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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 1:16:05 GMT -5
 Current Posting Method
At least 5 posts from the 'Sheva' side before Klaus/Isaac, and no one can post twice before Klaus and Isaac take their turns.
Plot
After a disturbing meeting between the former leader and the new, Cain sends Sheva with a contingent of her choosing to search far and wide for Klaus and monitor his actions
Time of Day/Weather
Dusk/Cloudy, Spitting Sleet
Team Captain
Bat-Sheva (pony-bones)
Team Members
Abel
Lotus
Melia
Felicity
Miles
Casper
Icarus
Niya
Grange
(I know it's a lot, guys, but it's a critical plot so please bear with me!)
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!!!!  |
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Post by ponybones on Jun 5, 2015 22:20:03 GMT -5
In the dark of night, Sheva slipped out of the Fallen City where the herd had been centered, and had waited as patiently as she could by the Lake. "I am entrusting you with this task." Cain had said, to her bewilderment. Why her, she had asked, though he just looked away, ignoring her. Sheva had the explicit feeling that she was just another pawn in his chess game, being moved at will, but what could she say? She did not fear sassing him - he would not be cruel to her. But he had an air about him that didn't offer much room for questioning. So here she was, with a group filing in that she mostly was allowed to pick herself.
It was bizarre. Cain had hinted that she should choose horses that she cared for, but perhaps could not defend themselves. Good enough for scouts, not for fighting. He also wished for her to bring along a few guards, as was protocol, however he only assigned her one. Grange. Just imagining his face after what Cain had done to it made her shudder. Though Cain never spoke of the event, Sheva knew he had taken no pleasure in it, that it was merely duty. But it was so cruel. It was strange that he would be the one assigned to the task - for she knew she was not being punished. Why would he place Grange on this task, the only choice of Cain's own? It was better not to think about it. Sheva simply had the sense that there was something serious happening, and her job was to avoid it.
Of course, she couldn't save them all. She thought over her list - her beloved son, Abel and the mare that he had taken an odd shining to, Lotus. Her two little adopted fillies, Melia and Felicity. She had hopes for Melia being a positive force in Felicity's life, especially after the loss of the poor dear's mother. Niya, a horse she knew more of rather than was directly tied to, who seemed always to be suffering. Sheva didn't know her, no, but wanted to protect her somehow. Casper and her family served multiple purposes, being both a friendly acquaintance with a young colt, but also being tied to a stallion who could serve as a guard, and was gentle enough not to pose a threat. Others that she loved, Lilith and her kin, Delilah, Elowen, and her other sons such as Ephraim - they had fiery spirits, she trusted that they would make it one way or another. Bat-Sheva felt good about her choices here, but still she was nervous. The last time she had led such an expedition, Elowen had gotten gravely injured. She couldn't bear if she led these souls to their doom somehow...so many young ones, full of life yet to live. Violently, she shook her head free of the thought.
The water behind her was choppy as she waited for the others to arrive and meet her. Sleet was bouncing off her back as she sighed. Most of her didn't want to encounter Klaus...she preferred to think of him as being gone - not necessarily dead, but just...disappeared. To see him again would be shocking. What would she do with him? She bit her lip slightly as she steeled herself. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to find out. |
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 6, 2015 0:37:55 GMT -5
LOTUS
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They were looking for Klaus. The LAST thing Lotus wanted to find was Klaus. She wanted no part in his insanity, his paranoia, his... his everything else. She liked ol' whats his face; he was painfully indifferent to her existence, which was just the way she liked it. Klaus had been as well, if she remembered correctly, but everything about him had unnerved her. She hadn't been around for any part of him save for the unsteady, so she couldn't really see why they were going out, risking their heads, only to drag back a crazy person who had absolutely no desire to be there. To be honest, the Bachelor herd was bad enough as it was, why did they need to drag Klaus back into it? Now that she was thinking about it... were they meant to bring him back? Or just watch him, like a wild animal? Either way, it was stupid.
She brooded as she walked away from the herd, shoulders hunched and head dipping as one scalding thought after another drifted through her mind. She'd never say any of this out loud of course; it was bordering on treasonous -- who was she kidding? She'd say ALL of it out loud if she got the chance.
There was one good thing that would come out of this journey though -- she was going to escape. It was only a matter of time. The when and were were not important; she'd keep her eyes and ears peeled for the perfect moment. And then she was out of there like nobody's business, running as fast as her legs could carry her, feeling the cool night air racing through her mane and that long-lost sense of complete freedom wrap around her, warm and and bright. She could practically feel the sun rising on her back already. It was going to be glorious.
She had no idea why the Bachelors were allowing her to go on this trip. She'd never adapted to their way of living, and in the two years she'd lived here, she'd already made a break for it twice. Granted, the last time had been months and months ago, but they had to know she'd break out. There was absolutely nothing holding her back here, nothing chaining her to this herd. They couldn't possibly be this profoundly stupid.
Sleet slapped at her irritatingly, like a thousand frozen flies on a summer day. Her eyes found a silhouette in the dark, barely lit up by the moon. It was a very distinct figure though -- Bat-Sheva, with her pulled back forelock and knotted tail, stood and waited. Lotus didn't know her very well; she knew Lilith. At one point, she had loved Lilith, though the mare had made it very clear that was NOT going to happen. Sheva though?
Lotus slowed her anxious trot to a jittery walk, and then a full stop as she pulled in beside her. "Nice night for a wild goose chase, innit?" she asked, trying to keep most of the snarl out of her voice. |
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Familiar Face
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Post by katha88 on Jun 6, 2015 13:05:05 GMT -5
Abel
With one final glance, he looked back at his cousins and siblings. He was glad the fight was over for now, but were would this lead them to, if they would bring back Klaus? He never had been a fan of him and he saw how well the broods were doing under Cain, why should they change it - why would he want to find him?
Abel had noticed how Sheva and Cain had talked and discussed things several times, but in the past a brood never had lead any group except for the golden mares. Not that he didn't trusted in his mother to take up the task, he knew how strong the broods actually were, and with much more wits then most stallions in their herd.
The sleet irritated Abel a lot, shaking his head over and over while he trottet towards the meeting point, when he saw a familiar spotted bum before him. Lotus. He didn't knew she was coming too, was that good or bad? He wondered, they didn't actually get along splendit but on the other hand there had been so much improvement between those two since last year. His nostrils flared and he tried to get a hint of her scent, but all he got was sleet into his nostrils and he snorted annoyed. As he got closer to her, he also could make out his mother and he slowed to a walk, some icy balls crunching under his hooves.
"Good night my two favourite spotted ladies!" He cooed, looking to Sheva he implied a bow, "Mom, you look splendid." and he smiled widely at her, turning towards Lotus. "Hmm dearest Lotus." He fluttered his eyes, stepping closer - he tried always to nuzzle into her mane, even though he usually got an rejection from her. "I've missed you, haven't seen you much around." It was true, of late he wasn't visiting her daily anymore as he was still pretty tense from all the violent happenings lately. He preferred to hang around his brothers and cousins, he had the feeling that they might be parted way too soon and he was way too happy to see Lotus coming with them, but on the other hand he didn't trust her. He knew of her escaping wish and that she soon had to conceive to stay in the herd and if not, another stallion would make sure to rape her to make her stay.
Still her presence wanted him to close their distance and just snuggle at her, wrapping his neck around hers.
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Post by cactussis on Jun 6, 2015 17:36:18 GMT -5
An adventure? Normally the thought of travelling would have excited Melia to the point of sleepless nights, but recent events had left her in a doubtful state. Adventures had proved to be dangerous – who would have thought! – and the small scars she had obtained up on Riddle Mountains had yet to heal completely and cover the naked skin with new hairs. Notwithstanding, the strange request to meet Sheva on this particular evening and head to ‘wherever’ intrigued the roan foal and so, in the end, she headed to the gathering all the while the weather turned on her.
Melia still missed Cholena immensely and the thought of departing from the herd worried her, more than the obvious reasons. What if Lena came back? It was but wishful thinking; a season had passed since the chimera brood left the safety of the herd and the time had not been right to search for her, not in the events of war. But with one brood killed in the middle of the battlefield, Melia could not pass a day without question herself whether it was better if Cholena remained gone and with unknown status, or if any possible announcement of death would have left her in any calmer state. It was dark to think about and Melia tried her best to keep it bottled up. Others had it worse and Felicity was not an exception; the daughter of the brood sister who had been killed in battle. Melia would empathize the filly additionally, both being fostered by the same lady brood.
The sleet reminded all too much of the journey through Riddle Mountains and gave the blonde-haired filly a heavy lump in her stomach. Consequently she bit her lower lip, but raised her head and could not help but smile in relief once she saw the spotted mare from afar. From this distance, she was lucky to not see the troubled face of her ‘mama’ and her steps accelerated into a trot; she was no longer feeling reluctant to the journey ahead, as long as Sheva was there.
“Hello! Good evening!”, Melia chirped as she approached the party. Her short mane glittered with ice pellets, but the rainfall had already begun to turn the curly locks into straight strands of wet hair. Despite the cold water on her face however, Melia did not hesitate to walk up to the elder brood and affectionately press her head against her in a gentle headbutt.
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NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd 
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 6, 2015 17:37:10 GMT -5
The falling sleet collected in the mare's dark curl mane, making it look like it was sprinkled with stars. With all of the clouds in the air at the moment, she doubted there would be any stars in the real sky anyways. Emerald green eyes peered up at the sky as if she could mentally chase away the clouds. Rain she didn't mind, snow she didn't mind... but sleet? It was like the evil sibling of the three and it could drive her crazy. At least it wasn't too heavy that it hurt her back... yet. A heavy sigh escaped her nostrils and she swore she saw a quick puff of her own breath linger in front of her. The trip had barely begun and already it was dreary and she just felt horrid. She already had a bad feeling about this.
She didn't get why she was going in the first place. Not that she would dare say anything against any of those above her, including the lady Sheva, but it didn't make any sense to her. Klaus was the main part in her capture, why would she want to seek him out and find him? It was because of him that her life had been torn apart. It was because of him that ever bit of happiness had been ripped away from her and an ocean put between her and it. It was all because of him... and now she was a part in the party that would search for him, or so that's what she understood. It made no sense at all and she honestly had no desire to be a part of that.
The only good she could find in all of this was that she was getting a chance to get away. At last she was free of the constantly watching eyes of the bachelors. At last she had a break from always fearing one would call upon her. At last she could let herself relax... well, a little anyways. Granted there were still a few stallions coming along with them, which would leave here with no chance to even attempt to escape, but their minds would be set on something besides her, and for that she was grateful. When she weighed each side, perhaps this trip wouldn't be too horrible. She didn't know many who were coming along, so it could leave room to make a few friends. She got a break from the worrisome life at the herd. Not to mention she also got to get out and see the world outside of her own prison. Yes, maybe she could make good of this... if the sleet would stop.
The caramel spotted mare lifted her heavy neck when she heard voices ahead of her. Her pointed ears flicked forward to determine who they came from. It didn't take her too long to recognize the voice of the lady Sheva. She didn't know many others, but she was quite sure everyone at least knew who that mare was. Perhaps she would learn more about her... and everyone else here even. She never objected to making new friends, they made life at the herd bearable... if barely. Her stride slowed when she finally reached the small gathering of horses. Her guess was that not everyone was here yet, though she didn't mind. She dipped her head in a silent greeting, offering a polite smile to each of them as she did.
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Post by valiantshadow on Jun 6, 2015 18:40:17 GMT -5
Grange made his way to the appointed meeting place, his head down and his ears back as he muttered endlessly about the driving sleet that cut through his coat, seeping in icy fingers down his spine and legs. The champagne stallion was not a fan of this weather. Grinding his teeth together, he trotted towards the small gathering of horses. For a second, he could have sworn he was seeing spots. But no, it was just a gathering of other appaloosa. Is Sheva only taking spotted horses with her? he wondered, slightly puzzled by that idea. Surely, it was just a coincidence. Right?
But no, there was Melia - he remembered her from Cain's wild trip into the mountains, the one that had almost gotten Grange and the rest of the group killed. Cain had threatened to kill them if they let on to what had transpired, or tried to attack him. That fear had stayed with Grange like the spots on his own back; he would not defy Cain now.
Especially not after....the incident. The diamond shaped scars on Grange's face flared with a phantom pain just thinking about it. Although the flesh had long since healed, he would be marked forever by the black obsidian's edge. He bore the mark of the highest shame for a Bachelor stallion. He should have known better; he should have been more careful. He had tried, but not hard enough. Not even that mad, foolish attempt to save himself from it with Evanlynn could have kept him safe. So Grange bore the marks, as he always would. He would remember Cain for this.
Shaking the thought away, Grange shivered, slipping on some small, icy deposits
as he made his way towards the group. Mumbling hellos, the heavily scarred stallion turned his back to the wind, feeling the icy sleet numbing him. Looking around, the stallion took in the faces of the horses around him. Oh what in the unicorns' names were they getting into?
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Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 7, 2015 16:14:43 GMT -5
Casper was floating somewhere between anxiety and overwhelming relief, and she wasn't quite sure if the shiver that ran through her was due to her conflicting emotions or the sleet cascading down on her as she made her way through the fallen city. The anxiety came from the reason for her being summoned. They were trying to find Klaus, for what exactly she didn't know. All she knew was this is what Cain wanted, and if Cain wanted it...well, Casper wasn't exactly in the business of agreeing with the authority of this herd. The relief came from who she would be able to go on this wild goose chase of a quest with, as she knew for a fact her mate and son would be there. Part of her hoped Grange would be there as well --she hadn't seen her best friend since...
The palomino shook her head, sending bits of freezing water and slush flying from her mane; her braids had fallen out when the weather had first turned for the worst, and the normally thick and wavy hair was now soaked and hanging heavily from her neck. Another shiver ran through her body as she finally left the city behind, and started on her way across the stretch of land between it and the lake, where she was to meet up with the others who had been chosen for this task. She was sorely unused to this sort of weather, having grown up on the southern isle where sunshine and dry heat were much more common than whatever was falling from the sky now. Was it rain? Ice? Whatever it was, Casper had never experienced it before and to say she felt rather miserable would be an understatement.
She perked her ears and lifted her head though as she approached the lake, eyes scanning the gathered horses to see who had already arrived. She had to blink a couple to times to get them all straight. Boy, that was a lot of spots! Casper sped her pace up slightly as she got closer, not wanting to slip and fall on the muddy ground that was making gross squelching noises beneath her hooves. It was then, though, that her one-eyed gaze fell on a familiar coat,
"Grange!" She called out, letting every once of joy and relief she felt flood into that one word. She trotted carefully over to the champagne, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek gently before pressing her body against his as a breeze made her whole body shiver yet again. She smiled down at him though, ignoring the new scars that now marked his face, for a moment before turning her attention to the others around her. There were a few she recognized, and a few she didn't, but she didn't see anyone else she was particularly close to --it seemed Miles and Icarus had yet to arrive. Casper hoped in vain that her son hadn't decided to initiate an impromptu mud wrestling match with his father...but perhaps that was too much to ask for.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 7, 2015 16:50:43 GMT -5
There they are... Sheva thought, relief visibly passing over her face as she saw many of those she had asked to meet her finally coming forth - her precious Abel and Melia, the strangers Lotus, Niya, and Grange. Though her lips continued to smile, nervousness balled in the pit of her stomach. What was she doing here, leading this group? Could these strangers be trusted? Grange held no love for Cain, that she knew...but did he for Klaus? She hoped none of them did. Her mouth opened to call out a greeting, but Lotus' voice beat her to it, and the negativity cut at her like a knife. Sheva's ears flicked back momentarily, before Abel's warm voice soothed her pain, and the Melia's. Even Casper's excited greeting to Grange soothed her mind. Connections between those that she chose would be beneficial to everyone involved - less suffering, she hoped, less will to escape.
"Hello, my babies." She cooed to Abel and Melia, smiling faintly as she watched Abel nuzzle his face into Lotus's neck. It was good that he found someone that kept his interest, and for her to have some sort of defense in the herd. Sheva leaned her head down to receive Melia's playful headbutt, and then nipped at her slicked-down forelock, retaining the cold of the sleet that continued to drive down. Visibility was going to be difficult, for both them and the other party she hoped. Sheva still had no idea what Cain's intention was for her and Klaus - did she want them just to follow him, find him, report back? Or to capture him and drag him back? Sheva's torn ears flattened against her skull at the thought. Even if this band of horses managed to capture Klaus, what good would having him brought back do for Cain? The herd didn't trust the pale stranger well enough, Sheva figured. Klaus' presence would just sew those seeds of uncertainty. Unicorns, why did Cain have to choose her?
Sheva shook her head violently, water flying off her thick braid in showers, and forced a smile to her face. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, now." She drawled, looking at each one of them carefully. "Cain saw Klaus with his own eyes, and just wants us to be aware of what he's doin' back. Cain don't wanna worry about bein' back-stabbed while he's got us all split between Olde and the Southern Isle, an' he's goin' after the bastards himself." Sheva added, pulling all of this information out of thin air. It made sense to her as his reasoning, though what it truly was, she'd never know. Their leader was tightlipped about his true intentions for most things, and seemed to gain some sort of pleasure from watching others 'figure it out'. "Where's your man and baby? Where's my baby?" She asked Casper, before looking around for Felicity, whom she had adopted in the wake of Robin's passing despite hating every hair on the filly's father's pelt. If the mare had one major downfall, it was being too willing to give, even to those she had a reason to dislike. Worry knitted her brows, and she snorted. "I suppose they will just have to catch up, and follow our trail." For surely they would make one, with the weather as it was. "Keep your eyes peeled, 'n come on. We've got our former Great Leader to be findin'."
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 8, 2015 1:30:10 GMT -5
Lotus rolled her eyes at Abel's enthusiastic greeting. She didn't hate him with all the burning rage in her soul anymore -- since their meeting in the summer fields a few weeks back, he'd proved that he wasn't a manipulative, chauvinistic pig like most of the others in the herd. And she'd accepted that, and reined in her spite and venom. It had been hard at first (old habits die hard after all) but she was getting there. She was... learning. It helped knowing that he really did have her best interests at heart.
Abel reached out and pressed his nuzzle into her mane, a gesture that was familiar now, that she was starting to associate with him alone. It felt nice, and comforting; she missed contact and closeness. All the same. "Nope!" she announced, pulling away after what she thought was a moment too long. "Not happening. This is neither the time nor the place."
He mentioned missing her (she formed a sarcastic remark in her mind and bit it back; she wasn't entirely used to this yet, and she hadn't seem him in ages, so she'd had literally no chance to practice). "Poor baby," she crooned, pushing her muzzle briefly against his. "Your other little playmates not bashing your head on the ground properly? I can fix that." Despite the fact that her words were hard and threatening under her soft, cooing voice, she allowed him to wrap his neck around hers. For a moment, and then two, before she pulled away. "That's enough," she told him, flicking her short tail at the sleet, attempting to ward it off like flies. It didn't work. She noticed for the first time that others had gathered -- there was a filly she knew to be Abel's sister, but the rest were foreign faces, from the caramel mare to the grey stallion and the approaching mare that called out to him with glee. She realised then just how much she hadn't adapted to the Bachelor herd. She'd been here nearly two years, and she hadn't made any friends -- she'd hardly made any acquaintances. The realisation put her into a fowl mood, and the damned weather wasn't helping, but she tried to push it aside.
When Sheva asked after more horses, Lotus realised they weren't all here -- how could they not be? This was a massive group! Stealth and surprise was out the window. This rag-tag little group wasn't going anywhere sneakily, particularly not with a filly in tow. How old was she, six? (To be fair, Lotus was horrible at children. Anything under 15 she assumed was probably six) What were they doing with a six year old in their group? Did they expect this to be a lovely, leisurely scavenger hunt?! She let out a disgruntled snort and tugged at Abel's mane, perhaps a little too hard, as the herd started moving. "C'mmon," she demanded rather than encouraged. "I dunno anyone else. You're with me. Also, you! The small one! How old are you?" she found herself asking, pointing to the little filly with her muzzle, just to check if she was right. She did love being right. "Are you six?" She didn't bother explaining herself -- she never did. "Where are we headed? Do we have leads? Clues? Or are we making this all up as we go along?"
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Post by katha88 on Jun 8, 2015 6:02:13 GMT -5
Abel
Abel pouted at Lotus when she pulled back from him, "I think it is just perfect, that cold sleet on your back, we should rub our bodies together to feel the warmth of summer again." He grinned and wiggled his eye brows at her, turning around to stand next to her, pressing his spotty butt at her's.
Abel let his eyes wander over everyone as they approached, the faces were familiar, even though he hadn't interacted with them much. With a couteous nodd he greeted the arriving horses. He had no idea that some younglings would follow them and was suprised by Melia and that his mother was looking for Felicity and Miles and his son. He tried to spy them on the field around them, but he couldn't see any horses besides their little group. Why should Cain send them on a scouting mission to find Klaus, with a bunch of younglings, broods and a useless scavenger as him. The only one who was a seasoned fighter was Grange who was just as old as him. Abel wrinkled his nostrils, he didn't envy Grange's new scar that marked him so shamefully. Abel didn't mind the stallions orientation, though he thought he must have been stupid enough to be caught and now everybody knew about it. There were quite enough stallions that where hiding their true feelings for their brothers.
When Lotus tugged his mane, Abel opened his mouth to let out a protesting squeal, but in the last moment he pressed his lips together. "It's not my fault, that you are incapable of making friends. You are a nasty old lady, my beloved Lotus." He narrowed his eyes playfully and pulled away his head in a pompous gesture and moved ahead. "Come on little snail, I will have an eye on you so you don't slip away." Abel teased at Lotus, but frankly both knew that the joke was reality and Lotus soon would try to wiggle free of the group and the herd and as much as Abel wished the best for this mare, he couldn't just let her slip away, especially not now he had grown so fond of her. Selfish asshole he thought...
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Post by cactussis on Jun 8, 2015 10:24:23 GMT -5
Melia squealed playfully as Sheva gently nipped her forelock, and lovingly did the filly repay the favour by nuzzling the lady’s neck, which had already become darker in colour by the heavy sleet fall. Or did Melia just imagine that? Considering how the clouds grew thicker onto the sky, dusk’s faint light made everything look like it was already late night and the sleet did not let vision reach much farther than the shadows far away.
While Melia had been busy pressing her head against her adoptive mother however, Grange was moving closer. The moment Casper called out for him, Melia’s ears pressed themselves flat in surprise and she swirled around. Grange was coming with them? Indeed, there he was, along with Casper and another one of the broods– Nilla? Nini? Nemo? Melia could not remember the other mare’s name in the heat of the moment, having her attention dreadfully focused on the spotted champagne that moved closer instead.
She could not stare forever though and made sure to move closer to Abel, leaving Sheva’s side if only just a little bit. Although their age difference and lack of biological bond perhaps left Melia and Abel on a neutral relationship, Abel was still one of the few stallions Melia could call, at its closest, for ‘brother’. And right now he was the closest to safe haven, besides Sheva, to protect her from Grange’s presence. It was strange how she almost pitied the older champagne though, and she bit her lip by the memory of how she once had respected him – if only because Casper held him dear. Grange’s newest collection of scars had her sympathies, but Melia could still not ignore what had been said and done up on Riddle Mountains. Yet, she had made sure it stayed between them – for now.
Listening to Bat-Sheva kept Melia distracted enough, but left new worries at the back of her head. Klaus had had a reputation before and as a mere youngling it had not been possible to meet him in person. The thought of seeing him now, if only to spy, made Melia shiver and hope that the stories about him were not all that true – it was a bit too late to ask now. Even more so did she worry about Cain; would he be okay while they searched for Klaus? Would they find Klaus in time? Melia did not wish to ponder upon worst case scenarios.
As Casper joined them and Bat-Sheva asked where the rest of the group was, Melia ashamedly thought of how she should have brought Felicity along with her - careless behaviour on her behalf.
“I’m sorry, I just told her I would meet her here…”, Melia explained to Sheva, hoping that Felicity would not run late because of her. And as the group started to move, Melia sure hoped so.
While walking, Melia threw her head up with ears moving about when the grey brood addressed to her as ‘the small one’. She had not expected to be talked with considering her non-significant rank and young age, and gladly dismissed the mare guessing her age by the fine number of merely ‘six’.
“Nope!”, she giggled, “I’m twice that much! I’m fourteen!”
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everlastingstables
Bachelor Herd
Please please please make sure to note me on DA before rp happens, otherwise I miss it. ):
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Post by everlastingstables on Jun 8, 2015 10:40:20 GMT -5
FELICITY
Felicity was late. The growing filly didn't want to head off with the others right away until she said her farewell's to her father. He was the only family she really had left, and it was difficult for her to simply push him aside to go on a long journey with those she had not really met before. The only one she did know was Sheva, whom had become close to her and helped remove a bit of the emptiness inside her heart since her mother's death. However, because of her lack of knowing the time, Felicity was in a hurry to catch up with everyone in the group. No longer did she carry herself on long, toothpick legs, but more muscled limbs. In turn, those new, stronger legs carried above them a growing and persistently demanding frame. She was sleek, pristine, and even graceful how she carried herself. Mother would certainly be proud! While long, silvery hair flowed behind her head and down her neck like a waving banner, her tail also blew wildly with the wind created by her quickened pace. The girl huffed and puffed with each stride. Oxygenating her blood to feed her muscles that shook with each touch upon the ground with a hoof.
"Wait!" she called out upon seeing the small group looking to set off on the journey. Narrowing her eyes as the sleet hit upon her soaked face. The girl continued to move with speed until she made her way over to Sheva; preferring to be in her company until she got more acquainted with the others. Felicity was not anti-social. Just a bit shy at first, but she'd warm up in no time. "Sorry for my lateness....I tried to say my goodbye's to father while I still could," Felicity added. Directing it to Sheva. Her gaze then shifted to those around her. So many faces! Oh! and there was Melia. Someone else she did recognize. Feeling the urge to be around someone around her own age, Felicity casually trotted herself on over to get in better conversational range.
"Hey Melia...you're going too? Are you scared?" Felicity asked with brisk youngling energy.
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NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 8, 2015 11:06:56 GMT -5
Niya watched the other horses from a bit of a distance. She didn't know any of them and at the moment she wasn't sure it was the kind of time for making new friends. Perhaps later she would get a chance to introduce herself to a few and get to better know them, but not right now. They had a task at hand and until things were quiet and calm she wasn't going to bother saying anything herself. She recognized many of the horses here at least. She'd lived in the herd long enough to at least be able to recognize faces and connect them to names... most of the time. Sometimes she'd mixed up names but it didn't happen too often at least. She glanced from face to face, making a mental note of who was here and who she knew. Many of them seemed young and others were more the... delicate type she noticed. Perhaps this wasn't going to be much of a dangerous trip. This thought encouraged her. She only hoped it was correct. It would be nice to get away and escape from all the old worries that came with the herd.
Her head lifted some toward Sheva when she spoke up. Listening quietly she even nodded her head a few times as if to acknowledged that she had heard, even if she wasn't the only one being spoken to. So they were just going to keep an eye on him? That didn't seem so bad. She didn't mind spying on him much, especially if they were able to stay out of sight. The black horse was no longer one of the herd and from the sounds of it, the way she picked up things in what she said, he wouldn't be invited in with welcome arms. This reassured her and all worries had pretty much faded away. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She lifted her nose to the sky and glared at the clouds that continued to pelt them with icy water. Now if only the weather would clear up.
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Leaftail
Bachelor Herd
"I'm going to make everything around you beautiful and that will be my life."
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Post by Leaftail on Jun 8, 2015 11:39:50 GMT -5
“Icarus!” Miles called, his eyes scanning the remaining horses in the fallen city, searching for his young son. The colt had disappeared earlier in the day, shortly before the groups were announced. At first, Miles had thought that Icarus had found his mother, Casper, and stayed by her side, but when the palomino mare departed, Miles noticed that he wasn’t with her either. This colt was going to be the death of him. He really didn’t want to be the last one to show up, but his son came first sometimes.
Noticing that the colt was not in the area, Miles pinned his ears back and let out a hefty sigh. This was going to take a while.
He thought hard about where Icarus might have gotten off to, and his gut told him to check the nearby ruins of what was once a store. He remembered the colt being curious about what was inside the crumbling buildings, and telling him that later they would go look in a few. Of course, Miles had never gotten a chance to take the little colt and he had a feeling that Icarus didn’t wait for him. Leaving the groups that were staying behind, Miles went to the fallen structure, entering it carefully. These were not stable ruins, and he suddenly felt a chill at the thought of his son being crushed underneath one of the large beams.
“Icarus!” Miles called once more, his voice more demanding.
“What!?” a voice called back, followed by the appearance of the little blue roan’s head from behind a broken wall. Icarus twisted his head around until he caught sight of his father, who was obviously not in a good mood. “I’m right here. See? All good.”
“We’re supposed to be joining your mother and Lady Sheva. There is no time for playing. Come on, before you hurt yourself…” Miles said, dropping his head in relief. It took Icarus a couple of seconds to wiggle out of his hiding hole, but he bounded over to his father a few moments later. Miles gave the colt a quick nip on his hind quarters as punishment for running off, before the pair set off to join the others.
It didn’t take long to find the other’s hoof prints, though the sleet was doing a good job of erasing them from the ground. Miles shook his fur out, accidentally showering Icarus in the cold mixture of ice and water. The colt jumped and let out a protesting squeal, making Miles smile a little. “My bad.” He said, Icarus giving him a hard glare.
“You did that on purpose!” Icarus snapped, shaking his head. “I’m going to tell mom.”
“You go ahead and do that.” Miles replied, knowing full well he’ll probably just get a sigh or a look from the lovely palomino mare. Speaking of which, he caught sight of her in the distance. The group hadn’t left yet, which Miles was grateful for. He had a feeling that if he had made them wait any longer, he would’ve been left behind. As the pair got closer, Miles realized the group was made of mostly spotted horses and was mildly amused at the sight.
Icarus, on the other hand, noticed the young fillies that were with them and puffed his chest up. He had ladies to impress, even if they were older than him. He noticed Sheva next, the large mare was hard to miss, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to get away with too much mischief. He could handle his parents, but Miss. Sheva was a mare to not mess around with!
Miles was about to call out to his hopeful mate, when he saw Grange next to her. Grange and Casper had a long friendship that Miles knew could sometimes be closer than his own relationship with the mare, and one he respected. He kept his distance, letting the mare have her time with her friend, and instead approached the other horses. He bowed his head to each of them in greeting, before his eyes rested on Sheva, his head bowed a little longer. “Apologies for making you wait.”
Icarus, being one with no boundaries, marched up to his mother and head butted her, before looking up at Grange. He waggled his tail and grinned up at the stallion, not noticing the new scars that the stallion had recently gained. “Uncle Grange! Mommy was so worried about you! I’m glad she found you and that you’re with us!” he said, his tail wagging more.
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((OOC;; Sorry for the wait, I was away on vacation up until today xD Please let me know if posting as these two like this is confusing (I'll be more than happy to post as one or the other separately), and if I need to repost this after Paper's next turn if it throws off the posting order)) |
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