|
|
Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 15, 2015 21:20:17 GMT -5
Casper shifted her weight uneasily, all her focus trained on the two strangers. There was no more violence sure, but who's to say there wouldn't be more? Her ears swiveled to Sheva as she gave her the order to to take the younglings off to safety, and she fought not to argue. Especially when it became completely clear who one of the 'strangers' was. She wanted to call out to Klaus, ask him why he'd left; why he was back, and with this other stallion in tow...
She was startled by Abel's shouts, jumping a bit as she was unexpectedly pulled from her thoughts. Her ears flattening against her head at the harsh words, and on instinct she opened her mouth to chastise him. She snapped her jaw shut with a gasp as her mate sent his own shout towards the younger stallion. The palomino didn't think she'd ever heard him sound quite so angry before. She made to try to speak up again, to tell them that standing around shouting at each other would solve exactly no problems, but she quickly caught herself. Sure, speaking up back --was it a year ago now?-- when the Exile's had first set hoof on this isle had been okay; she hadn't had much to lose if any of those stallions had decided to teach her a lesson. Now, however, she had far too much to lose if she tried the temper of someone who could potentially crush her skull under his hoof if he wanted to.
Speaking of things she could lose, her attention was drawn down as Icarus shuffled out from underneath her, asking after his father and the others. "Your daddy and the others are very strong and brave, I'm sure they'll be just fine darling." She nickered softly to her son, nuzzling his cheek reassuringly before glancing up. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes fell on Lotus, the mare looked an absolute mess. "I'm right behind you baby." She spoke to Icarus, nudging him forward as she made her way over to the wounded mare. "Come on dear," She said now to Lotus, "I'll have a look at you, and see what I can do," she was already going over the herbs she knew in her mind, though as she glanced about her she could see nothing but mud. "Curse this weather." She hissed under her breath, and throwing one last quick glance over her shoulder at the others as she and others made their way to safety. 'Please stay safe.'
words: 424
post 8: +1 tier
|
|
|
|
Post by ponybones on Jun 17, 2015 1:50:59 GMT -5
Isaac watched with hungry eyes as the mares wandered away, following his mother's orders. It was amazing to see his mother in some sort of position of power, though he could never forget that she was only a brood. The others slipped away, and he watched the relief spread on the champagne mare's face, which caused his muscles to twitch, aching to rip that expression off her muzzle, make her forget what relief even was. His lips raised into a bit of a sneer, though, and then he dropped it, focusing back on the task laid before him. Isaac had to support Klaus, that was his main mission. No other concerns should cause his attention to stray. And while his leader and his mother murmured, irking him, the silence was soon split by his younger brother's howling voice, which was more piercing than the driving hail, the words he spoke cutting into Isaac like little blades. Not painful, just enough to irritate. The stallion subconsciously puffed himself up, arching his thick neck as his wet, matted mane clung to it heavy like a cloak. The blood had started to cease from his brow, but he still cut an imposing figure as other wounds the mare had given him started to swell and bruise under his fur. Rage was shooting through him as Abel kept on spouting words, and soon it was almost as if he could not hear them anymore, incoherent and bizarre, a foreign tongue. Though it only mounted as Abel then addressed him, and he snarled in contempt at his brother, whom he had once loved before he had apparently went soft as a mare. "How dare you..." Isaac hissed through his clenched teeth, large jaw working not to snap completely. "The mares are not made to be happy and content. They are made to serve, and if they can't serve with a smile on their face and their mouth shut, then they serve from their knees with their tongue ripped out." Isaac replied, thinking of what he would have loved to do to Roxanna that one fateful night two years ago. However, mares did serve their purpose, and had to be alive to do so. It was a pity. He winced though, as his mother flashed across his mind. Somehow, she had to be an exception. The only exception.
Abel had said too much by the time Miles and Grange had piped up in half-hearted defense of the true Bachelor leader, but Isaac deferred to him instead. Klaus was wiser than he would ever be. Isaac knew that brains were not his strongest point - he was better with brawn. His eyes narrowed on the familiar face of his brother, whom he had grown up with and trained with. The betrayal was more painful than any blows the brood had landed.
Word Count:// 476 | Post 5 | +10 WG |
|
|
|
Post by ponybones on Jun 17, 2015 2:24:14 GMT -5
Sheva watched as well as the other mares led the younglings away, away from the downpour of ice from the sky, which was starting to raise welts on the softer parts of her, such as her nose and her already sensitive, scarred chest. Lotus did not seem to be doing well after the beating that she had just endured at the hooves of her son, though Sheva was confident that Niya and Casper would take good care of her, and Melia would help distract the other young ones. She smiled grimly - what a day to be taking responsibility, for many of them. It would be a night of firsts, Bat-Sheva could only imagine. She nearly flinched out of her skin when Abel spoke up on her behalf, and her heart swelled with pride. Her son had turned out to be brave and valiant, a good stallion, in spite of all the negative circumstances that the herd brought with it. It took guts to speak up, especially to those who held power over your entire livelihood. Her other son, however, made her blood run cold. She shivered from his words, not the hail, and wondered how he could have come to think such terrible things. He would always be her baby, but the fear and shame she held now began to sever their strong tie. Once she would have done anything for him, but he was straying too far from the path to be returned, it would seem. The Lady swallowed the lump in her throat as Miles split up any further bickering the two might have devolved to. Yes, it was better to silence them now before things got too heated. Knowing the temper of their former leader, and her son, the situation could not have been pricklier. She strained to keep her face neutral as the roan spoke. Whose side was he on, anyway? Cain OR Klaus, war seemed inevitable as the paranoia of the northern herd of Olde spiked. They were coming, whether the Bachelors wanted it or not. But Klaus had stoked the fire, while Cain might have tried more diplomatic means, or espionage. "The battle was won." Sheva said to Miles as he continued to speak, her brows furrowing and her eyes narrowed. "I dragged our King off the battlefield that day, but when I looked 'round, Vasska was still standin' but with only a few warriors left to fight, while Grange 'imself among many was standin' victorious. Do YOU know whether those religious weirdos aren't comin' down to finish what they started, huh?!" She sighed then, shaking her head as the hail drove on. She shifted her eyes to make sure that the mares were still in view, as she tried to collect herself. Infighting wasn't going to help the case either, but denying the facts to someone who was now considered an enemy of the herd was not helpful either. Sheva forced herself to look away from Miles, and looked to Grange instead, giving a little nod and a sigh of relief that the young stallion wasn't also just poking the bear of a situation they had found themselves with. The Lady tried not to look startled at being referred to as the leader, again. It was a title she struggled to get used to, but she bowed her head as thanks to Grange and his assistance.
"Continue to threaten me and mine, Klaus, and civility will be the last thing I offer you." Sheva responded as the black snake that was their old leader tried to twist her where he wanted her - likely the best angle to be devoured. "Cain is no Bachelor, that may be so. But I don't know a horse in that herd who is truly happy with the cards they were dealt...unless they're sick in the head." She said, looking at Klaus, then Isaac, before looking down in shame. A few other names came to mind, but none who she would consider well adjusted, some of which were admittedly her sons. "It was time for a fresh look on things in the herd, things that needed changin', one bit at a time." She continued to look Klaus in the eye defiantly, though her eyes showed that she was weary already. She had only ever wanted peace. "But yeah, why don't you answer Miles' question, actually. I think we all wanna know why you snuck off, left us high and dry after startin' a damn war."
Word Count:// 752 | Post 10 | +1 TP |
|
katha88
Familiar Face
Olde Herd
Posts: 99 
|
Post by katha88 on Jun 17, 2015 2:55:55 GMT -5
Abel
As Miles suddenly snapped at Abel, he glanced at the older stallion with ignorant hate. Abel’s range still rushing though his body, it was Klaus fault after all that Lotus had been attacked, he couldn’t believe that Isaac had suddenly turned into a monster. Had he? He eyed up Isaac, who was standing in front of him like a tower, just as angry as him. He didn’t recognize him anymore, they had grown apart more and more since Isaac’s ceremony. When Isaac hissed at him, a harsh sting flashed through his chest. The words were so venomous, he couldn’t believe that his loved brother had turned into this. He had been his older brother, a real brother. Not distant as Ishmael, no Isaac had always been his big brother he wanted to try to equal before he had been mentored by Brutus. Hatred crumbled from Abel and all that was left was disappointment and sorrow. Miles words barely reached the young silver dun, but still made sure he was holding his tounge as the hail merciless drummed on the horses, soaking their bodies. He had lost his brother tonight and with that defeat, he turned away from the others, from Miles, Grange, Klaus and Isaac. He shut up, but not because they have told him so, but because he had nothing to say to Klaus or his brother, he had no intentions to defend his point of Miles or Grange. Silently, he stood next to Sheva and listened to her and Klaus explanations, his left leg slightly trembling from the adrenaline and the trauma on his chest muscles. He watched the mares from afar, while Klaus parleyed with Sheva. Being civil. Abel spat in his mind, when had Klaus ever acted civil. Though he was secretly impressed that Klaus acknowledged Sheva as leader in this situation, audible to all stallions around her. He gave him a glance from behind his mother, watching him, mustering him suspiciously. At her last question, Abel pricked his ears and turned towards Klaus again, that indeed was the question they all had in mind these days and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at Klaus.
WC: 370 | 9 posts
|
|
|
|
Post by leavingneverland on Jun 17, 2015 8:03:05 GMT -5
The cold seeped in to her bones, the hail beating roughly at her open wounds. The world had stopped swimming, but the pain was immense, and her joints were growing stiff. And yet the only thought that ran through her mind was: 'I hope this doesn't scar. That's the last thing I need. More scars to show people I'm an idiot.' She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts, and opened them up again. She stared blankly out at the world, vaguely registering the waggling tails of the foals bounding ahead of her. She was a failure. Three times she'd tried to run. Three times it had ended in blood and tears, most of which were her own. If she had an ounce of sense in her, an ounce of self preservation, she would resign herself to life among the Bachelors. She would give herself to one of them, let them make a broodmare out of her. She'd give them babies and keep her stupid mouth shut, because god knew this wasn't getting her anything but dead. She fought back bitter, angry tears. She refused to cry in front of anyone. She was Lotus, and Lotus didn't cry.
She glanced around herself at the other mares and foals. This was her life now, she realised. There was no escape. She'd never be free; she'd never see her brothers again. She was a Bachelor brood. She wanted to run, to get as far away from that epiphany as possible, but she hardly had the strength to walk. So she limped onwards, towards shelter, angry voices yelling behind her.
From one moment to the next, she was surrounded by her new kin. Their words registered, vaguely, and Lotus herd herself slurring out a few words: "Thank you, I'm fine," she said to their offers of support, despite knowing she was very much the opposite. She offered them as genuine and nonchalant a smile as she could muster. She was certain they knew she was lying; she must have looked like a monster, mane matted with blood, gaping wounds glaring out at the world. But she was a proud mare. She'd at least walk away from this disaster on her own four hooves.
She let out a sigh of relief as she crossed into their intimate little shelter -- it was bigger than she thought. Much bigger. It kept out the raging wind and the beating hale entirely, and she pulled herself inside. She leaned her maimed and bleeding body against the rock wall. Her legs were shaking, and slowly they gave out, and she slid down onto the ground, tucking her head against her chest. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep forever, to forget about pain and politics, and stallions and mares, and damn Bachelors. But she didn't. She kept her eyes open, watching the others intently, taking in everything they did detachedly. I could do that, she thought to herself, her eyes landing on one of the foals. I could make one of those. And then nothing would ever be painful or lonely again.
Word Count:// 529 | Post 10 | +1 TP
|
|
Leaftail
Bachelor Herd 
"I'm going to make everything around you beautiful and that will be my life."
Posts: 48
|
Post by Leaftail on Jun 17, 2015 17:36:39 GMT -5
Miles barely noticed the acknowledgement his old leader gave him due to Sheva speaking up. She claimed the battle was won, and it was a struggle to keep from speaking back to the older mare. She was right that he wasn’t there to witness whatever victory they achieved, a truth Miles hated to admit. In his mind though, the war could have been avoided all together if both herds had been civil, as much as a long shot that was. Her last comment bit into him, and he flicked his ears back. If that were true, and if it was possible, why was the herd split up then? Wouldn’t they have been stronger together? To avoid any more misconceptions about his loyalties he bit his tongue, and let Sheva take control of the conversation.
To be perfectly honest, Miles hadn’t chosen a side on who was the better leader. He had grown up with Klaus and didn’t always agree with the stallions decisions, as mentioned previously. Though, seeing him standing here before the group, poised and eerily calm, Miles wondered if Klaus had grown some since his disappearance. But with Cain, the herd seemed to have grown up. There were fewer punishments on the mares, and he was surprised that Sheva was even given this position of “leader” for their group. The only real traditions that Miles knew of that Cain had followed were appointing new Elites and the ghastly marks on Grange’s face. Klaus had run from battle, while Cain charged head first.
In the end, Miles had come to the conclusion that he would fight for his herd regardless of who led it. The Bachelors were his family, his security. Just because the traditions weren’t always morally correct, at least he could be there to protect those he thought needed help and a voice.
Speaking of voices, Sheva was now speaking to Klaus, suggesting he start talking. Miles noticed movement as Abel turned away. His eyes only rested on the young stallion for a second before looking back to Isaac and Klaus.
As the group entered the shelter, which happened to be a huge cave-like structure, Icarus trotted into it with high steps. Once the hail stopped hitting his fragile body, the colt shook vigorously, sending ice and water everywhere. “Ah! It’s so cold!” he whined, exaggerating how he felt by visibly shaking. He couldn’t help but glance at Lotus as she collapsed to the rocky floor, tilting his head. His mother said she could help the injured mare, and Icarus was curious as to how Casper would be able to do that in this environment. “Mommy, do you need any help while you help her?” he asked, not wanting to be bored while they hid from the weather.
Word Count: 461 | Post 8 | +1 TP
|
|
|
|
Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Jun 17, 2015 19:51:28 GMT -5
The group of mares made their way off, and Klaus let his gaze linger on their forms for a moment, even after Sheva addressed him. He let out a heaving sigh.
So many times had he watched mares walk away from him and been filled with anger. After his conversation with Effie, though, all his felt was tiredness. Perhaps he was glad that chasing them down wasn't his responsibility for once. It didn't matter if they were running off to him. All that mattered was getting close to Cain, no matter the means. And there was only two ways to do that.
Win 'em back or knock 'em down.
He focused back to the head brood. He really had hoped not to have to explain himself to her. Sheva by far was one of his least trusted former herd mates. Her power amongst the other broods and even stallions had always kept her on his radar. It only made sense that since Cain rise to power that his likely lackadaisical rules Sheva was granted room to grow even more in authority. Whatever. Focus on the task at hand, not on how well the pale snake gutted his herd.
"I left to find Ba'Yagu. I tracked her up to where I had last seen her, when I had received my gift. But I could find no other traces of her. I assumed she had travelled to the Island of Olde, and perhaps got stuck there when the land bridge broke. I managed the swim, but she was not there either. After building my strength, I returned. It was then that I found my herd had--" Klaus wanted to use the word betray, or replace, however he held his tongue. No, using those words would probably instigate another comment from Abel. The black stallion had been controlling his temper well enough... for now. There wasn't a way to guarantee that continue.
"...adopted Cain in my absence. I realize now that I should have informed Valdek of my departure, but I believed that allowing him to focus on the Exiles and preparing the stallions to fight would be enough to distract him. There was no reason to have him worry about me." Klaus chose to ignore his superstitious dream or lack of control over his Gift. The lurker stopped there, allowing anyone to make their comments. He wasn't about to give away his life story.
Words: 402
|
|
|
|
Post by valiantshadow on Jun 17, 2015 20:47:02 GMT -5
To say that it was odd to defer to Sheva was an understatement. Grange had never - never in his life - been ordered to follow a mare. And although he held the broods in higher respect than most of the other Bachelor stallions, he still felt strange watching Klaus and Sheva speaking. He wondered if Sheva felt it odd as well, though if she did she certainly did not show any signs of it; the black appaloosa mare was calm, collected and frank as she spoke with the ex-leader. Grange felt his respect for the mare increase even as he watched. He had never spent much time around Sheva, and so knew little of her character. But she had been put under enormous stress today, and she was handling it like any leader.
Grange flicked his ears to rid them of an icy coating, growling inwardly at the sleet that still fell from the sky, stinging like insects where it landed on his thin champagne coat. Especially the puckered, exposed flesh of his hindquarters, which did not even have the protection of fur, but were left open, covered in pink skin. When he heard Klaus mention the witch, Grange's ears pricked up slightly. What on earth did Klaus want with Ba'Yagu? Grange remembered the last time he'd met the witch; he had been frightened by her. What could Klaus possibly want with the scary old broad? Grange was dying to know.
(words: 240)
|
|
|
|
Post by gingerlisous23 on Jun 17, 2015 21:54:05 GMT -5
"Ow oh ow!! Ow!!" The mule tried to dodge all the hail that kept raining down upon her head "This was stupid!.." She whined a bit running as much as he could to get away from the weather. "I should of stayed home.." she complained. But there was nothing to it. She was already so far from the broods now it would be impossible to go back without someone taking her there.
Ebony was originally told to stay put in the safety of the herd. However the young mare didn't want to stay behind with the new uprising. Her brother and her mistress were both heading out, she felt alone. She didn't want to be away from this event despite it just being a scouting mission. Feeling restless..the mule decided to take a chance into following the group just minutes after they left. It was easier to follow them from a distance seeing them as a body moving forward.
Yet when they all split up...this sent Ebony into a spiral. Soon the horses were nowhere seen. She had spent the last few hours trying to look for their tracks or anything indicating their location. Yet the weather too its turn for more delay.
Ebony stopped to shake the ice sheet that was growing on her hide every now and then. She shivered in the cold, but she pursue to finish what she started.
The mule shook her head as she desperately looked about for a shelter. There had to be one around here!
Her big ears caught distinctive noises nearby. They were some she remembered quite well but one she didn't. Using the background to hide in the brush, she wasn't able to see who it was from where she was at..but she did find a cave....A CAVE??!. "Aah...relief!" she whispered among herself as she traveled under the cover of the brush to run for the mouth of the cave. "Ooooooooooooo!!.." She finally hurried in ans shook off as much of the ice off of her flower piece and hide. "Cold cold cold!!" Her teeth chattered before realizing the mares in front of her "Oh...I uh...is this taken?"
|
|
|
|
Post by paperwingsranch on Jun 17, 2015 22:01:55 GMT -5
Casper remained by Lotus' side as they entered the shelter, her heart clenching in worry as the other mare sank to the ground. She was about to go looking outside for some herbs to help with her wounds when Icarus spoke up, making her pause in her step. Casper bit her lower lip for a moment, but quickly came to the conclusion that her son --while meaning well-- may end up just being in the way. "Thank you for offering darling, but why don't you go play with Melia and Felicity; I'm sure they could use the company." She smiled softly down at the blue roan before turning and stepping back out into the violent weather. She hadn't noticed before, but now she realized that there were in fact small chunks of ice raining down on her. 'Why can't it be sunny all the time?' She thought with a sigh before swinging her head around to search for the plants she needed.
"Yarrow is good for cuts and bruises..." She murmured to herself, scanning the area around herself; praying she would be able to find what she needed. Her ears perked, and she found a grin lighting her face when her gaze landed on just the plant she was looking for. Trotting forward, she grabbed a bundle of the rather soggy plant in her mouth, 'Soggy is better than nothing, I suppose." she thought with a small shrug as she reentered the shelter, approaching Lotus once more. She then set about treating the other mare's wounds, but she was soon interrupted by a dark figure running into their shelter then immediately showering her --and most everyone else- with a shower of freezing water and ice.
Blinking a couple of times in surprise Casper gaped at the other for a moment before recognition set in --she had never really spoken to the mule who was now awkwardly standing in the cave entrance, but she certainly recognized her. "Ebony?" She asked, brows furrowed as she glanced about at the other mares, wondering if they knew why Ebony had suddenly appeared from, what seemed like, thin air. Was she supposed to have been with them the whole time? Had they left her behind somehow? Deciding the wounded mare before her was a more pressing matter right now Casper turned back to Lotus with a sigh. She really was getting tired of all these unexpected surprises.
words: 402
post 9: +1 tier
|
|
|
|
Post by cactussis on Jun 18, 2015 5:20:56 GMT -5
The stallions argued, Melia processed while her ears were angled in their general direction. She tried to block what they said and leave the discussion for them alone, but it was impossible not to hear the hurtful words her so-called brother Isaac shared – or how Miles broke the argument but in turn defended Klaus. Every possible scenario that could come out of this terrified the roan filly, but sticking to Lotus kept her priorities straight. The brood sister needed care and healing and thankfully did Casper offer that, although the grey mare tried to turn it down much to Melia’s concern.
Melia wanted to say how scared she was at that moment, to Casper. Blood was not scary anymore and the terrible weather was no longer that intimidating – but Klaus was, and the thought of being captured under his rule was too. Would Sheva be alright discussing matters with stallions? And unicorns forbid, was Melia worried about Grange too? There was an immense longing to go back to the herd, but alas.
Melia held her tongue though, maybe mainly because she was reminded that there were still younger foals present. She had to play adult for once, like Sheva did to younger broods. It was strange, however, how Melia and Casper had drifted apart because of something that would happen sooner or later to all broods: foals. Grange was also one of the reasons, but seeing how Casper had grown up to be a mother and break out of her shy shell was intimidating that as well. Walking together with her now and taking charge of the wounded brood proved Melia’s point. Maybe when Melia would grow up and have her own baby, maybe then she could feel connected to the palomino mare again.
They reached shelter and were fortunate enough to stay out of both hail and wind, which only made Melia shiver now that she realized just how cold she really had been. She paused in her steps and shook, her tail flailing from right and left with water sprinkling in panic. Even if it was not much, Melia already felt lighter from letting some of that water come off her back.
Lotus had already laid down onto the cold ground however and Melia made sure to reach her quickly, but Casper was already there and spoke wisely to her young son.
“- but why don’t you go play with Melia and Felicity; I’m sure they could use the company.”
Melia had halted and stared at Casper, almost in disbelief. She wasn’t supposed to help? Her heart tugged a bit by the thought, but she stayed where she was and tried not to protest or suggest her services while the older brood left the group behind. Melia supposed it was true that she knew little to nothing about what to look for in order to help their fellow brood sister, especially not in this weather, but it still somehow hurt her to think that she was, inevitably, just a foal by the age of measly fourteen summers.
“Come on, Icarus.”, Melia tried to attract the young colt and half-heartedly smiled as she did. She had to come up with something they could do while his mother tended to Lotus’ wounds.
“How much mud did you get on you? I got loads!”, she said and made sure to demonstrate as she threw herself on the ground and laid there uncomfortably on her back, hopefully enough to distract and entertain both Icarus and Felicity.
“See?! I’ve got it on my tummy!”, Melia giggled but abruptly stopped as the sound of hooves skidded to a halt by the cave’s entrance and the dark figure turned Melia’s blood to ice, until she recognized the newcomer’s voice and face. Accordingly, Melia held her legs up while still on the ground in excited realization, not questioning as to how or why the mule had found them.
“Ebonyyy!”
| Word Count: 653 |
| Post: 7 | +1 TP |
|
|
|
|
Post by ponybones on Jun 18, 2015 19:06:22 GMT -5
It seemed the bomb was diffused as the hail continued to drive down, and the rest of the mares slipped off for shelter. Their presence - or rather their lack there of - had a calming effect on the large Belgian cross stallion. His muscles loosened, his bloodshot eyes became less alert, his ears flopped back, though twitched forward at the words between his mother and his leader, his true leader anyway. The stallion with the diamonds on his face, though, remained within his periphery and Isaac had to let it go as much as he wished to destroy the grey pelted freak for his defiance of Bachelor code. He spit on their traditions, as did Cain. Isaac ground his teeth as the adrenaline finally faded from his system and he felt weakened by his full-frontal assault of the mare, and the later addition of the other two stallions. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep, perhaps against his mother's belly with Abel as he had when he was a foal, thoughts that he would never dare speak aloud in this lifetime. Instead his muscles twitched in an attempt to keep him standing and alert. He nodded mildly with Klaus' words, believing the story to be complete truth, though something nagged in the back of his skull. Klaus had still -left-, saying nothing to his herd, at their time of need. Distrust curled its tendrils around his heart, though he still stayed silent. Klaus would always be better than Cain, there was no choice in his mind.
Word Count:// 264 | Post 6 | +1 TP |
|
NaporieRizia
Bachelor Herd
Servatis a periculum. Servatis a maleficum.
Posts: 96
|
Post by NaporieRizia on Jun 18, 2015 19:42:12 GMT -5
Niya didn't leave Lotus' side as she helped her to the shelter the mare had found. Even when she assured them that she was fine, Niya knew otherwise and stuck beside her, ready to help stabilize her if she were to stumble or trip. At least then maybe she could put her large size to good use, seeing as she couldn't convince herself to stand up for a fellow mare, the least she could do was help her stand. I'm sorry. Those words kept replaying over and over in her mind and if she didn't know any better she would be repeating them out loud as well. Instead she did not though. She refrained from saying even a single word, afraid that they would only come out as shameful babbling anyways. When at last they reached the shelter and Lotus slid to the ground Niya's heart sunk with the mare. She was in offally bad shape. What if she couldn't travel? Not that they had to go anywhere else in search of Klaus... but were something to happen and they needed to move again... no. Lotus seemed a strong, spirited mare. She'd be fine. Niya dipped her head in approval to herself. Yes. She'd be fine.
It was then that Casper returned with a mouth full of plants, making her pause for a moment. She hadn't even noticed the mare had left. She shook her head, partly to get her mane out of her face, and partly to recollect her thoughts. She couldn't just stand around here with her mouth hanging open. She should help. Yes, she would help. She didn't know too much about doctoring, just enough to treat basic cuts - which these were not - but she was willing to learn. "What can I do?" She asked the one-eyed mare, hoping there was indeed something she could assist in. Just then a new voice called and an ear turned toward it. She recognized that voice... before she had time to place a name for it, the small filly Mellia did so for her, screaming the name of the mule in great excitement. Ebony was here! Something about that thought made Niya's hopes rise just a little. The bright, cheerful little mare would certainly help to lighten the mood on this dark night. Perhaps things wouldn't be quite so bad after all.
Words: 392
Post # 10 +1 tier
|
|
|
|
Post by ponybones on Jun 18, 2015 19:46:08 GMT -5
Sheva's crimson eyes stared into the other stallion's deep red, her old leader, the son of the leader before him. She was a teen when he was born, she remembered the occasion well, for another little princeling was entering their world, their future leader if all things went well. Now he stood here, telling her a rather fantastic story. "So, it didn't even cross your mind to tell anyone you were off on a...a...witch hunt?" Sheva asked incredulously, before barking out a laugh. She had never trusted Cain's story either, but knowing him as Keturah's son, she put blind faith in him to lead them somewhere, anywhere, better than where they were at when he had found them. Thus, the mare had championed for him with the mares at least, however his true motives were completely unknown to her. "That's quite a story, Klaus..." She murmured, thinking about it for a moment, before she looked to Miles, Grange, and Abel. Whose side would they choose? Abel she trusted would come with her, but the others..."Give us a moment." Sheva said to Klaus, nodding her head to him in respect, but nothing more. She would never be at his mercy again, not when she had seen light at the end of the tunnel. The mare winced as she turned her body against the direction of the hail, and motioned for the stallions at her side to follow her, not waiting for the black stallion's leave to pause the conversation. Discussion was needed, and he had no reason to be privy to it.
Her eyes constantly scanned the darkness. Sheva squinted as she saw a black shadow enter where she had seen the mares go, her heart suddenly racing. What was that? She wondered, before glancing back at Klaus. Did he have more assisting him? Then she heard a merry squeal echo from the cave, and her heart felt relieved of fear's vise. Whoever it was posed no threat, and she had no time to investigate. "What do you wish to do with our brave former leader?" She asked the stallions in a hushed voice, her head craned toward them, her brows drawn as she tried to puzzle out what her opinion on the matter even was. She had never intended to run headlong into their quarry. "I don't feel like the mares will be safe while he...and Isaac remain here, and I fear that bringing them into the herd would cause chaos." A civil war... Something they didn't need any part of right now.
Word Count:// 433 | Post 11 | +1 TP |
|
|
|
Post by gingerlisous23 on Jun 18, 2015 20:51:33 GMT -5
"Hehehe...Hello.." Ebony nervously smiled to mask over her embarrassment. This was truly unexpected. She wasn't planning on running into the group for awhile now. This might of been the mares that followed her mistress and her brother. "Before you ask anything...no I didn't ask for permission I went on all by myself.." she boldly put it out. Though her reaction looked like she broke a law with the way her ears were folded back. Like a filly getting scolded. "Please don't tell Madame I followed you guys??...I know I was suppose to stay put but I...I..thought you guys...I was...I wanted to see what was happening?"
Her attention directed to the injured mare where she let her worry set in. "What happened??..I thought you guys were just scouting..." It didn't involved fighting as far as she was told. "Is there anything I can do?" Granted the mule was just taking the first steps of learning her herbs, but she felt like she had to at least assist since she was behind the group.
The filly's cry made her bring up a smile to the younglings "Hello!..You came along too I see...got into the mud like me.." Ebony's legs were coated in dirt. Not that she mind, it could be washed off later.
"I heard voices outside...whose with Madame Sheva?"
|
|
