail snagged in foliage, tangled in thorns and that. All signs of horses passing. And of course... dung. Gross, but important," he told them, checking off everything he could recall off the top of his head. He tried to remember all the things he'd learned first. Grass, twigs, dung... yeah, that seemed like everything.
The wind wailed through a copes of trees, rattling branches, shaking leaves loose with a sound like a gang of angry maracas. Slow billowed at him for a moment, and then it was back to slow and gentle, meandering down from the clouds like nothing in else in the world mattered. He hoped desperately that the snow wouldn't pick up. If it stayed like this, they at least had a few hours. Speaking of which...
"No added pressure but as Savy pointed out, it's snowing, and that's gonna wash away or cover our clues. And the sun's setting, which means if we don't pick up a trail soon, we'll be searching for it by the romantic light of the moon. Great for dates, but makes our jobs twice as difficult. So who's pumped?!" he asked, hoping nobody was stuck brooding and gloomy at the thought of Bachelor blood. Charlie, at least, was going to have FUN. |
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aashleyb
Olde Herd
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 6, 2015 4:27:51 GMT -5
Salvato .................. The smile that was returned subdued the momentary anger that had prodded him just moments before, and he found he still held his own smile because of it. Relief rolled through Savy from the stallions acknowledgement that he was in fact a skilled tracker. He didn't think twice of the stud's self-praise; he'd eat up all the lightheartedness he could get for the time being. Savy's ear twitched when Charlie declared his nickname as though it was some sort of news. He listened to Charlie's statement and was slightly bemused by the horses' comfort-ability in light of the situation, sending through him another wave of relief. Unicorns know I would probably walk straight back home if I had to do this myself.
"Charlie...." He nodded to him; "The name is Salvato, but I prefer to be called Savy." he tucked his muzzle in gently as he'd officially introduced himself to the group, being sure to look everyone in the eye at least once. The only reason he'd known Charlie's name is because he'd overheard Vasska summoning him. He couldn't even guess what the others' names were...except the knight...Oz-something? He wasn't sure.
Savy reflexively began to scan the ground as Charlie did, all the while taking heed to his tracking advice. He lifted his fore-hoof to the side to see that it'd only made a light impression on the ground below. It's because I'm big...isn't it. He exhaled slowly at the realization of the fact that not every horse was as heavy as he was, and therefore the likelihood of finding their tracks in the soil would be that much more challenging. The air was still warm enough that he couldn't see his breath, and the snow didn't appear to be sticking to the ground...yet. Savy began to carefully scour the surroundings for the evidence that Charlie was listing off.
He was still trying to absorb what instructions were given when an exuberant question hindered his focus. He glanced over to the stallion to see he was indeed being serious, and he almost laughed at the sick humor of it all. Here they were, trying to find Bachelors to bloody up for little more reason than because Vasska said so, and because it'd probably please the unicorns, potentially getting murdered in the process...or becoming murderers...and their team leader seemed absolutely unmoved by it. Savy couldn't recover from his confusion before a similar wave of exuberance billowed through him and he blurted "Pumped me up!" He returned his focus to the surrounding brush with a smile sticking to his lips that he couldn't find reason enough to remove. This is insane.
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 6, 2015 11:21:43 GMT -5
Tala Being in an unfamiliar territory set Tala on edge. Each rustle of snow-topped grass, each call of a strange bird, each twig that creaked felt like a Bachelor sneaking up, ready to pounce. The dun mare found herself constantly looking over her shoulder, never letting her eyes stray from the terrain around her. In a strange way, she loved it. The feeling of being constantly alert for danger gave her a jolt of adrenaline, warm and heavy, that was intoxicating. Every sense tingled and clamored for attention, and the whirlwind of chaos was exhilarating. Danger was thrilling. She was putting her life on the line, and it was reckless and wonderful and terrifying all at once. Charlie's voice broke the silence, and the dusky mare was yanked from her reverie. She peered at him curiously out of the corner of her eye. He seemed strangely cheerful despite the situation, even trying a bit of humor. Was he just trying to lighten up the mood, or was he always like that? She didn't know him well enough to say which, but she supposed the mood could use some lightening. Sending a group of five horses up against the entirety of the Bachelor Herd and quite possibly their deaths tended to do that. "Tala," she said briskly, and left it at that. Always one for introductions, she was. "Tracking is not my forté, but I know the basics," she added, flicking her eyes back to the terrain in front of them. Tala was fairly good at tracking during a sunny day, but snow and sunset made things much more complicated. Minute clues like tiny kicked-up piles of dust were nearly invisible in the dark, and if the snow kept up it would soon bury any tracks that the Bachelors might have left. Nevertheless, she began the search for evidence. Tracking wasn't exactly her specialty, but she would try. She had to. Captain's orders. There. Something new. The mage approached it, holding her breath in case she might disturb it. A few stems of grass, crushed underneath a hoof. Or was it a paw? It was too dark for her to make out the print... but perhaps someone else could? "There's something over here," she called, turning to the others. "I don't know what it is, but it could be worth looking at."
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 6, 2015 13:43:07 GMT -5
Charlie
---------------------------- "Savy it is!" Charlie confirmed with a brief nod. At her words, his gold eyes drifted towards the dun mare, Tala. Charlie had only ever seen her from a distance before this, a passing glance as he trotted through the herd. He'd never thought much of or about her until now. In fact -- he was pretty sure this was the first time he'd ever heard her speak. "Nice to meet you, Tala," he told her, hoping it came out genuine and warm instead of forced and rehearsed. He really did mean it. In Charlie's book, any day he met someone was a good day. Unless, of course, that someone happened to be a bloodsucking Batchelor stallion with an incurable case of the crazies.
He gave her an approving grin when she mentioned she'd known the basics. That was definitely a good sign; things were already looking up! They'd be home before they knew it! ... probably not, but it was a nice thought. "Good! No, great! We need all the help we can get."
Savy's enthusiastic outburst was much appreciated. "YEAH Savy! THAT'S what I wanna hear!" he told him with an energetic spring to his step. "Okay, let's hop to it! I guess we fan out. I'll take... I dunno, that general direction. Savy... you take... anywhere else. I dunno. If you find anything, holler! But quietly. Because there could be predators out here. What can kill you on East Island? Aside from longwinded basta--ah, Bachelors," Charlie asked nobody in particular, already starting to wander off in his own extremely general direction. He stood back, ran his eyes over the landscape. Nothing glaringly obvious, unfortunately. It was time to get down and dirty. Luckily, most of the Bachelors were quite large; they were bound to leave some sort of impression on the landscape. He pressed his head to the ground, covered perused the hard ground, and turned to examine a clutch of bushes. He found some snapped twigs low to the ground, probably a fox or something -- and then a long, barely there set of footprints impressed int he dirt, the back ones heavier than the front. A hare. An ex-hare, but the looks of that fox. Charlie winced, remembering his childhood best friend. There was no way a little bunny like that could make her way all the way out here, was there?
Tala's voice cut through his memories. His ears found her first, his eyes soon after. His ears perked excitedly at her news, and then drooped when he remembered the thing they were tracking wasn't a good one. It wasn't some lost foal in search of it's mother. "What you got?" Charlie asked, trotting over to check it out. There was indeed a vague impression of a print in the dirt. It was smudged and scarred, but roughly the size of a hood. "That's not you, is it, Sav?" Charlie asked, looking from the hoof print to his party member. It looked like it would belong to someone about that size, about that weight. But it was old; he figured it'd been around a day or so longer than they had, maybe more. "Good find, Tala. Good find," he told her distractedly, looking towards the bushes the hoof print pointed towards. He dipped his head down, moved forward, saw the vague indent of a second print. Smaller, lighter. "This is a different horse, isn't it?" he asked, excitement starting to rise despite himself. |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 6, 2015 14:35:51 GMT -5
Marianela
The mare stood still, listening to voices around her of the other horses. Her mind wasn't exactly with her in this current moment, she was far too absent-minded to pay attention The King's words nor the plan to find a trail.
Marianela shuddered and snorted loudly, skin twitching with loose strands of her forelock having fallen across her eyes and the plume in her hair tilted a little too far forwards. 'Well...That was a way to get back into the real world.' She blinked a few times and lifted her thick head, eyes fluttering still and glancing around at the others. Oh how she wished she had been paying attention. She rolled her shoulders back as her neck stretched out and she tossed her head back in a quick whip to rid her forelock from her vision. She looked to each individual horse then to the setting sun, watching the beautiful light slowly fade away. It was getting a little too cold for her so she did what she knew would help her. Marianela slid slyly and slowly over towards Charlie, seeking out his body warmth. No, she didn't say a word, she just simply acted out and remained quiet once she was happily comfortable.
When the mare....Tilly? Tally? ... When THAT mare made her discovery and the others went to investigate it, Marianela hung back and watched curiously. What on earth could they be talking about? After a few minutes of a blank mind, she walked over there to see what all the hubba bubba was about. "What are we looking at?" She asked rather stupidly. |
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aashleyb
Olde Herd
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 6, 2015 15:13:18 GMT -5
Salvato .................. Savy was really beginning to enjoy the company of Charlie in this situation. His up-beat attitude was the only thing at this point that's keeping him grounded and present.
Tala...OK. He quickly looked her over, committing the name to her face to keep from forgetting it in the future. What little white she had on her legs stood out in contrast to her deepening color as the flakes of snow penetrated through the waning daylight.
Good, he thought to himself, more than one of us has experience tracking. The air he breathed rushed in more effortlessly as yet another wave of relief flitted over him. He made slow progress in a direction nobody was looking as Charlie's voice hovered not far behind. He took a moment to glance up at the sky just as a couple of birds, similar to those he'd remember seeing when he was much younger, were making their way towards the Isle of Olde. Hope they're not trying to avoid something. A pang of sadness and longing tugged at the poll of his head as he watched them disappear as quickly as they'd arrived. Freedom. Not like the freedom of being without a herd, or without responsibilities, but the freedom to see the world around you without the limitations of gravity holding you back. He racked his brain and suppressed the life-long fascination that'd seemed to become more of an obsession after years in isolation. You don't have time to mope, idiot. That last word echoed off the walls of his skull before the welcome sound of Tala's voice interrupted it.
He quickly approached the others, and watched as Charlie inspected Tala's findings. Savy knew he himself hadn't stood there, and he shook his head in response to the question. Charlie'd found another print and he followed him towards it; he trusted that the tracker would know if the print belonged to the same horse or not. The tan spotted mare, who'd been keeping to herself...keeping her words to herself that is...approached them. "Prints.", Savy said quietly, trying not to be a nuisance in case anyone beat him to the answer. As they passed by more brush, Savy recalled Charlie's earlier mention of predators and he shifted to a serious tone, directed at everyone in general: "Quiver Back live here. I don't know if they live in a concentrated area but...", he glanced around at the heavy trees and brush surrounding them before casting them a serious gaze, "judging by our current location, I think we should stick together."
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 6, 2015 18:45:55 GMT -5
Tala Charlie's identification of the prints as equine in origin made Tala's head shoot upwards, scanning the area once more for any signs of encroaching Bachelors. The snow, blown occasionally by the odd gust of wind, limited her vision, and she was unable to see or scent anything else. With any luck, the snow would also veil them from any predators -- quiver backs, was that what the spotted black stallion had called them? -- because getting attacked by a pack of angry whatever-they-weres wasn't exactly the best way to sneak into enemy territory unnoticed. Glancing upward at the sky, she sent a brief prayer to the unicorns to aid them in their mission to make right the crime that the Bachelors had committed so many years ago. She wondered if the snow was their blessing. "Agreed," she replied, turning towards Savy. "Remaining close would be best." Looking over at the creamy freckled mare who still hadn't given her name, Tala wondered if she'd heard any of the conversation. Apparently not? Possibly she had been too far away to hear. Whatever the true reason was, Tala's guess only reinforced Savy's words. They would have to be within eye- and earshot of each other, always. Preferably quite close together, so that their voices wouldn't attract the attention of quiver backs or Bachelor scouts. Best not to speak in anything louder than a low voice. "Perhaps... If we can find some more tracks, we might be able to follow them to the herd's grazing grounds," she suggested, shooting a glance at Charlie in case she had said something wrong or stepped out of place. The striped mare wasn't sure if she was supposed to say things like that, since he was the leader of the group after all. He seemed easygoing enough that he might not care, but she couldn't ever be sure. Lowering her head, Tala snuffled at the grass to see if there was any recognizable Bachelor scent left on the tracks. She caught a few leftover traces of what might be Bachelor, but it was masked by the sharp coldness of snow. Not helpful, she grumbled internally with a roll of her eyes. She took a few steps farther, beyond the second print, trying to find anything else that might be of use in their search, but she was not an adept tracker at the best of times and this was not one of the best. -- Wordcount: 405 |
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 7, 2015 2:40:27 GMT -5
Charlie
---------------------------- Charlie nodded his agreement to Savvy's answer. "More specifically bachelor prints. Any sign that horses other than ourselves have been here at all. Bent grass, snapped twigs and snarled bush branches ... wait a minute, I gave this speech, right? Was that all in my head?" he asked, pushing the incredible sense of deja-vu away. He was pretty sure he'd said it out loud, because there was that whole 'pumped' exchange between Savy and himself. That was a good sign. Unless that was also in his head, which was improbable.
A shiver ran down his spine at the mention of the Quiver Back. They were probably the last things on land he wanted to run into in the the dark, with their night vision and his extreme lack of anything of the sort. "Seconded. Everyone try to remain within eyesight of each other at all times. For the moment anyway; until the situation demands we do otherwise." He had no doubt that that time would come, and most likely much sooner than he would have liked, but for the moment they would seek solace and safety in their numbers.
Charlie nodded at Tala's input. It made sense. "The tracks are at least a day old," he announced uncertainly. Nothing was ever as simple as following a line of breadcrumbs, was it? "Older trails are more difficult to follow, but we'll try our best. With luck, we'll catch up to at least these two by daybreak. If they cross a river, we're out of luck. If their prints are tampered with or interrupted... we'll just have to start again, won't we?" he asked nobody in particular, a hint of exhaustion in his words. This wasn't going to be an easy trip; he was tired just thinking about it. For a brief moment, he allowed his mind one singular, non-work related thought: I wanna go home. And then he snapped it up in a metal cage and buried it.
"We'd better get started. We don't wanna loose all the light just yet," he muttered, following the direction the prints were pointed at. For a moment he trotted in silence, keeping his eyes glued on the ground for any sign of the twin prints, walking side by side (generally), each worn and scuffed by exposure to the nature and the elements. His eyes stopped on a fresher set of hoof prints, ground into a crevice between a few wonky looking boulders. "Those though... those are new," he pointed out, trotting carefully over to them, wide eyed at the fresh definition of the print. There was another one -- and another. Two horses, maybe three, all leading away from the grassier paths, veering toward rock and dust. He turned back to his crew. "I think we'll have better luck down this way," he told them. "Unfortunately." He liked the look of the easier, grassier paths better. He clambered over the rocks that seemed to block the path and continued a few paces ahead.
"So what are you guys gonna do when we find 'em?" he asked. "In a perfect world, what would happen? Me... I think I'd like to free the mares, and enslave the arse holes, make them fight for our amusement, tell them the looser gets his neck snapped. We wouldn't do it of course, but they wouldn't know that. Unicorns know they need a bit of karma rolling around and putting them in their place," he snarled, remembering back to the ferocity of the battle, the broken spirits of the bachelor females. |
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Post by elesette on Jun 7, 2015 3:09:17 GMT -5
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aashleyb
Olde Herd
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 7, 2015 5:14:31 GMT -5
Salvato .................. Savvy felt it safe to assume that Marianela's apparent lack of attention was the reason Charlie was repeating himself. He glanced over at her in hopes that she'd actually heard what Charlie had to say that time. They couldn't afford to have a single one of them acting as an added weight, rather than support, for the group; there was just too few of them.
Tala acknowledged Savvy's suggestion. Stick together, that was going to be vital when the dark overtook the night. 'Until the situation demands we do otherwise.' Savvy traded the weight on his back leg as a surge of discomfort billowed through his veins, threatening to torment him. He prayed inwardly that they wouldn't be forced into a situation where they had to separate. Albeit these horses were little more than strangers to him, there was a comfort in their current consolidation. His eyes ran across the group, analyzing their height and possible strength as a team, and hoping his constant training wouldn't let any of them down, should the time come to utilize it. Please don't come....
He'd noticed the new prints the exact same time Charlie called them out. Slowing to a stop, Savy remained a safe distance apart while giving the stallion room to investigate. Although it was gentle, the light snow-fall hadn't ceased, and there was just enough light left to see varied colors of blue weaving through the sky. He brought his attention to the path Charlie pointed out...unfortunately. Rocks weren't anything new to Savvy, given that a lot of his entertainment as a colt involved playing on the rocks of the Ailin Mountains; he preferred to avoid them, though, as rocks usually meant cliffs.
They'd been shrouded in darkness for what felt like hours; this, on top of the uneven ground, caused Savvy to accidentally bump into the others as they progressed on-wards. He let out a couple of Sorry's before giving up on apologizing all-together. Nothing like getting comfortable around an acquaintance or two than by sharing body heat. The unfamiliar path had him on edge as it wrapped around a couple of cliffs here and there, forcing them into a tight line with muzzles to hips. Charlie finally broke the concentrated silence between them with a sarcastic suggestion. Savy smiled to himself as he heard the stallion's remarks, but he had a bit of a different picture form in his head. All but you, mother...your karma's prepared a different fate, he thought deep within himself. It wasn't in his nature to be violent, but she was the trigger for an ulterior attitude. The very reason he'd avoided their first battle was to avoid her...to avoid the nearly uncontrollable rage that her face filled him with. "Karma would be the least of their worries.", he gushed in a tone that was detached with no direction.
A brief silence was exchanged between them before Savy suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Before anyone could ask, he let out a quick "Shh." He'd picked up his head and twisted his ears left and right, trying to find the source of the foreign noise he'd heard just seconds ago. Closing his eyes as though the darkness dampened his hearing, he tried listening harder. Apart from the sound of a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees, came another voice; it was too faint to distinguish what was said, but loud enough to give a direction. Head still held in place, his eyes shot open to meet Charlie's similarly golden stare, "You hear that? There's more than one...."
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 7, 2015 14:06:59 GMT -5
Tala The snow was beginning to settle on her back as Talaara picked her way along the narrow goat path, keeping one eye on the ground in front of her to ensure that she didn't place her hooves anywhere where they might slip. A sprain out here would certainly be fatal-- even if she was able to walk afterwards, there was no way for her to make it all the way back across the land bridge to a healer-- and she would be a huge liability to the group either way. If she was injured, the best thing for her to do was die. Would they kill her if she told them to? She wasn't sure if they would do it, but hopefully they wouldn't have a need to. She continued to look for other prints, but her search had been fruitless so far. As to be expected. Whoever these horses were, they were clearly clever enough-- or reckless enough-- to risk traveling over rocks, leaving no tracks behind. Ah, well, she thought with a wicked grin. Two can play at this game. None of them would leave behind tracks either. Savvy stopped suddenly, and Tala did not, walking right into his rump. Before she could issue a brief apology and ask why he stopped, he shushed them, and Tala listened. Sure enough, she caught a few voices drifting on the wind. The source was somewhere ahead. "... have to be careful," said one voice, a stallion. "Remember the orders."She glanced quickly at Charlie, wondering if he'd caught that. Did you hear that? she mouthed. -- Wordcount: 265 |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 8, 2015 16:02:11 GMT -5
Marianela
Marianela listened to them go on, her tail whipping in the chilled breeze and snow knotting with her hair. She shuddered once again, closing her eyes and exhaling heavily to try and clear her mind. Well it was already pretty blank. Plodding along quite far behind, she took her time catching up when they had stopped to analyse the voices they heard. Voices? NEW voices!? Marianela's eyes lit up and her ears pricked forwards. "New friends?~" She chirped rather loudly, brushing past the others and heading in the direction of the voices, oh so determined to meet them. New friends meant great things for Marianela!
The draft mare glanced back at the others, eyes wide with joy. "New friends!" She grinned again with delight and a little giggle escaped her more. "Lets meet them!" She gave a little buck and began to trot to the voices. The issue was that she didn't quite realize that perhaps seeking out these voices could mean that there would be great trouble to follow... |
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