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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 24, 2006 10:21:49 GMT -5
Spirit three beated to Delilah's side.M'Love, I really don't want you to take that risk.Alas, I cann ot force you to stay.Please be careful.pleading lyrics rumbled.
Spirit turned his cranium to face the lights.Our plan has indeed been decided.We shall wait here until whatecer fae, probably Delilah, returns.If she does not, we shall attack the darks. Sound good?
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Post by theft on Sept 24, 2006 10:37:08 GMT -5
Guila added one more cordial, but inteligent note for the Lights to keep in mind: "Not, whatever Fae, chevaux, but our Queen Delilah must return. For think of this, if any fae was to return how would we know she was not a spy of somesort trying to lead us into defeat? Keep that in mind."
Then she turned to Delilah, who she highly respected as her Queen by now, "Be swift and of stealth, Queen, we cannot afford your loss."
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Post by U.nsung H.ero™ on Sept 24, 2006 10:40:08 GMT -5
Spirit nodded his dial at Guila's lyrics. All that kept racing through Spirit's mind is if he would ever see his Queen again.
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Post by B.oya on Sept 24, 2006 15:31:29 GMT -5
StormTrooper
He nodded, agreeing with everyone at once. He wasn't sure wether t'was the safest to send the queen to the dark lands, but, what could they do? Thinking of which faens would be eligible, even though it didn't matter, his thoughts turned to Precocious. He wondered how she was doing at the moment. He hoped she was well. Taking his mind off of his daughter, he looked at the other equines, blinking. He neither, really liked, nor disliked, the kings decisions, yet he said nothing and stayed attentive. Although he disliked the kings commands, he followed them for it was his duty. He made notes in his mind on how the king was practically calling all the lights his, and how it was his army, even though it really wasn't. Oh well, his thoughts didn't matter to the others there it seemed. He paused his thoughts and waited with the others for Delilah to go on her mission.
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Post by theft on Sept 24, 2006 19:45:02 GMT -5
Guila bided her time, trying to get eye contact with each individual. It wasn't working exactly right, but she couldn't keep her gaze from Storm Trooper that moment. He looked mezmerized by something distant, his mind focused on something near. It seemed as though he understood what risks Guila was putting the Lights through. And she too, though she had yet to know it, agreed with him. Spirit was almost... untolerable. And it was obviouse now, I hope, that between the two they mainly agreed (silent as it was) that a new just and wise king would have to take over.
Her opticals shifted, finding a new target, and pinpointed Mystic Pride. She perked her ears and wided her nostrils, using body language to her advantage. He knew what she was "saying" and if he knew what was good for him he better react. The lassy provoced him to say something, anything.
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Post by mystic on Sept 25, 2006 2:56:03 GMT -5
Mystic shock his head. M'lady. Please. You are needed here. If something was to happen to you. What would we do. You are our Queen. I would do anything to help but I will not let you. Mystic lower'd his head. He should not have spook'n like that to his Queen.
Angle moved thur. My let me go. There be no one that no's me in darks. Pease M'lady you are needed here. If i do not come back you know. I will always stand by you m'lady. I Promise you. Just look after My little girl. Angle didnt give her time to stop her. Reared and raced out of the group. SHe stop'd and looked back at her little girl and Trooper. Than she was gone.
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Post by B.oya on Sept 25, 2006 9:06:29 GMT -5
StormTrooper
Catching himself from his thoughts, he swung his crown t'wards Angle, who he regarded looked back at him and Promise, then had thundered off. He frowned. That was quite sudden. All the more reason to automatically fear for her. He would run after her, but yet, he didn't know when he would catch up with her. Surely by the time he caught up, she would be in the dark lands, and because he remembered the darks from the last battle, or more of meeting, it was most likely that at least one of them remembered him too. That made it all the more wise to stay here, even though his thoughts still carried after her.
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Post by nochoice on Sept 25, 2006 14:38:07 GMT -5
This really was useless. The drake turned to face Guila, crania bobbed slightly in agreement at all that the essa was saying. Yet inside, he bronc seethed. How was it, that this stag had become king? The czar had no idea. The bronc sighed inwardly, missing Quest, though too young to properly remember the drake that had been the former king's father, and king before his time. Pity that Quest had not an heir, for surely then, the royalty would be far better spoken. Yet the bronc stayed voiceless, as, seemingly, everone had ignored his former words, so, seemingly, he was not needed here. Well, it seems as if you have everything worked out Guila, and I am sure that I shall meet you all once more. Yet for now, I depart. If you need me, you have only to find me. The tall, creme bronc turned slowly, after nodding to the equines in acknowledgement, and made his way away, steadily, always calm. If anyone was interested in what he thought, they should have listened the first time. [/center]
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Post by theft on Sept 26, 2006 7:39:18 GMT -5
(okaaaaaaay. that was weird. would it be considered cheating if Guila went after Spartan & stayed here as well? hm... well whatever. no offense Fluid)
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Post by [Masque];; on Sept 26, 2006 18:57:23 GMT -5
ooc[ Umm. So what is happning? Nothing is moveing.. flowing... going... lol]
Large Porcelin stallion looked at Spirit. He was, stupid. To put it bluntly. He was the end to all light horses. He would lead them into their doom. Thankfully we have Guila. The stallion thought, looking at the strong femmora. The carless snow fell over the land. Floating as normal. The large, slumbering trees all looked frozen in time, as if everything else was frozen too. Sending a spy is stupidity. he said, outloud by accident. He said nothing to correct it. She knows much of our plans. If they happen to capture her- They will torture our plans out. Trust worthy or not. Strong or not. Eventually, they will make her life so painfull she will have to say something. Tennor tones came to a halt. But, we should always try. Ending on a positive note he turned to Guila. We need plan B's. Stratigies. How should we come on to them? I was thinking some could go around the outskirts and enter from the western shores, and others can enter from eastern. It would be a hard hit, and surprising. But, we also must assume they assume something... makeing sense to himself, he looked to Guila. Hopeing she got what he meant.
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Post by theft on Sept 26, 2006 19:23:43 GMT -5
Guila didn't nod, she refused to nod. It would make her look like a lowlife who knew no better than to nod. Instead, she kept a quizzical gaze penatrating his occuli. Trying to figure how on earth they would rally enugh horses to make all 'round the outskirts of the Dark Terrain without being destroyed. Nonetheless something had to be done, or something would be done to us. Though a surrounding ambush was a good Idea, it would be better to not disperse. Turmoil began to pund on Guila's skull, and she could hear the rush of her own blood pounding in her tiara. The agony blinded her of the question, her train of consentration lost. Hopelessly, she droped her head with her shades dropped, opening them slowly to stare into the white abyss of frost benath her feat.
What the heck?
It was the cold, the numbing, bitter, north winds getting to her. Jeez, how could she let a silly winter get to her head? She nodded at Apallo, your call.
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Post by Delilah on Sept 26, 2006 19:53:58 GMT -5
She stopped before she turned to leave, the other fae had bolted past her. She sighed, so she wasn't going to go, but she would still help. Auds listened to what the brute had to say, he made sense it did seem abit wild to send a spy in, now that she thought about it. It had seemed like a good plan but now that the brute had torn it down she saw the flaws. Depthless orbs looked at the other equines that were there, none of them seemed to like Spirit that much but she wasn't going to address that matter. Kissers parted and her soft vocals tummbled out. i know this sounds stupid, but i am sorry that i haven't been much of a help in planning the attack, but Guila you have good ideas. she said giving the fae a grin, she then turned her dial to Apollo. and you, Apollo have good ideas too, and if you two work together you will come up with the plan to save us all. she said finshing her little speach, she felt abit foolish for saying all of that but she meant it, they were the brains of it, and she would help in anyway that she could.
{sorry about the wierd post!}
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Post by theft on Sept 26, 2006 20:03:22 GMT -5
(np, at least its not hyperfied like mine are brb. i feel crappy from a stitch of laughter & an unfinished post. O.o)
Guial summed up her thoughts to flash a pittiless, but cordial nonetheless, look back at Delilah.
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Post by [Masque];; on Sept 26, 2006 22:49:19 GMT -5
The first thing that ran though the stags head was how did she know my name? No one in these parts knows his name. No one except for himself, ofcourse. But how did she..? Peculiar. Had he met her somewhere off of the fields? Swearing, he had never seen her before, he shook the thought off. Nodding his head in acceptance to her contribution to the conversation. You volunteered yourself. Noble thing. Quickly he looked to Spirit. So, all mighty king, what should we do? You are the king and all. So lead us into victory. The stallion's eyes lit up as he mocked and taunted spirit. Apollo was almost daring him to try something.
The dark lands are vast... The surround attack probably wouldn't work. We'd be detected almost right away. his eyes then moved back to Spirit. Well..? Give us an idea. What would we do if you where to fall- our great mighty king? Speech stopped abruptly as he realized how rude he was being. Apollo was having fun, but also was making a fool of himself. For all he knew, he would be kicked out of this herd right then and there. Maybe the equine of this kingdom loved their king. Good on them, if they do.
Maybe we should go in as two different forces. One comes in from the side and distracts them all and the others come in from another angle. Then maybe we can corner them by the western seas. Apollo suggest on a more serious note.
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Post by nochoice on Sept 27, 2006 5:10:14 GMT -5
(okaaaaaaay. that was weird. would it be considered cheating if Guila went after Spartan & stayed here as well? hm... well whatever. no offense Fluid) | haha, yah, I was bored | [/center]
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