How loud are the drums of war

Giselle Fantasia · 08-13-2011, 12:50 PM

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+5. I have zero angry/sad tables, and this is my darkest in color XD. Pixie will post first, and then anyone else is welcome! They have come from CD in the middle of the night to ask for help or support of any kind for the raid that is going on. They're right along the borders, backdated to the night of the 11th.
This thread shouldn't take very long.. so I'd like to ask for no more than 2 CdM members to join in this thread, please!

Time was slowly beginning to lose all its meaning. It was running out... they're wasn't enough of it. And each fleeting moment could have been someone's last.

Giselle's long hair flew behind her as the horse she rode on galloped into the deep forests and open plains. Her arms were wrapped around the horse's owner, Pixie, whom she had only met that very night. And yet, to the dark haired woman it felt like forever, as she kept her face pressed against her back; not only holding on for dear life, but a part of her believed that if she let go, another Dreamer would be lost. The raid had sprung up on all of them, and startled Giselle awake from where she lay on her desk, book beside her. She heard crashes and movement, and howls of warning. It broke her heart to hear of the terrible news. There would be war.

The young woman hated war - though she had only read about it. This was real, and it was unlike anything she could have imagined. In the middle of the night they came, AniWayans they were called, like the pair that had arrived seeking sanctuary from said place. Now it seemed the savages wanted to take the small family back, and by force. It surprised many of her packmates that the event ever happened, and Giselle thought they were a lovely family from what the damsel could gather. Why did they want them back so badly? Had they done something wrong? Why did they have to come into their home, and hurt several Dreamers to get to them?

None of it made sense to the ivory girl, and for several reasons the sting of tears dampened her eyes, but the biting wind and the chilly evening drove them away. She was no fighter, and for that reason she searched desperately for someone to go with her to seek help. With only hope to cling to, Giselle dressed in her blue gown and grabbed Tux and only a few spare things, and they rode off to find their glimmer of hope, to the north. A part of her heart longed to be back, though, wishing she could help her packmates which she grew to love each day. But she was no fighter, and did the only thing a damsel in distress could.

Giselle could feel her heartbeat in her own throat, and the cold bit into her fur as the horse trotted on. The moon was high, and enchanting, but on a night like this it only felt like an eye of the gods watching down, unable to do anything but provide a single beam of light into the darkness. 'Elle wished daylight would come sooner, as if a new day would make this entire thing disappear. She hardly felt the horse slow its pace, where its owner knew the location of the neighboring pack, Cour des Miracles.

As Magic came to a full stop, snorting heavily from the exertion, Giselle loosened her grip on the woman in front of her. Lifting her face and body up, she straightened up and wiped her cheeks with the back of her palm. "I-is this the place?" She asked with a shaky voice, swinging her legs around to dismount. She slid off of the horse's back, though with some trouble, and she stumbled forward upon hitting the earth. Wide, frightened eyes looked around for any signs of life, but all Giselle could hear were the creepy sounds of predators in the night. Lifting her muzzle into the air, she poured her grief and her heart out in a long howl, hoping someone - anyone - would answer their plea.

Pixie Frost · 08-18-2011, 01:33 AM

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Sorry for delaying on this >-< But anyone who wants to join this thread may join now! Word Count: 526

She had entered the fight to defend Crimson Dreams from the raiders at first, but had quickly realized that with her lack of battle training would cost her; the most fighting she had ever done in her life was one-on-one skirmishes with other starving loners over scraps of food. And having a horse didn’t make things much better, as Magic was just as unprepared for the chaos of battle as she was. At one point Savina had told her to ride back to the manor and warn everyone there what was going on. She also suggested going to the nearby packs to call for reinforcements. Pixie had gladly taken up the offer, wanting to be useful without causing any more harm to herself or the rest of her pack.

A few moments later, and she was on her way to Cour des Miracles, the girl named Giselle coming along for the ride. Pixie appreciated the ivory-furred girl for volunteering to accompany her on this journey, but was a little concerned with the fact that Giselle seemed beside herself with the thought of the AniWayans attacking their pack. It was to be expected, of course—Giselle seemed about as soft and sweet as the honey and those weird puffy things called “marshmallows” that the bear with the red shirt ate in a book Pixie had read—but all the same, neither of them were particularly suited to try recruiting a neighboring pack onto their side at the moment. She also wasn’t fond of the stoat that Giselle had brought along with her. In Pixie’s opinion, a stoat was a meal, not a pet.

On the way there, she tried to think of things she would do if she managed to make it through this night alive and Crimson Dreams didn’t lose anyone or anything to the raiders. She’d get over her aversion to swords and weaponry in general and learn how to fight; maybe the next time she was in battle, she wouldn’t be as heavily equipped as Jazper, but she figured at least one dagger would do. She couldn’t fight with a hoof-pick forever. And she would train Magic to be used in battle. That training wouldn’t come from anyone in Crimson Dreams that she knew of, but perhaps someone in Cercatori or any of the other packs could help. If everyone made it out okay, that is.

She only knew where the pack was because Mars had lived there, ages ago. Back when she first met the tricolored hybrid, he had been wandering from the hills to the north of Crimson Dreams territory. So that was where she directed her steed, keeping close to the coast as well, and luckily that simple strategy worked. They arrived at the southern border of what she presumed to be Cour des Miracles, and she slowed her horse to a stop.

“This should be it,” she answered the other girl, sounding more confident than she actually felt. Dismounting the horse, she joined Giselle in howling to the wide expanse of territory that lay before them, hoping that someone—someone willing to help—would hear their call and approach them.

Amaranth Catori · 08-18-2011, 05:10 PM

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OOC Amaranth to come to aid Smile

The land of the court was full of things and Amaranth had found herself bored of them. Her mind was not eased by the return of her brother for her half brother had left the lands leaving another hole in the court. today however she would find something to do. Long dark red hair pulled back, and a light weight outfit on she headed for the borders.

She found that the only thing she wanted to do was to protect the land she called home and she could only do that if she was on the border. Not many would think to intrude to far for the pack was riddled with mutts. Leaping out of her perch she smiled picking up her bow staff from against the tree. She listened to the nights sounds and smiled she loved the crisp night time air.

Red ears swiveled as a sound unfamiliar called out. Brown paws hit the earth as she began to run the sound seemed so distant yet it was so close. Amaranth slowed as she neared the sound what would someone want at this time of the night. Lilac eyes set on two women? wait two women and a horse? The smell was that of another pack. Slowly the young woman moved closer her bow staff in one hand and the other free. "You have landed yourself at the borders of Cour des Miracles. My name is Amaranth Catori. she spoke. Her mind on why two women would be here. What can we of the court do for you?" amaranth asked, she hoped they were not looking for her father because she was not sure of where he would be right now. After all her mother was carrying his young again.

Giselle Fantasia · 09-10-2011, 11:26 AM

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WC: 333. Omg, I'm so sorry you two! You could have continued on without me, seeing as I let this thread slip :d

Her howl was heart-wrenching as it took to the air, and even as it died down, Giselle still called out. "H-hello? Anyone? Oh, help us, please!" Small hands were cupped around her mouth as 'Elle cried out, feeling tears threaten again on the corners of her eyes. The slightest glint of the moon in the sky would betray the water that pooled in her eyes and nearly burst from their containment. As if they had been heard, a red blur came running towards them, and Giselle ushered a small gasp and took a step back, surprised. When the blur stopped, the ivory princess blinked and a stray tear rolled down her face, but was delighted all the same to see a member of the Court.

Despite everything that was going on - the war, the chill in the air, the scent of fear and blood that Pixie and she had run away from - Giselle smiled and curtsied. Then she clasped her hands together and brought them to her chest, as if thanking the gods for the woman's arrival. "Oh, thank you," she muttered under her breath. Wiping the single tear away, she looked from Amaranth to Pixie, and hadn't noticed until now that the other Dreamer girl stood next to her. Her heart still raced as it had upon their journey there.

'Elle cleared her throat, fighting back tears. "I-I'm Giselle, and this is Pixie," she stated, flushing with embarrassment to introduce the female next to her. But tonight, of all nights, formality had been ripped away and tossed over the mountains, like the setting sun. "We're very sorry to call upon you like this, Amaranth... but.. Crimson Dreams, our home, it's... it's under...." With every word, the young woman's words were quieter, until she could not finish her sentence. Tears began to flow freely, then, as they had upon their ride there. Giselle's hands were brought to her face and covered her eyes, feeling the fur on her fingers dampen quickly.

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