All that it seems~

Kunami tried to turn her head to see Apache, but a sharp stinging came from her neck and shoulder. It was numb, but she could tell it was a deep and burnt cut. She walked slowly after Apache and stood next to him. her black eyes stung, but she forced them to stay open. The tears ran down her face, only to mingle with the blood dripping painfully out of her nose. She looked up at the fiesty mare and her teeth showed in a snarl. She reared, her legs only just supporting her and she fought alongside the two stallions. Her remaining strength built up inside her, letting out her personality. Fiesty.

Sprinkles nickered back softly, trying to urge her to her feet once more. He glanced back as the girl whined and whinnied at her, hoping it would calm her down before turning back to Riff. "C'mon Riff. We've got to get up and out of the way..."

(WARNING: Weak gore/horror. )


Skeir’s mind came to, instinct to fight back as he realized she was gaining on him and turned to lay waste to her. Only moments after; he saw the look in Azrix’s eyes, the disbelief in them. Slow motion set in, adrenaline letting his mind move faster than it ever had before… but she was faster.
In an instant her teeth connected with the side of his face, burning legs wrapped about his chest. She force his head up and leaned on him, driving his hind legs into the mud with her bulk composed of dead flesh and bone until she had her mouth around his lower jaw. Gripping with her teeth and pushing him down. Pulling with her forelegs and gliding her torso along his chest until a sickening crunch made her ears perk and she nickered in delight, dropping his limp body on the ground to perform her soul eating ritual prancing around it like she were playing. Then paused, balanced delicately on her left fore and right hind to look at Apache and Kunami curiously, sizing them up with the eyes she did not possess, tilting her head as if to think accompanied by a cute squeak. Then her mouth slowly dropped open; her bone muzzle pointed at him, low growling emanating from what little neck she seemed to have left. Up close one could see her topline, skin seemed to dangle around her spine and ribcage, her lower legs bared to the bones from being used, her head was nothing but a skull with nicks and scratches in it, tail missing patches of fur and one side of her haunch completely gone. While she stood the mud bubbled and steamed around her legs, the burns on Skeirs body clearly visible. The undead horse had made up her mind and had no fears whilst immune to pain.

Azrix had had enough, he was getting to that temple and roared to the others to get their attention before he left them. He refused to take Skeir’s side in the mud and become one of her minions. The forest of the dead used to be a haven before she had come, and perhaps he would be able to tell them her background if they lived long enough. Right then, however, he would not wait, and took off at a gallop while she was preoccupied with her new corps.

( ooc: The nonchalant character control is starting to be of a hindrance to my RPing. Can ya not do that? Skeir knew where he was going: To a large body of water that she couldn’t boil him in so she would be away from them and he could live. -issue is, she’s faster than him and would have killed him anyway; guess this was just more interesting- But the last thing he would have done is turned around to fight her for any reason. I’m perfectly fine with taking hints to do something, but outright taking control and making my characters do things doesn’t fly with me for very long, especially when it’s out of their personality because then I can’t explain it at all. That’d be like me going: Azrix looked over to see Sprinkles indignantly itching his butt, pulling out fur and drooling. He had been doing this for about an hour. <~~ I don’t think he would do that, nor would Req appreciate it. Though it would be kinda funny… Poor Sprinkles. XD
Trying to make a decent villain to work with so the RP has somewhat of a plot.)

(... Umm.. I did not get a word of that! XD)

Kunami paused as the mare turned away from fighting her and she looked around at Apache. She sighed when she saw he was ok, but when her gaze fell upon Skeir, she could not breathe. She neighed loudly and rushed over to the mare, her sore legs pushing herself along. She kicked the mare in the nose, lifting her muzzle from Skeir. She couldn't tell if he was alive or... She didn't finish the sentence.

The mare stood protectivly over the motionless horse and bared her teeth at the fire. She wouldn't last long, but she wanted to die beside someone at least. And die fighting. With her black tipped ears back in her mane that billowed out behind her neck and her tail raised proudly, she carried her head proudly as she faced the Fire-Demon.

Apache stood still, his hooves pulled down into the mud like one hundred weights were ties upon them. This time, he did not try to move. He just merely stared at the red mare with discust. Kunami, attempting to fight her one more, lead the mare away from Apache, and he stumbled over towards Skeir. Apache's gentle eyes hollowed with grief and as his body trembled at the sight of Skeir, he slowely dropped to his knees and nuzzled the limp body.
After a minute, Apache reluctantly rose and, bowing his head to Skeir, span round to face Kunami. "Kunami come on, she's too strong for us, we could never win." He trembled, and with that, turning on his heels he trotted slowely off with his head down and his eyes glazed still with grief, waiting for Kunami to come catch up.

[ooc: poor skeir D: *eats fire-horse*]

( ooc: I don't care so much about power play with the villain thing so long as she's not killed and we have something to go off, unless you guys agree on a better polt you want to follow through with. XD The last post was just to get the point across that I don't prefer it when actions happen in other posts that I hadn't pointed out in my own post beforehand. :B *kicks Azrix in teh bum* I might end up doing him in too.. this always happens when I haz troubles finding teh right char to play.... it's like diging through a box of Legos! D8 )

Sprinkles stared at Skeir, then down to Riff with sorrow. Backing away, he nickered and turned to gather his little one, easing her simpering with a nuzzle as he put her on his back once more. He turned to look after Azrix, then called to Kunami and Apache. "We should follow Azrix. If we stay behind, we may be the next ones to go." He looked to them with empathy. "And burning to death does not sound like a very nice way to die..."

Spoiler:

( Oh! This is ironic after my last post… but it popped into my head so the mare would be more versatile. That brings to mind she’s not a personal character -I just made her up to try and make the “plot” a little steeper- so she’s a free for all to anyone that needs her to do something heinous (battles, attack something, ect ). The only thing I don’t suggest is having her attack someone and leaving them no way to dodge. Maybe you guys can come up with an idea to beat her; though no one can touch her, the evil thing. ><
Just remember that if you have her attack another person it’s best to lave them a little time to decide if they want to dodge, die, or take a blow.
To make her easier to mess with here's a recap of what I came up with:
She's undead
Prone to being angry ( OMG suprise?!) indecisive and twichy
The flaming mane thing,
Lights stuff on fire
Immune to pain
Burns on contact
Bare bone skull, lower legs, partially bare neck... <~ trying to make her look evil. :B but eh, add stuff as you four see fit when you take control of her. We'll figure out how to get rid of her in some interesting way... I do know one of her weaknesses is water but only in large amounts since she’s on fire and would steam it off before being put out. It makes me thing character tag. XD Oh, unruly miracles are pretty funny though… like sporadic tree falling! How will we get everyone out alive anyway? Oo; *shuts up before I drive everyone even more insane* ^^

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Azrix slid and stumbled to a stop tossing his head back and sidestepping, leaning to and fro, physically leaning toward his options.
Risk death and go back?
Keep running and leave them to die?
He closed his eyes and laid back his ears, squeaking a nicker in udder confusion. The fresh snow was falling all around him now as Kunami had predicted, it was weighing thick on some of the trees already and he wondered if the snow would stop the fire, or if the ocean winds would turn?
The brown stallion leaned again, this time taking off back toward the others, perhaps he could be of use, somehow… When he would get there again he wasn’t sure.

[ooc: I wouldnt think so Arekisu We're all moving off so we could meet you..]

[ooc: xD i think we've seen the worst in this RP haha]

Apaches long legs kicked up the dirt as he reluctantly followed the group of horses. From around the corner suddenly screeched Azrix, and with a suprise Apache jumped back and stopped still. He glanced back and wondered if Azrix was going to help Riff, or was going to see Skeir for the last time. Apache went to ask him, but nothing but a small squeak came out and a worried, terrified expression hid Apache's face. He stared at Azrix, trying to work out what he was thinking, but failed, as his blank expression wouldnt give anything away. Apache didnt know whether to carry on, or stay to wait for Azrix to move.

Kunami looked sadly at the lifeless body and nudged his stomach tenderly, one last hope. She turned to Apache and lowered her head, her own eyes full of torture and sorrow, wlthough when she turned back they burned in anger and loathing of the mare. She snorted softly, barely audible and turned to Apache.
"Many die, many live. Many breathe many don't. Many lie, many tell the truth, but only few live life. Everyone here lives life to the full, and everyone fights for it...." She paused slightly, taking a deep, shuddering breath. She shook her head to clear the blood from her nose and the smoke from her eyes as she continued to walk away. "But not many love life for what it is. Not many care for it, treasure it, or keep it as a prized posession."

With golden ears tipped towards the stallion next to her her black eyes dartted around nervously. With her head still held high, she winced with every small step she took. The blood dripped slowly, drop by drop, down her legs and tail. Her burns burnt red raw and she felt like screaming, but she just gritted her teeth, just to walk away from the horror of the last hour. The white snowflakes she fore-told fell silently on her back and on the ground next to her, soothing her cute and burns.

(ooc: I'm sick. So if this doesn't make sense, sue Eclips, not me. )

Sprinkles turned to look at the group, ears flopping against his head. He wanted to help, but he couldn't risk the little one on his back...and truth be told, he couldn't fight either. He was a grand dressage horse, not a war horse of the old. Not a wild stallion like these ones here. So he stood and he kept watch.

( ooc: oh! /oh!/ OH! I see how you iz! XD Blame the OTHER sick person! You sick person hugger! Spreading your contamination on meh! SO EVIL. *sniffs* )

Azrix was no hero, far from it, and he certainly wasn’t going to leap into the middle of things; instead he stood there dumbfounded for a moment until he caught Apache looking at him, then his gaze drifted to Riff, he could at least help her if he could find a plant to numb her wounds. So he preoccupied himself with hurriedly rushing about looking for the shrub while the fuzzy doom was distracted and not making a torch out of his tail.

[ooc: rofl you two xDD]

Apache shook his head gently and walked over to Sprinkles. He could see the disapointment in his fine built face that he coulnt help in any way. Apache then tossed his head again and trotted over to Riff, nudged her and stood beside her, giving her some support as she wobbled on her unsteady legs.

Kunami flicked her black eyes over to Apache and Riff and picked up her pace. She stopped on the other side of the mare, helping her to stand on her un-supportive legs. The golden mare looked straight ahead, avoiding any eye contact with anyone.