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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


    Interested in the Nerine Army?
    #1
    Isobell
    i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
    Her voice is low as she leans towards the pale mare. "City, my mother spoke highly of you. I would greatly appreciate your help in gathering an army." Her voice is sincere as she asks before looking over the reisdents of Nerine. Isobell turns and clears her throat before she speaks with the citizens.

    "Nerine needs an army. She needs the help of her residents in doing so. I want to open up trials for potential recruits. As of right now, I consider all of you diplomats of Nerine. We need to not worry about trivial things as in being 'friends' with everyone. We need to be protected, to feel safe and only we can do that." Isobell looks over the faces of the Nerinians to meet each of their gazes. "I fully intend to participate as well in these trials for we need all the participation we can muster." Isobell falls quiet once more as she looks to City for any addition of motivation. "Who is interested in building the greatest army that Nerine has ever seen?" Isobell asks with steely eyes and iron nerve, her voice is cool and smooth as she listens for responses from the residents.


    ((So! this is a quick, easy thread. Please reply if you should like to participate! I am hoping to have enough horses to participate in mocks, either stats or role playing, that is up to you all! Let me know so we can start setting up these mocks! I am looking to build the army first, and your horse can make rank based off the number of mocks you do.

    0 = untested
    1+(win or lose) = 3rd rank
    5+(wins) = 2nd rank
    10+(wins) = 1st rank
    15+(wins and a win against Isobell) = General

    Please bear with me guys. It's the holidays and all but post when you can!))
    #2
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    She was uncomfortable, but that didn't matter.

    Blackbird had joined the herd only days ago, and was already at a gathering. She stood slightly from the rest of the group, not yet used to being surrounded by other horses. Her previous horses had all been small and few, more rogue bands than true herds. The black mare, to be quite honest, felt very overwhelmed. There were so many sights, and so many sounds, and so much noise! For someone who had grown up near enough alone, it was hard to get used to.

    She could see the leader of the herd at the head of the gathering, speaking to another... was that a mare? From this distance, she couldn't quite tell. She seemed to be wrapping up their conversation, and the scaled mare turned to face the gathering of Nerine horses.

    The Arabian mare's sharp ears pricked up as the mare began to address them, easily hearing her voice despite the distance between them. An army? She'd thought that Nerine was a peaceful herd. But then again, every herd needed to be able to protect themselves. The small black mare listened to the rest of the leader's speech, musing to herself. When Isobell addressed the crowd, she took a deep breath, barrel trembling, and replied "I am." in her soft voice. She wasn't large, or strong, but she made up for it with her speed and agility.

    237@[Isobell]
    #3
    Lewana

    The nerinian feline had been awaiting to brush up on her skills lately, hunting the sea birds on the cliffs wasn't the best use of her skills. She wanted a true challenge, to taste the blood of equine on her whiskered lips, for her ivory fangs to dig into something other than revolting seabirds. 

    When the young queen calls upon them, the obsidian feline doesn't hesitate and embarks from her rather comfortable perch wedged between the sand rock cliffs she emerges, the elusive leoponess of Nerine. Padding through the sand soiled realm, she finds her way into a group of equine, emitting sweet purrs in her wake as she weaves through them in order to find an ideal spot to stand, and listen. Her contracted icey irises meet their gazes of curiosity that find her, it is not often that she shows up for kingdom affairs nor meetings unless there was something of her interest was involved.

    Yet here she stands, some would think she would prefer to follow the route of her mother, first queen of Nerine, a diplomat till her dethrone. No, she wanted to channel her primal instincts for indeed she s more wild cat than horse, a vast difference from both of her feline shifting parents, the lion and the leopard.

    So she stands, hackles raised in curiosity for a challenge, tail flicking wildly. "I'm up for it!"  She emits with a soft growl erupting from her chest as she steps forwards, verdant gaze dancing with wicked curiosity.

    Baby, this is not wonderland.



    Preferably Stat rolling mocks, but will role-play if necessary. Posted a request fro her stats! I'm so excited!
    #4
    Another meeting was called, and once again it was about the ranks wishing to join the army. Ardashir made his way to the meeting making sure his face was seen. He listened to the others as they spoke of their interest. He knew the familiar Isobell the young queen of the kingdom, there was another mare black and he did not recognise her scent. The white stallions ears twitched some at the thought of another interloper it seemed so many were just welcome into Nerine with open arms and no watch.

    His blue eyes looked to the other mare there and knew her as Lewana. They had not met formally but she was at enough of the same talks be remembered. Ard the turned his eyes back to Isobell and he answered her,

    ” I am more than interested. And, have tried to line up a mock with Starlin.”

    He stood then a moment just listening to area around them all.
    Ardashir
    The blue in an ocean of grey..
    You’ve mistaken the stars reflected on the surface of the lake at night for the heavens.




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