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Psyche flew alongside her mother, just behind her younger brother, Infernum. Despite sharing a mother, the two were radically different. Psyche still carried a few misgivings about coming along. But if anything convinced her to go through with it, it was that Xibalba was going to be there... and the morbid curiousity of actually seeing war.

As she crested the waterfall and spied the mare, startled, below, she saw her mother and brother fly towards her. She hovered in place for just a moment before she spotted more movement - two... of the strangest things she had seen - they seemed to be eyes on wings. Her mind went to the ravens. Messengers.

There. That was something she could do. She took off after them - hoping to squelch the announcement of their arrival in the herdgrounds - at least for a bit. And... perhaps get a closer look at the bizarre, fascinating creatures - were they creatures?

Malfeas needed no words, no jitteriness when the ravens arrived. He just smiled, letting his unsettlingly large mouth stretch his face just a bit wider. He snapped his wings open. They may not have been as large as some of the others, but they served him well. And with a practiced ease, he kicked off of the ground and climbed. Up, up up - a few hundred feet as the waterfall roared around him, almost calling to him, egging him on.

And soon, he got his first eyes full of the herdgrounds they were taking on. Yes. Yes this was excellent. Wide and lush, with a mare waiting for them below.

He caught the updrafts, hanging in the air for a moment, savoring the moment. No need to engage the front lines... That was taken care of. They were here to conquer. He allowed the little, eager fluttercorn to dart ahead, and slowly began his approach

Seance's coils suddenly twisted into stillness as the anticipation coalesced around her as the battle cry was given. Her father who should stood near didn't run exactly; he was leading from behind. But this made Seance smile and her chest puffed up - he would get to see her. She would make him proud!

With pounding enthusiasm, his daughter bolted forward, crashing into the Thunderbird lands with a shout of championed rage. She wanted into the thick of the battle.

She didn't stop until she was in the middle of a meadow, breaking through the treeline and facing a gathering of unsuspecting other Soquili. She had absolutely no fighting experience, and had no idea what she intended to do now. Maybe if one of them was brave enough to approach her first...

She took a quite glance over her shoulder. Was Daddy watching?? She hoped so, because she was ready to give it all she had. There was no point of reference for her - no idea what exactly she may be getting herself into.

Barghest was in no immediate hurry as the ravens returned - one of them, Omen - his own familiar. He smiled widely - pleased that Omen participated in the opening call to arms. It was... appropriate after all - this Omen would be an omen of the death of the soquili above them.

After Infernum sounded the attack, he waited for Omen to return to him, flapping around him, and then kicked off, sailing upwards on the updrafts from the waterfall as his raven circled him, joining him.

He soared high, above the crest of the waterfall, and higher still. He wanted to look down on these herdgrounds, see their layout, how the rivers intersected with the plains, and how many flecks of colorful soquili might be there, and where. A war was not a race.

He stretched his wings wide, casing a large shadow on the herd below, and that brought him satisfaction as he slowly glided further in, letting his shadow fall across a gathering of soquili below them. It was a delicious metaphor for the ominous beast.

Tisiphone marched forward at the call; ever a dutiful mare. She was eager to get into the thick of battle; but not for some bloodlust like her herdmates. She wanted to find Lamia and her mother, so she could fight by their side. Not that she would defend herself if needed; but she was already more in the defensive mode than actively looking for trouble.

Her hooves were steady, pounding hard on the ground. She wasn't looking for a fight, but you wouldn't know by looking at her. Her confidence exuded from her very essence.

She knew her family would be eager to taste battle, and if she was to fall today; it would be by protecting them.

Somewhere deep in her heart Stormfall had already guessed that this invading party had not come for peace. Why bother hiding beneath the waterfall if not to launch a surprise attack? But the question remained of how they had gotten there in the first place. Stormfall shook that question from her mind as she focused on the battle that was imminent to come. Two of the attacking party deemed her enough of a threat to focus their attention on her alone. Other Soquili went flying by and with a sinking feeling she watched as a blue flutter careened after her companion. Obviously though now her path lay in another direction. She could only hope that things would work out. Stormfall inwardly groaned as another individual strode forward. Battle loomed for her and in a three on one situation it did not look like she would have the advantage.

Realizing that the stallion was the biggest threat of the trio Stormfall let her attention fall to the angle that he was diving at before adjusting her position. With a flick of her wings the mare was airborne as well and dodging the stallion’s opening shot by mere seconds. The move had not exactly been a subtle one. Taking to the air also seemed to have prevented a good chunk of her flesh being removed as the white stallion had seemed intent on doing. With three possibly attacking Soquili Stormfall realized that perhaps she had been foolish in preemptively making her challenge and taking a stand.

Words had already gotten her into this mess. Being by herself had not helped either. Stormfall made a large circuit in the air before picking a place to land. Her hooves skimmed the ground just as something heavy crashed into her from above.

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The errand it had been sent on was dire. The winged creature understood this as much as it could. Winging its way towards the targeted area was easy enough but having to avoid detection by something larger than itself was not an easy task.

And there it was - the signal. Darkstorm didn't need to be told twice as she burst forth along with the strangers that her father had allied himself with. They were a strong bunch, and it made her heart pound in excitement to see the army that had been gathered for her father's cause.

She set off to the top of the waterfall, knowing that the other brigade - those on hoof and her father would be at the other side of the herdgrounds. She wanted him to see her as she fought for him - fought for their family - make him proud. She kept to the edges of the herdground as the first to the top engaged a lone soquili and kept her busy. She wanted to find the other side of their force, to be side by side with Firestorm when she joined the assault.

Xibalba emerged from the trees a few paces behind Pooka and also surveyed the herdgrounds. This was the time. Pooka seemed to consort with the spirits in her own fashion, spinning about and letting fate choose the direction that that little top would take. he had another way.

He looked down at his feet, and looked to the direction that the air stirred the colorful energy that waved and billowed at his front hooves. It stretched away from the forests...

He didn't run. Didn't gallop. Why? The spirits would guide his steps and he would know if he needed to. They were in no rush to clear these lands - they needed to make an entrance.

But he set out straightforward, walking with an eerie air about him as he joined the assault.