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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 22, 2019 22:11:07 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Six
Kalin had followed the slight slave in an effort to make her job of carrying water back to him just that much easier. While he was an avid believer in the Aodhian slave system, being high enough born that he'd never been affected by the darker underbelly of the slave's world, he was at least kind enough to make the work easier on the slaves, rather than expecting them to do everything for him. Just...most of everything. It wasn't like he was incapable of gathering his own water to drink, but she had offered, and it would be rude to not let her serve as was her station.
Just as he was about to quench his thirst, Kalin was shocked by the sound of clattering pottery. Swiveling his ears around, he noticed Devasha, sopping wet, with Phoenix, just as dripping. He couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for the both of them, even if he was sure that at least they'd both be cooled off now. Phoenix's apologies and pleading landed on his ears, and Kalin turned his attention back to the now-soaked mare.
"Of course," he said, giving her a small smile. "Tend to your responsibilities," he said, sounding to his own ears, rather benevolent.
"Are you hurt?" he asked the horse that Phoenix had smashed into, raising a brow in her direction.
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Post by Warped-Desire on Jul 24, 2019 16:48:56 GMT -6
With a soft smile Artax batted his eyelashes, shifting his stance so her stood tall and almost proud. Soft flames danced across his hooves as he replied, "Artaymeira" he nodded curtly. He pulled his ears forward and took a step closer, running his teke all the way down the length of his braids, "But a handsome barista like yourself can call me Artax. Or whatever you want really". He rose an eyebrow almost expectantly, flicking his tail absentmindedly He wasn't always Such a full on flirt, most of the time it was quite accidental and he really didn't know he was doing it. This time however he was quite into the golden stallion and found himself inspecting not only his stallion crest but also the roundness of his rump. He cleared his throat and bit his lip now looking almost awkward, he honestly hoped he hasn't been noticed having a look. He couldn't help it. That golden coat basically shone in the sun. "and yours?. It's gotta be something as gorgeous as your smile hmm?"
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Post by Waterdrup on Jul 29, 2019 15:11:49 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Leo watched Artax move and, among other things, took note of the manipulated flames around his golden hooves. Interesting. The barista slowly brought his gaze up again, enjoying the sight all the way there. When Artax introduced himself Leo bit back a wide grin, instead cocking one eyebrow as he lifted his chin. Artax was coming on strong, foolishly so. Leo pursed his lips slightly as he wondered if the boy even knew what he was getting himself into. The confident merchant finished his coffee as he calmly allowed the hybrid to get a good look. Finally, Artax caught himself, clearing his throat and Leo felt the corner of his mouth lift. Was that a blush? Adorable. “As I said, Artax, the name’s Leonides.” The merchant answered, stepping close enough to rub shoulders. He hadn’t forgotten where he was, what was happening around him. He had done his share and now karma awarded him with some intriguing company, all was well. Leo still wasn’t completely sure though if the handsome young stallion was just playing a game, since the signals were almost too strong. He hoped it was more than that. In any case it was definitely worth a shot to convince Artax that, as much fun as flirting was, a lot more pleasure could be gained from actual intent. “Now I have an important question for you, Artax.” The dunalino started, lowering his husky voice seductively. “Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.” If Artax were to look at Leo’s face, he would see the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 1, 2019 17:01:56 GMT -6
Eila
Labor Slave Eila blinked up at Milan. She knew that she stared for too long, but was too exhausted to stop herself. Promises? What was the worth of a promise? Was it a shield she could use, a magical construct that would grant her protection? Oh, but wait, could she say, I was promised this thing, so surely I am safe from your consequences? Well, she could say that, true. But it would only make things worse. A promise wasn't a shield. It was a trap.
But to turn down a desperately needed resource was a risk of its own. Eila's eyes had moved back to the water without conscious choice, and so the usually observant slave missed Milan's quick glance at her clubbed hoof, which she kept eased slightly in front of her.
"Thank you," Eila said finally, and if she couldn't keep the tired suspicion from her voice, she at least could take the offered water. Dangerous to accept the gift, but dangerous to spurn it as well. Might as well get some water along with the risk. Eila drank.
She made an effort to spill as little of the liquid as possible, but drinking with a bit was a delicate endeavor even in the best of times, and some of the water ran off her chin. Eila was too tired and hot to feel much shame over this, over abasing herself in front of such a beautiful equine, but it was in the back of her mind, always. Always.
"Thank you," she repeated, and already some strength had returned to her voice, some clarity to her thoughts. She didn't ask Milan why he did this thing, but the question was clear enough in her yellow eyes.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 3, 2019 10:22:55 GMT -6
Shiya
With weary hooves, a gaunt smudge-painted figure trudged amongst the crowds of equine flooding into the city’s farmlands. She had already frightened a few foals with the state she was in. Her body once curvaceous and full of life now reduced to an uncomfortable thinness hobbled by an bandaged hoof; yet she cringed at the thought of how they may have reacted to the skeleton she was a month prior.
“Come now, starlight,” murmured a sweet, yet distinctly foreign voice. “It’s not far. Just a little further.”
Flicking the dyed ebony mane out of her eyes, Shiya glanced up at someone she had long-forgotten and was slowly reacquainting herself to. Her Grandmother, Shaiya Silverwings; short, curvy like she was, stunningly youthful and blessed with a pair of fine wings. Were it not for her constant nudges and gentle encouragements, Shiya had doubts she would have made it as far as she did without her.
“While that may be, I’m seriously about to drop.” Hissing each time she stepped on her injured hoof, Shiya missed the strength and endurance her body once held. Especially as she stared off to the distance where a writhing threat lurked with the city.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 4, 2019 21:42:53 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Seven
The stallion looked over the stranger that Phoenix had run into with a quick glance, and assured himself that she was all right. When he was satisfied that all was well with the two horses, he turned his attention away, and moved into the crowd once more, threading his way through bodies of tired and unkempt horses in order to try and resume some semblance of order in his life. He was tired, hot, and ready to go, but these horses needed his help.
As he came to a halt near a small throng of horses, rescuers and rescuees alike, Kalin snorted softly, shaking his head in a manner that made the orange tassels on his collar rustle slightly. Catching sight of a labor slave who was getting a drink, Kalin made his way over to her, slightly dipping his head to her in greeting. Despite their class differences, he was nice enough to greet her as an equine who, while not his equal, still deserved respect.
"Good morning to you," he greeted her, giving a smile to the horse. He didn't know her name, Eila, but he was willing to strike up conversation with the slave while he recovered from his exhausting morning of volunteer work.
"I hope the day has not been too harsh...though you're more used to it than I," he told her with a slight chuckle.
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 9, 2019 19:55:11 GMT -6
Eila
Labor Slave Wanting nothing so much as to be able to slip away again, back to the dubious safety of anonymity, Elia noted the new horse moving towards her and stifled the urge to flatten her ears. She probably needn't have bothered; heat, pain and exhaustion were already tipping them back, and she was far from the only one. But habits were important. Habits kept a slave alive.
Wary, Eila eyed Kalin, and if she didn't drop the water guiltily, she also stopped drinking. Now, she supposed, was when the "promise" would reveal its teeth, would become the trap it truly was. Except- he halted, dipped his head. Not a Chevalier, then. Eila's eyes cut quickly to Milan, a flash of gold. Then she was looking up at Kalin again.
Who was... making conversation. Eila's ears flickered, and she smoothed the expression of irritated disgust from her face before it could get her into trouble. A volunteer, commiserating with a slave. As if they were friends. Eila's ears twitched again. She could deal with this; perhaps Milan and the newcomer would strike up a conversation and forget about her. Eila was just contemplating this when Kalin spoke again.
"I hope the day has not been too harsh...though you're more used to it than I."
And then he laughed.
Eila's blood flashed cold, then hot. Though she kept the fury that swelled in her from her lips (lips that wished to skin up over teeth, that wished to tell this flip-tail where he could shove his condescension) she did not keep it from her gaze. Her bad leg twitched.
"Surely," Eila choked out, addressing Kalin's hooves as she dropped her traitorous eyes. "Are- you in need of assistance?"
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 10, 2019 7:24:24 GMT -6
MILAN
”You’re welcome”, he said, honestly and in a friendly tone. Milan didn’t really watch the slave drink, but rather looked around himself. He doubted the labor slave needed an audience for their thirsty gulps of water. Milan knew he didn’t like to be looked at when he felt weak and vulnerable.
Speaking of vulnerable, his eyes picked out a figure from the crowd who was hobbling onwards after a clearly very well-groomed older mare. At first he thought, instinctively, that this was a slave, but he soon realized that the bandaged figure had to be a free citizen.
Peculiar, but he supposed that there were many injuries to go around these days. It shouldn’t have surprised him.
What did surprise him was one of the people from the crowd he had left earlier joining them. Milan felt immediately uneasy, and he could, just for a second, see the pure fury in the eyes of the slave before she lowered her gaze.
“Surely he is not”, Milan said, his tone almost challenging. His long tail flicked irritably, and he raised his head higher, an image of his more confident past days.
This person had just had another slave catering to his whims, and Milan was strongly of the opinion that they should not demand anything from the labor slave, even if they did need assistance.
“Perhaps we should leave her alone. She seems plenty busy enough”, he then said, more pressing.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 10, 2019 11:05:30 GMT -6
Shiya
She barely heard her Gran’s ‘I know’ as she continued in her staring trance, her mind not even giving her a moment’s peace. Rarely did her thoughts stop in their rampant waves, not unlike the stormy seas she loathed. Always dragging her back under to the hell she had been enduring these past few months or long-forgotten memories of her foalhood. Otherwise, it was pulling her thoughts to the fast-approaching future and its uncertainty. Her body taut and yet trembling, as if it wasn’t even sure if what she was feeling was fear, rage or some monstrous mess in between. As if knowing her dark train of thought, a sharp pull of a braid snapped her out as she gave a yelp. “For all your fretting, starlight, you would be paying more attention to your surroundings.” Silverwings’s voice was barely over a whisper amongst the crowd's chatter. Shiya couldn’t help as she gawked as her Gran spat out the braid she yanked on, noticing her lips were stained a little from the dye. From chewing her mane? How long had she been staring off for? She muttered a gruff sorry, squirming sheepishly and almost frantically glancing at anything and anyone that wasn’t her Gran. She, after all, was right; for now, danger was everywhere, even here in the farmlands. Including the newness of this familial relationship between them, Shiya was uneasy that she had gone off into a brooding daze. She was just tired, that had to be the reason. Flinching as the smaller mare laid a careful wing over her bony back, Shiya hazarded a guess she thought so as well. Allowing Gran to guide her through the crowds to somewhere for her to rest, the disguised mare took the chance to study the equines surrounding them. Gods be damned, there were many faces she could somewhat recognise, some she knew at least a little well, though some only from a distance. Locking eyes with such a one, a hybrid, Shiya hastily cast her gaze aside, hoping not to draw any attention to them.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 11, 2019 16:12:19 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Eight
The stallion seemed taken aback by the labor slave's manner, and a flash of disgruntled discomfort went through him as he saw the angry flash in her eyes. After all, he was only trying to make conversation; there was no need for her to be so vicious towards him, especially considering where she landed on the social hierarchy of things. It wasn't her place to question, and even if she did lower her head in submission eventually, the damage had been done. Kalin was about to open his mouth and reprimand the creature, remind her that he sat just below nobility in rank...still common, but well above her...when another creature, a horse he vaguely knew was named Milan, stepped in, ushering the conversation away before Kalin could speak.
With a curt nod, he turned away from the mare, deciding that she wasn't worth the effort. It irked him that another horse had had to come in and save him from her, but he supposed it was better than if he'd gotten into a full on altercation with a mere slave in the middle of the street, before all these horses. It wasn't worth that.
His attention was grabbed by a couple of newcomers, and older mare and what he assumed was a relative of hers, who appeared to have been chewing absentmindedly on her own mane. Realizing that these horses, who had just arrived by the looks of things, might need assistance, Kalin turned away from Milan and Eila, dipping his head to the new horses.
"Welcome. Is there anything you need, friends?" he asked, looking over both mares quizzically.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 11, 2019 23:29:48 GMT -6
Elara | Sanctum Attendant | Mare
Elara gave a grin as Mercury turned and spotted her, quickening her pace to meet her. A rush of relief and contentment rushed through her chest as she approached her elder sister, finding herself surprisingly grateful to see her in person, in one piece. Perhaps the stories told by the families of those that had relatives and dear friends that had joined the war in Serora, and now in that against the kirins, had struck closer to home than even she cared to admit.
"Volunteering as well," Elara confirmed with a nod of her head. "The sanctums are involved with the camp effort; or at least as much as we can manage..."
Her voiced trailed off at this- it was clear, looking around them, that no single organization was capable of caring for the many faces that milled around the refugee camp.
Her sister's surprise wasn't unexpected; it was true, it had been a while since she had had the time to visit with her family. Since their former Flamen had stepped down, Enya Sanctum had primarily been run by the Sanctum Attendants. Though she hoped a replacement would be joining them soon, for now the extra workload fell to herself and her colleagues. The work could be wearing sometimes, even if she was hesitant to admit it.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 11, 2019 23:46:00 GMT -6
Devasha | Commoner | Mare
Devasha's cheeks flushed as Phoenix began to fuss over her, an uncomfortable hotness spreading across her skin. The crack of ceramic shattering would surely of aroused the interest of those within earshot, and a quick glance around confirmed that there were those of relative renown in the vicinity.
"It's fine," Devasha managed to mumble before snapping her mouth shut, and righting herself to stand tall.
Inwardly, she berated herself. She should have been paying more attention to where she was walking- and since when in the name of Ignacio did she mumble in public?
Putting her lapse in judgement down to heat exhaustion and general lack of sleep, Devasha straightened herself proudly before turning to address Phoenix.
"I am quite alright," Devasha replied, beginning again with as much dignity as one could muster while sodden with the contents of a spilled water jug. She paused for a moment before looking Phoenix up and down, scanning the slave for any visible injuries before adding "and you? Are you alright?"
The later was more for the sake her sister's and her own skin than true concern over the welfare of the servile slave; Devasha doubted very much that Iscah would appreciate one of her slaves being harmed due to the inattention of one her own younger siblings.
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Post by foalish on Aug 12, 2019 14:27:37 GMT -6
Mercury
She saw the relief on her sister’s face as she met her, Mercury’s eyebrows furrowing momentarily in confusion - but it was replaced by a soft smirk. She almost threw out a reply about something like “glad to see you missed me,” but the sarcasm didn’t quite leave her tongue, as she settled, and Elara began to speak.
Mercury’s mood seemed to settled just a bit at that - a tad more content, with familiar expressions in her eyes.
Mercury nodded, staying silent for a moment, her eyes following her sister’s next, as she scanned the horses around them. Mercury was quick to turn back to her company; she let out a long sigh, and almost seemed to deflate at that, her expression growing more tired and burdened.
”Yeah,” she spoke softly, pausing for half a second, ”there’s so many people to help. We’ve been so strained, I don’t even know where to start, some days.” She gave a soft flick of her tail. She was exhausted - mentally and physically - but she rarely thought about it when at work and had duty after duty to worry about first. Worry would wait. ”It’s hard to take care of a whole herd who needs a safe place to stay and help,” her gaze sharpened, looking at her with a different expression. ”Aside from work - how are you? It’s been so long, I almost forgot your face” her tone was lighter now, sarcasm clearly audible in her tone.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Aug 12, 2019 21:18:14 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave  Phoenix didn’t even hear Devasha mumble. Her mind was buzzing, worried. She wasn’t sure how Iscah would take to having her slave injury her family, albeit by accident. It was stranger still that Phoenix had even made such an error to begin with.
It scared her.
The thought of possibly being given over to the Dark District was terrifying. She didn’t want to return to the life of a labor slave. She was better than that. Then them.
Devasha suddenly pulled herself up in the dignified way that Phoenix respected so much in Iscah, speaking eloquently like any noble. The slave had just nearly finished picking up all of the shards of the jug when the girl asked how she was. There was a slight pause, ever so slight, before Phoenix regained her composure. Blink and it would have been missed.
“Worry not about me, Mistress.” Phoenix turned to peer around for a towel and, as luck would have it, there was one in a nearby supplies cart. She pulled it over with her multicolored teke and started very gently dabbing at the watermark on Devasha’s pelt. “I feel perfectly fine.” While she was physically alright, she was downright lying about her nerves. After every few swipes of the towel, Phoenix would look at the wet side and scour it with her gaze for even the smallest flecks of blood. So far, she didn’t see anything. But bruises were still possible. Bruises were still worrisome.
“There. Do you feel decently dry, Mistress?” The slave looked this way and that over the other pegasus, checking her sapphire and amethyst colored wings for any ruffled feathered.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 15, 2019 21:47:11 GMT -6
Elara | Sanctum Attendant | Mare
"You say that like there's much more to my life than work these days," Elara chuckled, although the sparkle of laughter did not quite reach her eyes.
Tragedy always did have the affect of shaking individual's faith- she had known the feeling all too well, feeling it far too close to her heart when it had struck their own family. The sanctums had shown a significant uptake in patrons since the war in Sedo and the crimes of the Vindicators had struck their nation. Death had followed in their wake, and with it, the outcry of the families who had lost those dearest to them. She tried, for a moment longer, to keep her face bright- but inevitably the lines of exhaustion crossed it once more.
"You haven't... seen them, have you?" Elara asked quietly, unable to keep her gaze away from the horizon, beyond where the sea of bodies milled.
She had spent a lifetime understanding that to be compared to the grand kirins of old was a compliment of the highest degree. Their King herself had been a descendant from that royal line, proudly proclaiming their ancestry to the proud creatures from which they had inherited Aodh.
Then, for a brief time, the kirins had returned- and Elara had truly believed it to be a sign from Ignacio himself, a sign that their country was destined to flourish. His creations, those forged in His own image, walked their world once more, and she had been so, so certain it had been a blessing from him, a display of His divine power. A promise, that he was still there.
But they had turned on the people she believed He loved, wreaking havoc and carrying with them destruction and death. It was blasphemous to utter, but Elara could not help but wonder if it was indeed Ignacio's intervention that had brought the weary, and homeless, individuals before them.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 15, 2019 22:45:46 GMT -6
Shiya
It would seem her hope of not drawing attention was to be utterly crushed. Barely lifting her head up, Shiya halted to a rigid stop, eyeing the pale common horse as they approached. She didn’t recognise they and she had no idea how to feel about that. It either meant she hadn’t deemed him a concern in the past… or the Hag kept them out of sight. Unsure of which one it was, with ears pinned back, Shiya was left uneasy, suspicious and worse, a tad bit afraid. Fear had come to be her greatest enemy these past few months, having reduce her to nothing but a living ghost of herself and always on edge.
Then her ever polite Gran had to pause and smile as she greeted the stranger. “Wind ben-” Shiya was quick to jab her with a bony shoulder and in a rare moment, she prayed to the gods. Praying this stranger knew nothing of Seroran greetings. Hoping this would provide a distraction, she hobbled out from her Gran’s wing, not so subtly giving them an answer to their question with her bandaged hoof and unsettling thin body.
Thankfully the older silver bay pegasus was quick on her hooves. “Y-yes, greetings friend. My granddaughter and I have travelled a fair ways and would appreciate somewhere to rest ourselves at the very least.”
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 15, 2019 22:52:26 GMT -6
Devasha | Commoner | Mare
It would seem that Devasha's gaze made just as thorough of a journey over Phoenix as the slave's did over hers, but she released a slight breath of relief as she noted their were no apparent wounds on the slave's coat. Perhaps she would escape without a lecture from her elder sister yet.
The hotness had yet to dissipate from her cheeks as Phoenix fussed over her dampened hide. She had the distinct feeling of being fretted over like a child, but she knew to comment on such a thing would only reinforce the impression of a petulant youngster. Her regret for volunteering for such a thing rose full force in her chest, and she had the immediate desire to put some distance between herself and the shattered ceramic that was still sparkling on the ground.
"I can assure you I am alright," Devasha reassured Phoenix as she finished drying the last remnants of water. "I am quite dry enough. I should return to work, and let you do the same."
Her eyes were already roving the nearby crowds as she took a few step backwards, looking for an excuse to step away from the slave and leave her embarrassing misstep behind her.
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Post by foalish on Aug 15, 2019 23:41:36 GMT -6
Mercury
”If that’s the case, dear sister,” Mercury started, looking over at her with mirth in her eyes, ”shall I stage an intervention for you? I’m sure I could rope in the rest of the family.” She flicker her head and looked for a meer moment, deep in thought, ”or perhaps I can stow you away from work more often and we can try and find great hobbies for the both of us. Gods knows I need some too.” She let her expression relax, the familiar expression still shining in her eyes. And while she knew there had been something more in her sister’s expression, it felt more right to play off the lighter tone than dance with the dark reality they all faced.
But the conversation quickly turned to that, and Mercury sobered up immediately, looking serious. She took a moment to respond, letting out a long sigh before then. ”The only Kirins I normally see are citizens,” her tone was light, but serious, ”I’ve done a few patrols outside of the city, but with how much is going on here, everyone under me and myself have been kept busy here.” She let her gaze drift off, but she didn’t stop talking, ”but there’s more coming here every day. I’m not sure how far off they are,” it was hard to tell without looking herself. And she had no idea how long they’d have until the Kirins would try to take the city, if they even were planning to. It seemed like they were though, if she had to guess.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Aug 16, 2019 8:55:25 GMT -6
Phoenix | Aodh Servile Slave Of course Phoenix should have known that what she was doing could have made Devasha ever more uncomfortable. But the fear of the Dark District was far too much, and she would much rather apologize and fuss and face verbal reprimand than ever be sent back there again, on Mistress Iscah’s own orders. Not that Phoenix thought Mistress Iscah would do something such as that, but the short time she spent in the labor slaves horseshoes was enough to give even the most stoic slave a good dose of PTSD.
“Very well, Mistress.” The slave said as she straightened herself up, before doubling over in an elegant bow, her flame-colored wings spread slightly next to her sides. “Please do not hesitate to come to me for assistance, Mistress. It is the least I could do for getting in your way, Mistress.” And to drive the point home, Phoenix did not rise from the bow. Her pink nose was less than an inch from the ground, though she would have gladly shoved her nose into the dirt below for her transgressions, if Devasha had ordered her to do so. A little dirt never killed anyone, even Phoenix.
“Please allow me to apologize one last time, Mistress.” And she still didn’t rise. It was Devasha’s prerogative to either tell the slave to stand, or to leave and let Phoenix rise when Devasha was out of sight. The slave was well trained and well behaved indeed.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Aug 16, 2019 20:04:38 GMT -6
Kalin || Architect || Post Nine Kalin's attention was drawn to the strange greeting that the older mare started to use, before stopping and correcting herself. He had never heard the words before, and was curious to know what they could possibly mean, but not enough to actually stop and question the mare about it. Instead, he decided to shuffle the thought off to somewhere in the back of his mind, where he could dig it up later and do some research on it, perhaps in his home library. He had a rather extensive collection of books, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy to think of them, even in the midst of this stressful time. "It's nice to meet you both," he said, snapping out of his thoughts and dipping his head to the two mares. "I'm Kalin," he introduced himself, smiling at the two newcomers. "As far as a place to rest, we have plenty of those. Unfortunately, it's just on the ground, but by the looks of you two - no offense - a rest would be welcome," he said with a slight chuckle. "Come on, follow me and I'll get you a place to lie down," he told them with a grin. WC: 200 |
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 17, 2019 7:11:10 GMT -6
Shiya
Starlight
She didn’t like the intrigued look in this one’s eyes. This was not going to bode well for them in the end, was it? Glancing back at Gran, there was a look in her eye that spoke one thing. We will be discussing this later.
Snapping her attention back as Kalin introduced themselves, Shiya simply remained silent, sullenly staring him down. Before not so subtly putting herself directly between Gran and him. A ghost she may be, but some protective instincts of her’s were difficult to kill off.
“A delight to meet you Kalin. Please, call me Silverwings,” the older mare replied as she returned with a little bow of her own. Edging near Shiya though a faint smirk, she once more laid a wing over the young mare. “And this is… my dear Starlight.”
Seriously?! Shiya barely restrained herself from giving her a wtf look.
“Indeed, even lying in mud has grown appealing to us both at this point in our travels,” the pegasus chuckled at her own joke. “But please, by all means, lead the way.” Ok, Shiya was starting to think maybe her Gran was losing it. Talking so much AND telling jokes at a time like this?!
Feeling the older mare nudging her to move along to follow, Shiya grumbled under breath in protest, yet she did as she was told, not happy about it obviously. Though she tried to avoid putting any weight on her throbbing hoof. “Do forgive my granddaughter,” Silverwings uttered. “These have been extremely trying months, and as you can see, she has yet to truly recover from her ordeals.”
Shiya just openly glared at the oversharing mare now.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 17, 2019 22:48:01 GMT -6
Elara | Sanctum Attendant | Mare
A soft smile fluttered to Elara's muzzle for a brief moment at her sister's ribbing. It was true, she had to admit; she was long past due getting away from work in favour of a bit of family time. Or quite frankly, even hobbies; with the recent conflicts throughout Valore and all of Eithne, she had been left with very little time that wasn't devoted to work or sleep.
She should be doing things for herself, she knew. But it was difficult when she watched those that needed help far more than she struggle on a daily basis.
The smile faded away as Mercury offered her insight into the Kirins. It was of some relief that her sister had yet to come across the growing army personally, but Elara could not help the shudder that passed through her at Mercury's next words. It was clear that the refugee camp surrounding Valore grew with each passing day, and eventually, they would run out of distance between them and the looming threat.
"I hope we're prepared when that day comes," Elara murmured simply as her gaze strayed towards the horizon.
Yet in her heart, at that moment, she knew they weren't.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 17, 2019 23:05:22 GMT -6
Devasha | Commoner | Mare
Devasha offered Phoenix a curt nod in response to the deep bow Phoenix gave, her eyes barely glancing over the slave as the young mare looked elsewhere.
Her mind was already elsewhere, running with ideas of how to remove herself from the current situation; ideally to a place with shade where she might hope to find herself with a cold drink in teke. A soft sigh escaped her muzzle, and for far from the first time this excursion, Devasha found herself regretting ever agreeing to aid in the volunteer effort. The others were far more qualified for this position, if the shattered ceramic by her hooves was any indication.
She paused for a moment, one hoof wavering over the ground, the fact that Phoenix had yet to rise from the ground suddenly hitting her. Any other time, she may have been impressed by the servile slave's clear devotion to service; perhaps even enviousness she did not currently have slave at her service of similar quality (and likely would not, Devasha noted with some irritation, after the decree issued earlier in the year).
At the moment, however, she found herself more concerned about leaving one of her sister's prized servile slaves with their nose buried to the ground.
"You may rise," Devasha remarked hastily, "I am sure the others will find more tasks for you nearby."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2019 5:01:29 GMT -6
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