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Post by fediarwoods on May 26, 2016 4:51:09 GMT -6
Rogue On The Run
Year 1700, taking place right after Chapter I.
Passoa and her drinking buddies decided to vote yes on smuggle Pegasi Extremists out of the country.
Little did they know the authorities found out and they are now on therun, for their head is wanted
by the Talorian Government. Escaping the streets Passoa finds herself in a workshop where she
presumed she was alone, but the truth turns out to be different.
Passoa & Pan
fediarwoods & Zomsith
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Post by fediarwoods on May 26, 2016 5:20:39 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her coat still wet from the salty sea she made her way through the shadows of the streets. She had just escaped the open beach, her coat still dripping, curling up in all different ways. Her ears turned around. She could hear the clip clop op hooves on the cobble stones beneath her, could hear Guards talking and in the distance she could even hear screaming. Another incident, another thing on their hands. No matter how against all the violence she was, it was her advantage on the Guards right now, and she thanked Cascade herself for that. Wary she looked around. An open door, a window large enough to sneak through. It didn't matter - as long as it looked a little bit safe for now. A place she could hide as long as the sun was still creeping it's way up. She couldn't stay out here, not as the sun was fighting the moon away again. They would find her. They would lock her up. And if it there was one thing she could say she hated was it imprisonment. Being robbed of your freedom.
She twitched as she heard voices closing in on her. Too close. Her breath stuck in her throat and as fast -and silently- as she could she tried to open one of the doors that fell right in the shadows of another building. Closed. Closed! She cursed beneath her breath, turning her ears around to catch any sound that could mean danger. All of them sounded like they did. They were coming closer, she could hear their footsteps - as if they could step right on her long, curly tail. She was starting to panic a little, trying to find ways to outsmart them. To stay ahead of them - even if it were just a few steps. She shot near another door and she could finally breath again when the door gave in and opened up. She moved her body inside; not even giving her eyes the time to be sure the place was no danger, and closed the door behind her. She kept silent, heard how the Guards walked by. Just in time. She snorted softly as their voices distanced away from her and it was that moment she finally took the time to look around; finally took the time to breath again.
A workplace it seemed. She could see large pieces of cloth and lots and lots of wood. All different pieces, and lots of different tools to cultivate the wood with. The place felt huge to the small places she was used to, but luckily enough it seemed to be empty. She assumed it was empty. Who was working this late at night anyway?
Quietly she made her way past the things, away from the door. She left a small track of water behind her - her coat still dripping wet from the ocean. Where her coat already seemed to be drying it curled even worse than it normally would. It made her look like a foreigner, something she on another hand was quite proud of. She refused to be a part of this Talorian chaos.
Her golden gaze wandered over the different tools and the different stacks of wood, her steps quiet and controlled - making as few sounds as possible. She recognized some pieces of wood that laid there. Pieces of a ship, she would say. She had seen some of them from close before, for she was making it a habit to travel on board of a ship. Pirates were handy and they were guys she usually got along with quite easily. Pirates. She smiled as she thought about it - the taste of rum, partially washed away by the salty sea, still on her tongue. The big blurry effect of it already went down the drain. The whole incident, which was now minutes, maybe hours ago, was a pretty damn way to get sober again.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 7:22:56 GMT -6
PAN | Talori Craftsman
He had been working late, again. His eyes stung from him accidentally forgetting to blink. His muzzle hovered but a mere inch from his drawing as his pencil sketched away at his newest blueprint. A dingy light above him swung softly from the breeze coming in through an open window. His shop wasnt the most glamorous, but it was the best he could afford for the time being. Not to mention, he loved the old mare who actually owned it and had allowed him to rent it from her, despite him being a pegasus. They had created an interesting bond that normally consisted of snide remarks from her and soft smiles and laughs from him. The stallion paused at the thought, lifting his head as his thick, wavy forelock fell over his golden eyes. He frowned and blew some of it out of the way, at least enough to see. With a yawn, he glanced out the window, noticing how the sky had started to lighten as the sun started to make its appearance.
Shit.
How late had he stayed up?? He had been meaning to get back home..
Suddenly, a wash of cold air and the scent of the sea hit the stallion and caused a shiver to run down his spine. His brow narrowed as he heard his main door open and close, followed by slow, hesitant hoof steps. Pan ducked down behind his desk, peeking over to see if he could find the intruder. With all the trouble that had risen in his herd as of late, he was now on his toes constantly. Why he hadnt locked the door was something his sleep deprived mind couldnt comprehend. Slowly, he edged around his desk, his hoof steps slow, deliberate, quiet. He hid behind his massive piles of wood or fabrics, or really any of the other cluttering messes that could be found in the small shop- he really needed to clean up the place.
He ducked down behind a pile of wood as a figure passed him, his eyes narrowing through the dark. He noticed they left a trail of water with each step. Was it raining out? His gaze once again turned to the window. Nope. All he could assume now was that this figure was a Rouge. This caused a shiver to run through his body and his brow to knit together with a glare in the other's direction. He didnt like Rouges much. Most were Pirates- thieving, drinking, destructive pirates. He couldnt count how many ships he had built for them, only to have them end at the bottom of the ocean because of a dispute between crews. The painted stallion frowned, looking anywhere around him for something he could use as a weapon. Had he been on the other side of his shop, he could have ducked into his sword room and he would be good to go, but now was not the time to dwell on that.
To the side of him, though, was a large metal hammer. He picked it up quietly, inching out from his hiding place and tracking behind the stranger. His large wings shifted against his side, his eyes tracking their every move. He held the hammer close to his body, his head held high.
He then suddenly cleared his throat, the sound echoing off the wooden walls of the smaller shop. "You're not allowed in here." He said, his voice deep and tone threatening and harsh. He hoped the Rogue would just leave instead of give him trouble. He had worked too long to have the patience for any trouble, but he would defend his shop if it came to it.
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Post by fediarwoods on May 26, 2016 11:01:37 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She thought she had gone unnoticed. That her sudden appearance in the room hadn't caught anyone's eyes or ears. She had expected an empty workplace, but as she continued her steps, making her way through the labyrinth of stored wood and supplies, she could hear soft shuffling of feet behind her and before that notice reached her mind, she could hear someone clear it's throat.
Not doubting her hearing she turned around on her hind hooves, setting a step back as her eyes caught a dark silhouette who towered way above her. His features stood out in the dark - two huge wings at his side, a big bunch of black, wary hair. With her ears pressed against her skull and her golden eyes gazing at him like two sparkling orbs, she stood there for a second, silently, her breathing agitated, adrenaline running through her veins. Her thick bunch of curls fell wildly over her small featured face, only a second to think over how she would react. What she would react.
''I know that, I'm sorry,'' her warm, female voice echoing through the big, dusty workplace; the complete opposite of his dark, threatening voice. She felt so small compared to him, especially with the way he was standing there - the large weapon ready to use when he thought that it was necessary. She lifted her head slightly, shaking her head a little so her curls fell out of her face, and cleared her sight a little more. Damn, he was big. ''I didn't mean to disturb you,'' she said, her voice laced with innocence, just like she tried to cast out with her golden eyes. But those eyes of her spoke of too much intelligence to act like a naive, innocent mare. She was way more than just that.
''I just-,'' her breathing caught in her throat for a moment, one ear carefully turned towards him, while the other kept watch over all the sounds coming from outside. The open window let through enough and she could only hope that this little incident -yet another incident- she'd walked herself right into, would go unnoticed by the Guards. If she could just play him... by just turning the truth around a little. That had to be do-able, she figured. But than again, damn, he was tall, and she was so damn short -oh, how she hated herself for that- and if he wanted he could crush her right beneath one of his hooves. Not that she was scared, not at all, but she had to be realistic. She would not win it from him in battle - no matter how agile she was.
''It's not safe out on the streets, you know, and I was just looking for a place to hide, for a little while,'' she continued after softly clearing her throat. That was not a complete lie. Her gaze traveled to the large wings tucked up against his sides again, and damn -again- they were big, but than it hit her. Maybe he wouldn't even disapprove of what she had done. From all the citizens she could've walked into, this might have been just the right one. ''It's easy to get caught up in trouble lately,'' she said, a slight smile decorated her dark muzzle for a short while, trying to break the ice. Meanwhile her mind was working extra hours, studying his features in the dark, trying to figure out a reaction, trying to figure out this character right in front of her.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 13:43:35 GMT -6
PAN | Talori Craftsman
The stallion's brow furrowed as the smaller figure turned around, her feminine voice causing his ears to shift to the side with uncertainty. He was raised to be a gentleman: dont look a female in the eye, dont get in her personal space, and for gods sake dont threaten her with a hammer. His wings shifted at his side uncomfortably as she continued to speak. He turned his gaze away from her, shuffling back to the tool table beside him to drop the hammer down with a loud clunk! His lips pressed tightly together at the sound of guards rushing by, his ears flicking back at her mention of the current trouble going on about the streets. He couldnt tell if she was being honest or hiding other intentions. She seemed too smart to be just a lost little mare who just happened to end up in a what was supposed to be empty shop. With a small sigh, he turned back to face her. He would give her the benefit of the doubt, mainly because he did not want to draw attention to himself with all the chaos going on.
Her smile caused one of his own to brief his lips, though small and hesitant it was. His golden eyes sought hers, examining her closer. She had curly hair as well, though hers seemed way more intense than his own. Her dark coat was littered with light dapples, small white markings painted on her back legs and splashed across her nose. His attention was drawn briefly to the scar across her withers, but he quickly looked away in order to not have her think he was staring.
Finally, he broke he silence.
"Fine, you can stay till nightfall." He replied, his gaze dropping to the floor like a true pegasus should. While normally he tried to fight the norms that his kind was pressured into, he was, once again, trying to avoid trouble. "Just.. try not to get into anything. It may be messy but its.. an organized mess." He snorted a chuckle at his own words, glancing around at the piles of random supplies and materials here and there. And he did not want any of the piles to accidentally get mixed together.
With a quick glance back in her direction, he noticed she was still dripping wet. Why, he would ask. He wouldnt want to intrude, but he could at least help. Without another word, he made his way to the back room, nudging the door open and shuffling through a few things here and there. It didnt take long, and he was returning with a semi-tattered towel. It wasnt the best, but it was better than nothing. He laid it across her shoulders softly before wandering back to the window to close it. Even though it was nice to hear what was going on outside, the last thing they wanted was for the guards to hear them talking inside. He completed his round but turning off the one dingy light that had been helping him draw. Mild darkness filled the room, though would lighten slowly as the sun continued to rise.
"We'll try to make it seem like no one's home. As long as my landlady doesnt come by, we should be fine." He added, a lopsided smile forming on his lips.
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Post by fediarwoods on May 27, 2016 7:36:52 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her golden eyes watched him as his features seem to shift. The threatening way he towered over her dissapeared as he shuffled his feathers and turned his ears to the side. She softly flicked her curly -still dripping wet- tail to the side as he put his tall body into motion. It could've easily been mistaken for a twitch of nervousness, but it was simply a habit when she observed another being. Something that had worked itself in her way of living, her way of being. Just like her manipulative behavior had done.
As her golden gaze traveled back to his -which, now that she looked at it, were just as golden as hers- she could see it. Benefit of the doubt. Again that flick of her tail as she shortly deflected her eyes away from him, the habit to keep an eye out for your environment. Checking he was the only one she had missed in this room. But than, on another hand, she thought as she looking right back at him, he didn't seem like the kind who enjoyed company. Not at all. Hadn't she seen him before? The big splashes of white traveling his coat, even painting parts of his face, his big curly mass of black hair. She should've remembered him if she'd seen him before. That is, if he ever left the workplace at all. Which she doubted, finding him here at this late hour.
Finally, he broke the silence. His heavy voice liberated from the threat that laced it only seconds ago. He converted his face; lowered his head, as a sign of the Pegasi objection that was so common in all of Aquore. A shiver ran over her spine. It was so classic for the current situation, and she hated it to the very bone. ''You don't have to bow your head for me,'' she murmured, before she could think it over. You and your big mouth.
She snorted softly as her eyes wandered through the room when he spoke of an organized mess, slightly frustrated at her own blabber mouth.. A smile spread over her dark muzzle as he spoke. ''I couldn't even find a path through all the stuff, let alone find the stuff you need,'' she grinned for a second, not quite sure if he was up for the chatter. It were dark times, especially for him. She could imagine he wouldn't want to be outside either - maybe that was why he was still here during the darkest hour of the night - still here when the sun exchanged itself for the two moons.
The soft breeze traveling from the open window stroke her dripping wet coat and made a shiver travel down her spine. She had already forgotten about her dive in the sea, but the draught reminded her of it. Pulled from her thoughts she noticed movement in him once more and he removed itself from her sight, diving off in a small back room. He came back with a towel and before she could blink with her eyes he softly hung it over her shoulders. Reminding her of only a few weeks ago -while it felt so much damn nights longer- it made her cheeks glow underneath her dark coat. A soft "thank you,'' escaped her mouth. A thought of worry crossed her mind - if only he was alright...
His large, feathered hooves moved over the ground beneath them, but even though they were big and could crush skulls with ease, he made almost no sound as he softly clicked the window to a close. She asked herself why he would close the window - or why he dimmed the light, but when his soft, almost whispering voice eliminated the silence once more, she understood.
''I understand,'' she answered on a soft tone, her head nodding softly as in an understanding. Neither of them wanted to be found, or wanted to be noticed.
''My curiosity is winning over - what makes you work so late at night? Or early at morning- 's just how you see it,'' she chuckled, flicking her tail once more.
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