The Battle of Fire & Ice

[Mouse]

I just wanted to write this out for fun-its my version of the battle between Fire and Hero.. I've been having a lot of muse lately and it's sort of overflowing now. I apologize in advance if I have your character do something that did not happen it will be mostly about my characters but well yeah enjoy and feel free to add in anything.


He had finally done it. He had lost his mind. Hero had thrown all his plans out the window. He had not even bothered to secure his mares. He marched his army through the night towards Fire's territory. The stars were bright but not as bright as the moon. Pageant ran, tripping every once and a while. There had been no body to stay back and hold her prisoner. She had to get back to the herd before Hero reached them. She needed to warn Fire and the others. She raced over a hill; forgetting to breath as she reached her homeland. She was too late. The battle had begun, chaos was everywhere. Her blue eyes landed on Fire. She took a step forward but wait there was Flame-no Flint- Fury- the twins??? She was torn. She saw Payton battling beside Trace both fighting for their lives.

Kumasaka was not nervous this was what she had been trained for the last three years. Hero had held her back and turned looking at her "whatever you do make sure Pageant is dead" Kuma had nodded. Here she was standing the chaos. There was familiar faces all around everyone she had grown up with. She watched Jeopardy and Sting run some of the younger horses off. Then she froze Sketch had found who he was looking for; Flame. Her heart began to pound. The stallion was handsome he had grown from when she last saw him. She forgot her mission as Sindhi began to tag team with Sketch. No, she thought as she raced forward her momentum sending Sid flying back “what are you doing?" He screamed at her. "Get your disgusting hooves off him!" She growled. Sid reared up his hooves raking down her back. Kuma held her ground remembering her training.

Pageant jumped back as a horse bowled into her “Fire!" she screamed but he couldn’t hear her. He was fighting with Hero. She lost sight of him getting all turned around. She suddenly noticed the two horses circling her it was the mares Tear and Devil. She took in a deep breath. As she backed up she begun to run they were on her heels. Her legs didn’t seem to want to go any faster. She was already exhausted from the journey here.

Hero reared up gasping for air. Fire teeth had torn at his face and punctured his eye blood dripped into mouth and nose making next to impossible to catch his breath. He was blinded blood was everywhere and he didnt know where his enemy was. He reared up pushing the red stallion back and giving him a wide birth. Hero was dying he had to get out of here. He looked around with his blurred vision. Dagger and the others were on their own. He raced towards the trees.

Page did not thing she could go on any longer. Suddenly up a head there was ravine she cleared followed by Tear. Devil was not so lucky as she tried skidding to stop only to fall face forward her leg snapping followed by her neck. Tear stopped and looked down at her sister "No" she screamed turning back toward Pageant still running a head "your dead!" she pushed forward. Pageant wheeled around reaching a clearing not able to go on she reared up hitting Devil as she rounded large tree. Pageant grunted as she reared up over and over hoofs crashing onto Tear until you could no longer recognize the bay mare. Page screamed looking down at what she had done- she had never killed anyone before. Pageant crumbled to the ground sobbing.

Hero heard the scream and paused besides the clearing "Not bad for an outsider" he growled still obviously in pain. He had managed to rub some blood off his good eye on the leaves. Pageant looked up still crying “what have I done?" she whispered loud enough for Hero to hear. “Oh sweet mare" he stepped towards the mare. Pageant stood up numb to all that was around her. Hero stopped in front of the mare as she looked at him with tear filled eyes " don't worry it will be okay" Pageant stopped crying long enough to ask “it will?" Hero grinned "yes nobody but us has to ever know about this. This will be our little secret." Pageant nodded she liked that idea. “Come now mare I will protect you" Pageant nodded almost in a comma like state. She followed the stallion.

Kuma whipped around kicking up with her back hooves landing a hoof to Sid's chest. She began to run into the trees leaving the stallion in the dust. Her ears perked at the sound of a scream. Pageant she thought as she began to gallop towards it. She had seen Hero go this way. By the time she reached the clearing it was too late the bay mare laid dead. Kuma heaved a sigh Pageant was dead. She had no time to mourn the loss of the mare who had taken her in Sid was close behind as she got lost into the tree.

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It was still dark as Hero collapsed into a field far away from the battle. He had left his sons and Dagger on their own. Hero fell fast asleep not able to even think anymore. Pageant stood nearby grazing watching over the stallion. He woke with a start a few times shivering and running a high fever. The bay watched him nervously as she folded herself around the stallion.

Hero began to heal slowly with the help of Pageant who seemed to have lost herself. Hero wanted to mold the mare into a silent weapon well she was in such a vulnerable state. He began with beating the mare; Pageant would turn to the stallion "Hero your hurting me" and Hero would respond with "no this is was Fire will do to you once he finds out what you did. Pageant you’re a bad mare. You’re a killer. Nobody can ever love you again." Pageant began to change every time she thought of Fire she began to relate him with pain. She became cold and distant. She was a monster that Hero had created even he did not know the mare would go that far.

He began to test her out using her as bait for other bachelor stallions and well they let their guard down she would kill them. The sweet Pageant was lost forever.

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Days past into weeks followed by months, for a long time it was just Hero and Pageant. They talked a lot and it was times like that Page realized that Hero was just another stallion well a rotten one at that.
“So tell me Pageant who are you? You know about me” Hero asked on another long day or doing nothing. Pageant looked up from the grass. Who was she? She wasn’t really sure. She paused mid chew “just another outsider mare” she replied coldly “I know that” Hero growled “I mean where did you come from” Pageant rolled her eyes “my mother same as you” Hero turned his good eye towards the mare “Pageant” he grumbled flatly. The mare thought about it a moment longer “I only remember the fire that tore apart the forest we were traveling from. My father Aldair and mother Sierra were kind and loving to me” Hero seemed to be deep in thought “Aldair?” he asked. Pageant nodded slowly just barely able to picture her handsome father. “A tall bay stallion?” Hero asked flatly. Pageant was shocked “how did you know?” she asked “Back in the old lands I was adopted by a stallion and mare named Aldair and Sierra after both my parents were supposed to be dead. Aldair was a high ranking stallion he worked along Heilig however he was more worried about his pregnant mare so before the battle he took off. Heilig declared him a traitor and if he ever returned he and Sierra were to be killed” Pageant looked at Hero with yeah right look “please Hero don’t make up such ridiculous lies”
“ I have to say you look nothing like a Dalt but neither did Aldair I suppose; he was always a tall slender stallion” Hero was looking Pageant up and down. “I’m being serious Pageant”
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More time passed after that and soon Hero ran into Sindhi who had been out scouting. Sid was shocked to see his father alive. The two began planning nobody was to know about Hero other than Sindhi,Pageant and his new outsider recruits.


Okay you guys must tell me what you think of Pageant turning to be Dalt all along?? She’s my favorite character and I am tired of her being the only outsider in the group…

[Captain Stumpy]

That would be awesome if pageant was all along.
Doesn't mean everyone should get to know all at once
would be good if some of your new strath guys also new about her bloodline, and could slightly mock dagger/ivory for not knowing

[Mouse]

Lol well I was going to have nobody know for now but Hero and Page since hero won't tell fire for the fact he would like him to continue to believe he's in love with an outsider mare

[Captain Stumpy]

also good Peril kinda became dalt the same way she wasn't originally a Dalt character, just gave her mum & her a nre history

[Mouse]

Yeah I always wondered about that I didn't remember you creating her from the start as one from the beginning

[Captain Stumpy]

This is Peril's (and mums) Dalt heritage
created when Hero & Peril got together

In the mountains and Valleys far away Carabree was born another healthy filly for the Dalts to be proud of. She was born into a age old war. This war of the valleys had already claimed her older sister and brother. Little scuffles and regular herd moves kept the filly on her toes. She lost her father next, he was a leader of a Band of Dalts who didn't live with the main herd, At that loss her family group moved to join the main Dalt in the Vally.

The Pure group of Dalt horses were welcomed by old comrades, Carabree's Mother Aunt and last remaining Sister fitted in perfectly, they told storys to others of the Strath vermin. Carabree got a oppertunity to play with foals her own age, life was bliss.

She was 3 years old when the war hit her, she was off playing with 2 Dalt colts and and a filly her own age as well as her yearling half sister away from the herd. All but the colts were naive of the closeness of the war, they played in the wooded clearing till dust had truly set in. It was then the winds brought a change to Carabree's life, Out of the treeline stallions attacked without warning the Colts defended themselves well but the filly was grounded and slaughtered right beside Carabree, her little sister was the next to scream her last fear and lack of training she bolted narrowly missing a deathly kick from the older stallions. One colt defended himself till the moment he fell the other grasped his oppertunity and chaised after Carabree.

She didn't stop till her heart was thudding out of her chest, and nore did the colt. He called to her when they stopped 'we have to go back!' those words eckoed in her dreams years later she mearly shook her head and bolted away some-more.

Of course the loyal Dalt colt returned and told the family of the slaughter and of Carabree's cowerdes. It was decided then Carabree was to be caught and punnished. Leaving was unacceptable and she would have to learn it, Carabree was 7 years old before the Dalt found her again, beside her stood her beautiful bay son mearly a week old and the spitting image of herself. the death of her friends was nothing more than a memory of her past life and though the arival of Dalt worried her seeing her family again would be good for her son. She was brought to the Dalt not in chains but a willing member of the family. but when she got there she new it was bad news they hadn't forgiven her.

More terrible to her was that her mother and aunt had passed away and her sister no longer remained in the main herd. Though Dalt where all conected she didn't feel like her family were there. She was marched to the lead stallion of the time, he took one look at her half-Dalt son and ordered his death. Carabree screamed but she was small, held back and let to watch as dalt stallions reared and crushed her first and only son, She was broken that day but Dalt leader wasn't satisfied. 'How could you produce such filth?' he rawred at her 'How could you do that to the Dalt and dare raise your voise when we fix your mistake?' He rawred more insults than the mare could take in, then eventuly kicked her hard in the knee, at first she fell buckled by the blow and pain, then she was left the Dalt stallion and his men left her there to fester alone.

Of course Carabree raised her head and body but the blow was crippling for years she suffered in silance, she was mother to afue Dalt foals but never anymore that nessessery she endured the corting of meny dalt warriors and said hardly a word. She watched as more Dalt where born, she assissed in watching them more like a grandmother as age caught up with her. she hadn't foaled in 3 years when she got pregnant by another Dalt stallion. While she was still in her first month of pregnancy a warrior came to her and told her of the death of two of her daughters and her grandaughter. unable to cry she mearly walked away, still hobbled by her knee, but at least the stallion that inflicted it was dead and buryed. She looked back 17 years old, 10 years after the death of her first son she was determined again to leave and get her next foal to safty. She left again abbreviating her name so she would be harder to find, she introduced herself as Bree, even to her new pure Dalt daughter

"Your life will never be without Peril, it seemed the only fit name to call you" She said to her pure white infant. but life was to cruel, she was ill and thin when she gave birth, she searched for a herd with another mare and foal with her little Peril at foot. those wonderings brought Peril to the feet of Bree's enemy. Luckily to Bree she was not recognised by the mercenerys or the Dalt present and given a swift exit from life at 18 Her daughter grew up knowing the life of a Dalt slave instead of Dalt. She was not taught to hate and fear Strath or taught of her homeland and heratege.