OR ONE DAY YOU'LL GET OLDER AND REGRET IT ALL CAUSE YOU CAN'T PROVIDE.
YOUR FRIENDS ARE LOW-LIVES DON'T ACT SURPRISED.
LOOK, JUST CUT THE BAD FRUIT OFF OF THE TREE,
MAKE THE SACRIFICE.
He's rounded them up, shouts of encouragement driving them to follow. Sleek promises of a kingdom unprotected, of passable barriers, of an easy take over. And now he is leading them. The once king of heavens gates. Centuries older than most. Resurrected to do his part in the war. His short time on top, in the land of the living and Eight's magic have rebuilt his muscles thickly and a golden stallion of stocky build leads the group, bone wings resting at his sides calmly. He leads them in silence, sneaking them through the twisting trees avoiding pathways to stay undetected.
Is only when they reach a break in the woods that he stops, staring at the the towering pines that filled the valleys border. The scent of the ocean and pines hung heavily in the air as he turns back to look at them. "Are you ready?" His voice is barely a whisper, loud enough to be heard and he feels the glowing infinity sign Eight had masked for him to prevent being detected pulse gently in his flesh. Turning back to face the border he counts quietly. "1..." Silence. "2..." Silence. "Charge!" He is running then, legs churning as his ears pin flat against his head, hooves digging sharply into the soft earth. It takes only minutes, but he soon reaches the border, a battle cry escaping his throat and slipping through his parted lips.
Soon though the group following would realize that it wasn't intended for them, but rather those on the Chambers side hiding within the trees. It is then he hears the quiet gutteral growls and sees their eyes a short distance away.
The wolves were coming out to play and as he continues to run he passes through two of the pack, their pelts a dark silky gray. He catches the eye of the larger one to his right and that is when he yells once more. "Kill them!" His command is to the wolves, and he knows they will listen. His heart is racing with excitement. This was the most fun he'd had in decades, his sacrifice to Eight had definitely been made worth it.
Quickly the wolves begin to emerge, their sleek bodies racing through the trees towards the group and he slides to a stop, turning to watch the chaos that would surely soon follow. He takes a deep breath once more releases one final battle cry to the chamberlings and dwellers of the valley before running back towards the group and turning towards the one closest to him. He is moving quickly, legs churning beneath him until finally he is close enough and then he leans back on his haunches his front legs lifting into a rear before striking out with his left leg, trying to meet their fleshy shoulder with a sharp hoof. It is only when he lands once more, all four feet on the ground that he turns, neck snaking out as he bares his teeth. He snaps then, trying to make contact with the flesh behind their shoulder hoping take a nice chuck out of the vulnerable flesh before darting back quickly and to the left, trying to position himself once more for another attack.
Once a traitor. Always a traitor.
Isn't that how the saying goes?
Zuclopenthixol.
Ooc:
1. feel free to join in. Because omg the dramz.
2. feel free to write all about how your pony came across Zuclopenthixol and came to join the group. Write his speech of convincing them to join, write about your pony lying in wait for the approaching gates ponies, etc. Write about whatever you want. These are just ideas to help muse and start your post and permission to use him in your post about joining him and following him into the trap.
What's happening:
(I'm leading my ancient pony against my other ancient ponies kingdom. Lawd.)
Zuclo has gathered a group of gates ponies to lead them to the valley to try and cause chaos.
His traitor like mind can not be detected (even by magic) as he is protected by eight's own magic.
His infinity sign on his chest can't be seen by anyone, Eight cloaked it.
He leads the Gate sided pony's towards the Valley and starts them off by charging at the Valley.
Zuclopenthixol lets out a warcry, but it is unknowingly not for the Gates ponies, it is to alert the chamberlings and valley dwellers he has brought the fight to them.
The wolves are sent out to attack the approaching crowd.
Wolves are reinforced with steel and quick healing (By Eight).
Barrier is only here to protect the valley from destruction and protect the spirit and revive dead/dying wolves. (i assume if killed they'd stay dead for a few hours? maybe days? I mean play it how you want. :|)
Zuclopenthixol turns around and reveals himself a traitor and attacks the closest pony to him.