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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 5:48 pm
This is a private roleplay for Lady Evelyn Nyht's Wild Wind and Windstorm.
In the mountains safe in Balrog and Stormwild's Wind Herd.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 2:16 am
(( This is a response to A Coming Storm )) The painted stallion was restless, feeling the agitation in the herd at the absence of their Alpha, Stormwild, and the prospering prince, Firestorm. The rumor mill ran wild like fire after the young stallion seemed to have left in a huff—a rumor that he was courting something that he, himself, had believed was just a fairytale: Kalona. The devil spawn of the night that fed off the flesh of other Soquilis with large bat like wings and horns showing the pact they made with the dark one. He wasn't even aware that his own daughter, Vortex, was consorting with a half-breed of one as well.
Just the thought of the stories he'd been told sent a shiver down his spine. And these beasts could fly like him and the rest of the herd. What wouldn't stop them from gathering forces and attacking his peaceful home, destroying his world he'd thought would just be a dream. What about his daughters? His mate?
He looked at the other stallions around him. Did they feel just as ill at ease as he did? Was it fair for them to seek to Balrog as their only protector? A whole murder of kalona could take the elder wind down if they were blood thirsty enough like the tales told.
Wild Wind remembered the painstakingly training his father had taught him long ago. He looked over his own appearance with a slight grimace. Nothing like how he used to be. True, he was still well maintained, but he could see the fat from disuse on his body. It was the same trademarks the others in the herd has as well.
Perhaps... perhaps it wasn't too late to be the strongest Wind herd in the lands. With the right training... He shook his head. He couldn't rouse the others to follow his lead. It was best to start with himself, ask his family to help, and maybe grow from there?
He set off to go in search of his daughter, Windstorm.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:03 am
She heard wings flapping behind her and turned to see her father, short of breath and with a very concerned look on his face. It seemed the latest story the herd was telling had her father very shaken. She, herself, worried about the herd, but it was a natural reaction when there was a buzz in the air of anxiousness.
Windstorm moved to greet her father properly when she heard hoof beats on the path below them. She turned her attention back with a hopeful air but it was quickly masked with pure worry. Her grandmother seemed battleworn, gashes all over her beautiful tattooed body, fur turned back showing deeper cuts and bits of skin. She didn't know she'd audible gasped at the sight, fleeing to her father like a scared filly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:21 am
Wild Wind instinctively put a protect wing over his daughter, pulling her close to his side as if he would shield her from the wreckage. His eyes took note of her wounds, every detail, and his mind assumed, Kalona. It was after his assessment of his mate's mother that he noticed the basket being carried before her. Was she pregnant when she left?
Was it there? He canted his head to the side in puzzlement as they walked on by, unaware of the glances, stares, and audience in their need to get to an alicorn or the shaman two-legged. It was black. It had their colorings in parts of the weave and the bare trace of their runes, but could it indeed be there? And where were the others? Wouldn't there be more?
He felt the racking sobs of his daughter pull him back to the now. He crooned softly, running his muzzle along her back to comfort her. He knew that with her seeing her grandmother so brutalized, her peaceful bubble was shattered. There wasn't anything he could have done to stop it either. "Usdi sawu, she'll be all right. Your grandmother is safe here. We'll protect you, her, and the entire herd. Don't cry."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:26 am
She pulled away from her father, ashamed of her tears and showing weakness. It stung her pride to be seen so, even if he was her father that kissed the boo-boos gone when she was a filly. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fears. Her grandmother had come home injured, severely injured.
She stomped a hoof as anger began to grow deep in her belly. Tears still staining her face, she looked boldly in Wild Wind's eyes, a defiance forming in the violet eyes so much like the relation that just passed by. "No, father. I want to help too."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:38 am
He was about to argue against the idea when he remembered his mate, her mother, was very much as able to fight back when necessary. It seemed their daughter had more of their mother than he first thought. He closed his mouth, but concern was still etched on his features.
"Very well, Windstorm. I can't treat you like my little girl anymore. I see you've grown into a fine mare with the strength of this herd flowing in your veins. It's yours even more so than it is mine. This herd's blood flows in you, I'm just a part of it by the grace of Balrog and the love of your mother."
He shook his head, disbelieving what he was about to suggest. "I'm not completely useless and just a fine piece of a stallion. I haven't told anyone this, not even your mother." He took a deep breath, finding how best to explain to his oldest. "My old herd was once protectors for grounded. My father was the best fighter in the sky and on the ground. He trained me very vigorously before I departed. I still remember ever thing he ever said those days I was being trained against my will, my ideals of protecting the weaker link."
He let out a small laugh out of discomfort. "It seems I've lost my physique in the last few years, but no matter. I'll train you and train with you." He paused a moment. "If others join us, we'll be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. No murder of kalona could take us down if we worked together."
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 3:47 am
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...a few days later
Stormwild and Balrog had begun talking about the attack on her and what had happened. A tragedy that she had lost children, but a blessing to have saved one. Though the herd murmured to themselves that they weren't completely convinced the basket was really part of their blood. Everyone in the herd knew of Stormwild's soft heart towards the underdogs. You can't teach an old dog new tricks...
Not only were Windstorm and Wild Wind now rigorously training, but the news that it was a skinwalker attack and something more dark and twisted... It didn't sit well with either of them. Kalona, skinwalker, and something else, any of these things could decide to attack the herd at any given time. The urgency to be ready was thick around the painted pair.
Both were constantly sparring in the air, on the ground, and running in the forests at the mountain's roots to strengthen their legs and tone their bodies. Soon the stagnate fat of their bodies began to dissolve. They joined Balrog on his patrol flights, giving him time to keep a close eye on his mate as she recovered with the blessed basket. And both were proud with their small accomplishment.
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