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“There is a point where a knight can stand idle no longer. The Bouquet brigade has not commit an act of sabotage, but we have been hit hard from both sides; But, It is known there is a clan war going on, and everyone has been hit by this. For us, however, its different. Bakers and Scribes can order more supplies, while we are left in ruin. We put our hearts into these gardens, and its taken ages to mature these plants, just to have them senselessly slaughtered.

Alas, such is the face of war, even of one of love. But that’s exactly what this is, war. And we will fight back. It’s saddening, i know that Biggs would disapprove if he knew what we are doing, facing the other guilds. He, and most of the others, are peaceful folks. “life finds a way” is a motto i hear a lot among our friends and peers.. but.. how can life keep its path if this petty war is the cancer? The final hours of this bout are at hand, and we will make a way for life to continue on, because someone has to snip the buds before they grow into something dangerous. 

Every guild has their set of punks.. unfortunately for the enemies, our punks are a bit more then a petty fighter... I fear no fire nor poison, for i am a knight. And a Fight comes alot easier to me then a green hoof”

Featuring My partner in crime, beautiful fighter, one heck of a good hoof at making things, my lover in a prob platonic sense, cake enthusiast Gear -@unoriginalcharacterpleasesteal 

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“T-that’s not–Ah!” Before Usagi could respond, the woman’s bloodied hands shoved her into the wall. Usagi yelped when her head connected with the stone behind her.  Her small hand pressed against the already forming knot. More tears formed, this time from pain, but the young girl kept quiet as she watched the woman rise.

This woman was truly massive. Her hulking brown body towered over her own tiny frame; this woman was the biggest human she had ever seen, even of her past enemies. Usagi didn’t think any woman could look like the one that stood before her. The dark, studded, form fitting clothing did little to hide the shape of her hard body beneath it.

She wanted nothing more than to run home. To wash away the blood and thick mud off of her clothes and her body. Her body ached from crashing into the ground and her neck and throat hurt from the hooded figure keeping her in a choke hold. Usagi suddenly longed for the warmth of her bed back home. Her family members’ faces flashed through her mind once more. All of them had been thrown out of the car before she left. She hadn’t seen them before being ripped away from them.

The woman’s raspy voice interrupted her thoughts and Usagi snapped back to attention.  She looked up to meet her gaze and bit her lip; this woman’s eyes unnerved her and her glare made her feel worse. “M-my name…? Usagi, but wait, what about my family? Are they okay?”

“What do you mean you won’t be able to speak–?” Her breathing began to quicken again, “I don’t understand what’s happening, where even am I!? I don’t want to see all this blood anymore, I want to go back home!” Usagi felt her chest tighten as her frustration grew, “I don’t even know who you are, I don’t want to be here! I just want to go home!!”

“From last witnessing, your family seemed bruised but not dead,” Roshanar spoke with assurance in hopes that some information and stability would stop the newly named Usagi from a catastrophic meltdown.  A slight twitch contorted Roshanar’s lipline as she tried to keep her growing annoyance at an acceptable visual level.

“This city is called Nhyet’Nhora and it is further away from your home than is possible to return you.  Further than you have ever traveled.” How would Roshanar begin to explain to a child that they were dimensions away from their home with a bleak percentage of return? Especially when the child displayed high levels of stress and inability to adapt and cope? The idea of leaving her in the alley and not looking back was steadily becoming her more viable option. Whatever was left of maternal instinct goaded her to stay, however. “You cannot go back unless you know how to bring yourself back.” the whiny behavior she would not address completely. “I have a bounty to collect. You may travel with me to allow yourself safety and time to think about what you need to do for yourself.” While Usagi had given Roshanar her name, Roshanar did not feel it necessary to give forth her own just yet. Taking a warning step towards the exit of the alley while still facing Usagi, Roshanar lifted a brow while dipping her chin, her eyes widening in a ‘well, come on.’