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 Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 6:54 pm
 My name: Fable My faction: Nightmare Small IC description of character: Fable is a somewhat small and dainty mare with a keen and piercing gaze. Her manner is distant, but intense, and she seems somewhat disconnected from those around her. Oracle Scribe: here
Whatever the Invaders had done to her it hadn't been fatal, but it had been terrifying and... well, invasive. She shudders again, recalling how they had simply seemed to stream out of the trees in such great numbers. Why had they come? What could they have wanted?
Was it merely that they weren't yet strong enough to kill that is now her only reason for lying her, still breathing?
So many questions -- and no one to give the answers. She wonders if the hoofprints she'd kept finding had belonged to the leader. It could be, she supposes. But what if it had been someone else?
The mare leans against the trunk of a tree, her legs folded under her and closes her eyes wearily as she tries to shut off the swirling confusion in her own head. Most of the unicorns who made it were doing the same, many still too wary to leave the Sanctuary despite it having been the point of attack. For now, though, she rests away from the main pack, but not too far. She isn't foolish, after all.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 4:22 pm
Quote: Name: Paradigm
Faction: Nightmare
Small IC description of character: Paradigm's blue eyes were never warm like a clear summer's day. A coldness seemed to lie in them, beautiful yet remote and aloof. The dark mare was not overly friendly towards others. She seemed as if she held herself outside the company of those around her, even being surrounded by chatter and festivities.
Oracle Scribe: Brosephiine's Oracle Scribe
In the wake of the invasion, Paradigm kept decidedly close to the others. Most people were wary and
beaten down by the terror they had just endured. Paradigm felt her own exhaustion creeping up on her.
She was determined not to give in to it yet, but it was difficult to even remain standing. No one
seemed to want to rest yet, too worried that the stallion would come back for them again. Paradigm
was sure they had not seen the last of him.
But for now she forced herself to examine everyone that surrounded her. Perhaps one of them would
look out of place. Of course none of them did, but one mare did catch her eye. A small mare stood
off by herself, close to the group, but not too close. The fact that she did not seek the comforting
presence of others was what Paradigm found curious. To be fair, Paradigm was not the type of mare
to want company either. Perhaps it was the two others she had left to fend for themselves in her mad
dash for safety that kept her close to the others now.
Instead of staying put, she took a few steps out of the group and towards this mystery mare. It was
worth a shot, anyway. Paradigm had not spoken to anyone else since joining the Gala. "Are you alright?"
Her steps were loud enough for the mare to hear her. The last thing Paradigm wanted was to startle
someone into bolting again. It had the possibility of startling them all into another panic. "Might
not be the best idea to stay by yourself," she warned, trying to keep her voice soft after the
earsplitting screech that deafened them all earlier.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 5:05 pm
Fable's ears twitch at the sound of another approaching and she opens her eyes to take in this stranger. She can't quite recall if she's seen her before. Then again a great many of their people had attended the festival, and in the madness that had just occurred Fable hadn't exactly been paying attention to much more than escape. Not that that had gone particularly well.
"Not quite," her gaze is intense even in its weariness as she studies the dark mare. Almost all of them sustained some damage during the fray. Some worse than others. "But I think I'll survive." She smiles faintly, then, a somewhat sardonic edge to the expression.
"Still, I think if they were to come back most of us likely wouldn't be able to fight them off. Most of us are too tired. But where else can we go? If the Sanctuary was attacked then... it hardly seems like anyplace else will be much safer." She pauses, then, and tilts her head a little as if to consider her better.
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