She is tentative to answer but, soon decides if her children called Beqanna home it was best allow them to continue to live in the distinctly beautiful place they called home. Thoughts flare through her mind, few voices remain blurring the dark girls focus. A white blurred creature comes into view, striding forwards a few paces until her vision clears.
Becca found the creature small, and quite awkward looking. It's curled porcelain oily coat, stood out in the bland familiar surrounding of Beqanna. The place felt so familiar yet, so off to the golden maned mare causing her to become side tracked for brief moments. Great, just perfect another crazed side-effect to be added onto the list.
The petite creature, wrinkled it's nose as it's crimson red eyes seemed to seek her soul. Staring into the depths of her, mind the creature seemed to wander about her mind. The lamb strides forward, almost stiffly causing the mare to become ever so tense with the slightest bit of movement. Her light blue iris's focus upon flattened objects upon the rocky hard terrain. Their color is bland dark grey quite like the rest of her surroundings yet, small symbols seemed to be engraved upon each. Inscriptions of some sort of language, so very familiar to the dark chocolate women yet so foreign to the eye.
She finds these symbols to be perplexing, the seem to hail the word important. Something strange about the symbols brings her to suspect, they're sealing something. Or perhaps someone? Her lobes swivel as the lamb, seems to press it's hoof gently down and, like that it's shattered to pieces. Like a broken glass, it seemed merely impossible to piece the thing together. All pieces scattered about hidden to the eye, seemed to be lost forever. At a moment of instinct Becca immediately knows that she must have a piece of they seal, that she must find all the pieces of that seal but, she knew all too well she would be looking for forever. It was best to just grab ahold of one.
All at once, it is utterly silence. For once, the mare finds herself not alone. Multiple equine line around her, their nostrils flaring and ears swiveling in confusion towards the lamb of sevens. The girl could hear her heartbeat within her ears. It was quiet. Utterly too quiet.
Suddenly, a flash of light emerged. Another slashed a clean white line of light across the base of a large tree behind the petite creature. The gurgle and echo of a faint maniacal laughter is followed. Becca searches for the acute lamb, but finds the creature had once again disappeared.
A stallion emerges from the streak of light, like an entrance it allows multiple creatures to follow in his wrath. His glowing yellow eyes meet with hers, as she eyes him up and down. His skin seems to be peeling off his body in flaps, that sway with the wind, small little frays of skin hang off his hocks filtering up and down his hind. Spikes align his flank in a rather fierce manner, as some of the frays begin to peel off his decaying body.
The faint call of a name, conquest lingers within the air. Some of the equine behind her, begin to pick sides. Your either on Conquest's side, to bring the end or not. He charges out at few equine that were late to choose, and she finds that everyone he has touched or made contact with him is either in searing or burning pain.
Her body becomes tense, as her hocks are gently brushed by the swaying vegetation. Causing the girl to scoot forwards a few paces. The dark chocolate women allows a deep exhale to be released, as the foul aroma of death lingers with every inhale she intakes. Her muscles quiver, hesitant to take a step, to even stand out the slightest bit. She was nothing compared to Conquest, a petite mare with no abilities but a big heart. And that was all she could offer to the fight.
Multiple mutated creatures hoarded behind the ghastly being. Some were quite familiar but, deeply misshaped a lupine with spines sprouting from it's back. A bear with deformed armor like skin wrapped around tightly, long claws branched out from each paw so long it would seem the bear-like creature could hardly walk about. But strangely no matter how defected these creatures were, there were swift as a bullet and not hesitant to leap upon an equine and force the poor victim to it's knees. It seemed these creatures lived on the pleasure to fuel their blood-thirst.
"The Seall." The two words, are loud and echoing about. Conquest hisses the words once more, as if a demand. Surely she will not follow. Becca stands still, her golden mane fluttering about as she stared at Conquest quietly. His yellow florescent glowed eyes, met with hers and he charged forwards full force, his dead almost rotting flesh of muscle propelled him forwards with great speed. Gaining, and gaining more speed until he was barely three horse lengths away from her. Frays of skin, peeled further off Conquest, making the girl feel queasy and uneasy about the situation.
His toxic odor, overwhelmed her nostrils causing her to mentally gag, in effect to the odor of decay and death that followed with his close presence. Her ears pinned as he spoke, his words dipped in almost a reveled poison,"Hmmm... Now, what to do with you..." His words trail off into a hiss of steam flowing out of his lips. He circled her quietly, surveying her build, and gently tapping her upon the withers.
Her body felt pain, mainly directed in her abdomen causing her to clench her jaw, grinding her teeth together as it came in waves. Her hind legs kicks at her barrel in discomfort and pain, and all at once she had only one instinct to lye down and roll, to stop the searing pain within her barrel. "F-fuck..." She closed her eyes grabbing ahold of her pain and directing it in anger, "You asshole." She speaks through struggled breathes of pain. Her body clenches as she flings her hind end into his chest, his body seems to ripple slightly causing Conquest to stagger backwards.
The ghastly stallion lets out a sickening cackle, as the girl tries to stride away pain engulfing her mind as she staggers forwards. Her hind continuously kicking at her belly as she walked awkwardly. Conquest had seemed to lose his focus and run off to attack another with an illness.
If he wanted all the pieces of the seal, it would be hard to have it all if he were to be missing one piece. Her muzzle brushing the ground she searched for a small shattered piece of the seal. Her velvet muzzle brushes against a sharp piece of rock, a slim engraved line cracked along it's frail rigged edges. Gently plucking it up in her mouth, she continued to stride forwards, pain surging through in waves out to ever limb of her body.
becca
OCC: So pretty much Becca sided against Conquest but, is sort on the fence with her decision. She was touched by conquest and got Colic, and grabbed ahold of a piece of the seal.
You may use her if you wish, but no excessive injuries please!
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