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Post by loveboxer123 on Apr 8, 2019 9:57:15 GMT -6
WORDS HAVE TEETH A private rp between Avocado and Taend Place: The Frozen Horn
Time: A little after Chapter 7
Summary: Ava has been missing since Grigori was taken. Everyone thought she had died to the claws of a wild animal. Ava says otherwise. |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Apr 8, 2019 9:58:31 GMT -6
= A V O C A D O =
"And no one escapes this place. So you’re gonna die anyway.. ."
WC: 416| Post #1
Her brain screamed at her to move. And she did.
She had been running for what felt like forever, a chase across Onea that left her right back where she had started. The silverwood welcomed her, threw off her pursuers as it threw her off all those weeks ago. The pony mare was bleeding heavily, new cuts across her body dug in by animals and ropes and the slave traders who nipped at her heels like dogs.
Saying the wrong thing had always gotten her in trouble. And it did yet again. She said the wrong thing to a stallion and suddenly, on a walk around the woods, she was attacked. Kept captive with rejects from her own culture, she was forced almost to the border before cultists assaulted the group and Ava was able to take off, but not without pursuers. Those who still wanted the little unicorn to sell, even as the King shut down the slave trade to create more laborors. But the traders didn't know. And as such, she was pursued, up and around Onea. The little unicorn had finally found her way to the Silverwood she had been caught at, kicking up dirt as she ran as fast as her legs would allow.
Her hooves struck cobble, and suddenly she was in Skeldr Town, a place the traders would never enter. She finally slowed to a stop, her legs shaking from adrenaline. Night had fallen like a blanket over her, and she wanted desperately to slow, to drop where she was and sleep. But she couldn't, not until she was in a building. The slavers were like wolves, and they wouldn't hesitate to pounce on her. Her trembling legs turned on a familiar path, one she had stormed down what felt like years ago.
The door was locked. She hit it with her shoulder, once, twice, before it broke open and she fell through onto the floor. She scrambled rapidly to her hooves, swaying, before she kicked the door close, twisting to wrap the chain around the lock.
She wasn't going to make it to the back. She trembled, walking forwards. Safety. She was safe here. She could rest. A little further. Warmth welcomed her to the forge, the door left open, a fire still smoldering. A shuddering gasp left the unicorn, as Ava fell in front of the fire, her muscles burning, blood dripping to the floor and bubbling in the heat of the fire.
Home. She could rest now.
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Post by Spectre on Jun 11, 2019 15:44:27 GMT -6
T A E N D
❅War-Forged | Stationary Merchant❅
 He hadn't seen her since that fateful night.
The final words he had said to her were filled with hatred and venom. All the apologies he had wanted to speak would never be spilled. She was gone, all because he had acted out in rage.
If only- If only- If if IF
He had mourned for weeks. The fire in his eyes dimming as the days went by and hope flickered out. He held onto that foolish hope. Praying to whoever would listen to return his sister to his side. His kin in everything but blood. Not even Wintera's companionship could sate the ice that filled his veins.
He became apathetic, working himself to exhaustion.
Tonight was no different.
He had gone to front only for a brief moment, to see the workers off before he returned to his forge. Sweat and ash becoming his constant companion. Pelt pile moved to in front of the hearth in a vain attempt to beat the back the ice in his bones.
As soon as the staff left, Taned made a turn to return the forge, lethargically walking down the hall.
His breath caught at the sheen of peridot- She's here. She's safe. She's ali- NO.
Fake. An illusion. His mind trying to fill the void she left behind. The realization made a tremor wrack his bones. He just wanslits her back.
He had to dispel it.
With a trembling step he walked forward, intent on just brushing his muzzle to dispel the taunting image.
His nose was met with heat and a twitching wither.
His breath caught again, body turning to stone.
"Ava..."
He looked again. A crimson sheen that was slick against her multicolored pelt- blood. A roiling chest- fever. Scrunched eyes- She's hurt, move your idiot.
Faster than thought possible, Taend dashes away, grabbing the well loved med kit and any rags available. With a grunt Taend drops to his knees and moves Ava's neck, inspecting the wounds while simultaneously rubbing his teke down her sides, willing her to wake.
"Ava- Ava- sis. Come one you lug, wake up!"
His words came out soft, breathy and paniced, hoping against all hope she would wake. |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Jun 12, 2019 21:48:12 GMT -6
= A V O C A D O =
"And no one escapes this place. So you’re gonna die anyway.. ."
WC: 202| Post #2
As soon as she hit the floor, she had gone unconscious, trying to get any form of rest that she could in this safe place before she was found and forced out. Taend was probably still mad. Ava didn't feel like apologizing.
In the light of the fire, her shorn short hair cut through with gashes that prevented the hair from growing back. Her chest heaved for air, and the teke rolling up and down and up and down her side made her squirm, before she shot up, her own teke scrambling for a weapon. This was it. This was it this was it she was found. She was over. Her green eyes snapped up to Taend, her knees wobbling, before with a yell she fell right back to the wooden floor. The valkyrie tried again, tried to pull her feet under her, before she sobbed.
"Taend." She sobbed out, gasping rapidly as she tried to claw her way to him, trying to get close, close enough for him to protect her.
"I...I. Im wake...Im up.. Tae im up." She croaked, tears rolling down her face. She sobbed, ears flat.
"S-Slave..traders..after me.."
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Post by Spectre on Jun 12, 2019 22:18:02 GMT -6
T A E N D
❅War-Forged | Stationary Merchant❅
He froze at he first twitch, then pulled away at the first squirm.
Concern made his brow furrow- "Ava..."
He grunted and jumped back as the valkyrie suddenly jumped to her feet, eyes wide and wild with fear. Their eyes met, three seeing eyes wild with different kinds of fear.
Then Ava collapsed in sobbing mess and tried to clamber towards him.
"Taend."
With a rarely heard curse, Taend dropped to his knees- uncaring for his own still healing injuries- and pulled her close. He curled his neck around her own, burying his muzzle in her shorn hair.
"I...I. Im wake...Im up.. Tae I'm up."
His own composure shuddered and broke. With a heaving sob he pulled her close, curling around her further as he drew her close. Tears rolled down in cascades as his chest shook. Prayers fell from his lips as he held her close.
"S-Slave..traders..after me.."
His world came to a screeching halt- what.
Taend pulled back, tear tracks still drying as he levels Ava with a look. He looks her over again. Hair shorn short -again- cuts, scrapes and bruises everywhere, bags under her eyes and shadows pulling at her irises.
He opens his mouth to ask a question, only to think better of it and shut it again. He merely shakes his head and pulls her in close. "Who cares?! All I care about is that you're home safe."
With that he pulls away lightly, "Let's get you patched up."
He then gets to his feet, swinging his head as he scans for the forgotten kit. Seeing it on the floor a bit away- and honestly feeling to exhausted to trust his teke- Taend gets up and walks towards the bag... Only for his legs to smack the anvil right next to him.
With a curse, he pulls away and mindlessly gropes for the kit, not moving any further from his spot. The bag shakily rises from the ground and floats his way. He then turns back around and slowly picks his way back over to his sister, dropping to his knees again.
"I'll just get started, you rest."
He then turns his attention away from the mare before him and turns his head to the right to look at the med kit at his side, unknowingly baring his scarred eye. |
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