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Obscura's eyes narrowed a little bit as she watched the strange mare stop, and stutter out her words, claiming that she didn't want a fight. Her own ears tucked back further against her head as she watched the other horse with her failing vision, not trusting the stranger. Exiles didn't seem too terrible, but Bachelor mares, she couldn't find trustworthy. They stayed with these stallions and were created into their servants, essentially. They bore them children out of wedlock, against the Unicorns' wishes, and saved their heathen hides in this war even though they were treated so poorly. One shouldn't trust a horse that couldn't explain their actions, at least being in their own self interest or in the Unicorns', and helping their own captors in war did not seem to make any sense. There was nothing about this mare that said Bachelor per se, but how could Obscura be certain?

She glanced over at Guntram as he suggested civilized discussion, and looked at him as if he had just started speaking jibberish. "Our only punishable action is helping this Exile. They sent them away for a reason, and they sent us to war for a reason."She said, staring at Guntram as if she still couldn't believe what she had heard, and then down at the stallion. "How do you know she's not some Bachelor mare sent to trick us?" She added, lifting her head, looking somewhat indignant.

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Unfortunately the pale mare didn't seem surprised by the other mare's reaction. What was she thinking simply marching up to them, thinking they would simply trust in her words? Her soaked mane was now clinging to her neck and she was feeling the cold at her skin as a stinging pain. Io took in a breath before she forced herself to try and convince them. If this confrontation should ever come to a fight, she knew for certain that there would be no way she could fight back. She wasn't built for war, and she couldn't afford any injuries. "I'm just an Exile wanting to help my own kin," she began, "there are only so few of us out here. I haven't seen many."

Io watched them with sad eyes, wondering if her words made any difference.

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Again looking to Obscura, he wondered who of them was in a better position to choose a reasonable course of action. He knew he was treading the line on herd politics, but they didn't fit the situation now that he had more information. He wasn't sure if it was some fault in his own character, or perhaps Obscura's in that she was so locked into the letter their traditional laws.

Worried what might arise from the Olde mare's anxiety, Guntram cautiously spoke, proposing what he hoped would cause the least damage to everyone. "We don't need to cause more pain, Obscura. She has not hurt us or any of our brethren, even if she were to be lying about being an Exile. Hurt is not why I'm out here either. If it's too extreme a risk for you to consider negotiation, could we at least let them go in peace? How terrible could it possibly be for us to simply make sure the Exiles may also help their own, when that's all we want for ourselves? This impasse isn't helping anyone either - our own are still in need of help."

Looking back to the paler mare, he let out a slow sigh. "Sometimes, I think tradition needs to be reevaluated. I wish this was a time for more rational decisions." He gestured to the wounded silver bay. "Can you find care for this one? I will not seek to hinder you if you try." He stepped back slightly, providing some neutral space between himself and the unconscious horse on the ground. He still was tense, prepared if anyone were to lash out at him, but he prayed this wouldn't fall to blows.

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Excuse me while I completely mangle a really awesome style.

Obscura and Guntram vs. Io Roleplay

Tier Tracker | fav.me/d6w9o59
Objective IV Participation | +5 Tier
Objective IV Participation | +15 WG
Total | +5 Tier / +15 WG

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• Art, Naphtali, Obscura © pony-bones
• Guntram © ghillietoes42
• Io © raveniice

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent

Description
:// This Is How ; You've Made My Heart A HunterO B J E C T I V E

Obscura's eyes narrowed a little bit as she watched the strange mare stop, and stutter out her words, claiming that she didn't want a fight. Her own ears tucked back further against her head as she watched the other horse with her failing vision, not trusting the stranger. Exiles didn't seem too terrible, but Bachelor mares, she couldn't find trustworthy. They stayed with these stallions and were created into their servants, essentially. They bore them children out of wedlock, against the Unicorns' wishes, and saved their heathen hides in this war even though they were treated so poorly. One shouldn't trust a horse that couldn't explain their actions, at least being in their own self interest or in the Unicorns', and helping their own captors in war did not seem to make any sense. There was nothing about this mare that said Bachelor per se, but how could Obscura be certain?

She glanced over at Guntram as he suggested civilized discussion, and looked at him as if he had just started speaking jibberish. "Our only punishable action is helping this Exile. They sent them away for a reason, and they sent us to war for a reason."She said, staring at Guntram as if she still couldn't believe what she had heard, and then down at the stallion. "How do you know she's not some Bachelor mare sent to trick us?" She added, lifting her head, looking somewhat indignant.

---

Unfortunately the pale mare didn't seem surprised by the other mare's reaction. What was she thinking simply marching up to them, thinking they would simply trust in her words? Her soaked mane was now clinging to her neck and she was feeling the cold at her skin as a stinging pain. Io took in a breath before she forced herself to try and convince them. If this confrontation should ever come to a fight, she knew for certain that there would be no way she could fight back. She wasn't built for war, and she couldn't afford any injuries. "I'm just an Exile wanting to help my own kin," she began, "there are only so few of us out here. I haven't seen many."

Io watched them with sad eyes, wondering if her words made any difference.

---

Again looking to Obscura, he wondered who of them was in a better position to choose a reasonable course of action. He knew he was treading the line on herd politics, but they didn't fit the situation now that he had more information. He wasn't sure if it was some fault in his own character, or perhaps Obscura's in that she was so locked into the letter their traditional laws.

Worried what might arise from the Olde mare's anxiety, Guntram cautiously spoke, proposing what he hoped would cause the least damage to everyone. "We don't need to cause more pain, Obscura. She has not hurt us or any of our brethren, even if she were to be lying about being an Exile. Hurt is not why I'm out here either. If it's too extreme a risk for you to consider negotiation, could we at least let them go in peace? How terrible could it possibly be for us to simply make sure the Exiles may also help their own, when that's all we want for ourselves? This impasse isn't helping anyone either - our own are still in need of help."

Looking back to the paler mare, he let out a slow sigh. "Sometimes, I think tradition needs to be reevaluated. I wish this was a time for more rational decisions." He gestured to the wounded silver bay. "Can you find care for this one? I will not seek to hinder you if you try." He stepped back slightly, providing some neutral space between himself and the unconscious horse on the ground. He still was tense, prepared if anyone were to lash out at him, but he prayed this wouldn't fall to blows.

∞

Excuse me while I completely mangle a really awesome style.

Obscura and Guntram vs. Io Roleplay

Tier Tracker | fav.me/d6w9o59
Objective IV Participation | +5 Tier
Objective IV Participation | +15 WG
Total | +5 Tier / +15 WG

∞

• Art, Naphtali, Obscura © pony-bones
• Guntram © ghillietoes42
• Io © raveniice

• Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent