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Post by elesette on Jun 4, 2015 18:17:35 GMT -5
Plot
The oriels are well known friends of the Witch Ba'yagu, so when Magdalene receives
news that something has happened to the witch, its up to her and the rangers to find
her. What could have happened to the Witch? Will your team get to her in time?
Time of Day: Dawn
Weather: Chilly, Foggy
Team CaptainMagdalene (Queerly) Team MembersQ Little Bird Keziah August
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-moding 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: Magdalene must post first. Anyone can post after Magdalene. They can post back and forth until someone else posts, when someone else posts they must be entered into the posting order. Example. Magdalene Keziah Magdalene Keziah Q Magdalene Keziah Q Little Bird Magdalene Keziah And so on. This means you do not have to wait for someone to join, but once they do their first post you must wait for them.  |
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Post by queerly on Jun 5, 2015 2:14:49 GMT -5
It was dawn over the Outland Marsh, and a thick, low fog had rolled in to greet them. There was an edge to it that made Magdalene feel spooky, her wispy-thin tail lashing and her hooves stamping at the muck, splattering the sorry excuse for feathering on her hocks. Gnats were buzzing in her ear, making it hard to concentrate; she shook her head hard, scruffy mane slapping against her crest. The little insects were unperturbed, and returned within seconds, trying their utmost to drive her mad. And they would, if the sulfuric fumes of the marsh didn’t do the job first.
They went through this place willingly…? She wondered, incredulous. The Protector could not fathom what sanctuary they had hoped to find beyond the marsh. They obviously didn’t find it.
Her slate gaze shifted to the horses behind her, half obscured by mist. Her… companions, she supposed, the word awkward to her inner ear. If Keziah were to be considered an extension of herself, Magdalene had never traveled with company before, and this, well, this was not how she’d imagined the trend would break.
“Keziah. I want you in my sight at all times.” She instructed, voice gravelly and sandpaper-rough. “August, you’re to stay one horse-length close to Little Bird’s side. Do you two understand me?”
She didn’t want to bring the children along. They were teenaged but still young yet, and likely thought themselves invincible, as children were apt to do. But she would not leave her daughter behind, and August was willing to help. Magdalene could only pray they would favor wit over bravado.
“I trust you understand the mission. The Witch, and all that followed her, are in danger.” She turned to face the two Rangers in her team, hooves sliding in the slick muck. “We now head towards that same danger. Not for glory, or profit, or fame, but because we are Rangers.” The mare paused, and resisted the urge to clear her throat. Lofty speeches were not second nature to her. “We don’t know what awaits us, but we will bring back our brothers and sisters, and leave whatever troubles them in pieces.” Her head swung towards the laced Viserys. "I assume you're of the same mind."
Again Magdalene went quiet, looking from one face to the other, gray eyes searching their gazes. “Right. If you have questions, now is the time.”
Posting Order Reminder
Magdalene
Little Bird
Keziah
August
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jun 5, 2015 17:04:57 GMT -5
The morning air was nippy, sending chills down Little Bird's body. Fog rolled over the marsh, giving it an eery and mysterious feel which was ironic because the reason why they had been gathered was quite a bit of both. The oriels had flown to Olde and told her that the Witch had sent out a plea for help. Upon hearing the news, Little Bird had felt guilt and shame rush through her. She had been on that stupid island where Ba'yagu and the other loners were, and if she hadn't left, she would have been there to help right then instead of having to trek all the way back here to this swamp. Little Bird let out a sigh, huffing air out of her mouth in frustration and worry. Her brown eyes glanced over at the colt who had been the reason for her journey back to Olde: August. He was much too young to be on his own, and she had been worried about his safety during her absence so when the Witch left her on the beach, Bird had thought it best to be useful else where.
Now here she was again about to go to the same creepy island, but this time there was a purpose other than just exploring. There were horses in danger, and it was her, and her group's, job to make sure they were safe. Little Bird looked toward the Protector, a large, spotted mare with a scar running down the left side of her face. She had been a little surprised by the fact that the Protector was a mare. Not because she didn't believe in the strength and wit that mare Rangers held, but because her own family had told her her entire life that she would be second to any stallion that ran against her. Ha! If her father could see her now! 'I told you so, father. I can do anything I set my mind to. I bet you had no idea that the Protector was a mare.'
Her ears flicked forward as the Protector, Magdalene, began to speak, instructing the young ones of the group to stick to close to them. As August was assigned to stay near her, Little Bird gave him a warm smile and an encouraging nod of her head that sent her long, wavy mane cascading over her face. She would protect him with her life as well as any other horse that needed her help. While she wasn't a seasoned fighter, Bird had learned a few ways over the years of how to outwit her opponents. Plus, it helped that she at least knew how to fight. The moves were there inside of her mind from her father's countless hours of drilling them into her, and she might be able to put them to use on this mission. She nodded at Magdalene's words, letting a determined look spread over her face. Whatever was troubling the loners on this new island could possibly be whatever had made the Witch seem so anxious and worried, and if the Witch herself was worried about something, it must be quite the threat. "We can do it. We're Rangers. It's our duty to protect the loners of Chevalin." The roan mare said, looking around at the small band of horses around her as she took a deep, steadying breath. Now was not the time to be fearful. They needed to be strong and dauntless if they were to conquer whatever was to come.
"I've been to this place before... where the others are. It's quite dangerous getting there. There are beasts and monsters laying in wait for us around just about every corner." Little Bird warned, turning her gaze toward the spotted mare to see what the other mare might think of her leaving the island without the Witch's permission. Would she think she were a bad Ranger for not following orders? Surely she would understand if she knew the reasoning behind her leaving the island.
Word Count: 669
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Post by dawnscoming on Jun 5, 2015 18:18:21 GMT -5
Each hoof sank deep into the earth, encrusting Keziah's feathered legs with mud and weeds and weighing her down. The first hour or so had been ok, she had followed her mother through the swamp once before in order to avoid the Bachelor herd and the thick mist the gripped the land was magical and great for hiding. But as the second hour came around, the young mare was already becoming exhausted. Her head was beginning to droop and her hooves dragged across the ground as she paced, allowing for more earth to stick and mat her hair. The occasional puddle would loosened some of the mess that clung to her feet, lessening the weight and perking her spirits, but it was only time before it returned with a vengeance.
Teal eyes looked toward her mother as she warned her firmly to keep close, leaving Keziah to respond with a disgruntled snort. She needed no warning, she knew the rules; Magdalene had drilled it into her young mind from her first memories as a foal. It was not as if things were going to change now but her independence was beginning to work its way to the surface and one day soon, her mother would have to let her go. For now though, deep respect for the mare, now Protector, shone brighter and diligently Keziah moved a step closer to Magdalene's rustic form.
It was Littlebird's sudden outburst that caused Keziah to lift her head, straitening her stance into something more dignified. The group had been so quiet since arriving, Keziah had nearly forgotten they were nearly surrounded. The thought uneased her, originally, having traveled alone since she was small. Magdalene had never let her interact with more than one horse at a time and even then, it was considered rare. Now, it was simply an annoyance and a burden to keep track of everyone who had come to travel on this god-forsaken mission. With a simple flick of her tail, Keziah released the soil that was beginning to accumulate and pranced a few steps closer to be shoulder to shoulder with her mothers white frame. Whatever this new island had in store, it was sure to be new and interesting.
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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Jun 6, 2015 10:45:47 GMT -5
The humid air was thick and warm, and compared to the cool crispness of the Olde Island, was absolutely suffocating. August legs were tired. The little colt had done more walking than he was used to. It'd been years since he wandered the islands. That last time, he'd been with his mother. Frowning, August shimmied closer to Little Bird's side. He occasionally glanced up at her, his large hazel eyes questioning, though he knew that the Ranger knew little more than he did about these affairs. Little Bird was his traveling companion now.
The day before August had run into Little Bird back up on the Olde Island, Vera had come back to the Big Room, announced that she was being called away on some sort of mission, and left, all in the course of a couple minutes. As much as August held his suspicions about Vera, as much as she teased him and berated him, as much as he knew she used him... her sudden absence had ruined him. August was alone again, just as he had been when his mother had hid him from cougars and left. Initially, August had panicked. His response was that of a broken bird; the colt curling up on the stone floor and waiting for the inevitable something to happen. He'd been left alone before. He could wait, he told himself. He could wait.
Thankfully for him, that something showed up not so long after Vera left. Blinking open his glazed eyes from sleep, August grunted curiously at the sound of voices. They were light, and twittery, a pair of sing-song tunes that sounded... odd for some particular reason.
"Ah, Ranger, a lot is at stake!" one twittered.
"It's the Witch..." said the other, August's attention trailing off as he stood up.
The voices were coming from outside, floating in through on of many small holes in the wall of the Big Room. The colt nervously made his way to one such hole, and peaked out. He'd gasped in surprise at what he saw. Little Bird herself, speaking with oriels! Birds that spoke horse? August's head flew back in surprise as he darted over to a larger hole and squeezed out. Rushing to Little Bird's side he wasted no time in nuzzling his face against Little Bird's flank.
From there, well, I'm sure you can assume the rest.
So that was how the foal found himself surrounded by strangers. Knowing nothing of Loner law was making it difficult for August to keep up, but when the large spotty white mare - Magdalene, she had said - told him to stay with Little Bird, he nodded firmly. Little Bird looked down on him encouragingly, and he let out a small if not reassuring smile. He wouldn't be separating from Little Bird if he could help it.
As Magdalene continued her speech, August took the opportunity to stare at his group mates. His large eyes and curious, thoughtful gaze was unnerving, but August wasn't one for social tact, especially after living with Vera for all these years. There was Magdalene herself, the leader of the group, and the 'Protector'. She seemed... intimidating. Next to her was her daughter, Keziah. August's head tilted comically as he gazed at her. A horse his own age... he hadn't seen one since his days in the Bachelor herd, though he wouldn't remember that. For some reason, he couldn't quite pull his eyes away.
He lingered a little more before turning his attention towards Viserys when Magdalene called him out. He was a 'lurker', like August was (whatever that meant). Goodness, this loner stuff was difficult to grasp. Maybe Viserys was as confused as he was about their ordeal, but the older stallion's grim expression held him back from saying anything.
Lastly, Q, the large, scarred stallion drew August's eye. The colt pushed his flank up with Little Bird's, his eyes widening. That was a scary looking stallion, right there. Yes, August would most definitely be sticking with Little Bird.
August sighed and cast his face down. What did he bring to the table compared to all of them? Out of this ragtag group, he played the part of the oddball kid. He wasn't a ranger, or even full grown. Just a small, 9 year old colt that liked playing with bats and collecting odd trinkets. August tossed his head over his shoulder, staring at his home that he was much to far to see. Oh, he was in from something all right. August could tell that much.
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Post by queerly on Jun 6, 2015 20:13:01 GMT -5
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Post by queerly on Jun 6, 2015 22:39:41 GMT -5
Magdalene caught Little Bird's eye as she gave a resounding hear-hear and her heart inexplicably lurched beneath her ribs. The appaloosa was suddenly riddled with anxiety. She feared for her daughter, feared for the little thief tucked against Birdie's side. She feared that she would not be able to lead, or worse still, that she would lead them into the heart of disaster. Little Bird had made it clear that she believed in their small party, believed with such a raw, earnest optimism that it had Magdalene's skin itching with fret. What if she couldn't match what the mare expected of her? What they all expected of her? She had only been named Protector three days ago --
Stop, she told herself, and shook her head with such a ferocity that her short, rigid mane slapped against her crest.
She was the Protector. She had kept her daughter safe for thirteen years, had swam across the frigid sea with her baby on her back. She had plunged into the thick of a war, carnage in her nose and the taste of blood on her teeth, and shielded her dearest friend from danger. She had looked the Bachelor King in the eye.
Magdalene would lead, she would fight, and she would save those that needed her protection. There was no other option. She would not let there be.
The mare closed her eyes, resolved, and when she opened them again, Little Bird was speaking. Her ears shot forward. "You have been there before?" She asked in her rough voice, brows raising. "Then you are an asset. Tell us what you know as we move forward. Just where these birds are leading us, what we will face along the way... and if you have even an inkling, what you think has happened to our brethren."
Speaking of him reminded Magdalene of Castor's presence. The mare glanced up, spying the oriel's shadow as it swept through the fog, flitting in and out of existence. To her eye, he looked as though he were growing impatient... and Magdalene was beginning to feel the same. "It is time to go. Swiftly, and stay together."
With nothing more said, Magdalene turned and plunged into the marsh.
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jun 7, 2015 6:45:00 GMT -5
Little Bird glanced down as August stepped closer to her side, practically gluing himself to her. His eyes were wide, looking to each and every one of the new and strange horses around him. When his eyes eventually landed on Q, she could see him get just a bit closer in fear, though she couldn't blame him. The large, dark stallion was pretty intimidating, and the serious look on his face wasn't really helping with making him look any friendlier.
The roan mare shook out her mane slightly, feeling gnats buzz around her ears. If they didn't start moving soon, the gnats would just get worse, and Little Bird was not fond of bugs biting her. Her brown eyes glanced up at the oriel brother, Castor. He darted about in the sky, disappearing and reappearing in the foggy, morning air.
The Ranger waited anxiously for Magdalene's reaction to her words, feeling her heart clench inside of her chest as she readied herself for yelling, shouting, or a stern scolding for not staying on the island when the Witch had told her to. But, to her relief, the only expression that appeared on the Protector's face was surprise. "Yes, I traveled there with the Witch and the rest of the loners." Little Bird said, nodding her head in affirmation. When the word 'asset' left Magdalene's lips, she could have fainted from the pride and relief that flooded through her. The Protector had just said that she was an asset! "I'll tell everyone all that I know."
When the spotted mare signaled that it was time to leave, Little Bird nodded, looking up at the oriel before glancing back to August. "Stick close. I'll make sure you're safe." She said in a hushed tone, offering the young colt a friendly smile before following after Magdalene into the marsh.
Her hooves sloshed in the wet earth beneath her hooves, and mud slung up, sticking to her legs and belly, but Little Bird didn't let it bother her. She was alright with getting dirty to get things done, and a little mud never hurt anyone, right? Her mind turned from the present back to her memories of the Crescent island: the journey there, the dangers she had faced while there. She would need to tell everyone every little thing she had seen to prepare them for what was to come. "We'll have to cross a landbridge to get to the place where the others are. It's... another island, one that the Witch had kept secret. Getting across the landbridge might be a bit tricky. There are these snakes that cover the path to the island, but the Witch sang this song that soothed them... which might sound a bit crazy, but it worked, and we'll probably have to do the same thing if we would like to remain unscathed." Little Bird explained, looking at each member of their small band of horses.
The Warmblood mare trekked onwards, picking up her hooves that squelched with each step she took in the muddy ground they walked on. "As for what might be troubling them, I'm not very sure. I never saw anything on the island itself that could pose a threat. But whatever it is, the Witch was extremely worried about it." If the Witch herself was anxious about what was on that island, they would have to prepare themselves for the worst.
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Post by dawnscoming on Jun 7, 2015 14:51:29 GMT -5
It was the feeling of being watched that made Keziah turn her head, matching eyes with the young August that clung to Littlebird's side. For a brief moment the two stared at each other, not quite sure what to make of another their own age. Every horse the young mare had met so far had been a friend of her mothers, not herself, and so she had only seen other younglings from a distance. After a heartbeat, the strange trance broke as the colt looked away toward the other horses that had now gathered. The girls teal eyes followed his, landing on the stranger called Q, his massive form and steely gaze sending a tingle down her spine. But unlike August, Keziah found the dark horse intriguing.
It was her mother's voice that drew her gaze away, the Appaloosa finally turning to leave and Keziah following at her heels. Where ever they were going, it was going to be new and different and that was all the grey child needed to hear. Careful to shake the mud from her feathers, Keziah trudged on through the marsh with little problem. She was careful to hold her head high, to show no weakness no matter if their party were friend or foe. She was just as prepared for this as any horse.
The walk was silent until Littlebird began to speak again, recalling her last trip to the foreign place. Snakes that calmed to music? Witches that granted magical powers? It all seemed like one big dream that they all had yet to wake to. Perhaps Littlebird was mistaken, too caught up in the grandness of adventure? or Perhaps Keziah was allowing her stubbornness to take hold? Such things had always seemed far fetched.
"What song must we sing, exactly?" She asked the question to no one in particular, still wary of the spotty red horse she knew so little about. "Can you sing it for us? Or will any song do?" This time, she turned to glance toward the mare, a curious sparkle in her eye. Now that she thought about it, she knew few songs herself. It had never been something that interested her and so, Keziah had never perused it.
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Post by RusticLass on Jun 8, 2015 12:38:48 GMT -5
[ Q | Ranger ]
The dark stallion stood away from the others, as was in his basic nature. It had only been recently that he'd been becoming more accustomed to being surrounded by other horses, or even having another horse near him at all hours of the day. But she was worth it, she would always be worth it. . . Q looked back over his shoulder, staring at the path they had taken to get this far. Torn between duty to his position and to his family, this had been the most difficult position he had ever been put in. . . And in the end, he'd had to leave his wife and newborn daughter behind to follow their new Protector into the dangerous unknown.
Q wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect, either. Nivinara and Nadia were left with a group of strangers, ones he did not know if he could trust to protect them as well as he could. And thus, a permanently angry and anxious expression had been painted across his heavily scarred face. If anything happened to them- by the horn, he would have something to say about it!! In his brooding, Q payed little attention to the orders or explanations of what was going on. With a huff, he noticed the little black colt's expression upon seeing him, and the reaction was to be expected. . . The Ranger was a sight for sore eyes, with his thick hide littered with scars, and half-blind gaze, but beneath the stiff exterior, something softer did exist. . . it just took a little digging to get there.
He allowed his gaze to continue wandering, perking his ears to listen to Little Bird's explanation of what to expect and what they would encounter. Interesting. . . this would be very interesting. When the spotted grullo mare inserted her question, Q turned to her with sadness in his amber eye. Oh, how she looked like little Nadia. . . It was genuine heart-ache that he felt now, being away from them. He'd never once been away from his daughter since the day she was born. Glancing between Magdalene and Keziah, he smiled at the thought that it might've been the same for the two of them. The expression was quickly removed, however, and he lifted his muzzle to grunt, "Snakes and singing. . ."
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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Jun 8, 2015 20:42:06 GMT -5
When Little Bird began to speak again with Magdalene, August looked up at his friend with a quizzical expression. So that was where Little Bird had been? With a witch? We're witches bad? And yet here they were, heading off to rescue one. August wasn't sure if he was frightened or intrigued. He followed closely as the group began to move out.
Little Bird continued, talking about snakes and magic songs and mysterious islands. He was deathly quiet as he listened to the older mares talk. It seemed something of a fairy tale, all this. August glanced up at the oriel high above. He wished he could talk to the little bird some more. As a kid, the magic of talking animals what more tangible than whatever the adults were discussing. When Keziah spoke, August let his eyes drift back to her, finding the filly to be not only fascinating but also the most approachable besides Little Bird... Despite the fact that she seemed as quiet and cold as her mother. At least she was his age.
A song? As Keziah proposed the idea, August stumbled a bit. The last time he had heard a song had been years ago, with his mother. There was no way Vera ever sang to him. "D-do you remember it?" August added, glancing up at the roan.
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Post by queerly on Jun 10, 2015 20:47:41 GMT -5
The sulfuric stench of the marsh burned her nose and stung at her eyes. Beneath her hooves she could feel the mash of decomposing material and the occasional crunch of bones. The sound of turtles diving into the stagnant muck put her on edge. She couldn’t see the beasts, not with the fog so thick as to be tangible, wet on her coat. It made her think, which made her worry. If there were enemies in the marsh, she would not be able to see them, not until they were right on top of her rescue party. They would be taken off guard, wounded, forced to think on their hooves on less than ideal terrain.
The thought made her as furious as it made her worried. If her group was attacked, she’d rip their enemies’ throats out, whomever they might be. She swore it.
Ironically, it was Little Bird’s next words that caught her off guard. Magdalene nearly tripped as the Ranger relayed what she knew. “An island?” She sputtered, voice caught between a surprised squawk and a scoff. What island could exist that the Loners had not already found? They’d explored the islands for centuries. Surely...
The appaloosa frowned. Was it so outlandish?
Magdalene had met the witch. Nearly a year ago, Ba’Yagu had come to her in the night. She had pressed their foreheads together, hummed a tune the appaloosa didn’t know, and in doing this strange little ritual the witch had unlocked the magic within her. Ba’Yagu had pulled the gift up from her very soul. Magdalene knew this to be true, had felt it. The experience was so otherwordly… and the Protector had known then that the witch was powerful.
Perhaps powerful enough to obscure an entire island from existence.
Magdalene shook her head. “If you left the island, then you must know the song as well. Teach it to us. There is no need to be quiet when we’re sloshing through the muck.”
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Post by blueunicornj13 on Jun 10, 2015 21:46:49 GMT -5
Her hooves made an awful, disgusting squelching noise in the mud of the marsh underneath her as they sucked her hooves into its depths only for her to pull them out again. Creatures of the swamp scurried out the path, causing the tall reeds to sway and rattle as animals dove into the safety the water provided. A shiver ran down the Ranger's spine at the thought of the chilly water full of snakes and other danger creatures. It wasn't just the beasts that might be laying in wait in the thick fog, but also the landscape itself. Having traveled through the Outland Marsh before, Little Bird was familiar that there were plenty of muddy traps and sinkholes, and the thought of being sucked into either one of those, to have the breath choked out of her as sand and muck filled her lungs, was terrifying to her, but Little Bird quickly shook her head and returned to the present just as she heard the gruff stallion, Q, mumble something. "I'm not crazy whether you think so or not... though I understand if you do think I'm totally off my rocker. It might seem farfetched at first, but I assure you that that is what happened." Little Bird stated, turning her brown eyes toward the dark, scarred stallion without a hint of hesitation or doubt. If he wasn't going to believe her, then he would just have to see for himself, and she would rather not argue. They all needed to be on the same page and be a tight-knit unit. There was no room or need for bickering. After a moment of looking into Q's face, the roan mare flicked her gaze forward once more, hoping that he realized that she was being serious... or at least as serious as she could be.
Little Bird's ears flicked toward the spotted filly at Magdalene's side, who was obviously her child as she her inquisitive voice spoke up followed shortly after by August who seemed just as curious at the idea of a song. "Yes, I believe I do remember it. It's not one I've ever heard before, but when you're singing to make sure a bunch of snakes don't get too angry, your memory picks it up pretty quickly." Little Bird joked, chuckling lightly.
As the Protector told her to teach them the song, Little Bird nodded, clearing her throat nervously. Singing was a hobby of hers, and one that she quite enjoyed. She was named after birds after all, and singing reminded her of the few memories she had left of her mother before she had abandoned her and her father. However, she had kept her hobby to herself, singing when no one was around to hear. Not that she was a bad singer or anything. She actually liked to think she was pretty good, but something about singing to front of others made her skin itch. "I-I can teach it to you all. We've got a bit of time before we reach the landbridge." She muttered in an unusually timid tone. No backing out now. She'd really done it this time. Little Bird glanced around at their small group, making sure that everyone was paying attention before she took a deep breath of the foggy air around her.
“Don’t be scared, Aphelion is prepared
for this war time, breaking down the mind
For the worlds beauty, don’t mask our purity
Discover the truths hidden,
‘Don’t run, we are your sun
They’ll follow
We’ll command
None will turn, those who do will burn
Follow Aphelion, and be saved
none will be depraved…”
She sang softly at first, letting her voice carry about them and drift through the foggy air before she slowly began growing more confident. Her mind fought to remember the words, but as she settled into the rhythm, Little Bird began to recall the lyrics that the Witch had sang. "And that's the song." Little Bird said, dipping her head in a mock bow to her small audience as a smile pulled up the corners of her lips to reveal her white teeth. "It's kind of strange and mysterious, but the Witch herself can be kind of strange and mysterious too." Little Bird laughed softly, looking from the younger horses of the group toward Magdalene, hoping she didn't think she was as crazy as Q seemed to think she was.
Word Count: 697 (this isn't including the song since the song is not mine. <3 )
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Post by dawnscoming on Jun 12, 2015 20:17:25 GMT -5
((sorry it took so long guys))
Ears flicked as Littlebird's song reached them, each note beautifully placed with a delicate precision. The song was strange, despite its lovely tone, the words no more than a jumbled mess to the young mare. The girl allowed her brow to wrinkle in confusion, teal eyes now turned on Little Bird with a questioning glance. "What is Aphelion?" Her mouth tripped over the odd word. "Is it the place we are going?" This time, she looked toward her mother, the protected. Surely she had the answer. She always had an answer.
Keziah snorted a bit, clearing the thick air that was growing even thicker. The fog could choke you if you weren't paying attention, or drown you if you didnt watch where you were going. At that thought, the young mares feathered hooves sunk deep into a pit of mud, pulling her deep down. It only took moments for her to pull her leg back out but it reminded Keziah that they weren't on familiar or friendly land anymore. With a disgruntled snort, she hurried along, back to Magdalene's side; a hot embarrassment forming in her chest. If the whole trek ended up like this, she would most certainly be in a foul mood by the time they returned.
Her brow furrowed again, this time her thoughts taking a new turn. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know much about this "witch" they were going to be rescuing. "Why does everyone else seem to know her...?" she thought out loud. And what sort of trouble was she in anyway...
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Post by queerly on Jun 16, 2015 13:27:19 GMT -5
Rusty has declined to post this time around, so August, it's your turn :)
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