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Post by Queerly on Jul 5, 2019 15:37:33 GMT -6
Aodh Open Faction Thread Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: With King Soleil's forces encroaching deeper into Eithne territory, refugees have fled their homes to seek shelter in New Valore. The influx is such that the city struggles to accommodate them, citizenship papers misplaced or missing as the districts swell with too little space. While the chaos is sorted, the city gates have been temporarily closed, frightened and desperate refugees rerouted to Valore's ample farmlands to await a better fate. These are your people, hungry and scared, grieving for lost homes and loved ones. You want to help. Thus when the call comes for volunteers, you make your way to the farmlands with whatever donations you can afford to give, and provide aid where it is needed. Food must be distributed, medical attention provided, and tents erected - what shall you do? Time of Day: Early morning Weather: Overcast Location: Valore farmlands This thread is open to all characters in the Aodh Faction!
You don't have to register to join in, but your character must be an accepted character in the group gallery!
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Post by foalish on Jul 5, 2019 19:22:48 GMT -6
Mercury
These days, her time felt like it was non-existent, like she was pulled to thin and hoped not to fray. She barely had time to get a full nights rest most days, if she was even that lucky. Her rank in these times weren’t quite kind to her. How she thought she even had the time to volunteer was beyond her, yet here she was, like an idiot, as a volunteer.
It was crowded. Unpleasant and busy. Even the idea of home was far more comforting than here; but that wasn’t her problem, nor did she have time to dwell on it. The amount to things that needed to be done, that needed her attention, made her dizzy just at the thought. From handing out food, to helping horses set up tents, she danced her way through the crowd one at a time, doing her best to appeal one horse asking for help at a time.
It had been hours, she couldn’t count the number of horses she’d spoken to in the last hour, yet her pace didn’t slow. She may have been tired, but her empathy and duty to help would never let that stop her, let alone slow her down.
She stopped next to another horse, her voice gentle, but almost urgent, ”need any help? Anything I can get for you?”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 5, 2019 23:14:21 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post One It was early, streaks of sunlight just barely peeping through the rows and rows of clouds that obscured the sky as Kalin trotted tiredly between the injured, weak, and frightened new citizens of Valore. His eyes were glazed over, exhausted not even a strong enough word to describe what he was feeling as he moved amongst the horses. From time to time, he stopped to dole out food, water, or medical care, wondering exactly how he'd gotten roped into this. After all, his job was...nothing...like this. He would give anything to be buried among his blueprints, designing new arches and homes for the great city, rather than housing frightened refugees from the Kirin advances. How things had changed from his early days. Tsking to himself, the white stallion turned to his left, noticing another horse giving aid. She was a beautiful dappled golden color, with bright blue scales and fins dotting her form here and there. Dipping his head to the mare, Kalin cleared his throat, hoping to pull her attention away from her charge for a second. "How are things looking on your side?" he inquired, nodding to the horses that he assumed she'd been looking over. "All's good on this side."
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 7, 2019 5:59:12 GMT -6
He was an idiot! What was he doing to himself?, he wasn't even a born citizen but here he was stepping sheepishly among the crowd of his new found people's. Poor Artaymeira. Half his heart just wanted to stay home in his lush new home... but the other half had urged him out... 'Maybe my parents are here?... maybe they are coming with King Soleil's army?'. He inwardly cringed and his wings shifted awkwardly, seemingly on their own accord but he tried to ignore them. His new wings weren't the only thing that was giving him trouble. He swallowed hard past the lump in his throat as he passed by a small Pegasus family, the two children were pulled away just at the mere sight of him, the father giving him the nastiest frown They were amusing at most times, but with an army of kirins coming to destroy all that they were?... Right now there weren't so amusing. They were just as frightened as he was. His ears picked up and he paused as a small mare addressed him, for a moment he stared down at her fishy limbs in utter curiosity... before he realised he had taken to long to reply. He flicked his tail absent mindedly and used his teke to tug gently on his braids..., "I uhh well... I came to help but I feel like all I'm doing is making people unhappy. So no. No o don't think I need anything... I might just leave and try and find my parents instead..."
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Post by data-bull on Jul 7, 2019 17:49:51 GMT -6
Violet
Skittering about as adults pushed past in panicked throngs, it took all Violet's strength to avoid being trampled. His long ears perked as voices called out, only to fall when they weren't the ones he sought. Frantic eyes darted between strange faces, searching for the parents he would never find. Their passing had yet to settle in his mind; he had yet to mourn their loss.
His relatives had been kind, but with young children of their own they could only give so much. They had barely time to bond when the encroaching kirins drove them from their country home; Vi was lucky to have made the journey at all. And as his aunt struggled to keep her family together, it was understandable that one slipped through the cracks. He scampered off in search of something, anything familiar. But the city that once seemed so welcoming and warm had become crowded and terrifying. He saw a dozen streets like the ones he knew, yet none of them brought him clarity.
As the crowd moved, Violet was unceremoniously shoved into the horse besides him. Letting out a pained squeak as he landed on the ground, he blubbered something that sounded vaguely like an apology while struggling to stand.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 7, 2019 17:59:52 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Two The horse that Mercury had addressed stuttered back a reply to her, and Kalin nodded in understanding, giving the braided-up horse a reassuring smile before moving off once more, satisfied that the mare could take care of her charge without him breathing down his neck. He was so unused to treating the sick and wounded, the tired and downtrodden. He was used to being on the edges of high society, universities, parties, and the like. This was an entirely new world to Kalin, and not one that he enjoyed...at all. But before he could contemplate his bad luck any farther, he found himself being bounced into by a tiny creature, no more than a newborn. Looking down at the foal, Kalin took in the details of his attacker. Small, pearl colored, with appaloosa spots splashing his rump, and small purple horns. Wide eyes, fearful almost, as the creature tottered. Lending out a small push from his light purple teke, Kalin nudged the foal back onto his hooves, smiling down at the little critter. "No harm done, little one," he assured the colt. "I'm Kalin...and you?" he inquired, raising a brow at the small creature. "Is there something I can do to help you, friend?" WC: 209 |
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Post by foalish on Jul 7, 2019 23:38:23 GMT -6
Mercury
A horse she did not recognize, but who seemed to be taking charge on their own terms swung by, offering reassurance that distracted the captain for a moment, turning her gaze to them. She offered a nod and a thanks to Kalin, ”all good over here too.” But before she could say anything else, seemingly out of nowhere, a foal came and distracted the horse, pulling them away from any chance at conversation. A wistful smile graced her lips at the foal for a moment, before she turned her head, back to the horse who spoke up.
It took her a moment to even remember the fact she’d spoke to them in the first place. Perhaps she was more tired than she remembered.
She noticed a few things pretty quickly about them - first was the mix of scales and wings, second was the way they pulled, what she could only assume nervously at their own hair, and third, how they spoke. So she found herself straitening up as Artax went on, gaze shifting to a tad more serious. ”I don’t see why anyone would be uncomfortable with you here,” despite her words, her gaze couldn’t help but quickly travel over their scales. They were very clearly a hybrid - but weather a Hippocampus or Kirin, they could not say. The later would make much more sense considering their body language. And perhaps then, she could understand a Kirin being uncomfortable when surrounded by horses who were actively fleeing an army of other Kirin. ”But I understand. Although, if you are looking to stay, we could use a few more with Teke to hand out water and food, we’re a bit short on volunteers with all these horses around to look after. I’m sure they’d all be thankful for that,” and her words, mixed with her smile, came off as nothing but sincere.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 8, 2019 21:26:03 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave  Phoenix had a knack for helping out. Be it due to her breeding, training, or Mistress Iscah, Phoenix knew what she had to do the moment she heard about it. And, with Mistress Iscah’s permission, the leather-winged pegasi had been shipped out to the Valore farmlands to assist the refugees that had been denied entry to the city. She didn’t insist on going because it was a chance to just get out and do whatever she wanted, which she could probably do and get away with, she insisted because she felt it was her duty to her herd, and her mistress, to help out. She was exhausted. She hadn’t been bred for hard labor or long days out in the sun, she simply wasn’t used to such things. But here she was, biting her tongue and her bit as she subtly regretted her rash decision for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time, she was glad she had come. So, so many were hurt. Many more were hungry and thirsty. It was up to her and the other volunteers to ensure everyone had food, water, and shelter while Valore could figure out what to do with the horses it hadn’t planned on coming banging on its gates. The rogue Kirin, which she likened to call them, were a detriment to Aodhian society and, in her personal if not secret opinion, probably fake somehow. Surely children of Ignacio would never do this. Surely. Despite her fatigue, Phoenix would be appalled if she let it show. She was a slave and a damn good one, thank you very much. Serving others was her element, rain or shine, and she would never, ever, blacken Mistress Isiah's name if she didn’t serve with the utmost poise and dignity a slave should have at any, and every, given time. Head held high and, despite the sweat sticking to her pelt and wings, her makeup and hoof polish remained immaculate. She ensured she steps with grace and poise, always smile and offer kind words, and perhaps some wisdom, to everyone. Two of the other Volunteers, Mercury and Kalin, were doing their rounds, and as she paused ever so briefly to look over the hundreds of equines gathered, it slowly began to sink in. All catastrophes, even the destruction of the Dark District, still had a hard time sinking in. It never really seemed real until she was smack dab in the middle of it. She had been forced to be a labor slave for a bit until reunited with Mistress Iscah, and now she was in the middle of all of these refugees. Kalin appeared to be tending to what appeared to be a lost foal, and Mercury was talking to- wait, is that a pegasus or a kirin? It didn’t take long for the cogs to shift gears. Hybrids were a thing, rare as they were, and Phoenix felt herself a bit conflicted. Not all kirin, right? There were plenty of kirin not trying to destroy Aodh. Surely this one was not one of them. She was far too far away to hear what they were talking about but decided to let Mercury handle that as she was unsure how to go about it herself, so she instead strode up to Kalin to see if she could assist him with the small foal. “The sun shines upon you, Sir.” She spoke gently, yet loudly to get over the volume of the other horses around them speaking. “If I could be of service to you and the foal.” She dipped her head respectfully, offering the tiny child a gentle smile. 605 WordsPost #1 |
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 9, 2019 11:55:02 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Against his better judgement, seeing how the last time he’d volunteered turned out, Leonides was on his way to offer help once more. The blond stallion had left his coffeehouse closed for the day, giving a somewhat confused Algren the day off. It was still early and clouds kept the sun from warming the land, for now. So the air was quite cool as Leo made his way down the farmlands, noticing he wasn’t the only one out to help. He looked around for any familiar faces, tossing blond locks from his eyes. Gold teke shifted his heavy saddlebags into place again, making sure not to cover the banner with The Coffeebean Cafe logo. The Valorean also quickly made sure his white shirt and blue striped apron where looking neat enough.
Business was business and Leonides had not been blind to the many establishments selling tasty food and drinks in New Valore. Setting up a new place in Bloom was still a dream, one that could turn into a nightmare with the current threats. Refugees and farmlanders made an unlikely pool of new customers, but Leo was too stubbornly ambitious to let that stop him from trying. His saddlebags where filled to the brim with cups, cream, honey, spices and a couple of coffeepots designed to preserve heat. The young stallion was confident his homemade coffee would be a welcome treat.
He hadn’t expected the organized chaos that he approached. The refugees had only recently started their settlement in the farmlands, which left a lot of things to figure out. Water, shelter and medical attention came first. There was a lot of bustling around, people still searching for friends and family, for belongings, for food. Leo could not possibly put himself in their horseshoes, but he could help. He spend the first hour offering drinks, listening to stories and answering questions about the city.
Leo slowly found himself helping with other tasks at well. Keeping an eye on a couple of foals until their mother returned, assisting another horse in distributing some supplies. The dunalino watched as much needed materials for proper tents arrived at the camp. He knew his strong body would be very helpful in setting those up. If someone gave him the right directions he could probably build all of them by himself in no time at all. The merchant rolled his shoulders, smiling as he felt the diminished weight in his saddlebags. Maybe this time it hadn’t been a mistake to volunteer his help, at least he was actually doing something.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 10, 2019 5:59:34 GMT -6
MILAN
If someone had told him just a year or so ago that he would be going out of the city of his own volition to provide assistance to those less fortunate, Milan would probably have laughed in their faces. He had never been the charitable sort, but much had changed since he almost died in that tiny town of Magmire, and he had, in his own opinion at least, become a better person for it.
It helped, of course, that he now had plenty more means and money to be charitable, as his business as an artisan was blooming, and his husband now earned plenty through various occupation benefits as well.
Today, however, he was not out here spending his own money. No, he was here as an extra pair of hooves to his second cousin, Faiza, who was running errands on the behalf of her noble husband. These entangled family relations could get quite complicated if you tried to explain them to someone, but Milan was still happy to be here to offer his support for a good cause.
His vibrant fins were for once on full display, rather than tucked under layers of clothing. They had come in early to set up with the assistance of Aleksei’s numerous slaves and paid servants, and now had a veritable little setup. There were prepackaged bundles of food and basic medicinal aid, as well as small stipendium of spending money. Families could even apply for discounted housing in the city if they filled a few qualifications.
Milan didn’t know what Aleksei was after with this spending, but the people sure seemed to appreciate it.
Milan saw a small foal get pushed over, and noticed that a few equines had already gathered over them. He decided to keep an eye on it, but stayed on his post for now, handing another needy equine a bundle of supplies.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 10, 2019 21:32:42 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Three Kalin blinked as a new horse made her way towards him, greeting him with a common Aodhian saying. He blinked, taking in the mare's features for a moment. She was striking enough, with her bald white face, pale coat, long donkey ears, and the most striking features of all: her wings and tail. Kalin was used to seeing creatures of all kinds, but dragon pegasi were still some kind of a rarity to him, and he found it hard to wrap his mind around how all that lizard-like skin worked. But, shaking his head slightly, he pushed the thoughts aside, smiled at the mare before him, and nodded a greeting to her. He could see the mark of a slave on her, but that hardly mattered now. There were so many horses here of so many different ranks. If he had a superiority complex...which, to be honest, he did...Kalin was having to grapple with it now. Here were horses of all stations, working and helping together. It was...strange. But there wasn't time to mull over that now; horses needed help, and Kalin had volunteered to do just that. "I think my little friend will be okay," he said, casting a glance at the foal with a quick smile. "But there are some horses over here that need water," he said, reaching out with his teke to grab hold of a jug that was setting nearby. Water inside it sloshed around, leaving a hollow, empty echo behind it. "Care to help me dole out?" he inquired. WC: 260 |
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 11, 2019 10:36:25 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave Others were still doing their rounds and working. A dunalino in a work shirt and a remarkable hybrid had come to join in, but she was too preoccupied with Kalin at the moment to see if they needed help. Not that they truly needed it, surely. The dunalino had coffee to hand out, which she could smell all the way over here, and the hybrid had his own stand to tend to. Besides, Kalin was looking at her, likely taking in her beauty.She knew he was looking her over as she stood there waiting for instruction, she was used to it. She rathered enjoyed it, no matter the gender that looked her way. She was unusual for pegasi, she knew, unusual even for a slave of her pedigree, but she relished it. She loved it. It was what she was bred for, lived for. It gave her pleasure all of its own. And if others enjoyed her appearance, then all the better.But now wasn’t the time to flaunt her goods. Now was the time to assist those who needed it. To do her job and do it well. And do it well she would.“Whatever you ask, I shall do it, Sir.” She dipped her head deeply, casting another glance at the small foal. She once again offered Violet a smile, before she stood back up to take a tray full of ceramic mugs that were placed by the aforementioned jug in her crimson, amber and gold teke. She held it delicately like any servile slave would be expected to. “Please lead the way, Sir.”267 WordsPost #2 |
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 12, 2019 6:08:39 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Things seemed to be going great, well, as good as they could go in these circumstances anyway. Leo had a tendency to be optimistic and he was positive everything would work out. It was good to see so many different horses helping each other. His eyes roamed the crowd, resting for a moment on a beautiful flaxen chestnut with impressive leathery wings. They were talking with a very tall dun, a hippocampus, judging by her bright blue fins. Interesting horses indeed.
Leo wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, deciding he could use a bit of a break. He smiled to himself when he saw just the kind of distraction he needed. Confident and with new energy in his step, Leo trotted over to the nearby stand. A graceful hippocampus with mane like fire was dealing out little bundles of supplies. Leo smiled as he appreciated their generosity.
“Wow I thought the sun was hot but look at you.” He stated with a wink, already holding up a cup of cinnamon coffee with his teke. “It’s on the house. And I know you’re busy today, but could you put me on your to-do list?” He added, his bright smile turning into a suggestive smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 13, 2019 5:42:38 GMT -6
MILAN
The situation with the foal seemed to be sorting itself out, and Milan took a moment to have professional admiration for the dragon pegasus slave who had joined the crowd. When he was still a slave trader, Milan had dreamed of the opportunity to sell something so lovely – the dragon pegasi consistently fetched premium prices, and he wondered absently who this one belonged to. Probably a noble of some description with that flashy coloration.
He felt bad immediately afterwards for appreciating the beauty of someone bound in chains. Old habits just died hard sometimes, and a much larger portion of his life had been spent in support of slavery than against it.
Luckily there was a disturbance to take his mind off of it before he managed to beat himself up too badly over it.
Milan turned to face the new arrival at the stall. They did not look like one of the refugees and were holding out a cup of something out for him. Before Milan had time to greet them, the words registered, and the stallion blushed furiously.
Funny how distant the times when he himself was capable of such comments seemed. Bale had never appreciated flirting, and wasn’t exactly much of a flirter himself, so hearing such comments had become a rarity; so much so that for a moment, he wasn’t sure how to even react to it.
Instead he reached out to take the drink.
“Uh, thank you”, he said, trying hastily to regain his composure before finally managing to settle on a relaxed smirk. Milan sipped at the drink to gain a bit more time, and then said: “This is very nice. And you are very handsome, but I’m afraid not.”
He was happy Bale was not here; the ex-War Forged had no understanding of polyamory.
Milan shook his head slightly to get his hair to fall better, and now clearly showing the tell-tale signs of his hybrid nature: the red scales on his forehead, and the delicate antlers behind his ears.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 14, 2019 18:33:37 GMT -6
Artaymeira swallowed hard as she spoke, "I don’t see why anyone would be uncomfortable with you here". How could she not see how much of a kirin he was?. He blinked slowly, his spotted Pupils shifting downwards, he missed all his Kiriny features... his long beautiful tail and his cute little antler nubs... he took a step back and cleared his throat, dipping his head in a slow nod, "I... I can help if that's what you need... just try not to expect too much from those who receive my help" Whether it was paranoia or something else he wasn't sure but he could feel like all eyes were on him and he couldn't help but give his braids another short tug. "I'm Artaymeira... by the way. But call me Artax. If you like". He flicked his tail before picking up a basket of vegetables nearby with his teke. He offered the mare a bit of a sheepish grin before stepping aside for her to lead the way. He hoped she would stick around... He would feel so awkward handing these out to the horses without someone right there to assist
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Post by foalish on Jul 14, 2019 22:28:43 GMT -6
Mercury
His stutter was pretty obvious, her own smirk faltering for a quick second at the lack of his confidence. At least in the moment - perhaps she was vain, but her own worth had never been a question. Scales and wings were quite an aesthetic and charming mix; perhaps some horses were afraid of them, but that was their problem, not this horses, especially as long as he was an abiding citizen. And she got no suggestion otherwise so far.
”I don’t think it will be an issue,” her tone had softened to something much more sincere. At least to his face, it was probably unlikely, at least any real trouble. While she could not control what they said behind her back, ”and if they do, you won’t have to hear from them ever again,” her smile widened; there was almost a cryptic tone to her joyful voice if you dug enough for it.
She followed his lead, quickly picking up her own supplies, while offering another smile, ”nice to meet you, Artax, I’m Captain Mercury, but just Mercury is fine.” The chevalier aspect perhaps was a bit obvious by her attire, but she didn’t much care, especially for such trivial things as subtly.
She took a few steps before turning back to the younger hybrid, just to make sure they were following.
She stopped pretty quickly, tuning in at the last moment of not so subtle flirting, from what she could assume was a merchant (Leo). And another hybrid, (Milan).
Well then; she though they were rare - apparently they grew on trees now. But this one also had scales - and antlers. Their breeds, well it wasn’t even up for a debate.
”Hello,” she butt in, her tone soft, while still holding some volume, ”we’re just doing rounds, making sure everyone is comfortable, or if you need anything.” her eyes shot between both to the horse, then her company for a second glance. ”If not, feel free to just ignore us,” she dipped her head politely, her expression near neutral now.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 15, 2019 12:11:39 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Four Kalin wasn't surprised by the mare's manner in the least; he'd grown up with slaves, and had come to expect a certain kind of treatment from them. Her demure demeanor was exactly what he expected to receive from someone below his station. Nodding to her, Kalin made his way through the crowded plaza, handing out cups of water to horses who called him over, making sure that everyone was taken care of before moving on to the next group. Soon enough, his jug was empty, and he turned back around, making his way through the crowd to get more supplies. He was mostly silent while he worked, other than the occasional comment to the refugees. With a heavy sigh, Kalin twitched his tail, using the end of the green scarf he kept wrapped around his neck to dot his brow. He wished he'd brought his glasses; everything was just a slight bit blurry, and it was beginning to give him a headache. "This is going to be a hell of a long day," he snorted, to no one in particular. He wasn't trying to be completely unhappy with the situation, but unlike the entrepreneurs who seemed to have found a way to keep business running while helping, Kalin had nothing he could do to spring himself forward. He wanted to be at home with his books, away from all the pain and suffering. But he'd promised to help, so help he would. WC: 241 |
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 16, 2019 8:04:15 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave While Kalin made his rounds, she deftly followed him with the same grace and dignity she had when she made her way towards him. Her head remained high unless she arched it down to speak to those whom they were tending to. She had a small smile plastered to her pale lips the entire time, ensuring that her own poise could help those who had lost theirs, and offering her own kind of emotional comfort as she walked among them.
But that wasn’t the only thing she was capable of doing. There were plenty who were baking in the sun as they waited for their ration of water, and she had no problem lifting and spreading her large, feathered and leathery wings above their heads to provide temporary relief from the sun. There was even a time where she used her tail to curl around and lift a lost toy to a frantic foal. The simple action not only returned the lost item to its owner, but her uniqueness left the foal silent in awe as she turned over her shoulder to smile back at them.
A job well done, she thought.
Not quite enough yet.
Her pale companion, who she mused looked almost like a reverse color of herself, seemed to be somewhat regretting his decision, but that might have just been the heat getting to him, especially with how he blotted his brow with the scarf he had with him. She slid up next to him, arching her neck elegantly and spoke.
“Even you must take a break now and then, Sir. Please allow me to get you some water, Sir.”
Normally, she would have waited for her superiors to give her permission to go off on her own, but seeing how they were already dealing with the occasional horse suffering from heatstroke, she certainly did not want this to happen to the horse she was assisting. As she moved a few steps away, her large ears twisted as she searched for the nearest volunteer.
It just so happened to be the unique hybrid Milan and the dunalino Leonides.
She strode over quickly, still keeping her head high, her wings tucked against her so they didn’t accidentally knock into anyone, and of course, exaggerating her trot as to appear in good health. Not that she actually needed to, but she was feeling the effects of the heat as well.
“Excuse me, Sirs.” She said as she reached them, dipping her head respectfully, “I am Phoenix. I apologize for my intrusion, but do you happen to have an extra jug of water over here?” Sunset colored eyes flickered between both of them, and she had to force herself not to look Milan over now that she was up close. 460 WordsPost #3 |
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 16, 2019 9:16:07 GMT -6
Elara | Sanctum Attendant | Mare
The choice to volunteer had been a relatively easy one. The Sanctums had a significant part to play in aiding those displaced by the recent attacks, and when the call had come seeking the addition of volunteers, Elara had not thought twice.
She could not pretend it was not difficult work, however. For several long days now she had been kept, barely awake, on her feet, kept busy between the travel itself and the actual volunteer work. Refugees were still pouring in, a stark reminder that there was a war being waged outside the gleaming walls of Valore; a war that not even civilians and children were safe from.
Elara suppressed a shudder at the thought. It was Ignacio's very creations that sought to destroy the land they had built in His name, brought back to this world in what was no doubt an act of the Gods. The question of why plagued her mind in both wakefulness and sleep, why they would return to the world a force that seemed to intent on destroying the Aodh they had built. Igancio's creations were meant to be revered, cherished, not feared.
Despite her best efforts, she could not deny the feeling that it was not enough bubbling into her mind. There seemed a hollowness that followed her words, an emptiness to the prayers she said for those in need. She was sincere in their message, of course; but these days she was less and less sure that someone took heed of them.
Her troubling line of thought was interrupted by a familiar face catching her attention, and Elara turned her head to glance at her sister. Managing a meager smile, she picked her way over to her sibling's side.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 16, 2019 15:56:38 GMT -6
Eila
Labor Slave 'No one is free until everyone is free.'
Simeon's oft repeated words rose frequently to the forefront of Eila's mind as she toiled, surrounded by refugees, other slaves, and volunteers. Exhaustion and pain had eroded Eila's normal safety filters, the filters every slave developed if they were to survive, and the pony actually found her lips lifting into a faint sneer more than once. Yes, it was so nice for these free citizens to volunteer their time for what she and her fellows had no choice in. 'We're working like slaves over here' and 'might as well be wearing a bit' were common enough phrases that Eila had heard over the last few days... often uttered by equines in the midst of taking a break, loitering and socializing.
Oh, how she hated them. Or had, anyway. Hating took energy, and Eila had precious little to spare as she continued to work as directed. She had settled into a number state of distant disdain, which was probably a good thing. Too much emotion for a slave to show was bad, or at least for a labor slave. She'd not been censored previously, in her last home-
A stumble, as Eila's throat tightened, her chest swelled. She went down to one knee before hastily recovering. She stood still for a moment, ears flat. No. She must not think of the before, of better times.
Eila heaved in a shuddering breath, then began to trudge forwards again before she attracted the attention of any Chevaliers. Keep your head down, keep moving. Survive.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 16, 2019 19:39:13 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Five
Despite the fact that the sun was coming in and out of the clouds, it was still blazing hot, and Kalin wished that he had decided to cut his hair short, rather than let his mane and tail grow long and luxurious. Recently, he'd had the ends of his hair dyed a vibrant gold, and that had been entertaining enough, but today he regretted every decision that didn't keep him cool and clear headed. At the slave mare's suggestion, he nodded, letting his scarf drop back around his neck.
"Can't really serve if we can't keep on our hooves," he agreed with a slight chuckle as he followed the mare at a trot through the throngs of horses. Blurs went past him as he moved, and he caught sight of a Sanctum Attendant, whose name he didn't know, but face he recognized easily. Dipping his head in respect, he came to a halt near a small crowd of horses, and found a jug half filled with water. When he'd had his fill from the earthen jar, Kalin shook his head, making the red and orange tassels on his collar flutter.
"I wonder what we can do," he sighed, looking out at the array of horses before him. He wasn't really speaking to anyone in particular, other than perhaps himself. He meant more than just give out food and water. These horses were fleeing an entire Kirin uprising...putting them here was only a temporary fix for a looming problem. Kalin wondered what they could possibly do for the displaced Aodhians. And what might happen next to the poor, disheveled equines.
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 17, 2019 9:20:57 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Leo enjoyed seeing the black chestnut blush as he sipped the coffee, but was sorry to hear his response. The dunalino was no stranger to rejection though, that was part of the game. He did consider pushing the matter, some people just needed a little more encouragement, but this stallion’s answer seemed pretty clear. Leo shrugged while keeping his smile. “Your loss.” He said softly and his eyes moved to the red scales and antlers, he hadn’t noticed the Kirin features until now. “Would you give me your name then?” The merchant asked. “Hello,” The sudden and strong voice had Leo turning his head to face the blue finned hippocampus he’d spotted before. As luck would have it the winged hybrid was also present. Looking even more stunning up close with his warm colours. The mare, who Leo now recognized as a chevalier, asked if they needed anything before dipping her head. The merchant was quick to respond as he hurriedly but gracefully produced another cup of coffee. “What I need is for you to stay hydrated and the first sample is on the house.” He said, his smile as bright as the sun while he looked around the small group that had formed. “My name is Leonides, owner of the Coffeebean Café in the city. Please feel free to come by anytime, everyone is welcome.” He said, winking at Artax. “Would you like a sweet drink as well, spark?” He asked the young stallion, already pulling a cup from his saddlebag.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 19, 2019 9:14:47 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan smiled at Leonides – a genuine, broad smile with a bit of teeth. It had been a while since he felt even remotely comfortable around strangers, and it was nice to have a sense of normalcy.
He had to admit that it also eased his mind that someone other than Bale thought he was attractive. Milan was fully aware that he could turn into a toad, and Bale would still claim he was beautiful – that was just the kind of guy Bale was.
“I’m Milan. I work as an Artisan, but today, I’m helping my cousin’s husband with some… Things”, Milan said, and would perhaps have elaborated further had a Chevalier not walked up to them. Milan smiled at her, too, but it was a bit of a nervous smile. He had always found himself feeling a bit nervous around Chevaliers, perhaps because of the way her Chevalier aunt had always spoken about them.
“Everything is fine here”, Milan said with more confidence than he was actually feeling. Luckily, the expensive looking slave arrived quickly after, providing a distraction. Up close, they were even more magnificent, and the manners too spoke to premium breeding.
Milan nodded at them, fetching a jug of water for them, and handing it over.
“There you go, Phoenix. And don’t worry about it – I have plenty more where that came from. No inconvenience or intrusion done, I promise”, Milan said, making sure Phoenix would not get an idea into her head that she was an inconvenience for needing a drink, just like any other horse.
His eyes passed over a spotted brown labor slave who stumbled and fell. She recovered quickly, but Milan still noticed.
His chest tightened and he was suddenly felt with a strong desire to excuse himself from the company of these other citizens.
“Excuse me, please”, he said, taking a jug of water and one of the food and medicine packages, weaving through the gathered crowd and towards Eila, whom he reached quickly.
“Hey”, Milan said: “I just want to help. Please, drink something.”
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 20, 2019 19:39:44 GMT -6
Artaymeira couldn't help but offer the Chevelier a soft kind smile, it was nice to be looked out for for once, "Thankyou Captain" he started, ears picking as he listened to the conversations around him, "I'll keep your offer in mind for a later date". He dipped his head to the mare as she moved off, silently following after her to join up with the little group she was with. Well stand afew steps away anyway. With his basket of supplies her offered then to those nearby, only half listening to the conversation going on before him... He paused however when the merchant began to flirt with him?, flirt at him?. He almost dropped the bottle he had been holding when he looked up, just catching the golden merchants wink. So, he wanted to play that game huh?. With a flick of his tail he gave away the last of his supplies before striding over, a charming smile now plastered across his face. As he neared closer he looked the golden stallion over before playfully nudging his shoulder, "is it hot out here or is it just you?" he replied with a playful wink, "Did the gods miss you when you fell from heaven?"
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 21, 2019 20:56:22 GMT -6
Devasha | Commoner | Mare
Devasha still wasn't entirely sure how she was talked into volunteering.
She was quite sure she hadn't been fully listening when the topic was brought up, her mind going over the details of her latest project. In a rare moment of neglect, she had given an absentminded nod at the wrong moment, inadvertently agreeing to something she had had no intention of becoming involved with.
For the first time in her life she had briefly considered feigning illness to avoid the accidental obligation, but in the end had agreed, albeit grudgingly, to join the volunteers.
It had taken approximately an hour for her to find herself regretting that decision. Far from easy work, the outpouring of refugees from all over Eithne kept them on their feet. It was constantly far too warm, between the beating sun and far too many bodies being close together, and her mane had adopted a frazzled look to it.
What she wouldn't give to be back at their manor now, perhaps even attempting to pilfer some wine from her mother's collection.
She was torn from her pining as her chest abruptly struck the side of another individual, and Devasha felt more than saw her jug of water slip from her teke, the ceramic striking the ground with a clatter. A swear slipped from her mouth in a mutter before she could stop it, and Devasha righted herself quickly with a brief glance at those around her. Water dripped unceremoniously down the front of her legs, and in a split second she recognized the individual she had run into; Phoenix, one of her elder sister's servile slaves.
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Post by foalish on Jul 21, 2019 21:09:33 GMT -6
Mercury
Mercury watched the others interact for a short minute; she had to hold back a laugh as Artax was suddenly the victim of the flirting. And instead of brushing it off, they seemed to suddenly grow a new air of confidence and flirt back. She couldn’t help raise her eyebrow at that, giving the hybrid a once over, as if to make sure it was the same horse she’d just seen act nervous and meek.
But her gaze turned back to the artisan, who denied needing help and instead went their own way. She dipped her head at their denial, turning away to look for something else to too. Her gaze flicked to Artax for a second; from the looks of things, they were enjoying themselves - so she didn’t think twice as she left their side; close enough to be within call, but giving them space to do their own thing.
It was then where she noticed another familiar face - and another hybrid, of course. At the sight of her sister, the already tall horse found herself straitening up and approaching Elara; a grin was suddenly on her face. ”Hey sis,” she called as she trotted up to her. ”Surprised to see you here! They finally let you out of the Sanctum? Or is this part of work too?” She titled her head, smile only growing, ”I’m part of the later. But anyway! It’s been awhile? How are things?”
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 21, 2019 23:26:07 GMT -6
Eila
Labor Slave Overheated, overworked, underfed... it was a bad combination. It dulled the senses, lending the world a blurred, almost surreal aspect. As if one weren't truly part of it. Eila knew this, or had known it, before it set in. So she should not have been surprised that a stronger, healthier equine was able to sneak up on her; she certainly shouldn't have been annoyed with herself over it. She still was. Survival depended on her mind and reflexes staying sharp.
But Milan was already speaking by the time Eila fully noticed him, and her head lifted sharply. She blinked, not immediately processing his words; she was too busy trying to force her exhausted mind to reconfigure and adjust to the situation. She took in his eyes and posture- not immediately threatening- then tried to ascertain his rank- not a slave, not a Chevalier, probably not a Noble- and then finally his words. Eila blinked again, wariness bleeding into her gaze. She darted a quick look around them, though none were paying the pair any much attention. Her eyes returned to Milan, though they continually strayed to the water he offered with all appearance of sincerity.
She had thought initially that the hybrid was adding to her workload and ordering her to take the supplies somewhere. The realization that he was offering her the water was, if anything, worse.
"Supplies are to be distributed to the refugee citizens," Eila said carefully, with just the slightest hint of emphasis on the last word. Never contradict a free citizen, especially if you were unsure of their rank. Eila still couldn't place the hybrid, though something about him seemed almost familiar. Still, she wasn't likely to have forgotten such a flamboyant coat, was she?
He was still holding out the water to her. Eila stifled the urge to shift uncomfortably, and again her eyes darted around the milling crowd. She was worried about what the strange hybrid would do if she refused or misunderstood his intentions, but she was also worried about a Chevalier catching her at leisure, using supplies meant for the refugees. For citizens.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 22, 2019 10:08:13 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave Phoenix was glad Kalin had followed her. It saved her the trouble of going back to him, not that she was at all bothered by the thought, as she had expected to return to him in the first place. But he was there with her, and that made things easier.
Upon close, Milan was even more fascinating than from a distance. Colors of flame danced along his shoulders and brow, his hind and his mane and tail that clashed against his black body. Fire and water, judging on the fins versus the kirin features. Interesting combination. But she knew better than to stare at him, especially since he so kindly gave her a jug of water. The way he spoke to her was interesting, but she didn’t think to dwell on it. Not until he left.
She didn’t notice a fellow slave, Eila, stumble; didn’t notice until Milan had left her. She was slightly surprised, what would a hybrid of his caliber be doing with a labor slave? She shuddered, remembering her brief stint in the Dark District until she was bought back. May she never tread upon that filthy place ever again. Still...the poor thing could be hurt. Luckily, Milan seemed to be able to do something about it.
She bowed her head to Leo, Mercury, and Elara (whom she did a double-take to because she was also quite the stunning hybrid), before she turned back around to Kalin. Giving the stallion a smile, she started to fill one of the mugs she was holding on the tray with her teke, and was nearly halfway done when something slammed into her. It took everything in her power to keep every single mug from cascading from the tray as she honed her teke with the utmost concentration. Sweat beaded on her brow, but the moment passed as quickly as it came and, as she turned to look to see what had hit her, a soft gasp resonated from her throat. At least she didn't add to the broken jug on the floor.
“Mistress Devasha! Please allow me to apologize.” Her eyes flickered nervously towards Kalin; she was supposed to be helping him after all, but her Mistress’ sister now had a broken jug at her hooves and she was sopping wet. It took her a good moment to regain her composure.
“Sir Kalin,” She turned back to the stallion, concern lingering in her eyes as she caught his teal ones, “I must tend to my Mistress’ sister for a moment.” She quickly filled the mug she had started for him and held it out to him. “I will return to assist you as soon as I am able, Sir.” She placed the tray and mugs down nearby, bowing deeply in apology to the stallion before she quickly turned towards Devasha.
“Mistress,” She began, leaning down to examine the pegasus’ front half, eyes flicking hither and thither as she looked for any sign of injury. “Are you bruised? Cut? Let me clean this up, Mistress. Mind your hooves, Mistress, we don’t want a shard getting caught in them.” She avoided Devasha’s eyes, feeling quite terrible she had not paid attention while she was in the walkway. Red, amber and gold teke began to lift the shards of the broken jug from the ground. “I will find you a towel once these shards are safely disposed of, Mistress. Forgive me.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 22, 2019 10:22:40 GMT -6
MILAN
There was some commotion in the area he had left behind – sounded like a new arrival had quite literally run into one of those present – but Milan was of the opinion that they could handle themselves. He could already hear the fretting of Phoenix from over there, apologizing for having to help someone else.
It left a strange taste in his mouth, and he decided to ignore it all and instead focus on the labor slave who was being stubborn, as he had often found slaves to be. He knew that the laborers especially could not show weakness, and that they scorned attention and lived only to work another day – not because they wanted to, but because they had to.
He knew because he had sold slaves to this fate. Had saved some from it, too, but that weighed less in his mind.
“These supplies are private. They don’t belong to the state”, he said evenly. The supplies weren’t really his but he’d rather owe Faiza and Aleksei a bit of money than let a slave dry up in this heat.
He looked at her leg as well – a passing glance. He could tell that there was something wrong with it, but it looked like a defect rather than a fresh wound. Had it been a wound, he could have helped.
Perhaps he still could.
“Just have a drink, please. I’ll deal with any Chevaliers that come. I promise”, he said, standing a bit taller as he spoke.
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 22, 2019 11:05:33 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Leonides was suddenly very glad to be out here today. Not only did his strategy seem to work while volunteering, but one after another amazing looking creature seemed to show up. As he had addressed the Chevalier and young hybrid, an unusual looking Pegasus had walked up to Milan, asking for water. Leo noticed the bitted bridle on Phoenix as she introduced herself and found it almost a waste she was a slave, she could be really rich as a courtesan. The dunalino returned his focus to Artax, who’d seemed a bit awkward or shy, but maybe he’d misjudged the teen. Because the smiling flaxen chestnut gave him a good once over before playing along with the flirtation. Leo tried not to chuckle at the pick-up lines and instead offered an amused smile. “What’s your name, spark?” He asked, while taking the liberty to make himself a cup of coffee. His stomach then helped him realize he should’ve packed some food as well. It had been at least a few hours since he’d started helping out, he would need to get that energy back. Leo sipped his coffee while he considered asking the handsome hybrid for lunch or something.
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