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Post by reyarpg on Feb 20, 2021 18:19:49 GMT -6
Gallus could only watch in unrestrained horror as the dragon above them blew fire down at the group across the way from him. He instinctually leapt in front of both Keres and Melisande, taking the brunt of the force of the hot air, but no more than that. He swallowed, thickly, and glanced back at Keres and Melisande, his eyes wide with fear.
For the first time in a long time, he truly feared his own death. In the Crucible, he knew his opponents were bound by severe punishments not to kill him. Here, a dragon could kill him on a whim. But his own death still meant nothing in comparison to the two horses he was charged with protecting. His best and only friend, and a pretty lady of whom he had somehow got the courage to talk to.
Gallus had to get them out. Others were already being dragged out in the streets, and he wasn't about to have these two die, either.
"Come on!" He all but ordered, his voice strong as he at least tried to usher them towards the exit. Moira be damned, he wasn't going to wait for permission to escape. He made for the exit, all but hoping that Melisande and Keres would be with him.
WC: 213 ||| Directly talking to and affecting Keres and Melisande though anyone near the door could notice them making a hasty retreat.
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Post by manacats on Feb 20, 2021 19:18:58 GMT -6
M E L I S A N D E "All I ever wanted was the world."
Post #7 | 444 "Yes, yes - that sounds very acceptable with me. I will follow wherever you lead." She nodded cooly in response to Gallus' instructions, though blinked in surprise at the sudden gesture of comfort. It was unexpected, but welcome; she was a tactile mare, after all. Small gestures often spoke more than words ever could. The Unicorn paused, inclining her head in acknowledgement. Her eyes passed over the distressed stranger (keres) he spoke to - someone who must be Gallus' friend? She did her best to let a calm and composed veil wash over her, swallowing down the fear that rattled inside her chest. It simply wouldn't do for someone like her to appear so unraveled like the blonde one was, all tears and blood. Poor thing.
"Stop your tears," She ordered to him (keres) in the low tone she often used to soothe nervous clients, "You still yet breathe. Focus on that and we shall surely make it out of here, just as Gallus says."
Melisande then planted her hooves firmly on the ground, sticking close behind Gallus just as he instructed her to. Instinct told her to recoil at a slave telling her what to do, but logic took over; he knew what he was doing. The sureness in his words was a welcome boon amidst the current panic. Angry voices from the others in the sanctum hissed and spat back and forth, though the mistress listened with only half her attention.
The other half remained glued to the glaring visage of Sola through the shattered glass.
Everything seemed to happen in a blur through the thick haze of draconic ash and cinder. Melisande had squeezed her eyes shut and ducked down behind Gallus, the scorching hot air billowing throughout the sanctum as Sola's great flames crackled against the marble. The heat was nigh overbearing, hugging her skin, but thankfully the brunt of it had not been on her.
A moment of stillness passed in the chaos' wake. Was this their moment? Where did the wyvern go? Gallus with his quick reaction, surely honed from years of battle, had urged them forward, prompting Melisande's hooves to pick themselves up and follow after him towards the door that the Cardea child had gone through. She had no weapon, no blessing to protect herself with - the sooner she could get out of here, the better.
"Right behind you!" Melisande confirmed through heavy breaths, certainly unwilling to stray from her impromptu bodyguard's side. Just as the Mistress pushed herself through the doors alongside them, she spared a final glance over her shoulder only to spot a new wyvern through the window. "Oh Ignacio help us all..." She muttered.
(Melisande speaks to Gallus and Keres, and is going through the exit alongside them!)
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 20, 2021 21:58:58 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 975 | Post 7
The night was quiet, for a moment.
All she could hear was the beast’s breathing, like a great bellows far, far above her, and she did not dare look up. Her hooves she placed down one by one, each step feeling closer and closer to the edge of a cliff she could not see.
It felt like a noose around her neck, the other end held firmly in Sola’s jaws.
She could only keep breathing and hope it would not tighten. That everything would remain-
- Sola breathed in, and Moira’s eyes widened.
“NO!”
She barely heard herself scream, spinning in place to stare back into her Sanctum as boiling hot dragonfire spilled forth inside. For a moment it blinded her, her vision flooded with shades of red and orange and gold, catching on tapestries and catering tables and paintings.
Her Sanctum was burning. And she could only watch.
Inside, people screamed and some bolted, running into each other in panic, scrambling to get out through the front doors. She made no move to stop them, instead pushing back, forcing her way back through Azar’s doors as equines streamed past her into the street.
“Everyone! Outside!” She called. “Try to remain calm!”
She knew it was as useless as telling a drowning equine to just hold on. Stay calm. Like it was so easy.
Like she was at all calm herself.
Above her, Azar’s chandeliers trembled, lights flickering again as the figures in the windows stared into the sanctum, green lightning and dragonfire painting their features in garish colors and making their expressions seem twisted and pained.
Azar groaned, she could feel it straining under the weight of Sola, and she prayed it would hold out, even if just a little longer- and her ears heard the distant sound of what was almost thunder.
Her blood chilled.
This could not be happening.
Above her, something screeched.
Golden liquid rained from the broken window, striking her with enough force to make her stumble, the fluid strangely heavy and burning. It seared through her clothes, golden streams dropping down her shoulder, candles spitting and flaring as the droplets scattered over them.
Her body burned.
Blood, golden and crimson, streamed down her shoulder and dripped to the floor, leaving smears of sacred ash on her coat. She could smell her own burning hair and flesh. For a moment she could only hold her breath against the sudden agony, forcing herself not to flinch, not to cower, as Azar shook down to its roots once more.
Sola was, at last, leaving.
But another shadow passed over the empty window.
“EVERYONE! Outside!” Her voice came out like a bellow, and she had never raised her voice in this Sanctum, but her words nearly rattled the windows in their frames. Her eyes blazed, bright as the candles still glowing on her back and crowning her, spattered with wyvern blood and stained glass shards.
An orderly escape meant nothing, with a second wyvern in the skies.
Her head turned, gaze alighting on the Envoy.
She had thought she was angry the first time Eliina spoke to Sola.
But now, her insides burned, until the wyvern blood felt almost cool on her skin as her lips pulled back in what was nearly a snarl.
“Are you satisfied? You have drawn Sola’s ire onto my people and my Sanctum with your insistence on ignoring those around you.” She stomped a hoof, the sound lost in the chaos around them, of fire burning and the sound of wyvern wings.
“Do not pretend that your trips to the sheepherders in Onea have made you suddenly an expert in politics and Kings,” She snapped, taking a single step closer. “You are an Envoy. Do not pretend to rise above your rank and certainly do not use it to justify your hero complex as you offer up my Sanctum and the lives within for your little power play.”
Her nostrils flared, eyes blazing.
“And do not attempt to give me orders, Envoy. I am giving you one, right now. Hold. Your. Tongue.”
She had, admittedly, not heard much of Eliina’s response before she had gone outside- between Sola, the storm, and her own heart racing in her ears- her own fury- she had turned away before Eliina had finished speaking. She had- wrongfully- assumed Eliina might listen to the voices surrounding her asking her to be silent.
She’d almost snorted to herself, hearing Eliina suggest how she might evacuate this place. That she might put her own safety and the lives of children squarely in Delta’s bloodied hooves.
Was Eliina not the one to oust her for her crimes?
Moira wondered, in that moment, if Eliina was an Isador supporter all along. Surely it was the only explanation for the unicorn repeatedly putting them in danger.
She’d have a word with Aleksei, after all this. Many words.
If they all survived.
She cast another, panicked thought in Euonia’s direction- praying for her safety, for the safety of everyone with her- before she turned to look at Delta.
“You have one chance.” She spoke softly. “If one hair is harmed on anyone beneath your force fields, I will see to it myself that you will face the consequences. The children trust you to shield them. Do not make them regret that trust.” Her eyes held the labor slave’s a long, heavy moment before she turned again.
“But I will not leave until Azar is empty.” She said firmly. “Take them out.” She almost called out more instructions, more pleas to remain calm- when her ear caught a young girl’s voice, and her heart seemed to kick up another notch.
Surely her old heart could not take much more of this.
“Lucius?” She repeated, looking to the filly with her gaze fixed on the second wyvern. “Do you know that creature?”
INTERACTING: Basically can be heard by everyone in the Sanctum/by the doors, but specifically speaks to Eliina, Delta and Sereya!
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 20, 2021 22:20:07 GMT -6
Gallus did not waste time when Moira told them all to evacuate. He ushered Melisande and Keres out into the street as quickly as he could, watching the second wyvern circle above, eyes wide in horror. The beast was as magnificent as it was terrifying - and it was a new thing to concern himself with. He didn't recognize it in the slightest, and not knowing what to do scared him.
"Stay with me." His eyes were wild as he looked around at the district. He realized that he had wandered here, and had absolutely no idea where he was. No idea how to get out. He didn't know left from right and certainly didn't know a solid path to leave. No, that would have to come from Keres, Melisande, or one of the other horses that were around him. All he could do was draw himself up large, hoping that somehow his massive body would be enough to shield his two friends; he doubted he could fully cover Keres, but Melisande he had hope for.
"Do we have a way out of the district?" He muttered, turning his head to Melisande. Despite his fighter's blood, he did believe it would be foolish to stand and fight it. Was it even safe to run? The three of them could easily be a nice coat to sharpen the Wyvern's claws on. For now, he kept them a good distance away from the Sanctum (in case it collapsed or caught fire) and anxiously watched the others start to fill out.
WC 258 || Post #10 || Talking to Keres and Melisande - is completely out of the building and a few paces away
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Post by pxcarats on Feb 20, 2021 22:35:00 GMT -6
 The commoner felt comfort as Gallus spoke to him, assuring him that he won't die...saying that he would die for him. Keres almost began to cry more for another reason, one much more positive, but he already was enough of a mess, so he stopped himself. Keres looked up weakly to Melisande when she spoke, her stern yet caring words did much to help. It helped him remember where he was, and it took him out of the place his mind had been threatening to fall back into. He softly used the pelt he worse to wipe away his tears, taking some blood away from his face as well. "Thank you, M'am...I apologize for crying." He said respectfully, though his voice seemed weak and he had a hard time getting through some words. He was seeming to calm down for a moment, until everything started to go even more wrong.
His eyes didn't focus on where or why, only seeing fire blaze through his line of sight. He froze, He heard the others speak, but his mind began to ran. The feeling of hot air slightly hitting his body, it only fueled his mind even more. His thoughts muddied, he began to cry more- he almost collapsed right there in a puddle of tears and begging for his father, that was until Gallus' voice struck through his head to bring him back to earth. He was still shaky, but he had enough of his mind back in place to move behind Gallus- and a right mind to move properly when he heard screaming and was ushered outside. His mind kept fogging over, and as he got outside of the burning building, he wondered if the screams he began to hear were real or not.
He looked up at the beast above, and his tears began to get impossible to handle once more. And hearing Gallus asking for a way out...it only made the visions in his mind worse. "I want to go home...I want my dad..." he got out through his audible tears that now messed up his entire face, twisted in fear and mental anguish. Keres would clearly not being able to help any with directions as his mind right now was not in the right place, barely keeping himself from collapsing, knowing that he had to run at some point.
Post #5 | Word Count: 396 | Talking to: Melisande and Gallus, now completely out of the building with them |
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 20, 2021 23:02:27 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 8 | WC 330 Moira's call to evacuate the place seemed to be… well, not the best idea, in Caron's opinion. After all, it seemed like it'd be safer inside, where Sola couldn't just eat them - especially with all the forcefield available there.
They offered a small smile to Sunny. "It's Alright, Sunny. I'm not fully certain what all is going on, but surely it'll be alright."
Chiya sung a few low notes to sooth Sunny, from her perch on Caron's back.
Of course, that's when Sola breathed fire into the building.
Caron at first recoiled from the fire, pushing Misti and Sunny further into the forcefield, as the spot where they once had been branded that now was covered in scales twinging, before they remembered as the edges of their outfit curled at the heat, that they were fireproof.
They blinked, shaking their head with a sigh, as the flames came to an end, and Sola departed.
And the second wyvern appeared, flying past the sanctum. Electricity started to crackle around them, but a breath subdued it, as they watched the dust filtering through the air, and the food lit on fire. "...Let's… get the two of you out of here." They stated, as Moira shouted for everyone to get out of there, gently nudging them towards the door as they picked up their bags again "...You should head home sometime quickly, hopefully you don't… live near the area she is, or at the very least have a place to go to." They took a breath, looking around as others made their way outside.
After Misti and Sunny were on their way out, Caron went to walk over to Moira, hearing her say to Delta, that she would not leave until the Sanctum was empty.
"...I'll stay with you then, Moira. I, after all have no-where else that I am needed." They said quietly, though they were curious, glancing at the filly that Moira questioned. Apparently the second wyvern had a name. Interesting.
 Taffy "And the world tastes good, Cause the candy man, thinks it should~"
Post 9 | WC 179 Taffy was confused about what all was going on, so perhaps that was why he was so calm, as Moira gave the order to leave. "Yes, let's… come on Dom, let's hurry, alright?" He stated, taking a half stumbled step towards the door, as suddenly the fire came pouring in.
Taffy was no longer calm and confused, but confused and worried. "Tira!" He called to the back of the room "We're heading out!" He didn't know if he could be heard over the flames, from his place protected by forcefields, but still he shouted. And then he started to urge Dom out the door. "...Let's just hurry home to the Menagerie…" he said, nodding as Moira ordered them to evacuate faster - That was something he certainly agreed with, as he made his way outside though staying near to Delta and her forcefields, finally taking notice of the two wyverns. "...Tonight was not a good night to come out, was it?" He asked, shaking his head, turning back to the sanctum to wait for his two sons to come out.
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Post by Luneby on Feb 21, 2021 5:29:30 GMT -6
 S I R O C C O "Hit the bottom and escape."
Sirocco watched Harlan break through the flames with wide eyes, promptly noticing the stallion was burnt. She did not dare leaving the trembling filly’s side – but sorely desired to go check on him. Pained eyes trailed over the burnt fins as her heart sank in her chest. How bad was it? Could they heal him at home? Would a wound on his fins prevent him from transforming into his water form? Questions raced in her mind as her heart pounded – she could only try her best to hide the fear that spiked through her as she watched her beloved and her mistress barely making it out of the flames alive. She only cared about bringing them home safe.
“We also need to get you home, you’re hurt. Young mistress, we must not linger here any longer. It’s too dangerous.” She shot a glance towards Angélique, checking on the filly’s state with concerned eyes. “Your friend is quite shaken too, we should get her to safety.” She adds in a hushed tone, hoping the filly would listen to her. She felt she might have to use force to bring her home – and she would if she must. Trying to reason with Sereya in this state was pointless, but she still hoped she could coo the filly into following them back home.
She noticed the sound of heavy hooves walking in their direction. Her ears perked up as she realized it was Flamen Moira- who thankfully appeared to be safe, despite being visibly shaken. The red mare had caught her discourses – not only did she agree, but she admired her way of handling the crisis. But her state only let her know that they needed to get out of here fast. She fell silent and slightly dipped her neck as the older mare came to interrogate Sereya.
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WC: 399| Post # 4
OOC: addressing Harlan, Sereya and Angélique, ackowledging Moira |
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Post by Luneby on Feb 21, 2021 5:43:47 GMT -6
 S E R E Y AOf monsters and flowers
She did not have the words to answer Harlan, no strength to disagree with him. But she somehow felt more scared of going back to the dark, empty manor than staying here among the flames. She did not feel ready to leave the flames that she felt should have killed her and yet, knew that it was the reasonable thing to do. “ I-I can’t go until I know Mother is safe.” She muttered, eyes wide with fear. She could not bear the thought of going home without her. Maybe that was why she left in the first place. Her thoughts drifted towards Aureliana, all alone because she had selfishly left – was she alright? How she wished they could have been together in this, right now. Yet she had to be thankful that her aunt had not been as foolish as herself, and that she was safe from the flames. She turned her face towards the stallion, burning tears abundantly dripping at her feet. “ I’m so sorry. I-“ She froze, looking towards the darkened streets. She would not wait between marble walls for fate to strike her family once again, no matter how reckless she knew her decision to be. She could not bear the thought of it. “I just can’t.” she whispers, face distorted by a deeply pained expression. She sniffled loudly, as Sirocco stepped in closer. “ Take Angélique and go – I must wait for Mother.” She spoke like a ghost, as if her voice was not quite hers – her eyes looked strangely empty. Instincts spoke through her as the filly inside her screamed and retreated to a corner of her mind. She snapped out of it as a low, resounding voice addressed her. “ Flamen Moira.” She said flatly, looking through the mare as if she did not see her. She felt Sirocco nudging at her neck, and shook herself, trying to find back some composure. “ Y-yes, I do know the creature. That must be Lucius – Aleksei’s young wyvern.” She lets out, blankly watching the wyvern circle above them. And then it hit her, like the weight of a waterfall crashing down on her. “ Shit.” She spat out, eyes widening. “ That must be where they all are. They’re with Aleksei. They’re coming for Isador.” Her ears pinned against her neck as she watched Moira with utter terror in her eyes, as her voice somehow sounded hollow. “ Sola is coming for them.” She whispers, eyes searching for the golden wyvern in the sky, finding herself frozen where she stood, while golden blood still spilled over Azar.
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WC: 426| Post # 6
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Post by kerarose on Feb 21, 2021 6:15:33 GMT -6
E L I I N A
POST 6 | WC: 543
The heat of the flames burst at her through the Force Field, scaring Eliina. Why was Sola doing this? She'd tried to apologize, to make things right! Why would a monster such as Sola target young children, a Sanctum full of art?
Screams rang through the air as the dragonfire died, unable to catch onto the stone, but finding some purchase on curtains and the catering. Eliina rose from her bow, hastily trying to find purchase on the stone floor.
It hit her then- what she had done. She had tried to keep Phoenix safe, to keep the leader of this movement- whoever it was- safe. But she shouldn't have put lives at risk.
By the gods, what have I done?
She rose from her place, quickly striding back, back, back to the others. She would help. She would not speak out of turn. She would try to make this right.
House Xoias depended on it.
She turned to Moira, feeling each word as a physical blow. "I-I am deeply sorry, Flamen," she said, shrinking in on herself. "I was trying to right my wrong by apologizing. I-I thought Sola might listen, might leave this place and its equines alone." It hurt to speak, guilt and fear roiling in her gut, in her limbs- in her heart. "I- and my House- will personally pay for repairs. I'll bully the Head into it if I have to; we have more than enough shards."
Then she heard it- the second screech.
By the gods, another wyvern.
Eliina shrank back from the opening, fear shining in her eyes. Had Isador gotten another wyvern? She didn't think it was possible, but what if? Nothing would surprise her about that impostor anymore.
"By Ignacio," she whispered, "has the monster got a second wyvern?"
She heard the young one- Sereya, was it?- speak, explaining the origins of the creature. She heard her small outburst of fear- and she knew that she had been right, that Sola had indeed been going for the rebels at the Goldhead. She desperately wanted to give a look to the Flamen, but decided against it. She wouldn't dig her hole any deeper tonight.
She turned to Moira again, bowing her head. "Believe me- I don't fully trust Delta either, but she has been good to the children, and I believe she wants to atone for her mistakes, heinous as they may be. They like her. She will keep them safe. If she doesn't, she knows that she will have hell to pay- both from you, and me."
She raised her head, looking the Flamen in the eye. "What can I do to help? I admit I made mistakes tonight. Let me prove that I'm not just an idiot- that I stand for everything you stand for. Please." She put every ounce of apology she had into that plea- she had to fix this.
If it meant staying behind, risking burns and a building crashing onto her, she'd do it. It would scare her half to death, but she'd do it. If she was needed leading equines to safety, she'd do that too.
She couldn't let her wrongs win tonight.
IW: Moira
Mentions: Sereya, Delta
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Post by seechem on Feb 21, 2021 6:54:17 GMT -6
A N G É L I Q U E
a sanctum attendant of Oralee
'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies...'
... ...
As soon as Sereya had moved, so had Angélique. The filly followed her friend, stepping carefully through the glass as the eminent threw a few well-aimed, scathing remarks at the envoy. Too right, Angélique thought venomously. Yet, they were barely at Moira's side, passing beneath the wyvern, when hell broke loose. Heat scorched across them, and Angélique barely had a moment to register anything before she was shoved out onto the steps of the Sanctum. Blazing lights burnt at her eyes, and she let out a scream of terror. Burying her head in her forelegs, she could feel the fire licking close by, and somehow not catching her. Through squinted eyes, she looked up to see her friend's underside shielding her. Sereya was wreathed in the raging billow of golden flames. The roar of the dragon's breath drowned out most other sounds, though Angélique was certain she could hear more screams from inside. How had she gotten out of there? Had Sereya...saved her? The onslaught ceased, and she watched in panic as the wyvern took flight, only to be struck by another.
"Sereya," She started, shifting on her side, wincing a little at the bruises to her side that she would sport for the next few days. Her words died on her tongue as she watched the calming embrace shared between Sirocco and Sereya. The trembles that shook through the young eminent's legs made Angélique tear up. "I'm okay, Reya." She spoke softly, her body still tense as the sound of snapping jaws and wings overhead continued. At the name Lucius Angélique looked up again. It took all her resilience to watch the two wyverns. So the darker one was Lucius, then. She wondered who he belonged to, whether it was another of Isador's who had come to scold Sola, or a new entity entirely!
Her mind was still racing, the image of flames and teeth still prominent in her psyche, but she could hear the discussion amongst Sereya's slaves. Get home. Yes, that sounded like the best course of action. Angélique got shakily to her legs, still awed at the fact she had escaped almost wholly unscathed, certainly free of any burns. The attendant was about to agree when Sereya stated she couldn't leave. "What? Reya, don't be ridiculous." She looked between the slaves, and then back at her friend. "I'm not leaving you here alone! Not after everything, not after all of this. Your mother will want you safe. Gods, if she even knew about that little stunt you pulled saving me," her voice wavered, catching on the barely subdued emotions in her throat, "she's have me flayed, and your slaves too. Please, she won't be running the streets with those wyvern's about. Surely she'd just go home too."
Flamen Moira approached, and Angélique couldn't bring herself to bow her head. Everything was happening too quickly, and she let herself wander closer to Sirocco and Harlan. "With Aleskei?" She murmured, looking to the sky once more. So something more was afoot. By all the hints she was picking up, a coup was underway. Terror stripped away her manners, and she spun anxiously on Sereya, "Then we need to get out of here! We need to find shelter, somewhere, anywhere safe and covered. Standing on these steps we-" She could see passed the group into the sanctum. Flames licked at tapestries, art and food. The stone was blackened with soot, and the entire juxtaposition in comparison to only a few minutes ago sent her over the edge. Tearing up, Angélique shook her head violently, "Please Reya! This is too big for us! It's too much." She was almost sobbing. Tomorrow she would mourn over what a child she looked like in front of Flamen Moira and her own dear friend, but in that moment, her teke wrapped around Sereya's foreleg and heaved, "Sereya, please! We need to get somewhere safe, we need to get you somewhere safe! Let me help you!"
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Post by Kelpie-River on Feb 21, 2021 10:49:51 GMT -6
Aerynn || Eminent || Post Nine
Everything was confusion. There was yelling, crackling from the roof above them, anger and fear flying high over the small colt's head as he nestled as close to Suzan as he could, his heart pounding in his chest. Small drops of golden blood shed themselves on Delta's shield, but the dragon herself was gone now. The flames, the terrifying flames, were gone too. Aerynn could barely believe what had just happened, and he was shaking as he leaned on Suzan for support. The words of getting out were muffled, and everything was topsy-turvey in his brain. Had they been ordered to get out before or after Sola attacked? Was it really an attack? Or a warning? His whole body shook, and he couldn't remember anything clearly. Tears blurred his vision.
Slowly, the colt realized that he needed to get moving, regardless of his mental state. He was, after all, the only Reiyne left to take the name when his parents passed on, seeing how his sister had abdicated, and his brother was dead. So he raised his head, trying to dry his tears with his teke, wiping them away to the floor. Slowly, painfully, he began moving towards the door, his steps hesitant and shaky. He could do this...with Delta to protect him...and Suzan by his side...he could do this. He had to.
WC: 225
Misti || Palasa Flamen || Post Eight
Misti was thankful, so thankful to Ignacio when they made it under the shields. The fact that Caron had recoiled made them raise a brow. Wasn't the Kirin used to being fireproof? That was a question for another time, however, as the fire encroached, stopped short by the forcefields. The heat from the flames blackened the marble beneath them as the dragon let loose a plume of fire. With Sunny already injured, Misti sent up another prayer that no one was taken by the flames. Of course, some horses might have burns, and for that Misti was worried. Dragon fire was nothing to play with. But so far as they could tell, no one had perished in the sudden, terrifying blaze. "We have started something terrible," muttered the Flamen, remembering how they had arrived at the Goldhead, and spoken their mind. Could this be reminiscent of that? It certainly seemed that Sola was on some kind of mission...but...and suddenly, there was golden blood raining down upon them as another Wyvern became apparent in the sky. What was this night turning into?
"Come on; we need to get out," muttered Misti, following the advice of others, mostly Moira. The Flamen was keeping her head exceptionally well for one who had such a heavy weight upon her shoulders. Misti was thankful that someone had kept their head on. They needed her guidance now, perhaps more than ever before. Carefully, Misti began stepping towards the door, hoping that Sunny and Caron would follow. The two of them seemed to be on the forefront of Misti's mind as they crossed the blackened tiles towards freedom.
WC: 269
Dominosteine || Gentry || Post Eight
Dom was out in a flash, keeping close to the force field provided by Delta for as long as they could, but knowing that if they had to break from her and follow their father, they would do so. Tira seemed to be lost to the chestnut horse's view for a second, but Dom was sure he'd be along and back in eyesight in a moment. He had to. The terror of the dragon's fire was still fresh in Dom's mind as the chestnut scrabbled out of the Sanctum and followed close to Taffy. Their heart was beating fast, racing even, as the horse's tail swished back and forth anxiously. The marks on their neck burned something awful, but when the wyvern had opened her mouth and breathed fire on them all, Dom had quickly forgotten about a minor ache. They would have all been roasted if not for the force fields protecting them! How terrifying a thought.
Dom pressed close to Taffy's side. "It wasn't a good night to venture out, after all, I suppose," they said dryly, glancing up at the sky, where the two wyverns circled. How terrifying, to see another one of them out here. Shuddering, Dom turned their attention back to Taffy. "Can we go home?" They demanded softly. "See the twins. Get somewhere...safe." Was anywhere safe? Dom wasn't sure anymore. It was a terrible thought, but maybe nobody was safe anywhere anymore.
WC: 249
Aerynn is interacting with SuzanMisti is talking to Sunny and Caron Dom is interacting with Taffy
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Post by floatyy on Feb 21, 2021 11:23:39 GMT -6
Sunny's breathing was rapid and uneven, her eyes locked on the giant maw of the wyvern that was attacking the sanctum. She staggered, hearing Caron speak but not quite registering what they were saying. She certainly didn't expect to be shoved further into the force field when fire rained down on them. For something so relevant to Ignacio, to Aodh in general, fire was not Sunny's favorite thing to think about. Fire burned, it hurt. But it also brought warmth and light to those who needed it. It was confusing and THIS fire was meant to kill.
She moved her mouth wordlessly, before she had half the mind to snap it shut and look at Misti. This had all fallen apart so suddenly! Should she go back to Bloom? Would she get snatched up by Sola, or burnt in the streets before she could even get there? Her withers shook, sending pain rolling through her body in waves as her shoulder was disturbed. She didn't hear anybody else calling out, even if they were, or had. Her ears were ringing too loud. She stumbled after Misti, desperate to just get out. Away from the fire, away from the now TWO wyverns in the area. Her eyes snapped into focus and she lifted her head, looking for the exit.
There.
She spotted the place where other equines were making it out, and unevenly headed that direction herself, still following the Palasa Flamen and only hoping that everyone made it out alive. She'd have to thank Caron at some point, when her head was on straight. Right now, survival was on her mind.
WC: 271 | Post Seven
Interacting with Misti and Caron
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Feb 21, 2021 13:17:18 GMT -6
In taking stock of the others around him, Shay hadn't been keeping an eye on the great beast looming over them. He'd just assumed that the screech was from Sola and it wasn't until Eleanore screamed did he look up to see the bright yellow dragon fire shooting from Sola's mouth and onto the sanctum, licking around the force shields hungrily. His eyes widened and he took a step back in shock. Another screech and what Shay first took to be molten gold sprayed across the floor as dust rained down from the dragon's departure. However looking around he couldn't see any melted gold in the sanctum, but he didn't have time to process that yet. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest as he started processing how close he'd come to being cooked. He looked about frantically as equine rushed towards the door, he put out a wing to signal Eleanore to wait, though based on her expression he knew she wasn't about to move anywhere without his say so. There was an eeriness to the damaged, almost empty, sanctum. It felt like he was looking at something he should never see. A desecrated holy sight that sent chills up his spine.
Waiting until the initial rush was over of horses leaving the sanctum, Shay nudged Eleanore in the side to follow. He spared a glance outside the broken window, a second wyvern, younger, circling the building. Unsure as to who's allegiance the new wyvern was beholden too, he quickly made his way out the building. He left just in time to witness Moira tearing into Envoy Eliina, and he paused in the doorway to watch in awe as the flamen lit into her. He remembered that he was blocking the way for other people to get out. He looked up again and watched the gold and black wyvern make another circle around the sanctum, before a burning sensation on his shoulder made him look down seeing the golden splotch that had nestled between the base of his wing and the top of his shoulder. His cloak was un-touched, as it had gotten tossed out of the way during his jump to protect Eleanore from the falling shards. He watched it slowly roll down his shoulder further and he winced, sucking in a sharp intake of breath. It must have dripped off onto him from something dangling from the ceiling.
"Shit. I didn't even notice." He looks over at Eleanore, looking her over. "Are you alright?"
Post 6|WC: 419
ooc: Shay mentions Moira, Eliina, and the others who already left the sanctum, interacts with Eleanore. Shay has wyvern blood burns on one of his shoulder and the blood is dripping down that leg
 When Moira instructed everyone to start heading out the door in orderly groups, Moonrise nodded, waiting for her turn to head outside. "Looks like we're going to be heading home after all, you ready to go?" She asked Mickaiah. She smiled when Asalah was getting back onto her normal doctor routine, her friend just couldn't leave someone hurting without trying to help first. She chuckled at Leonides's comment.
"I'm sure she knows what she's doing, she's doing the best any of us can do when the king's wyvern decides to stick her nose into sanctum business." Moonrise accepted the extra protection from one of his force shields with a grateful dip of the head, but didn't have time to dwell on it when Sola unleashed her flaming breath upon the huddled shielded masses. Her own flames leaped up around her hooves as she stepped back from the edge of her friend's dome, watching the flames lap around the shield and golden blood spray down from Sola as she was struck by the second wyvern. Moonrise's eyes widened.
"There's two of them!"
With urging from the flamen for everyone to get out again, she looked down at Mickaiah. "Come on, lets get out, looks like tonight our home is going to be safer than here." She muttered just for him to hear. She was reminded of the flames from the burning homes in Breim and the scar along her back ached from where the burning cinders had fallen. With shaky breaths she quickly followed the rest out of the door, going off to the side so that she would be out of the way for other people to leave. She cast her gaze up at the sky to see the new wyvern circling above.
"What in Ignacio's name is going on in the city tonight?"
Post #5 | Word Count: 304
OOC: Moonrise mentions Moira and Asalah, interacts with Mickaiah and Leonides
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Post by Waterdrup on Feb 21, 2021 14:06:07 GMT -6
Leonides | Merchant
Leonides looked around, seeing other forcefields appear, it was good to see people working together. After the tension that hummed in the streets of the city, all those rumours… Right, focus, he needed to focus. While a Wyvern was breathing fire into the room! Leonides backpaddled, he was only a civilian after all, this was a bit much to deal with.
The room was bright with flames, paintings split and curled, curtains and tablecloth blackened. The smell of it all burned his nostrils and a flash of memory made Leonides stumble. He had to catch himself and for a moment he wasn’t in the Sanctum. He was a child. Crying in the street, pushing himself past people who where shouting over the noise of a roaring fire. His home ablaze. A high pitched scream.
The stallion blinked the vision away in annoyance, he didn’t have time for this, not here, not NOW. He steadied himself and swallowed hard, suddenly out of breath. He barely heard Asalah’s praise and just nodded wordlessly in response. He needed a moment to push the damn memory back into the dark corner of his mind, where it belonged. “Keep it together Leo.” But he had lost focus for a moment.
Leonides winced and looked down at his front feet where his coat had burned away and his skin felt raw. It wasn’t too bad, not while adrenaline was surging through his system anyway. Besides, they didn’t have time to linger, he would ask for the healer’s aid later. “Alright, we need to move, let’s follow the others outside.” He said, turning to Asalah, seeing as Moonrise and her companion were already on the move. “I’ll take up the rear, go, they probably need you outside.” He urged the hippocampus, avoiding the liquid gold and cinders that littered the marble floor of the beautiful Sanctum.
Wordcount 309 | Post #4 Talking to Asalah, mentioning Moonrise and Mickaiah |
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Feb 21, 2021 14:15:30 GMT -6
DELTA
Aodh | Labor Slave
Delta watched as the shadow of the smaller Wyvern circled above them, staying out of Sola’s range, hiding in the clouds every so often. It was a small dragon, not even a close match for the golden Wyvern, but still… It had defended them. It had struck Sola at a vulnerable point and drawn blood. Delta backed up, keeping her eyes on the hole in the roof, purple flames licking off of her body every now and then. That gold dragon hit like a hammer, that was for sure. The blow to her Force Field had nearly knocked the wind out of her. Blessing though it may be, she felt each object that struck it. It was like feeling vibrations through the air. It was an extension of her, after all. She had felt it push the glass as it slid over the floor, the sensation like phantom pebbles against her hooves. Had felt the momentary lapse of strength when the Shield had cracked under the dragon’s fiery blast. She continued to back out, keeping her Shield over the others as they retreated out the door, looking back periodically to make sure she didn’t trip over something. A black object some eight feet in front of her lay on the floor, burning. Delta realized with a start that it was her bridle. When had she dropped it? Ahh, fuck. Well, if there was ever a test of honesty, this would be it. Once the others were out the door, she turned to face them. Just in time to see and hear Moira hammering at Eliina for antagonizing the Wyvern. Delta’s brows rose in mild astonishment at the Flamen. Damn. Aodhians definitely knew how to make someone feel like shit when they wanted to. The silver mare listened to Eliina’s shaky apology, humming to herself in thought. If a dragon the size of Sola was so sensitive that a mere rude dismissal would crush her exalted pride then the golden wyvern would have killed way more people by this point. Delta cleared her throat, moving closer to Moira, “ Excuse me, your Grace. Sorry to interrupt, but… I don’t think Sola’s attack was spurred solely by Envoy Eliina,” she told the dark mare, “ I watched her. Sola, I mean. She aimed mostly at my Shield. I would like to think that it’s because we were just unlucky but dragons rarely fire blind into a crowd. They pick a target… Think about who was under my Shield, your Grace. The Palasa Flamen, myself, Envoy Eliina, the black Kirin, the Painted mare, and yourself, in part. All of us were at the Goldhead,” the labor slave lowered her voice, “ None of us were exactly quiet regarding our opinions of the King and there were certainly civilians there. With all the rumors going around, someone like the King would become very paranoid. Perhaps a few extra ears here and there. Many of the ones there were recognized by name or had exposed their face. Voices are also easy to recognize,” Delta took a breath, trying to calm herself from the adrenaline rush, “ He knows who to go after. I highly doubt that both Azar and the Goldhead being attacked in the same night was coincidental.” Delta looked over to Aerynn. He had tears rolling down his cheeks though she couldn't see if he was injured or not. She knew that Taffy’s son was, however. The blood on his neck was hard to miss. Her head snapped to look at Moira when the Flamen told her that she was giving Delta the chance she had asked for. She gave the Flamen a confident smile, “ Any injury on them already was sustained before my Force Field was up. Besides, even Sola’s flame couldn't break my Shield. You have my word. They will be safe,” Delta bowed her head, “ And thank you.” Then she remembered her bridle… Groaning a little, she raised her head, “ I don’t have my bridle, I must have dropped it when Sola broke the window and now it’s all but destroyed,” she said, hesitating a little before speaking again, “ If someone is willing to escort me back to the Dark District and explain to the Chevaliers what happened, I’d appreciate it.”
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Post by houndflash on Feb 21, 2021 14:54:56 GMT -6
Tate|Aodh|Smuggler
Tate stood shocked and paralyzed in fear as the king's wyvern breathed fire down unto the groups shielded by the forcefields. Thankfully the force fields held strong, but the sanctum around them was now very much on fire, and the sight and sounds of a second wyvern circled the group. Tate barely comprehended the horses that already started to run out of the building, turning around to find Flamen Moira was working on escorting the rest of the group out before the building burned down around them. The unicorn unsteadily walked over to where Eleanor and Shay had gathered and were starting to go out of the building, glancing at the wyvern blood that started dripping from the ceiling from the "entrance" that Sola created.
"Are you both okay?" Tate asked, his voice shaking as he gave Eleanor and Shay a quick glance over. "We should probably get out of here, as the Flamen stated, and find a new place of cover before there's a wyvern fight in the middle of the city." Tate said, keeping an eye on the new, yet smaller, wyvern, hoping that it wasn't also a new "pet" of Isador, looking around for those who dared to speak out against him. Tate waited with his friend, glancing to see if the others they were first joined by would also be joining them.
Post #4 Word Count 230
Interacts with Shay, Eleanor, briefly mentions Moira |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Feb 21, 2021 14:58:56 GMT -6
Asalah | Armiger
Asalah was quiet for a few moments as Moira continued forward. No answer? That seemed pretty reasonable. Quietly, she followed Leonides, her eyes turning back to make sure no horse was left behind as they exited the sanctum. She would’ve normally fought against him, but with Moonrise and the others pushing her forward, she figured it’d be wise to keep moving.
As she did so, she stopped to touch her flank to Leonides, the burns themselves dissipating slowly as her healing regeneration did it’s work. Quietly, she thanked Cascade, only slightly agreeing with her companions that they needed to get moving before she did so.
She moved towards Moira, her eyes assessing the damages done to the flamen as she came up. She didn’t have her medicinal herbs with her, the garb she wore being more formal than her normal doctors bags, but with Obsidian, she knew that any damage done could be taken care of. “Take it easy, dear flamen. I’ll stitch these wounds close and bring your vigor anew.” She drew, once more, from the fish, helping to close the wounds the flamen had sustained as best she could.
“Direct the injured to me. I shall care for everyone while we are under the protection of both mine and the dappled mare’s shields. Even through the danger, we should take a moment to assess our wounds and fix them… though I can walk while we do so.”
Her ears flicked back as she heard the dappled mare speak up once more. Lost bridle? Any of the children wouldn’t look responsible if she was returned to the dark district with them in tow. However, Asalah worked with the labor slaves and was well known with most of the chevaliers that guarded the district at large. Maybe she could discuss a few buy backs in the process, or keep an eye out for any slaves she was still missing from Isador’s orders. If she could stop at the casino… she could even bring some food, but that probably wouldn’t be wise. The mare probably would want to return quickly.
“If you’re fine with staying with me as I tend to the wounded, I can take you back after we get everybody home.” She added, her eyes glancing over the group. She could see a few cuts and scrapes, and Shay’s wing had also sustained some damage. “Not to mention two shields will be better than one while returning home… with two dragons, I’d rather not you get roasted if one gets too close again."
She sighed softly, her stomach curdling as she thought about all that could go wrong in the next few hours. Yet she'd steady those worries to keep the others safe. "The chevaliers know me, and with the dragons out… I’d like to check on the other labor slaves to make sure they also didn’t suffer any damage.”
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Asalah is directly talking to Leonides, Moonrise, Mickaiah, Moira, and Delta.
Note: Any character that wants to keep their scars may do so. Asalah has max healing regen, which means that she may be able to remove injuries completely, but I want to leave that up to player discretion.
Eleanor - Servile Slave
Eleanor followed Shay out in a daze. It took her a few moments to realize that she was being spoken too, as the dragon’s fire was still giving her reason to shake. Briefly, she pushed past that dazed feeling and took a moment to just let everything happen.
She felt much like a passenger in her own body, but after a few moments, that feeling dissipated and she finally managed a weak nod as she shifted from hoof to hoof. “Y-Yeah I’m okay. Just a little shaken by the sound of that d-dragon. Who… who owns the second one? I’ve never seen that smaller one.”
She squinted, her eyes unable to make out any markings in the distance before she turned back to Shay and Tate. “Master Shay, M… Tate…” She held back saying master before his name, as he had scolded her before for it, lightly, but still enough to make the point clear. “Are either of you… Oh, Master Shay! Your shoulder.”
She said it without really worrying about the soreness in her own throat. After all, it was her fault that it hurt so much. She had screamed herself silly. Quietly, she pushed him towards the doctor that they had accompanied to the works, though she was concerned about the fight that was happening above. “After that, we can figure out where to go… though I think back home does not sound like a bad idea.”
Post 6 | WC 239
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 21, 2021 16:58:47 GMT -6
 Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave Suzan was unharmed and, despite some tears streaming down his face, so was Aerynn. They had achieved their ultimate goal, to keep their charge safe. But they had to admit at that moment, that they had done absolutely nothing themselves. It had all been Delta's doing, what with the forcefield keeping them and so many others protected from the demons vengeance. If Delta or the other horses blessed with Ignacio's force-fields had not been there, the entire room would have been completely cooked.
They'd be dead.
None of this felt real to the foal, it felt like a bad dream. But as they looked around with wide, terrified eyes, taking in the horses who had not been as lucky as they had, they realized this nightmare was very real. Just like their time in the Dark District, that horrible, horrible time, it had all been real.
But this...this far surpassed those times, that pain and terror.
Suzan was vaguely aware that adults around them were talking, and looked up tiredly at the hybrid mare [Asalah] talking to Delta. Throughout everything, Suzan had managed to hold onto their own bridle, which was trembling in their snowy teke. The foal looked up to the two mares, looking a little lost and zoned out from the troubling evening.
"C-Can someone p-put back on my bridle? M-My masters wouldn't be happy..." They trailed off, fearing the inevitable as they clutched their small bridle. They weren't going to be happy with them anyway. They hoped the worst they'd receive was a night without dinner or something. They dreaded the thought about being sold, or worse, being forced to go back to the Dark District.
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POST COUNT: 10 ♦ WORD COUNT: 279
MENTIONS: Aerynn, Delta, Asalah
INTERACTIONS: Asalah and Delta |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Feb 22, 2021 10:09:05 GMT -6
Mickaiah | Servile slave
Mickaiah let their head drop down, feeling chastised. It was just a storm, nothing a grown equine should tremble about. Ashamed they nodded, trying not to show how the mere weather phenomenon affected them. Moonrise's friend, Asalah, called the storm strange though. Why was nobody worried about why it was strange? The other horse, Leonides, didn't seem to be bothered either. Or did they just all hide it well? Worrying their lip between their teeth they looked around. The doors had closed, everyone carried on except. A noise and Mickaiah was looking up. A dragon. No, much bigger, a wyvern, could be seen above them and they shrieked, moving closer to Moonrise. At least now clearly they weren't the only one distraught as horses around them panicked and pulled up shields. Mickaiah had heard a thing or to, but never bothered to make sense, not really at least. What did it matter? It wasn't their herd, they had no standing, there was nothing they could do to influence their fate, let alone that of others. But they did know the king had this creature, big, frightening. And they did know tension were high. All they could think of now was that there was danger in the air and it bubbled up close, way too close. The fear in the room was overwhelming and what where probably seconds seemed to last ages. Muscles tense, breathing laboured. Mickaiah felt cornered all over again as accusations were made. As they were sentenced to life in prison. As they were hauled of on a boat to a fate even worse. Prey. Hunted and hunted down again by life and now that thing hanging above them. It wasn't fair, but nonetheless that maw spread open wide and flames rolled over them. Again seconds felt like an eternity, Mickaiah quivering as tears slipped down their face, worrying that every moment, the shields would gave away and that would be the end of it, a terrible painful death. They didn't except more shrieking and they didn't except the stream of flames to end, leaving disaster in it's wake, but, as they darted their gaze around, only equines injured, not... They gulped and sobbed. Moonrise was okay, everyone seemed alive. They had imagined only one thing worse than dying, living as Moonrise, the only one left in their world, how troubled it may be, didn't. There was nothing they could have done and they felt more useless and powerless than they had done in years. "I'm sorry." They shook their head, as they were encouraged to go home with Moonrise, looking at Asalah and others. "What about..." they trailed off, realising it was futile question. What could they do? They had no skill, no blessing. All they could do was be in the way of others who could be off help. They nodded, following close behind their master, giving Asalah a glance. She was brave, capable. Looking back at Moonrise, they followed her gaze up, seeing a second beast in the sky.
There was certain irony to the fact, they thought, that it was Ignacio's temple... well, sanctum that was drenched in flames. They whispered: "Do you think the world is falling apart?"
Post 3 | 533 words
Directly speaking to Moonrise, general acknowledgement of Leonides and Asalah. Last remark can be heard by anyone is their vicinity
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Post by buffyandbramble on Feb 22, 2021 16:38:32 GMT -6
Time seemed to stretch, drawing out as voices rose around them. The tension in the room was palpable, nerves stretching tighter and tighter. They would not take much more before they snapped, unleashing full blown panic which could be nearly as dangerous as Sola herself. Nearly.
He could hear the envoy trying to defend her actions, desperately trying to paint herself as a martyr it would seem but Lux didn't pay her any further mind. The damage was done now, words could not be taken back, and he didn't care for backpedalling. First reactions were telling, truthful. Instinct could not be trained. He kept his attention on Sola, head high as he watched her. Waited... Others were beginning to filter out in a strangely orderly fashion which he could only attribute to the presence of the Flamen, perhaps the Flamines. It was impressive what faith and deference could so. Long may it last.
Out the corner of his eye he could see Sereya moving and he dropped his eyes from the wyvern a moment to watch her silently, raising a brow. Ah the fire and folly of youth. He made no effort at all to check her, he knew her well enough to know it would be as about as effective as pleading with Sola for her forgiveness. He turned his eyes back to the wyvern.
For the briefest moment it seemed that she was about to turn and leave. A screech echoing over the city had momentarily promised to be their salvation, drawing her ire, but she was not so easily dissuaded. She was not as simple-minded as might have been convenient and the fire blazed.
Forcefields were thrown up, a strange twist of fortune seeing multiple wielders closest to the danger. They did not stop the flames however, only deflected them and Lux was throwing his height back onto his hocks as he reared away, half sinking into his shadow as instinct drove his Blessing. Bordeaux took to the air in a screech of panic and mad flapping of wings and Lux ignored the bird, leaving it to fend for itself.
The fire found little to hold on to. Stone did not burn so easily and whilst some things went up in flame, and the sickly smell of burnt sugar began to permeate the air, Lux found it easy enough to rein in his emotions once more and check the rush of fear that had come from the dragonfire. His withers twitched as if they were shedding water though he could feel the heat that had just been easily through the delicate fin on his back and he stilled himself, slowly lifting his hind fetlocks from his shadow until they stood on solid ground once more. He had never dedicated as much time as he should have to his Blessing, using it rarely, but it was interesting that it had kicked in in a moment of danger. He really should take the time to refine the ability. He hadn't needed it this time, simple distance from the window and Sola, and perhaps a dose of good fortune, being sufficient. Unlike those that had been closer he had not suffered cuts from the glass, nor burns from the fire. Next time however, he may not be so lucky.
The sanctum was emptying, horses filing outside but Lux did not rush to the exit, oddly content to be one of the last to leave. Call it a noble sentiment perhaps, instead of just a general dislike for scared clusters of horses and pandemonium. He paused under the newly installed skylight, careful to avoid the drips of gold and stared upwards to see what was above. The storm, the flashes of gold and... another wyvern... all framed by the former window. What a strange set of times to be experiencing.
"Quite the exhibit, Flamen," he said lowly, dryly to Moira as he finally stepped out primly into the street. "I'm curious to see how you manage to best this." An idle passing comment, which he did not care to see answered, instead continuing past her. She had other things to deal with, as did he he supposed as he stopped to assess the situation, and his next course of action.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 23, 2021 12:14:32 GMT -6
CHECKPOINT
The second wyvern chirps in response to Sereya, and makes a small loop in the air. It seems to consider landing on the Sanctum as well, but things better of it, instead flying in a small circle around the entrance, casting a massive shadow.
About a block away, above where the Goldhead lies, you can see the form of Sola attacking the buildings – pieces of wood falling from her talons are clearly visible, even from this distance.
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Feb 23, 2021 12:40:25 GMT -6
DELTA
Aodh | Labor Slave
The dappled mare turned her head, nodding to the Hybrid who had volunteered to take her back to the Dark District, " Gratitude. And no, the wait bothers me none. I have no intentions of leaving those under my Shield until I see that they are safely on their own property or inside their homes. I'm sure the Chevaliers would understand the situation… And if they don't, then I'm more than capable of taking the punishment." Delta looked back at the ruined roof and charred interior of the Sanctum. Turning to face Moira once more, the dappled mare stood tall, “ I will personally volunteer to aid in the repairs to your Sanctum, your Grace. If you would be kind enough to request that Delta be part of the labor team, I’d see to it that the work is done quickly and safely and that your Sanctum is treated with the respect it is now owed, thanks to Sola.” she told the Flamen, giving the dark mare a respectful nod. So many horses were asking much of the old Flamen, so Delta made this the last thing she would request of her. Then a tiny voice to her left - Suzan. Delta’s expression saddened as she faced the young filly. She could see that she was scared. The filly was trembling on the stone streets and the buckles and bit on her bridle jungled faintly. Delta inhaled deeply, “ I’ll help, sweetheart,” she told the filly softly, taking the headgear in her shimmering aqua teke. The silver mare moved to place the bit, but. Stopped. She withdrew the bridle, looking over the object she now held. It was so small. Much smaller than her own and seemed so delicate that it might break if she shook it hard enough. A pained look crossed her face, “ You know… I could burn this right now, if I wanted to. Destroy it, so I never have to see you wearing it again,” her words were soft, but the tone was angry and hurt, “ You shouldn’t be wearing this. You should be playing with other foals your age, having adventures and dreaming of your future. Not living in fear of a master who dictates your very existence,” Delta felt the tears burn at the edges of her vision, “ This,” she said, shaking the bridle, “ This should be on someone like me. Someone who deserves to wear it. Not an innocent child,” Delta blinked, keeping the tears from falling, “ Monsters deserve to be kept in chains. Slavery should be a punishment, not a lifestyle.” Delta straightened, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She pulled the filly with her teke, engulfing her in a tight hug, “ You are an amazing and strong young lady, Suzan. Take care of yourself, Kiddo. Because someone really cares about you.” She released the child, gently slipping the bridle on over her small head. The buckled were done up softly and perhaps not nearly as tight as the filly’s master would have done. Just enough so it didn’t flop around or slip. Delta gave Suzan a loving smile, momentarily pressing the soft of her nose to the filly’s small forehead and ruffling the spot between her ears when she withdrew. Next, Delta turned to Aerynn, giving him the same smile, “ Master Aerynn,” she began, “ I meant what I said earlier. Call when you have need of me, ask what you will of me. I am in your service,” the silver mare took a step, hammering her left hoof to the stone, the sound of iron striking the brick was loud and briefly bounced off the walls of the surrounding buildings. She bowed her head to the young Emin, her nose nearly touching the ground, “ With or without my freedom.”
WC: 632 Post: 11
Delta is interacting with Asalah, Moira, Suzan and Aerynn, in that order. Delta's words could be heard by others around her. Her Shield is still up. Featuring an Undertale reference … ;p |
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 23, 2021 16:39:04 GMT -6
= M O I R A =
The fire finds a home in me.
WC: 931 | Post 8One ear stayed pointed towards the horses who were speaking to her, the other constantly swivelling, listening for any calls of her name, cries of pain, the sound of Azar crumbling- but both ears pointed immediately to the golden filly when she started to sob.
Her head turned, tight, solemn face softening as she looked down at the girl tugging on the young Cardea’s leg where they both lingered just outside the door. She stepped closer gingerly, her burned shoulder tugging at the motion, and lowered her head towards the unicorn, teke glowing as she wiped the girl’s tear streaked face.
“Don’t cry, little one. As long as we keep our heads, and all work together, everything will turn out all right.” She soothed, smoothing back the girl’s mane from her face. She glanced at Sereya, her head tilted slightly in thought.
“Well, at the very least, this Lucius is unlikely to harm any of us intentionally, then.” She said slowly, unsure of her own feelings about the wyvern circling Azar. She had just watched one’s jaws billow flame into her Sanctum, its blood had burned her shoulder and back.
Speaking of, the young doctor Asalah had stepped closer and begun speaking to her, and Moira barely resisted the impulse to move away when her burns began to itch. She bore it a few moments, enough that she could glance down and see the wound had at least mostly closed over- and then stepped back, dipping her head slightly to Asalah.
“I thank you, but I would rather you save your energy for others. There are others more wounded, and we do not have time to try and heal everyone fully.” She said, gesturing with her head towards some of the other wounded- badly burned tail fins, gashes on shoulders, dripping gold burns. Her heart ached for them all. This had happened on her watch.
Her ear twitched, glancing only briefly towards Eliina when the unicorn continued to speak to her, and promptly looked away again, attention caught by another injured equine.
She stepped forward, murmuring a soft “Wait,” when the teenager Taffy had introduced her to earlier- Dominosteine, she believed- started to walk past her, bleeding sluggishly from a gash in their neck. She touched their shoulder gently with her teke, getting a good look at where the cut was, frowning at the jaggedness of it.
Her teke glowed, tugging on her veil and tearing a strip from the end. She tore off another and wadded it up, placing it against the worst of the gash and using the first strip to tie around Dominosteine’s neck.
“You can help by going home.” Moira said shortly, looking over at Eliina. “You’ve done quite enough.”
She gave Delta one short, tired look- she was in no mood to argue on who the beast had been taking aim at, she didn’t care who. Sola had blasted flame into the Sanctum right after Eliina had finished speaking, and that was damn well enough evidence for her.
The offer of Delta’s help restoring the Sanctum made her nod her head slightly at her, acknowledging the offer, though she didn’t reply yet- her blood curdled at the very idea of labor slaves coming to Azar to repair it.
She glanced down at Suzan when they approached, holding up their little bridle for help, and she stared hard at the foal a moment as their features swam, darkening into a familiar face. She blinked hard, turning away abruptly to focus again on Dominosteine’s wound, her eyes pale.
The speech given to the slave foal made her glance towards Delta, face tight, debating interrupting but she forced herself to focus on quickly and efficiently tying up the wound. If Delta wanted to make a grandiose speech about slavery to a slave child- reminding her of the dappled mare’s vicious grin in the Goldhead as she spat at them all- then that was her prerogative, though she wished she would do it another time. The mare had an uncanny knack of not being able to read rooms.
She tied off the makeshift bandage and stepped back, smiling gently at the teenager and nodding her head for them to follow Taffy. She started to speak, to try and offer them reassurance, when she heard the sudden, frantic clatter of racing cloven hooves, heading towards the Sanctum.
Her head snapped around, eyes wide in mute alarm as a rose crowned figure bolted into view from around the corner, shoving her way through the fleeing equines. She made her way towards Azar, coming to a sudden halt when she neared the front entrance, staring at the Sanctum’s gaping roof in silent horror.
Rosalba Cardea stood a few feet away, her flanks dark with sweat and sides heaving, hair frazzled as she shook her head, eyes raking over the growing crowd. Armor glinted off her chest and neck, a whip coated in thorns clutched in her teke, and Moira barely recognized the disheveled mare frozen in front of her. Her eyes had caught on the flames, her pupils shrinking to slits.
“Adviser?” Moira asked cautiously, fear blooming in her heart- what had the unflappable adviser running scared? Had she come from the Goldhead? “Adviser Rosalba, what-”
The kirin ignored her, stepping around her, whip still half raised like she might find an adversary here- only to drop it with a sudden clatter when her gaze caught on Sereya just beside Moira.
She lunged forward, pink teke glowing and all but yanking the teenager to her chest, dropping her head over the girl’s neck.
INTERACTING: Angelique, Sereya, Delta, Eliina, Dominosteine, Asalah. Mentions Suzan!
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 23, 2021 16:42:25 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
post 7 | wc 488
No one challenged them as they ran, the streets eerily empty- she was almost disappointed she didn’t get much of a chance to use the whip as they raced to Azar. It was only a block or so away, but it felt like it was across the entire city- her legs felt like they raced through tar, like a nightmare. Azar seemed to only grow further and further away as she ran.
In the sky, where she knew the Sanctum to be, smoke was beginning to rise.
Her heart slammed to a halt in her chest at the sight, and she nearly tripped where she ran. For a moment, she nearly turned and raced away- nearly planted her hooves and refused to go any further.
Something cowardly and broken and unhealed rose its head and screamed, begging to not go. Don’t make her look, don’t make her face it, she couldn’t do it again.
She glanced towards Oberyn, her fear naked on her face. Had she been alone, she may have stopped, if only for a moment. She didn’t know if his presence gave her strength from her sheer stubborn refusal to show weakness in front of him, or if his company, somehow, gave her courage.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it, either way.
She ran faster.
A high window on Azar had been shattered- smoke escaped through the hole in the roof, highlighting the scraped away stone and the gauges that looked as long as she was. She swallowed back the sudden taste of copper in her mouth, eyes flickering over the group gathering in front of the Sanctum.
For a moment, she could only stare blankly at the flames- kirins did not burn, she reminded herself, and she thanked Ignacio that this was one fear she did not have.
Distantly, she heard the voice of someone speaking to her, and dimly realized the Flamen was in the doorway, looking at her with open concern, and Rosalba almost bared her teeth in response. She took in Moira’s appearance after a pause, blinking as she realized the mare looked like she had seen better days. Burns and strange molten gold stained the mare’s ashy coat, her veil torn, blood streaked from her forehead over her cheek.
Gods, what had happened here?
Then, beside the mare, she saw familiar purple scales, and was moving before she could think twice.
She crossed the distance between them in a blink, too flooded with relief to do anything but tug her daughter against her, arching her neck to embrace her. There was no room for anything else, only the sudden relief that threatened to bring her to her knees, clutching Sereya to her chest like she hadn’t in a very long time.
For a moment she just held her, her eyes squeezed shut, grounding herself in Sereya’s breathing.
“I told you to stay home.” She growled, but didn’t pull away.
[Rosalba has joined the game!]
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Post by misttheelf on Feb 23, 2021 20:13:07 GMT -6
Caron "Now the Fire and Wind guide me to Freedom."
Post 9 | WC 316 "...So the wyvern belongs to Advisor Aleksei?" Caron mused, mostly to themselves as they listened to Sereya tell Moira - And they took a breath, looking at Amund in their Teke, before glancing at Eliina as she attempted to apologise, as Angelique sobbed - a lot of the younger horse's were crying. It was… unsettling.
Chiya sang, attempting to sooth, from her perch on the black Kirins back, watching as more came out of the building. As Asalah healed Moira, after Moira pulled away… "Asalah, Sunny over there needs the application of your blessing, and Mr. Taffy's son, Dominosteine was injured by glass as well." They pointed out the two horses.
As Suzan asked for help with her bridle, that Delta offered and spoke of how slavery shouldn't be a lifestyle, but a punishment, Caron hung their head a bit, taking a half step back, as Chiya nuzzled their ear.
They glanced up as Lux approached Moira, and commented about how Moira was going to best this exhibit. They couldn't help but a chuckle at that, before a shadow caused them to glance back up to the second wyvern.
And then the sound of frantic hooves, drawing their attention, seeing Rosalba rushing to them.
They could practically feel the worry rolling off the other Kirin, as she looked around the crowd until she found Sereya, pulling the girl to her chest, and dropping a whip to the ground. They sighed, picking up the discarded whip, picking it up and coiling it, before holding it out to her, their light blue teke holding it coiled. "...Were you at the Goldhead, Advisor Rosalba? What's happening? Is… there anything I can do to assist you, them?" They asked, taking a half step towards her, before pausing, waiting for her answer.
Caron needed to know what was going on. Needed to know if there was anything they could do, to help anyone.
OOC: Caron has been right next to Moira so they're... just trying their best to help Interacting directly with Asalah and Rosalba! |
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Post by savorda on Feb 23, 2021 22:33:55 GMT -6
| P Y R E F L A M E N O F I G N I S F I N D R E S U R R E C T I O N I N T H E F L A M E |
Pyre nodded to Moira before giving Eliina one last, unmistakable glare. She cared not for whatever hero complex the envoy needed to work out of her system, but putting those taking shelter in the sanctum deserved far more than a lecture. Her lip curled. So the envoy to brutish sheepherders wanted to play politics. If her grandiose aspirations got her killed, so be it, so long as she didn’t drag and innocent lives down with her. The flamen, perhaps foolishly, thought that would silence Eliina, but the envoy spoke again to Sola. She had but a moment to gasp before flames engulfed the sanctum.
Pyre stumbled back. She could feel the heat near searing her pelt, even through the force fields. Aura screeched behind her. Pyre looked back up. Her eyes watered from the smoke of whatever the fire managed to keep hold of, but she could still clearly see another wyvern in the air. No, not another one. Golden blood, from Sola she hoped, rained down on the sanctum, some landing squarely on Pyre’s face. It washed away makeup and ash alike, and tears did but nothing hiss and sputter and evaporate. She was vaguely aware of Sola finally taking off to wreak havoc elsewhere. Pyre, shocked into action, bolted for the doors.
Pyre never thought the heat of the day would come as a relief. She wiped off as much blood as she could with the silk hanging from her shoulders. Her skin underneath screamed in protest, the agitation only serving to worsen the pain. Aura climbed up Pyre’s neck, perched as best she could on the unicorn’s head and began to lap gently at the blood Pyre missed.
Had she been alone, she would have cried.
Pyre turned to take stock of the chaos. Asalah (Pyre remembered her from their trip out to the refugee camp) offered her healing to the others, of which Pyre was grateful for. Pyre stepped passed a little servile slave asking Delta to help put her bridle back on. Her heart shattered. She nearly stopped to offer her help, before Delta started on some rant about slavery. Pyre’s tail flicked behind her, betraying her agitation. Surely now was not the best time to shove her opinions on a clearly distressed child. They’d all been through enough for one night.
Suddenly, a massive body came sprinting down the street, running straight into Pyre.
400 words | post 5 | mentions: Eliina, Asalah, Suzan, Delta
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Post by savorda on Feb 23, 2021 22:37:23 GMT -6
| O B E R Y N A D V I S E R D O N O T B E S O R R Y B E B E T T E R |
Oberyn felt almost grateful for Sola’s presence. Almost. The chevaliers were far too occupied with simply getting into Goldhead without becoming collateral damage themselves that they entirely ignored him and Rosa. Small blessings, he supposed.
He’d said Azar wasn’t far, only about a block away, but the streets seemed to stretch on forever before them. He could hear Sola’s destruction behind them, and ahead of them, smoke rose from where the sanctum stood. He glanced at Rosa. Her blatant fear floored him. He expected a thousand other emotions from her, anger, determination, nothing, everything besides open fear. She gave him no time to dwell on it, however, and only pushed faster.
As they approached Azar, Oberyn could see what little remained of a shattered window high on the sanctum. Smoke billowed from it and into the sky, only adding to the strange colors that painted it. Fire was of no issue, especially not to Sereya, but the gashes in Azar’s roof refused to let him relax. Completely distracted by the sanctum, he didn’t see Pyre in front of him until it was almost too late. He ran right into the flamen, sending a couple candles flying from their place on her withers and the pygmy dragon perched on her head scrambling for support. Thankfully they both kept their balance, but the little dragon was none too happy with him.
“My apologies, Your Holiness.” he said with the dip of his head. The flamen shook her head, offering him a small, albeit strained smile.
“No, please don’t apologise. We’re both still standing. You only startled me is all.” she chirped. Oberyn glanced around at those injured around him and back up at the sanctum.
“What in the world happened here?” The look Pyre gave him betrayed her exhaustion, the burns on her face only serving to make her look even more haggard.
“Sola happened, of course.” she paused, glancing back into the crowd. Oberyn followed her gaze and found Eliina standing among those gathered outside. “A certain overzealous envoy only antagonized the wyvern despite what intentions she claims to have harbored. And, well, you can see the aftermath for yourself.”
Oberyn couldn’t say the news shocked him. However, a flash of purple scales caught his attention.
“Excuse me, Pyre. I must leave, but please, get your burns seen to.” Pyre waved him away, while the dragon on her head hissed at him.
Oberyn wove his way through the crowd, especially careful not to bump into any burns or gashes that decorated dusty coats. The sniffle of a child nearly stopped him in his tracks. Now was not the time for that, he told himself. There were plenty of other adults around to comfort them. He caught up with Rosa and trailed behind her as she all but ran towards Sereya. Oberyn sighed, the weight that had been crushing him since Goldhead finally lifted. He could only offer Sereya a sympathetic smile. The relief and subsequent anger of a terrified mother was not a force he wanted to tamper with. Only, it seemed not everyone valued their life as much.
Oberyn stepped between the black kirin and Rosa, blocking them off from her entirely. Their face seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t match it to a name.
“I think it’s best if you leave her be.” he said, nearly growling. “You’re more than welcome to speak with me, however. Come, I can answer your questions.”
Oberyn led the kirin just out of earshot of Rosa and Sereya. They needed their moment.
“We were at Goldhead, yes.” Ah, that’s where he’s seen this kirin before. “Several others along with ourselves were meeting there tonight, when chevaliers cornered us. We would have made it out fine, if Sola had not attacked.”
Oberyn looked up at the sanctum again. She may have gotten to Goldhead sooner, had she not stopped here first. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he couldn’t figure out.
“Now I understand your eagerness, but rest a moment here. You’re no good to anyone exhausted and frazzled.”
677 words | post 5 | interacts: Pyre, Caron
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Post by seechem on Feb 25, 2021 4:36:58 GMT -6
A N G É L I Q U E
a sanctum attendant of Oralee
'When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies...'
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The hot tears that rolled unabashedly down her cheeks suddenly ceased. Flamen Moira's dipped head drew the young filly's focus away from her friend as the Flamen wiped away her tears. The soothing gesture made Angélique's sobbing stutter to a halt. Her mane was swept back by the Flamen's gentle attentions. Listening to her advice, and drawing the shattered remnants of her resolve together, Angélique did her best to put on a brave face. "Thank you, Flamen." her voice was still crisp from her crying and wavered a touch, but she felt her strength returning. The rest of the attendees had all but filtered outside the Sanctum, even as a wyvern wheeled overhead. The dark Flamen had turned to speak to Sereya, who had yet to acquiesce to Angélique or her slave's advice to leave. In turning, Angélique saw the damage down to the Flamen's shoulder, wincing at the pain she was sure the other was feeling, and then at herself. Sobbing like a weanling in fear when others around her had been seriously injured! She chided herself mentally, using her own teke to scrub the remaining tears from her cheeks with resolve. Flamen Moira had been kind to her in that moment of weakness, and she would be sure to repay that kindness in anyway she could. She admired the Flamen's resolve to restore some semblance of peace amongst the crowd, but Angélique's coat bristled at the sight of Eliina. That was someone she doubted she'd ever be comfortable sharing a space with again.
Her ears snapped forward at the sound of hooves, and she realised a few others had noticed as well. Advisor Rosalba? She stood frozen for a minute, looking past Sirocco, Harlan and Angélique to Sereya who stood in their midst. Angélique's eyes fixed on the Advisor in horror. She was coated in sweat and breathing heavily. Had she really been at this meeting? Judging by the devastation being caused by Sola in the distance, she had to assume so. The stillness was broken suddenly when Rosalba lunged for Sereya, embracing her daughter and abandoning all else. Angélique jumped back in alarm, and had to stop herself from staring. A hug? She had never known the Head of House Cardea to be sentimental at all, especially towards her daughter. Quietly, she stepped back, allowing her friend to have this moment of peace. She heard the Advisor chide her daughter, and just for that instance, it felt to Angélique as though a touch of normality had been restored. A parent worried over their child. An embrace on the steps of the Sanctum. Just a touch of love and warmth and comfort.
She felt stupid and jealous for wanting to be held in that moment, but settled with standing near to Sirocco and Harlan. Angélique was still anxious to get home, and bit her lip to keep from any further emotional outbursts. Someone approached Sereya and her mother, offering up the Advisor's whip. Angélique's lip curled, couldn't they just have a moment! Didn't they all just need a moment? Her own hurt heart beat furiously in her chest as the sound of the distant wyvern returned to focus. The brief respite over, Angélique whipped her tail back and forth, about to speak, when Advisor Oberyn interceded. She was grateful of it too, she wasn't quite sure what she would have said. In her agitation she wondered whether her aunt would be angry that she had attended this little event. She'd only decided to come along because of Sereya, and now it seemed that Sereya had been instructed to stay home anyway.
Her aunt...Flamen Euonia. "Advisor," her voice was already pitched as panic reasserted itself, "Advisor Oberyn," she hurried to him, her question already bubbling out of her mouth, "was my au-was Flamen Euonia, was she at the meeting? Is she alright? Did she get away?" She had her injured leg, she would not have been able to run like Advisor Rosalba had. Gods, had someone kept her safe or was she-was she still in danger?
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 26, 2021 6:52:30 GMT -6
LUCIUS
Lucius chitters at the group one final time, huffing smoke from his nostrils. Then, he takes off towards the Goldhead as well, above which Sola is breathing flame at what appears to be a pegasus with red wings.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 27, 2021 19:09:22 GMT -6
Suzan Aodh - Servile Slave Suzan was still in a daze, but they still kept well aware of where Aerynn was, ensuring their flanks were touching. They heard someone [Mickaiah] mention something about the world falling apart, another spoke about the gallery and how the Flamen would improve upon it for next time [Lux], though neither quite reached Suzan's cognition. Above the wyvern chirped, while the gold one, Sola, continued to attack...something.
Finally, Delta said she would help put on their bridle. The child opened their mouth to accept the bit, though it didn't immediately get put in. If Suzan were in a better mental state, and perhaps older, they might have appreciated Delta's rant better. They didn't understand freedom. They probably wouldn't even know what to do with it. They were given a hug, which they actually really did appreciate, and the bridle was finally fitted. Teke was halted, though there was no blessing to suppress. Having it on was, in some small way, oddly comforting. Maybe it was familiar. Delta pressed her muzzle to Suzan's head, an action that felt vaguely familiar, but they couldn't put a hoof on. That, too, was oddly comforting.
"Thank you..." They murmured softly.
Galloping.
The sounds of hooves rushing in their direction caught their ears, and Suzan turned to gaze past the other horses to see who was coming [Rosalba and Oberyn]. The rose-studded Kirin leapt to another, albeit smaller, rose-covered kirin [Sereya], gripping the filly tightly.
Others were talking, and Suzan turned to glance to Aerynn. They wondered if he was going to be in trouble as well, and if they could potentially stop him from being reprimanded. Their thoughts halted at the chittering, and they glanced up to the wide-winged Lucius as he banked towards where Sola was doing Sola things. As Suzan watched, she caught sight of a pegasus with red wings who appeared to be...fighting the wyvern? Or being chased by her?
Was that other Wyvern going to help Sola? Suzan realized it was unlikely, the other wyvern could have easily killed all of them.
"Sola's attacking someone!" They found themselves saying suddenly, loudly, "Look! That pegasus with red wings is in trouble!"
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POST COUNT: 11 ♦ WORD COUNT: 360
MENTIONS: Aerynn, Mickaiah, Moira, Lux, Delta,Rosalba, Oberyn, Sereya, Phoenix [The red winged pegasus]
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