Post by Pumpkin Vine on Jul 29, 2015 20:10:42 GMT
Name: Pumpkin Vine
Nickname: Pumpkin. Amazon. (Amazon was the name of her tribe, often giving her pride when it is used.)
Age: 39
Gender: Mare.
Species: Pegasus.
Place of Birth: Vanhoover forest.
Occupation: Former Amazonian Leader, Now training instructor for Camp New Hayven. (if approved) Secondary Role: Night Watch. (If approved)
Allegiance: Former to the Princesses, Now: Hesitant and confused, she still wishes for their reign.
Relationship Status: Widowed.
Mane: The adult's mane is a mix of two different shades of orange, tied together in the end by two ponytails. Normally straight and banged to her face, her ponytails hang over her shoulders in length.
Eyes: Her eyes resemble a burnt orange
Living Relatives: None.
General Description: A pale light mix of tan and orange, Pumpkin's coat is soft to the touch. Upon her forehead, was once something a leader of her kind and many more wore for respect and honor. Around her back and front ankles, were once cloth pieces from her most beloved old members, more so there for mental support. Pumpkin never leaves without a belt that loops around her stomach, holding her sword and other equipment in place for defensive reasons. Wearing a dog tag that clarified who she was in her tribe along with a symbol for the princesses, the mare holds this as part of past memories. Coming off as a little judgmental, Pumpkin has lived through enough irritation and drama to allow her to be overprotective once in a while. A bit bossy at times, this mare shows nothing but respect and loyalty for those she protects and serves. To complete strangers, you are given some time to prove yourself worthy of her trust. Warning, mare's will get special treatment to the stallions, nothing personal on her end, Pumpkin distrusts their kind. However she can be shown how each individual is different, and understands not everypony is bad. She respects their camp leader to the core of his values.
Skills: Once an amazonian leader, their methods of fighting were not exactly something you would see every day. Working against some of the best, her style has saved more then a few lives at a time. Because of this, she wishes to teach others her ways of fighting so that they too will learn how to use it for good. Great at disguise and hiding in various ground and tree locations, from the years of experience in gaining surprise attacks she was once known for always winning with the upper hoof. Along with her style, a sword is not usually a part of it, however helps in emergency circumstances. She is quite skilled at slicing backwards, using it for defensive purposes only. Quick on her hooves and wings, as a tribe leader, her ability to run and fly through the winds and forest like structures are far better then an average pegasus.
Faults: Ever since the war and her injuries, Pumpkin Vine's over protective nature has reached a full extreme. Not wishing to leave anyone behind in any situation, this can actually be a fault towards her own life. Personality wise, her sour attitude towards newcomers is not something she wishes to share often, however with a mouth like hers, your trust and worth here are only as good as what you do to help. Not good at city life or large over sized crowds, Pumpkin is almost always thinking that someone is going to attack. Used to living in a tribe forest setting her whole life, the idea of royalty and modern living makes her rather uncomfortable and awkwardly stand outish. Because of this, if she were to fight in an open field vrs a wooding setting, her victory would be more towards the wooded area. A large space to fight is nice, but not her specialty and can often lead her to focus too much on one being and not everyone as a whole.
Equipment: Carrying a belt that holds her tribal sword in place, the sword itself is nothing more then ordinary, however crafted by her kind to stay sharp as ever. With a rolled up whip attached to the other side of her belt, this is usually seen in trying to capture a pony or creature then anything else.
Backstory Before TD: Raised in a large tribe of ponies around Van Hoover, Pumpkin Vine grew up along side her own race. Quickly learning by the ancient ways of her family about the other nations with different selections of ponies, it seemed the idea was very far fetched. Living in the forest with huts and a some what secret society of peaceful pegasai, their ideal ways could seem odd to the common pony. For sport, activities like sparring and jousting were equally loved, along with the infamous hunting games. Now what they would hunt, wouldn't always be food, it was always used for something or another. For example, fur from the creatures of the forest were used to keep warm, their bodies were used for bonfires and smoke signals if need be. Not ever taking more then they needed, the tribe of this large and prosperous forest loved both the land and the animals within.
Learning how to defend herself at an early age, Pumpkin was raised near the family pumpkin patch, the dark and rich soil being a perfect rare sight for such a delicacy. Given a sword of her own at her 8th birthday, the poor mare could barely pick the heavy metal up. Never giving up, she was trained on bamboo and other useful tools the wild gave them to help harness her skills. Super excited to get such a gift, the young filly trained hard each and every day. Not exactly told why she was training however, Pumpkin Vine went along with what her tribe and parents said without questions.
It wasn't until her fifteenth birthday did Pumpkin now know why the tribe worked hard each and every day. The land that they cherished on was constantly being attacked, right under her nose! Going out for a late night snack that night, the now teenage mare had wandered a little too far from home when her hoof tripped over what felt like a wire. Before even getting a chance to scream, Pumpkin was flipped upside down by this wire as she now dangled from her hind legs upside down. Screaming for help and getting a punch to the jaw, the young pegasus was knocked out. Reawakened by the splash of water hours later, she was surrounded by a group of.. stallions? With wicked faces and horrid grins all around, their insults were only as harmful as the punches that soon came afterwards. Muffled by the rope around her muzzle at this point, all Pumpkin could do was thrash and silently cry as her brand new life seemed to be flashing before her eyes.
Unsure when she came back to reality, Pumpkin Vine woke up in the hooves of both her mothers. Beaten nearly to death and damaged emotionally beyond compare, the teenager no longer wanted to go blindly into life. She wanted to know everything and why. Finding out that her tribe filled with many different families had been hunted this way for decades. The stallions backpacking for this location had been after them forever, causing casualties left and right to both sides of the field. Never realizing that was what happened to the hundreds of ponies who once lived with them, only about 80 remained. Growing stronger now with determination, her bones and fur were only a detour to the pain they would feel in time.
Always wondering why she never died, Pumpkin Vine was soon to wonder for quite some time to come. On her 20th birthday, this pegasus was given her very own set of special weapons, (Whip and Sword) along with her Queen's right of cast. Gazing over them and finally earning her place within the land, Pumpkin knew she had to do something to make her remembered as one of the greats. Like the Queens of the past, each and every one of them had something special about them worth remembering, what was her special thing she wondered.
Going out on her first battle mission and successfully killing the enemies on sight, Pumpkin soon began to get the hang of this fighting thing. Surely it was a swing there and a bash there, but she was no rookie any longer. Slaughtering the stallion who she remembered to be the leader of the group that beat her up as a child, Pumpkin soon took her place among the Queen's of the Amazonian tribe. Getting her dog tags changed with a bow at her hooves and a title at 28 for saving the race from a poison attack by distant minotaurs, Pumpkin Vine shed a tear. She was the leader now, and this time, no enemy both big or small would stop her from protecting her race of ponies. Getting dog tags from the Princesses themselves, the small plates as like any Queen of the tribes, spelled her name, birth date and rank in amongst her own. Like others before her, this meant a unison of understanding and peace among Equestria, and understanding of a sisterhood for many years to come.
TD And Five Year Passing:
Through getting her tribe ready for their youngest members initiation and move up into the ranks, one in particular had Pumpkins attention. Smiling and cheering them on, she was sad that she would have to miss out on the fun. Finally finding a mare that could fight up to her standards, it was hard for love in this tribe when you were a leader. Keeping their secret love affair hidden to not allow the question of favoritism, it didn't take long for everypony to find out. At first, Pumpkin assumed they'd be mad, but thankfully so, they rejoiced. Getting married to a mare named Cocoa, the dancing around the flames lasted for a week as the place celebrated their culture in peace. Saddened that she had to go to figure out what was going on in Equestria, Pumpkin said goodbye that day and promised to be back again soon.
Setting off on her journey to follow something she thought would help give her some clues on the world's situation, Pumpkin Vine left everything behind. With a raven as her guidance, the amazon took off towards more heavily populated areas. Flapping each feather in unison, the winds felt off course, constantly bringing confusion to what was happening around them. Worried on the storms approaching, rain could only mean the start of something worse. Heading through the cities around Van Hoover, it seemed the trades between cities was awfully big this time of the year. Uncertain as to why a place would need so many first aid kits and weaponry, Pumpkin landed to learn more information. Upon landing however, news of cities in the south being brought down by dark creatures had the locals rather frightened. Aiming to find out the cause, Pumpkin Vine tried to reassure the ponies of this land. Whatever they thought was out there, she was certain the princesses of Equestria could handle.
Lifting back up into the sky, her next venture wouldn't be for quite some time as she headed South towards the other side of Canterlot and its relatives. Widened pupils watched as dark armies swarmed the nation in rapid succession, attacking everything and anything that stood in their way. Deciding on rising higher, it didn't take long for her to notice a security troop already heading their way. Noting this, it would seem that the princesses sent soldiers to fight back. Nodding with a smile, her mind had been made up as she lowered herself to the action. With an odd collection of fighting styles from her tribe and fore-mothers, Pumpkin pulled her black banded sword from its sheath in the nick of time. Slicing through a Chimera and back kicking what she was sure was a bug like creature with a small pony's body, the more she fought, the more seemed to come.
With the soldiers confused by her entrance and no longer caring as long as she was on their side, they had each others back. Sword in mouth and a screaming warrior call muffling through, fate had almost appeared to be on their side as some of the dark forces stepped back. Grinning and chasing after them in low flaps to the ground, the sound of a whistle could be heard when the amazon skidded to a stop. Cocking her head to the side and listening closely as Equestrian soldiers ran passed her for the chase, a gasp of air left her throat at the sky above. From one whistle to a million, sharpened and deadly arrows had been shot from the creatures of the sky. Slicing into soldiers left and right, some were lucky to have gotten off with it stuck in their shoulders or legs, while others dropped from a head and heart struck attack.
Dodging what she could and breaking arrow tips from downed soldiers to stop their pain from worsening, the warrior pegasus could tell things were extremely bad. Assuming that this was only a small army and thinking that the princesses had sent them off in every direction, Pumpkin Vine grabbed a dead soldiers helmet before slipping it on for protection. Not seeing a leader for this group of soldiers, the mare flapped her wings and brought herself to try and talk to these stallions and mare's while the dark forces tried to re-approach, the arrows stopping temporarily. Even from a distance, those hearing Pumpkin Vine would be able to tell her thick accent was not from around here, however she was sincere in her speech.
"Ponies and allies alike! Now is the time to think! What do we have that they don't have a lot of! Magic! We have fliers! We have earth ponies! And we have creatures with strengths of their own! SO dont you dare give up hope, for you represent the princesses of the sun and the moon, YOU Represent EQUESTRIA! Grab a partner, work as a team! Lets bring them down!"
With cheers from the troops in need of a boost, Pumpkin turned towards the forest and the creatures that had multiplied within seconds. Knowing a lot would die, her hoof raised to signal shots to be fired.
"Hit them with your best shots! Fire! Levitate something into them! Blast them with a paralyze spell! Put them to sleep!"
Charging with wings open wide, Pumpkin and the troops behind her had moved with vengeance and the strengthen of a thousand. From each fire breather to magical blasts shooting in each direction, the sounds of screams and shouting was all you could hear for miles. Leaping up and tackling a few changelings, kicking their sorry butts felt easy at first, until they multiplied like rabbits. Surrounding her and draining what they could, Pumpkin Vine shook down to her knees in a cussing manner. She had not wanted to go out, not like this. Hoping that her tribe back at home would be safe, a stallion in golden armor had appeared out of nowhere as the bugs around her sliced in half by an odd spinning weapon.
About to thank the white pegasus and noting a minotaur behind them, Pumpkin moved into action. Shooting her whip to his left horn and swinging herself to throw her weight on top, the soldier she saved had no trouble helping her to defeat this creature of darkness. As one seemed like a difficult yet successful task, finding more of them growing larger in size heading their way, Pumpkin aimed towards a new tactic. Needing a new plan, the light colored mare lunged towards a dark shadowy figure in the mist of the war when something struck against her rib cage. Gasping and falling to the ground, it seemed the arrows were back in full swing from above.
Breaking the tip and incredibly lucky to not have it hit her heart or major organs, Pumpkin tried to stand before wincing in pain. Trying to push through the agony, dodging arrows had not been so easily done the second time. Getting hit by another in the leg, she repeated the technique, pushing forward with a limp towards the dark figure in the middle. With glowing eyes, her body had been lifted as a voice broke through to her mind.
'You chose to help these ponies although they are not part of what you stand for. You and those mare's will pay for your interference.'
Finding herself unable to breathe as though something was choking her, Pumpkin dropped back to the ground. Blacking out from the loss of air to her lungs, the amazon stayed unconscious through the rest of this battle. With creatures assuming she was just another dead body, she was left alone as the war continued to break out.
Waking up after some time, her eyes were greeted with horror. Everywhere around her, bodies could be seen slaughtered across the once vibrant grassy field. The smell of blood and carcass filled her nostrils a Pumpkin tried to move. Wincing at the realization that she was injured, the pegasus tried to flap her wings to stand. Limping and not getting very far through the mess, the burnt orange eyes were down in ultimate sadness. Thinking that voice was just a dream yet not wanting to take any chances, Pumpkin's wings lifted her up into the sky.
Heading home to her birthing grounds, Pumpkin was met with more destruction everywhere she went. Unsure who had won and just wishing to see her tribe safe, she landed with a shred of hope. Moving slowly passed the trees and finding that dreaded feeling return, by the time she reached her family's huts, there had been nothing left. Panicked and running through the obvious tear splintering pain, as leader of this tribe and family of 200, finding nothing and no one alive, had the mare finally breaking down in tears. Her tribe and family, the ones that specialized in combat and focused on a peaceful lifestyle, were all gone, forever.
Staying here for some time by herself, even she knew that she could not stay here forever. Needing to move on, the broken mare continued to walk for miles, hoping and praying for a safe location to heal and rest in peace. Eventually finding New Hayven and collapsing at the gates, it didn't take long for ponies to pull her inside for safety. After healing there for some time, Pumpkin tried to speak to the leader, telling him of her ventures and how her experiences led her here. Offering to help for their hospitality, she knew there was nowhere else she could run. Wishing to teach these ponies her ways so that they might be able to defend their lives, it wasn't long until she found herself feeling almost at home..almost.
Thoughts on war: We should keep our heads down until we are prepared enough to help and our numbers have grown.
View on Camp Future: We should stay and do our best to build out the mountain caverns, its safe and well hidden.
View on Camp: We all need to pull our own weight, our rules will keep us all united and alive.
Nickname: Pumpkin. Amazon. (Amazon was the name of her tribe, often giving her pride when it is used.)
Age: 39
Gender: Mare.
Species: Pegasus.
Place of Birth: Vanhoover forest.
Occupation: Former Amazonian Leader, Now training instructor for Camp New Hayven. (if approved) Secondary Role: Night Watch. (If approved)
Allegiance: Former to the Princesses, Now: Hesitant and confused, she still wishes for their reign.
Relationship Status: Widowed.
Mane: The adult's mane is a mix of two different shades of orange, tied together in the end by two ponytails. Normally straight and banged to her face, her ponytails hang over her shoulders in length.
Eyes: Her eyes resemble a burnt orange
Living Relatives: None.
General Description: A pale light mix of tan and orange, Pumpkin's coat is soft to the touch. Upon her forehead, was once something a leader of her kind and many more wore for respect and honor. Around her back and front ankles, were once cloth pieces from her most beloved old members, more so there for mental support. Pumpkin never leaves without a belt that loops around her stomach, holding her sword and other equipment in place for defensive reasons. Wearing a dog tag that clarified who she was in her tribe along with a symbol for the princesses, the mare holds this as part of past memories. Coming off as a little judgmental, Pumpkin has lived through enough irritation and drama to allow her to be overprotective once in a while. A bit bossy at times, this mare shows nothing but respect and loyalty for those she protects and serves. To complete strangers, you are given some time to prove yourself worthy of her trust. Warning, mare's will get special treatment to the stallions, nothing personal on her end, Pumpkin distrusts their kind. However she can be shown how each individual is different, and understands not everypony is bad. She respects their camp leader to the core of his values.
Skills: Once an amazonian leader, their methods of fighting were not exactly something you would see every day. Working against some of the best, her style has saved more then a few lives at a time. Because of this, she wishes to teach others her ways of fighting so that they too will learn how to use it for good. Great at disguise and hiding in various ground and tree locations, from the years of experience in gaining surprise attacks she was once known for always winning with the upper hoof. Along with her style, a sword is not usually a part of it, however helps in emergency circumstances. She is quite skilled at slicing backwards, using it for defensive purposes only. Quick on her hooves and wings, as a tribe leader, her ability to run and fly through the winds and forest like structures are far better then an average pegasus.
Faults: Ever since the war and her injuries, Pumpkin Vine's over protective nature has reached a full extreme. Not wishing to leave anyone behind in any situation, this can actually be a fault towards her own life. Personality wise, her sour attitude towards newcomers is not something she wishes to share often, however with a mouth like hers, your trust and worth here are only as good as what you do to help. Not good at city life or large over sized crowds, Pumpkin is almost always thinking that someone is going to attack. Used to living in a tribe forest setting her whole life, the idea of royalty and modern living makes her rather uncomfortable and awkwardly stand outish. Because of this, if she were to fight in an open field vrs a wooding setting, her victory would be more towards the wooded area. A large space to fight is nice, but not her specialty and can often lead her to focus too much on one being and not everyone as a whole.
Equipment: Carrying a belt that holds her tribal sword in place, the sword itself is nothing more then ordinary, however crafted by her kind to stay sharp as ever. With a rolled up whip attached to the other side of her belt, this is usually seen in trying to capture a pony or creature then anything else.
Backstory Before TD: Raised in a large tribe of ponies around Van Hoover, Pumpkin Vine grew up along side her own race. Quickly learning by the ancient ways of her family about the other nations with different selections of ponies, it seemed the idea was very far fetched. Living in the forest with huts and a some what secret society of peaceful pegasai, their ideal ways could seem odd to the common pony. For sport, activities like sparring and jousting were equally loved, along with the infamous hunting games. Now what they would hunt, wouldn't always be food, it was always used for something or another. For example, fur from the creatures of the forest were used to keep warm, their bodies were used for bonfires and smoke signals if need be. Not ever taking more then they needed, the tribe of this large and prosperous forest loved both the land and the animals within.
Learning how to defend herself at an early age, Pumpkin was raised near the family pumpkin patch, the dark and rich soil being a perfect rare sight for such a delicacy. Given a sword of her own at her 8th birthday, the poor mare could barely pick the heavy metal up. Never giving up, she was trained on bamboo and other useful tools the wild gave them to help harness her skills. Super excited to get such a gift, the young filly trained hard each and every day. Not exactly told why she was training however, Pumpkin Vine went along with what her tribe and parents said without questions.
It wasn't until her fifteenth birthday did Pumpkin now know why the tribe worked hard each and every day. The land that they cherished on was constantly being attacked, right under her nose! Going out for a late night snack that night, the now teenage mare had wandered a little too far from home when her hoof tripped over what felt like a wire. Before even getting a chance to scream, Pumpkin was flipped upside down by this wire as she now dangled from her hind legs upside down. Screaming for help and getting a punch to the jaw, the young pegasus was knocked out. Reawakened by the splash of water hours later, she was surrounded by a group of.. stallions? With wicked faces and horrid grins all around, their insults were only as harmful as the punches that soon came afterwards. Muffled by the rope around her muzzle at this point, all Pumpkin could do was thrash and silently cry as her brand new life seemed to be flashing before her eyes.
Unsure when she came back to reality, Pumpkin Vine woke up in the hooves of both her mothers. Beaten nearly to death and damaged emotionally beyond compare, the teenager no longer wanted to go blindly into life. She wanted to know everything and why. Finding out that her tribe filled with many different families had been hunted this way for decades. The stallions backpacking for this location had been after them forever, causing casualties left and right to both sides of the field. Never realizing that was what happened to the hundreds of ponies who once lived with them, only about 80 remained. Growing stronger now with determination, her bones and fur were only a detour to the pain they would feel in time.
Always wondering why she never died, Pumpkin Vine was soon to wonder for quite some time to come. On her 20th birthday, this pegasus was given her very own set of special weapons, (Whip and Sword) along with her Queen's right of cast. Gazing over them and finally earning her place within the land, Pumpkin knew she had to do something to make her remembered as one of the greats. Like the Queens of the past, each and every one of them had something special about them worth remembering, what was her special thing she wondered.
Going out on her first battle mission and successfully killing the enemies on sight, Pumpkin soon began to get the hang of this fighting thing. Surely it was a swing there and a bash there, but she was no rookie any longer. Slaughtering the stallion who she remembered to be the leader of the group that beat her up as a child, Pumpkin soon took her place among the Queen's of the Amazonian tribe. Getting her dog tags changed with a bow at her hooves and a title at 28 for saving the race from a poison attack by distant minotaurs, Pumpkin Vine shed a tear. She was the leader now, and this time, no enemy both big or small would stop her from protecting her race of ponies. Getting dog tags from the Princesses themselves, the small plates as like any Queen of the tribes, spelled her name, birth date and rank in amongst her own. Like others before her, this meant a unison of understanding and peace among Equestria, and understanding of a sisterhood for many years to come.
TD And Five Year Passing:
Through getting her tribe ready for their youngest members initiation and move up into the ranks, one in particular had Pumpkins attention. Smiling and cheering them on, she was sad that she would have to miss out on the fun. Finally finding a mare that could fight up to her standards, it was hard for love in this tribe when you were a leader. Keeping their secret love affair hidden to not allow the question of favoritism, it didn't take long for everypony to find out. At first, Pumpkin assumed they'd be mad, but thankfully so, they rejoiced. Getting married to a mare named Cocoa, the dancing around the flames lasted for a week as the place celebrated their culture in peace. Saddened that she had to go to figure out what was going on in Equestria, Pumpkin said goodbye that day and promised to be back again soon.
Setting off on her journey to follow something she thought would help give her some clues on the world's situation, Pumpkin Vine left everything behind. With a raven as her guidance, the amazon took off towards more heavily populated areas. Flapping each feather in unison, the winds felt off course, constantly bringing confusion to what was happening around them. Worried on the storms approaching, rain could only mean the start of something worse. Heading through the cities around Van Hoover, it seemed the trades between cities was awfully big this time of the year. Uncertain as to why a place would need so many first aid kits and weaponry, Pumpkin landed to learn more information. Upon landing however, news of cities in the south being brought down by dark creatures had the locals rather frightened. Aiming to find out the cause, Pumpkin Vine tried to reassure the ponies of this land. Whatever they thought was out there, she was certain the princesses of Equestria could handle.
Lifting back up into the sky, her next venture wouldn't be for quite some time as she headed South towards the other side of Canterlot and its relatives. Widened pupils watched as dark armies swarmed the nation in rapid succession, attacking everything and anything that stood in their way. Deciding on rising higher, it didn't take long for her to notice a security troop already heading their way. Noting this, it would seem that the princesses sent soldiers to fight back. Nodding with a smile, her mind had been made up as she lowered herself to the action. With an odd collection of fighting styles from her tribe and fore-mothers, Pumpkin pulled her black banded sword from its sheath in the nick of time. Slicing through a Chimera and back kicking what she was sure was a bug like creature with a small pony's body, the more she fought, the more seemed to come.
With the soldiers confused by her entrance and no longer caring as long as she was on their side, they had each others back. Sword in mouth and a screaming warrior call muffling through, fate had almost appeared to be on their side as some of the dark forces stepped back. Grinning and chasing after them in low flaps to the ground, the sound of a whistle could be heard when the amazon skidded to a stop. Cocking her head to the side and listening closely as Equestrian soldiers ran passed her for the chase, a gasp of air left her throat at the sky above. From one whistle to a million, sharpened and deadly arrows had been shot from the creatures of the sky. Slicing into soldiers left and right, some were lucky to have gotten off with it stuck in their shoulders or legs, while others dropped from a head and heart struck attack.
Dodging what she could and breaking arrow tips from downed soldiers to stop their pain from worsening, the warrior pegasus could tell things were extremely bad. Assuming that this was only a small army and thinking that the princesses had sent them off in every direction, Pumpkin Vine grabbed a dead soldiers helmet before slipping it on for protection. Not seeing a leader for this group of soldiers, the mare flapped her wings and brought herself to try and talk to these stallions and mare's while the dark forces tried to re-approach, the arrows stopping temporarily. Even from a distance, those hearing Pumpkin Vine would be able to tell her thick accent was not from around here, however she was sincere in her speech.
"Ponies and allies alike! Now is the time to think! What do we have that they don't have a lot of! Magic! We have fliers! We have earth ponies! And we have creatures with strengths of their own! SO dont you dare give up hope, for you represent the princesses of the sun and the moon, YOU Represent EQUESTRIA! Grab a partner, work as a team! Lets bring them down!"
With cheers from the troops in need of a boost, Pumpkin turned towards the forest and the creatures that had multiplied within seconds. Knowing a lot would die, her hoof raised to signal shots to be fired.
"Hit them with your best shots! Fire! Levitate something into them! Blast them with a paralyze spell! Put them to sleep!"
Charging with wings open wide, Pumpkin and the troops behind her had moved with vengeance and the strengthen of a thousand. From each fire breather to magical blasts shooting in each direction, the sounds of screams and shouting was all you could hear for miles. Leaping up and tackling a few changelings, kicking their sorry butts felt easy at first, until they multiplied like rabbits. Surrounding her and draining what they could, Pumpkin Vine shook down to her knees in a cussing manner. She had not wanted to go out, not like this. Hoping that her tribe back at home would be safe, a stallion in golden armor had appeared out of nowhere as the bugs around her sliced in half by an odd spinning weapon.
About to thank the white pegasus and noting a minotaur behind them, Pumpkin moved into action. Shooting her whip to his left horn and swinging herself to throw her weight on top, the soldier she saved had no trouble helping her to defeat this creature of darkness. As one seemed like a difficult yet successful task, finding more of them growing larger in size heading their way, Pumpkin aimed towards a new tactic. Needing a new plan, the light colored mare lunged towards a dark shadowy figure in the mist of the war when something struck against her rib cage. Gasping and falling to the ground, it seemed the arrows were back in full swing from above.
Breaking the tip and incredibly lucky to not have it hit her heart or major organs, Pumpkin tried to stand before wincing in pain. Trying to push through the agony, dodging arrows had not been so easily done the second time. Getting hit by another in the leg, she repeated the technique, pushing forward with a limp towards the dark figure in the middle. With glowing eyes, her body had been lifted as a voice broke through to her mind.
'You chose to help these ponies although they are not part of what you stand for. You and those mare's will pay for your interference.'
Finding herself unable to breathe as though something was choking her, Pumpkin dropped back to the ground. Blacking out from the loss of air to her lungs, the amazon stayed unconscious through the rest of this battle. With creatures assuming she was just another dead body, she was left alone as the war continued to break out.
Waking up after some time, her eyes were greeted with horror. Everywhere around her, bodies could be seen slaughtered across the once vibrant grassy field. The smell of blood and carcass filled her nostrils a Pumpkin tried to move. Wincing at the realization that she was injured, the pegasus tried to flap her wings to stand. Limping and not getting very far through the mess, the burnt orange eyes were down in ultimate sadness. Thinking that voice was just a dream yet not wanting to take any chances, Pumpkin's wings lifted her up into the sky.
Heading home to her birthing grounds, Pumpkin was met with more destruction everywhere she went. Unsure who had won and just wishing to see her tribe safe, she landed with a shred of hope. Moving slowly passed the trees and finding that dreaded feeling return, by the time she reached her family's huts, there had been nothing left. Panicked and running through the obvious tear splintering pain, as leader of this tribe and family of 200, finding nothing and no one alive, had the mare finally breaking down in tears. Her tribe and family, the ones that specialized in combat and focused on a peaceful lifestyle, were all gone, forever.
Staying here for some time by herself, even she knew that she could not stay here forever. Needing to move on, the broken mare continued to walk for miles, hoping and praying for a safe location to heal and rest in peace. Eventually finding New Hayven and collapsing at the gates, it didn't take long for ponies to pull her inside for safety. After healing there for some time, Pumpkin tried to speak to the leader, telling him of her ventures and how her experiences led her here. Offering to help for their hospitality, she knew there was nowhere else she could run. Wishing to teach these ponies her ways so that they might be able to defend their lives, it wasn't long until she found herself feeling almost at home..almost.
Thoughts on war: We should keep our heads down until we are prepared enough to help and our numbers have grown.
View on Camp Future: We should stay and do our best to build out the mountain caverns, its safe and well hidden.
View on Camp: We all need to pull our own weight, our rules will keep us all united and alive.