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 Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 12:45 pm
 Zion's breath came in ragged heaves as his shoulder burned in pain and protest. It was taking more of his concentration to remain aloft, and already - seemingly too quick, the demon was rounding about for a second pass.
"No," he heaved, his pride flaring. He was the son of an angeni, he had the blood of an angeni. Even if he was not a purebreed, he was proud, and would defend the herd - his family! - from this monster.
He flew forward, trying to ignore the pain, and this time, his mind raced. He dipped down before the impact, coming up hard with a head-butt into the white demon's stomach. It lacked the force of his forward propulsion, but a thick equine skull to the diaphragm was sure to knock the air from this windbag.
((Fighting Malfeas))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 1:46 pm
Darkstorm smiled with deep satisfaction, like the cat who had caught a bird as the stallion bellowed in pain as her lash successful found its mark on his soft nose. But by the time she had finished her pirouette and was hoping to face him with a follow-up snap of her jaws, he had caught an updraft and was now above her. Her teeth snapped on air. She craned her neck with a snarl as she began to pump her wings to gain altitude. But after her maneuver, going straight up was a bit of a struggle, and her muscles began to flag. The shadowy nature of her wings - while beautiful and exotic, did not make her the strongest flier.
((OOC: Attacking Ashfall))
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2014 1:48 pm
Eventually, the sting across his nose subsided and the tears stopped flowing from his eyes enough for Ashfall to be able to see. He looked down to see the Kalona mare clibing up, struggling against the air as opposed to catching an updraft and sailing upwards effortlessly. He steadied his thoughts. Perfect. This was the opportunity he had been hoping for.
He tucked his wings in close to her body right as she was underneath him... and let gravity do the rest. He plummeted, hooves striking the slender, almost ephermial mare hard, square on her back, and it was not long before he was riding her down towards the ground.
((OOC: In a fight with Darkstorm ))
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 6:36 am
And suddenly, Firestorm's wish was granted. There he was. The imposter. The pretender to the throne, the soquili who did not deserve the name 'Thunderbird'. Firestorm grinned madly as the angeni charged him, four wings a flurry with thunder crashing and lightning flashing around him. The last time the two had collided, it had not ended well for Firestorm. This time, however, he was at the front of a cavalry o soquili, an organized attack, and running on pure hate and desperation.
He flew to meet his charge, leading with his horn, hoping to impale the great angeni. He could already see the scene in his head. Mortally wounding the great Thunderbird and driving him off the cliff at the edge of the herdgrounds to where he could sacrifice him at the altar he had built.
But Firestorm was living too much in the fantasy and not nearly enough in the reality. Thunderbird had aged since they had last clashed, and grown into a powerful, confident angeni stallion.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 1:40 pm
Firestorm's wish quickly soured as Thunderbird's eyes narrowed at the most basic attack the alicorn threw at him. Had he learned nothing the last time he had attacked his family?! He never should have returned, and never thought he could face him again. Lightning flashed, nearly blinding the alicorn with its proximity as Thunderbird effortlessly evaded his aerial lunge and swept back around for another pass.
"YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!" He bellowed, begining to build up a crackling charge in his fury. Pure angeni blood flowed through his veins - his arrival truly was a blessing from the spirits. His holy light surrounded him, crackling with the appearance of lightning at its edges, causing even Firestorm to balk at the grand display of power.
And in the alicorn's hesitance, Thunderbird flew towards him again, hoping to catch him on the side, and knock him out of their airspace.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 7:07 pm
Stormcloud whinnied, furious that this beast dared attack her adopted daughter, and flew to engage him, to knock him back off of where he had gone to try to seize her wing. Lightning cracked and sizzled over the feathers of her wings and her eyes flashed in hatred.
She had given him enough opportunities, enough warning. She flew at him. while she didn't have claws like her daughter, sharp blows from her hooves struck out at the flying cur as she zipped right above him. They were up so high, the air was thin, though Stormcloud was used to high flying and stormy conditions, having chased storms since she was old enough to fly.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 7:18 pm
Maelstrom was feeling cocky, overconfident. The brash filly was awake and the idea that this ground-scum could pose ANY threat to her was so beyond her concept that she underestimated him. Let alone be any kind of threat after her intial, well-placed blow. She landed, and was already begining to plan her next strike when... she was caught off guard.
He struck, and struck true, despite apparently being blinded. She cried out in shock and pain as the stallion reared and struck forward with his front hooves and caught her across the face.
She fell back, shaking her head, and now she was the one blinded as blood poured from a scalp wound into her eyes.
((Fighting Xibalba))
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 7:26 pm
The colors cleared and revealed the satisfying visage of the pale mary whinnying in pain, blood running from a gash above her eyes.
"De spirits, dey do not favor you, mare." He taunted as he kicked foward. He listened to the spirits, but he also knew an opportunity when he saw it. He lowered his head and drove his horn into the mare's shoulder, just at the join of fur and feather with her wings and was rewarded with another shrill whinny.
"Mebbe I fly wit dose wings 'o yours like de birds." He was rewarded with another, scandalized screa of rage from the proud mare.
((On Maelstrom))
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 9:34 am
"FROOOOOST! FROOOOOST! Froooooooossssttttttt!" Pooka shouted again, trying to mimic the insipid, desperate tone in the panicked mare's voice. This was fun. Did the mare not even remember she had wings?
Her tone changed, directed straight at the pale mare, ears flopping forward with a shake of her head as she stared at her with her four eyes and smiled her big smile. "I don't think he's coming. Nope nope nope. Who is this Frost? Your mate? Your father? I guess he just doesn't care enough." Hop. Skip, Jump. Circle around the mulberry bush.
Keep close enough and she couldn't take off, hopefully. If she even remembered she had those wings. If Pooka had wings, she wouldn't forget it. She could play so many more games! Oh, but what game to play next?
She grinned. She knew one. "Little mare, Little mare, won't you come and play? See if you can escape my ring...." Her tail wiggled as she circled Flurry faster.
Kamiki Not really going for Frost, but she's shouting his name, just as Flurry was. May or may not be within earshot of him
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 9:37 am
Where was he, where was he?! Frost was probably off with that other mare, spening time with her and not HER! She neeeeeded him. Oh lord, what was this rabbity THING doing? Her ears lay back against her head as her tail swished anxiously and she looked about as she started to circle. Those eyes.... that grin. Oh how embarrassing would it be if she were eaten by a rabbit?!
"Frooooooosssssttt..." It was more a worried whimper now than a shout as her throat felt like it was starting to close. She was so frightened. Why was no body going to save her? Where was her knight in shining armor?
"I... I don't want to play your game..." It was barely a murmur as her eyes were wide and she watched the dark mare circling her in a mad, singsong voice.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 4:50 pm
Barghest's eyes widened as he saw the other mare heading straight for him. His position of snagging Cyclone's wing had left him open for the barrage of driven hooves across his flank. She may not have had the brace of the ground to really pummel him, but each hoofblow was delivered with the fury of a mother seeing a daughter in danger.
Barghest yelped, the wing-mouths echoing his pain and releasing his grasp.
Barghest was a soquili used to reading omens, and right now it was easy to see that things did not bode well. With a snarl, he tucked his wings in close to his body, descending rapidly, hopefully away from the two of them.
And as he plummeted, he caught sight of a flash of crackling light - another soquili - a big stallion with similar colors to the two mares, but four wings was attacking the alicorn that had brought them here to begin with. He caught the wind, angling for those two.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 7:33 pm
Slowly but surely, other noises began to filter into Psyche's awareness. She was fascinated by this strange creature, but as it quivered, one of its wings pinned beneath her hoof, other, louder noises reached her ears and she reluctantly tore her eyes away from the little monster to her surroundings.
The war had begun. This creature, this messenger had successfully been thwarted in sending out a message, but so had Psyche been kept out of the thick of things - for better or for worse. Overhead, soquili collided and swept back and forth in a deadly, beautiful dance. And on the ground, clusters were forming, as soquili drove heavy, blunt hooves into one another. She should join, she should help, and yet she was mesmerized by the scene, the war that was playing out around her. Like she was swept up in some great painting.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 6:22 am
Megaera was a dutiful mare who trusted absolutely in Taraxippus's command. She hadn't dithered for a second when he made this call to arms. He had always been right in the past. Always looked out for her. Knew what was best for her, and was willing to do all of the complicated thinking so she didn't have to.
But as she chased after the brownish alicorn who was headed for her son, something began to squirm uncomfortably in Megaera's stomach. That was her son out there. Her son in danger. They hadn't been attacked by this herd, they were the ones putting themselves into the line of fire. Infernum might get hurt. Even if he was strong, and solid and competant, he still might be injured. Possibly even worse. Psyche was out there, too. She had flown off just a bit before, chasing some strange winged thing.
Megaera slowed more than she intended as her thoughts threatened to snag up her actions. She shouldn't be thinking these things. Taraxippus could do these thinkings for her and solve her problems. But Taraxippus was on the other side of the herdgrounds....
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:24 am
Grimoire was positively brimming with enthusiasm and sadistic glee as her facade crumbled to reveal her bully of a draft mare form. Her muscles rippled and her golden eyes flashed as now she stood taller than the angeni mare. She might have had four wings, but she was hands taller. Very little of her father, the massive Kalona Dyson Graves showed in Grimoire outside of her coloration in her pony-sized form. Not that she had ever met him, but when she grew big, the towering, bull-like stallion's physique was unmistakable in the mare.
Grimoire LOVED being big. But she didn't spend all her time like that, because that would take away what she loved even more: a deception. A trick. A trap. And this mare had fallen right into it.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 8:31 am
Teumesia's mind raced as time seemed to slow. Unfortunately, that did nothing for her maneuverability. She had already set her trajectory, she had already gone to try to dodge, but now she could only hope that whatever blindingly powerful attack the four-winged mare was preparing would either miss, or at least be a glancing blow.
Anju and his son, Taraxippus were the first other soquili that had earned Teumesia's respect. Bearing foals of her own within the herd had taught her a new joy in life. A life she was NOT about to let end here. Teumesia knew she had been overconfident. She knew now that this war had been a bad idea. This wasn't fun. This wasn't a mischivous trip to tear up the fields of two-legs or even preying on weak victims. This herd was much more powerful than she had assumed.
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