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Post by hubahuba02 on Jun 11, 2015 0:30:09 GMT -5
Diony looked to dancer when she asked 'can yo', but away at 'fight'. His knee started to ache and he restrained himself from rubbing it. Even with all his work with Rystar, Diony still hadn't regained his range of motion. Nor could he support all his weight on his front end to kick. He could bite, but what good is that in a battle? Biting is what you do when you're being picked on at training. No power had shown itself , and after all, he was to be a healing mage as made evident by those damned advisers. This was his chance though. To be what his father was, a warrior, his childhood dream that he had moved past, knowing he wouldn't be able to fulfill it.
"I can do what I can" he stated ominously. He wouldn't run, but he'd fight as best he could
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Post by elesette on Jun 11, 2015 1:16:26 GMT -5
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jun 11, 2015 13:39:01 GMT -5
Dancer snorted and shook her head. Great, it seems I'm the only one who can fight here. She closed her eyes to think. "Then, I guess we'll have to ambush them, before they figure out that we're even here."
She looked to Angelia. "No running, you'll do your part in this. It's our job to protect those that don't know they are here, that's the job of a Knight." Thank you, Dad, for teaching me so much before you left. It's also a good thing I got a few years of Rook training as well. "I get that you aren't built for fighting, Angelia, but you've gotta buck up. I've got Arabian as well, I use it to my advantage, and that's just what you'll do."
She stopped again, she had started to pace a little. Her forelock had shifted, so every now and then, you could see the scars over her right eye. She stopped suddenly.
"This might work." She said to herself. "Angelia, you're fast, right? And Diony, you can at least hold their attention for a minute or two right?" Dancer had come up with an ambush plan, but there was still a chance that it could fail.
Unicorns, please help us get through this. Don't let any of us fall, and guide us home safely.
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Post by faiiensilver on Jun 11, 2015 16:46:14 GMT -5
Angelia hissed. They were all goners. All she had on her side was Air Manipulation. Like that could actually help what so ever. "Three horses, gonna save all of Ole, against 4 strong Bachelors. Seems legit." the Arabian mumbled under her breath. She was easily the smallest horse here, and she would likely trip and die. That's how she would go, very heroic.
She raised an eyebrow at Dancer. "In case you haven't noticed, I am but a simple follower, who knows buttkiss about fighting." Angelia replied calmly. Smart talking the leader, smart Angelia, very smart indeed. "But alas, I will die trying." What advantage did she have? She was fast, and short. It'd be a miracle if he would reach one of their chins, which wasn't happening.
Angelia was only doing this for Alabaster's sake. She didn't want him getting hurt. Besides he wasn't built for fighting either. Better she go down than him, he actually had a job to do.
"Fast as it gets for a short Follower." Diony should be fighting, not the distraction... He had more of a chance of fighting than her. "I need to be the distraction." Angelia said. "It'd be plain out stupid for me to do any ambushing." She actually had a chance of not getting caught, which she wasn't going to, even if it cost her life.
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Post by hubahuba02 on Jun 11, 2015 18:20:44 GMT -5
The thought of battle made him sick. He could certainly distract them, as was his specialty. They needed help, but they wouldn't get any with out spreading the word.
"I need to be the distraction. It'd be plain out stupid for me to do any ambushing." Angelia declared.
"No." Diony decided,"You're the quickest way to help. You won't be fighting-" Diony paused, with a glance to Dancer, he was taking to much power from his captain, but there was no way he was going to let a follower get hurt. Guards and Mages knew the risks they took with their rank, but Followers were to be protected. "I can hold my own for long enough, and I'll have Dancer to back me up, you need to get anyone to help." He added, trying to out the mare at ease.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jun 11, 2015 23:41:02 GMT -5
"Why would you be ambushing, Angelia?" Dancer asked, turning a curious eye to the mare. "Like Diony said, someone has to warn the rest of the herd." She looked around, hoping that the group of Bachelors wasn't already on top of them and it would be too late to do anything.
The mare scoffed a little at Diony's words. "I think you'll be backing me up, Healer," she said in a slightly playful tone. "I was a Rook for a while as well, and my father taught me plenty about being a Knight." She grinned at him.
This might work, maybe better than the first plan I thought up. Thanks to their input about their limits and strengths. She sighed and flipped her forelock up, completely showing her right eye and the claw marks that adorned it. This is going to be interesting, very interesting indeed.
"I'd say that there are three or four members on their team," Dancer said, sniffing the air once more. "Think we can still take them, Diony?" She smiled widely at the older stallion. This was a once in a lifetime chance. A chance for her to show her stuff, maybe finding her mother would have to wait if things went smoothly and she somehow was taken back into Rookship.
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Post by poedogs on Jun 12, 2015 0:23:28 GMT -5
Cethin, as much as he hated disobeying orders had to do it. Had to use the form of that of a stag in battle. Once at least, since he had high stamina and was so powerful in his gift... well the recovery would take less time. It happened slowly in front of the other stallions, his bones curving into he skinny, but strong ones of a stag. Antlers sprouted and began to grow until they peaked, an amazing set. His small muzzle reached high. The stag bellowed in greeting to Apollo, Levi, and Ryan his shift making him feel so alive. Oh that was right, language barrier.
Well then, he would understand them, meaning Apollo, Ryan, and Levi, but well. If they wanted to understand him, they'd need someone well-versed in the language of a deer. He was ready to go and he watched as a mare began to edge away from the group, oh how he wanted to run after her and herd her back into the fray, but fighting with to great weapons upon his head seemed much better. As soon as the word was given, the stallion was ready to take off, strong hooves to cover ground quickly. If Apollo wanted Cethin to catch the mare, the stallion was more than prepared to race after her. The black stag motioned towards the group and then towards the mare and cocked his head, hopefully they'd understand and send him off to round her back.
The only thing the stallion didn't seem to know was how furious Apollo might be if the stag play wouldn't work out. He only hoped since a faster recovery was available.
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savannauni
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Post by savannauni on Jun 12, 2015 0:46:56 GMT -5
An unfamiliar scent hit Ryan's nose, his head suddenly picked up. He knew the smell.. it smelled of the Olde. "I smell them." He said talking about the unicorn loving scum, a twisted grin spreading over his face. He looked to his companions, seeing Cethin take the forum of a white stag and said "Lets go boys." He knowing very well that Apollo would get angry with him anyways "And I'm off." he added. The large draft stallion snorted and cantered off, his large spotted body moving quite fast, surprisingly for such a big horse. He knew they had already seen them, and Apollo wanted the deaths quick, so he wasn't disobeying orders. Besides they were already splitting up, one was probably headed to tell Vasska about who they had seen. It only took a little bit for him to reach the band of horses. "Hey kiddos." he said and looked to the slightly taller of the bunch, Dancer.
"Strict orders from Cain passed to Apollo, none of you are allowed to leave alive." He said before running into the mare like a run away freight train. The poor mare was in for quite a shock once Ryan got a whiff of blood.
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5th post +10 WG
(( ooc: like Imma jump right to the action. Sorry apollo.))
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Post by faiiensilver on Jun 12, 2015 1:46:22 GMT -5
(ooc: ok I literally could not restrain myself)
Because maybe I wanted to ambush. Angelia hissed at Dancer from her head. Her teammates seemed to be doubtful about her. She would prove herself to them. She returned her attention back to the group of stallions, there was a deer among them... Ok what the hell. She couldn't outrun a deer! They're bones were more fragile, so she might could break them? Yeah ok, she was strong enough to do that. "But the herd is to far away, I thought I was just out running them or something, tire them down." Well this wasn't going well. They had basically no plan and the Bachelors were getting closer. "You want me to go to the herd?"
A spotted stallion cantered towards them. He spoke of Apollo... He was in charge, she assumed. All the members on this Bachelir team were drafts, they were so gone, great unicorns.
A body slammed into her, "HEY!" she shrieked. Almost falling, she sent a strong current of wind at the draft's knees. Should knock him down. Of course he could be very strong, which was likely.
A body slammed into her, "HEY!" she shrieked. Almost falling, she sent a strong current of wind at the draft's knees. Should knock him down. Of course he could be very strong, which was likely.
Angelia stumbled into a run, careful not to wear herself out too fast. She was the distraction, and a tired distraction wasn't any good. Although she was not going anywhere near the Bachelors. They were all suppose to come out of this dead, she wasn't going anywhere near them. The Arabian mare stayed a few feet away from the group, far enough to get a head start.
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Post by whitew0lfs on Jun 12, 2015 15:18:41 GMT -5
[Warning ; Foul language used, better safe than sorry.]
Apollo widened his eyes as he was coming up with a plan, they had all run off and he was pissed. More than pissed. It felt like a fire was welling up in the bowels of the giant. “RYAN!” He roared, loud enough to spook any horse out of their skin although not quite loud enough to echo throughout the forest and reach unicorn praising ears.
His ears lay flat against his skull, almost seeming like they were ripped right off of his head, as Cethin shifted. Enough. Apollo’s cold eyes watched from the shadows, a few ways off, as they terrorized them; listening to Ryan act as he was the one in charge. Disobeying the palomino fueled the pit of anger, eventually becoming too overwhelming causing him to burst into a gallop - running into trees, young ones at that, and bringing them down like a bulldozer.
The elite sent daggers towards the two horses, his blue eyes piercing the brown ones Cethin’s form held.A maniacal smile formed on his face out of frustration, oh how badly he wanted to smash the very skulls of those dim-witted stallions. Surprisingly Levi was the only one that followed orders and he kept him clear of his mental checklist.
However his gaze then followed to the hides of the Olde mares and a stallion, a grunt escaped his throat in amusement. He circled the three horses, tossing his head up as he inspected each of them rather quickly. Apollo inhaled their scents, they all occupied sweet aromas and he vaguely smirked (anger still strongly present)as he realized the stallion seemed a tad, feminine to say the least.
His blue eyes caught an arabian figure running and he strided over, clamping onto her crest - or so he hoped. Apollo easily spotted the leader of this group, as she held herself proudly, and spoke to her through flesh and hair in his mouth. “You..” He announced, breathing sharply as this all seemed to occur so quickly, “Are going to need a better distraction.” His grip became tighter, swinging the small figure in front of him; praying she wouldn’t slip out of his mouth as the blood was becoming slimy. At this point there were no allies, everyone here besides Leviticus was a traitor in his mind - but for the sake of the mission he’d have to spare the two brutes. Blue eyes were now half lidded, seeming a bit more like a wild animal than a horse but who gave a Fairy - they were all animals in the eyes in the Olde, might as well just put on a “show”.
New posting order:[For the sake of being organized, this new order you MUST follow no matter if you're excited or if "it's taking too long". Thank you ( :
Dancer | Olde 1stAngelia | Olde 2nd Diony | Olde 3rd- Apollo | Bachelors 4th
Cethin | Bachelors 5th Leviticus | Bachelors 6th Ryan | Bachelors 7thFollow this order and everything should be just dandy!
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Post by dragonmissy on Jun 12, 2015 18:42:19 GMT -5
Leviticus saw the olde head or figures. His nose caught wind.His head low like suggested as they were to move quietly and quickly till the herd was seen.All he did was perk his head raised his nose to smell the group head. He would prance behind Apollo in a show like dominate fashion more to scare the Olde herd then to be over Apollo. He though figured they were a team and well didnt know these other horses attitudes of rule breakers other then Apollo's snood of a tude most of the time. So he figured stick by what Mr. sunshine Apollo said or he be attacked my the others maybe. He had no clue. Though Ryan was probably the most like him.
Suddenly Cethin shifted into a stag which was cool to see such a thing happen. His blue eyes looked at the stallion. He would hop at the excitement of going to get some action. Then The stag took off. Levi wanted to but threw his head up as a fight with himself to obey Apollo. He kept moving with Apollo following behind. Then Ryan ran off ahead. Levi gave this dead pan expression like really? He figured he be the one breaking the rules well.. damn. He would shake his head. Grumbled. He watched Apollo as he felt something might happen with him. He doubt Apollo would like this whole charge ahead with out him saying. He felt it. Maybe it was because of the previous objectives he was with him and they seemed to be at each others throat half the time. But this time he surprisingly obeyed. He saw the effect of the run off as Apollo seemed to explode.Seeing the stallion barrel down like a more then pissed pony.
He would smile at this not that he was pissed but he was able to join the others. He would kick his feet into the ground and charge his large body forward. His large feather hooves galloped fast the ground rattled with the heavy footing he had in the ground and saw the mares and the smaller male. He would have his head in a dominate posture as he came up to the group. Giving out a bellow as he met them. They smelled nothing of what he liked. He cant believe they were fighting mares and marish stallion. He would see apollo size up but Levi didn't bother he would rear up and slam back down throwing his head in the air. His ears perked and tail raised. Snorting out harshly at them. He would close the gap between them so it was little escape.He would let Apollo do the talking as he was leader right he should do it.
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Post by dreamer12423 on Jun 12, 2015 23:20:09 GMT -5
Dancer looked to the four stallions. This is not good, not good at all. She gritted her teeth and threw her head a little. Please let Angelia be all right. We need to get through this, we need to live to tell someone about these four.
"And you, are going to need a better team," Dancer shot back at him. "It looks like you don't have very much authority over them." She started to slowly walk over to Apollo and Angelia. She had made sure to flip her forelock back over her bad eye, just to be safe that none of them would try and attack her from that side. This might be too much for Angelia, she's too fragile for this. And Diony is a Healer in training. I feel like I'm the only one here that has had any training for fighting.
Dancer looked for the other three, having noted that one of them had turned into a stag before popping out of the woods. She easily spotted the other three from Apollo. Great, two drafts an elite and a stag. The tall mare felt somewhat hopeless, but a soft breeze fluttered her mane. She smiled to herself, knowing that her father and aunt would help them through this mess they had gotten into.
"And just so you know, some us don't have the strongest belief in the unicorns. They have not once helped me, only my family has gotten me through my hard times," Dancer stated simply. "Some of us might have begun to wonder if they should just pack up and leave to explore the isles of Chevalin. Find out everything it has to offer. Don't get me wrong, I believe in the unicorns, but it's more of a thing to ask for help and put your hope into so it can't be damaged when things don't go the way you hope."
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Post by faiiensilver on Jun 12, 2015 23:43:07 GMT -5
Angelia barely gotten herself to her hooves before Apollo started towards her. The large stallion grabbed to back of her neck. No no no, this couldn't be happening. She screeched in pain at Apollo's tight hold on her crest. She not going down this way. As blood trickled down the side of her neck, she got an idea. Apollo would let her go if he thought she was dead! No use in holding a dead horse in your mouth.
The mare went limp under his grasp, taking shallow breaths. Please unicorns let this work, Angelia prayed to the godly equines. They seemed like the only ones who could help her, as Dancer was just yelling catty comments. She bragged about how she could fight, about how her father taught her knight stuff. Maybe that cold be helpful if she actually used it!
Wait, what she actually to do if Apollo let her go... She couldn't pop immediately back up, the draft would just grab her again. Hopefully no one would torment her if she lied still until she was out of grabbing range. Which they should, there was no point in wasting your time on a dead body. Not yet anyways.
Great unicorns help us please. We can't do this alone.
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Post by hubahuba02 on Jun 13, 2015 15:07:54 GMT -5
Diony kept his eyes on the circling horses. The large cream one took Angelia in his mouth and it took all of Diony's energy not to yell and launch at him to free her. Diony trusted Angelia to live long enough, and once this was over he would make sure she did. Dancer and Angelia's captor threw slander to each other, and Diony hoped internally that they would end this with words and not blood. The stallion's gaze followed the other horses, Dancer had the cream taunter covered after all. There was a Stag thing about the other two horses. They were outnumbered in a way. Diony spent a glance to the forests for any sign of aide, but alas none approached. He turned back and tried to look imposing, but the stallions weren't fooled. They knew battle in a way Diony wasn't familiar. They're brainwashed from birth to consume battle. There was no reasoning with them. It's time to fight.
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Post by whitew0lfs on Jun 13, 2015 22:47:28 GMT -5
Apollo quirked a brow as the buckskin mare spit her venom at him, pointing out how he had no authority over his group angered him since it seemed that way as of now, “I don’t plan on letting that little tantrum slide.” His ears pinned back as she inched closer, he glared at her - knowing this game all too well, along with the silver mare’s game or so he hoped it was a game. The palomino needs the mare as a lure, if it fails he has a back-up plan that he’d rather not think of right now.
“Keep your distance or I’ll snap her neck like a twig.” He growled as his teeth sunk in carefully, her neck now deep enough in his mouth to reach the closest premolar. Apollo prevented the smirk his face wanted to convulse into, instead he focused on his respiration - the elite’s then heavy breathing now evening out smoothly. Cold sapphire eyes shot back at his crew, his eyes moving from them to the leader subtly hoping they’d catch on; then onto the rest of them. Their group outnumbered them and each of them had a horse to take care of, however if Ryan’s stupidity and mindless actions held a priority in that walnut brain of his - this was fair game.
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