Rebel Yell (rebels)

[nala]

The dark bay's nostrils flared, releasing an unseen steam from his lungs as he strode on through the dense forest he had been calling home for quite some time now. Today he felt his power. The guilt and rage that ran through his body daily, pounded into the muddy ground sending shock waves up into his rapidly beating heart. He was thick minded today, his soul swarming with the many ideas he contemplated regularly.Vulcan paused in his rhythmic beat, looking out across the trees. He listened. His ears pricked forward and he strained to pick up the faintest sounds of a lurking predator. Maybe a jaguar, or another stallion; maybe his late brother. His muscles twitched as he confirmed his thoughts; no one was there. He continued his jaunt.

Vulcan was going somewhere today. He had a duty to attend to and a mission to accomplish. With each pounding beat of his hooves he got closer and closer to the day he would once again face his enemy; his enemies blood. The bay didn't know if his nephew was like Octavian, frankly at this point he didn't care. The only thing he wanted, needed was to come face to face with the leading dictator and prove his point. Whether this point was proven with force or not was completely up to the young king, and Vulcan was completely prepared to deal with either of the possible decisions.

A low cry followed by a slightly higher pitched ending rang out across the clearing. The bay stood proudly at the forefront of the meeting place, his head raised and his coat slicked with sweat. Today was the day, no longer tomorrow. Today his followers would receive what they lusted for. Today they would be slightly more satisfied then yesterday.

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[Hud]

The time was now.

Finally, after all that waiting, Vulcan was sounding the call to unite the forces that Raylan stood beside. Halted in his spot, the grulla and white stallion dropped his activity to resound the alarm, letting out a monster of a whinny from deep within. In truth, he hadn't known something as powerful residing in him. Perhaps it was the heat of the moment that sent his heart aflutter with passion. Octavian would be brought down - through the dethroning of his progeny.

He pulled back into a tall and proud rear, kicking the earth before landing back onto the moist rain forest floor and propelling forward - toward his leader's call, his mane whipping behind him as he navigated the densely forested area.

So soon? thought the young mare. Was the call of the great Vulcan directed to her? She supposed it was. Vulcan was the leader of the rebels and she was a rebel - naturally, he was calling her, among others. Eponine, who had only been assessing the winter's apparent lack of effect on the rain forest's biome, was turned 180 degrees by the alarm. She'd met Vulcan, but only briefly. She thought of who she might see when she reached Vulcan's location - Merlo, Raylan, Vulcan himself... It would be nice to speak to them all again.

At the pleasant thought, Eponine wasted little more time lingering and set forth on her expedition to answer her leader's call. She would help her cause and save her beloved Aquicul from certain doom.

OOC: -is excited- ^^

[Notes]

The colt heard the sound. The call of Vulcan. The yearling knew that he wasn't much. At least, not much compared to the large stallions and mares that would join the bay leader. The dun foal was still young, barely reaching 14 hands but he knew what was his calling ever since he was abandoned by his mother in the desert almost half a year ago. He knew how to tough it, even if he was so childlike.

The young horse continued walking towards where he heard the sound of the calling cry.

After the hard year that the colt had endured, he was glad to have been led to the rain forest. It was free of any snow, with weather that belonged in the autumn.

With him so young, he was never fully aware of what was going on the news of the inevitable war in the future. From what he had heard from the mares and stallions that littered the south, he was glad he could help put a stop to the monarchy ruled by the horrible black horse.

[Padfoot]

A I D E N; The mare had been wandering for far too long. She craved a purpose now, something she could work towards, fight for; something she could win and be proud of. She moved through the forest restlessly, alternating between a jittery trot or tightly-wound canter to work out some of her excess energy. Her head bobbed up and down impatiently (patience had never been included in her skill set, unfortunately) so that her red and white mane flung about her face. If it was becoming hopelessly tangled, she was none the wiser, but it helped with the waiting. Surely, it would come soon, she continued to assure herself, ears flicking around for the slightest hint of a sound.

Then the call came, ringing impressively though the thick trees; a call to action. Moments later, she heard another follow. The red mare turned and took off towards the sound, never once thinking to heistate or look back.

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