A strong sturdy horse was best for mountainous travel, one that would be able to carry you for long periods of times and still have the strength to climb perilous paths. That was the ideal horse for a long drawn out journey.
The one that Ash summoned was not muscular, nor did it have thick legs with wide hooves. She barely knew how to ride a horse, much less what one looked like. The only way she even accomplished one was the fact that Jaixe summoned hers for her the first time; As well she had the dataverse which was about the only thing she missed while in the Underverse.
The horse that was meant to be under the sex demon was a fine specimen indeed, but he was a lean creature. She was of course without much weight to add to its burden, but this horse was very clearly meant to be for speed. It should not surprise anyone that is what Ash wanted. It had a blueish grey coat, short hair. The bright pink leather saddle and reins made it stand out even more, and the dark purple blanket between its back and her saddle made her feel accomplished in remembering that. Not that the creature would care.
The morality mirrored humanoid kicked out the rest of the magic fire before turning to her horse and grabbed the horn of the saddle with one hand and placed her hand on the seat for stability. Next her foot, her booted foot, inserted into the metal hoop her feet were to set in, and with a single motion she leaped her small body up and over the seat. Her butt landed in the saddle and her other leg hung limply on the opposite side. The horse tensed up as if it would begin to move, but she gave it a commanding tug and waited for it to respond before putting her foot where it belonged.
Ash shifted her weight a bit more until she was comfortable, glanced back at the enriched fog that has consumed the land, and then pushed the creature forward with a soft kick to its sides. Through the gate, they went.
On the other side were lush green rolling hills, a forest in the near distance, and birds chirping away at the beautiful morning scene. She rolled her eyes at the serenity before getting her bearings. Now that she’s back in the verse, she had a sense of where she was in it. She could see the goliath floating island in the sunrise. Its jagged edges were familiar and pointed in directions one or another way. With just a few brief moment, she could calculate which pointed end directed her towards the gate to Nexus. After that it would be just a straight path to Coruscant.
Ash gave the horse another nudge with the back of her flat boots and headed in the corrected direction. The two of them lazily moved through the verse, the morning wind picking up and blowing her cloak about, the tails of her shirt. She almost looked majestic.
-
It was a couple of hours of travel before anything of interest happened. In the distance near the tree lines, she noticed something happening. A large fight. She could hear the clashing of swords and people yelling as men died. It was entertaining to watch for the long few minutes it took to cross this particularly large meadow.
It wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice cry out to unleash the creature onto ‘them’ that any of it meant anything to her.
Surely enough she heard the shadows cry out in war as the trees began to split apart and a massive figure broke the line. She watched as birds fluttered away from the tops of the flora in some means of escape. Now they had her interest. Ash turned the horse beneath her towards the screaming crowd and gave it a hard kick. It hesitated not wanting to leap into danger but obeyed as it was kicked once more.
Ryus was covered in sweat, his black clothing was suffocating him already, but now that he was being driven into the divine sun he wanted to give up and die. His pale skin did little to help with relief as the last bit of shadow passed over his face. The bright light blinded him but all around him he could hear his soldiers yelling and crying out in pleas. He felt his heart swallowed up by guilt and and distress. He wanted nothing but to secure a escape plan for them all that would also win them this fight, but he was barely conscious himself.
Vina, a slender and tall woman with even thinner and taller rabbit ears that still manage to stand tall above her head, walked backwards as she shot arrow after arrow back at the enemy. “Sir.” She demanded attention with a short response. “We need to fall back.”
“Yes..” He coughed, he pulled the reins of his horse to direct it to flee. He began to wave his men and women away from the intimidating creature that emerged from only Omni know where.
The rabbit-eared girl shot forth a few more arrows before screaming to her fellow warriors. “RETREAT!”
Among the group were mostly human bodies with animal additions, but also a few out of the ordinary races. At least those that would be allowed in Camelot’s sanctuary. Several members of the resistance were pinned to the ground by ugly human men who grinned in pleasure at their horror.
A pink haired girl with cat ears pulled back in an upset fashion cries out as one of the men pin her swords with his shield, whilst putting all his weight into it he forces a black metal blade through her ribcage. She cries out before blood erupts from her lungs and she chokes on his sword. Eventually, she stops fighting back and all of his weight comes down on her ribcage, crushing the corpse before throwing his head back and laughing at them.
Sierra, an elf that had seen this, releases another arrow from her elven bow. It soars through the air and lands in its intended target, the laughing man’s voice barks short before he also chokes on the shaft of a man-made weapon. Tears in her eyes, the blonde haired elf turns and runs away. “I’ll prey for you Kiko.”
Her small body bounces through the battlefield, dressed in a pure white floor length dress, gathering most of the skirt as she did. She jumped over two other fallen fighters, glancing back and forming a list of the dead or dying. The elf reaches Vina eventually, already counting twenty of their fallen to pray for, “Vina! Where do we go?”
A shorter male comes up behind her, buckler in his right, short sword in his left. A fox’s tail dropping behind him and his firey red hair sticking to his head with sweat and blood. “Yer, Majesty. They’ve released some foul being. Please, I can’t let you die to something so hideous. Let us get you a horse.”
“TODD!” Sierra cried out, absolutely insulted. “You think I would do the coward thing and run!?”
Vina grabbed the elf by her small and frail looking shoulders. She looked directly into the unnaturally blue colored eyes with stern and battle-hardened red eyes. “I do. And you will.” She said, picking up the smaller woman just like that and throwing her over the back or Ryus’ horse. “Human. Get her to safety. We will meet up with you again.” All while the elf kicked and screamed.
“What? You’ll die!” Ryus cried out, his voice pushing the tone between professional commander and concerned lover. He stared deeply into her determined face and realized in his own heart that it would have to be her. If they were going to survive this, something crazy had to happen. It broke his heart. Suddenly he didn’t think dying under the heat was so bad. “I lo-”
The sound of thunder erupting somewhere behind them broke all conversation. The struggling elf behind Ryu even stopped to look back at what was going on. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked back as the effects of some mage’s magic. A dozen people have just been shoved away from a point in the center of the fallen soldiers and freedom fighters was a cloaked figure with a hood over their head. What could be easily spotted was a bruised colored tail with a heart like point at the end. It swayed once and twice, and then the figure was gone.
“Who was that?” Vina asked, no one in particular.
The whining of a horse with a bright pink saddle as it lifted up on its hind legs broke their concentration. It pawed at the air, someone was trying to steal it in the middle of the confusion. If it were a normal beast, perhaps but this one had been summoned by a prime and it twisted in the air. The creature that was trying to mount the beast was a short man with a slight hunch to his back. He pulled and tugged, and begged the horse to follow his will, but pushed too hard and the front hooves came down on his head. Again and again until the hand fell away from the reins and the horse could jump away from the body to stand away from the fighting.
Meanwhile, the electricity needed for her next attack swelled in her hand. It could be heard chirping as she jumped from tree to tree like a ninja. Too fast for the eyes to see, to quick for general soldiers to follow, too excited to contain the grin that split her face in half. Hidden by the magic of invisibility Ash waits for the last few seconds to pass by.
When she appear in front of the massive giant figure lightning was dancing up her arm. The moment she felt the charge up complete she released her Chain Lightning. A streak of neon blue flashes straight for the biggest target, powerful electric magic courses through them, stiffening the giant’s body as it numbed him of all his senses. Then in another flash it snaps to the next body, metal attracting it as it passed from one knight to another, to another until six men in armor were statues.
Ash’s eyes were on the prize though, a little winded but she continued to driver herself forward, quick summoning the chainsword as she wall ran up the gut of this horrid boil covered half-naked giant. It exploded to life as she squeezed the arm and it began to roar. She dropped it low enough to drag along the belly of the grotesque creature she was climbing up on, which began to rip the guts open.
The brackish liquid exploded behind her into a high mud-colored wave. The skin breaks away soon after, barely able to contain the intestine of the creature before walls of guts tumble out of its oversized belly like a literal can of worms exploding from the pressurized container. Not really an image for the squeamish - several people were on the verge of vomiting.
Reaching the top of the creature, who was already dead and didn’t know it, she jumped and twisted in the air, holding onto Invictus firmly behind her as she spun. It caught the bulk of his neck and slid through it like butter. Another horrific spray of brownish black blood rained down on her as gravity pulled her down with it. The giant took a single step back before falling onto several trees, clearing itself a final resting place as she fell into the large organs. They broke her fall but acted much like a hybrid between slip-and-slide fun and the inflatable ramps that help evacuate an airplane. She bounced once before vanishing into the hot gore, the injured intestines covering her body.
That was enough to make a few hurl in disgust. Those who weren’t tossing their cookies were taking up the opportunity to take free shots at the full armored men who’d be temporarily be paralyzed as a result of being just close enough. They fell all six of them rather quickly thanks to the stranger and were already starting to drive the majority of the small army back.
“Who the hell was that?” Sierra asked, climbing up on the horse a bit more properly, reaching around Ryu to stay on.
“I have no earthly idea, but I am going to find out,” Vina said, pushing past Todd and wading through the middle of the battlefield to the smoking lumpy organs. Just by coincidence, this is while the last of the attacking army was being pushed into their own retreat.
Vina didn’t have time to be delicate here, nor did she care to baby this situation. Instead she reached with both hands shoulder deep into the spoiled smelling innards of the giant and dug about looking for their mystery hero. People gathered around curious at first before remembering that the mystery person was inside the pile of guts. Almost instantly the followed Vina’s example and reached after them.
Eventually a young man came across something. HIs hand touched something soft, slick, and hot, just as everyone did. However his fingers could tell the difference between flesh and fabric. He squeezed it a couple of times, trying to get his fingers around whatever it was that he was groping. His other hand replaced it as he reached up higher, hopefully to grab something more solid to pull on. Just as he was hoping for a cord or handle or something he could feel a curved bit that felt solid as he applied pressure. He gripped the fabric and pulled both with all his might.
When Ash surfaced it was with a loud cry of pleasure. Her savior had pulled her by the horns from her wet coffin and had been grabbing her chest firmly this whole time. When he noticed, his freckled face turned bright red and he pulled away immediately not to be punished for his mistake. The Storm demon didn’t have a lot of strength to her, but she grabbed his hand before he pulled free of her breast. “Wait a minute. It’s rude to grab and run, don't you know?” She teased, grinning through gore and grime all the same.
The one that Ash summoned was not muscular, nor did it have thick legs with wide hooves. She barely knew how to ride a horse, much less what one looked like. The only way she even accomplished one was the fact that Jaixe summoned hers for her the first time; As well she had the dataverse which was about the only thing she missed while in the Underverse.
The horse that was meant to be under the sex demon was a fine specimen indeed, but he was a lean creature. She was of course without much weight to add to its burden, but this horse was very clearly meant to be for speed. It should not surprise anyone that is what Ash wanted. It had a blueish grey coat, short hair. The bright pink leather saddle and reins made it stand out even more, and the dark purple blanket between its back and her saddle made her feel accomplished in remembering that. Not that the creature would care.
The morality mirrored humanoid kicked out the rest of the magic fire before turning to her horse and grabbed the horn of the saddle with one hand and placed her hand on the seat for stability. Next her foot, her booted foot, inserted into the metal hoop her feet were to set in, and with a single motion she leaped her small body up and over the seat. Her butt landed in the saddle and her other leg hung limply on the opposite side. The horse tensed up as if it would begin to move, but she gave it a commanding tug and waited for it to respond before putting her foot where it belonged.
Ash shifted her weight a bit more until she was comfortable, glanced back at the enriched fog that has consumed the land, and then pushed the creature forward with a soft kick to its sides. Through the gate, they went.
On the other side were lush green rolling hills, a forest in the near distance, and birds chirping away at the beautiful morning scene. She rolled her eyes at the serenity before getting her bearings. Now that she’s back in the verse, she had a sense of where she was in it. She could see the goliath floating island in the sunrise. Its jagged edges were familiar and pointed in directions one or another way. With just a few brief moment, she could calculate which pointed end directed her towards the gate to Nexus. After that it would be just a straight path to Coruscant.
Ash gave the horse another nudge with the back of her flat boots and headed in the corrected direction. The two of them lazily moved through the verse, the morning wind picking up and blowing her cloak about, the tails of her shirt. She almost looked majestic.
-
It was a couple of hours of travel before anything of interest happened. In the distance near the tree lines, she noticed something happening. A large fight. She could hear the clashing of swords and people yelling as men died. It was entertaining to watch for the long few minutes it took to cross this particularly large meadow.
It wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice cry out to unleash the creature onto ‘them’ that any of it meant anything to her.
Surely enough she heard the shadows cry out in war as the trees began to split apart and a massive figure broke the line. She watched as birds fluttered away from the tops of the flora in some means of escape. Now they had her interest. Ash turned the horse beneath her towards the screaming crowd and gave it a hard kick. It hesitated not wanting to leap into danger but obeyed as it was kicked once more.
Ryus was covered in sweat, his black clothing was suffocating him already, but now that he was being driven into the divine sun he wanted to give up and die. His pale skin did little to help with relief as the last bit of shadow passed over his face. The bright light blinded him but all around him he could hear his soldiers yelling and crying out in pleas. He felt his heart swallowed up by guilt and and distress. He wanted nothing but to secure a escape plan for them all that would also win them this fight, but he was barely conscious himself.
Vina, a slender and tall woman with even thinner and taller rabbit ears that still manage to stand tall above her head, walked backwards as she shot arrow after arrow back at the enemy. “Sir.” She demanded attention with a short response. “We need to fall back.”
“Yes..” He coughed, he pulled the reins of his horse to direct it to flee. He began to wave his men and women away from the intimidating creature that emerged from only Omni know where.
The rabbit-eared girl shot forth a few more arrows before screaming to her fellow warriors. “RETREAT!”
Among the group were mostly human bodies with animal additions, but also a few out of the ordinary races. At least those that would be allowed in Camelot’s sanctuary. Several members of the resistance were pinned to the ground by ugly human men who grinned in pleasure at their horror.
A pink haired girl with cat ears pulled back in an upset fashion cries out as one of the men pin her swords with his shield, whilst putting all his weight into it he forces a black metal blade through her ribcage. She cries out before blood erupts from her lungs and she chokes on his sword. Eventually, she stops fighting back and all of his weight comes down on her ribcage, crushing the corpse before throwing his head back and laughing at them.
Sierra, an elf that had seen this, releases another arrow from her elven bow. It soars through the air and lands in its intended target, the laughing man’s voice barks short before he also chokes on the shaft of a man-made weapon. Tears in her eyes, the blonde haired elf turns and runs away. “I’ll prey for you Kiko.”
Her small body bounces through the battlefield, dressed in a pure white floor length dress, gathering most of the skirt as she did. She jumped over two other fallen fighters, glancing back and forming a list of the dead or dying. The elf reaches Vina eventually, already counting twenty of their fallen to pray for, “Vina! Where do we go?”
A shorter male comes up behind her, buckler in his right, short sword in his left. A fox’s tail dropping behind him and his firey red hair sticking to his head with sweat and blood. “Yer, Majesty. They’ve released some foul being. Please, I can’t let you die to something so hideous. Let us get you a horse.”
“TODD!” Sierra cried out, absolutely insulted. “You think I would do the coward thing and run!?”
Vina grabbed the elf by her small and frail looking shoulders. She looked directly into the unnaturally blue colored eyes with stern and battle-hardened red eyes. “I do. And you will.” She said, picking up the smaller woman just like that and throwing her over the back or Ryus’ horse. “Human. Get her to safety. We will meet up with you again.” All while the elf kicked and screamed.
“What? You’ll die!” Ryus cried out, his voice pushing the tone between professional commander and concerned lover. He stared deeply into her determined face and realized in his own heart that it would have to be her. If they were going to survive this, something crazy had to happen. It broke his heart. Suddenly he didn’t think dying under the heat was so bad. “I lo-”
The sound of thunder erupting somewhere behind them broke all conversation. The struggling elf behind Ryu even stopped to look back at what was going on. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked back as the effects of some mage’s magic. A dozen people have just been shoved away from a point in the center of the fallen soldiers and freedom fighters was a cloaked figure with a hood over their head. What could be easily spotted was a bruised colored tail with a heart like point at the end. It swayed once and twice, and then the figure was gone.
“Who was that?” Vina asked, no one in particular.
The whining of a horse with a bright pink saddle as it lifted up on its hind legs broke their concentration. It pawed at the air, someone was trying to steal it in the middle of the confusion. If it were a normal beast, perhaps but this one had been summoned by a prime and it twisted in the air. The creature that was trying to mount the beast was a short man with a slight hunch to his back. He pulled and tugged, and begged the horse to follow his will, but pushed too hard and the front hooves came down on his head. Again and again until the hand fell away from the reins and the horse could jump away from the body to stand away from the fighting.
Meanwhile, the electricity needed for her next attack swelled in her hand. It could be heard chirping as she jumped from tree to tree like a ninja. Too fast for the eyes to see, to quick for general soldiers to follow, too excited to contain the grin that split her face in half. Hidden by the magic of invisibility Ash waits for the last few seconds to pass by.
When she appear in front of the massive giant figure lightning was dancing up her arm. The moment she felt the charge up complete she released her Chain Lightning. A streak of neon blue flashes straight for the biggest target, powerful electric magic courses through them, stiffening the giant’s body as it numbed him of all his senses. Then in another flash it snaps to the next body, metal attracting it as it passed from one knight to another, to another until six men in armor were statues.
Ash’s eyes were on the prize though, a little winded but she continued to driver herself forward, quick summoning the chainsword as she wall ran up the gut of this horrid boil covered half-naked giant. It exploded to life as she squeezed the arm and it began to roar. She dropped it low enough to drag along the belly of the grotesque creature she was climbing up on, which began to rip the guts open.
The brackish liquid exploded behind her into a high mud-colored wave. The skin breaks away soon after, barely able to contain the intestine of the creature before walls of guts tumble out of its oversized belly like a literal can of worms exploding from the pressurized container. Not really an image for the squeamish - several people were on the verge of vomiting.
Reaching the top of the creature, who was already dead and didn’t know it, she jumped and twisted in the air, holding onto Invictus firmly behind her as she spun. It caught the bulk of his neck and slid through it like butter. Another horrific spray of brownish black blood rained down on her as gravity pulled her down with it. The giant took a single step back before falling onto several trees, clearing itself a final resting place as she fell into the large organs. They broke her fall but acted much like a hybrid between slip-and-slide fun and the inflatable ramps that help evacuate an airplane. She bounced once before vanishing into the hot gore, the injured intestines covering her body.
That was enough to make a few hurl in disgust. Those who weren’t tossing their cookies were taking up the opportunity to take free shots at the full armored men who’d be temporarily be paralyzed as a result of being just close enough. They fell all six of them rather quickly thanks to the stranger and were already starting to drive the majority of the small army back.
“Who the hell was that?” Sierra asked, climbing up on the horse a bit more properly, reaching around Ryu to stay on.
“I have no earthly idea, but I am going to find out,” Vina said, pushing past Todd and wading through the middle of the battlefield to the smoking lumpy organs. Just by coincidence, this is while the last of the attacking army was being pushed into their own retreat.
Vina didn’t have time to be delicate here, nor did she care to baby this situation. Instead she reached with both hands shoulder deep into the spoiled smelling innards of the giant and dug about looking for their mystery hero. People gathered around curious at first before remembering that the mystery person was inside the pile of guts. Almost instantly the followed Vina’s example and reached after them.
Eventually a young man came across something. HIs hand touched something soft, slick, and hot, just as everyone did. However his fingers could tell the difference between flesh and fabric. He squeezed it a couple of times, trying to get his fingers around whatever it was that he was groping. His other hand replaced it as he reached up higher, hopefully to grab something more solid to pull on. Just as he was hoping for a cord or handle or something he could feel a curved bit that felt solid as he applied pressure. He gripped the fabric and pulled both with all his might.
When Ash surfaced it was with a loud cry of pleasure. Her savior had pulled her by the horns from her wet coffin and had been grabbing her chest firmly this whole time. When he noticed, his freckled face turned bright red and he pulled away immediately not to be punished for his mistake. The Storm demon didn’t have a lot of strength to her, but she grabbed his hand before he pulled free of her breast. “Wait a minute. It’s rude to grab and run, don't you know?” She teased, grinning through gore and grime all the same.
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