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The White Plains of Jes're'en. Fields of white grass that shimmer and wave in the bright sun.
Sunny, with some limited clouds; the sky is mostly clear, and it's quite warm.
12 days behind! Midday.
Freya, Vidar, Vulthyr (Blazeh), Rowan, Thaurynn (Sherni), Cyra (Cinny), Veryl (Mimi)
This post has been edited by Verridith: May 5 2018, 09:49 PM
The summer sun was beautiful; it all but sang, so bright and happy were its rays. Or so one small filly thought, watching the pleasant orb with a wide smile. Its shimmering light danced amid the gently-waving white stalks of grass, glinted off of unique constructs of crystal poking up from the earth. One foal - many years younger than the sunwatching filly - was trying to break off some of those crystals in vain, kicking at them until a mare scolded him and ran him off.
Glancing around, the filly's smile widened when she watched another mare gather up several foals for schooling - it was their time to learn of the world, just all foals did. As she did, once. Nickering at them, she walked back the way she had come, wandering through the many horses that dotted the grassy landscape.
The filly was an equus; a palomino roan with a creamy golden coat shaded darker around her head, all four legs, and rump. She had white splotches across her shoulders and thighs, a wide white mark - called a 'bald face' - from her forehead to her black muzzle, and four tall white socks that stretched the length of her cannon bones and fetlocks. Darker stripes of brown could be seen along each cheek and at her knees and hocks, covered by her piebald white. Her hooves were cloven, and her tail was long and leonine, though covered top and bottom with thick, wavy white hair.
But that wasn't her most spectacular feature; no. She was the daughter of Aiventus Etienne, a beautiful stallion and once the Athen beside his Reiza, Iluza, now retired to a valhia among the arthas. Aiventus was covered in smooth scales and horns, in all shades of blues and purples and golds, mane and tail black as the night. Her mother was a palomino, plain as day - but this particular filly had inherited her father's sea-colored scales down her back, face, tail and legs, as well as his serene blue eyes, cat-slitted and predatory.
She also sported two very large horns, curving from behind her ears and branching upwards, a proud crown for a would-be princess. If her father had survived and her mother remained Reiza, she might have been chosen as her heir.
But that was a lifetime ago, and she was happy just where she was.
And then, her small, perfect world was shattered. A loud whinny captured her attention; she paused and flicked her ears, looking up towards a sunlit hill. A patrol? But wait - the zelda'nn weren't supposed to be back for some time. Every herd member paused in their grazing to look up at the horse that had returned - a young unicorn, some years older than the bright-eyed filly. Was he hurt? He didn't look right... and where were the others?
Her eyes widened as he collapsed. "Someone get the Elra!" a pegasus shouted, taking off and into the air, heading for the wounded colt. Several herd members scattered as another few trotted towards the hill. Confused, she followed them, ears flat as she approached. What had happened? It was a perfect day, how could something happen on such a -
Then, she saw him. The unicorn's entire right side was peppered in burns; long clawmarks rent deep along his side, down to the bone at his shoulder. The other three were nowhere to be found. Horrified, the filly stepped back, aghast, staring at the dying unicorn - she wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying.
"Snakekind," someone repeated. Another took up the call, and a third, until the entire herd echoed with the news. The filly turned around and cantered away, sickened and terrified by the sight. The voices seemed too loud as they spread the news; and all it did was breed terror in the young equus' heart.
"Snakekind! He was attacked by snakekind!"
Before today, Rowan had never wished for eyelids.
He was perfectly content to slither toward the herd of equines that were on the other side of the plain, but the sunlight was significantly slowing him down. Hissing angrily as another ray of sunshine reached his eyes, blinding him, Rowan recoiled from the beam of light, once again cursing the mage who had created his kind for not creating eyelids to shield the blood-red orbs he called his eyes. A hood flared in emerald semi-circles on each side of his head, but it only served to provide shade for the ground below him - it might as well have been vestigial for all the good it did him. The ground below his underside was of no use, either. Shimmering in the rays of light, the white grass only served to reflect light back at Rowan, blinding him further, and the similarly colored crystals that sparkled in the sunlight irritated him to no end.
In short, Rowan was vexed and itching for prey to distract him from the exasperation that was this ridiculously sunny place.
And then he heard it as he was waiting for his eyes to adjust to yet another flash of sunlight. A chorus of amused whinnies at his almost comical hissing and recoiling routine. Shaking his head as his eyes once again adjusted to his surroundings, Rowan turned his eyes to the source of the noise.
Their eyes widening in recognition, the young unicorns backed away slowly. “Snakekind,” one whispered with fear. “... here? But… Orochi was focusing on the Royals in Vystrania…?” It was more of a question, squeaked out as if the lowland unicorn was pleading to be wrong.
“Not quite,” thought Rowan grimly. He had not been sent to Jes’eren by anyone but himself - he had wanted to get away from the hive-minded idiots that obeyed every order that they were given no matter how utterly preposterous it was, and ones who had given the orders out, who were no better, Rowan had slipped out in the middle of the night in search of…
Something. He wanted something. But he didn’t know what it was, exactly.
But here he was, and here he was sure he would find what he was looking for.
Drawing ever closer, Rowan unhinged his jaws, revealing the fangs that marked him as a Jarza. The wind surrounding him picked up in speed and heat.
“Five,” he hissed.
One by one, the unicorns turned and ran. “Four.”
“Three.” They galloped faster and faster -
“Two.” Their lungs strained with each breath -
“One.” The colt in the front yelled for help -
And Rowan was off; nothing but a gust of wind was he.
He landed in front of the four unicorns, his tail hurling three of them back. The fourth narrowly got past him, but not before Rowan’s wind scorched his skin. The white horns along Rowan’s body dug into young skin, ripping open the unicorn’s underside; Rowan whipped after the colt and lashed his head at the creature. He sunk his fangs into him and in his wind ensconced two of the unicorns that had been thrown back. The Jarza dragged air out of their lungs, choking them while the orb of hardened air closed in on them. When he heard the crunch of their bones being crushed and the subsequent squelch of blood and organs, Rowan released the dead colt in his jaw and turned his attention to the last unicorn. Blood stained the shimmering white crystals below his dead companions; rent flesh and organs that had been beaten to a pulp were haphazardly strewn across the grass.
As Rowan slithered over to the young creature, he made sure to fully display the blood dripping down his mouth. The colt, who was already quivering with fear and shock at his friends’ violent demises, didn’t move an inch. He was paralyzed with fear.
It was almost too easy - the equines would come to him now.
His head lashed out; his fangs dragged down the unicorn’s side, injecting hallucinogenic venom into the colt’s veins. The colt yelped in fear and in pain.
“Run, little one,” Rowan sibilated. “Run and bring your herd…”
Shaking as the venom began to course through his system, the colt turned tail and limped away.
Cyra had been told off yet again for daydreaming while on patrol and sent back to the herd as "punishment". Which she guessed it sort of was, going on patrol was as close to adventure as she ever got. With a sigh and a flick of her opalescent tail, she broke out into a trot, wanting to both take her time getting back but also wanting the time to herself.
She knew that in this she was odd, she like these moments away from the rest of the herd and deep within her soul, she wished that she could just travel like this, on her own exploring the wild places that no pegasus had gone before.
With a flick of her feathered wings she drifted over the stream that lead to Momentai Lake causing her to pause for a moment and dream about seeing what was beyond that great body of water and from there wonder about what was beyond the seasonal grounds that the herd called their home.
It was then that she heard the screams of panic, the voices of the herd sharp with fear and dread. Lightning flickered over her wings in reaction to the sound and without another thought, she lept into the air and flew towards her herd.
Looking down she saw a unicorn laying on the top of a hill the Elra standing over him. She dived towards the scene, knowing by his unnatural stillness that it was already too late for him, that death had come to the herd. Flaring her wings she landed softly beside the Elra, scenting her sadness but also her fear,
"What happened here?" Cyra asked as she viewed the awful wounds inflicted upon the unicorn.
A young stallion was there, watching fearfully; no more than a rankless colt. But he knew the unicorn that had been attacked, and trembled as he stamped nervously, ears pressed forward.
He was heavily built, draft-type, an equus with a teal coat streaked in darker stripes. A few thin white stripes marred the teal of his mane and shoulders, one hind leg, and down his face. His mane and tail were lighter in color, and his legs were much darker, hooves streaked in both hues. His eyes were a deep brown; all they reflected was fear.
"Sn-Snakekind," he breathed, glancing sharply at the pegasus that had just arrived. The colt shuddered as the healers struggled to save the dying unicorn. "I-I don't understand, they... they are supposed to leave u-us alone... right? But this... why... why did they attack my friend? Why?!"
Aurum's red eyes narrowed slightly, and her claws dug into the earth. Snakekind were dangerous, even for her. She had been hanging around the main herd, mostly wondering where Veryl was this time, when she heard the calls for help. Snakekind.
Red and golden markings glowed upon her body, shimmering lightly as she approached the scene, golden mane and tail streaming out slightly behind her. She reached the peak, then looked out over the area for the perpetrator, maw half-open to reveal her sharp teeth, in contrast to the others. This Equus was a predator, and rightfully so.
The Zelda'nn let out a call, as if to summon her siblings, which was exactly the case. She may not entirely trust her herd, but if there was a threat, she'd deal with it. Regardless of her siblings, though, the mare began stalking slowly toward where the colt had run in from, tail flicking slightly, back and forth. Back and forth. But she stopped before she left the entire bounds of the safety of the herd. She glanced back at her heard, eyes searching for her fellow warriors, as if to summon them to arms. She wasn't the leader, but she often took initiative like this.
Khrisstopher/Jhessikha/Angilicia/Xavier(Queen & Messenger)
One/Two/Three(Old friends and new places)
Veryl ears perked forward as peered into a river, the rushing sound of her one of two elements soothing her. Veryl closed her eyes for a few moments, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts.
Her eyes snapped open and ear faced backward as she felt something was off. Call it predator instincts if you will. Veryl squints at the river in front of her, trying to figure out what put her on such high alert. And then the downwind current came.
Veryl sped away from the river and back towards the herds location as she scented the smell of freshly spilt blood. She threw up a sight illusion to make it look like as if no one was even in the area. When she grew closer to a more stronger downwind is when she could smell a reptilian and the lingeing scent of Snakekind venom.
Veryl eyes narrowed as she increased her speed slighty and could here the cries of the herd as she neared. She dropped her sight illusion once she got within the boundaries of the herd, ignoring the slight alarmed jumps of the ones closest to her. She wandered closer to where the scent of blood and venom was strongest and saw the severly injured colt.
"So it was one of the Snakeind," the young Equus mutters and seeing the damage done.
Her ears turned in the direction of her eldest sister as she called out and wandered over in her direction but not before taking note of the burns the unicorn sported.
Veryl/Whirlwind, Female, Equus (That adventuro babbo~!)
Azure, Female, V. Wolf (That soggo babbo~!)
Ten minutes passed. Twenty. And yet nothing happened—no Equus attacked him; no scouts came to discover his location. The herd was probably running.
Fool, Rowan mentally chided. You should have known.
So he decided: If they wouldn’t come to him, Rowan would go to them.
Thaurynn, daughter of Anor, had witness the Snakekind brutalize the four unicorns. What he had done to them was a far cry from murder—it was a massacre.
And though Thaurynn was horrified at what the green Snakekind had done, her horror was overshadowed by the rage that thrummed through her veins, for after he had slaughtered the unicorns, he had the audacity to look calm. The Snakekind’s eyes were the perfect mask of serenity, as if nothing had happened.
It infuriated Thaurynn to no end, and she finally snapped when he began to slither toward her herd, undoubtedly to finish the job.
There was no way that she would allow for that to happen.
She flexed her obsidian claws, digging them into the white grass beneath her, and snorted through her similarly colored nostrils. “Hey, you murdering bastard!” she bellowed. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
The Snakekind’s emerald head whipped to her location. “Do you know who I am, child?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care! You’d better leave my herd alone, you hear me?” Thaurynn cried, baring her teeth at the Snakekind; her muscles rippled beneath her coat—crimson striped with black—as she dragged her claws through the grass again and again.
He hissed. “I am Rowan Whitehorn, lieutenant to Orochi himself. You’d better run now, little horse, before you get yourself hurt.”
Thaurynn growled angrily, “I don’t care if you are Orochi. You hurt my herd, and now you have to pay the price.”
And before she could think, before she could consider the consequences of her actions, the Equus launched herself at Rowan Whitehorn, lieutenant to Orochi.
This post has been edited by SherniKaur: Apr 24 2018, 05:38 PM
Cyra looked up when she heard the angry scream of Thaurynn echo across the plains, without thought she turned and leapt into the air, the crackle of lightning filling the space that she had once held on the hill.
Wings pumping she flew as hard as she could in the direction that the voice of her heard mate had come from, She watched the ground below for any sign of the fight that she knew was happening. Then she rounded the curve of a high hill and saw flashed of movement in the tree line.
Not wanting another life wasted this day she laid her ears back against her head a neigh of determination and warning to Thaurynn.
Then she dived, her wings tightly folded as lightning ran and danced through her opalescent feathers and along her fine coat building up as she neared the ground.
Just moments before she would hit the two fighting figures she snapped open her wings and sent a bolt of lightning at the Snakekind, lightning flashed and danced around the snakekind, scorching the ground and startling him.
Cyra landed in front of him and with wind spread wide and ears laid back said, "Leave, now."
This post has been edited by Concinnity: Apr 25 2018, 09:20 PM
Vidar spooked as the conflict began. Ears flicked forward, part of him yelled at him to run, but another part urged him forward. snorting, he took a couple of steps forward, and the colt hesitated.
He was no warrior. He hadn't even been selected for any training rank. But he had to do something - he couldn't just stand and stare, or run like the others!
What could he do?!
Finally, the colt bolted - but not away from the fight. The young equus cantered up the hill, fear in his heart. He saw a flash of lightning, and other zelda'nn on the attack. "Hey!" he shouted, not quite knowing what he was doing. "Hey, I can help! Let me help!"
Posting order added to the first post! (:
He had been traveling, finding himself in this unknown world, this place where white grass shimmered as if normal, swaying in the wind like any kind of grass. It reminded him of his white pelt that he had on his midback down to his tail before it got all dirty when he was younger. It looked like snow from afar, and when he stepped foot into it, it was ticklish and warm rather than cold. Right now, he preferred the cold so his thoughts could figure out what in the world was going on.
What was this place? Why was he here? How did he even get here?
He could see that he wasn't alone, what with a herd up ahead and there seemed to be something going on but he couldn't tell by being so far. It was all muffled. His ears weren't that keen, no matter how much he trained. However, he could tell from body behavior that they were upset about something.
Garaile turned his head to look for any sign of why, until he realized there were corpses strewn here and there. Red. How the color haunted him, his own eyes and coat having it. The blood stained the earth as he went to survey one further up. He knew he was an outsider but... Garaile's eyes narrowed, nearly closing when he saw how deeply massacred this body was. Flies and who knows what were already on it like a moth to a flame.
He let out a sigh. Whether it was an exhausted or knowing sigh not even he could tell. Garaile felt sorry for them and wished to help. The only problem was he wasn't much of a talker.
Garaile could see someone else going up to the herd, the hostile behavior towards them and then a lunge of attack. After, there was the flash of lightning that was now creating fire on the ground. That must've been magic, there wasn't even a cloud in sight for a storm. When he saw a young one begin to go over to the hill, Garaile set into a gallop, leaping over a corpse that he nearly stepped into. His large figure and long legs easily ate up the distance, the perks of a trained warrior, as he went up to the colt that was cantering up the hill. He tried to nudge the colt away with his body. "Stay back, you're too young," he warned the young one with a gruff yet gentle voice. His goal was to try and get him to back off before getting into a situation naively.
For now he would help keep the young ones away from danger since there were two already attacking. Besides, he didn't know what that creature was and needed to observe more before attacking and probably meeting his doom when he just arrived.
This post has been edited by Camy: May 6 2018, 11:53 AM
Aurum didn't see he sister until it was too late. Flames of bright gold flared on her hooves as she charged, tunnel-vision locked on her Thaurynn. Her hot-headed little sister would be killed if it... it was. she saw the snakekind and a predator's scream ripped from her throat.
Little golden flames bounced in her wake as when she reached the snake, she lashed out with clawed hooves, alight with magic. There was a glint in her eye that promised hurt if he even thought of touching thaurynn... But then she heard the youngling.
Already in a rear to attack, she saw one of the younger ones attempting to go over, and it would be too late to- Wait who was that? Someone had come in and... was trying to stop Vidar. Well, whoever it was, she'd have to thank them later.
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One/Two/Three(Old friends and new places)
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