Fantasy MUDDY //ATERS

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[div class=title]MUDDY //ATERS[/div]
[div class=body]Story of a battle mage on the field of battle alongside her Prince as nations clash in war. She protects him as he protects their home and together they find solace, companionship and love in one another. A science fantasy love story set to war and conflict.

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[div class=title]TALLY & GALLIGER[/div]
[div class=body]The gunfire rattles her to the bone, terrifies her something terrible as it wizzes past her head and clips her ear straight off her head. Tally stumbles, staggering to the blood soaked earth on hands and knees. Barely taking the time to touch her head, unable to feel the blood on her fingers, but sees her hand come away red over mud.

“God damn it.” Tally hisses and hauls herself up with her back to the leg of Guymelef; a giant mechanical armor suit used by the royal armies on the front lines. This one is immobile, it’s pilot probably dead, left abandoned on the field serving nothing more than a shield for Tally.

In her struggle to escape the phalanx of troops moving in formation across the field, Tally had lost sight of Prince Whitaker and his Lieutenant Galliger. Tally belittles herself in a soft mutter, some guardian she was losing her charge in the panic.

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Galliger holds the prince close to himself, shielding him from sight as they hide inside the shell of an enemy Guymelef. The body of the pilot hanging bloody and dismembered from the cockpit just above them. It’s a sobering sight, sickening and a little upsetting, but the reality of war.

“Sire are you okay?” Galliger asks in a hushed voice, close to the Prince’s ear. “And can you move, the troops have passed and we must find Tally.” Galliger wishes she had stayed close, hadn’t decided to draw of the group of troops from them. It was her job to protect the prince, and his the sacrifice himself, not the other way around.[/div]

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Whitaker fought with Gally silently. Pushing him away with the frustration of ambition. He was tired of being coddled by Galliger. He liked it when Tally stayed with him, she trusted him to be able to move. He winced slightly feeling the wound in his side, he knew there was a bullet in there, but he would ignore it. He didn’t want Galliger having one more thing to bother him about. Whit pressed his hand against his right side hard, keeping the wound closed and covered.

“Yes! I’m fine” Whit hissed annoyed. He winced and bit his lip slightly to keep himself from making a sound as he shifted to the edge of the Guymelef. He glanced around and moved out of the exit and landed on the ground. He groaned softly and shook his head slightly, he tried to keep his voice quiet as he glanced around looking for Tally. He ran a hand slowly through his blond hair as his bright sea blue eyes glanced around the war torn area.​

 

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[div class=title]TALLY & GALLIGER[/div]
[div class=body]The royal family was anything but meek and Galliger wishes for once that the crown prince would settle down. This was not the time to be wondering around a battlefield where they had just lost.

Galliger lowers himself from the shell of the Guymelef to the muddy earth, boot squelching and grabs at his prince. He takes Whitaker by the arm and yanks sharply.

“Get ahold of yourself my Prince, You aren’t fine and we aren’t so safe as to be trouncing around like we own the place.” Galliger whispers but his voice is sharp and chidding, like he’s scolding a small child; and if he were honest that was what Whitaker was being. A stupid, entitled, frightened child desperate to find his nanny.

“Tally can take care of herself. Our priority is to stay hidden and flee under the cover of night. There are to many Escela soldier out here and you, my Prince, are the prize target. If they take you,” Galliger doesn’t need to explain more, simply looks his Prince in the eyes with a raised brow, he knows Whitaker understands.

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Tally patches up the side of her head best she can. It is a sloopy bandage but it keeps the blood from her eyes. Her concern now is slowly slipping between bodies and machines to last she saw her Prince.

The task is no small thing Escela soldiers patrol like ants back and forth in small waves clearing any Rosmein troops left alive. It makes Tally sick when she crosses the path of a trio taking pleasure in teasing out a slow death from a young soldier lay out in the mud. It takes everything in her not to step in, but tears sting her eyes as she prays his death comes soon and moves on.

It takes her by surprise when something hits her across the back of her head. Tally shouts in pain, stumbling to her knees unable to keep herself upright. Blood loss along with several other smaller injuries leave her weak.

Tally turns herself around to find a single Escela soldier standing above her, leering down at her like she was meat.

“You’re different than the rest,” He says in a heavy Escelan accent that slur his words together.
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Whitaker growled softly as Galliger grabbed him and whispered scolding him like a child. He pulled his arm away annoyed, he moved and stepped away from him. He started moving towards the line of trees to his far right. He was annoyed with how Galliger was almost always correct. The male usually had something intelligent and usually scolding to add to the conversation that usually made Whit look like some kind of mewling child.

"Fine." He snarled in his own immature way. He was frustrated and as usual wasn't at his best mental state. A normal person might blame it on the bullet in his side, or the murder of almost half his troops. But Whit blamed himself for not keeping his head during the battle. He should have seen the enemy coming and protected his people. In his mind, there was no one more to blame than himself in the whole ordeal. He also knew that Galliger was right about him being one of the finer pieces that the enemy could grasp, but Whit chided himself for not using that to help the rest of his soldiers survive. He said a quiet few words hoping they would reach Tally and comfort her wherever she was. He was worried about her, that woman knew him better than anyone, and he knew her the same. They were as close as sibling truly, but if he lost her he didn't know what he would do.

"This way" Whit whispered softly as he slipped into the tree coverage and winced grasping his side as a loose branch went by his side slightly. The squishing of his boots in the ground hopefully eliminated his little noise from coming backward into Galligers all too sensitive ears. He slipped back under some brush and slipped through a small hole in the trees. He found a small spot underneath a huge oak that was surrounded by blackberry thorns. It was low enough then any nearby enemy would have to look hard to see and concealed enough that the Guymleafs would miss it. He scooted lower and then slowly sat down. His mouth ajar as he panted softly from the pain still gripping his side tightly. ​