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 14, 2015 19:24:24 GMT -5
Of course his attack was met with barely a glance from the two unknown figures. Miles knew his attacks probably weren’t powerful enough to do any real damage and the fact that Isaac just took the few orbs that hit him like a champ only proved his theory. If they made it out of this situation alive, Miles vowed to one day make his gift useful. The other horse had actually sent a column of fire to meet the orbs aimed at him after shouting for everyone to stop, which made the blue roan draw back. He thought he recognized the voice that had called out and the dark shape hiding in the sleet was familiar.
But no…they couldn’t have found him that easily could they?
Icarus pranced next to his mother, happy to be off to see what was going on with everyone else. Sure, everyone’s negative moods should’ve been a warning of what was to come, but he didn’t care about that. His dad was doing something cool, so he had to see it! “We’re almost there mommy! I think I see the others!” he called, wagging his tail and doing leaps in place as the pair followed behind Abel and the fillies.
Once Icarus could make sight of the rest of the group, as much as he could see in this weather, he noticed everyone standing around, staring at dark shapes that took the form of horses he had no clue about. He looked for his father and Grange, and once he found their shapes he wanted to bolt for them, but remembering his mother’s words he stayed put. “Mom! There’s daddy and Uncle Grange…why is everyone standing around?” he asked, looking up at the palomino mare. “And who are they?” Those last words were hushed as he gave the strangers a look.
Miles’ ears flicked back as he caught some of his son’s words. So Casper decided to follow directions. Miles felt his heart almost give out in relief. If the weather had been different, he could’ve argued with Sheva on the safety of the foals. If visibility wasn’t so bad, he was sure that Casper would find a good spot to hide those that needed protecting. But as luck would have it, the weather seemed to be getting worse. The sleet seemed to be hitting harder and suddenly Miles was worried about hail starting to form. A good chunk of ice could knock a horse out, and he was tempted to turn his back on the strange stallion to make sure Icarus was under Casper or himself. But, there was no turning his back on a horse that had the bloodlust of the worst Bachelor, and he needed to give Casper more credit. She was doing an amazing job taking care of their son.
He would just have to wait and see what was going to happen and if his theory on the mysterious horse was correct.
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Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 14, 2015 20:07:42 GMT -5
Casper was silent as she followed slightly behind the others as they all made their way through the freezing rain and slush. The tall mare glanced up for a moment, wondering if she was just overly worried or if the weather was getting worse. Could it get worse? She snorted slightly in frustration, and not only at her lack of knowledge of the Eastern Isle's climate. She was nervous and on edge, but pushed it down for Icarus' sake; if she showed her fear it might scare him, and the last thing they needed was a panicked foal.
"I see them too honey, stay by me though." She whinnied softly to her son as they got closer and she could begin to make out figures through the darkness. She came to a stop within eyesight --though still a bit away-- from the others; leaning her head down to usher Icarus back under her to shield him both from the weather and, potentially, the two other figures she still could not recognize. "I don't know baby." She replied to Icarus' question, keeping her eye trained on the two figures...no wait...that one looked familiar somehow...Casper couldn't tell in the dark and sleet, and fought the urge to move forward to get a better look.
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NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 14, 2015 20:32:27 GMT -5
The pounding of hooves in the slushy mud made Niya lift her head to look around, squinting her eyes to try and see who was coming. Though she couldn't make hardly anything out, the number that came followed by the voices she soon heard assured her that the others had come. At last! Now the stallion would be outnumbered. He'd be forced to forfeit. There was no way he could fight so many! Suddenly her courage began to build again, not so much because of herself, but because she had faith in the group of horses she was with. They were strong... heck, they all had to be to survive life as a Bachelor. Quietly she trudged her way through the mud toward the others as they gathered not far from the two fighting horses. Before she could reach them a loud voice called out to stop. She froze. Another horse? Her ears dropped and she flinched at the sudden show of bright flames which lit the night momentarily before fading away again, leaving them once more in the dark. She could see the many shapes of equines gathered just a few horse-lengths away from her, and she yearned to move closer. She didn't like being on her own in the dark, even if they were so very close. Another shiver ran through her body, making her ears flicker. What was going on? Sheva and the two strangers were exchanging a conversation of some sort, or so it appeared, but no words met her ears, despite how much she asked for them to.
She couldn't take it any more. There was strength and numbers and here she was standing over here all her own. She determined that the new stranger, large and dark, so much so that he blended right in with the night blackness, had not meant her when he yelled stop, but everyone else. Lowering her head she approached to join the others, none of whom she knew well, but all who were far more inviting at the moment then the icy cold of the night. She stopped when she came beside a light colored horse. Grange she was quite sure. He had been the first to come to the fight... beside herself - foolish as she'd been - and she was glad to take cover beside him. Even if she didn't know him, he meant protection at the moment. And so she stood beside him, not caring of the fact that she was so much older and taller than him. he obviously knew more about fighting than herself, as was evident from his scars. She only hoped that the fighting had finally come to an end. Perhaps with Lady Sheva here, all could be taken care of and any misunderstandings cleared up.
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katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Jun 14, 2015 23:23:47 GMT -5
Abel
As Sheva loped off into the night, Abel followed her. At first he stumbled a bit, his face ghastly by the pain in his chest but with every stride he arranged with it and could decently follow his mother. He glanced back at the fillies, smiling at them. "Don't worry, i am going to keep you safe." He turned his head back, how was he saving them, if he had lust let a mare knock him out.
As they came closer, Abel could make out Lotus immediately as she was backing off the massive horse that was now entangled with Grange and Abel had the similar feeling as Sheva as he watched them fighting and Lotus rammed into him.
He felt his guts twisting as he saw her fight, blood covered. And then the draft bounded towards them and Abel stopped stumbling, gaping, his eyes narrowed irritated.
"Isaac?" He whispered, not believing what he just was witnessing. He stepped shoulder to shoulder to Shiva looking at her with his eyebrows pulled up concerned and immediately flicking his eyes back at his blood covered brother. He had forgotten about all the other horses, except for Isaac and Sheva, they blurred out. Then his eyes narrowed angrily and his brows furrowed as he studied the big stallion, that was all a Bachelor stallion should be. He was perfect while he was just a useless little scavenger without any skills. His eyes crept towards Lotus and his gaze was hard as he locked his eyes on her, blood covered and exhausted from a fight that she would probably not have survived. His temper started to boil, then the last and final horse approached and it was... Klaus?
What was Isaac doing together with Klaus and ...
Was he a traitor now? He just couldn't wrap his mind around the events. There was Lotus badly injured, but he couldn't just ran towards her, as long as he didn't knew what his brother was doing here with Klaus and he could't abandon his mother, Casper and the three younglings. He lowered his head, pinning his eyes on Isaac and tensing his muscle, his ears pinned to his head. If he tried something stupid, Abel would rather risk his live, then to see harm coming to his mother
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Post by ponybones on Jun 15, 2015 0:10:51 GMT -5
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Post by ponybones on Jun 15, 2015 0:41:54 GMT -5
"What have you done, baby? What have you done?" Sheva whispered to Isaac, her crimson eyes staring straight into his muddy green, blood still trickling into one of them which was red from broken vessels. He looked so pathetic, so beaten down that it took a lot not to do what she had done with Abel just minutes before; wrap her neck over his and pull him into an embrace. She had forgiven many things, but this one - somehow it had crossed the line and all she could do was look with eyes that filled with unbidden tears. She shook them away quickly as she was addressed by none other than the stallion they were searching for, Klaus. Her face became hard as she heard Abel address Isaac, disappointment, anger, perhaps even hatred entering her younger son's voice. The Knabstrupper mare spared a glance over at him, and feared that he might act out of turn, while Klaus seemingly feared the same.
"Stand down! This is better talked out, we don't need any further violence." Sheva announced, taking a small ounce of pleasure at the old leader recognizing that she was, indeed head of this band, which consisted of stallions as well as mares. She looked him over - it seemed life outside the herd had not been good to him in the past year. But what was there to do with him, since she had had no intention of running headlong into him, just announcing on his whereabouts from afar. And, indeed, what was there to do with her son, whose behavior was just short of treasonous, if it didn't land square in that spectrum already. She shook her head at him as the sleet indeed turned to hail, and little balls started to pelt down from the sky. "Take the younglings to shelter, but stay close." She announced, looking at the three grown mares before gesturing for Miles and Grange to draw near, her eyes unflinching as they met Klaus' even as she was being assailed by the weather. Lotus appeared too wounded to try to escape, and as she watched her son's hungry eyes analyze Niya, she doubted that Klaus' choke chain on him would hold if she tried to bolt. "You are taking advantage." Sheva whispered to Klaus, her voice drowned out to all others by the slamming down of the hail, though it was clear from her expression that the words weren't friendly. Louder, she said "What are you doing back on this island? It's a dangerous place for you to be returning to."
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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Jun 15, 2015 1:10:34 GMT -5
Klaus' firey gaze rested dangerously on Abel as he stepped up beside his mother. It seemed that Bat-Sheva had enough sense to curb his word before he could question Isaac further. Speaking of which... Klaus spared a glance at his companion, bloodied and bruised from the small battle. The older stallion kept a stoic face, but internally he was whirring. Isaac certainly proved his devotion to Klaus, but the way the Belgian shrank at the sight of his blood relatives made Klaus uneasy. He would have to prevent Abel or Bat-Sheva herself from saying too much to their kin. Isaac was too temperamental for Klaus to believe he could be controlled completely.
Just as the weather worsened, Bat-Sheva seemed to succumb to Klaus' earlier threat. He waited in quiet as the Lady Brood ordered the Bachelors about. Finally, she returned her red eyes to Klaus' own. The Friesian's brow scrunched at the anger they seemed to emit. The stallion perked his ears slightly as words no louder than a whisper left Sheva's lips. "You are taking advantage." Klaus couldn't help the coy quirk of his head as he otherwise remained expressionless, not allowing the watching horses to clue in on what the Brood had said. He resisted all urges to smirk.
"Anywhere is dangerous for me," Klaus answered her, feeling oddly calm given that he was greatly outnumbered. "In fact, that is why I'm here. Isn't with a herd the safest place to be?" The stallion perked his ears and turned his head towards the approaching stallions. He spoke a little louder so that the gathered horses and the ones farther off might hear. Klaus was thinking a mile a minute. This hadn't been exactly what he'd planned with Isaac. Now was improv time. The only thing was, how to determine what to give away and what to not let leave his lips?
"And this is my herd, after all."
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Post by ponybones on Jun 15, 2015 1:41:20 GMT -5
Isaac turned his head away from his mother, his ears clenched tightly against his poll as if shutting out the words that filtered into them, not wanting to hear her shame. What have you done? bounced around in his skull in the silence, while he heard his brother hiss his name in distaste. He dared to look over at his younger half-sibling and saw the other struggling to hold his temper, allowing Isaac some mental reprieve. Both could bear her shame, though in truth, anger wasn't such a terrible quality in a stallion, at least in Isaac's mind. That's what he told himself so he could sleep at night. With his bleeding brows furrowed, he scanned the group that his mother had brought, for what purpose? His lip curled in distaste at the strong smell of mare, and of fresh blood, the younglings. Melia would be safe, as she was a favorite of his mother, and Felicity as well, the daughter of one of the Elites. However, they would grow up to be monsters. They all did, save his beloved mother. Disgusting, vile creatures, either simpering and useless or too bold and brassy. Looking at the champagne mare that had rushed to the graying one's pathetic rescue, he felt his jaw clench. Something that pitiful should be put out of its misery, in his mind.
The hail began to bombard the horses now, and visibility shrank further, though Isaac figured there were likely no more to join them. Who was this group? What was his mother doing in charge of these misfits? He couldn't speak to her though, as he had deferred to Klaus, who was speaking for them both. No, this was nothing like what they had planned, however Isaac had complete faith that Klaus would make his mother see reason. "That snake Cain has no place here. Unscarred, unproven, unworthy." Isaac finally grumbled, his voice low and resonating. "Klaus must return and set the herd back on the right track."
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 15, 2015 3:24:28 GMT -5
Lotus' knees were shaking, her head was reeling, and the ground was pitching beneath her like the ocean during a storm. So when the black stallion called for a stop, he didn't have to tell her twice. Even if he hadn't made such a ridiculous spectacle out of it, she wouldn't have been able to cary on. She was exhausted from loss of blood, her wounds burned hot against the frigid air. She stood perfectly still, blinking her eyes, trying to fight off the blurry black edges that threatened to consume her vision. She glanced at her dancing partner -- why had they been dancing? -- and smiled when he acknowledged Sheva as his mother. She couldn't say she was surprised. That mare had more babies than a bunny in spring. It wasn't a bad thing, only Lotus had no idea how she remembered all their names.
She watched through a veil of fog, listened to words that held no meaning half the time as her head swam and she tried to regain the ground beneath her. She took a deep breath and tried to make the world stop churning. Sleet turned to hail -- a thousand tiny hooves battering against her open wounds. She kept from wincing only because she didn't have the ability to do so.
Sheva's orders fell hard upon her ears. Was she included in this? How many mares were there? She looked around and tried to count them; lost track and tried again. Wait a minute... what was she trying to do? Never mind. For once, she was doing what she was told, no arguments, no backtalk. She didn't have the strength. "Come on, small ones, let's do the thing," she told them, the words coming out unintentionally slurred. She was vaguely aware of the slandering going on behind her, acidic words sliding from one stallion's mouth to another. As she turned to leave, her eyes fell briefly on Abel. She let out a sigh of relief. He was okay. See? She knew she'd done it right! How long has he been standing there? she wondered to herself.
She motioned to Niya and Casper with a quick jerk of her head, which was a bad idea -- the world began to swim all over again, and she sucked in a sharp breath as a sharp, stabbing pain launched itself out from her gaping neck wound, like someone had shoved an entire branch into her body. She snarled at the pain, as though she could scare it off, but quickly gave in and began dragging her shaking legs toward a low outcropping of rock just a few meters away. It looked like it was sheltered from the hail and the wind, hopefully it was big enough for all of them; all she wanted to do was lay down and close her eyes, and sleep for eternity, or at least until everything stopped hurting.
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Post by cactussis on Jun 15, 2015 4:49:50 GMT -5
When Abel called out to Melia and Felicity, it seemed to be the official start signal. His words had probably not meant to sound so rough and impatient, but it certainly made Melia hustle and almost slip on the mudded ground. Somewhere in the distance, Miles had called out to his family too and it seemed that Casper had given in to the reprimands, much to Melia’s relief. Melia was not leaving Casper or Icarus after all! If they hurried together, they could safely reach the others and stay in their company once again. Consequently however, they too would have to see what exactly was attacking them and Melia could not say that she was looking forward to that.
The closer they came, the lesser the howling wind managed to deafen the commotion further North, but the better it felt to finally reunite with Sheva and Abel. Melia pressed her nose against Sheva’s when the mare reached down; forcing a smile onto the filly’s grey lips as she half-heartedly kept her spirits up. As long as they were together it would be okay, right? Right?
With the group turning and starting to move, Melia made sure a final time that Felicity was right by her side before both would have to keep up with the adults. The slippery grass and mud did not make it easy on them, but Melia tried to keep herself in front of the younger filly to function as a windbreak once again. It was not much she could do except that.
Her ears flicked the moment she heard Abel talk to her and Felicity, ensuring them safety by his hooves. Melia could not have expected anything else from the older stallion whom she identified as a brother of sorts, but she also hoped he would not have to protect them while he was clearly still recovering from whatever the grey brood had done to him earlier. Nevertheless, it was nice to hear him talk gentler again, and she hoped it had soothed Felicity too.
Clumsily the roan filly came to a halt when the group arrived to the scene; pinning her ears down upon the sight of open wounds mixed with mud and terrifyingly familiar shapes in the dark. Abel and Bat-Sheva answered her fears as the fighting subdued. Isaac.
Melia took cover behind Abel and ushered Felicity to do the same, all the while she stared at the muscular draft who more or less was another adoptive brother of hers. She had many of ‘brothers’, admittedly, but few grew up for her to stay bonded to them. And if any of her brothers, Isaac was probably one of them who glared at her the most - for her wrong gender.
The dark figure afar was also familiar, giving Melia a stronger shiver than what Isaac had. This expedition had not meant to end like this! They had not meant to find him like this! That stallion was definitely-
“Take the younglings to shelter, but stay close.”
Melia stared at Bat-Sheva, worriedly but undeniably understood. This was no place for her or the broods, as much as she would have wanted to protest and preferably ask Klaus to be on his merry way and leave them. Her wishes remained as simple thoughts inside her head though and she departed from Bat-Sheva and Abel begrudgingly.
Lotus was joining them however, babbling out words that Melia barely made out. She was exhausted and bloodied; nothing Melia had already seen from stallions returning from their raids. Only problem was that mares were not supposed to suffer the same wounds. While mutters and passive-aggressive threats were exchanged in the background, Lotus snarled as pain overcame her and her weak pace had Melia worried.
“Fel, go and keep an eye on Icarus.”, Melia told her younger friend, hoping she would move to Casper’s company and stay there while Melia turned around. It was an innocent order, but hopefully enough to keep Felicity close-by as Melia parted from her. Felicity had probably seen blood once in her short life too – foals of the Bachelors were supposed to sooner or later - but Melia wished to keep her away from the wounded brood in case it would deem too much for her.
Carefully did Melia walk up to the greying mare and offered her small body to work as support, if the mare began to feel dizzy - which would not surprise Melia if she would, or already did. It was not much the roan filly could do about the hail or the wind, but she hoped that the little help she did give would be enough to let them reach shelter.
“Come on, it won’t be far.”, she tried to comfort the brood by saying, flicking her ears worriedly as she tried to catch eye-contact beneath that thick mane of Lotus’, which draped her tired face.
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NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 15, 2015 10:03:55 GMT -5
As Niya placed herself near the others, the sharp stare of the huge stallion pierced into her, making her grimace and lower her head. Maybe she would have been better off staying back in the shadows where she couldn't see those bloodshot eyes glaring at her. She didn't even bother to question why he was giving her such a hateful look. She just wanted to shrivel away where he couldn't see her. Subconsciously she took a ginger step backwards, as if she could hide behind the smaller stallion whom she had chosen as her protection at the moment. Her attention then moved to the dark stallion. Now that she was closer, she felt as if she recognized him. She narrowed her eyes some, trying to place where she'd seen such a horse before. A small little thought crossed her mind, but she couldn't allow herself to believe it. No, it couldn't be him could it? It was so dark she could hardly see him... but he was black, and he seemed of a baroque build. Quickly she looked around to her companions, wondering if they thought the same thing. It didn't take her long to realize the recognition in the eyes of many. So it was true. It was Klaus. They had found him... though not the way they had intended.
She gave a light snort of surprise when something hard knocked her in the head, followed by several more that pelted down on her back like thousands of sharp, cold teeth assaulting her. Hail, of course. The weather always seemed to have the worst timing. Her ears fell back against her neck in attempt to protect them from the pelting ice as she lowered her head, allowing her wet, muddy forelock to shift in front of her eyes for protection. Her once silvery tail, which was now completely covered in mud from her long run and sliding stops in the mud, flicked in irritation as she watched the horses around her loose focus until they were little more than colored shapes. Could things get any worse?
Then came Sheva's order to take the young foals to shelter and Niya's head rose as she searched for approval that she was included in that order. She was more than glad to go, get away from the tension here, and away from them. She wasn't sure if she had been asked to leave though, and with her thick forelock over her face she had missed the spotted mare's glance her way. When Lotus began to depart though after nodding to her and the other mare, she determined quite gratefully that she indeed was expected to go as well. Glad for the opportunity to escape Isaac's glare she quickly moved into a clumsy trot as she trudged through the mud, running to Lotus' side to aid her in case she were to stumble. She couldn't help her fight, but at least she could support her now.
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katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
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Post by katha88 on Jun 15, 2015 15:20:09 GMT -5
Abel
As the sleet turned into hail, the situation become more and more unpleasant. The little ice balls hitting Abel on his sensitive nostrils, his ears and some dared to jump at his eyeballs. He narrowed his eyes to cover them from the hail that poured on the horses, thundering loudly on every surface they hit, fog steaming up from the ground. He stood down, his nostrils still wrinkled. He was disappointed, angered and some hatred indeed mixed in as well as he looked at his brother. He noticed Klaus gaze and for the first time of his live, he stared back at him, disgusted by his sight. He had no place here, he wasn't a leader anymore and besides that he had always been an awful leader to the herd.
His attention to the two stallions in front of them was only taken away by Lotus, who followed Shivas orders. Abel raised a brow as the mare set one foot before the other, doing what she was bid - hadn't she just tried to escape? He missed her brief glance as he turned his attention back to his brother and former leader. As Klaus spoke, Abels temper crawled up his throat and tried to choke him. "You have no place in this herd anymore Klaus!" He exclaimed determined, yelling against the noise of the storm, in this strange formation with his mother as the leader of their weakly group, he found a courage that had been denied to him his whole life, had he ever spoken up to an older stallion before? Had he ever dared? "We are better off without you. Don't you remember? It was YOU who caused war between the Bachelors and Olde, YOU brought death and destruction to our lands. YOU are to blame that little Felicity back there has no mother anymore, others have also lost their lives or strength." Heat rushed up his face and he stomped his hoof on the ground as he talked himself into range. "EVERYONE is better off without you and your inconsistent abilities to lead. At the times we needed you, you went off, doing shit." Abel screamed against the thundering of the hail, even though he had never cared about politics of his herd, it was a fact that was known to everyone.
And then Isaac spoke up. "What are you doing here anyway?" He never had dared to speak up against his older brother, he had always respected him, not only because he feared his strong hooves, Abel valued family above everything, but this? "Don't you see how our mother is blossoming under Cains reign, how they all suddenly seem happier and content? Is that nothing to you? I thought I knew you better brother. I thought you cared about our mother and her well being, you most of us all." As Abel spoke and spit, his eyes twitched with nervous anger and pain that was caused by the hail slapping on his face and bones. "Cain has proven well enough as he had not lead our herd into misery while Klaus had vanished into thin air! He must NOT RETURN!" Abel yelled at the last two words, furious and headless. He wasn't thinking anymore. He wouldn't be able to fight, he wasn't able to talk sense into them and he had been disappointed and betrayed twice that night. It hurt to see Issac with Klaus and defending that miserable figure of an ex leader. He had been his older brother, he loved him, no matter how awful he might be sometimes, they had grown up under Shevas belly together, they had played and run. They had been happy foals before Brutus made him into what he is today. He felt tears well up in his eyes of frustration and rage, but quickly shook them off staring back at the mares and younglings, pretending he was looking after them.
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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 15, 2015 16:59:32 GMT -5
The familiar horse did turn out to be Klaus and Miles felt torn. He had held great respect for the old leader, trying to win favor in the dark horse’s eyes since he was old enough to be of use to the herd. To see him standing here, after having disappeared on his own herd, it was hard for the infantry stallion to make sense of. Miles had gained a position since Klaus left, and he wasn’t just another stallion with no status other than “life starter”. Would he turn against Cain and everything he had worked so hard for that recognition from Klaus?
Abel started to get agitated and voiced his opinion, claiming Klaus had no place in the Bachelor herd. Miles cringed back as Abel claimed it was Klaus’ fault the war started and his memories started to play in his head. No…no, it wasn’t Klaus’ fault entirely. They could’ve had a peaceful encounter with the Olde horses, but because Klaus had brought along the most ruthless of the herd…and if Miles hadn’t crossed the landbridge first…
The blue roan shut his eyes, shaking his head as hail took place of the sleet. As the small balls of ice hit him, they rolled down his coat, leaving behind no moisture. His gift came in handy sometimes.
“Abel! Shut up! If Klaus hadn’t said stop, Lotus would’ve been killed! Let him speak his peace before we make any decisions!” Miles shouted, snapping at the younger stallion. “If you had been at the landbridge when we encountered the Olde herd, you wouldn’t blame him; you’d blame the idiots that couldn’t keep the peace! We could’ve avoided this, if our own herd knew any amount of decency!” Miles was breathing heavily, anger taking hold of him. If he wasn’t so gentle, he probably would’ve lashed out at Abel. “Do not make this situation worse than it has already started to become!”
Miles kicked his foreleg into the muddy ground to try and calm himself. “He may have abandoned us, but what gives us any reason to trust Cain? He led us into a losing battle…and now we as a herd are separated in these stupid groups spread out over the island. We have Olde prisoners! Is that not enough for him? What is he playing at? Who is to say he isn’t trying to destroy the Bachelors…” The stallion started to visibly shake as he dealt with his anger and memories of the past. “I, for one, would like to hear what Klaus has to say in his defense. It is a loose end that I would like tied…”
Icarus pinned his ears back as he heard his father yell at Abel. He had never seen his father so angry. It seemed he knew at least one of the new horses. Everyone knew them. Why hadn’t he met them? Icarus was about to go introduce himself when Sheva instructed the mares take him and the fillies to shelter. The colt shifted underneath his mother, moving out from under her legs so that she could move without tripping over him. “Is daddy and the others going to be okay?” he asked, brushing up against Casper. He glanced at Lotus, who looked like she had been trampled on. He better listen to Ms. Sheva or something like that might happen to him. “Come on mommy…”
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Post by valiantshadow on Jun 15, 2015 17:38:27 GMT -5
It was like seeing a ghost. A terrifying, blood-chilling, bone-curdling black ghost. The sight of Klaus's face made Grange shiver, though he was sure that could be blamed on the bits of hail that were attacking him like angry bees, stinging his sides, rump, his face, ears - what was left of them - and anything else they could reach. He was getting very tired of this weather. Not to mention, the gloom put a strain on his eyes as he stared at the once-leader of the Bachelors. Grange remembered Klaus. Klaus had colored his childhood with the redness of fear, had inadvertently pushed the champagne into a quiet, conforming little box. Snippets, flashes, of Grange's childhood made their way before the stallion's eyes. None of the memories Klaus's appearance garnered were good ones.
However, Grange was only half supportive of Abel's outburst. Part of him wished the stallion had kept his mouth shut; this was a delicate preceding, and yelling at an ex leader, especially such a ruthless one, was a bad idea. But Grange remembered a time not so long ago, when he had been much the same. Though he was still young, the champagne had years more experience than he did life. He felt old. It seemed like so long ago when his own voice had challenged Cain. And where had that gotten him? Stuck on a freezing mountain. And now, with his face scarred even further than the traditional X marking. All because Cain felt he had to hold up the traditions that horses like Klaus perpetuated. All because Grange wanted to hate the leader for not fixing things. Any leader would do. Klaus, Cain, it didn't matter. But, if he had to be honest, he would choose to hate Klaus over Cain any day. Although Cain was responsible for the diamond marks criss-crossing Grange's face, the small stallion knew his leader was acting out of duty, not sadistic want. Klaus, on the other hand. Klaus would have enjoyed it, Grange was sure.
"Miles is right," the stallion said, glancing at Abel. "While your claims may not be unfounded," his eyes shot to Klaus - no, they were not unfounded at all, he thought - "That is neither the way nor the time to express them. Klaus could have let Lotus be killed. Be grateful he did not. Now, leave the talking to our visitors, and our leaders," Grange added, falling silent as he dipped his head to Sheva, indicating that he would not speak out of turn further. As much as he too wanted to call Klaus out, fear for the black stallion, and respect for Sheva kept him from doing so. Besides, he was here on Cain's demand. He could not risk instigating a fight between the two leaders. That would not do at all.
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Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Jun 15, 2015 19:09:39 GMT -5
Klaus cringed as Isaac jumped to defend him. While the gesture, in most cases, would have stroked the black stallion's ego, this situation was completely different. Violent words would result in violent actions. For this plan to work, it would require eloquent speaking.
Before Klaus could say anything further, it seemed that Abel was not as easily curbed as his brother. As the younger stallion barked about betrayal and belonging, all the Friesian could focus on was resisting the urge to club the already-injured Abel over the head. It was harder than he thought, keeping up this peaceful front. When brother suddenly turned on brother, Klaus could hardly control himself. His ears twitched and tail lashed in rage.
Thankfully, a new voice split through Abel's, distracting the Friesian's attention long enough to cool some of his anger. Klaus had expected it to be Sheva reprimanding her son, but no. Miles, face set, was defending his old leader. Fiery eyes narrowed curiously. Miles... the stallion had never stuck Klaus as the kind to speak out. There were a couple heart beats of stillness before Klaus bowed his head once, subtly. A nod. A thanks.
Grange then added his own two cents, another surprise. My my, quite a lot of growing up had happened in his absence. Luckily, Grange's words only left Klaus mildly irritated, and he managed to keep his cool. Grange passed the torch to Sheva with a nod of his own.
Now that everything settled down, Klaus took a moment to let out a small breath. A puff of vapor left his lips as he considered where to take this. Decidedly, he drew his eyes back up and set them on Sheva. Avoid violent words.
"My actions are justifiable," Klaus began slowly, eyeing Abel, "My goal isn't to fight here." The Friesian turned his head towards Isaac for a moment. The Belgian and he weren't so different. Their tempers were impressive, their ideals similar, both willing and preferring to use violence to attain their ends. Yet Isaac only seemed pathetic in Klaus' eyes, especially in this state. The older stallion's stomach churned uncomfortably. He shook his head. "My only request is that we can be civil, Sheva. I'm sure you want neither of your sons getting any more injuries." The words held a venom to them, and Klaus lowered his ears. "You are the leader here. I'll leave my questioning up to you. However, I won't lie. What Isaac says is true: Cain is no bachelor. But you, Sheva, and I, and your sons; we're bachelors. Perhaps that kinship is enough to get them to behave reasonably."
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