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Post by ponybones on Jun 9, 2015 0:31:26 GMT -5
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Post by ponybones on Jun 9, 2015 1:09:50 GMT -5
So many young faces, not a one over the age of 20 if she had to take a gamble. She could hear the chattering of their many conversations going around, Lotus and Abel's sweetheart bickering, and her inquisition after Melia's age, Grange and Casper...and a few new ones. Sheva's brilliant crimson eyes squinted as she tried to focus through the driving wetness, and saw Felicity and her banner of flaxen mane galloping towards them. An audible sigh of relief escaped her as she saw the filly approaching. "I understand, darlin'...I was just worried is all." The older mare said softly, nipping at her ear gently before watching her go off to Melia's side. Good, they would take care of each other - Sheva certainly thought they would both benefit from that relationship. Her brows remained knitted though as she looked out into the dark. She saw a male shape looming and her heart sunk into her hooves, before it quickly revealed itself as being Miles, with Icarus in tow. She nearly melted at his apology, knowing she had made the right decision for guards, or rather hoping she had. Miles was too respectful, too gentle to try anything and Abel was her own son. Hopefully with Grange's ties to Casper, she could trust him as well, but he was Cain's plant, for better or worse.
With the entire group present, it was time to get on the move. "Pair off, and spread out." Sheva said, her voice strong though her mind worried the same question it had been when she was still standing out in the elements alone. Was she leading these young souls to ruin? She certainly hoped not, and she had to trust her gut on this one. Thinkin's never done you much good anyway. she thought as she started to move away. "We'll stay in a line, and make sure you can see the pairs to either side of you." Sheva glanced around for someone without a partner, and saw the shy champagne mare Niya. This one, she had certainly dragged unnecessarily into chaos. Sheva approached her and lowered her head slightly, before smiling her infectious grin. From this moment forth, she would be purging all doubt. "Would you mind pairin' up with me?" She asked, nodding out into the soggy darkness.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 9, 2015 1:14:29 GMT -5
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 9, 2015 5:18:58 GMT -5
Lotus sidestepped his attempt at physical contact, putting a few paces between them. "Paws off buddy, or I'm tearing 'em off and turning 'em into earrings," she growled at him. In the past, she would've made good on that threat without a second thought. These days though she'd lost most of her malice, replaced it with a healthy irritation. She'd been ashamed of herself when she'd first noticed the lack of edge and poison to her voice. After what he'd done to her, she'd fully intended to go on hating him for the rest of her life. And yet she couldn't help the voice of reason, the one which started gnawing at her a few months ago -- he hadn't intended to hurt. He'd intended to help, and like it or not, for better or worse, he had.
She rolled her eyes at him and let out a sarcastic scoff. "Oh please," she told him, sending a huff of incredulous air out her nostrils. "I'm a saint. Everyone else just pushes my buttons." She snorted at him, tossing her mane frustratedly. She was not a snail. Instead of chasing after him, like she knew he wanted her to, she turned her attention to the little filly who'd just answered her question -- fourteen.
"You're how old?" Lotus asked, somewhat scandalised. Wow, she was really bad at this guessing thing. "Wow, you're practically a grown up, aren't you?" She would have assumed ten. TOPS. But fourteen? Was that really what fourteen year olds looked like these days? Lotus remembered being practically full grown at fourteen -- but perhaps she was a little biased. She was sure, now that she thought about it, that her brothers would object, say she was the same squirmy little rat she'd always been.
The arrival of a second filly startled her, barely older than the one she'd spoken to (the one whose name she couldn't remember, despite the fact she was quite sure it had been said... at least twice). Soon after, two blue roans came trotting up, undoubtedly father and son, and the boy was the smallest of the lot. "What is this, a mission or a daycare?" Lotus asked with a huff as the little colt ran up to the girls.
Not a moment later, Sheva laid out the plan - divide and conquer, but don't go too far. Implement the buddy system. Lotus' heart skipped a beat; her ears flicking forward with anticipation. This was it. This was her time to break free.
She looked around at the smiling faces, the friends and family that surrounded her. She wanted that. But she wouldn't get it here; she didn't belong here. She belonged out there: running free, looking for her brothers, reuniting her family. She sent a quick look at Abel, staring at the back of his head as he trotted a few paces ahead of her. Maybe she could have that here. She'd could settle down, possibly with him. But she'd be looked down upon her entire life, treated as a second class citizen. A slave, fighting for every ounce of humanity she had left. She didn't know if she could do that.
No. She'd run. She'd go along with her plan, and she'd get as far away as she could, as fast as possible. Hopefully before anyone knew she was missing. That was the perk to having no friends; no one would notice she was gone. Except maybe Abel.
She trotted by herself towards the edge of the group, took her position as part of the search party. It was all down to timing now, she thought anxiously, her tail flicking distractedly. When they were distracted -- she'd make her move. |
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Post by katha88 on Jun 9, 2015 6:24:33 GMT -5
Abel
Rolling his eyes, Abel let her drop behind him as she was discussing Melia’s age with the teenage filly. Abel had quite grown fond of the filly additions to their family, every year they grew bigger in numbers, though everyone had to have a decent amount of independence, as Sheva’s heart was big and besides her own sons, she fostered a flock of fillies. His lips curled into a smile as he watched his mother, she had always been a wonderful mom, loving and caring and somehow she managed to give everyone at least a bit of attention daily so nobody ever felt left out.
As everyone had formed into pairs and was trotting in a line, Lotus had stubbornly fallen behind Abel but quickly closed the distance and placed herself next to him at the edge. Abel glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, she seemed… excited. He raised a brow, as he kept watching her, while his hooves almost soundless brushed over the soaked ground. Was she already planning to escape?! Abel looked at the other broods, he didn’t expect Casper to run away and neither would the younglings, but what about Niya? She was just in the same position as Lotus, a captured slave, unhappy and most willing to escape. Sheva had just joined her, but who knew what the mare had in mind. His nostrils wrinkled in distaste as he glanced back at the thrilled expression of his companion, she never looks so happy and excited with me he thought.
He hoped that Grange and Miles were alert enough, but they seemed quite distracted by their friends and foals. He snorted as the anxiousness was crawling in his stomach. „Melia, Felicity!“ He adressed the younglings, trying to calm his paranoia as the sleet was still raining down on them. „Please don’t leave the line. We have to stay close.“ He added gently then, as the fillies only moved an inch ahead of the group, „otherwise the grass beasts will eat you first!“ He rumbled playfully and pulled on Felicitys tail hair.
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NaporieRizia
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 9, 2015 7:03:49 GMT -5
At last everyone was here it seemed. They would finally be able to move on through this mucky mess and begin their mission... Hmmm, she liked the sound of that word. It made her feel important. She was on a mission. Yes. At last she could feel like she was of some use to the herd, not just a run down piece of property. Honestly the thought of escaping had not yet crossed her mind, and perhaps it wouldn't. Her fear of the stallions was too deeply ingrained for her to ever attempt such a thing. All in all, she had long ago accepted that her destiny - just like her name - was to live and die here, as a slave to the bachelors. As much as this thought broke her heart, she didn't see this truth ever changing until the day the unicorns came to save them all.
Her ears perked in attention when she heard the order to pair up. She rose her head, blinking against the sleet that pelted at her face as she scanned the group for someone who might be her partner. She didn't know anyone here well, but she wasn't opposed to getting to know someone either. As she swept over those who were present though she slowly came to realize that she was perhaps the only one who didn't yet have a partner. Casper seemed content with Grange. Miles would no doubt keep his son at his side. The two fillies were very happy with each other. And Abel and Lotus had already gone off to line up. It appeared that her only choice was...
Before the name could even run through her thoughts the mare approached and asked her the one thing she had just been thinking. A gentle grin pulled at her lips, just a bit surprised that the Lady had approached her herself, though quite honestly pleased with that fact. She was timid, yes, but she was not by any means antisocial. She was very capable of starting a conversation and getting to know a stranger if the situation was right. Today she wasn't quite sure it was the ideal situation for making friends, but nonetheless she was glad to accompany the white spotted mare.
"I would be glad to." She replied politely with a dip of her head. She offered a kindhearted smile as she joined beside the mare to begin their journey into the dark. Her emerald eyes took yet another look up at the darkening sky. It seemed the weather wouldn't be giving them a break any time soon. A shiver ran down her spine and she couldn't place weather it was from the cold that pelted her back or from the excitement (good or bad she had not determined) of this exhibition.
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Post by cactussis on Jun 9, 2015 8:08:14 GMT -5
The roan filly could not help but grin proudly the moment the older brood realized just how wrong she had been. Already at an early age did Melia understand the benefit of having a ‘young face’ – having been assumed to be a six-year-old was irrelevant. That was what docile broods born in the herd would say at least and vanity was after all a common trait for those who thought of themselves as sought after. Melia could not wait to see if she would still look young and pretty whenever she reached maturity!
“Yup!”, Melia replied with her head held high and hooves prancing on the slippery grass, which may or may not have made her close to tripping at some point. Her age clearly did not give any excuse to her clumsiness.
“And when I grow up, I might become as pretty as you!”, she chirped additionally, looking past those scars and grumpy demeanour as she smiled to the greying mare.
The familiar voice of another filly seemed to distract both however, and Melia gasped happily by the view behind her. The group was coming together! Despite the sleet that was falling heavier and heavier upon the group, the last additional members had found and joined the party. Much to Melia’s relief, Felicity was with them and not a minute too late before the group would have left the meeting spot.
“Fel!”, Melia squealed and welcomed her playmate to walk beside her. She pressed her muzzle against the filly’s cheek, happy to see that her friend was well and ready to go.
“Sure am! Scared? Never!”, she said in an attempt to shrug off the worries at the back of her head. Most importantly it was to keep Felicity in a good mood though, despite the bad weather and journey they had in front of them. There was not many years in-between the two fillies but Melia had developed a certain ‘big sister complex’. Considering the lack of younger fillies and majority of colts (who would be raised by their fathers once weaned anyway), Melia was inexperienced by the idea of taking someone under her wings but seemed to subconsciously do so anyway.
“This will be an adventure!”, Melia tried to cheer and trotted determined to the front, but a wind full of sleet stopped her from looking so excited immediately and she shook her head with a snort and flying drops of water that escaped her blonde mane.
“A cold adventure!”, she rephrased but kept her good spirits all the same.
The group was suggested to stay in pairs and Melia certainly stuck to Felicity, walking far enough on the front to not have to worry about having Grange’s company bothering her. With Fel close to her and Abel behind, what could possibly go wrong? Icy sleet and blurred vision, that’s what. So far, so good, though.
Not good enough for Abel though, clearly, as he teasingly tried to hustle both fillies and even nip at Felicity’s tail! How dare he!
“Abel, stop it!”, Melia protested but with a giggle. Playfully she bucked in her brother’s direction, but not within range to cause any harm and certainly not within range for him to try and grab her tail too!
“We know what we are doing! We are sneaking, excuse you.”, Melia said with a smug look on her face as if she knew more about sneaking than the Scavenger himself. However, she tried to slow her pace and ease his worries. After all, she did not want to get eaten.
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Post by valiantshadow on Jun 9, 2015 11:17:06 GMT -5
The champagne stallion would have liked more time to talk with those he knew, but it was not to be. A quick nuzzle to Casper, a head dipped in hello to Miles, and a playful nudge against Icarus's shoulder was all Grange got before Sheva called the group to order. As they started off, the scarred appaloosa let his eyes rove over the group; they were all young, very young. He couldn't even imagine why Icarus was here, unless Sheva just couldn't live without inviting Miles, and Miles in turn couldn't find anyone to watch over his child. But, Grange trusted that both Miles and Casper would keep the small colt safe. And, he was here on guard duty; if anything happened, it would be his responsibility to lend an extra set of eyes, ears, and teeth - if it came to that - to protect the young ones.
There were many horses Grange did not recognize as well. Mares mostly; he tried to avoid them as much as possible on a daily basis - something the scars on his face attested to a little too painfully - and so did not recognize many of the faces. Melia and Sheva were the only two he could really pick out. He noticed that Melia seemed quiet, looking a bit out of sorts when he first joined the group. So, she hadn't forgotten that awful trip into the mountains either. Grange snorted. If she could still defend Cain after what he had done to Grange, then the stallion was glad that Melia had trotted off to find a new group of horses to talk to; he wanted her on the other side of the group, since it seemed she was going to be a part of the mission. The farther away, the better. Which, by the look of the gabbing group of mares, did not seem to be a problem.
Teams? Grange's attention was caught by Sheva's announcement. So, a buddy system. That was nice and all, but there were very few guards, and very many mares. So Grange wondered if that would really be the best idea. But he was not going to argue now; Sheva may have been the momma figure anyone could want or need, but she still had to report to Cain, and Grange shuddered to think what might happen if she reported that he'd been questioning his leader on this mission. So, keeping his trap shut, he trotted alongside Casper, moving through the sheets of sleet towards their goal. Finding Klaus. Also, wholly unpleasant. Today, Grange decided - looking at the ragtag group around him - was not going to be a very good day.
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Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 9, 2015 14:54:54 GMT -5
Casper shrugged at Sheva's inquiry as to the whereabouts of her mate and son as she honestly didn't know where the two had gone off to. With the whole herd having been gathered in one place she had trusted that someone would be looking out for the small roan colt, and she wasn't really one to hover over him constantly. But with this weather she was beginning to worry a bit, unsure as to how well the buildings --which she knew Icarus had wanted to explore-- would hold up.
She needn't have worried, however, as shortly after the thought crossed her mind the pair of blue roans approached the group. "Hello baby," She cooed down at Icarus, nuzzling his head and nipping playfully at his tail before looking up and locating Miles, "and hello 'man'" she called out teasingly. She probably would have winked then, if she had the capacity --and second eye-- to do so. But as things stood she settled with a light and joking smirk, before turning her attention back to Sheva as the older mare gave instructions to pair off.
At her words Casper cast her gaze over to Miles for a moment, suddenly torn between who she should pair with...'someone has to watch over Icarus' She thought, glancing over at the other younger members of the group; though it seemed the two fillies would be pairing with each other. The palomino couldn't help but let out a quiet snort of amusement at the thought of Grange having to pair up with her son...so it was decided then. "Icarus dear, why don't you pair up with your father hmm?" she nickered softly to the small appaloosa, nudging him a couple of times encouragingly on the rear. A few moments later found her trotting alongside Grange as they moved to follow Sheva's orders.
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Post by ponybones on Jun 9, 2015 15:42:04 GMT -5
As the smaller mare shivered, Shiva chuckled and looked up into the darkening sky, her own pelt a mess of black, white, and clearly pink flesh, not to mention the mud splashed up on her legs. She watched as everyone fell in line, finding predictable partners, though she watched Melia and Grange eye each other as if the other was a grassbeast preparing to rip out their throat. Her eyes narrowed and she logged that information away. The question of why Cain had assigned Grange to her became even more pressing now - certainly it was not sabotage? He wouldn't send her out on such vague terms, allow her to gather those she wished to for what she had surmised might be a long and potentially fruitless journey, just to have them killed, right? Though she trusted the pale stallion, quicker than most others in the herd, it didn't mean that she understood him any better than the others did. She simply had faith that anything had to be an improvement from the son of the son of the son of those who had oppressed her bloodline earlier.
She flinched and glanced away. Her father, even at this age, would have given her a sharp bite or smack for such thoughts. She wasn't unhappy in the herd, not herself, but to see Niya and those like her suffer so much did not please her. Why couldn't they just keep the happy mares, such as her and her sister, Delilah...potentially because that was the end of the list in her mind. It was best not to think about it for now. Figuring that there would be no violence breaking out anytime soon, Sheva gestured for them to start, and made sure to stick beside Niya, their bodies sharing warmth. "How long have you been in the herd now?" Sheva asked in a whisper, trying to comfort any fear that the skittish-seeming mare might be harboring, though speaking wasn't the best of ideas for covert missions.
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Post by Leaftail on Jun 9, 2015 16:29:35 GMT -5
It took no time for the older mare to give out instructions. They were to be in a linear formation, two by two, and able to see each other. Miles watched as the pairs started to form. Melia and Felicity, Abel and Lotus, Sheva taking the shy Niya, which left him, his son and mare, and Grange. Grange had given his son a slight nudge, which brought a smile to Miles’ face.
‘Icarus, dear, why don’t you pair up with your father, hm?’ Miles heard Casper say, and Icarus nodded quickly, returning to the older stallion’s side. “Stay close, I don’t want to lose you in this weather.” Miles gave his son a quick nuzzle, before joining the others as they group started forward, his eyes never staying in one place too long as he knew that danger could be lurking nearby.
Icarus couldn’t help but stare at the larger horses as they traveled, as his father seemed preoccupied with watching out for danger, and was curious as to what each group was talking about. With perked ears, he watched as Abel instructed the fillies to stay close or grassbeasts would get them. He tilted his head, nostrils flaring. He had heard of grassbeasts, but didn’t know what they looked like. The small colt grinned, as a thought crossed his mind, and pinned his ears back. He kicked off the ground and launched himself at the fillies, letting out a squeal. “I’m a grassbeast, watch out!” he teased, missing the girls by a few inches, flicking his short black tail at them.
Miles was unable to stop his son from shooting out from beside him, and pinned his ears back as his son started to misbehave. “Icarus. This is not the time to be playing, come back here and stay by my side. Sheva’s instructions also included you,” He said his voice stern and unwavering. “Please don’t embarrass your mother or I. This is an important mission we’ve been tasked with.”
Icarus stuck his tongue out as he trotted back to his father’s side, before getting a face full of black hair as his face swiped his tail into his path. “I just want to play!” he announced, shaking his father’s tail off of him and reluctantly getting back into place.
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 10, 2015 6:26:44 GMT -5
(( OOC NOTE: God modding in this post was done with permission from Katha, in the hopes that we might keep this interaction fast paced. Evidence of permission can be seen here. ))
Lotus snorted at the little filly's flattery, but grinned despite herself. "Kid, you are going to get far in life," she told her with a laugh. Lotus grinned after the not so little filly as she went to join her friends, her smile both self satisfied and impressed. Flattery tended to get you places, particularly here; it wasn't a skill she had ever mastered. She was much too proud to admit the greatness in strangers.
She let her eyes drift back towards the empty landscape, the sleet spattering against rocks and disappearing into mounds of grass which rolled out as far as they eye could see. Her mind drifted back toward thoughts of escape. The ground was turning soft beneath her hooves; she was already churning up chunks of dirt, splashing mud up her legs as she trotted along. If she was going to make a break for it, it had to be soon, while the earth was still good for running. She looked back over their small herd, everyone preoccupied with one another, no one paying attention to her. They wouldn't notice, she told herself again. But Abel would. Not only would he notice, but he'd go after her. She needed a way to assure herself a head start. A simple distraction wasn't going to cut it. She needed a plan.
She watched the others, looking for clues, for hints, for anything that would help. She observed carefully, but only out of the corner of her eye -- she didn't want to draw attention. It took her a moment, but as she watched the little roan colt run at the fillies, she realised what she had over Abel. Her. He wanted her, he'd made that quite clear more times than she could count. She'd flirted, led him on, torn him down and run him over like a steam engine. Sure, she liked him better now, but that didn't mean she wasn't beyond using him again.
She trotted up next to Abel, picked out a clump of his blonde mane and gave it a gentle tug. "Come with me," she told him, a soft but mischievous smile across her lips. "I have something to show you."
She led him out past the group, trotting ahead, looping back like an excited filly, urging him on with a girlish giggle and a word here or there. "Hurry, we'll miss it!" she told him, pulling out ahead of him. She led him far enough away that it wouldn't look too suspicious -- she could still hear the muffled voices of their herd mates, see their dark silhouettes against the sleet and curling fog. To the rest, they would be two young lovers taking advantage of a moment alone. Chances are, people would avert their eyes, embarrassed to be apart of such an intimate moment.
Lotus stopped, stared up at the gently pulsing stars, and brushed her body against Abel's broad chest. "Beautiful, aren't they?" she asked, her voice soft and crisp, her words swinging back and forth like a song on the breeze. She brushed her short, thick tail against his neck, letting it slide over him, letting it tickle him as she meandered past. "When I was little, my mother used to say that the stars were the trapped souls of the wicked, forced to look down forever upon their mangled reflections on the ocean's surface." She paused, pushed her warm body against his own, pressing herself into the crook of his neck. She reached up at him, brushed his muzzle with hers and let it rest there, black velvet brushed up against his brown, breathing out plumes of cold air as the sleet rained down around them. "Romantic, isn't it?" she asked, her voice a quivering whisper, eyes shut gently as she moved her head into the cook of his neck. "How something so cruel could one day become something so breathtakingly beautiful?"
She let his body slide over hers, and they stood together in silence for a long moment, watching the stars as the clouds disguised and revealed them. She pushed her muzzle into his forelock, pressed her head against his neck, and let out a sad sigh. She pulled away, letting her thick tail tickle his chest one last time, sending a her prettiest smile back at him -- before pulling her hooves back and smashing him hard in the chest. She put everything she dared into that kick -- she didn't want to kill him, she just wanted to buy some time. Her hooves landed with a loud smack! and she took off, throwing herself over the grass and dirt, powering through the sleet and the early evening air to freedom at last.
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Post by katha88 on Jun 10, 2015 7:17:27 GMT -5
Abel
Grinning at Melia and Felicity as the cocky filly gave him her smug look he shook his head amused, she was just too sweet and then Icarus came whirling around them and almost sounding like a grass beast and Abel had to laugh. These younglings were so carefree and well protected, a fuzzy feeling flooded over his frosted spine. His attention quickly turned to Lotus, when she pulled on his mane and asked him to follow. What did she have in mind? He had to admit, they were doing perfect today for their standards and Lotus allowed him much more body contact and nuzzles as usual. Maybe she had missed him too? Maybe she was tricking him? Abel couldn’t help but reply her mischievous smile, following her. He nodded towards Sheva, showing her it was ok and trotted behind Lotus, curious about her intentions. He called after her, “what do you want to show me?” An insecure laugh escaped him, did she actually turn into an romantic as she stared up into the stars and he followed her gaze. His heart raced as she brushed against him and his insides started to flutter wildly. He took a deep look into her eyes, silently gasping as she teased him and her thick tail hair brushed over his face. As she pushed her body once more against him, he couldn’t reply on her dripping quote, he was bespelled by her, his brain in standby mode.
When she brushed her muzzle against his, he took a deep breath, leaning into the touch. It was like she had pulled him into one of his dreams he used to have about Lotus and it was just too perfect. He opened his eyes as she whispered to him again, leaning into her body as he curled his neck around hers and his heart still skipping beats of joy. “I-It is.” he stuttered silently under his breath. As they stood there his brain only slowly seemed to turn back on and he wondered why she suddenly had changed her mind. Was it just a game? Was she again going to refuse him afterwards? It could be so beautiful with her, if she for once confessed to it. As the thoughts rambled through his mind and he watched her as she moved in front of him once more and her tail tickled on his skin, she smiled at him. Once more his heart jumped, it felt warm fuzzy, beautiful and he felt like he could hug the world, beautiful Lotus, beautiful Lotus, how his heart raced how…. with a hard thunder Lotus’ hooves crashed into his chest, blowing out the air of Abel’s lungs, skipping his heart once more.
He staggered, his eyes open in terror and confusion.
What had just….
As she gave him one final glance, she turned away running, his eyelids fluttered and closed and Abel's body slammed loosely into the ground that was covered in icy slush. His breath ragged, his mind on standby once more.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 10, 2015 9:54:50 GMT -5
Niya fell in step beside the other spotted mare. Even in the mud her movements were naturally graceful, giving her a floating sort of look as she walked. It was as if she were walking on air you might say. She was glad that she was so very agile. It made it so much easier picking through this uneven ground thanks to her exceptional agility. Before now she'd never found the greatest use for it, but now it came in very handy. Her legs looked like a mess though. The mud had caked to her feathers, causing them to bundle up and hold onto the wet earth until her legs looked like they were tree trunks with no definition at all. It was rather uncomfortable and a few times she'd tried shaking the mud off but after a while of it only building up again she gave up on it and decided to just ignore the strange, heavy feeling around her hooves.
An ear pointed toward Sheva when she began to talk, paying close attention as her voice was very soft after all. Picking up that they were supposed to stay quiet she made a note to keep her voice soft as well. That thankfully wasn't a hard thing for her as her voice was naturally soft and could be hard to be heard at times. She took a moment to consider the question asked of her, mentally counting the years that it must have been. "I think it must be 8 years now." She replied just as quietly as the question asked. 8? That was it? It sure felt like a lot longer than only eight years. She supposed that still was a long time, but time had gone by slowly for the unhappy mare.
Her attention was suddenly grabbed by a thud followed by quick, sudden movements from the sides of her eyes. Her head threw up to it's full height as she narrowed her eyes to see what it is that was running through the mud and sleet. Was that a horse? At first she'd been afraid of ambush but it didn't take very long to realize it was running the other way. Oh no! Someone was getting away! Part of her was fearful for the mare as she ran, afraid she'd be caught and punished for such an attempt, but the rest of her mentally cheered on the brave horse, praying that she was able to escape to freedom at last. Her heart leaped out to her, wishing she could go with her but her fear for the stallions of the herd held her captive, as if a heavy weight around her hooves that gripped tighter than the mud built around them.
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Post by valiantshadow on Jun 11, 2015 22:49:57 GMT -5
Grange had been trotting along beside Casper, trying to ignore the sleet, the useless nattering of the mares, and the task at hand. He held no good feelings towards Klaus; the leader had haunted Grange's early years, becoming part of the reason Grange had been so shy as a colt. He had been afraid of the consequences. Perhaps, if he'd been more afraid of Cain, instead of seeing him as an interloper - someone to challenge - he might have been better off. But Grange did not always make the best of decisions. Especially when it came to following a leader who was not advocating enough change, nor advocating it near fast enough. True, the herd would need some time to wrap their minds around the amazing principle of equality, but they had all been taught since birth to follow the leader. So if the leader said to treat the mares well, wouldn't they do it? Grange was sure Klaus would never have thought that way; he would not like even the few rules Cain had loosened. And the champagne stallion was loath to meet up with the old leader again for that very reason.
Grange's attention was grabbed from his thoughts by a frolicking Icarus, who Miles quickly put back in line. The sight made Grange smile slightly; he never had been a fan of foals, but how could he possibly have a cold heart when it came to Casper's firstborn son? He was just so darn cute. Grange shook his mane, freeing icy particles, as he watched Icarus fall back into line, sobered for the moment by his father's words.
Movement. Something flickered in the corner of Grange's eye, and he turned his head to get a better look as he trotted along. It was an animal, running quickly. Quickly, Grange twisted his head, looking at spread out group of horses. He counted. A pair was missing. "Hold on a minute, Cas," Grange said, his voice terse as he cantered away from his partner, heading for Sheva. "Lady Sheva!" he called, trying to get the mare's attention. "Someone's running," the stallion whinnied, his tail lashing anxiously as he strode towards the appaloosa mare. As a guard, he knew it was his duty to keep the group safe. But would Lady Sheva want him to round up the running horse, or would the seemingly soft-hearted, motherly mare let the runner go?
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