[PRP] Is That... Blood...? [Macaria x Validen] | Page 1 | Open / Private RP | Guild Forums

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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:02 pm

Macaria looked up from where she stood drinking water by the riverside and gazed out at the view of the Borro Hills. Beyond that was where the Six resided... And where she suspected the fighting would take place. But by the time any real battles broke out, she'd be far, far into the Fresya Woods. She'd pray and hope with all her heart that the Greater herd would kick their sorry arses, but...

It wasn't that she was a coward or that she didn't hate the Six or anything. She just didn't want to see blood shed an lives other than the Six's taken.

She just didn't want to be a burden.

Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 4:35 pm

►► K I N G ___ A Z R E T H

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Valdien's eyes were unfocused as he staggered down the final slope of the Borro Hills, his every nerve set aflame. Blood coated his flanks, his neck, his wings...it seemed as if he was made of blood entirely.

A ragged gash had opened the muscles of his chest to the frigid air, and each movement sent waves of pain radiating through his entire body. His mouth was set in a grimace of pain, and he limped, favoring his right foreleg.

This last excursion into the Six's lands had been a giant mistake; he had gone to try to assess the enemy's numbers, and had blundered into five of the Six's agents.

His breaths came in wheezing gasps, his ears flat to his skull as he pushed onward; he had to reach the castle to get help, but the stallion knew he would never make it that far.

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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 8:38 am

Macaria had been lowering her head to take another drink when something bright red entered her field of vision. It was on the other side of the river... A henchman of the Six?

Looking at it more carefully, she could see the Azerin staggered as it walked, and two large wings were folded awkwardly. She might be able drive it away if it came to close. Starting to wade the shallow bank of the river, Macaria hoped she could scare or somehow intimidate the Azerin into leaving.

And then a cold breeze brought her it scent, stopping her dead in her tracks.

The Azerin wasn't red. It was covered in blood.

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