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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 13, 2015 7:22:33 GMT -6
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"Fire For A Heart" A Private RP between fediarwoods' Passoa and catac0rny's Jinxx It takes place in and around the Black Market on the Islands of the Death, Year 1699 (late Summer)
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Right in the center of the biggest isle of the Isles of the Death was the most feared part -and probably the most hated part- of Aquore. The black market. A sting in the eye for some, while the food on the shelf for the other. Summer had had it's consequences on the market; business had been slow, but now that fall knocked on the door, business was once again booming. The black market's square was crowded with horses. Vagabonds, Talori's, but even other herd's members made their way through the narrow streets and crowded square. Business was arranged around every corner, the one even more illegal than the other, and it all happened right under the sore eye of the emperor. But everyone knew this was one of the corner stones of the society and no one dared taking that corner stone away. Passoa was one of those lower-end-of-society-horses of Talori that called the Island of the Death her place of business; and even her home. She knew the island from front to end and it was one of the few places she couldn't get lost. Even though she hated this part of her job, it was one of the fundamental parts of it. ''I told you once and I will tell you again, I won't accept this.'' A big, dark coated stallion towered up in front of her. She was maybe half his size and her posture was a small, fragile frame next to his, but she didn't back down. Her ears were pinned straight against her neck, hidden behind her bush of curls. She straightened her neck, her head lifted up high, while she looked him straight in his dark, hazel eyes. He might be bigger and stronger, but he damn well knew in the back of his short mind that there was a reason she was still alive as a Rogue. Not many knew, but they all assumed there lay something beneath the fragile frame of hers that you didn't want to awaken. ''I can't help it that your fucking tradesmen don't supply me the good stuff,'' she bitched back, while she snorted through her widened nostrils. She was pissed. She was the one getting screwed over in this deal, which she knew when she was back up in Aodh getting the supplies she needed to bring back to him. It had almost costed herself her head to get that stuff over here and now this bulk of a beast thought he had reason to argue with her? ''Maybe you forgot, but I'm only your smuggler, not your supplier. If you have something to complain, you do that to him back up in that screwed up city.'' She snapped at him, narrowing her golden eyes focussing on his hazel ones. She tried to read him, but it just seemed like she couldn't. He was immense and erratic. She'd known that right from the start, but the deal was great and the pay was even better; she couldn't let that slip through her fingers. Now she had to pay for that risk. The stallion growled something from between his teeth, which she understood as an end to their conversation. She let her gaze quickly slide through the narrow alley they were standing in, throwing one last look at him, before she turned herself to walk away from him. It was than he took his chance. He came up with his chest and lashed out with his front legs. The hit was hard and, sadly enough, effective. One of his sharp front hooves cut a deep, large gap in her neck. She gasped for air, feeling a sharp pain run through her neck, followed with the blood flowing from the wound, making it's way through her fur, dripping off of her on the ground. It took her a second or two to react, but before he could touch the ground again she lashed out at him, settling her teeth in his neck, near his throat. He pulled himself loose from her grip; loosing some skin in the progress. He growled something at her, before turning and disappearing in the shadows. As he did, she stood there, blood dripping from her mouth, her legs slightly widened and her ears still buried in her neck. Her breathing was hasted, gasping for air every few seconds. The pain numbed her mind and she didn't think of the fact that she looked slightly like a war victim. The rose grey fur of her neck was colored red of the sticky substance that still ran from her wound and so was her whole muzzle; now not colored pink anymore. A slightly dull glance filled her golden eyes as she made her body come into movement, making her way out of the alley. She had to get out of here; but the sharp pain and the dull heartbeat she felt knocking in the wound made her mind go blurry. [Word Count: 825] |
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Post by catac0rny on Nov 14, 2015 13:33:59 GMT -6
Jinxx trotted down the street holding her head high and glaring down at the ugly stares of the horses she passed. This was definitely somewhat hostile territory. She had been traveling for a few days to get here and gather some supplies she had only found here in the Aodh black market. After this, she hoped to head back to her home in the skytop forest. She grinned thinking about her home. When she had found it it was a dilapidated little stone house with a broken roof and it was covered in dirt and rats. Now, it was her perfect little getaway with a couch and a fireplace.
Quickly she wiped the smile off her face. No way would she looked friendly in public. She hated looking that way, like she was open to help someone. Not without payment, anyways. She rounded behind a building to account for her items before she planned on doubling back and going home. As she searched for a secluded place, she found herself wandering down an alley way which seemed pretty clear of stranger. Except for one bloodied figure. The mare was a good 30 feet down the street, and was obviously injured with a sticky mane and bleak, dull eyes. Jinxx watched her attempt to turn off and leave the alley.
She sighed, stashing her stuff beneath a few pieces of wood that had been dumped there. "Hey!" She called to the mare, just before she spotted her attacked. He had a slight smirk on his face and blood on his hoof. He disapeeared into the shadows and Jinxx cursed beneath her breath. Oh how she hated cocky stallions. She trotted up to the mare, blocking her path. "Hey stop moving, ok?" She said to the mare gently guiding her back into the alley where she had left her stuff.
[Word Count: 310]
(dude im sorry if i did any god modding accidently i tried to stick to how you said she was moving/where she was going i hope i did ok c:)
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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 15, 2015 9:25:12 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
An alley wasn't at all a safe place to go badly wounded and it was an even worse place to got your lights knocked out. The blood loss from the wound wasn't bad enough to get her knock out, but it surely had it's consequences. She was a bit slower than she'd been before the hit and she felt tired; sleep was lurking around the corner, trying to pull her to the ground, but she was too stubborn to give in.
Just as she started walking to find her the best and fastest way out of the alley and away from the black market, a tall mare appeared in front of her, blocking her way. She wasn't a familiar face, so she assumed it was one of those Vagabonds. She knew that a few of those had made it an habit to visit the black market. Most of them were stallions making a pit stop for multiple reasons, but there were also mares, al though that number was clearly lower. Usually the ones that did lurk around in the black market's alleys, weren't the kinds you wanted to be friends, or enemies with. In a reflex she pressed her ears against her neck bone, snorting through her widened nostrils. What now? Was this one of those messy street robbers she'd heard of? Was this one of them that had found her in this alley now that she was weak and unable to fight them off?
Picking a fight was no option, that was clear in her mind, and probably in that of the one in front of her too. Oh, how she hated to be a weakling. ''I've so not got time for this,'' she mumbled inside her mouth, while she set a step aside and tried to walk past the mare, but she was a bit too wonky on her feet right now and the mare was a fair bit taller than her. She gave up hearing the mare's words, letting the mare guide her back into the shadows of the alley. ''It's not as if staying is really an option,'' she said a bit defensive, lifting her head up, looking up with her dull, golden eyes to where the mare's eyes were, not really aware of the fact that her pink muzzle was covered in the stallion's blood, and that her own dripped from her sticky mane.
[Word Count: 402] [OOC: no worries, it's all perfect <3]
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Post by catac0rny on Nov 28, 2015 22:40:27 GMT -6
Jinxx ignored the strangers words, keeping a sharp eye if that stallion were to come after them. She could kill him with the right move, but really was not in the mood to engage in an all out brawl, at the moment. To her luck, her bag was still safe under the rubble she had hid it behind. Quickly and swiftly she lowed the mare onto the ground in a gentle manner. She kept on a cold, emotionless expression as she began to bandage the horses wounds. Usually, when she came across a stranger or someone who hadn't done her a favor previously, she would help them, but she could tell this one was a fighter. That and also she had an appreciation for mares who were in this line of work, rogues from the Talori. It certainly was dangerous, but perhaps a friendship such as this one could be of use to Jinxx.
[Word Count: 156][OOC: Hey i included Passoa in the favorites meme as the best friend just because i didnt really have any other candidates i hope its ok]
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 7, 2015 10:45:27 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
As the seconds drew by she felt herself getting more used to the numbness pain that beat in the large gap in her neck. She softly snorted a bit defensive when she felt pressure from the mare to get her down to the ground. She really couldn't place the mare's intensions, but her gut told her that the stranger wasn't here to make her situation worse. If she'd wanted something from her, she already could've easily taken what she wanted, to leave Passoa for what she wanted. But instead, this stranger seemed to have taken the path of helping her. Why was still the big question mark that hung above the situation, but at the moment the mare didn't seem to be answering her questions. Passoa gave in to the pressure and lowered her body to the ground. It was only now that she noticed the strange, sticky substance that lay on the cold ground beneath her. Softly snorting, her ears turned backwards, she looked down to where the substance messed up her coat. Blood? Was that hers? Or did she hit the stallion harder than she'd thought. Again she snorted through her slightly widened nostrils. She felt the mare tending to her wounds; making the best of it she probably could. Passoa's bit numb, defensive expression changed into a frowning one. ''Well, could you than at least tell me your name?'' she said while she tried to ignore the prickles of pain that stretched through her neck's muscles, grinding her teeth together as she did. From the corner of her golden eyes she tried watching the mare as she did what she did, trying to figure out who she was, or what she was. ' 'I haven't seen you here before, if my memory isn't betraying me,'' she tried to joke, but the soft chuckling in her throat send a shiver of pain through her neck. She tried to not think about it, but instead tried to figure out if she knew the mare from something. She hadn't really seen her before, a thing which made her think that she wasn't from the Talori. A Vagabond, maybe? But than again, what was she? It couldn't be something good... [Word Count: 371] [Maybe they eventually work it out to be friends after all  ]
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