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Post by Artistic Pineapple on Jan 17, 2019 7:49:05 GMT -6
Reija Aodh | Smuggler
Reija sighed when the pegasus mare was called back by the flamen. It was definitely going to be a challenge to get her away from her duties for too long, but she gave Fumio a reassuring glance. The shade of the storefront was a nice place to rest for a moment and she offered her bottle of tea to him with a silent smile.
Her mind churned over possible options. The flamen was blind, which meant his hearing was sharply acute. He would be able to detect the pretty slave by the bell she had to wear, an obstacle Reija had not faced before. However, the child that accompanied him was also a seeing-eye guide. We would have to separate them to be most effective, The old mare mused with a turn of her ear.
A musical distraction would give them a chance to steal the mare away for a short time, perhaps long enough to offer her escape. The next step would be to remove her collar, no doubt, but they would need another body to put it on in order to convince the flamen that she was still there. Her brows scrunched with the effort of thinking, Reija decided it was better to plan back at her home instead of here. A rather large group of horses had gathered and the crowdedness was becoming too much for her anyway.
"I think we've helped as much as we can for the day," she murmured to Fumio. "Let's go home."
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jan 17, 2019 10:34:20 GMT -6
Gunvor
Pit-Fighter | Aodh
"Kid, get off the ground.
Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting." Gunvor, the thing about them was that they were designed to be protective; it had been something instilled into their very being, their very design. They hadn't been paying too much attention to the conversation going on around them, golden eyes studying their Master -- no, Elune, how they hated that word -- with an intense gaze.
Turning towards the Slaves remaining around them, Gunvor only nods their head, a silent way of excusing themselves. Though, they do spare a soft, but gravely, "take care of yourself, would, ya, Camielle"; nothing more and nothing less. Large strides carry them over to the smaller Hippocampus in no time.
They don't say anything. The large mass of a Pit-Fighter makes their places next to the Artisan, averting eye contact with them both as they steady their stance -- nothing too intimidating, not like they weren't already intimidating to begin with.
The Pit-Fighter would bide the rest of their time here, situated next to the Hippocampus; a silent statue next to Elune, only moving when the Artisan decides it is time to call it a day.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 17, 2019 12:15:24 GMT -6
P h o e n i X
☀ Aodh | Servile Slave ☀
 "Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."
~John Ray ☀
Phoenix brightened a bit at the affirmation Lexi gave her. Whether the child was playing along or being genuine didn’t matter, it just stroked the slaves' ego. She nodded her sleek head because of course, Lexi was indeed too good for this. All of Iscah’s family were. But here they were, working side by side. She followed the child's gaze towards the pile of rubble she had been initially rummaging through. The mare nodded at the girl’s announcement, and the gradient teke started around some pieces of rubble.
“Of course, Lexi. I will let you know if I find anything interesting at all.” Which, to be honest, was completely relative to who was looking at an object, but it didn’t matter. It was obvious shimmering pieces of broken glass didn’t really interest the girl, so Phoenix would clear stuff like that away without another thought.
Pieces of rubble were moved from the piles one by one, dusty debris dumped into the carts until they needed to be dragged away and replaced by an empty one. And even those empty ones were soon filled to the brim with all the horses working together to clean up. So destroyed was Valore, but it would be rebuilt better than before, Phoenix knew. As the slave picked up piece after piece, depositing it nearby in a cart, she did as she promised. She looked about the fallen ruins for anything interesting, but like before, it mostly just ended up being pieces of broken glass or dust covered painted plaster.
Finally, when that pile was dealt with, save for the lingering powder that created a film on the ground, she turned to another one close to where she was working before. Ugh. What tedious work. And her painted hooves were getting all dirty. She would need a bath later. Looking towards Lexi, she called out, “Have you found anything interesting yet, Lexi?”
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 17, 2019 21:08:42 GMT -6
Y U EFemale | Servile Slave | Aodhian
The child was distracted, perfect. The small pegasus mare gave a small weak smile and touched the others shoulder in a gentle affectionate gesture. Rona had so much to learn. "There is young one. Silence." Though as the Flamen addressed her, her large ears rolled forward, head never lifting above her withers. With a weak smile, bell chiming softly as the group turned, Yue searched the gathered for Fumio and the black mare she had tried to help. Yue couldn't go back to her now, her master had told her it was time to go... Ears swiveled back a bit, eyes moving to the ruble and helping Tiresias find their way around it.
Her bell chimed effortlessly around her neck, signalling each step and movement. It was genius what the Flamen had asked. The bell was perfect. Pressing close to their side, Yue was so grateful to be leaving the hustle and bustle of the gathering behind. They had done what they had set out to do. But Yue was looking forward to the quiet and calm of the sanctum and they couldn't walk fast enough for her to get there.
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Yue's first outing! She has left now!
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 17, 2019 21:35:25 GMT -6
O P H O SMale | Commoner - Actor | Aodhian
Head tipped, thick dark ombre mane cascading over his neck as wings fluttered and quivered at the compliments. He loved getting them back. "Ah, Elune just as masterful with your words as you are with the brush! I am here to inspire, enlighten and rejuvenate those giving their muscle and sweat to restore our precious city!" Hoof rose to swing out, gesturing to those moving the ruble and debris. While I may not have the strength and gusto as those around, surely being surrounded by compliments, songs and positivity could help somehow!" He smiled and winked to her, watching a large pit fighter move to her side. "My my, what a magnificent creature. I take it he's yours? Mine is attempting to make friends. He's a bit more timid but he's coming along. Will be perfect soon enough!" The actor slowly dipped his head and smiled wide. "Well Artistan Elune, I must flow with the rivers of energy and make my way forward. Should you ever need a muse or a model in the future, please, do not hesitate to beckon me. A pleasure as always my darling." With a magnificent bow, Ophos started forward.
That was until green flames caught his eye. With an eyebrow raise, the pegasus glanced towards Darling. "Darling, I'm moving over here. Do keep an eye out. Don't get lost now." Then with elegant steps he moved closer to the black equine with fancy robes. He was having trouble placing this one... That was until he caught sight of the others face and nearly stopped dead in his tracks. "Well, and here I thought the famous Artisan Milan couldn't get anymore majestic!" He spoke with a charming smile, stopping with grace before the other. "What a stunning upgrade. It's nice to see you out and about." A soft bow was given in greeting, excited to find out more.
Obviously.
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 17, 2019 22:23:06 GMT -6
CAMIELLEA soft "Oh" was all the pied chestnut could manage, gaze resting on her hooves. Had she really been that sheltered? She must of heard about it and just forgotten, surely. She just wanted to find somewhere to hide. Too many horses had been surprised, or shocked even, that she hadn't known. What an embarrassment. Her anxiousness to leave heightened as Gunvor murmered their goobyes, and she watched their back with worried eyes. She didn't know anyone here. Well, she knew their names - Cody and Damian at least. Reija was leaving, and the blue pegasus as well. Cody seemed sad, after talking about their old family. "I'm sure they miss you, too." She offered hopefully. What else could she say? "I didn't realise there were wineries so close.. What was it like? Working there I mean." Her ears titled forward curiously, and she hoped she hadn't contributed badly to the conversation. She chewed her lip, realising she'd neglected to answer Cody's first question. "I-I've only known Ruby since being here. She bought me back from being a labor slave."WC: 179 | Post #4 |
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 20, 2019 21:36:25 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
 They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Still Lexi did little to help with the efforts. A few of the pieces she picked up made it into a cart or two, but she quickly grew tired with the activity. It was too tedious of a task for her. She didn't even clean her room; why would she enjoy cleaning this other horse's mess? By the time the slave turned around to speak with her she was lounging against a half-crumbled wall, dark wings relaxed at her sides to soak up the warmth of the sun. She was fidgeting with a small shard, the only thing she'd found of any interest, looking utterly bored.
"Nah, nothing much. Just this bit of a shard," her teke lifted it slightly in the air, before tucking it away into the small pouch attached under her right wing. "It'll at least be worth something. I guess you didn't find anything either, huh? Ah, well." She let out a weary sigh, looking around.
She wasn't quite ready to go home yet - her tutor had been on her tail lately about a particular book she was supposed to be reading. It was particularly boring. She had thrown it off the Golden Bridge, but he didn't know that yet. Instead he just kept asking what chapter she was on, giving a disbelieving 'ok' to every lie she gave him. He couldn't really do anything to her about it (God forbid anyone punish one of Litlith's children), and they both knew it, but she had grown tired of answering the question.
The filly watched as several horses began trickling out. A lot of progress had been made, no thanks to her, but there was still so much to do. Many slaves still hung about, from their own free will or their masters command, either one. "Do you know any of them?" she gestured broadly at the horses with brands and bridles. "From your time as a labor slave?" She watched one, a champagne paint, smooth-talking another slave. She gave a laugh under her breath. |
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 21, 2019 8:45:33 GMT -6
P h o e n i X
☀ Aodh | Servile Slave ☀
"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."
~John Ray ☀
Phoenix wasn’t entirely surprised to see Lexi lounging about. The girl didn’t seem too interested in cleaning, and frankly, neither did Phoenix. But she didn’t have much of a choice. And it was the right thing to do, but it wasn’t like she could patronize the girl, so she didn’t even mention it. Nodding her head delicately, she looked at the shard the child held up, it wasn’t unlike the ones she had thrown out, at least from her perspective.
“Unfortunately not.” Phoenix admitted, watching the girl heave a sigh and look around. After a few moments, Phoenix also looked around, noting who had come, who had gone, or at least trying her best to do so since she really couldn't do much horse watching while she was working. But finally, Lexi spoke up again, and Phoenix turned to look at her Mistress’ sister once more. With the question in mind, she turned to look about at the other slaves. It was a fair question, but unfortunately, it wouldn’t be one she would be able to answer to the effect Lexi was possibly looking for.
“Personally, no, I don’t know them. It was a rather distressing time, so I mostly kept to myself and did as I was told. Some of them...I think I recognize, but all I wanted when I was a labor slave was to get back home. To your sister. I’m sorry if that isn’t the answer you were looking for.” Pale face dipped out of apology, before turning towards the smooth-talking slave. She yearned to be the one being spoken to like that, but she most definitely would not speak such a thing out loud, though her face might likely betray that yearning. After a few moments of watching, she looked to a nearby rubble pile near Lexi. Part of her thought to continue, and part of her figured she ought to continue to entertain the youth while the girl was still here.
“Would you like to go say hello to them?” The girl asked softly.
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jan 21, 2019 16:10:49 GMT -6
The speed with which Darling's attention diverted to his master at the call might have stood him in poor stead had the horse he was flirting with been particularly interested in his attention to begin with. They weren't, which led him to believe they had something wrong with them in some way, so he didn't make much of an effort to recover from the sudden shift in his focus. In fact, he wasn't overly sure that the slave he'd been trying to charm had particularly noticed which he decided was just affirmation that he was too good for this particular creature - they clearly did not know how to appreciate the finer things in life.
"Of course, Sir!" he called back obediently. "If you will excuse me, as much as I wish I could I cannot stay," he purred, taking the opportunity to extract himself from the presence of an ingrate in a manner that wasn't so abrupt as walking away. His departure was barely, if at all acknowledged, and Darling flicked his tail. Yes, he had certainly been wasted on the other. If they weren't going to fawn over him then what was the point at all?
It seemed that Ophos wasn't going as far as he had first thought and whilst his first instinct was to immediately return to the pegasus' side, Darling supposed there was no real need for him to be there. He certainly didn't wish to risk interrupting his master's conversation, and Ophos had given him permission to mingle with the other slaves. It probably wasn't appropriate for him to immediately gravitate back after such a gracious gift of freedom. If Ophos began to move again he would be there in a flash, but until then he might as well try his luck again grace another horse or two with his presence.
He'd caught a glimpse of a lingering look at him earlier, a distinctive pale-faced, bat-winged pegasus that was easy to pick out from the crowd once again and now he watched her over his shoulder for a moment. Should she look his way again he wouldn't break eye contact, and offer a small smile and incline of his head. Yes, she was certainly a pretty thing. Beauty deserved the company of beauty, did it not? It was the presence of the unbridled child that kept him picking at some of the remaining smaller piles of rubble (he still had to maintain the guise that he was helping out after all) instead of approaching her immediately. He knew the look of deference with which the feathered pegasus was regarded and he was not so foolish or disrespectful as to approach and flirt with a slave right under the nose of a master. Still, he could give her a look of silent invitation. She was welcome to come to him, should she so desire (how could she not) and have the freedom to do so.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 23, 2019 10:28:02 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan looked visibly spooked when he was suddenly joined by a very flashy pegasus. Milan had been too focused on his own thoughts to even notice their approach, and now he blushed, feeling a bit akward and cornered overall. He hadn’t expected anyone to pay much attention to him.
Even the green flames died out.
“Oh yes. They are quite… Nice”, he managed to get out, trying to recompose himself while lowering the fabric away from his face. This made his small, red antlers, and the scaling that now framed his face much more obvious. He felt self-conscious and pulled the fabric around him tighter to further hide what lay underneath it.
“Ophos, isn’t it?” Milan then said, squinting at Ophos and thinking he recognized them from the acting stage. He had never been a huge fan himself, but some of his cousins were, so Milan had attended with them.
“It’s fairly recent. I’m still getting used to it, I guess”, he went on with a half-truth. He didn’t really want to display his fins, but he felt like if more attention got pulled his way, they’d end up being revealed one way or another.
His eyes threw a few sideways glances at the other people milling about, not that there was anything wrong with Ophos’ company in of itself. It was more that he hoped he wouldn’t be the center of someone’s attention right now.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 23, 2019 10:42:59 GMT -6
DAMIAN
”Yes, I’ve been in the Palace”, Damian replied readily enough. He hadn’t had the chance to spend terribly much time there, being a fairly recent purchase of Lilith’s before it… It all went down, but he had certainly seen the Palace.
“It’s very beautiful. Easy to get lost, however. I must admit I rather prefer the smaller Villa, it feels more like a home. But the Palace is absolutely magnificent to visit, if you get a chance you should”, he went on, smiling at Cody and then adding helpfully: “I think there’s a Sanctum on the lower floor of the Palace now, I’m sure you could visit it with your owners sometime.”
After all, many owners were, in his experience, quite happy to let their slaves worship, especially if they worshipped Ignacio.
He then looked at Camielle, feeling a bit sorry for her. She looked worried, especially after the pit fighter they had arrived with, left.
“Oh, you’re with the family then, too”, he said, smiling at Camielle: “If you’re with Lady Ruby, I mean. One of Lilith’s children. I’m sure we’d have met eventually, although I spend most of my time with Geremia.”
Maybe they could be friends? Damian felt almost wistful at the idea, especially after losing Ramiro.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 27, 2019 19:45:03 GMT -6
LEXI
Aodh | Commoner
House Soleil
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you Lexi shrugged her dark wings. "I suppose you couldn't know everyone anyway. There were a lot of y'all put into the Dark District," she replied, little semblance of empathy in her voice.
But for as apathetic of a show as she put on, the pegasus filly wasn't so oblivious. Lost in thought she had followed the slave's gaze, bringing her back to the paint stallion - the actor's slave, as far as she could tell by the brief interaction between the two that happened as they watched. But when she had looked back to Phoenix, considering saying something else, she caught the briefest look of longing. The words gathering at the back of her mind were replaced with a new thought as the mare looked quickly away from the other slave. Lexi smiled, looking between her and the stallion. The look he shot their way did not go unnoticed either.
It wasn't a particular desire to play matchmaker, or cause mischief. It was simply that there was nothing more pressing on her mind, and the Soleil children so enjoyed being the cause of things. If she could say this was her doing, though really she had little to do with the look shared between them, she would gladly take the praise.
"You know," her voice smooth, "I think we should go say hi." She righted herself, and began walking towards Darling. "Come on. This fellow looks like he could use some company."
"Good evening," she said, approaching the servile slave. "I see you are here with Ophos, yeah?" She laughed. "He's something else."
"My name is Lexi. And this is my sister's slave, Phoenix," she introduced them, making no effort at subtlety as she stepped aside, casting a painfully exaggerated, obvious look between the two.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 27, 2019 21:57:21 GMT -6
P h o e n i X
☀ Aodh | Servile Slave ☀
"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."
~John Ray ☀
Phoenix nodded at the child’s comment. Indeed, every slave in Aodh had been torn from their masters and mistresses and shoved in a situation none of them were prepared for. She didn’t envy labor slaves at all, though she did pity their situation. If only they had been better pit fighters or servile slaves. If only they tried harder perhaps?
When Lexi had seemed to actually want to see the other slaves, it was somewhat surprising to Phoenix. She hadn’t expected Lexi to really be interested. But alas, she was wrong! At least if she went over there, she’d have someone fawning over her, even if it was a stallion. Her heart was for females only, but males definitely knew how to sweet talk! She smiled at the young girl and nodded. “As you wish, Lexi.” And since they were going over to talk, her movements were more fluid and flirtatious, not unnecessarily careful since she was no longer cleaning.
She paused slightly behind yet next to Lexi as the child greeted Darling, and she admired how smoothly the girl was able to chat up a stranger. Phoenix briefly smiled towards the back of Lexi’s head fondly, before her eyes went back to the stallion. She fluttered her long, black lashes slightly as Lexi stepped aside and introduced her, yes, Lexi actually introduced a slave! It made Phoenix’s ego swell like a giant balloon.
“A pleasure to meet you.” She offered the stallion a stunning smile, eyes lidded ever so slightly to add to that flirtatious air about her. Ophos, huh? Phoenix felt like she recognized the name and could possibly use that to her advantage. “It’s an honor to meet you.”
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Post by buffyandbramble on Jan 30, 2019 15:05:42 GMT -6
Truth be told, he hadn't expected the presence of the small pegasus filly. He'd have been content enough with fleeting glances and the knowledge that someone wanted something from him - he'd never been picky about what anyone wanted, so long as they wanted something. Still, he wasn't one to turn down company. The filly might have been too young for him to flirt with but he could always flatter her, and she brought with her the particularly striking fellow slave. He dropped into a bow at her greeting, low enough that his face almost brushed the floor - almost but not quite. He wasn't about to mark himself with the dirt of the street. His ears pricked of course at the mention of his master and if there had been something implied behind her words he certainly wasn't about to pick up on it. "Good evening. He truly is," Darling agreed, making no effort to disguise the reverence with which he spoke of the actor. "I know few horses so fine. Apart from, perhaps, my present company." He hadn't missed Phoenix's body language or the way she was looking at him; had he been a cat he would have been purring under that gaze. To be looked at so was exhilarating. It was always such a delight to find a horse that would return his looks and flirtations in kind, especially when they were from a horse of such quality. It stroked his fragile ego with affirmations that he was good enough, desirable even to the elite, comparable in quality. He arched his neck, drawing it back and tucking his head in almost coyly as he met the long-lashed gaze and held it as he dropped his knee once more into a half bow for the bat-winged pegasus, though he kept his eyes on her the whole time. "I assure you, the honour is all mine," he purred, voice dripping golden like the tattoos upon his hide and the polish upon his hooves. "Your presences are nothing short of a Blessing from Ignacio himself. My name is Darling. Please, how may I serve you?" he asked as he straightened, making no effort to hide the layers of implication in his voice. He took a half step closer, chin still tucked in and head slightly lowered in a sign of deference. If this was what the little filly wanted then who was he to argue. He lived to serve, after all.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Feb 3, 2019 10:50:09 GMT -6
Jove
Pit-fighter
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What a strange sight it was to behold- nobility mingling with commoners and even the rare slave as all joined in to sift the rubble. Or as Jove saw it, to chat and enjoy refreshments while those who feared what would happen if they were caught standing idly still tended to the debris. Jove chanced a glance towards the street that would lead him back to Evalynn's home. It was packed and growing, like a fast moving river meeting a dam, and Jove sensed to take his chance now before there was no longer space to tread.
He slipped away from the others he had been working alongside, keeping his head low and his gaze avoidant, and weaved a path between the citizens. Not one a glanced at him, despite his size he had grown accustomed to appearing smaller when the situation called for it. At least he reached the edge of the crowd, where stragglers ether just arriving or on their way home gathered and exchanged their final greetings and sentiments. He slipped past them and set down the path for him, relief flooding him when he did not hear any voices calling after him to stop him. It had been an interesting morning to say the least, and he wondered if Evalynn would like to hear about it.
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Post #5 (Final post for Jove)
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 3, 2019 14:41:41 GMT -6
Hancock
Commoner You've got a new horizon it's ephemeral style.
A melancholy town where we never smile.
  
x | x With the lit cigarette now hanging from his mouth, Hancock found that more and more people were beginning to crowd along the messy street, chatting and laughing with each other, talking with the Flamen or the inspiring actor among them and generally having a good time. Hancock smirked at that, surprised to see the lazy citizens of Aodh so enraptured by their work. Merry moods and all that jazz. It made Hancock snort. But he merely rolled his shoulders and continued his own work, moving rock after rock with the help of those around him. He listened to their chatter but did not feel inclined to voice his own opinion or add his own words.
With his cigarette burnt down, Hancock took one more quick glance at those around him before pulling away from the rubble of the building. Brushing back his sweaty hair, Hancock sent a smile at those around him before bowing his head and turning away from them. He’d been here since the early morning, and with so many around he knew the cleanup of this area would go well, even without him. Striking a match and starting up another cigarette, Hancock waved one last time with a laugh before walking off.
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Post by TinyMinou on Feb 3, 2019 15:19:03 GMT -6
Elune
Aodh - Artisan
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Her eyebrows frowned a bit as Ophos called her pit fighter a 'creature'. They may be a slave, but atleast got some respect for them. But she ignored it. "Thank you. As yes, they're mine." A proud smile appeared on her face as she glanced at Gunvor. Elune seemed so small when Gunvor stood next to her. But she did not care for that too much , heck she even found it that it was an advantage as it immidated others. Who would try to rob a beautifull artisan when such a sturdy equine was standing beside them.
"Have a good day Ophos and may the sun shine on you today." She said as she saw the actor leave. "Yeesh how much compliments can one give?" she laughed softly. "Does he ever get out of compliments? I can't get it."
Her head turned to Gunvor. "I'll be taking a train back to my home, i've worked a lot and i'm exhausted." She smiled before speaking again "I'll be seeing you whenever you decide to come home." Dipping her head before walking off.
She walked slowly to the train station, smiling as she finally found some inspiration again. The mare knew what she would draw when she got home.
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 6, 2019 3:09:07 GMT -6
O P H O SMale | Commoner - Actor | Aodhian
The stallion could see the way the artisan slowly lowered the fabric, giving him a brief glimpse before quickly hiding them once more. A soft smile graced his lips, head tipping as thick curled mane bounced from the action. "Yes! I am Ophos. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." He bowed low and then slowly stood up again. "Well my darling, no reason to be hiding this magnificence! You were gifted these new changes for a reason, I believe if you've got it, flaunt it!" A small spin, wings out before they fluttered back against his side and he smiled brightly once more.
Up ahead however he could see a small argument about to break out. "While meeting you has been a pleasure, I must keep moving, amuse the masses and keep spirits up and the like. I wish you the best and may the sun shine forever upon you Milan." With another small head bow he glanced forward and started off. Darling wouldn't be able to loose the fabulous stallion, with his charming voice and charismatic ways. No, Ophos would forever be found.
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Ophos has taken his leave as this is his 4th post! Thank you all for a wonderful faction thread!
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 13, 2019 16:46:24 GMT -6
MILAN
He smiled, a bit meekly he had to admit, at the compliments. It didn’t really feel natural to be on the receiving end of such praise in this condition, but it would probably have been more suspicious to disagree, so he just nodded along. Milan had always thought himself quite the vocal individual, vain even, but Ophos was something else for sure.
Or perhaps his transformation had just taken the wind out of his sails to an even greater extent than he had originally thought.
And then, quite abruptly, Ophos took his leave with great flair.
“Oh, yes, may the Sun shine upon you as well”, he replied, slightly startled by the quickly changing tides of this particular individual.
He blinked to himself a few times before sighing and shaking his head. He wondered if he sounded like that to strangers.
A lot of people had wandered off since the work began, but Milan decided to approach one party that still remained. One he recognized as one of the many children of Emin Lilith – the other two he thought likely to be slaves.
There was a strange tug in his heart at the thought.
He looked at another slave as well, a beautiful pegasus with purple wings, and wondered if it would be terribly impolite to approach.
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Post by kruuja on Feb 14, 2019 21:05:23 GMT -6
VIS
Vis' proposition to partake in the restoration efforts was initially accepted by Azel, but it wasn't long before the young pegasus grew weary, and frankly bored. No matter how much the Sanctum Attendant tried to pay attention to the kindling while cleaning up a pile of rubble herself, watching the adults work was admittedly a rather boring task for any child. As Azel decided to head back home, the unicorn knew better not to stop them. Bidding him farewell, Vis was left to work in peace. Suddenly free of her abrupt, although not the wholly unpleasant job as a makeshift babysitter, Vis glanced around slightly. Many hooves were at work still, but the earlier crowd had thinned a lot too. She caught a glimpse of Ophos walking away, but what really caught her attention was the red horned equine moving closer. Their gaze seemed to be directed elsewhere, but in hopes of conversing a little while continuing to work, Vis dropped the stone she had been holding and headed towards Milan and the others. She couldn't be absolutely certain, but at least she thought she had recognized the Artisan whom she had once wished to commission before everything went to hell in New Valore. "May I?" A polite hum and smile were offered to Milan as Vis stopped her approach, turning to pick up parts of a collapsed wall that was supported by wooden beams. Her delighted gaze was quick to return to the stallion. He surely looked different from what she could recall, but not enough to make the Attendant hesitate. "Pardon me though, but you are Milan, are you not? The artist." The unicorn continued, hoping that her boldness wouldn't come back to bite her. "It's good seeing you around. Everyone here, really, but gosh, I was so disheartened when I found out about the closing of your shop. You do still paint, no?"
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 19:46:34 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan’s eyes were still on the slaves, when a stranger cut his path. He stopped, looking politely puzzled, and tried his best to place this face, but couldn’t. They did have quite the distinctive look, with the small horns sticking out at unique angles, but he couldn’t remember them in the slightest.
Probably someone who knew him through his work, then. Would make sense.
“Of course”, he replied after a slight pause. She looked positively delighted to be in his company, but not in quite the overbearing way that Ophos had been.
It was nice, he supposed. It had indeed been a while since Milan last went outside to meet any remotely new people.
“Yes, that would be me. The painter”, Milan replied, happy that his hunch about the reason for this approach had been correct. Although he had abandoned his home in the Artisan District rather abruptly, Milan had kept working, and had quite a few paintings around, finished and unfinished alike. Sometimes the inspiration just came and went, and he let it.
Him and Bale now had more than enough money to live comfortably even if he wasn’t constantly working.
“I do still paint, yes. I… I had a bit of a crisis, and ended up needing a change of scenery”, he gave the short and polite explanation, and then added: “I have several paintings I have made that are for sale now, if you’d like to browse sometime. Copies as well, obviously cheaper.”
He looked about the quieting worksite, and then went on to add: “I currently work and live out of the Oralee Sanctum, in Sol District. I live there with my fiancée.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 19:55:53 GMT -6
20 AP and 20 CS to Cody, Jove, Tiresias, Damian, Azel, Vis, Reija, Gunvor, Yue, Camielle, Lexi, Phoenix, Darling, Hancock, Elune, Ophos, Milan |
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