The Stampede - The Escape of The Pasture Kids Nov 7, 2020 21:28:37 GMT
Post by Finch on Nov 7, 2020 21:28:37 GMT
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.
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.