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Post by BrindleTail on Jun 18, 2015 19:11:41 GMT -5
BRUTUS
The giant had zoned off to the sound of his own thudding heart, not a stallion of long thought nor conversation when it came to such group settings. In that aspect he was more machine than being, and small talk made his spine crawl. He had become quite unawares when he noticed a reaction from the king, ears flicked forward to something Brutus's poor senses weren't privy to. Voices.
A shriek.
He did hear that.
A broad smile split his lips as they quickened their pace through the mountains, earning Lars, a comrade and Ishmael before that. Their numbers made him giddy now. And unless the shriek came from a particularly cowardly stallion, they had mares with the opposing party. Broods. This wouldn't be a battle, it would be a massacre, an execution.
As if akin to his thoughts, Cain breathed the command of ambush and it was all Brutus could handle not to roar a trumpeting cry. It was the only time he'd ever wished he was more skilled in his gift, not that he usually gave a damn. He would split the canyon with its running waters and drown the Oldes as he filled the canyon. But that he'd save for another time.
Like angels of death, no, gargoyles, they descended down into the soon to be graveyard of the enemy.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 18, 2015 20:29:42 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
Upon reaching the canyon, Cain's orders where to spare no mercy to those Olde as they are given the orders to ambush on sight. The pale white stallion's devious smiled even wider then it did before, how could he not be overjoyed when it means he was able to do as he pleases. He can hear it now their shrieks and begging him to stop... until his ears picked up a shriek towards the canyon snapping him out of his daydream. Lars couldn't be more right with his decision to join this group, things were about to get real interesting. Though a cord strike him as he felt as if the voice was a tad familiar but it was on the tip of his tongue, yet he shook his head a few times and didn't pay much attention to it any further. He didn't need any more distraction as he was getting new toys to play with.
There was no need to tell with how Brutus felt, it was obvious as the large stallion felt giddy as he and the other light coated stallion joined the fray as the orders where given. Lars tapped the ground a few times in excitement before looking at the surrounding scanning the canyon for a more perfect place to ambush the poor souls that were about to engage with them. To him they were mere plaything unless proven otherwise.
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 18, 2015 21:56:19 GMT -5
Tala The quietness was getting underneath her skin now, and it was making Tala jittery. The voices had all but ceased, and all she could hear was the breathing and hoofsteps of the rest of the group. In the absence of stimuli, her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. She spun around towards a trumpeting snort, scanning the hidden crannies above them for horses who were trying to hide. Nothing. No one else seemed to have heard it. Was she the only one to hear it, or was her mind fooling her? A small clod of snow sliding caught her attention. She could see nothing that had triggered it. There were no hoofprints or horses near where it had originated. That was of natural origin too, right? The mare couldn't trust herself to say yes or no anymore. She couldn't tell what was going on, and she forced herself to mentally recite everything she knew so far about them. She knew that there were horses, likely Bachelors, and likely hostile (because for the love of unicorns, there was no such thing as a kind Bachelor, despite what some crazy horses said!). They were trying to conceal themselves. They were also likely trying to spy on them. There were multiple horses, and at least some were stallions; probably all, considering their stance toward mares, but she couldn't rule a mare or two out. Was there anything else? Tala racked her brain, trying to think of something-- anything-- else she knew about them, but came up with nothing. Suddenly, hoofbeats reached her ears. Loud hoofbeats. Heavy hoofbeats. Whoever it was, they were running. The mare bared her teeth in a defiant snarl, realizing that they'd been lured into a trap. Unicorns, help me defeat these bastards, she thought, sending a brief message towards the heavens. Wordcount: 304 |
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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 18, 2015 23:13:03 GMT -5
Salvato.............Savy had his eyes scanning over the ears of the horses in front of him when the ground finally began to level out, leaving the threat of the cliff just a short distance behind them. Although he was relieved that they'd finally stepped away from that treacherous path, he couldn't help but note that there didn't seem to be a clear way out. Perhaps missing something behind the random foliage growth and flurries of snow, he began making huge strides along the edges of the canyon face, seeking veins and trails that could lead them out. You've got to be kidding me.... "Someone wanna help me look for--"; he hung his sentence in the air as the sound of many hoof-beats reached his ears, amplified by the large rock walls of the canyon they'd ignorantly entered.
Abandoning the search, he swiftly sprinted towards an opening that faced the direction the noise was coming from, sliding to a stop, and leaving a clear print of his active presence in the snow beneath him. Smirking to himself as a rare moment of appreciation for gravity flashed through him, he planted his hooves firmly on the ground below, bracing for whatever was quickly approaching. Azriel and me.... He unwillingly made it a point in his head that he and Azriel were the only two of the group that had consistently and heavily trained and worked for situations like this. He'd hoped it'd been a more fair fight, for both parties involved, but he quickly trashed the notion as they had lost their rights to reason the moment they stepped on Bachelor territory. He briefly glanced at the others around him, hoping to see faces of awareness and readiness.
All the nerves that he'd summoned meditating on this moment hours before-hand instantaneously melted away into the breeze. His mind had cleared, his muscles flooded from the warmth of his blood, and he remembered why he became a knight in the first place. Swishing his tail in anticipation, head held deep and forward, he let a low and lingering nicker rumble up his throat and out into the air.
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 19, 2015 18:07:04 GMT -5
Charlie
Charlie heard them long before he saw them. At first, it was the ghost of hoofbeats against the rock and building snow -- a steady thunk, thunk, whuff, thunk, thunk as they sped over the uneven, dangerously condensed pathways that wound up the side of the mountain. A fist of sheer terror wrapped it's fingers around his throat. They couldn't be caught here, walled in on the left, faced with nothing but empty sky on the right. Not when they were so close to the top. There must be something up there. Something wide if not flat. A better place for a fight. "Run!" he commanded, bursting into a full on canter to close the rest of the short distance between his small, ragtag crew and the 'safety' of the hill top. They had to make it. They had to. He refused to give the Bachelors the advantage.
His hooves beat against the ground, ringing off of walls, echoing off of stones and snow. He didn't care who heard them at this point. His legs worked furiously, kicking up a fine dust of powder behind him. He leapt over a fallen log, stumbled as he vaulted over a boundary of boulders, and finally emerged on something more or less wide, more or less flat. It wasn't the top, but it was better than nothing. At least there was space to fight. Not much. Better than nothing, he thought to himself again as a two huge figures curled around the pathway, exploding into what was now their battle ground. One, he recognised from the war -- a big, brutish beast, roan with a face full of scars. The other he'd never seen before in his life; he was smaller, but not by much. Saying they had the hight advantage was an understatement at best. Charlie could only hope they were faster and smarter.
He huffed out a curling cloud of breath as the snowfall swirled around them, heavier now than it had been, presenting them with a whole nother danger. This wasn't going to be fun.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 20, 2015 11:18:28 GMT -5
Marianela
That damn fallen log, Marianela was trying to overcome it after he yelled for them to run. Run from what? This log? The mare struggled to keep up let alone get over THIS DAMNED LOG! She ended up walking around it and flicking her ears. She could hear other hooves. Did they belong to the voices from earlier? She hoped so! Maybe they weren't as mean as predicted but from Charlie's panicking... Marianela shrugged her shoulders and began to trot after everyone, stopping when she noticed movement from above. OH. She squealed with delight.
"Oh! Hello! Come run with us! I-I don't know where we are going- GUYS WHERE ARE WE GOING." She called after them with glee, Marianela flicked her tail and jumped on the spot a few times with excitement. "Are you coming to be our friends? Friends are the greatest!" She giggled and looked around once more before cautiously lifting a hoof. "Why is everyone acting strange?"
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mythicalprancer
Loner Faction 
Almost done with uni! Going to begin replying to RPs waaaayy more frequently ;)
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 20, 2015 14:09:48 GMT -5
The arrival of the late comers had slightly irritated the fiery stallion, but at least it meant they had grown in number. This made a confident smirk casually cross his muzzle, now they definitely did not stand a chance. When his leader commanded them to move, Ryuko felt no hesitation in his legs to do what was asked. Though stallions like Brutus, Lars and Ishmael had gotten a head start, he only saw this as a challenge. For warriors like Brutus, strength and weight leverage was their power but Ryu was muscular enough to be strong without losing his speed. He set out full force to catch up with the group, making sure to keep his steps light and keeping minimal weight on the ground to avoid the thundering sound of a gallop. However, ahead of them one of the Olde members was already calling out. "Broods" he hissed as he moved with his comrades, seeing the naive and air headed female call out in glee for them to join in a race? Please darling, he thought to himself in mockery, this is war and you stand no chance. By the looks of it, the whole group was doomed, with only a few stallions to combat the brutal force that was the united group of bachelors. With his competitive nature, he wouldn't lose no matter what had to be done. "Show them what it means to cross a Bachelor" he added mostly to himself, but he was sure the others could hear the fire in his voice.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 21, 2015 13:58:49 GMT -5
Cruelty was a necessary tool occasionally, and it seemed that this would be one of those cases. The Olde herd was like sitting ducks, lost in these winding canyons, away from home and everything they ever loved. It didn't seem a fair fight - but nothing was fair when it came to war. Cain's pale eyes narrowed as he felt the slow, silent stream of horses passing him, pressing against him as they flooded past and down into the canyon where the Olde herd had boxed themselves in. As all of the others filed past, Cain fell in behind them, his small hooves dancing over the packed earth with quiet ease. The excitement of the others was reaching a sort of fever pitch within him - he felt it so acutely, his body reacting with his heartbeat accelerating and his nostrils flaring, eyes widening just slightly. He absorbed their emotion seamlessly, their pride, their desire to rend and tear and kill, the thrill of the hunt. His lips raised in a snarl as he sped up along the path beside Ryuko, the firey stallion's disdain for the grey-and-chestnut mare sinking into Cain's bones. His eyes danced from her, to the other mare, who seemed oddly alerted to their presence. The Marwari scoffed as his lips curled into a cruel smirk, the cocktail of his herdmates emotions morphing into a beastly thing.
Cain reminded himself, through the haze of murderous delight, that he had to remain separate from it, at least somewhat. He had fallen into Vasska's righteous anger headfirst during their encounter, and he had suffered greatly for it. Now, he had to make sure he had his wits about him as he charged into battle, eyes scanning for all enemies that might linger or hide. The call of 'Run' split the silence like a blade, and the Olde stallion's determination was collected. There was no where to go. This was their end.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 21, 2015 14:58:42 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
As each member pass one another racing down towards the canyon where the Olde have trapped themselves, the intense atmosphere filled the air fueling one another's desire to destroy the sorry excuse of a herd once and for all. Lars devious smile never leaving his face, as he did a quick scan to find the most highly possible novice knight and take them out first and foremost. His eyes landed upon a large stallion was whos coat was black as night coated with different spots. The thrill was rising inside him and his blood boiled as if it was on fire, heart beat racing like thundering hooves diving into battle. As the pale stallion galloped towards his target the snow gave him good camouflage as he was literately as white as the snow itself.
Admist from locking on his target his ears picked up a broods voice, he laughed as the mare wanted them to join them to race? What was this a foal play date? He couldn't believe how the Oldes could send such sorry excuse to a battlefield. Then again the mares annoying tone came a crossed his mind tugging at him as if there was something he needed to remember. Shaking his head the male snorted. "I'll take care of that little brood later, after I have my fun with the knights."
Run!
A stallion's voice could be heard telling the poor soul to make a scamper off, but it was too late. They were going to wish they hadn't even set foot on the Bachelor's land every again.
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Post by rrath on Jun 21, 2015 16:41:32 GMT -5
Azriel - - - - His head raised in alarm as everything seemed to go quiet. That wasn’t right, was it? It couldn’t be… The only sound in the air was the awkward shuffling of his team’s footsteps as they went along in the silence. Every pebble clicking against a hoof made his head turn. Every large breath from made his ears swivel. A tingle went up his spine whenever something broke the silence. Yes. Things were defiantly not right. Right on cue, before he could say anything, Bachelors.
His gaze swung to Salvato’s swift movements, straight towards the danger. He was a knight – right? That made sense… Wait… Shesh, he was dense when distracted. As if following his cue, he quickly followed after the stallion, at a pace slightly questionable compared to him. Shaking his head, he lowered it. Odds would either be in their favour, or most likely not. His eyes scanned the area, looking out for just how many danger they were in. They didn’t have surprise. They were probably outnumbered. Probably more experienced horses. Plus they were more or less trapped. Oh how the odds were in their favour. Shoving his mind clear, now wasn’t the time to get distracted. They didn’t need to higher the odds of the opponents.
He could hear the sound of one – two? Three? – of this team members running? Not like it mattered, there was no were to go. His feet remained firmly planted on the ground, waiting for the first attack. Let them come; it was unavoidable at this point. From their movements and voices, they were wanting for things to get bloody. Waiting in place, it was the stallion’s shouts toward one of their mares that got his feet to move. His body didn’t hesitate to go dashing after Lars.
No. No one was hurting them if he could help it.
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Post by elesette on Jun 21, 2015 18:47:19 GMT -5
The action happened suddenly. First it was quiet, and then the world was roaring around him. He crawled over a mountain ledge like a cat - each stride he took that of a predator looking at prey. Ishmael felt his stomach turn over and he almost froze as the sudden rush of adrenaline poured through his body. Like his own personal fuel - the pale stallion was ready to shift into drive. He lept down upon the other horses with ease - he was agile despite his lack of practice and could thank his thin frame for that. And then a cry of retreat pierced the sky. Ishmael rolled his eyes in a sort of disappointment. He had remembered the Olde horses being stronger - more fierce than this. Who was he supposed to fight if the olde was going to run away like cowards. He was about to pick up the canter to give chase when his eyes locked with a darker stallion. His ears pinned. Now - there was a horse who knew what he believed in, Ishmael could appreciate that. Ishmael however - was not one to compete in a fair fight - he would not go running to this horse head on.
Instead he galloped past the dark stallion, as if planning to pursue the others. But he did not pursue the others. He turned on his haunches in a quick potion - pointing his body directly at the Olde knight.
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 21, 2015 21:58:14 GMT -5
Tala Tala spun around in a quick circle, scanning the area around her for a halfway-decent place to take on the Bachelor scum. They'd been corralled into what her father liked to call a box canyon, herded in like wolves cornering a pack of deer. No place was a good place to fight here-- they were at a disadvantage everywhere-- but even still, some places were better than others. Her head whipped towards Charlie's voice, and she followed his wild gallop up to a small plateau-ish thing. Whatever its technical name was, it would hopefully provide some measure of height advantage compared to the ground. The mage turned around and faced the encroaching Bachelor party with eyes flashing and ears laid back. So far there were five of them-- all stallions, as she'd suspected; they were so predictable sometimes, and an inexplicable grim laugh bubbled unbidden from her lips at the thought-- but more could be hiding in wait. Talaara wouldn't put it past those sneaky rats. As the horses around her launched into battle, the writhing mass of bodies began to look like a heaving, roiling sea of anger and hatred, and for a long, dizzying moment the mare was not sure who was friend and who was foe. Then she blinked and shook her head, and her vision cleared; she was once again able to differentiate between Olde and Bachelor. With a silent snarl, the mare threw herself into the fray. Wordcount: 242 |
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Post by BrindleTail on Jun 21, 2015 22:26:24 GMT -5
BRUTUS
They filled the mouth of the box canyon like a foul tar, seething forward towards the insurgents with a sickly craze about them. They all felt it. Several of his brothers surged forward, while the massive tank slowed his gait to block off the exit, his giddy chuckle that had started past his lips gurgling into a raucous chortle, bouncing ominously off the stone walls. The proclaimer of death. Like raptors they had herded their target into a kill zone and the Olde Herd was about to learn a very important lesson about the Bachelors.
His beady eyes rolled wildly as he lifted his hulking mass into a rear, his roaring cackle ending on the loud boom of his hooves striking the earth again, the tiny pebbles rattling in their crevices, larger stones rocking loose and falling to the base of the canyon with a clatter. He surveyed the enemy for the first time, bracing himself like a heavyweight. Two broods, three stallions. He almost yawned. Wondering who's blood he'd wear first, he locked eyes on the biggest of the quintet and gave a challenging roar that a tyrannosaurus would have been proud of. Pick on someone your own size and all that.
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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 22, 2015 1:47:01 GMT -5
Salvato...............
Several things happened at once: Most of their pitifully small group reacted to Charlie and ran a short distance to the end of the canyon, a few of the Bachelors burst into view at once, and the snow thickened ever soo slightly, as though it was complimenting the entrance of the large group before them. Charlie's command dropped register in his brain; he'd just checked out their surroundings and knew there was no gain in hugging the wall before they were forced against it. Consequently, being left on the front lines against a group that was comparably dominant to your own was less than ideal. Perhaps one of the elements between this plateau and the next could prove helpful in avoiding at least one potentially fatal attack.
He was still standing his ground when a pair of bright blue eyes met his with wicked determination. He would've been taken aback by their piercing nature if it weren't for their uncanny similarity to his own mother's all-too-familiar glare. The reminder sent an immediate pulse of anger down his spine, and he was bracing himself for defense when Azriel dashed after him, breaking his eye-contact with the steed. Savy had just noticed a massive horse enter the small area and storm to a stop as a lighter, smaller body zipping past him caught his eye. He wasted no time thinking about the large horse ahead of them and began pivoting to chase after the closest horse, but his side was exposed by the time he realized the stallion was aiming right at him....
Post #9
Word Count: 261
Total WG Earned: +5
Total Tier Earned: +4
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jun 22, 2015 3:49:58 GMT -5
Marianela
Marianela squinted at the movement of two horses, they were so pale. Why were they so pale!? They were too hard to see and she just tossed her head in annoyance. She looked around to her group, confused as to why everyone looked so...Vicious, so ready to attack. The mare was awfully confused and flattened her ears. "What's happening?" She asked innocently to anyone within her group, the large mass of stallions making their way down into the valley....Well, they were coming to play atleast so she was somewhat happy. However, the happiness would soon fade away with the aggression shown on their faces and body. The mare bolted for Salvato and stood in front of him, trying to catch his attention.
"I don't think they want to play! I think Charlie was right!" She whimpered, fear lacing her voice as she snapped her head around to look at the horses heading for him. "Maybe we should leave-" She nudged Salvato with her muzzle. What about...tilly? Or the one horse who had tackled her. Or the quiet one who's rump provided a nice rest?
There were so many things going on at once, her brain couldn't quite figure out what to do. Run, help, question, play, cry- There was just too much! She stepped closer and closer to Salvato, mostly for her own comfort since he seemed to provide it...However annoying he was to her only a few minutes ago when walking the trail into this place.
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