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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:41:39 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 706: Hope Team Leaders: Lucerys Participants: Ahsin, Aeshylus, Airita, Kimiko, Cin'ciri, Pel'ciri, Jasmine, Chianti, Etain, Gil, Chip, Saleh, Clarke, Newt, Cricket Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D Prompt: With as devastating as the recent months have been for their people, the holy priests of Aodh seek a way to reignite their spirits. Aodhians are good people at their heart: for every act of violence, there are those who step up to help rebuild, who continue to love their city despite her many faults. Fernos Sanctum, ransacked only a few short months ago in the midst of a riot, has erected a new monument in place of the one lost. A celebration has been orchestrated for the first showing: a celebration of Aodh, her endurance, the goodness of her people. Attendance is offered to everyone, and all that is asked of the attendees is to bring an offering with them, something small that represents themselves, be it purchased, handmade, or as simple as a shining stone. Location: Fernos Sanctum Time of Day: Afternoon You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by manabuns on Jan 3, 2019 19:47:53 GMT -6
♛
In the wake of the riots, progress had been a tumultuous thing. Rubble could be cleared away, torn drapes carefully removed and replaced with finer, more elaborate silks and heavy velvet. But it was not so easy to sow the jagged, scuttling, raking claws that had penetrated deeper than the flesh.
Lucerys had stood among the ruined, ransacked sanctum and wept at first. Great shuddering breaths and fat tears masked beneath the shouts beyond the splintered doors, hidden only just by the thick incensed lined air and despaired.
They had not just desecrated the sanctum of his lord, his god of light and fire, but his home.
When he'd pieced himself together enough to fit his mask back on his face, slightly askew, to the surprise of his attendants. They had known Lucerys felt, and was far more than the theatrics and illusions he carefully woven within the hazy smoke and candlelight, but had never seen him a hair nor hide out of place in the sanctity of his stage. He'd turned his bright eyes toward the cracked statue of Ignacio, whose sockets had been relieved of their gemstones and crowned head lay in a shattered heap upon the cracked floor. Then pondered into the empty sockets of the ancient skull carefully resting upon it's relics stand, as the hour grew late. As if they might hold something akin to the answers he would find in the statues eyes, and decided, once his emotions had burned their course.
He would rebuild, and he would rebuild gloriously.
It was tedious, and through repair the rending claws removed their talons and allowed him to heal.
Many would find it hard to not hate, to cauterize the wound rather than let it fester. Many more he wagered, would of gone hollering into the streets and demand the Chevaliers bring him justice. But Lucerys belonged to the people, and he belonged to Ignacio. Their god loved them fiercely, and he could not hate them in turn. The cosmos had gleaned to him that much in the shattered bits he still clung to as the hour grew late.
So it was with marvelous bang that Fernos lit it's temple fires, incense pouring out of it's door as the attendants went to every district to bring his people back. Lucerys went too, bedecked in his attire, candles upon his back and head held high. Come and find hope, he had implored and beguiled, through the darkness and into the light. Come and witness Ignacio's glory and be renewed.
The statue is a magnificent thing, as attendants and Lucerys pulled the dark silk covering that obscured it from view. Hewn from black marble, veins of sapphire ran rivers over withers and life-like haunches. Down and down until they winked out of existence. Bedecked in gold, great gilded lanterns hung from it's antlers, a beacon of warmth and hope. A light in the darkness. A path to follow.
An artisans pride and joy, a Flamen's hope restored. A gift for the people, filled with an unshakeable message.
They were children of fire, and fire was not so easily extinguished.
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Post by Svantanon on Jan 4, 2019 2:38:25 GMT -6
Kimiko Post 1, WC 412
Mama said that everyone was bringing gifts for Iggo. So Kimiko brought the best thing they had, something that their family’s god was sure to like. Almost everyone was getting to go, today. Aunty Assa was going to be busy, and Aunty Even said she had something really important to do, and… Kimiko wasn’t sure where Cy was… but Pel and Cin were coming with them! They wanted to bring extra nice gifts for Iggo (because he’s their dad, Pel had said) and Mama said she would take all of them, so here they were. Being young and still fairly new to the world, the kindling’s teke wasn’t nearly as strong as their cousins’, but when Mama offered to carry their present they refused, clutching it closer to them. They could do this! And besides, Mama had their own gift to carry, so it wouldn’t be fair to make her carry both of them! When they arrived at the temple, the first thing to strike Kimiko was the smell. It was warm and strong, filling the brightly lit space within. The second thing was the people. There was a lot of them, more than Kimiko had ever seen in one place. There were even other foals like them and their cousins! The numbers excited them-- surely there were fun things planned if so many people were here-- and they looked up at their mother with a smile to let her know that everything would be okay (Mama, unlike Kimiko, didn’t like it when there was a lot of people.) Unfortunately this loss of focus made them drop their gift, which the little foal scrambled to retrieve off the floor-- a smooth and shiny black stone. One of their favorites from their collection of rocks they sometimes remembered to take care of. This one was the one they wanted to give because Aunty Ev said that Iggo was covered in black scales. The rock looked so much like how Kimiko imagined the scales to be that they liked to sometimes pretend that it was a scale that Iggo had lost, and they were helping take care of it until he could come and get it back. So it seemed like the perfect thing to give. But where were they supposed to put it? By the big pretty statue, or to one of the grown-ups? They had to make sure that Iggo would be able to find it easily, after all. Kimiko wasn’t sure, so for now they just remained huddled by Mama’s side, taking in the scenery. There was a clack as the rock slipped from their teke again. The kindling scowled. |
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Post by promsong on Jan 4, 2019 14:29:21 GMT -6
| | JASMINE MONEY, POWER, GLORY POST # 1 | WORD COUNT 370 | SONG | MOODBOARD |
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he last few months had been quite hectic for Jasmine and her new "family". It took a couple weeks to retrieve Tess from the government and just when things had started to settle down, she was invited to a party. She wasn't hosting it, how good could it really be? Well, everyone had been invited, but that was irrelevant. She was the only important person there. She was supposed to bring a special something to the whole ordeal and Jasmine was at a loss. It needed to represent who she was. "Maybe I should just bring...money," she mumbled with a short chuckle. She found herself awfully amusing. Standing in the doorway of her living room, she looked across to the large mirror that hung on the wall. Her eyes focused in on the sparkling ruby necklace she wore. It represented her quite well she thought, though she wasn't about to give it up to some religious weirdos who would do who knows what with it. With a sigh, she turned around and headed for the basement. Her husband had a favourite wine, a wine worth more than all of her slaves combined. They had shared a glass on their wedding day and Jasmine had a glass on her own on the day of his funeral. But that had represented....them. And Jasmine would refuse to believe he was a part of her in any way. Most of the stuff she was surrounded by was his. Stopping in her tracks, she tried to think of at least one thing. And then it hit her. "Chianti, get ready to go! We're leaving now!" she yelled out, beginning to trot to the front of the house. She pranced into the yard and towards one of the peach trees she had planted a few years back. Taking a nearby basket, she placed 3 peaches into it and wrapped them with a cloth. "I'm a busy woman! We don't have all day," she groaned with a stomp of her hoof. While Jasmine liked to convince herself she was the busiest woman alive, she had nothing to do that day besides lounge around. Soon enough, though, they were arriving at the sanctum and making their entrance together. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 4, 2019 20:46:13 GMT -6
Gil A figure prowled around the edges of the crowds and slipped between columns which cast long shadows across his face, and incense pyres that turned his eyes red. He was disgusted, frustrated, and eyeing whoever in the crowd looked weak, not unlike a hyena. In recent days, with the determination of his fate made clear by doctors, there was little that could lure Gil away from his drug den and fight club in Harborside. This... this celebration-- Was the exception. A gift for the people. A sign of hope. Gil had sneered when he heard the attendants shout their glorious righteousness on the masses. A lie, a dark voice whispered in Gil's mind. The Serpent had never been a supporter of organized religion, and would gladly admit it. Before, watching horses go back and forth to Sanctums looking for divine intervention had amused him. Then, annoyed him. Now, it made his guts writhe. He looked them all over, these fools who were not mere months ago the same horses who stole from the sanctum. How stupid would they have to be to think this statue was for them? No, it was for the Flamen. It was for all of Fernos' attendants. To make them feel right and proper again. To lie and say that everything was fine, when Aodh had been ripping at the seams since the first brick was laid in New Valore. It was hypocrisy. And all these fools, bringing with them valuables to give in honor of this false celebration. All it did was allow the wealthy to strut like peacocks, and the poor to look with envy. And line the pockets of an already exuberant sanctum. The predator slinked around, his slitted kirin eyes falling on horses that he could read. Some responded with a confused blink as he slipped to their side, and whispered coercing words in their ears. In some, Gil's blessing made a more powerful impact. A fire flickered in their gaze, and they agreed heartily with his words. Every victim that seemed to listen, Gil focused his magic on. Whoever had the most chaos to give were the ones that he favored. He would make them see the truth-- The stallion stopped suddenly. A small, smooth black stone pinged gently across the tiles. Gil's metal claws scraped the ground at the abruptness. Gingerly he gripped it in his teke, and dipped his head to hand it off back to Kimiko. "Is this your's?" he smiled his viper like smile, and reached out to the child's wobbly teke reach. "You should best be careful with it, it's very pretty. I would hate for you to lose it somehow... you don't plan on giving such a nice stone away do you?" Gil tsked, saccharine. " If you give so freely, they'll want more from you, you know. A tip for the future." He nodded to the mother, and stepped away quickly to avoid further conversation. Even a child would be useful in his plan to disrupt the event. He'd focus that truth on the small hairy beast, and with her new conviction that the flamen's were trying to take her precious stone, perhaps she'd convince others. Gil sought more bystanders to influence. He had to choose carefully, as stretching his attention too thin would exhaust him.
WC:555 | Post #1 OOC: list of horses Gil has/will influenced (w/ permission) • Kimiko• Chip • Ashin • Pel'Ciri • Cin'ciri • Aeschylus • Saleh |
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 4, 2019 21:46:42 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
onean farmers, staying at the Palasa Sanctum
The mention of such an event began days earlier among the sanctum attendants. Too many of them, the rebuilding of Ignacio’s statue was an event worth their time and genuine interest. Though while Cricket's ears may have rolled forward when word was passed around, as well as insisting for the two to attend, neither seemed particularly eager to do so. Cricket had said himself that the scene may be fun: like the Flower Festival was fun… yet even then, back in Onea, the twins never seemed to enjoy the ruckus much past an hour. Plus, Newt was sure their brother’s head would ignite with a throbbing temple not long after even simple introductions. Yet, when Eminent Juliet insisted the two take Saleh to pay their respects where she couldn't, they weren't at liberty to deny such a request-- if they wanted their paycheck.
And so, the Onean twins’ coal-colored hooves clapped against Valore’s cobblestone with their regular off-beat gait. In par with another set of hooves that weren't their own, the unicorn slave looked odd beside them without their twin. Anxious and strange in a way that neither Newt and Cricket had experienced when it came to being too far from one another… a blessing and a curse.
If Cricket's voice came in an attempt to ease Saleh’s mood or if it was merely his common chattering personality, it seemed to lighten things when he made the effort to look over Newt’s shoulder at the boy, “I q-quite like your bridle, S-Saleh!” His voice chirped kindly. It caused Newt’s hazel, identical eyes to flick naturally to the unicorn beside them, it was hardly less than a glare and their jaw was tense, “‘cept that stupid thing in your mouth makes you look dumb.” Newt’s voice mumbled before their focus flicked forward again. “Makes you talk awful slurred an’ drunk too.”
Carrying an abundance of flowers in regards to Juliet’s-- or what would be perceived as their gift to the Sanctum, it wasn't long before the three swung into sight of the growing crowd.
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 4, 2019 22:56:00 GMT -6
Airita
Aodh Commoner [639 words | post I]
They had just arrived and Airita was already kind of regretting this. The Temple was colorful and full of horses- so many of them. She instinctively looked back at Kimiko, who was padding softly by her side. Airita still thanked the stars her daughter hadn't inherited their nephews'... Enthusiasm. Even though sometimes she wished they did. Stars above, she was a mother now. It was strange how that changed the feeling of babysitting for Asalah again. The mare smiled at the two colts who pranced ahead. " Don't go too far!" She called, watching with amusement as Pel'ciri grabbed his brother by the tail to keep him close. To be honest, if she had to be here tonight, Airita was glad she had three foals to keep her busy. It should be important to bring them here, to teach them about Ignacio and the herd's history, but... Should she really do that? The mare's eyes followed the stone kirin's curves and lines with wariness... And fear. She had been here once. She had padded in front of the old statue, had yelled at it. The statue, in turn, had moved, and it hadn't been a statue anymore, it had been him, and the Sactum had been no more, she had been surrounded by stars instead- She had never truly believed that gods were out there. Not until one had stood in front of her, in the flesh, close enough to see the light of the Starscape reflected in his scales. He had told her so many things that day. You have always been mine, Airita.Well... Was she Ignacio's too? The one hellbent on tearing them all apart if they did not leave their land? Did his love even matter, anyway? When Ignacio's children had killed so many? Evalynn... Evalynn had been so disturbed when she got back home a few months ago. She had told Airita and Asalah, of course. That text... That ancient translation, the history of what really happened in the God's War- He had done that. He and his kirins- they had slaughtered Argus' children, burned their land to ashes, and then attempted to do the same to Kaia's beloved unicorns. And now he was as good as letting his people die in the sands of Sedo just to show Alya that he did not approve of this war. Did she even want to belong to a god such as him? Airita clutched the pendant closer to her chest, touching it softly with her telekinesis. It was a small geode, the crystal inside shimmering blue, the outside carved in simple yet beautiful flame designs by Evalynn. She had received the gift from her sister just days after her blessing, as a reminder. Today, she would place it at Ignacio's hooves and silently beg him for... Anything, really. Anything that he could give her to show he was still there. That he still cared. That those words weren't just silky lies designed to draw her in and then trap her. Airita was pulled out of her inner turmoil by a soft -clack- as Kimiko accidentally dropped her "scale-stone". Rita watched with a strange sense of pride as her daughter struggled to grab it with teke. Stars, she was such a softie these days. That feeling quickly evaporated as a... Kirin, she supposed, grabbed the stone and handed it back to her. She wasn't close enough to listen what he told them, but something about the horse's posture immediately put her on high alert. " Hey! Hey you! Excuse me-!" The mare padded closer to her child immediately, pulling her closer to her body and letting an angry puff of smoke escape her nostrils in anger as the stallion disappeared in the crowd. Airita turned to Kimiko, worried. " Hey, little houseguest, are you alright? What did he tell you, baby?" |
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Post by hydrus101 on Jan 4, 2019 23:08:43 GMT -6
 A H S I N• Aodh | Sanctum Attendant •
“I once would horde children like pretty trinkets to show the world. I would polish them till they gleamed, but in their brightness I saw only misery.”
It was an odd thing, living in a Sanctum. Eventually you began to recognize the faces that appeared from day to day, searching for guidance in those hallowed halls. It was a unique experience, being able to address an older mare by her name and have her return the same kindness to you. It was familial and intimate and reminded Ahsin of home, though he supposed the Palasa Sanctum was his home now.
The scent of flowers and pollen had begun to cling to him after all these weeks and the unicorn had welcomed the rich earthy smell. It reminded him of his daughter and there were times Ahsin could’ve sworn he heard her laugher in the gardens.
The attendant was merely doing his morning rounds when the Flamen approached him and urged him to take a break. He’d barely even left the Sanctum in weeks besides his nightly commute to his sister’s home and with some apprehension, Ahsin agreed to step out.
The celebration at the Fernos Sanctum was his surest shot. He would at least still feel at somewhat at home there, sheltered beneath Ignacio’s glorious visage. To be truthful, Ahsin’s steps were slightly quicker than his usual slow, regal pace. He was excited to see the new statue.
Tucked deep in the pocket of his cloak was the attendant’s offering. Wrapped carefully in a silken handkerchief was a small polished statuette, cratered and bumpy despite the smooth outer surface. It was Ahsin’s own prayer idol, carved from a piece of obsidian his sister’s had gifted to him for a birthday present. Now that his home was within the Sanctum itself, he had no need to carry it anymore and knew it would be put to good use in Fernos.As the blood red unicorn strode through the streets, he matched his pace with a horse, er...a pair of horses, he recognized.
“Newt. Cricket.” He murmured curtly, dipping his head in polite greeting as he passed them.
Weaving through the crowd, Ahsin ascended the steps, warmly addressing the few other horses he knew by name. It was likely that his ex stepmother was in attendance, though he had decided earlier that he shouldn’t bother her during the festivities. They would reunite later, once she had time to spare.
Through the clamor of the guests, Ahsin was able to find the Fernos Flamen easily. He had never truly met Lucerys, but he had indeed heard of him. Who hadn’t, really?
Manners at the forefront of his mind, Ahsin approached the unicorn when he was no longer busy, giving him his due respect.
“Flamen Lucerys.” He murmured, his voice slow and drawling but respectful nonetheless. “It is an honor to be here. I am Ahsin Marsitide from the Palasa Sanctum. Do you or your attendants require any assistance for the celebration? I would happy to help out in any way I can.”
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 4, 2019 23:23:42 GMT -6
 ÉTAÍNShe had returned to Opulence for what felt like moments before she was summoned back to Valore - not out of necessity, though, she just wanted to make herself look good. Cleaning up after the riots was the last thing she really wanted to do - reclining at home and gorging herself on food and wine would've been preferred - but despite that, she knew being present could only better her image. The only thing she needed to do was pick up a few bits of rubble and stone, and make sure to avoid the store she stole her dagger from during the riots.
The woman clutched a woven basket in her teke, the glass contained within it clinking gently as she walked. Her offering to the shrine was some of her wine, and a jar of honey from her bees back at home. Surely the attendants and Flamen would appreciate the gifts. They weren't too pricey, but were still respectable in their own right, and products of her own efforts. Once she'd stepped inside the newly rennovated shrine, she noted a few familiar faces; Jasmine, the pretty bay mare, and Gil, who strangely seemed to have acquired scales after the riots. And a green tail. He looked even greasier than before, which she didn't think possible especially for him. Not to mention he'd taken interest in a young filly, and was hurriedly whispering something before sliding towards the outskirts once more. She pressed her ears back, face twisting in disgust. The rest were strangers to her, but she guessed that the candle-laiden horse and dark chimera unicorns were Flamens, from the way they carried themselves.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 5, 2019 10:37:16 GMT -6
Cin'ciri|Aodh|Commoner
Cin'ciri had decided that today was going to be the bestest day possible once he woke up this morning. Auntie Rita was watching him and Pel today because Mamma was out doing cool doctor things and keeping everyone safe and not hurt, and Auntie Rita told them that they were going to go to one of the sanctums to give presents to Iggdad. It had to be a super important present for Iggdad, and Cin spent all night finding the best piece of metal to paint, and then painted it in all the colors of Auntie Ev's fire (and promptly made the biggest mess possible with all the paints, but that's an issue for another time). Today the small kirin clutched his gift into his chest, like even the slightest mismovement would send it flying and he could lose it forever. Not that it stopped him from rushing ahead of Auntie Rita, Pel, and the Baby to search everything in this new place. Just as he had decided, with all the convection that a toddler could muster, that he was going to put his gift at Iggdad's feet first, he felt a familiar pull on his tail, as he turned around to see his brother. "Come on Pel," Cin cried shaking his tail in an attempt to get his twin dislodged from it. "We has to put our gifts with dad firstest before it gets too crowded."
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 5, 2019 11:31:04 GMT -6
Pel'ciri
Aodh Commoner
[395 words | Post I]
Pel'ciri trotted ahead of Auntie Rita with his brother, occasionally ducking under the bigger horses' bellies. Cin had woken up and told him today was the bestest day ever, because they were going to the big party for Iggdad! Pel was excited to see Iggdad today. He hoped he would show up! After all, the party was for him, right? While his twin had messily made a messy (but pretty!) gift for Iggdad, Pel had locked himself away in their room all night, working on his gift. He wanted it to be super special, because he wanted Iggdad to notice him. So he chose his very most precious gift... Cin'ciri's old scales. Hopefully Iggdad would like it. Whenever Cin shed his scales and got pretty new white ones, he didn't let Mamma or his Aunties throw the old ones away. When they were littleler, Cin would glue the scales onto Pel's white marks. Both brothers were sure that was were Pel's scales would grow, because if Cin was a kirin and they shared one soul because they were twins, that meant they were the same, right? Which meant Pel was a kirin too... His antlers and scales were just taking forever to grow. Pel was getting tired of waiting. So he took his precious almost-scales, and spent the night making a pretty drawing of Iggdad and himself with charcoal, then carefully glued the scales to the drawings. He wanted to give it to Iggdad so he would see that Pel was a kirin too, and that they would look really cool together, and maybe give him his antlers and scales soon. Auntie Rita called to them to not run off too far, and Pel'ciri instinctively grabbed his brother's tail with his teke. " We need to stay close to them..." He muttered, distracted. Cin made a good point though, about them giving Iggdad their gifts firstest of all. Besides, if Pel gave him his drawing after everyone else, Iggdad would probably have so many shinies and swooshies he wouldn't even notice Pel's gift! The colt looked from his brother to his aunt and back again, then nodded to Cin'ciri. " Okay." He nodded, determined. Pel didn't like disobeying auntie Rita, but he really really wanted Iggdad to like his gift. " We'll be right back, auntie Rita!" He called as he pushed Cin onwards, racing towards Iggdad's dark statue. |
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 5, 2019 16:15:16 GMT -6
  A E S C H Y L U S
It was a beautiful sight to see the city coming down to a more peaceful setting, displaying harmony with one another after riots had overrun the streets. At the time of the danger, Aeschylus was kept inside, huddling in her room out of fear of what would happen. Outside she heard the screams, the angry cries, the destruction, but inside she stayed tucked away from the dangers of the world, helpless of the world around her. All she could have done at the time was to pray to Ignacio that the chaos would cease, and over time it eventually did. Inside she cried over her lost mother figure, who had been put back into labor slavery. The dangers of her health in the working field worried her every day, and rightfully so. Even after they were allowed to purchase back the slaves, Nana CaeCae was nowhere to be found. For what seemed like a month in time, she received word from those in the sanctum that there would be a get-together, a party. A time to escape home, to escape her room when all else was quiet. Mother had brought in new slaves and old, which she didn't wish to tamper with, though it was splendid to see her old friends again.
With this she prepared what she could, putting past the sadness in her heart for the sake of the sanctum. She dressed up in her most formal attire, placing a black veil over her face to shroud what she believed to be false beauty. This was the only time she really got to use her silver prosthetics as well, designed and manufactured so that she could walk comfortably and look elegant all the while. She didn't want to disappoint her mother more than she already did by dressing "underclassed", as Mother would say. With one last thing to grab, she remembered there was an offering to give to the lord of fire. There were so many options to give that would have been appropriate, though her eyes laid on a glittering small object, which brought a tear to eyes. She grabbed it and walked out the door, accompanied by a slave to aid her in walking to the party.
When she arrived, she held a small bridle, sparkling with small gems that glittered in the candlelight. Caecilia's bridle. It almost made her cry to think about, though she wished that with this she could somehow bring her closer to Ignacio. Until then, she held the bridle close to her heart as she looked around the sanctum, seeing many attendees to the party conversing on the floor. She hovered near the doorway, taking her time to walk towards a less crowded area.
There were a lot of equines there, and for a moment she felt okay just before being flooded with overwhelming thoughts. Her eyes lowered to her legs, with her veil placed just so that her expressions were skewed from the eyes of others. When she looked back up, she watched as children pranced with glee, while some watched by their parent's side. Equines from all kinds of backgrounds gathered here, some seemingly quiet and calm, and others rowdy and loud. Aeschylus was one that was reserved to herself, here merely in honor of the sanctum's regrowth, as well as the honor of her loved one. She hadn't known many, though she did recognize at least the faces of the sanctum attendants and Flamen, however they were deep within the crowd that she simply didn't feel comfortable to go to them. Her eyes glanced over the dark statue that lit up the room, bringing a small tender smile to her face. Father Ignacio had his eyes upon everyone. He would protect her, protect them from harm, provide warmth and comfort. His mere presence in her heart soothed her, though she kept wary of those who wondered the room.
Ignacio grant me strength.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 5, 2019 19:39:02 GMT -6
S A L E H Male | Servile Twin | Aodhian
Saleh was a mess.
Having been forced out of the house without their twin, Saleh was on their own without Sontar, in what felt like the first time. Even with Newt and Cricket accompanying them, the 'kirin touched' unicorn twin felt all sorts of off-kilter. Hooves, usually light and easy, felt heavy and clumsy. They jumped at any and all sounds that seemed out of place and pressed into Newt's flank often more out of necessity then what they meant to do. After being told off for the hundredth time about not touching them, the Unicorn had all but dropped their head and walked like a baby deer ready to flee.
Only when Crickets soft enthusiastic voice cut through their anxiety did Saleh's head lift once more. Blonde hair with ombre blue tips swayed softly from the action, cascading down their neck. Ears swiveled forward before rolling back, eyes glancing to the side bashfully. "T-thanks Cric-" Newts voice cut sharp through their reply and Saleh let out a small breath, head dropping again. "S-sorry... I'm trying to sound normal..." They whispered, tensing hard as they came around the corner and met the gathering of equines. With no one to protect them, Saleh's anxiety went through the roof and they side stepped to Crickets side, pressing firmly into his shoulder.
This was too much. They needed Sontar here with them... Shaking like a leaf, the equines stepped up into the sanctum. As the large statue of Ignacio came into view, Saleh couldn't help but pause, their eyes wide in bewilderment and awe. Their god never looked so intimating and soft before, together...
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 5, 2019 20:04:17 GMT -6
 CLARKE | WAR-FORGED | AMBASSADOR
Don't you go and get it twisted forgiving is not forgetting, no, it's not forgetting.
Pleasantly intoxicated, Clarke watched the party's proceedings from afar. She had entrusted a lone pillar to bear her weight, thoroughly convinced it was more stable than the rest of her time here had been.
With the disastrous train ride and riots throwing Eithne into chaos, she had contemplated retirement more than once over the past few weeks. She missed the stability of the Forged, as backwards and traditional as they were.
More specifically, she missed her wife.
Eventually left with an empty wine glass, Clarke made her way back to the table ladened with a lavish display of both savoury and sweet items and proceeded to ignore them completely; making a beeline for the fountain of ever-flowing (and seemingly free) liquor. Seizing another glass, she tossed her head back and drank deep, no longer savouring the taste.
As she lingered at the table, she spied a kirin amongst the masses and felt her lip automatically curl back in distaste, her stomach suddenly an uneasy mass of knots. Flashes of Argus' visions crossed her mind and she almost moved to intercede as he approached Kimiko, only to pause as he merely returned a lost item to their hand and backed away.
This wasn't her fight, nor the place to have it.
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Post by redspaceboyy on Jan 5, 2019 20:42:41 GMT -6
 Chianti
Aodhian Servile Slave With a reluctant huff the young girl obediently followed the unicorn out to the sanctum with the enthusiasm as a downed deer. She was adorned in her standard party-wear that Jasmine had to practically force onto her, though neither mare seemed to put much effort in appearing fashionable for the event.
Chianti was anything but religious. The more recent events from the year only seeming to further prove so, and while she longed to return to the streets in oblivious bliss, she forced herself to at least attempt to show some sign of acknowledgement to the gods. She came to associate herself with the lesser-excited folk peppered around the room, including a curious-looking pair of conjoined twins and even the creepy old kirin snaking his way through the crowd. When he attempted to lean an ear toward her, she spat out an irritated remark and quickly moved away in favor of crowding around her newfound owner with little excuse.
With her she brought a stone she found on the side of the road on their way over. After spotting Jasmine's basket of fruit she felt inclined to at least put some effort in the festivities. Now she stood, finding some refuge from the smoke and incense that made her eyes water in complete, stiffened silence. She wasn't made to be here, wasn't supposed to be here.
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Jan 5, 2019 22:22:08 GMT -6
Gil Gil paid no mind to Airita, feeling no guilt for his actions. He simply returned the little beast's party favor, and to the spectators, that was an innocent act. He retreated to the wall once more. Here, he rested, but only for a moment. The familiar sound of scraping metal on tile made his ears perk. It was strange to hear from a distance rather than beneath his own feet. It didn't take long to find the source of the sound, and he made his move, driven by curiosity. "Forgive me," Gil said, "But I couldn't help but notice our similar situations." To make his point, Gil bowed slightly in greeting, extending his clawed, bronze appendage. "Gil." He rose and looked at this stranger, Aeschylus, through her veil. He used those few seconds to take as many details as possible. Strange, for an Aodhian to be modest and hide their beauty from the world. Or perhaps it was not beauty she hid. His eyes darted to the slave at her side, the bridle in her teke, and the scars along her limbs. Scars that mirrored his own, only the work fire could produce. Gil stashed his observations away. "My intention is not to be bold, but I'm sorry for what happened to you; I know the pain too well. It was the riots..." Gil lifted his gaze to search for a reaction. "... That took my leg I mean. Some angry commoners. Wasn't too different from the chevaliers stealing slaves in my opinion. Perhaps poetic irony." Gil hoped his calculation was right as he placed his next words carefully. This woman had a slave. She held a bridle. She would care in some way or another about the riots. How could she not be upset about this blatant erasure of the chaos, hidden behind a glorious unveiling? "You're rather lucky to have this slave with you now. The chevaliers will take them again now that they know they can, pass them on in order to build things like this frivolous statue. Then there will be more riots..." Gil tsked sympathetically. "And here you are giving the Flamens such a nice bridle when soon they'll have the whole slave."
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 6, 2019 10:53:09 GMT -6
Chip
Scoundrel
The riots had been a boon to Chip and his little Ratlings. Amidst the chaos, it had been easy to take what they needed and his little hideout now featured a collection of items others would consider useless or broken. Chip put it all to good use. His bed was luxuriously stuffed with torn curtains, some a bit singed by fire and he even had a carpet! Broken plates and chipped mugs still found use with this pegasus and although little of his hoard was edible, it still made him feel like a king. There had been opportunities everywhere and Chip had been right there to grab as many as possible.
Now that things were calm again and order restored at least somewhat, the daily grind of filling his stomach returned as well so it was with great eagerness that he overheard the chatter of the Fernos Sanctum reopening with a grand celebration which would no doubt equal free food, as long as you brought an offering apparently. His first idea had been to fill an old jar with farts, something that made him cackle with glee but he tossed the idea aside when he pondered the consequences. Chip quite liked living. So instead, and only because this was his meal ticket, not because he felt any sort of respect towards the god that made his life so miserable, he dug out the least chipped of his painted plates and brought that along.
Groomed as much as possible, even sprayed with a dash of stolen perfume, Chip still couldn’t help but pepper his steps with a few small down here and there, wings in a constant state of molting. He wore his ‘gift’ in a worn leather satchel, quite large and clumsy looking on the malnourished youngster. But the bigger the bag, the more food he could stuff inside!
Chip took his time to scan the crowd for any signs of danger, any face he might have run into in the past who could point to him as a thief, and once he felt it was safe to approach, he beelined for the table decked with treats where he proceeded to stuff his greedy little face. Soon crumbs peppered his cheeks and after guzzling down some juice, burping loudly at the end, he finally slowed down long enough to admire the statue.
Savoury treats were still grasped in his teke which be nibbled upon while frowning at the artistic marvel. Yeah, it was quite pretty but what if all that time and money had been channeled into something else? Like uuuuh geesh, feeding the poor?! He snorted and rolled his blue and green eyes as discreetly as possible, then turned back to the table, reaching for something sweet this time. At least he had food.
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Post by manabuns on Jan 7, 2019 11:36:51 GMT -6
♛
Each face that entered the Sanctum, lifted the Flamen's spirits. Sparks to ignite the great bonfire. All beneath Ignacio's mighty, consuming shadow, where they would feast and offer praise.
Lucerys moves through the crowd like smoke, forming only to greet and entertain those that newly entered, and away again. Impart a a word or three and wish them well. Those that often chose Fernos as the reciever of their prayers, knew him for his theatrics within the thick blanket of incense.
Tytus, the Flamen's large (and slightly chubby) Pygmy Dragon, who often sprawled between the candles on his owners back, was moved to action by the sudden influx of guests. Fluttering above the crowds, and skittering between their hooves the next, he finally ended at his destination. The buffet table. Sweet treats shaped in all manner of things, delectable pies and savory pastries among other things. A proverable feast for anyone with a starving maw.
And my, Tytus was hungry, starving he'd have you believe. Bright blue eyes spied the sweet that Chip seemingly had decided upon, and Tytus took it upon himself to relieve him of it. Small jaws snapped around the chosen snack, whip fast, and swallowed in half the time. Flicking his tongue at the youngster, he took flight once more over the heads of the gathered. More than likely, he's looking for his next target.
Ahsin's voice directed at him over the subtle wave of voices, turned Lucerys head from them to gaze at the Attendant. "Fernos welcomes you, Ahsin, and so do I." He greets warmly, and earnestly. Lucerys had feared for the state of Palasa in the wake of the riots, and her inhabitants. It gladdened him to see that they were still a presence in the community. "How is Flamen Tiresias these days?" He inquires lightly, the tinkling of his gilded bridle lost beneath the murmuring waves. "Enjoy yourself, that is what you can do." The Flamen laughs, bright and airy. "This is a day of celebration, find solace and peace beneath Ignacio's gaze."
He leans closer then, and lowers his voice to a whisper. "But if you're restless as I in these instances, please help in bringing the gathered to the statue, so they may lay down their offerings and give our Lord their prayers, greviences and hopes."
With that, he straightens, and with a dramatic flare of fire from his hooves, and smoke from his breath raises his voice. "My dear Aodhians." He calls, silken and sweet. "Ours has been a trying time, one filled with hardships and loss. It would not be a far stretch to say that it would falter even the strongest of us. But, We are children of fire. Our fires ignite into an unstoppable, inextinguishable inferno. Fire can be rekindled once more, beneath caring hooves." He pauses, and surveys the gathered. "We are not so easily defeated, dismayed and disillusioned. Now we come together once more, and relight the fires of those that may have been battered in the wind beneath Ignacio's grace. Give them, and us the strength to continue on, and celebrate the love we share for one another. Celebrate that we are rebuilding better than before."
The fires beneath Ignacio's statue ignite, in no small part thanks to Lucerys and the attendants of Fernos blessed with Ignacio's fire, illuminating the dark marble statue and it's veins of vibrant azure, more brilliantly than before. At the base, safely nestled from the flames was an altar, where already a few of the sanctum attendants had left their own offerings. "Come place your offerings at his hooves, and be blessed. Tell us what Aodh means to you, and how your offerings represent yourselves. Our Lord would know you and your true self."
Lucerys moves to the side then, stands glittering and benevolent beneath the statue, as he waits for the first to come forward.
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Post by kaiyacksoda on Jan 7, 2019 13:21:13 GMT -6
Newt & Cricket
onean farmers, staying at the Palasa Sanctum
At the sound of their companion’s hardly audible apology, Newt’s ears went lax. Their hazel eyes flicked onto Saleh for long enough to puff out a breath of exertion and then continue forward. A gesture to brush off his unnecessary “sorry” with a particularly dull roll of their eyes. Though, if anyone were to take the posture as anything less than arrogant, rather than relieving, it would be a long shot.
Swinging into a vision of the party-- the crowded space and decorative, overly-lavish Sanctum-- made the twins’ step stall and hitch. The festivities were daunting to a pair that was not much more equipped to handle what was outside of a farmer’s regiment. Open fields, it didn't seem, were ever as difficult to converse with, and when a familiar face paused to nod a greeting, neither of the two offered any sort of welcome back.
Newt gathered a breath and contemplated turning back to make up some excuse to Juliet for slipping out early-- they could merely drop her flowers and go. Yet, Cricket, with a nervous flick of the eyes toward his twin, bumped Saleh kindly on the shoulder and stepped forward. “Food o-over there!” His voice echoed quietly with a particular lightness. Cricket’s gaze lingered on the buffet table only a moment before the unfamiliar Flamen’s voice cut the air and their focus was pulled to an assortment of flames.
The Oneans’ posture tensed and shifted backward at the overexertion of fire and the Flamen’s powerful words. The scene was quite heavy, and the two felt a particular unease regarding their disinterest in Ignacio. To them, Kaia’s presence would be much more suited toward celebration.
While their brother's eyes ignited the same way the flames did-- genuine surprise or perhaps a tinge of discomfort at that heat-- Newt was no more eager to place a bouquet where it could be burned, and they scoffed. They made no effort to step forward or engage any further with the social scene, yet Saleh’s apparent admiration for Ignacio’s stature caught their eye. It made the frown.
“You ought to go up there, now then,” Newt muttered as hardly a smirk threatened to pull at their lips. They knew the slave was too timid to step forward alone, yet a tease was all they could do to lighten a scene that otherwise made their skin itch.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 7, 2019 17:12:02 GMT -6
Cin'ciri|Aodh|Commoner
Cin'ciri happily had been making to the front of the sanctum when Lucerys called out to the surrounding crowd, and the kirin child stared in awe as the statue of Ignacio was basically lit on fire. The ground around the kirin lit up in sparks as he bounced up and down happily, trying to recreate what he just saw Lucerys do with his own blessing. Cin batted his twin's side with his own side as the Flamen called on everyone to place their offerings. "Come on!" He whisper-shouted, shouldering another horse that had just been staring. "We have to place our gifts first."
The kirin bounced up to the front where Lucerys and the other sanctum attendants stood, sparks still flying around Cin's hooves, as he went to place his gift right in front of the statue of Ignacio. "I made this just for you because it looks like fire and you gave me fire, and I wanna says thank yous, and you're the bestest evers." Cin took a deep breath after his run-on exclamation before looking over to where his twin was. "Ok Pel, yous next!"
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Post by redspaceboyy on Jan 7, 2019 21:27:20 GMT -6
Chianti
Aodhian Servile Slave While Chianti had little interest in the partaking of prayer and worship, she dumped her rock down by the statue. When the thing crumpled up, she realized that it was actually just a hard clump of dry mud with which she laughed at. But like much of her laughter in recent times it lacked emotion, and was cold and clipped. The young girl's eyes turned to the statue of Ignacio, and her eyes narrowed.
"Where were you when they needed you?" she whispered, ignoring the searing heat from the flames that coiled nearby. Her eyes turned to the embers, staring into the fire with a quiet expression. "Your children are dying, Ignacio."
Then she turned away with a 'hmpf,' though it lacked the same snootiness that Jasmine often carried with her. Chianti had searched with little excitement for the location of said mare, and when she couldn't find her amongst the mesh of coats and pompous apparel she retreated to a cooler section of the sanctum.
She spotted what looked to be a scoundrel at the buffet table, and her heartstrings tugged with longing at the mere imagery of it. A smile even dared show its face as the dragon snatched up the foal's snack, but the moment was only fleeting and she was looking off again for something to occupy herself with.
Chianti was way too self-conscious to dare talk to another from a different herd, so her eyes quickly skimmed over the Onean farmer(s?) and their accompanying servile slave. The creepy kirin guy was still slinking around the area, so she kept herself at least fifty feet from him at all times. Eventually she had circled all the way back to the mighty statue of Ignacio, unamused in her observations as the wealthy soaked up in their own worship. Somehow that was possible.
"This fuckin' sucks," she grumbled bitterly under her breath.
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 7, 2019 22:37:15 GMT -6
Pel'ciri Aodh Commoner 520 Words | Post II
Before the brothers could get to the statue, the strange, foggy horse (what were they called again? flares?) spoke up. The Flare spoke big words about Iggdad, which had Pel tilting his head at him. Why was he speaking so weird? Cin'ciri seemed to be thinking more of the way the Flare had made fire appear beneath Iggdad's hooves, so he happily did the same. Pel, distracted, jumped a little at the light close by him. The surprise faded away quickly however. Cin had always been able to do it, it was a perfectly natural part of his other half.
And then he yelped in pain.
They had been so close together, and they were both kirins, so Cin'ciri didn't really worry about burning his little brother. Except the pain in his leg was very much real. Pel jumped away from his twin, shaking his front leg until the glow had faded away. It still hurt really really badly though. Pel'ciri thought back to all the times Mama or Auntie Ev or Auntie Moonie had pulled him away from the forge, where Cin liked to sleep, or how they only let him play with charcoal and ashes, never when the fire was on. Were they... Were they right after all? Was he not a kirin?
Being a kirin was... Such an integral part of his life, Pel felt like the ground had opened up and there was nothing to stand on anymore.
He wasn't a kirin.
How could he not be a kirin? He had ALWAYS been one!
Except he hadn't. Not ever.
Rubbing his tears away with teke (was it just about his leg now? The wound was throbbing and he desperately wanted to rub it against something cold, it hurt so so much!), Pel'ciri realized he had dropped his drawing. He choked back a sob when he noticed one of the sparks had hit the edge of his pretty picture, and grabbed it, hitting it against the ground to make the fire go away. Some other horse passed by him to offer their gift, but Pel'ciri didn't mind. He unfurled the closed paper, and stared at it, dismayed.
One edge of the drawing was singed off, alongside one of Iggdad's antlers that had been there. Some of the scales had gotten loose from when he hit the paper on the ground to make the fire stop, and the paper itself was all crumpled and weird from the force he had used when grabbing it.
It looked awful. Not that Iggdad would want it anyway, since he wasn't a kirin... Was Iggdad even his dad after all?
"Ok Pel, yous next!" Cin called, looking back at him.
Pel held the drawing close to his chest, one leg up because fire did HURT, after all. His eyes were full of tears. "I... I don't wanna..." He muttered, before turning his back on his twin and limping away from the statue as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face, towards the table where there were food and drinks. He really wanted something cold to put on his leg.
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Post by Svantanon on Jan 7, 2019 22:44:31 GMT -6
Kimiko Post 2 | WC 345
Kimiko hadn’t expected for there to be a helping force to beat them to the scale-stone, and a bright smile spread across their little muzzle as a green kirin returned their offering. The kindling nodded enthusiastically at his chiding. Yes, they would be very careful! Their glowy-grabber wasn’t very strong yet, but they would keep using it until it did-- “I would hate for you to lose it somehow…”Kimiko’s expression fell from enthusiastic cheer to unsurety, before finally twisting into a look of horror. They… they hadn’t thought about that. This stone was a present for Iggo, and, and the grown-ups were supposed to help give all these presents to him. Th-that was what Mama had said… They never thought that the grown-ups might be plotting to steal all the gifts for themselves?! How could they be so mean!! Not just to them and Mama, but to Iggo, too! They noticed Mama getting mad at the kirin, and figured it was because they weren’t really supposed to talk to strangers and had broken a rule. But Kimiko could scarcely even worry about getting in trouble over that when there were far greater things at stake. As Mama pulled them close and asked what he said, Kimiko turned to look up at her with wide, worried eyes. They were still learning some words and didn’t really remember everything the old guy said, but the feeling was still there. Lucerys addressed the attendants before the kindling could try to articulate their newfound fears, and suddenly everyone was walking up to the statue and giving all their presents. Presents that were supposed to go to Iggo. Presents that the blue-horned man was going to keep all for himself, and nobody knew!! Wait… Pel did! Pel was running away with their present! Good! But why was Cin still going?! “Nnnno!!!” Kimiko declared as they plopped down on the floor, nestling the rock into the fluff between their forelegs as they all but shrank in on themself.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 7, 2019 23:10:26 GMT -6
S A L E H Male | Servile Twin | Aodhian
Why did there have to be so many around? Why wasn't their brother allowed to be here? Saleh felt the anxiousness and anxiety eating away at them, even as Cricket seemed to shield their form. This strange feeling of not having someone to protect, their other half, was more alarming then Saleh could have ever guessed. With Crickets gentle bump, the smaller servile side stepped and blinked. "Y-yeah... Lots." They whispered, trying to give a weak smile. That was until the Flamen's voice drew their attention to the base of the large statue.
Saleh stared up at the fine details with more awe then they thought they showed. The way the towering statue seemed to almost become alive was incredible. As if they could paw at the flames and dip there head... The young unicorn didn't even notice when the Flamen had stopped talking, seeing only the flames licking at the stone hooves. Newts comment made the servile tense, eyes darting to them almost pleading for them to do it instead. But they knew how stubborn Newt was and wished to not have an argument in such an open and joyful place. With a solid breath, Saleh took the flowers with their teeth, getting one of the twins to place the jewelry on the curve of their horn.
Hooves stepped uneasily, shakily, up the steps, placing the offerings at the base, before the leaping flames. The flowers were laid down gently, head then tipping to allow the metal and gems to slide down their own gemmed horn to rest softly on the ground. They bowed once to the statue, offering a soft prayer, before frantically walking down the steps, back to newt and cricket. Yet the young unicorn of course tripped in their hurry and with a gasped yelp, they rolled down the last few to rest with their chin hard on the stone floor and legs in all sorts of directions.
Of course they were the fool. Head lifted, shaking it once as they scrambled to stand and get back to the twins side, limping. Head was low, tears of embarrassment pricking at their eyes.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 7, 2019 23:50:54 GMT -6
ÉTAÍN So the Flamen was blessed, she mused tartly. He sure loves to perform for his audience. Despite her uncertainty towards the bicolour Flamen's obvious display of vanity, she moved forward, watching and waiting to place her gifts on the alter beneath the grandois that was Ignacio's likeness. She liked the lanterns that hung from his horns, they were pretty. Some of those might do her nicely back at home. Some children were the first to move forward, squirming in their eagerness to offer the first gifts to the sanctum. Her brows furrowed as the second foal of the pair - a dark, pied colt - suffered some sort of burn. The poor thing had probably been too close to the flames, and the woman watched as their drawing caught alight. Wait.. Why hadn't their twin gotten burnt? They had been closer to the flames than their counterpart. Narrowing her eyes against the smoke and glare, her gaze settled on the scales on the foal's back. Kirin. Great. As their burnt twin rushed away from the statue, she could only wonder where their mother was, and hope they dealt with the child's wound quickly.
Apparently everyone was suffering at this holy gathering, and she shook her head with a quiet sigh as a unicorn slave tumbled down the steps, rushing back to who she assumed was their master like a scolded puppy. The pitched voice of yet another foal reached her tipped ears, and she flicked her tail in irritation. Why were there so many unhappy children? And gods, why wouldn't they shut up? They cried about "Blue" taking a scale away, and she glanced over towards the Flamen. Didn't they understand that Ignacio wouldn't actually take their gifts? What else was the sanctum supposed to do with them, other than take them? Studying the stallion's smokey apparition, she pursed her lips. What was his name again? He hadn't even thought to introduce himself. Pompous prick, she snorted. Walking up to the idol, she drew the honey and wine from her bag, placing them with a gentle click on the inside of one of the statue's cloven hooves. Stepping back, she gave a satisfactory nod and withdrew back into the crowd, fabric swirling around her as she moved. Having spotted the table of refreshments, she made her way there.
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Post by hydrus101 on Jan 8, 2019 14:11:48 GMT -6
A H S I N• Aodh | Sanctum Attendant •
“I once would horde children like pretty trinkets to show the world. I would polish them till they gleamed, but in their brightness I saw only misery.”
“Tiresias is well, they send their best wishes.” The Attendant replied with a short breath and a smile. “Repairs on Palasa have gone smoothly thus far. Let us hope it will stay that way.”
With the last few words the Flamen whispered out, Ahsin nodded gratefully and turned to weave his way through the crowd. Before he’d even gotten a few steps away, a blast of heat hit his back and he turned, eyes widening at the glorious display the Flamen had created. His words, rich and flowing like the wine at the nearby tables, poured over the crowd, and for once the crowd was somewhat quiet. As Lucerys finished and the fires underneath Ignacio’s holy statue bloomed like roses. The entire show was beautiful and all Ahsin could of think was his children. Oh, how Mercurri would’ve loved to see this. Turning back to the crowd with determination in his chest, Ahsin set to work on guiding the multitudes up towards the statue and its altar. He would place his own gift later.
The unicorn brushed past many different horses, Aodhians and slaves alike, and it made his heart swell to feel such a strong sense of purpose, of community. He passed by a table laden with food and the horses mulling around it, noticing the unique coats and outfits the horses wore. As he began to circle back to the statue, a lot of different things happened at once.
Perhaps it was from years of minding seven children, but Ahsin’s ears were incredibly attuned to the sound of crashes, bangs, wails, and sobs. When all four of these noises happened within a few seconds of each other, Ahsin was there immediately. The crash and the bang had been from someone falling down the steps. A slave by the looks of it. The attendant had barely even taken a single step towards them before the other was able to right themselves and scurry off, so Ahsin turned his head to the other sources. The first was a kindling sobbing for some unknown reason, but the foal’s mother was right nearby, so the problem was likely taken care of. In the confusion, Ahsin had lost track of the third source. His pale eyes roved over the crowd before the sound of sniffling sounded to his left.
Craning his neck around, the unicorn’s gaze settled on a small foal limping his way across the floor. Now further concerned, Ahsin moved over to the child slowly, doing his best to keep his voice low and calming. “Little one, are you alright?”
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jan 8, 2019 22:01:35 GMT -6
 A E S C H Y L U SAodh | Commoner
The glimmer of hope in her eyes seeing Ignacio’s wondrous image rebuilt again was dropped the minute she heard the sound of clanking on the floor. It wasn’t her own legs that were doing that, and soon she realized who it came from. She turned to look at her slave with a worried expression, before looking back at this complete stranger. He bowed to her in a seemingly polite manner in the beginning, to which she dipped her head in return as to not disrespect him. He was a child of Ignacio after all, cloaked in scales and long golden horns. However, his visage surely did not match the beauty of his scales and antlers in the slightest. Gil. It was a simple name, yet held something to it. There was something about him that felt off-putting, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. Maybe it was just her overreacting, though she wasn’t too sure anymore. “Aeschylus.” She responded to him quietly, her voice being one to cause others to lean into her to hear her. The conversation seemed quite alright, granted the odd greeting.
Then he spoke again and spoke of her legs. She turned her head down, her cheeks becoming hot over the topic. It flustered her greatly to hear them being talked about. Her back hoof shifted uncomfortably, quietly tapping once against the polished floor. He spoke of how he lost his leg, comparing it to the loss of slaves. The bay felt sympathy for him, however, she never could blame what happened to her solely on one person. Ignacio chose to bless her with a challenge, to have her face trials in life that she never thought she could. And now here she was standing in a crowd, being prodded by this odd and awfully personal man, too personal for her taste.
Her eyes turned up to him beneath her veil when he began to speak once more, prodding her with thoughts she didn’t want to think about. Tighter she held onto Caecilia’s bridal, a treasure to her that was supposed to be better in the hooves of Ignacio. Subtly she tugged on her robe to cover her burn marks, wishing that she could have fully covered them. An absolute disgrace. That’s what she was.
She turned once to look at the slave beside her, who looked up at her with worried eyes. The pegasus mare attempted to comfort her with a look in her eyes, though it wouldn’t be enough. Mother loved this slave, she was a kind slave with an apparent forgetfulness to the world. Something had happened to them in a tragedy, she recalled, and her family had brought her in to serve and to be fed and housed. It was the best they could do for her, and yet for some reason, she constantly looked on the verge of emaciation. It saddened her to see, and to have this random kirin coming up to tell her that Caster could be taken away was quite upsetting. She noticed that the slave stuck close to her side.
She refused to believe that this man was right, though her mind fought with her over it. The battle in her mind brought tears to her eyes, which spilled over slowly down her cheeks. A knot in her throat caught, making it hard for her to speak. This wasn’t good. She needed to get away. Aeschylus raised her head slightly to try and seem like she was sure of herself. “Don’t talk about my slave that way. And please let me be to mourn my lost one.” Her voice cracked with a notice of sadness in her tone, shaking as she tried to sound as strong as her mother usually was. She couldn’t even do that. The sound of the Flamen thankfully spoke up over the crowd, to which she turned to the smaller slave by her side. “Come now, Caster.” Her voice was soft towards her as she moved forward, taking her time to walk forwards. It helped to use her teke to use her front legs, allowing the clanking of the metal to plot against the floor until she was a safe distance away from Gil, and closer to listen to the Flamen. When she was still she wiped her tears away, looking up at the statue to dissuade her thoughts about losing her slave, and of the death of Caecilia. She prayed to Ignacio that he take away her grief and protect her loved one’s soul. Her eyes fell over the children that were giddy and impatient, running up to the statue with their items. The mare cringed at the cries and stumbles of the children, feeling awful for the children. Once they took their turns and there was an opportunity, she walked up to the statue, making her way at her own pace with Caster by her side to aid her. The pegasus tucked her wings tight to her sides, moving to place the bridle gently at Ignacio’s feet.
Something stops her, her eyes well up, burning with liquid as the flames warmed her chest. The licking of fire reflected in her blue irises, illuminating against her metal legs and neckpiece. Why did she hesitate? She loved Ignacio, she wanted Caecilia to be closer to him, so why did she stop. It puzzled her, and she thought of the words that Gil spoke of on repeat.
"And here you are giving the Flamens such a nice bridle when soon they'll have the whole slave."
The appaloosa shifted her back feet before gently dropping the bridle into the fire. It was out of her hands now, into the hands of the Fire Lord’s grand eminence. She bowed her head to the statue, flipping her veil up to whisper a small prayer before turning to smile and nod towards the Flamen. Once turning back around she flipped her veil back down, moving away to allow the next equine to enter Ignacio’s divine presence. Her heart was filled with conflicted happiness and saddened for the loss of her mother figure’s precious bridle. It was for the better, though. Caecilia would be closer to Ignacio now, and that’s what mattered most.
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 9, 2019 23:14:09 GMT -6
Airita Aodh Commoner 500 Words | Post II
Before Kimiko could reply, the Flamen stepped forward and begun to speak. It was the usual sort of thing she heard from in these temples, words that would normally soothe her fears and calm her heart. As it was, however, Airita simply stared at the fire beneath Ignacio's statue, internally begging for any sign that what she heard was either not true (but when had her sisters ever lied to her?) or that there was a reasonable explanation for this. She supposed it would be too much to ask of him to just pop up whenever she felt any doubts. But were he and his people responsible for the single most horrifying fact of history known to Hireath? Why?Cin'ciri was rather excited to place his gift in the altar, and Airita huffed, amused, as she and her daughter watched the colt go forward with sparks dancing around his hooves. Kimiko seemed agitated, and Airita turned to soothe them somehow. She was interrupted by a yelp and a sob, and by the time she looked back to the twins, Pel'ciri somehow had managed to get both himself and his gift on fire. Oh. Ohhhh. Oh no. Asalah would kill her. For over a year, the sisters had tried their best to keep Pel from figuring out that he really wasn't a kirin, first because it looked adorable and later because they figured they had waited too long and Pel finding out would just hurt him. Asalah had intended to sit down with him when he was a little older... In a position to understand and not just feel upset about it. Well. Crap. " Pel--!" She called, already beginning to reach to her child to come with her (the place was awfully packed after all) with her teke- “ Nnnno!!!” Airita jumped, for a split second worried she had somehow broken the baby. Nope, she seemed fully intact. She hadn't even touched them yet... “ No! Give Iggo! Blue will take Scayl away!” Oh. Double crap. Tamtrum. Okay, okay. She could do this. She was their mom after all. Even if Kimiko didn't actually do these a lot-- not this loud anyway. And never in public till now. Oh, were the horses around judging her? Wait, no, this was about her baby, not about Airita, dangit, and Pel was still hurt-- In the seconds Airita took to reorganize her thoughts, another horse moved towards Pel'ciri. Oh, gods, please let this one not be a creep, she begged. " Hey, hey baby, it's okay." She called calmly but firmly to Kimiko. " The gifts are to Iggo, yes, but Iggo calls horses like Blue to take care of this Sanctum, which is his and for him. He'd just be doing the same for the scale! Besides, Iggo will probably come by later to get it himself. Iggo trusts these horses, and so should we!" She smiled at her foal, but she needed to hurry. " I think Pel got hurt. Maybe we could go check on him?" |
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Post by inke-ri on Jan 9, 2019 23:32:49 GMT -6
Pel'ciri Aodh Commoner 385 Words | post II
Still clutching the drawing to his chest, Pel let himself fall to the ground by the table with foods and drinks. He was afraid of looking at his leg, but when he did, it didn't look so bad. But why did it hurt so much? He'd gotten hurt before, playing with Cin, it's normal when his brother's antlers had already grown and they tried to spar with each other (without the swooshies because Mamma had taken them away), but Pel's antlers hadn't grown yet so Cin's would cut him sometimes. But the pain of the fire was worse because it didn't fade away, it just kept throbbing and hurting. He knew Cin would follow him but for once in his life, he also kind of didn't want him to, even if he really wanted his brother close too at the same time. " Little one, are you alright?" Pel'ciri flinched, not recognizing the voice. He just knew it wasn't Cin or Auntie Rita, so he considered being not polite and ignoring it. The Speaker was an unicorn, and he seemed kind of kind, and worried. The colt vaguely saw that Mop looked almost like she was crying, and Auntie Rita was worried, so the idea faded away as he decided he'd be strong so that Auntie Rita could take care of Mop. Mop was the littlelest, well, besides Icarus now, but still, she was littleler than him and Pel liked to make sure his littleler cousins were happy now that he was older than them. (Also, his leg was still hurting a lot.)
Pel'ciri refused to look the Speaker in the eye, but tried to choke back another sniffle. "My brother... He can do fire like Iggdad and like the Flare, so he did it too because he was happy, except the fire hurt me, but I'm a kirin too because he's my twin and we're the same, so it shouldn't hurt me, but it did and it's hurting... A lot... And Auntie Rita is worried about Mop because she's the littlelest and I want her to make sure Mop is okay but it's still hurting..." He hadn't intended to ramble like that, usually being a quiet little colt, but the hurt was hurting and he really wanted it to stop. Maybe the Speaker could help... |
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 10, 2019 9:15:00 GMT -6
Chip
Scoundrel
“Hey! “ was all Chip could manage as his sweet treat was suddenly devoured by a fat flying lizard. The Scoundrel’s face scrunched up in agitation and he was briefly tempted to storm after the ugly thing but heck… the table was overflowing. He snorted instead, glaring at the pygmy dragon and slowly unflattened his pointy ears. There was more than enough food and drink to share, but a lifetime of having to fight for his food made it difficult to relax. He turned his back to the crowd and his focus to the food, ignoring any who looked at him. They could think whatever they wanted and they could judge him for all the cared.
The Flamen’s loud words had him turn to watch the spectacle which was impressive, even if Chip didn’t want to admit that. Reminding himself that he was supposed to deliver the gift and therefore at least appear to be a good subject, Chip stared at the statue and flames in awe, jaw hanging a little slack. Experience told him that a scrawny kid with big bulging eyes gazing upon such splendor as the marble statue was received very well. Such a poor little thing, here to pay his respect to the Lord of Fire. How good of him.
Chip fell in line with the other visitors, keeping up his charade. He didn’t for the God of Fire or his statue or his Flamen but he could certainly act the part. Kids shrieked, a tantrum was building, some poor enslave sob fell and hurried off with his head bend in shame, and Chip kept a careful mask on his face while giggling gleefully on the inside. Bloody good show, maybe the whole event would end up a terrible disaster and he’d have a brilliant story to tell the Ratlings. Hum, with a bit of embellishment he’d have a brilliant story none the less.
Slinking forward, clearly in awe and humbled by the massive statue, Chip dug out the chipped painted plate, some sort of flower work running along the border, and set up upon the altar. He bent his head and moved his lips, appearing to pray to the god above him and finished with a deep, respectable bow. He kept his eyes low, backing up a bit before turning and trotting off, letting someone else share their junk. Chip headed straight for the food, of course, and while everyone was still so wrapped up in the stupid gift delivery, he casually filled his bag with food, snacking too. He was heading straight for a food coma no doubt but it was a small price to pay for a good nights sleep! Oh, and the reverence from his Ratlings once he showered some of the treats on them.
Word count: 462 | Post: #2
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