[PRP] Keeping Them Together (See Inside)

[UniWingdFox]

This is a private role-play between multiple people.
May also be solo RP at times.

Soquili: Will add as they enter
Genevre | Viracocha | Tahir | Orion

Teepee: Will add as they enter
UniWingdFox | Fatal Irony | Tefla | Mindsend


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Fatal Irony

.Tortured. .Pumpkin.

Mindsend

Sesshiyasha

Tefla

 

[UniWingdFox]

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The traveling they had done since their last resting had been longer than typical. Of course this was not due to wanting to carry on, but more from not finding a suitably secure location to rest. Relief had flooded through Genevre when they finally found a somewhat sheltered spot to lay for a slumber. He was quite sure he was not the only one filled with such relief. As typical, Gene did his normal routine of securing along the perimeter to insure no threats to him or his five brothers were lurking in the shadows. Content they were indeed very much safe, the bulky unicorn took a moment to allow his eyes to close as he succumbed to a moment of exhaustion.

What seemed like only mere seconds later, he awoke to the moon being full in the sky. Embarrassment colored his pure white cheeks as he quickly scanned the area to reassert his barrings. A frown furrowed his brow once he saw that his brothers had separated to relax in their own ways. This caused him much more worry than one would think. Immediately Gene stretched out his kinks from his impromptu slumber. He shook his head, his braid of white mane shifting from one side to another, and stomped one hoof on the ground. It would not do for him to be too far from any of his brothers if the unthinkable were to fall upon them. Determination filled his eyes as he carefully moved around looking for at least one of his brothers.

His movements stayed calculated as if he himself was prey instead of he technically being the hunter himself. Of course the male was not in any danger due to being very strong and an able fighter. Years of having to be on constant watch for anything and everything kept him like this. It was second nature to him as this is his self appointed position among his kin. He would lay his life down for all of his brothers. One of his ears twitched as a slight noise made itself known. Even though it should have been one of his brothers causing the noise, Genevre kept very quite while moving slowly closer to where it was emanating from. Hopefully it would be more than one of the five so that he could relax even in the slightest. It beyond bothered him when he could not see or sense his siblings beside him. Sometimes he was sure that they were not so appreciative of his near constant worrying over their safety. A frown washed over his expression again at that thought. Maybe he should worry a little less over them. After all, they were all the same age. He sighed softly before shaking these thoughts from his mind and glancing into the distance hoping to see his brothers.  

[Fatal Irony]

How long had they wandered? It seemed an eternity, the days marching along in such close procession that they ceased to be individual entities and blurred together in one, long, surreal dream. That word had long ago become synonymous with danger and pain to the stallion; his dreams were dominated by blood and fear and pain. Reality and fantasy were so blurred to Vira that he no longer could tell where one ended and the other began, due in large part to the perilous nature of their trek. They had fled the murderous rage of the monsters, escaping with little more than their lives and a persistent fear of pursuit, but they were dogged every step of the way by perceived footfalls and a feeling of impending doom. They could run as far and as fast as they liked, but they would never shake the feeling of being hunted or the memories of what it would mean to be caught by their pursuers.

It had occurred to Vira on more than one occasion that they had escaped cleanly and there was no forthcoming reckoning by the monsters they were fleeing from, but he was unwilling to gamble his or the lives of his brothers to test that theory. Still, they were bone-weary and in need of rest, and so he had called a halt. The six of them were bonded by blood in more ways than one, and fiercely protective of each other, yet when they paused for rest they at once spread out to brood alone. This was a common enough practice, the brothers needing to face their personal demons alone whenever they had a moment of peace to do so. Vira would never begrudge them that.

He settled as close as he might to his brothers, unseen in the darkness around him and listened to the silence of the night. There may have been a time he would find the summer breeze and moon full above him comforting, but all he could think about was the fateful day his world was torn apart. They had been foals, not even strong enough to join the herd and yet here they were alive when so many were dead. Where was the justice in that? Why were they spared in the face of such odds, why were they spared the horror of the slaughter when all of those that stood to protect them had fallen?

And where there others?

It was a question Vira couldn't shake, the answer he pursued more passionately than the preservation of his own life. Not, he thought belatedly, more than the preservation of my brothers' lives. They meant more to him than his own peace of mind.

He heard the slightest of rustling nearby and called out softly "Gene." He knew which brother had sought out company; they had all spent the better part of their lives in the closest of contact with each other. It was impossible to sneak past one another. It was both comforting and annoying.
 

[tefla]

There was something not right in the eerie silence that pervaded the clearing in which he and his brothers had chosen to bunk down for a much needed rest. Tahir was by far the most skittish of his brothers and even now his dreams afforded him no peace of mind. As much as the stallion tried to push down the bloody childhood memories of his youth they always surged to the forefront of his mind when he closed his eyes in the hopes of snatching a few hours of restful respite. It did not seem as if tonight that was going to happen at all. The youngest sibling of the group, knowing that quite often his frenzied and erratic movements during the night annoyed his older brothers, had chosen a soft patch of grass under a small, yet sturdy, tree to claim as his resting place for the night. Exhaustion tugged at his entire body. A large yawn broke free as he stretched out his worn limbs. Now was the time for slumber. With almost no warning did Tahir feel his eyes droop to a closed position.

Perhaps it was moments later that a thrashing sound emanated from the location that Tahir had chosen to rest in that night. Had one of his brothers been near it would have been clear to them that once again the nightmares had returned to plague his once sane mind. Perhaps in another time he would have found a way to keep the dreams from resurfacing night after night. However with the constant action of being kept on the move Tahir had had no time to seek alternative methods to keep the memories at bay. His method of suppression clearly did not work and Tahir found himself constantly on the verge of exhaustion: both physical and mental. Who in their right mind could only predict what could happen if one day it all became too much?

As he rose from his bed Tahir cast a glance skywards to take in the pale glow of the full moon. There was a moment of surprise as he realized that he actually managed to catch a good chunk of sleep. The moon had traveled quite a distance across the sky and Tahir closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. There was a need to banish the sights, sounds, and smells from his nightmares grew strong once again. It always happened this way. Pacing across the clearing that he shared with his brothers Tahir noted Gene and Vira in the distance before mulling over the idea of joining them. He would not speak but attempt to let the presence of his brothers banish the violence from his mind; at least for a little while.
 

[mindsend]

A branch snaps near the brother's campsite, a rustling of leaves heralding the return of Orion, trying to sneak back into the camp to keep from waking his siblings. Long strands of grass trailed from his mouth, the large clump he had gathered up for his sibling's breakfast occasionally losing a strand as he came to dump it with the pile he had been accruing since he had stirred awake with the darkening of the sky.

While he spent most days in a groggy haze and dozing off rapidly at any stop they made to drink or graze, practically sleepwalking as they traveled, the middle child was now alert and energetic and. He had, as per usual, spent the night thus far scouting the area with a bold stride, head held high. Just as hurt by their past as his siblings, he adjusted by hiding his fear and worries to the world beyond his siblings with a fierce, sharp look in his eyes and a surly expression, working himself to look bigger and badder than anything that dared enter their current territory, scanning the area for any dangers or resources, weak spots and defensive aides that would help them in case of attack. Once satisfied, he'd go to a resource heavy area, gorge himself a little, then take some back to where the others rested before doing another sweep through the territory again and grabbing more food for his family.

It meant he rarely got to truly spend time with them, but it was in his nature to prefer the night and keep mostly to himself if it meant keeping his family safe and letting them rest safely. Orion sighed as he noticed his siblings had stirred themselves into an alert stage once more, their anxiety, fears, and paranoia taking them out of their rest prematurely. It seemed that even his vigilance wasn't enough to let them feel safe in slumber.

With a frown, he did a tally of who was awake and who still slumbered and who it seems may not have actually fallen asleep, "I see I have company again tonight. Not that I mind, but we can't protect ourselves if our numbers weaken -Or even Dwindle - because sleep deprivation has made us ill."

Taking a clump out of the pile of grass he had gathered, he walks over and drops it by Tahin's feet, the tell tale signs that his youngest brother once more awoke to night terrors making it so he'd tend to him first, though he smiled a bit as he got closer, realizing he had been the first to fall asleep and had only just woken up, "You look like you could use something to take the edge off.."

His attention turned to Vira and Gene, "There's a field not too far from here with tall grass -- up to the shoulders. Its good for food, and for hiding.. But that also means it needs special vigilance since we're not the only things that can hide in it. I've been doing what I can to clear a boundary so we won't be surprised..." He looked down at the pile he had formed of grass -- it was knee high with a gentle slope -- hours worth of work but still such a small impact, "I figured might as well take advantage of the fact the cover is made of food."

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