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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 4, 2019 21:22:14 GMT -6
|| Grange || Servile Slave || Post Six
The gray stallion was growing weary of all that was going on around him. The bickering was getting under his skin, and he could feel his body growing physically wilted as he listened to the back and forthing. Some horses were declaring their pride for their station, while others were prattling on about nothing but going home. While Grange couldn't blame them for wanting to be gone from the situation, he was certain that leaving would only exacerbate the situation. After all, there was no telling what the strange, half-faced stallion would do if the horses decided to leave the meeting. He'd seen their faces, might have even known their names. And Grange had a feeling he wouldn't doubt throwing them under the cart in order to save his precious revolution.
"All right," bellowed the gray stallion, throwing his head up in the air. "I'm just about tired of this," he huffed, stamping one blue hoof against the ground angrily. "We're all tired, scared, and we want to go home. It's clear that we are not in line with a slave revolution, and many of us are happy where we are. While I can't say as I'm pleased being someone else's...property...I'm not willing to die for another option either," he said, snorting. "If we leave now, however," he commented, shifting his weight, "We have no way of knowing what else we can do," Grange considered, his tone softening. "I say that we need to stay until a resolution is reached."
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 5, 2019 23:22:31 GMT -6
   "Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene The growing hostility only makes them feel more anxious. Cody feels Camielle press against them, and instinctively, they press their side against hers as well, feeling the only sense of warmth and comfort in the room come from her. Other servile slaves bravely voiced their opinions, and Cody felt validated for their own thoughts, but they were still too cowardly to utter another word. What do you do in a situation like this? Righteously, they wanted to leave the building and report this to the nearest chevalier. It would spare them from being in trouble, wouldn't it? But what would Emin Sonya think if she learned that they had gotten involved with some sort of scheme for another violent rebellion? Would she be proud of them, or look down on them for even entering the conversation? They have a reputation to uphold!
"Mhm..." Camielle gives them confidence. Cody also wants to leave, so they gently press their shoulder against hers, making a subtle cue toward an attempt. The other pegasus had threatened to bring harm to anyone who tried to stop her from leaving. Maybe the two of them could step out with her?
But that unicorn with the piercings had spoken up again, and with frustration and uncertainty once again brewing in their stomach, Cody took a single step forwards and then froze. What can we do? What exactly were these horses trying to change? Cody didn't want to do anything! They were happy with how they lived!
"I-I don't..." The pegasus colt stammers, their wings hugging their sides tightly while they finally muster the guts to speak. "I don't understand. What is it you are so eager to change? I like the life I have, I work hard and my masters treat me so well! I was told it's a good thing to feel this way, to have someone else decide also the hard choices in life for me!"
Their words are filled with confusion, not anger. Though agitated with some of the horses around them, Cody is more sad than disgusted. "I don't want to have a revolution and become one of those filthy vindicators who kill people, or be forced to live outside these walls where everyone's lives are filled with strife!"
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 6, 2019 8:23:48 GMT -6
LIANA | SERVILE SLAVE
They all had so much yet so little to say. They were ganging up on her, but it did not faze her. She wondered if it really was that hard to keep your mouth shut when you had nothing useful to say? Apparently, it was. The more time she spent in this smelly room, the more she realized she was without a doubt the only educated one of the bunch. It was a sad reality, but not one Liana had to worry being part of. Once more, she wasn’t that all surprised. “If you cannot give me what I asked for then perhaps you shouldn’t speak at all. I understand you feel addressed but you are far from competent, dear.” She spat ever so coolly as she glared at both Grange and Mason. “Patience has helped you a great deal I see.” She added before she shifted her gaze to Evaris, the latter now standing in front of her.
Liana? Worried? Not in the slightest. She simply had better things to do. She smiled the faintest of smiles. She almost seemed amused. “You sound exactly like my brother, how lovely.” She said sarcastically as she slipped away from the center of the room like a thief in the night when Evaris wasn’t watching, only to block Jacqueline from leaving. It wasn’t hard to do so, seeing how Liana towered above her.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked the pony “No one leaves this room as long as I don’t get a proper answer, understood?” The mare meant every word she spat. She almost dared the Pegasus to do it, until the door creaked open behind her. She raised her brows when she saw a gaunt-looking horse entering the room. He was repulsive at best but he had her attention. Her ears perked forward as he spoke. Liana was no dog. In fact, she strongly believed she was better than all of them combined. “They wish.” She simply replied as she flicked her mane back, kicking the door shut. “Don’t mind the imbeciles who would rather stay in this God forsaken place. Keep going.” She ushered the skinny stallion to continue, ignoring Jacqueline’s protest.
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Post by Rhaenera on Aug 10, 2019 2:22:53 GMT -6
Thane;Servile Slave
You are some kind of Wonderful
They just kept talking. They kept arguing and discussing the worst kind of treason. Someone tried to leave. They blocked the door, the dangerous ones. The voices were so loud now in this little room, was it getting smaller? The tension grew when they just, kept, talking.
Thane hadn't even bothered to look up anymore, his jaw grit anxiously and he rolled the ball on his bit timidly. His bit and bridle he'd chosen to wear tonight because that was the rules.
Everything seemed like a bright blur, their aggressive, timid, abrasive voices merged to white noise.
The loud clack of a hoof had him recoiling further from the collection of equines. Leaving wasn't an option so he sank as far as the walls would allow. He hoped caught up in their own they'd forget about him. Allow him to dissociate from this old room and settle his mind in his wonderful master's home and warm bed. A bed he should have never left.
He hummed quietly to himself a lullaby Astraeus would sing to calm him when he told him about horrible things he heard here. He was scared, but he knew what he could do to change the future.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 11, 2019 15:55:45 GMT -6
Grange || Servile Slave || Post Seven
There was so much going on, Grange could barely keep up with it all. Horses were bickering, attempting to leave, fighting amongst themselves about whether or not they should leave. It was making his head spin, and he closed his eyes tightly, pressing the lids firmly together in a manner that made him see stars in the black field of his vision. He was fighting not to reach out, cross the distance between them, and land a solid bite on the mare's rump who was encouraging the stranger to go on. Not just because she was dragging this meeting out, but because he decided that she deserved it as well. She was getting on his nerves. They all were. "Look," he said, blue-grey eyes popping open once more. He turned his gaze to the scarred equine, his stomach turning slightly as he did so. "As you can see, those of us who have brains are not interested in your proposal. So mosey along, friend," he said, spitting venom into the word 'friend' as he narrowed his eyes at the stranger. "We don't want you here. We have our own ways of getting out...or staying if that's what we may choose to do. Revolution is not warranted tonight. So unless you have some damn good reason I should listen to you...be on your way so we can all go home." WC: 230 |
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 12, 2019 23:01:04 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene Cody felt their heart sink and their hopes deflate, and crestfallen, they sank closer to Camielle's flank. They kept their head low in a dejected manner, for surely they were both frustrated and frightened. That gray spotted mare had rapidly become the most outspoken of the group, and far more arrogant than her peers. Sure, that pegasus with the weird Talorian accent might have rudely questioned their way of life, but she did not seem as harsh as this common horse, who now boldly decided to block their only exit. Cody felt their feathers ruffle at her words, but they quickly slicked, and those ruby eyes, usually so bright and warm, dulled in shame of being called an 'imbecile,' ( They aren't an imbecile, they're a loyal assistant! Educated, dignified! She's meaner than any of their masters! )
If someone was going to put her in her place, it wasn't going to be Cody. Her words insulted them and took a stab at their otherwise well kept self-esteem, but a fight is not what they are looking for! Fearing what the smaller pegasus in front of them might do, Cody's eyes dart for Camielle, and then the other horses around the room, silently pleading for someone to interject. They were scared. They want to go home!
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Aug 13, 2019 23:48:51 GMT -6
Evaris | SERVILE SLAVE
Serving the House of Adelaide It was fascinating to see all the jabber pick up, with arguing mixed in once the skeleton-nosed man stepped in. She momentarily rolled her eyes at Jacquelline about the mention of their master. So what if she took care of them? It was only for her own benefit. She was some rich snob in the heights of the hierarchy who wanted to profit well from owning prim and proper slaves. "Sure, sure, run back to master, Jackaboy," Evaris mumbled under her breath when everyone else was picking up chaos, watching as the others became increasingly frustrated, confused, and frantic. It was kind of funny, the fact that this was the beginning of a revolt. Alas, no band of rebels was ever perfect, and these bunch sure had a long way to go before they would figure out how wrong they were. Some contested against the statement of being dogs, while others didn't wish it to be so, yet made no effort to change the fact. With one confident, cocky glance at Liana when addressed to sound like her brother in such a snooty voice, she couldn't help but to chuckle and grin widely to the thought. "Aw, that's sweet, he sounds fun, aye?" Of course, she hadn't quite understood why she had made a point to mention it, although her facial structure did look slightly familiar, though not quite enough for her to recognize the brother she spoke of. Her hooves moved forward in light stride to a less crowded area of the room, standing near to the intriguing, yet admittedly creepy stallion. When words seemingly drift through the air she eyed everyone before putting a hoof down and rolling her eyes once more at the crowd in the room. "Look, while it's fun to listen to ye' ramble, the lad's got a point and ye know it, eh? Though I'm sure you're too comfortable in yer cozy dog houses and teke-less bits, there's much more to yer lives than lookin' pretty and wanting yer masters to confirm everything you do as a 'good job'." She shifted her wings on her back, rolling her shoulders momentarily before sighing. "And those dirty vindicators you speak of, eh? They ain't so bad, really. They want to save you from this shitty place." The champagne pegasus began to pace around, waiting for silence to speak casually of the issue, practically holding a cold chuckle in the back of her throat. "And y'all don't even know how bad it is out there in the districts do ye? Or are ye' turning a blind eye to the labor slaves. Don't pretend you don't remember what that was like." She eyed each and every slave in the room, her expression moving from cockiness to a sort of questioning, challenging look to her brow. "So tell me, if you were to go up to a labor slave, would you still say everything you say now, hm? Would you say that uh, heh," She let out that cold chuckle that was once caged, before raising her vocals in a mocking, higher-pitched voice in a poor attempt to mimic the Aodhian accent. "life's just perfect here, oh I just LOVE being my master's object! Who cares about my freedom or anyone else's, I should be grateful to be able to eat every day, maybe even every other day! Oh, life is just SO GRAND!" She cut off the rest of her mockery with a belted laugh, lowering her head and closing her eyes for a moment to let out her laughter, stamping a hoof. After a minute or so of laughter she recoiled, her throat was cleared and her expression held a grin to it, before dropping slowly nearing the end of her speech. "Yeah, alright, keep yer grand little prison life, but let folk in the dumps have the grand outdoors. And to score you one better, Vindicators are the least of your worries comparing to the law n' shit culture you lads got here. Tch... and I thought the Tals were bad." Her tail flicked behind her with her finishing statement. There was a certain bitterness behind each word that she spat. Even if there was a lavish life following with being a servile slave, they took away the only thing she wanted most. At this point, for once in her life, she didn't care about how rich and amazing things were around her. If it took away her freedoms to be her own mare, to fly among the clouds and feel the wind flow through her mane, then she didn't want anything to do with it. Being a pegasus growing up in Talorian culture all she knew was being told she was less than the others, is less than any other certain horse. She was tired of it, sick of how those with a complex of power mingled into the culture made others truly believe that one equine was lesser than another. Aodh wasn't any different, even without the breed barriers, being presented as property to be sold was much worse. Aodh took away her beautiful mane, it took away her flight, and it stripped away her freedom. She hated Aodh, hated everything about it, and to pass up the opportunity to flee? It was her best quality, there was no way she would miss out on such a thing. Post #3 WC: 894 (Tals = Mainland Talorians) |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 14, 2019 12:42:40 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
He thought he could make it, just one more step, but then someone spoke up again and someone looked right at him and Mickaiah was stopped dead in his tracks, staring self-consiously at the floor. He trembled, perhaps they were right, perhaps he was a dog, not worth a thing, an object, but... No, what was he thinking, dogs were amazing, nice and kind creatures. Comparing someone like himself to them, it was shameful of him to do so.
Perhaps he did deserve slavery though, after all, everything he had done in his life was wrong and it was even a shock Moonrise was so kind for him. Sometimes he believed he deserved even worse, perhaps he belonged in the dark district and it was only in some kindness of the gods that Moonrise got him back. Perhaps not kindness but a fluke. A fluke and soon they’d realise what had gone wrong and take it all away again. Perhaps being here, this mistake, would do that to him. The thought made his breath hitch.
”Resolution on what?” he squeecked out softly, yet it sounded entirely too loud to him. “Why are we here? What do you expect us to do?” Them, poor slaves. They weren’t capable or at least he wasn’t. He never was. His eyes were teary now. Why him? He was simply too weak for anything.
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Post by PennthePony on Aug 14, 2019 20:35:26 GMT -6
JACQUELINE
‘JACQUE’
Servant of Lady Adelaide - an Artisan
Hearing all of the voices speak up around her, the mare decided quickly to fall to the back of the group, standing down from the skeletal common horse, spitting at him in the process. Jacqueline said nothing, keeping her mouth shut as she found her way besides the kid she believed to be called Cody. She had seen them before while out on errands for the Mistress, but had only heard their name once. The one who pressed their body into was Camielle, she recognized the young hippocampus from their time in the labor pit. She nodded to her in a polite gesture, looking at Cody with regretful eyes. “We will get out of here unscathed, kid. I promise ya that. There will be no revolution tonight.” Jacque told the child, urging a sense of hope. Her own fears crawled up her spine, sending a shiver through her bones. She hid it away quickly, smoothing her feathers. Weakness could not be seen nor felt, her first master had told her long ago, weakness must be locked away for no one to find.
Keeping her eyes even on the skeletal figure and the rest of the divergents, she hushed the child with a soft hiss of her teeth. “Do not speak another word, child. Auntie Jacque will keep you safe. Stay behind me, I’ll get ya home to your master.” She took a step forward, spreading her wings just enough to hide the child-slave Cody and their companion. Directing her attention to the ex-Talorian pirate, Jacque lifted her chin, meeting her height. “Then go on with your revolution, but keep me out of it. I’m happy with my life. Yes, I will admit it would be nice to be free and find a wife, have a family. But my mother always told me, why fix a thing if it isn’t broke? Some of you may wish freedom, but I wish to work my way through my servitude and, maybe someday, buy my own freedom. Through hard work, not violence. Why can we who wish to be left alone just be left alone? I want change just like anyone else wearing a bit, but I won’t be a part of the blood that comes with it.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts. “I’m no pirate, I’m no vindicator, and I sure as hell am no soldier. I will not stand for any of this.”
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Post by brittlewren on Aug 17, 2019 0:36:43 GMT -6
CAMIELLECody wanted to leave too. That made her feel a little better, but the arguing continued. Even Cody spoke up, confessing that they were happy with their life and how their masters treated them. Camielle felt the same. She really respected Ruby, and she was treated so well, and like an equal. If dogs were treated that way, then wouldn't every horse be a dog? Her brows pinched and she fiddled with her bit, visibly distressed and confused by what was happening around them. A revolution would do more harm than good, wouldn't it? The appaloosa mare spoke up again. Why did they have to stay just for her? She could stay and get her answers, everone else didn't have to be here for her to do that. Her ears pressed back against her neck, and her eyes darted towards the now closed door that was being blocked by that horse with the scarred face. A pegasus mare popped up beside Cody, and offered Camielle a silent greeting. Jacque? She remembered their face from the Labor pits. Jacque was promising her and Cody that they'd get out of here. But she didn't explain how. Even she had been blocked and told off by horses, and her arguing hadn't really offered a way out. Before she could really comprehend what was happening, Jacque had spread her wings, shielding both herself and Cody from harsh eyes. She was speaking with confidence, and Camielle gave a small nod at what the mare was saying. Nobody should have to get hurt, no matter which side they stood on. WC: 264 | Post #3 |
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Aug 17, 2019 23:15:35 GMT -6
EVARIS | SERVILE SLAVE
Serving the House of Adelaide It was a nuisance to listen to the pegasus mare’s gabbering, acting all high and mighty towards another slave. Evaris never wanted to be there, and hearing her speak of working through a broken system was absolute lunacy. She rolled her eyes when speaking of it, mocking back by mouthing along to the words, refusing to accept any of it. The truth was that it made her angry that most of these ponies we’re complacent with their lifestyles, and defending the masters that they cared so much about. But she knew better, because she knew that those very masters could not and/or would not return their feelings in turn. She sneered at her fellow slave, letting out a huff. “Oh yackity yack, Jack. You know riding the system won’t get ya’ anywhere. How long have you ridden it, ey? How’s that been working for you, huh? Not good, eh? And gee who’s to blame… oh yeah, that’s right, the masters, and equine like you, lot.” She stepped forward in front of Jack and fluffed up her feathers, spreading her wings upwards towards the ceiling. Any light that caught on them glinted the top side’s iridescence. The clipping of her wings were blatant for all to see. Even though in her body language and tone she displayed a frustration for the moment, she still held a cocky grin to her, raising her brow at Jacqueline who defended those who stayed complacent and meek. “You stay quiet and hidden and you won’t get any change, not nothin’, savvy? And if you had even a taste of the freedom I’ve known, then you’d be clawing for any chance you’d get for damn sure, mate. But sure, keep being a worthless object, because in the end being some stupid little pet’s all you need in life, right Jack? Righht.” She flicked her tail behind her and tucked her wings loosely back in, shifting with an attitude hovering her. She wasn’t happy with this, with everything. Nobody cared about their freedom. Why did they not care? Were they that brainwashed or something? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to be there any longer after all the events that occurred as of late. “‘If it ain’t broke don’t fix it’, psh. My rump, it ain’t broke. Not like a bunch of slaves fell in a sewer a bit back because the foundation of the city literally collapsed, oh no. Totally not broke at all. Go back to your masters now or whatever.” Her sarcasm radiated from her entire being, her eyes holding a dull, annoyed look towards no one in particular. “And feel free to tell them all about this little escapade. I’m sure they deeeffinitely won’t have your head for it, oh no. I’m sure they won’t question as to why you were involved in a secret revolutionary slave meeting instead of doing your chores, eh? Not my business, though.” With that she managed to adjust her annoyed look, with her dull eyes shining with mischief once more, a chuckle escaping her lips just thinking about how horribly it could go for them. But either way, one thing was true: if any of them spoke up about this, they could face dire consequences that their masters saw fit. In a sense if the ship went down, not only would the captain, but the entire crew would go down with it. She cracked a gap-tooth smile at that thought, shaking her head slowly in amused disappointment. This would be fun, and she was along for the ride for whatever happened so long as it brought forth freedom to her doorstep. Post #4 WC: 605 |
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Post by Zookcan on Aug 17, 2019 23:38:09 GMT -6
"Be grateful. Question nothing."
C O D Y
Servant of House Bradene Still hugging Camielle's side, the young slave remains silent, and their red eyes briefly shifted towards the other pegasus, Jacqueline, who continued to stand with confidence. She had even been kind enough to extend her wings, in order to shield them and their hippocampus friend. With their face hidden from the view of the others, the little pigeon pegasus could just squeeze their eyes shut and just hope to wait the rest of the conversation out, and then slip out silently and return home like nothing happened. Sonya had been kind enough to give their own bedroom in her home, rather than a space in the slave quarters. They were eager to return there, to a warm hearth and fresh water, to slip under the covers of their bed and sleep away the night's horrors.
Evaris did nothing to quell their fears. The mention of being punished just for being involved in this little discussion made Cody begin to shake. Their feathers ruffled visibly again Keep it down, Cody, keep it down. They must be a well-behaved individual, they must keep a cool facade, even when their mind isn't!
"I'm not stupid..." The colt mouthed to themselves, though no words came out. "I'm happy here. What's your excuse...?"
This had been the worst decision they've made, ever.
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