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Post by Queerly on Jul 5, 2019 12:42:29 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 806: It's Just A Shot Away  Team Leader: Grange Participants: Cody, Mickaiah, Thane, Mason, Camielle, Jacqueline, Liana, Evaris 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: Between the unrest and the fear in the air, you have found it easier to part from your masters, slipping away in quiet moments or taking lengthy detours on errands. Word has spread through the grapevine meant only for enslaved ears: meet in the Commons District, Little Lights Orphanage. You don't know what it's about, but there have been whispers of revolution ever since the Crown elected to seize every slave from their owner's grasp - and not every mouth who cries for reform is bitted. Whether hungry for change or simply curious, you find a way to slip away from your duties, and head to the meeting place where Mama Ann greets you at the door and quickly ushers you into a backroom of enslaved peers. Time of Day: Late Night Weather: ur inside pal Location: New Valore, Little Lights Orphanage yain't gotta wait for ur leader
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 5, 2019 17:15:59 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post One
Grange's blue eyes flashed as he made his way inside the orphanage. Outside, the sky was dark, and the city seemed to slumber peacefully while the Slaves made their way to the Orphanage. He had to admit, Grange found himself just a bit skeptical of the whole thing, but what could he do other than follow the summons that were given him in order to find out what was really happening. Mama Ann greeted him at the door, ushering him inside. His blue hooves echoed on the floors as he made his way through the darkened building, to a small room in the back. His eyes adjusted slowly to the dimness, despite the light from sputtering candles. His vision, once accustomed to the interior lighting, cleared, and he looked about, letting his blue gaze take in all the details around him. Although the room was fairly barren, he supposed that soon enough, it would be filled with other horses who'd found themselves summoned to the orphanage. Soon enough, he would see, the gray stallion told himself. Antsy on his hooves, Grange shifted back and forth, still looking around almost wildly as he tried to anchor himself. The last time he'd been in a secret meeting of any kind, Vindicators had broken in and offered him a path to freedom. Like some kind of fool, he'd refused to take it that time...and oh how he regretted it. But tonight's talk would not be of freedom. At least, not by sneaking away in the night as he'd been planning to do sooner rather than later. Not if the gossip he'd heard was anything to go off of. WC: 280 |
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Post by Zookcan on Jul 5, 2019 19:44:39 GMT -6
   "Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene But they don't want to do this! Hidden anxieties flood their racing thoughts, well facaded by the calm and curious look they managed to maintain on their features. Composure held on by fragile strings, which just barely kept the regret from sinking in. They had fulfilled their tasks for the day and hence could reward themselves with a little free time, but instinct and natural habit pleaded them to visit Emin Sonya's quarters and ask if there was anything they were needed for. Cody was, after all, her assistant; and carried on their shoulders her trust and dependence on them. It was a massive responsibility and something they carried with pride. Oh, if only old masters Thomas and Alexander could see them now! They would be so proud, they would
Oh, who are they kidding? They would be ashamed of Cody right now! The servant's wings, which were closely held to their body, were the only sign of their nervousness. They probably looked like a dog with its tail between its legs, as though it knew what it was doing was wrong. But childish curiosity as well as suspicion drove them forwards toward the orphanage. If they got caught for it, they would claim it was all chalked up to the latter! Yeah, that sounded good enough
Why would anyone want to undermine a servile's way of life, anyhow? Yes, being forced into the Labor Force was a scary experience, but it was a mistake, wasn't it? Ignacio had smiled down on them, and now they were serving one of Valore's most powerful horses! The promotion had come with a price, right? Right?
With dwindling confidence, Cody keeps their head low, and reluctantly allows themselves to be ushered into the back room of the orphanage. They are immediately drawn to one of the darker corners of the room, where they could linger like a wallflower, and pray to Ignacio that Sonya would be okay without them for just a short time...
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jul 7, 2019 13:40:30 GMT -6
LIANA | SERVILE SLAVE
Liana had been bored out of her mind. Her twin had been sent to Opulence and the thought of him not bringing her along pissed her off, ignoring the fact that he had been sent to patrol…a vineyard of all things. How utterly absurd. Is this what the Crown was keeping themselves busy with? She tucked a strand of mane behind her ear with her teke, holding her head high as she made her way inside the backside of the Orphanage. She had been summoned for reasons unbeknownst to her, which also pissed her off.
Sneaking out had been easy enough. She had her master wrapped around her finger. It took the bastard long enough, but Liana was allowed to do as she pleased now, as long as she managed to keep up the façade and attended the gatherings her master headed to.
Thanks to their obliviousness, she had been building a web on her own for a while now to ensure her escape someday. However, her idiotic brother Jenko insisted on staying in this Hellhole for whatever reason. She simply didn’t understand why and quite frankly, she was losing her patience with him. She had better things to do.
“Evening.” She said curtly as Mama Ann invited her in, sparing the others except Evaris no mind. Jenko had mentioned a colorful pegasi when he had fallen into a hole a while ago. This one matched the description perfectly. She scoffed at the thought, then shamelessly proceeded to place herself in the center of the group where she belonged, flicking her long tail impatiently. “Liana. Charmed.” She simply stated, and that was her introduction. “Why are we here?” She demanded in a cold, stern tone.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jul 7, 2019 15:54:38 GMT -6
EVARIS | SERVILE SLAVE
Serving the House of Adelaide The lanterns that lit the darkened streets dimmed from households as the night grew dimmer. Two sets of hooves clicked against the stone road, both equines sharing the branded telltale symbol of enslavement. It was a symbol that weighed on Evaris everyday, though with her friend and supposed mentor to the servile status, Jack didn't ever seem bothered much by it. Perhaps it was because she had been in the gig much longer than the teal winged pony, but nonetheless it made her question about the mare. Tonight she wanted to test her thoughts of freedom, because while being on some simple errand run, she began to take another route down to the orphanage. Of course in passing she heard word of a meeting when she was among other slaves on the streets. Since the day in the sewer she could think of not much other than that small lick of freedom before it was snuffed out by the guards blocking the tunnel on the hunt for another odd group of equines. The injuries from that day had long since healed, however it made her question how well put together this city truly was. Sure it seemed prim and proper on the outside, but the fact of the matter was that the foundation was crumbling. That fact gave her a sense of hope, that maybe one day she could fly off into the air without worry of being caught or stopped by anyone. All she had to do was find that chance to go, and fly out of there as soon as she could. It was a dream to be a free horse, but one that she wanted desperately. "C'mon, Jackaboy. We won't be long, it'll be an in-n'-out trip, promise. Boss lady don't even gotta know." Evaris bumped her shoulder to Jacqueline's, smiling at her with a gap-toothed grin. Of course this wasn't a promise, but she hoped it would make this far easier to bend the rules around her. With that she pranced ahead, viewing the orphanage ahead. It was hard to see in the night, but there nonetheless. She swished her mane out of her eyes when she approached the door, only pausing for a moment for the welsh pony to catch up before greeting Mama Ann with a nod at the entrance, flicking her tail behind her as she walked in. Glancing around the place she took in the rather empty surroundings that filled the room. Faces that she hadn't recognized or remembered glanced around with likely just about as much curiosity that she had for being here. One of them had looked at her with a little more interest than the others, which she raised her brow in response. The slave pranced to the middle of all of them as if she were some special princess, which the champagne mare held back from chuckling at. She eyed the one named Liana up and down, grinning at her approach at all this. This old sailor couldn't help herself but to bring out her old habits of slouching, her wings resting now not as tightly as they had been for the usual public image of being a reserved, respectful little slave. There was no need for that here, especially when she was around her own kind. "Pleasure, missy. Maybe just to rebel, eh? Loosen up? Or just a couple slaves out for a good time, you decide, sweetheart." The mare chuckled to herself, winking in the process as an attempt to pester the prissy mare, at the very least entertaining her own sanity in a natural way that she hasn't been able to do out in the open for a while. With the sound of Liana's voice she seemed very concrete on what she wanted, and with that Evaris merely turned her eyes over to Jack, rolling them at the uptight behavior this little Aodhian slave portrayed. Everyone seemed to act so uptight and higher class, but she could see under the surface. They were all nothing but show ponies and tools for their masters to command around, so at the very least it amused her to see any sort of superiority being displayed in the setting they all had come to be in. || Post #1 -- WC: 707 |
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 7, 2019 16:43:36 GMT -6
Poor Mason, he had been working hard all day only to be pushed put the door to do something for himself. What was he supposed to do for himself?, he hated the theatre... food was way out of the question, then he remembered the summons. Clamping down on his bit he pulled his ears back, slowly making his way to the orphanage. His eyes drifted closed for but a moment before he was ushered inside, his silent protests shushed the whole way into a stale back room. His bicoloured eyes shifted upwards, his head not even lifting past halfway as he scanned the horses gathered in the room. Not one of them he recognized and that made him nervous... He grinded his teeth across the metal of the bit as he shifted off to the side. Mama Ann was pretty well know for her work but this was something he didn't know she was into. Secret slave meetings? Was this honestly what she did here in her spare time?. He cocked his head off to the side just slightly, one ear flicked forward, the other pulled back
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 8, 2019 19:22:11 GMT -6
Thane;Servile Slave
You are some kind of Wonderful
It had been quieter since the attack on Aodh. The attack that had stolen all those that belonged to Aodh and caused the city to be forced to take slaves from their homes. Thane considered himself one of the lucky ones. Whispers among the barracks were sure their owners would come for them to take them home, but in the end, his Master, Astraeus, was among one of the few faces that actually did.
Aside from the rumors about the Kirins and the bustling of the city preparations to prove they were expecting them, he felt pretty safe walking around on his own again. So after his chores, he liked to take the long ways home, sometimes even finding a few things at shops he'd ask for later.
Finishing one of his last tasks for the day he had heard the whispers of a Secret meeting and like a Foal to Candy, he was slipping out that night on his way to Little Lights Orphanage. After all, He wore his Bit and he didn't know of any curfews.
The room he was quickly filed into (by a rather intimidating mare) was filled with several other slaves. Some were familiar. Others he'd only seen in passing. Their bodies projected their state of mind and the room couldn't stifle the tension. It wasn't long until the beginning of Questions started and Thane perked up at the implication of fun.
"Think it's a Party?" Thane was probably a little too excited at the idea for a Slave that is taken to every event under the sun. But a party just for Slaves? Now that's special.
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Post by brittlewren on Jul 9, 2019 19:38:13 GMT -6
CAMIELLEShe didn't really want to go out, at least not without Ruby, but she wasn't here. She'd gone off somewhere, but she couldn't remember why. Something to do with the kirins probably. The little hippocampus had heard about the Orphanage before, and when she'd caught wind of the gathering she'd been perplexed. A little nervous, but interested. Maybe Gunvor would be there. As she was ushered into the back room, Camielle's eyes darted across the different bodies as she strained to pick out one she knew. The shape of the pegasus pricked her interest, and her ears perked slightly. She'd seen them somewhere before. Slipping around to join them, she dipped her head at them, offering a small smile. What if they didn't remember her? Heat pricked at her cheeks and she chewed at her bit anxiously. Why had she even come? She could've just stayed at home, or you know, maybe actually tried to find Gunvor again and talk to them instead of hoping they would be here. The appaloosa mare spoke up, demanding to know why they had all been summoned, and a few others offered their own ideas and thoughts. Someone mentioned a party, and Camielle found herself shrinking further into the corner. WC: 205 | Post #1 |
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Post by Zookcan on Jul 9, 2019 21:14:17 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene More and more figures poured into the room, each voicing their own confusions and concerns as they were filed inside. One mare boldly asked why she was here. Another piped back and cheekily told her to loosen up. She carried an accent. A stallion was gritting his teeth against his bit. Another wondered if it was a party. All the while, Cody chose to mull in their own self-doubts, facading their stresses with an indifferent, yet attentive look. A part of them figured they could try slipping out now before questions began to be answered -- but no, no. They would draw attention to themselves, and be embarrassed like an obedient child chickening out at a gathering.
They feel exactly like a well-behaved child who was pressured into sneaking out to a party; uncertain and afraid. They also believed they would be needed. They never, ever dilly-dallied when fulfilling errands, unless a public celebration was going on.
Speaking of which, however, luckily a familiar face had stepped into the room: a painted chestnut mare, with hippocampus fins on her body. Cody recognized her from that gathering they happened upon three months before, when horses handed out snacks and drinks to others who had volunteered in helping rebuild the city.
Cody felt a little lighter seeing her. Their ruffled feathers slicked slightly, and their wings lifted up just a bit from their sides. "Camielle." They whisper, their voice low. They don't want to get anyone else's attention but hers. "Hey!" The pegasus was glad that she immediately made her way to them. They smile a little, and huddle closer to the older's side. "Why'd they want us to come here?"
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 10, 2019 15:16:31 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah had roped himself up in something again, he was sure of it. His ears flicked nervously as he glanced around at the slaves around him, heart thumping in his chest wildly. This couldn’t be good. Why did he listen to that other slave. Moonrise gave him time of and here he was in some weird gathering just because some horse told him to. Weak.
He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want trouble, didn’t even know why exactly they were here. The whisper of rebellion put him on edge enough to want to hightail it our of there but at the same time he didn’t dare move either. Who knew what would happen if he tried leave now. Someone mentioned a party and he was almost relieved. Was that what this was? That would be okay. He didn’t want any trouble. Eyes shifted to the feathered one, asking why they had gathered, silently thanking the pegasus. Bless them, now hopefully someone would answer and he’d know what was up.
He heard this establishment was supossed to be for children, in an attempt to calm himself he closed his eyes and tried to see if he could hear any of their sounds. Perhaps they slept already though. It was late after all.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 10, 2019 21:03:31 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Two Grange watched through slitted eyes as other equines began pouring in, all stopping to greet Mama Ann on their way into the building. Some seemed to know each other, and gravitated towards one another, while others hovered in the corners of the room, not sure exactly what to do with themselves. Grange's heart went out to one poor fellow in particular; a cream colored horse with a remarkable amount of scars caught his attention, and the gray picked his way over, listening to snippets of conversation as he passed. "Maybe it's a party." "Why'd they want us to come here?" The buzz seemed to have a general consensus: why were all the Slaves gathered here? Grange wished that he knew the answer, but he was just as in the dark as all the rest of them. With a tiny sigh, he sidled up to the other slave, nodding his head in a respectful greeting. Snarky, dry, and prickly to the touch might Grange be, but he was - for now - a Slave of House Soleil, and he had his manners...at least. "Any idea why we're here, Friend?" he commented, nodding to the other slaves that filled the back room. "Clearly I don't think it's a party...but...I've heard talk some want to rebel....now if that's true, maybe I'm in the wrong room." He kept his voice low, but not secretive, as he spoke. He always kept his tone low, at least in calm waters. Despite the bangles that covered him from head to hoof, Grange was a master of keeping a low profile when necessary. He hoped that would aid him when it came time to escape this land....with Maverick's help, that just might become possible. But he'd do well not to get his hopes up. WC: 300 |
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 10, 2019 21:14:56 GMT -6
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JACQUELINE
Servile Slave
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It had been just another day for Jac - handed a tedious list by the Misses and then shooed out the door, with Evaris in tow behind her, grumbling about how annoying chores were. The little pony had rolled her eyes, content with doing the work. Lady Adelaide was good to her, she was happy to serve such a kind mistress. Evaris would learn, Jac had thought. Or maybe not.
When they had entered the market place, Jac had immediately pushed her ears down to block out the sounds - venders hollering at the top of their lungs on the Main Street, slaves’ hushed voices chattering amongst themselves on the side streets (which in retrospect, was a loud choir of voices when so many were speaking at once), masters calling numbers out to slave traders in the stocks. Everyone seemed busy and completely unaware of the little pony and her brat of a counterpart, and Jac was happy with it that way. She just wanted to get the groceries and head home, nothing more, nothing less.
But then Evaris had grown distracted, that gleam of mischief ever present in her eyes glowing brighter than ever - and that meant trouble. “Oh, no no no. You’re not dragging me into your schemes again. The Lady already warned yeh, and I ain’t gettin’ paddled for the likes of you.” But she had already turned down a side street Jac wasn’t familiar with, bantering about it just being an “in-n-out trip”. Gods help me with this one. Jacqueline was not particularly spiritual by any meaning of the word, but when it came to Evaris, she needed all the help she could get.
They came upon a building she vaguely recognized, though she couldn’t quite place it until they were upon it. Squinting at the gold plated sign next to the door, forcing her eyes to pick out the letters, Jac’s expression grew wide and full of horror. “What in Ignacio’s bloody name are we doing here?! Evaris, I swear on whatever damnation you worship, I—” She didn’t have much time to protest, however. They were quickly ushered in a side door, the doorman wearing a bit and a rather sizable scar on their face. Yikes.
Pushed by Evaris down a hallway, they came to a small room filled with other slaves, with very little room to move. Jac was growing more nervous by the second, seeing so many familiar faces and some not so familiar. What was this all about?
“Kid, what the f—” She was hushed before she could finish the word, noticing there were child slaves around her. Grumbling to herself, refusing to acknowledge those around her, she slunk away from Evaris’ side, finding the back of the room and the darkest shadow she could and hiding in it. Whatever this business was, she would have no part of it. Ain’t no good came out of slave meetings like this, never ever.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 10, 2019 21:21:23 GMT -6
Mason had been in his won little world when more horses entered the room, he had almost drifted into waking sleep when a strange horse appeared beside him. He shifted awkwardly and lifted his head about halfway so he could eye the stranger. He dipped his head slightly to the grey, flicking his ears back to listen as the stallion went on. He listened quietly till the other had finished before offering a reply, his voice soft and almost monotone, "I don't know why we were summoned. If it's a rebel I want no part of it..." he mumbled quietly, any rebel would have bad consequences on anyone who attended, he always had the idea of escape to but honestly had no interest... The punishment if you were caught wasn't worth the risk "But if it is either... there's no problem in hearing them out. Whether it's foolish or not". He flicked his gaze across at Grange for but a moment before returning it to the worn old wood set beneath his hooves
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 10, 2019 21:46:21 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Three
Grange's attention was dragged away from the palomino, Mason, for a moment, as a new horse made her way inside, seemingly rather unhappy with being dragged to the event. Luckily, she realized that there were children present, and shut her trap, as Grange narrowed his eyes in her direction. He couldn't stand loud, annoying horses, and it looked like she was going to be one of them. With a soft sigh, he turned his attention back to the scarred stallion beside him, mulling over his thoughts before he decided to speak again. "I can't say as we're not due for one," he said, sighing as he looked back over at the pale horse beside him. "But just because we need a better system to take care of our own doesn't mean I want to risk my life for nothing," he stated with a small snort. "Besides. there are other ways out of the hellhole of slave life," he commented absentmindedly with a shrug of his withers. "But...I suppose you're right. There's not much harm in at least listening to what's going on," he stated with another small sigh. "After all, great ideas start small." WC: 195 |
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 11, 2019 0:06:49 GMT -6
Thane;Servile Slave
You are some kind of Wonderful
The questions went on and on. Nobody seemed to really know what was going on here or why they were asked to come here in the first place. It made him wonder who really had called them here, where were they? The longer he thought about the harder his heart pounded in his chest and his legs began to quiver, fidgeting and chewing at the bit in his mouth like he always had when he was nervous.
"Rebellion?" Thane squeaked, ears pressed flat against his head. Staring up at the Stallion who'd said it in absolute horror. "But why!" He felt like he'd be sick at just the implication of it. Suddenly every corner, every shadow, every place where someone could be hiding felt like eyes on them, Chevaliers waiting to jump out and take them back to the labor force. Had they been tricked? Was Aodh and their Masters testing their Loyalty and they had failed? The little unicorn that was beaming before sank into himself, shrinking impossibly smaller than his whole 14 hands. He was so ashamed of himself and what he'd done. Lured in by what was wrong with the city and betraying his Master's trust.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to run away and go Home, But he feared what would happen if he tried to run off now. There was no doubt they'd think he'd tell on all the bad slaves that said bad things. Really, he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell enough to risk getting in trouble for being here too.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jul 12, 2019 11:56:08 GMT -6
LIANA | SERVILE SLAVE
Good grief, the Pegasus sounded exactly like Jenko. No wonder the two of them got along on their little… underground adventure. The thought of her dwelling around Aodh’s underground sewer system was enough to make her gag.
She didn’t respond to Evaris, she refused to waste her breath on the likes of her. Instead, she simply rolled her eyes at her.
Liana listened attentively to what the others had to say and she couldn’t believe they were naïve enough to believe this could be a party of all things. Well, she could… but it was baffling to witness nonetheless. She was truly surrounded by idiots. She wouldn’t even be surprised if she was the only educated slave here. “You have much to learn.” She said, side-eyeing Thane amongst a few others from where she was standing.
Liana tucked a strand of loose mane behind her ear with her teke once more. She had their attention now, so she might as well take the lead. None of them were capable of doing so either way: “This is ridiculous.” She said loud enough for everyone to hear. She couldn’t care less about the orphans sleeping. If that had been their main concern to begin with, they wouldn’t have gathered in an orphanage. What a total waste of time, she thought. Guessing wasn’t going to get them anywhere. It wasn’t going to get anything done and it sure as Hell wasn’t going to get her out of this wretched city. “Why are we here?” she asked coldly once more.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 15, 2019 11:59:24 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Four
As murmurs of dissent started to curl through the room, Grange couldn't help but feel his skin prickle. These horses were not soldiers; they were barely slaves. Many of them, like Grange himself, had grown up in the homes of their masters, and had yet to know the work of labor slavery. Of course, he didn't know everyone's story here, but he was sure that at least some of them had been kept away from hard work like he had. Judging by the reactions that horses were having to the idea of rebellion, Grange assumed that many of them were as soft inside as he appeared to be outside. The very idea of rising up against those who caged them seemed stupid to the gray stallion; he wanted to slip away in the night, not blazing in a fire of glory.
Before Grange could ponder what he was to do any farther, a shrill voice interrupted his thoughts, demanding to know what was going on. "Clearly, none of us actually know that information, because we heard you the first time, and no one was able to answer you then," he huffed, flattening his ears and narrowing cold blue eyes in the mare's direction. For a slave, she was too talkative. "But if I figure it out, you'll be the first to know," he growled, stamping a hoof against the floorboard in irritation.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 17, 2019 17:30:14 GMT -6
Noise. There was just so much noise. Mason let out a low sigh as he listened to Grange reply to his words, missing almost half of it... he was poised to respond when an obnoxious and totally up herself mare entered the room with little to no concern for anyone but herself. She wasn't above any of them, and she certainly wasn't the attention seeker she thought she was either. With a flick of his ears he closed his eyes, trying his damnest to block out the obnoxiousness she spouted at everyone. He was surprised when Grange spoke up, basically calling her out and telling her to shut up... it was amusing to say the least but none of that showed on his face "Thankyou" he huffed quietly lifting his gaze up to glance at Grange. "we all want to know why we were brought here. But patience is a virtue... You need it or you won't survive." His scarred shoulders twitched as he spoke, giving slight emphasis to his words. Having no patience was bound to backfire sooner or later, "We will wait and see what is in store... Pray to Ignacio it's just all talk"
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Jul 24, 2019 22:27:45 GMT -6
EVARIS | SERVILE SLAVE
Serving the House of Adelaide
The champagne coated mare held back a chuckle just barely from the conversation around them. She watched when her mentor walked in, jabbering about how she wouldn't get beat for her tomfoolery. "Oh c'mon, Jackaboy. Nothing's gonna happen, chill out." She retorted back to Jacqueline when the talking lulled, speaking in a low cheeky voice. The rustling of feathers and panicked murmurs of voices bothered her at the least, though she enjoyed doing something out of routine. Rebellion or not, this was fun to see others squabble and panic over something that had to happen eventually. On even the small errands she took upon herself, there was a clear unrest in Aodh. Although she couldn't pinpoint it, there was something off.
Evaris let out a stifled laugh when the bald unicorn talked Liana down, hushing her out from her impatience. A sigh escaped her after that, as if this was all just one grand joke. To make matters better, some believed so naively that what she said was true. After a moment of silence, she stepped up next to Liana, pacing in front of the group. She eyed each person momentarily, before circling back to stand briefly in front of the appaloosa, eyeing her with a cocky grin spread across her cheeks. "Relax, Spots. We got time to figure this out, don't you worry your pretty hooves off." Her eyes wandered around the room for a moment, shifting to check the emotions of all of the nervous slaves that gathered. She held an expression that seemed to ponder what to do, glancing up to the ceiling as if it had the answers, then returned back to her cocky grinning self. "We all should relax. The worst they can do is kill us, anyways." As if to emphasize, the pegasus mare took a deep breath that filled her chest, before exhaling slowly, allowing her iridescent wings to unfold a tad lower to be a little more comfortable.
"Now..." Then, as if to change her approach, she raised her head in a haughty manner, prancing over to the scarred palomino, taking another glance towards the orange horned unicorn with their retorts and worries before turning her attention back to Mason. "Are you sure you all want this to be 'just talk', eh? Because the last time I checked..." Evaris turned her back to the stallion and facing the rest of the group. "You all came here hearing word of revolution. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but uh... heh... only rebels search for revolution." Her grin grew, and her hooves moved to prance into the middle of everyone else, standing with confidence. "Have you slaves been too busy with your work to notice what's been happening around you, hm?" She looked around the gauge her audience, leaving a pause between her words for effect. "If you haven't, let me catch you up to speed. The very foundation of what some of you think is a grand city is crumbling. Your 'Fire Dad', or whatever, isn't going to save you. If he wanted to save you he clearly would have dragged you out of the hell you live in. And don't try and tell me you love your life here." For a moment she glanced over all the slaves that bore clear scarring covering their bodies, looking all of them up and down to make a point. "We're all slaves, for godsake. We have no rights. We are property. I mean just look at all of us. We were branded with a marking we can't get rid of to show the world exactly what they think of us. Don't you want to run free? Don't you want to fly again without consequence?" Nearing the end of her statement she turned to look at her mentor in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. Everyone was too complacent in the life they lived. They were used to being slaves, but not Evaris.
Even if she had only been a slave for less than a year, she was already tired of it. Sure, her master treated her with food and a healthy lifestyle, but it wasn't ideal. They were still prisoner to the city. At any moment they could be swept away, or worse. This didn't sit well with the ex-adventurer. She wanted to go out into Sirith again and chase caravans, steal from those who were unsuspecting. She wanted to fly again, to maybe even get out on a boat once more if she truly wanted to wish hard enough. The open blue ocean and soft salty breeze was something she had missed for years, and not being able to run away from her situation made her long for it even more than usual. "This city is breaking, and the longer we pretend that nothing is changing, the less of a chance we have to take advantage of this gods forsaken place." Her voice held a confidence all through her speech until the lasting statement, to which it held a bite to it. It almost even sounded angry, and with one swoop she raised her hoof and stomped it onto the floorboards. They couldn't just stand there and hope that their masters would treat them 'okay'. They needed to strive for a life much more free than this, and Evaris didn't want to pretend about her discontentment any longer. || Post #2 WC: 892
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Post by Zookcan on Jul 25, 2019 0:35:06 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene They had remained quiet in their corner up until this point, for Cody was not an outspoken character. In the company of their master or any civilian for that matter, they would not even have uttered a peep unless asked. That is what a good servant does, and they are a great servant! Again, while the other horses bickered and spoke their thoughts, Cody's eyes darted to the door again, pondering once again if they should take this opportunity to slip back out unnoticed. They hadn't even learned the reason why slaves like them had gathered here, but already they were regretting their decision!
They were so young. So naive. They had never ran free nor imagined it, because unlike most of the other slaves here, they did not know what suffering was! What is this talk of revolution and property? Of flying free without consequence? They have been just as happy as they are!
But again, that pegasus mare with the strong accent evoked questions that frankly, made their feathers ruffle. They looked upon the scarred horses around them, especially the pale one whose marks dug into his own neck. They cannot say what caused those marks, nor did they want to think about it; it was either from misbehavior or a cruel master, or maybe both? Something at the back of their mind whittled away at their confidence: 'Don't you think its strange they brand you? Don't you think its odd? There are pegasi who look as beautiful, even less beautiful than you that walk as citizens, yet you don't!'
There's that feeling in their gut again! That nausea and confusion that made them so frustrated! 'But I'm not like the others! Master is good to me, I'm happy with my life!' "B-but I like myself just the way I am!" Cody finally challenges, though their tone is timid and gentle. "If the city is crumbling, w-we should warn them!" Their duty is to their Emin! Oh poor, oblivious child. Life has been to kind to you to realize how wrong it's been.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 25, 2019 3:36:20 GMT -6
Thane;Servile Slave
You are some kind of Wonderful
He was surrounded by traitors.
The same kind of horses that murdered the King and attacked the city over and over. How could they? Here a group of Servile Slaves stood and several agreed that they wanted to betray the owners that loved them. He couldn't believe his ears and didn't know who to stand close to, it was all so scary.
The brightly colored pegasus kept talking and talking. Saying horrible things about Aodh and Ignacio. She was wrong. She had to know she was wrong. The city was only struggling because bad people were doing bad things. Bad things like a revolution- like this. "You- You can't talk like that." He said quiet and shy, but the mare was being so disrespectful he had to say something. How dare she talk about their City and God like that. They could be punished for just being here with the things being said.
"Slaves are important to Aodh. They care about us. They came to take you from the Labor slaves, right? Astraeus said it was a lot of Shards. I know he loves me." He was trying so hard to be brave but he was scared. When the paint pegasus spoke out against the other too, Thane sunk closer to him. "If the bad people go away it won't crumble."
It was better to know someone else understood and he felt a little safer next to him. If things went bad maybe the both of them could run away to find safety and tell before anyone else could get hurt.
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Post by PennthePony on Jul 25, 2019 15:39:39 GMT -6
JACQUELINE
‘JACQUE’
Servant of Lady Adelaide - an Artisan She had stood in the back corner with the young child for long enough, listening to the bickering back and forth. When her ward had finally stepped up and spoken, disrupting the banter with talk of revolution, Jacque would step forward, ears flat against her head and feathers visibly ruffled. This was treason, what they were doing here, and she had had enough of it. “ ENOUGH!” She was loud and commanding, without apology to the ears nearest to her. “ How can we say such things?! Yes, we go through hardships, but so do so many citizens — and so many of them sleep on the streets! At least we have roofs over our heads, food in our bellies, and a purpose! I have been in the labor pits, they are a brutal place. My mistress saved me from the despair, ye’d think you all would be a little more grateful towards your masters after all the ruckus among those frilly diplomats.” And turning sharply on Evaris, her voice became a booming growl, gruff from years of breathing in harsh dusts and smoking opioids. “ And you. I would expect from you, not this treasonous rebellion talk. It’s pointless, and you know it. Lady Adelaide has been good to you, and you spit on her good name. I won’t have anymore of this, and I ain’t takin’ any of your shit anymore. Find your own way out of this, I’m going home.” And with that, she stomped towards the door, shoving past others to find her way. Little did she know the mouthy Appaloosa Liana would stand in her way so adamantly. Word Count 270 Post 2 |
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Post by Queerly on Jul 26, 2019 6:35:35 GMT -6
Checkpoint
"Is that what your freedom is worth?" A graveled voice asks as the door creaks open behind Liana. "Your owner's roof over your head, their food in your belly because they will it so? How generous of them."
The horse who stepped into the room was a remarkable sight, thin to the bone, ribs protruding under a poorly kept coat - but mostly ghastly of all was the pocket of gleaming scar tissue where a nose should have been, and yellowed teeth that sat just below. "You sound like a pet. Someone's dog."
He looked across the other assembled faces. "Are you dogs?"
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 26, 2019 21:21:42 GMT -6
Mason pinned his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. So much noise there was. Between the whispering slaves and the loud obnoxious ones... that mare. Jacqueline. Jacqueline was the noisiest of the lot of them. All he could do was grit his teeth and half raise his head. "can you just shut up". He massaged his temples with his teke for the longest moment, keeping his eyes closed till someone spoke up. Someone he wasn't sure he knew. That was the one and only time he lifted his head completely, the muscles stretching and aching as he cranes his neck to peer over the backs of his fellow Slaves The sight he beheld was something different and his found himself turning and moving towards them. The figures nose was all but gone and he spoke deep and gravely. No. No Mason was no dog. "I'm no pet" he called out. "We have all wanted out since the day we were enslaved. It's more trouble then it's worth though... we will be dead of we were caught. My life may be miserable but if rather be alive then dead in a ditch" he gave a firm nod before dropping his head again, the strain almost too much for him to bear
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 27, 2019 14:58:00 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mutterings, suggestions, even somewhat crass words exchanged. Nobody who seemed to quite know why they were there. The uncertainty made Mickaiah feel uneasy, cursing themselves for letting him be talked into coming at all. He should have said no, been firmer. He didn’t want to give Moonrise any reason to sent him back to working there, the city, that even darker existance.
That was the reason why, as the word revolution crossed someone’s lips, Mickaiah was sent into minor panick. He certainly wasn’t cut out for this kind of stuff. Unease turned to dreath quickly, making their stomach churn and heart beat faster. He would have beggef for the gods to release him, if he had believed the gods had any interest in him at all. Perhaps they even arranged this, another punishment for something he had done. Perhaps it was a test. Whatever the case he was afraid and didn’t have the strenght for this, whatever it was.
Feeling the imaginary burn of his brand, both of them, on his shoulder, he slowly inched back and shuffled ever so slowly towards the door. He didn’t want another mark on him. Conspiracy against a society. He’d even prefer slavery than risk being caught for that.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 27, 2019 20:31:21 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Five
As the others bickered amongst themselves, Grange pinned his ears to his skull, and gritted his teeth painfully. He was tired of the wondring, trying to figure out what was going on. Clearly, none of them had any idea why they had been gathered here, and none of their speculation was doing anyone a lick of good. Like Mason, he was irritated with the level of noise inside the building, especially from the dissenting voices who flittered and frettered about him. He tried to block out the sounds to no avail.
Before he could have an all out meltdown and tell them all to shut the hell up, Grange was surprised to see the form of a very...well...gross looking equine step out of the shadows. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose slightly at the sight of the creature, and feel a little sick to his stomach as he stared at the stranger. But the shock passed in a moment, and he turned his attention to what was being said by the newcomer.
"At least dogs stay alive," Grange snorted, narrowing his eyes at the newcomer. "None of us are saying that we want to be here," he looked around, challenging anyone to dissent, "but we're not willing to die for a revolution that might not even benefit us."
He turned his attention suddenly to the horse who seemed to be trying to sneak out the door without being seen. Pinning the stranger with a stare that said 'you're in this as deep as the rest of us,' Grange stamped a hoof, making his point clear. Stay.
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Post by Zookcan on Jul 28, 2019 0:12:34 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene Cody feels their feathers ruffle. For horses who claimed to know what was in their best interest, they certainly didn't sound very nice. Those that weren't siding with the young pegasus were grumbling of how disgusting individuals like their masters were, while shushing each other and spitting names. They were all venomous whereas none of their keepers have ever been this way. Not Godhan, not Thomas and Alexander! Not even Emin Sonya, though she was not as soft as their previous owners, she treated them well, gifted them with beautiful silks and jewelry and relied on them.
The painted colt sucks in a breath, about to protest, when the door creaks open and the gaunt face of another horse appears. In learned fashion, Cody's breath hitches, and they position their hooves straight, tail feathers erect and wings folded in a regal manner. It's almost awful how they've become predisposed to look their best whenever a stranger arrives. They looked upon his scarred nose, his yellowed teeth and then felt themselves cower a little at the weight of his words. Never have they ever been challenged to consider their position. They had grown up thinking this was their duty, and Godhan had succeeded in establishing that mindset.
They might as well be a dog...
Feeling ashamed, Cody slowly lowers their head, considering their own opinions, if they were brave enough to speak. 'I but I want to stay,' They whimper in their thoughts. 'Aren't I supposed to?'
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 31, 2019 2:44:06 GMT -6
Thane;Servile Slave
You are some kind of Wonderful
"Is that what you're freedom is worth?"
The voice rang in his hears and struck fear into his heart. Thane had never been so scared in his life. It could have been anyone. Anyone to overhear them conspiring treason against the city; the Crown.
And here he was caught with them.
He didn't want to die with these horses. Death wasn't worth freedom- didn't he already have freedom? Sure he wasn't allowed to do some things but everyone had rules, right?
"No I—" Thane began to frantically defend himself. He wasn't like the others in the room. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to go home, back to his Master and not being caught amongst traitors.
But the voice wasn't a chevaliers. It definitly wasn't a horse he'd ever seen before. Not even a majority the labor slaves he'd spent time with looked as scary as the Stallion did. Bones sticking out every which way, a gnarled face with perminantly bared teeth. And their grating voice called him a Dog.
"I'm not a Dog.." He murmured, ears flat against his head. He thought he'd have a much stronger argument going in but his voice faultered when he had nothing to say. He was good, he had rules and manners, he was allowed to do things but just not some things. He loved his Master.
Dogs were good too. Thane thought, involintary. Dogs love their Masters too. How could he think like that? He wasn't a pet. Astraeus loved him. Masters loved their Pets.
His eyes welled with tears that willed to fall. It was all their fault making him think like this. The Stallion that had minds well been the monster under his bed. He loved and was loved. If that made him a Pet, he didn't care.
"I want to be here." He Timidly challanged the Grange and anyone that had said anything similar. Being loved and safe was Good, right? He didn't care what it meant. It was better than being alone.
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 1, 2019 10:05:18 GMT -6
JACQUELINE
‘JACQUE’
Servant of Lady Adelaide - an Artisan
An indignant snort sounded from draft Pegasus mare, as she stomped hard against the grains of the floor, making it rattle. She wasn’t the least bit surprised this had been orchestrated by smugglers - nobody looked so gaunt as those sewer rats, who seemed to rarely get a meal more than spilled grain. She scoffed at his comments, throwing her head and ruffling up her feathers in agitation. “Y’ should keep ya mouth shut about things you don’t even understand. Only a fool would think we’re dogs.” The bell around her neck tinkered as if to prove a point, while she tossed her head again. The scars that had been lashed into her neck and back shone dully under the dim light - they were a mark of pride for her, for living through the labor decree. Her mistress had saved her from that horror, and welcomed her into her warm bed once again, despite the horrific scars. Jacqueline was no dog, she was a lover, a confidante, and she was happy. Lady Adelaide had nursed her back to sanity, who would believe her to be a dog? Just because she wore a collar?
She didn’t mind the collar, the tinkering of the bell reminded her of her mistress’ soft voice muffled in her neck while she held her. It was a sweet comforting sound that lulled her to sleep at night.
Standing her ground, her piercing glare swung from the skeleton man to Evaris, and then back to the skeleton man. “I’m no dog, and I certainly won’t be a pawn for your stupid little game. Y’ let me through or you’re gonna end up on the ground in splinters. My Lady will be expecting me.” Jutting her chin up, she braced herself to ram through them. She had been chosen as a labor slave in the past for a reason — a hardy back and muscles that never failed her, and her will to survive. She wasn’t going to go down with all these fools. If they wanted freedom, so be it. But she had better places to be.
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 4, 2019 6:35:28 GMT -6
CAMIELLEHer posture softened a little when the pegasus remembered her name. Their name was Cody, right? She felt embarassed to ask. If she was lucky, though, it might come up in conversation. "I'm not sure..." She murmered in response. Why had they asked them to come? Looking around it seemed everyone here was a slave of some sort. She chewed her cheek nervously. That couldn't be good. Nothing good comes from slave gatherings, from what she heard. Part of her nagged her to leave, but she felt stuck. If she left now they'd all be watching her, calling her a coward. Whispers of rebellion reached her ears, and she pressed her side against Cody's. She ached to leave. What if they got caught? They'd be punished for sure, or sold, or maybe even put to work as labour slaves. She shuddered, and the appaloosa mare spoke up again, getting into an argument with a champagne unicorn. A pegasus moved to leave, but through a crack in the door slipped a skeletal form. Camielle recoiled in horror at the sight of them. They were barely alive! What happened to their face? And they were calling them dogs now, to top it off. "I want to leave." It was barely a whisper, and a shaky one at that, but if Cody heard then maybe they could sneak out together. WC: 226 | Post #2 |
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