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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    But you don't fucking know me homie you don't want war.
    #21

    winter wonderland

    The original plan had been to make a diplomatic visit to Tephra, to discuss the upcoming possibilities and the future. But the billowing smoke rising from Tephra seems to bring a change of plan, the war was upon them, raging quietly just across the water he now held to himself.
    The male sighs loudly as he barks an order toward his companion, Ruinam wouldn't risk losing such a small creature in the chaos of war. The Ivory stallion bolts for Tephra, his body moving as quickly as it could, he didn't even know if he would participate, he knew barely anything of Loess even though he lived right next to it and knew even less of Tephra, which was why he wanted to visit in the first place.

    It does not take long for the stallion to arrive, greeted by the scornful heat arising from the land, a rather displeasing scent also making its way toward him.
    The land is also incredibly dark as he rushes inland, trying to make out what is going on, as he moves he is tackled by a shadow, thrown off balance the male falls on his side, his body scraping against the molten landscape as he begins to pant.
    His body aches as soon as he stands, his mind a little shaken as he tries to make out his surroundings again, his ears darting around at each sound.
    He wasn't ready to be here, not yet at least. Yet something still pulled him forward, a familiar scent rising above the others, Sinner.

    As he picks himself back up, the sweet taste of water fills his lungs, the flame doused by a vicious storm, Ruinam halts for a moment, admiring the display of lights above before heading toward the scent.
    If both Sinner and Mary were here then they would take precedence over everything else, he would try to help them if he could.

    Ruinam finally arrives at the centre of the battlefield, the sight is terrifying, the smell horrific as he comes to a halt, his eyes surveying the battered landscape until he finally makes out where Sinner and Mary reside, without a second thought the stallion barges his way toward them, shoving anything in his way aside until he is by their side.

    "Sinner"
    "Mary"

    There is no time for greetings, he utters their names as he stands close to both of them, his body positioned and ready to fight.
    Suddenly behind him sounds a small yip, a white shape appearing at his legs, rubbing against them affectionately, the small fox had followed him all the way here, despite being told not to. Ruinam takes a moment to himself to greet the ivory fox, standing over him like a shield.  
    "I will try to help as best I can" he nods, his mind is perhaps ready but his abilities fell short of being useful unless, his companion felt like biting a few ankles.
     

    Ruinam

    This is rather messy but I tried to type it up rather fast before going to work all day.
    Ruinam is mainly here for Sinner and Mary, but if you want to give him a shaking feel free!

    Aziz is also at the side just trying to keep his domes there, feel free to also have a tussle with him and he can throw some soil at you C:
    ruinam-500px
    #22

    CASIMIRA

    dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah

    Even in her dragon rage, she is so, incredibly, young. She is smaller than the adult male dragon that appears, and if it had been possible, there might have been fear that registered in her mind. But all she feels is the fire in her throat, and the need to dig her talons into something, anything. She does her best to make a conscious effort to keep herself between the other dragon and Leliana – and so focused she is that she does not notice when her scales become coated in a diamond armor, flashing and glistening as the water from the witch’s storm repels off, glimmering in the firelight.

    She does not notice when another magician appears, and cannot feel the strength that he lends her queen. Her ice blue eyes are locked fiercely on Castile’s, their bodies darting and colliding over and over – teeth snapping, their talons ripping at what they can. She drops then suddenly, using her smaller form to her advantage to dip downward and beneath him, unleashing a plume of flame as she does so. But she can feel his talons as they scrape against her, and even though the diamond armor does its job and her skin remains unbroken, the force is enough to knock her off balance, and her focus is broken.

    She is driven to the ground, but instead of colliding with the mud soaked earth, she is first knocked into the golden stallion that she had encountered when she arrived. Even though she is small in comparison to Castile, she is significantly larger than Ophanim. Scrambling for balance, with her vibrantly white wings flared out, she pays no mind to how she surely jostles him. She cannot explain the sudden rage that flares inside of her; this was all their fault. Try as she might, she cannot tap into the more logical side of her brain. Her attention span becomes that of a predator, and with Ophanim so close, she completely loses track of Castile. All she sees is the firebreathing stallion, and the mare from Sylva he had been threatening.

    There is a moment’s pause, as she regards him, drawing herself upright to tower over him. There is a slow tilt of her draconic head, as the lightning overhead alights her temporary diamond armor, glistening like ice.

    Her attack is fast, but it is merciless.

    It would have been easy to just breathe fire into his face, but it didn’t feel satisfying. Instead, she reaches forward to snap at a feathered wing, not even caring what else her teeth and talons might slash in her attempt to find purchase on his flesh. 



    @[Castile] @[Ophanim]

    I was told by Jassal to attack Ophie, so here we are.
    #23

    She's got the devil's eyes

    She had felt this coming long before it happened, the reverberations echoing through every corner she peered into. She had waited quietly, curiously, to see just how it might unfold. Leliana had changed, and that made her unpredictable. But to Heartfire, the uncharacteristic behavior is less alarming and far more intriguing. This woman is vastly different from the girl she had first met so long ago now. This woman is one Heartfire could understand far better.

    She has no investment in the fight however, and until the scuffle drags the correct parties into play, she sees no reason to intervene. Now however, that has changed. Now there is a great deal of reason. Still, despite this, she cannot throw herself behind Loess. After all, what had Castile expected when he chose to continue imprisoning so many? That they would remain helpless forever? These are simply the consequences of his actions.

    She had known they must come, and she is content to watch him reap what he had sown. What she is not content with, is watching her family take part in such an assault.

    She is quiet as she approaches the wild chaos of the battlefield, easily picking her way around burning foliage and muddy pits. She does not announce her arrival, does not try to gain attention in any grand way.. Brennen is here already, quite the boon, as it were. But she is not here to pick a fight, or to claim sides. No, she is here to end this nonsense. Before it spills over into her home, or takes that which she cares for.

    She moves swiftly, mercilessly, methodically stealing sight, sending the warriors into pitch darkness to sink or swim as they would. Of course, the sudden absence of such a vital sense would no doubt bring the fight to a grinding halt. After all, it’s quite difficult to attack when you cannot see where your opponent is.

    She does not play favorites, instead plucking from both sides equally. It’s tiring work, but when she is done, she steps forward, moving into the fray. Only then does she announce her presence, making herself and her actions known. She does not shout though, instead speaking conversationally. Let them stop and listen.

    “If you are interested in regaining what I took, I would strongly advise you cease fighting and come an accord. I have no interest in witnessing a slaughter today.”

    and they'll cut you like a weapon

    Heartfire


    TL;DR Heartfire comes in and says "Aw, hell nah" and makes a bunch of ponies blind. Totally up to you if you want yours to be affected or not (this is not permanent, unless you really desperately want it to be lmao) <3 She's just trying to stop the fighting basically, cuz why would she actually do something expected :|
    #24
    Though he’s not been told, Gale is quite certain he is not supposed to be following Father. Yet he does, because staying behind where he can hear Tiercel shrieking and Mother crying is simply not an option. He leaps from the rocky cliff face, flapping his golden wings rapidly. Take-offs are not his forte, and he scrapes his fetlocks against the thorny brambles a time or two, but eventually he is in the air.

    A brief moment of concentration and he is invisible (Gale is rather proud of how quickly he’d mastered this skill!) and winging his way across the sky in pursuit of his sire and his king.

    That he falls behind is not unexpected - the little brindle boy is not even a year old yet - but despite the building weariness in his wings he does not stop to rest. Ahead, where he knows Tephra must be, the sky is bright with flame and the roaring of both dragons and the wind. Gale does not know what he is looking for, and before he can find it is swallowed in darkness.

    He is nothing in the sky when the rains begins, and the force of them takes away what little control he has. He flickers in and out of sight, struggling to maintain his invisibility. He loses it entirely just as a pair of dragons collide in the air beside him, and he has to dive down sharply to avoid a collision.

    The world goes dark.

    Gale screams: terror and unbridled fear in his voice, and plummets downward toward flowing magma he cannot see to avoid.
    #25
    Ophanim
    He turns his dark head when Sinner collides with him, making him stumble farther from Mary as the hellhound’s teeth test his scales. The gritting sound of the bites makes his teeth clench but he feels no pain in response to the assault. Ophanim inhales deep through his nose and lets a plume of fire bellow from his lips in the Sylvan queen’s direction. For now, he has forgotten how to be the soft and kind boy that loves Starsin and shies from his owner anger. He only knows that these two are annoyances, more kindling for his fires.

    Just as he runs out of breath and begins to inhale more air, the diamond-coated dragon collides with him and knocks him to the ground. He snarls as he tumbles, rolling with the force of the impact. Mud coats his body as it returns to its true color and the armored scales peel back to reveal vulnerable flesh. The angel boy glows once more in the infinite night of their war, his slow burning halo orbiting his crown as he staggers up onto his trembling legs. But Casimira is faster to recover from their collision. She has his wing in her teeth before he can armor himself once more.

    Then, he hears a loud snap and he’s blinded by the pain.

    His wing slumps in her grip and he cries out in pain as she continues to snap her massive jaws at him. Ophanim stumbles back, suddenly fearful of his opponent, but she is relentless. Her fangs find his throat and puncture the source of his fire as easy as crushing a grape. His one unbroken wing flaps uselessly in an attempt to free himself from her but the damage is already done. Mud and blood coat his body as he limps behind a tree. Perhaps as a saving grace, Heartfire blinds them all and he collapses to the ground. His chest heaves for breath while his wings lay across the ground, useless. Only his glowing markings and halo keep him from camouflaging into the ground.
    he breathed some fire at @[Mary] but the @[Casimira] punted him back and broke his everything. now he's tapping out and hoping no one comes over here.
    #26
    An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind


    With a backdrop of stars and moon, Castile slipped out of the nest in pursuit of chaos.

    It’s wrong of her to follow, but the threat of excitement and chaos spurs her into a run that mother tries to not even stop. With determination fueling her every stride, Cyprin tries to follow the overhead silhouette of her brother toward Tephra. Fortunately, once he escapes her range of sight, there are sounds of crackling fires, screams, and draconic roars to guide her the remainder of the way.

    The love of family and home is what genuinely gives life to Cyprin’s decisions. She only saw the magician arrive and erupt a maze from the earth in Loess, but the reasons were beyond the girl’s understanding. Objectively, she observed the beginning of mayhem and a retaliation from Loess.

    It’s only right that she answers the call as well, but her mind is easily distracted by the chaos. There is a raging storm of fire, then rain, then screaming and shouting. It’s all so much, but Cyprin still manages to slip threads of her magic into the rocks, soil, lava, and charred tree trunks. As a child – a yearling, truthfully – she cannot conjure a great behemoth as mother has supposedly done before. Instead, they are like minions springing to life from the ashes. Cyprin’s eyes, a rambunctious scarlet now, dart side to side as her world rises to life even more.

    Tree trunks awkwardly pedal forward with feet-like roots to clumsily crash into unsuspecting victims.
    Small rock formations pull together to create small golems to ram into others.
    A serpent of lava slithers from the deepest depths to scald oblivious victims.
    A flying creature of ash even arises, swirling in the darkness and toward Leliana’s barrier like living smoke, choking flyers of clear air.

    They are all her creations, but alive they are beyond her control. Mother of monsters, but then they are deciding on their own. An occasional shout directs them toward the enemies – Leliana, Mary, Sinner, Titus – but they decide their own pommeling attacks. Cyprin is simply the puppeteer watching her monstrous children help wreak havoc, even if the creatures provide only provide a distraction for the Loessians to take advantage of.


    Cyprin
    lior and nayl

    picture by Jiamin Zhu on pinterest



    yup, so pretty much Cyprin just created little gremlins xD If you want your horse pommeled by tree trunks, rock beasties, a flying ash monster, or a lava serpent, feel free hahaha they aren't massive at all so no one is dying or getting squished. I didn't target anyone in particular sooo yeah
    #27
    GRAPHIC WARNING

    WOLFBANE

    Everything around him is moving so fast that Wolfbane can’t keep up. The crash of one horse barreling into another as it jumps in front of him and he skirts around, a mare and her foal streak past the opposite way but he digs in and keeps running. Rain lashes in stinging pricks across his face and into his eyes but he doesn’t care: his world is focused on the flickering boy and the dragons. Please, hear me, he cries out to his Gods, the ones far beyond his reach and of the old world.

    His wings flash out in a brilliant spray of water and the color white, pure and fluttering though they cannot lift him. One wing is still yet to fully heal, though he pushes past the pain anyways.

    The small speck in the sky solidifies and his deepest, darkest fears take hold and choke him. They claw their way up his throat and keep him from going blind while the rest around him seem to separate in confusion. A shadow creature, or maybe some other little being cracks apart underneath his mud-soaked hooves and bursts as he gallops overtop it, pushing and pushing and pushing.

    Wolfbane tries again with his wings and they nearly lift him, they nearly have the strength to take him up.

    Gale.
    Gale, his sweet innocent Gale. Tender Gale who loves his sister and his brother too, the smallest of his and Lepis’ triplets and the one who seems most striking in his infant beauty.
    Gale screams and Wolfbane joins him.

    The bone of his right wing snaps into place and he shoves into the air, forcing himself through the mindless chaos in the sky to get to the volcano. Never has he pushed himself this hard or this fast, nothing else consumes him but his son and the need to save him at all costs, even at his own life. He would die a thousand deaths in a thousand different ways but to lose Gale would be the slowest, most painful of them all. Hold baby boy, hold! He pleads in his mind, watching his son fall farther and farther, faster and faster. HOLD! He yells without words, diving just as the brindle babe falls past the puckered lips of the gaping summit and into the molten gut.

    His eyes follow and he sees wings, he only sees the wings when he plummets into the searing heat to reach out and grab. The blistering pain of touching the sun’s surface is comparable but he couldn’t care less because his mouth is tight around the bend of Gale’s magnificent wings, tugging the boy free.

    He doesn’t notice that his own are on fire, like a brilliant angel of death that breaks free from the molten liquid to soar up again. He doesn’t notice how light his beautiful boy is or how easy it seems for himself to shed the ashen feathers and grow new ones on his way home to Loess. He doesn’t want to look. He only sees wings because that’s all that remains: Gale’s wings, and the blackened cusp of his child's fleshy spine.

    United with Lepis || Warrior of Loess || Father to Five



    @[Lepis]
    tl;dr: Bane was unsuccessful and has left the battle to carry his son's remains home.
    [Image: Wolfbane2.png][Image: 3bCHvj.png]
    #28

    DAWN

    i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me

    In the midst of chaos, nothing goes as planned.

    A horse – a Loessian – slips into the pits of the volcano, but she doesn’t notice in her headlong rush to stop Lie. Dragons clash in midair and screams fill the air as winged horses dive to and fro, and a man plunges into the volcano to try and save his young son – none of this is noticed by Dawn. She only has eyes for the cremello-turned-rogue, and suddenly there is a golden blur between her and her target. A scream of her own rips from her bear’s lips as she tries to pull away, recognizing her dearest friend: Kensa.

    It is too late, however, to stop her forward momentum, and she barrels into the hardy little mare, gasping as her much heavier body crashes into Kensa’s with her entire strength behind it. They collapse to the ground, a tangle of bear and horse, and she scrambles backward as carefully as she can, lest she accidentally put a hideously sharp claw into her friend’s hide. No, no, no, no, no, she thinks as she backs away and a look of pure terror fills her eyes, praying to any gods who will listen that she did not, could not have hurt her friend.

    The bear melts away as quickly as it had come, leaving the tall golden mare trembling before the two of them, her fury quickly replaced with dread. “Kensa, I-I’m so sorry,” she whispers over the screams of the dying battle around her, coat darkening with nervous sweat as her sides heave. “You weren’t supposed to be here, be there. This isn’t about you, this-this...” She trails off, finding herself unable to continue. She spares Litotes a glance, her eyes momentarily darkening, before fixing her gaze back on Kensa. How hurt is she?

    This was never about Kensa, or hurting her – this was about the East, and protecting their allies. Protecting their allies, not aiding their enemies. Friends with their members or not, Loess is the enemy. That’s all she knows. It’s all she can think as her panic threatens to overwhelm her and she takes another step away, suddenly unable to meet either of their eyes. She just wants to be a good queen, with loyal followers, and it seems she’s going to lose both of her biggest allies tonight.

    clean.
    #29

    and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.

    Tearing herself from Malone had been nearly impossible. She had promised him that she would never leave him, and so far she had kept her promise. And now when he needed her the most, when the world was being flipped upside down, she was breaking it.

    Of course they had known it was coming. Loess hadn’t been in the business of making friends, and it wasn’t at all surprising that someone they had wronged had finally tried to give them their comeuppance. Perhaps Leliana’s maze had not been intended to harm the way that it had – but the road to hell was paved with good intentions, and Starsin found herself running that road straight to Tephra.

    The wall of shadows that surrounded Tephra’s border should have made her hesitate. It should have created at least a flicker of fear somewhere in her mind, but instead it does the opposite. She knows who had created it, without even having to wonder. And so she rushes headlong through the darkened barrier, completely immersing herself into the world that had been plunged into darkness and smoke, and she feels her blood surge in her veins. The flashes of lightning and the lingering flickers of fire that had not been put out by the rain that plummeted to the earth was the only light to be found, and it only added to the pandemonium. It was difficult to see, but she could hear them; she could hear their chaotic thoughts as she rushed past everything and everyone, but there are only two familiar streams of thought that almost make her falter. Kensa and Litotes, fighting with…Dawn? Almost immediately, she is warring with herself, so desperately wanting to stop. But her indecision lasts only a split second, even though she whispers a frustrated curse under her breath. They would be fine. They had to be fine, because she had to find Ophanim.

    She finds him so much faster than she had expected.

    Instinctively, she is drawn to where the dragons are fighting, and she recognizes one of them as Castile. For the first time, this is when she slows, coming to a jarring halt. In the abyss of this darkness, Ophanim glows like the actual angel he was; beautiful and bright, with fire expelling from his mouth at Mary – which secretly pleases her, but she is too distracted to dwell on it. Sinner is there too, landing bites into his skin, and this is when her temper begins to flare. But she is still so far away. Far enough that she has time to slide to a stop again after she had just begun to run, when the diamond-armored dragon is suddenly hurled into her angel boy, and far enough away that she can do absolutely nothing when she sinks her jaws into his wing and punctures a talon into his throat.

    She should have felt anguish. She should have been stricken into shock. But she has been stock-piling her fury over the last several months; everything, absolutely everything that she had been warring with culminates in this moment. The frustrating situation with the East and Sylva (and running past Kensa, Litotes, and Dawn had only stirred everything to the surface – and then watching Mary and Sinner attack Ophanim, which she can promise would be dealt with later), Ophanim’s infidelities, whatever the fuck had happened with Vadar, Malone nearly dying, and now this.

    She has been furious before, but she has never been this. She has never felt such a ferocity take hold of her, where all other thoughts have completely fled. Her blood runs cold as she surges forward, her dark blue eyes locked onto Sinner, Mary, and the nameless white dragon that was moving to go after Ophanim’s retreating form.

    Something inside of her snaps – either into place, or out of it.
    She doesn’t realize she detonates the charred remains of trees as she hurtles by.

    They spontaneously burst as the star-studded mare flies past them and then the two Sylvan leaders, deciding that right now they are not worth her time. Her sights are on the white dragon, and even though her instincts are screaming at her to stop, the sight of Ophanim’s wing in the dragon’s jaws and his blood being spilled across his throat overrides everything in her.

    She doesn’t stop even once she is close enough to make out every scale that glittered on her body. She doesn’t stop even when she can smell the smoke and dragon-fire that seemed to cling to her.

    And she doesn’t stop when her own body – so small in comparison – collides with the hindquarters of the dragon. The reaction that is causes is the only thing that snaps her out of her blinded rage. She doesn’t know what causes it, and she cannot make sense of the way the dragon viciously splinters apart and explodes upon contact. The force of the collision and the resulting blast knocks her back, the residual dragon-fire singing her face and her chest. She hits the ground with a gasp, her blue eyes bright with shock and alarm, but her mind was dazed from the blast and how hard she hit.

    Blinking blearily through the confusion, she makes out Ophanim’s glowing form collapsing behind a tree. She scrambles upwards, ignoring the way her face stung from where she had been burnt, and this time nothing is in the way of her getting to his side. “Ophanim,” she gasps his name, forcing the emotional panic that she could feel rising in her throat as she immediately lowers her head to embrace him. Her lips press worriedly to his forehead,  not caring that he is covered in blood and mud as she caresses every inch she can find that isn’t injured. She finally allows herself to look back to his mangled wing, and to where blood spilled and dried along his throat, and this time instead of anger, she only feels a crushing sorrow. “Your wing….and your throat. We need to get you home,” She struggles to keep the calm in her voice, as the sounds of the war continued to rage, and she presses another kiss to his forehead. This should have been her element. Any other time, she would have delighted in watching Tephra burn to the ground, and perhaps once Ophanim was home safe, and they had Malone, Alita, and even Meraxes with them, then maybe she would be satisfied with what has transpired. But there was nothing, not even the war she had been craving, that meant more than him.

    starsin

    it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
    ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )



    Tldr;
    * Starsin noticed Kenslie fighting with Dawn when she first enters but she can’t stop because she’s here to find Ophie
    * She sees Mary, Sinner, and Casimira fighting with Ophie and her new trait of shattering is triggered because she’s beyond pissed (approved by officers, and already posted at the mountain). She explodes some trees but doesn’t realize she’s the one causing it.
    * Realizes Casimira is going after Ophie again, so she collides with her and makes Casi explode. Casi is my character, and she has serial immortality, so it’s fine Big Grin don’t tell Insane.

    @[Ophanim]
    #30
    Chaos.
    His mind is full of it.

    Hate, satisfaction, frustration and the pain broken bodies. There are too many feelings and thoughts roaring in his young mind for the whelp to isolate his own. But he does not try. Awestruck, he watches as the thoughts of attackers and defenders alike as they crash through his mind, observing each unique signature their subconsciouses impress on his own.

    Obsidian and glowing red the wolf is perfectly camouflaged to his home. The fiery wings above his brindle back ignite involuntarily as a wave of heat passes over him, but for once they do not make him stand out more. 

    Then they begin to die. Perfectly impartial he feels them slip away, curiously observing they way their minds flicker before they disappear. But more minds come to fill the space the others left, and he has never felt his so exhilarated. 

    The wolf-boy doesn't flee, it is the only thought to never crosses his mind. With four paws firmly planted on the hot, black stone and his sleek head tilted skyward he watches. Ears pinned and hair bristling, he feels their thoughts and he remembers them.
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