The Stampede - The Escape of The Pasture Kids

[Finch]

    On either side of the herds, the Goddesses paced, their horses sharing in their nervous twitchiness. As they trotted back and forth, they balked against the reins, their steps taut as they moved back and forth and back and forth again.

    What they called the herd was nothing impressive. There were just over a half dozen heads of cattle, shifting about in an unorganized muddle. Around their massive bodies, sheep and goats and other smaller livestock were squeezed.

    It wasn't much of a fighting force, but there were no armies. Not anymore. They had no need of being the stronger combatant, they only needed the element of surprise. And that they would certainly have.

    Behind the herd, a nervous bundle of kids were gathered, their livelihoods tucked away in backpacks. Though no one spoke of it, the message was clear: This may be the last time that any of them saw this place. This may be the last time that any of them were alive to see anything.

    With a sharp whistle, one of the Goddesses called attention to the front of the herd. She forced her mount to stay still, but it still shifted nervously in place, ducking and shaking against its bit.

    No words needed to be exchanged. A grand speech of some sort would do nothing but distract those that were keeping the nervous livestock under at least a modicum of control. The Goddess backed her horse away from the entrance, leaving a clear path for the cattle.

    With that, the horse had had enough. Bursting out against its reins, it reared up onto its hind legs, raising its head to the air and letting out a resounding, panicked cry. That was all the call that anyone needed-- the stampede begun.

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    This thread makes up the entire stampede, until the Pasture Kids reach the concert hall. Please reply one time, explaining your character(s)' actions during this time. Before replying, please roll a dice (the kind being of your choice.) This roll will describe how well your character(s) fared during the stampede. A lower dice roll may indicate your character being injured, or otherwise harmed.

[spookcat]

ROLL: 16/20

Once things kicked off, they really kicked off. When they had charged out into the fray, Avian couldn't help but cackle loudly at the Flames who scrambled away. She felt absolutely no sympathy for them. These people- they weren't candles. They were a wildfire, dangerous and out of control. They've destroyed too many lives that had already been in shambles for her to give a shit about them. It didn't matter how many were willingly doing this, they were still destroying her home. It's something she absolutely cannot stand for, but with her limited combat experience she can't exactly do much.

Especially now, since her back got pretty fucked up the other day.  It's why she's riding with one of the Goddesses actually. Not only would she be a slower target for the Flames, she'd likely reopen the slash wounds on her back too. The Goddess who volunteered to be her ride seems pretty unnerved, but she doesn't know if that's from her cackling, or the Flames. Probably the Flames.

A warning squawk from above abruptly tears her attention away from her thoughts, and to the fucking arrow she barely manages to dodge, earning her a long scratch across her cheek.

Holy shit.

"Are you okay??" Egg cawed worriedly.

What the fuck.

"Y-yeah I'm good! Just a scratch." She cawed back

She turns and tries to find the source, though she can't really pick anyone apart since they're all blurring together.

Assholes.

[duckietown]

ROLL: 4/20

    Things started out decent enough, only a few cuts. This was something Bread could fare. It was awfully hard to focus on keeping the animals calm-- Loaf was horrified. Their focus was to make sure everything stayed together; stay calm. Because they were a Goddess. They had to sigh-- this was quite a bit of pressure.

    Especially when Loaf was trying to run away from the herd, further from the danger. A stray arrow lodged itself into Bread's arm, and they had to leave it in there to prevent blood from flowing out. Someone will help me when I get there. Someone will help me when I get there. The thought stuck in their head to calm them down; distract them from the situation. Loaf returned to the rest.

    They tried to keep a strong face. This was not something to make other kids scared of. Younger children look up to them and they know this.

    Bread steeled themself and carried on, ignoring the arrow in their arm as best they can.

[Hunter]

ROLL: 14/20

It was really an intense moment. They were waiting, ready for the breakthrough attempt that might just end up with all of them dying. Hunter saw it in the faces of the younger kids he was protecting as was his job lately. Since this, all started he was cut from others, on his own and while it was lonely at least he didn't have to worry for others. Now he did.
And then it started. A sharp whistle, door opening, animals rushing forward, and then chaos. Rushing out of their home into danger, hearing the sounds of the unfortunate kids trampled by the stampede and running. It was actually a bit overwhelming so he had to concentrate on what was important - moving forwards, keeping the kids together, and enemies away from them. Fortunately, it seemed that they weren't closing in, but there were arrows and stones landing too close for comfort. He felt a sudden pain as an arrow grazed his left side but it wasn't going to slow him down, not now.