mythicalprancer
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Almost done with uni! Going to begin replying to RPs waaaayy more frequently ;)
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jul 9, 2015 11:26:31 GMT -5
Kiro watched the individual studiously, trying to assess whether he was buying the new attitude. Though he noted some shift in the tightness of his muscles, he found it difficult to do any accurate assessing at this distance. Though, he answered and that was enough to suggest to the Loner that he did want to communicate his motives. As soon as he spilled out the words, Kiro's brows furrowed in confusion and he cast a glance at the very occupied witch. Was this true? Had she attempted to kill the King all of Olde obsesses about?... If Kiro had learnt anything, it was that this story was but half of the truth and Ba'Yagu held the other.
"Well, if that is the case... I do not wish to be associated with a murderer. Even a potential one at that" he said, putting on a worried tone as he shifted his weight. He could not imagine it, though he had seen the witch punish mortals for their insistent begging for a gift that did not fit their soul. He wondered sometimes if it was really required, or if BaYagu simply used it as a punishment for going against her words. He had seen glimpses of her anger and what she could do... But what was her reason to attempt the murder of her previous leader? His focus went back to the unicorn, sighing to himself deeply. Internally, he truly didn't care who did what and what everyone felt about it. He just wanted information to use to his advantage. Be it as a protection against the witch or the unicorns. "We were told this island would protect us from war. What possible gain could the witch have from bringing useless mortals with her on an scheming mission? We are no match for your greatness."
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Post by elesette on Jul 9, 2015 13:49:37 GMT -5
Ba'Yagu was quickly becoming used to the feeling of being constantly overwhelmed. She found herself utterly confused by alistairs words, but her confusion was quickly covered by anger. In any other situation the witch might have taken kindly to Enigma as he charged the unicorn she once tried calling lover, the steadfast loner was always trying to help. Now however, she found that her mind was unclear and rather fogged by the anger at Alistair's lies. Alistair was hers now, and the others were supposed to be running. The witch turned quickly to set her graze on Enigma, her hooves moving almost as fast as the erratic beat of her heart. She aimed her Telekinsis at him - hoping to throw the young Enigma to the way side, but she did have a chance to see if she succeeded before charging Alistair herself. Her blood boiled, and it prickled under her skin with the pain of a thousand backstabbing knives.
With a cry that sounded as angry as it did wounded she found herself picking up whatever her mind could grasp around her with her telekinsis - and in the end she wasn't sure if it was the small boulders or her body that crashed into the pale unicorn first. She coughed, her body on top of his shoulders - gasping for the wind she had knocked from her own lungs.
"Do not forget you were part of that treachery," She rasped, " Do not forget the words you said to me before the deed was done, do not forget the memories - good or bad that I granted you" He throat hurt with the tears that threatened her eyes. How could he forget, how could he be so ruthless so cruel? Surely had he not agreed with her motives he would have challenged her. Surely he wouldn't stand idly by while eve and her did their deed.
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Post by queerly on Jul 9, 2015 19:16:22 GMT -5
Everything happened at once, and Alistair, usually so quick to react, took the brunt of it all. Enigma nearly toppled him, and he had no time to recover before the witch finished the job.
He heard the break before he felt it. Somewhere between Ba'Yagu's agonized shriek and the slap of their collision, the distinct pop of a broken bone registered in his ear. He found himself in the dirt before any pain registered, Ba'Yagu's weight on top of him, pinning him to the ground. He tasted blood, and knew it to be his own. "Bitch!" He choked as the first pulse of pain overcame him, consumed him. His vision silvered at the edges, just on the cusp of going white. But he was a soldier, and an astute one at that; even in the midst of agony, he knew a chance when it laid itself before him. He would have but on opportunity to take before she pulled herself away, and he knew that even with his gift he'd never catch her. Not like this.
And so it was with a snarl that he turned his head, ignoring her treacherous words as his teeth sought the vulnerable curve of his throat. One bite. Just one bite, and she would be unable to recover. Valraldic would be angry, might even punish him for delivering the witch on her deathbed or worse, but there was no choice. She'd wrested that away from him, as she stole so many things.
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Post by elesette on Jul 10, 2015 2:10:28 GMT -5
Ba'Yagu's heart pounded, erratic and nervous, a mirror of her eyes as they flashed with fear. She didn't have time in that moment think of her emotions. There was pain in her neck, a sharp pain, but she had been leaping to her feat far before his teeth had found her slender neck. He had hardly grazed her, but the silver liquid that poured from her neck was signal enough that Alistair had not missed his target entirely. As she rose to her feet, there was no time to think. She couldn't let herself register the horror of what had truly happened. Instead she found herself spinning in the direction Godric and the others had ran - north.
She galloped with a speed she hadn't found before - and found herself numb. It was a feeling she hadn't quiet experienced before, even when she had been separated from eve it hadn't been like this. No, there had been anger then, and there had been pain. Now the blood trickling from here neck felt cold- like ice against her body that aimed to reach her wavering heart. When she finally spotted Godric and Beartooth the mare nearly stumbled on herself. At last - they were running and Alistair was too wounded to give chase. She was too confused still, over the prior events to feel the elation that she wanted to that they were surely going to make it out alive.
"Godric, Beartooth!" She called, attempting to get their attention. She didn't want them to stop their run - but she wanted them to know that they were safe. "We're going to be okay"
Her call lacked the happy emotion she tried to grab at it from her stomach. She still couldn't muster anything, Alistair had tried to kill her.
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Hours passed and the night turned to day- the morning burst still coming slowly up over the oceans between them and the other islands. Ba'Yagu looked behind her nervously. She knew Alistair was not a healer - but she worried about his ability preserver. Surely if he had found a way to get to his feet - he would have followed diligently like the dog he had become in her absence. She winced as her foot hit the sand of the beach. It was colder than she expected and the ocean around sloshed its icy hands towards their hooves. The landbridge was only a few hundred feet away - they were almost home safe.
"You ready?" She turned to them, eyes tired.
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Post by songsthedeadmensing on Jul 11, 2015 13:43:22 GMT -5
They were doing it, they were actually going to make their getaway! Though her legs were feeling numb already from running, Beartooth kept pushing on, forcing herself to keep running. She had to do it. Griffin was doing so well with keeping up. Just keep north - the thief thought to herself, eyes fixated on the path ahead. The large trees were beginning to thin out in numbers as they kept running, and she though that surely they could not be too far from where this other land bridge was.
When she heard crashing coming from behind, Beartooth took a quick look back and saw the witch. Silver blood trickled from her neck. Her eyes widened. Silver blood? Why was her blood silver? Was she? ... oh, of course she was! Rhat would explain her magical powers, why these unicorns hated her so much, why she knew of this island that was filled with unicorns, and why the stories of the witch had been around for so many years.
And then her thoughts were soon placed back to the situation at hoof. She didn't see any of their attackers following but she wasn't going to stick around and find out where they were. The words that witch spoke brought her a great feeling of joy. We're going to be okay. She offered a small smile to the witch, continuing to run with her family.
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From the hours and hours of running, no stopping for breaks. Beartooth was nearing exhaustion. But they had made it - they were finally on the beach and the land bridge was just a little ways ahead of them. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as her hooves hit the sand. She stopped to catch her breath, looking from Griffin to Godric, and then to the witch. She gave a nod to the witch. "I'm ready," she replied in her usual quiet tone. She was more than ready to leave the Crescent, to finally get off and get away from all the dangers of the island.
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Post by queerly on Jul 12, 2015 15:19:50 GMT -5
As it turned out, rage was one hell of an anesthetic.
Which wasn't to stay Alistair felt no pain. He did. With every step that he stumbled, his shattered leg lifted to his belly, Alistair felt pain. It sustained him as much as it hindered. When his vision went white and spotty, he imagined Ba'Yagu's despairing face, and kept going. When his good legs quaking beneath the weight of his frame, he imagined the taste of her blood, and he kept going. When the stabbing pain grew into a semi-numb throb, he pictured her dead at Valraldic's hooves... and he kept going.
The minutes turned to hours, the scent of mortal in his nose and the taste of vengeance just at the tip of his tongue. Using his Gift, he managed to keep pace with Pippin's strides, and silently vilified them both for not being faster. They were so very close.
The scent of the sea hit him all at once, and Alistair's heart constricted, a furious snake in his chest. They unicorns were not permitted to cross the landbridges. There was no telling what lay on the other side. The King had sent that wretched Outcast across it, but she was expendable, a non-entity where the Blessing was concerned. They were not.
"Hurry, Pippin." He growled, his voice coming out rough from frustration and pain. It scraped like sandpaper across their hides, distasteful even to his own ears. "If they cross, we'll never capture them." And how angry that would make Valraldic, to know the witch had slipped out from beneath his hooves. He grit his teeth at the thought of disappointing the King. He'd never be able to look his monarch in the eye again, and certainly wouldn't deserve to. Some vigor restored to his exhausted, screaming limbs, he lowered his head and plunged forward through the foliage -
- only to come out almost on top of the mortals. The triumphant snarl that left his lips was entirely animal.
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Post by captainkatastrophe on Jul 12, 2015 16:29:15 GMT -5
Godric was dead exhausted by the time they reached the beach, sweat dripping from his body, and his breath in heavy pants. The collision with Alistair had given him a nasty headache, and something felt wrong in his shoulder, whether it was broken or bruised did not matter, but it still had hindered his movements. He desperately wanted to rest for a moment, to collapse on the cold sand and catch his breath, was afraid that if he stopped now, he wouldn't have the strength to get up again. He looked at the witch, and then at Beartooth. Finally, his gaze shifted to Griffin. The young filly was shivering from the cold, or exhaustion, Godric was not sure which, but he knew she couldn't last much more of this. He licked his lips worriedly, and gently rubbed his face against Griffins, stepping over her and trying to warm her small body up. Just a little longer, and they would be off this dark island, away from the unicorns, and into the lands of Olde. He wondered if the war was still going, or if both groups had died in their petty fight. He shook his head, and brought his thoughts back to the present, looking down at Griffin as she sniffled, rubbing against his leg.
Godric jumped as the golden stallion burst through the trees, with murder in his eyes. He licked his lips and quickly backed up with Beartooth and Griffin, standing infront of them "we have to go!" he said, looking to the witch. He did not want anyone to get left behind, even if Ba'yuga had missled them about the contents of the island
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Post by songsthedeadmensing on Jul 14, 2015 3:15:52 GMT -5
The relief of finally reaching the beach was short lived.
As Beartooth turned to address her mate and child, the golden unicorn from earlier came out of nowhere like a snake in the grass. Beartooth released a high pitched scream as he crashed right in between where she and the witch stood. She kicked out at him. There was no way she was going to be captured by these unicorns. She was getting off of the island, she was determined to. They were so close to the land bridge too, they could make it!
She turned to her Godric and Griffin. "GO!" She screamed, ushering Griffin to start running. In the panic, Beartooth took off with her family, scrambling to get away from the unicorns. She had thought that Ba'Yagu had surely taken care of them. They had been going for quite a few hours with no trace of their unicorns attackers. But these unicorns were relentless, determined to capture the mortals, to make sure they did not escape.The unicorns were not going to lay a hoof on her daughter - and she swore by that. She didn't even want to begin to think of what would happen if they were captured. She recalled the other group of Loners, the group that Ba'Yagu had sent off in another direction so that they could 'split up'. She could only wish they were lucky enough to not run into unicorns too.
The land bridge got closer and closer with each stride, now merely yards away, it was the homestretch.
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