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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 19:52:35 GMT -6
It was late in the afternoon by the time Bones got done with paperwork. It’d built up over the past few weeks, after the Crucible’s collapse, the chaos, Bones’ resulting injuries and consequent time off. He got up from his desk, shaking his ragged mane out, and headed for the door, eager to go on a walk.
Despite the solid ache that ran through his wobbly, bruised knees, Bones strolled down the streets of Valore, slow and patient. Others bustled past him, selling their wares, having places to go. Bones, on the other hand, had nowhere to be, aside from home at the end of the day. And so he wandered the streets alone, a blanket covering his back and rump, so as not to show off his freshly earned scars and burns.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 19:58:22 GMT -6
The chestnut stallion opened his eyes and groaned a little. The afternoon sun shone thru the little window in the door, right onto his face and in his eyes. Sleeping late was something he had begun to do since the attack on the Crucible, though sleep was an understatement. Night-mares had filled the stallion’s head making it hard to sleep anymore than 2 hours at a time. Alarik sat up and looked around his room. His legs and shoulder muscles sore as if to suggest that he had been laying down to much ... or not enough . He slid from his bed the sheets unwrapping them-selves from his frame and almost automatically he picked up his saddle bags, put them on and unlocked his door. Walking out onto the street and of course locking the door behind him again. Before slipping the key into one of the loose bricks into the wall next to the door. "I wonder if the gates are open yet". He questioned himself. Glancing at his cut and scrapped body. Knee's still scabbed over. Surely it was safe to go out again, Right ? Alarik lifted his hooves and slowly began making his way across the gilded bridge.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:01:08 GMT -6
There was nothing Bones needed here in the market. The day was growing increasingly overcast, clouds congregating high above, “where the pegasi fly” he’d been told as a child. As the crowds thinned, as he slowly left the markets to wander the quieter areas of town, he relaxed. The crowds, the bustle, the busy… it all sent Bones’ old head into a frenzy.
He slowed as he went, his knees and back protesting at the work he was telling them to do. Soon enough, one of his favorite little taverns came into sight. A homey respectable place, full of merchants and normal folk, stopping in for a drink or a meal. It was a place Bones had been frequenting nearly all his life, and they knew him by name. He stepped inside, the rush of toasty, food scented air washing over him. With a soft smile and a nod to the barkeep, Bones took up his customary place in front of the large fireplace, requesting a bowl of soup. Ahh, back into a routine.
Though stress was weighing heavily on his mind, with the future of Valore and its citizens seemingly hanging by a thread after the attack on the crucible, Bones found it of great importance to find times of respite and calm, even amongst chaos. This was his.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:04:00 GMT -6
The teen lowered his head and kept his eyes following the ground. Of course lack of sleep put him in the worst of moods. Sure he was a friendly face on the outside, he was one to say he was fine, even though it wasn’t but over the past few weeks, he hadn't been the best of times. His stomach growled. "Food, right that's a thing. Maybe the gates could wait, I doubt they are open anyway."
He headed towards the old tavern at the end of the district, slightly daydreaming. He got to the door and sighed a little. Sounds busy. He gave a push at the old heavy wooden door. It creaked a little as it closed again. Rik stepped over to the counter where a burly bay stallion stood behind “Ill have the special” He said just loud enough so the bartender could just hear. “Take a seat, we’ll bring it to yah” The stocky stallion answered. And so Alarik did, he made his way near the fire. Not exactly the front but close enough to get the warmth off of it. Besides he didn’t want to intrude on the old stallion who was already there. It wasn’t long before a waiter brought out a large bowl of today’s soup and sat it down in-front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:05:36 GMT -6
There was a long moment of silence as the other reddish colored horse came and rested next to him. Soup too. Bones gave a small smirk as he dipped his lips into the hot broth and slurped. His whiskers flickered along the edges of the bowl, eyes flicking up to watch his neighbor a bit. He couldn’t recall a name to match that face.
“You got the soup too hm?” Bones asked finally, grey brows rising in question. He sounded about a million years old, with a hint of an accent of undeterminable origin. “One bowl and they’ll ‘ave ye comin’ back for sure y’know” he said with a bit of a chuckle. “Name’s Bones. Nice tae meetcha. Who migh’ you be?” he asked kindly. If anything, Bones seemed like the very epitome of the “gentle, kind, elderly fellow” trope. He seemed ragged around the edges, perhaps a bit worse for wear, but nonetheless harmless.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:10:37 GMT -6
The chestnut horse raised his head, a voice was aimed at him surprisingly. He twitched his ears as he caught sight of the greyish appy sitting just in-front of him about two feet away, sparking up a conversation. Alarik put on his usual fake smile, although not answering his first comment. “Nice to meet you too... I’m Alarik” He took a breath. "Did I just come out with my name to a random stranger?" Catching himself, He flicked his ears back and lost eye contact. Though the old timer didn't seem untrustworthy, infact looking more wise than anything. Mostly non threatening. His voice seemed worn and weathered. Well most of him did now that he thought about it. The old man had definitely had seen better days. But perhaps that had something to do with the weeks prior events
Then it clicked in Alariks head, he had heard that name somewhere before “Wait, As in The Kings Adviser, Bones?” He said out loud to the elderly horse. Rik took a few sip of his cooling soup. Shocked by the taste of it. Surprisingly good actually he though to himself. It was a sweet carrot and oat taste, perhaps something else in there too. He perked up his ears again to the stallion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:12:31 GMT -6
“Aye, aye. Seein’s ‘ow i’m th’ only ‘orse I know of in Valore with tha’ name, yes. That Bones” He said with chuckle, something soft flickering in those old blue eyes of his. “Alarik eh? Never ‘eard tha’ name b’fore, ess nice ta meetcha” He said with a nod, giving a soft smirk as Alarik tried the soup. Hook and sinker he thought to himself. He flicked his tail and adjusted his position slightly, one ear canting backward a bit as he watched the chestnut horse nearby. He was curious, but he could tell the other was more than slightly nervous, and he could appreciate that.
Bones was all grey and whiskery, and the areas of him that poked out from under his blanket were bony and slim, perhaps a bit too much so. His hooves were scuffed and cracked, mane long and half tangled. He looked about a million years old to be honest.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:19:16 GMT -6
“What brings you in here then.” He paused, biting his tongue before letting it go again “I don’t think it’s just the carrot, Oat and sweet potato soup.” He finally put his hoof on the other ingredient. He eased up a bit, the old man seemed to want nothing more than some chatter, and of course Al was obliged to give it. Or more like Bones talking and Alarik listening adding in a comment and a head bob here and there.
Alariks smile faded a little, his headache had returned. It was like a little metal drum inside his head, thumping to his heart beat. It was more of an irritant than anything else but it had been there since the attack and made him feel sluggish and unmotivated to do anything "Maybe I should just go home and sleep it away again" he thought to himself before taking another sip of the warm soup. "Or check if the gates are open and go hide out in the den. Maybe Bel is there" Again trying to slip away from reality. The barkeep walked across the tavern floor and placed another log on the fire. The flames roared at the disturbance but again settled again to their crackle and popping.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:21:21 GMT -6
“Well actually I've been coming here for decades. Th’ soup is definitely a plus, but I really just come here fer the atmosphere.” He said with a vague shrug.
Those old blue eyes grew concerned all of a sudden at the fading smile and hint of pain in Alariks eyes. Bones was terribly observant and though his vision wasn't quite what it used to be he could still pick out the most subtle expression change. He almost said something but held back, biting his lip.
Bones shifted his position a bit, his bones creaking slightly as he did so, unfolding his long slim front limbs out in front of him.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:25:39 GMT -6
The red coated warm-blood mix tried to shrug it off, surely it was just his mind playing at him per usual. Besides a doctor checked him over to make sure there wasn’t any trauma and of course he got the all clear. “The atmosphere eh ? Yeah it’s is quite a welcoming place” Rik himself had been here a few times before, though it was really only to grab something to eat or drink, most of the time he would have it to go. It was easier that way. But this time he just wanted out his small one room apartment, if you'd even call it that.
It was a simple 6 meter by 6 meter room. The best the young stallion could do for now. After all it was the cheapest thing he could find when he moved from what he called home.
At least is fitted a bed a shelf and a chest at the bottom of the bed and of course some walking space. No windows except the one in the door which was just big enough for Alarik to glance out of every now and then. But it was his books that kept him busy as well as venturing out here and there if he wasn't working.
“So how did you and the king escape the Crucible ?” He sat up a bit and gave a smirk. Creating small talk to not let the air get thin. Though just curious as it would have been hard without a secret passage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:26:42 GMT -6
Bones chuckled and shook his head. Even he had no idea how the hell theyd gotten out of that. Well he did, but only part of it. Most of it he’d been out for, knocked out against the stairs, bloodied and singed from the fires in the Crucible.
“Well it wasn’t just me an’ Ammy. WHole group o’us made et out” he said with a nod. He tried counting how many had been in their small group, but much to his dismay, his head wouldn’t cooperate. He’d been having trouble lately, remembering things, places, people. Nothing major, nothing he didn’t suppose was unusual for one of his age, but it was still frustrating.
“Though I myself only remember part of et.” he tilted his head a bit, tilting one ear so Alarik could see the nasty near black bruise spread over part of his skull. It looked nasty, on such an old fellow, and had he not been so chipper and chatty, it might have been cause for concern.
“Hit me ‘ead on th’ stairs. Been told ah’m allrigh’ but et still ‘urts” he shrugged again, nonchalant. His flicked one worn ear and yawned, flashing his old battered teeth as he did so.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:32:30 GMT -6
Rik pricked up his ears and nodded. “I was the same, except I was thrown into the pit. Hit my head hard on the way down. The swelling only just finally went down the other day.” The stallion scrunched up his face a little seeing Bones’ battle bruises “That is definitely a nasty one”.
Rik picked a bit of bread from the plate and dipped it into his soup. “Ever since the attack on the Crucible, the only thing I have wanted to do is get outta this town for a bit. But of course, security is tight and the gates have been locked” He said with a sigh and bit into the bread. “I still haven’t been able to find one of my friends either but I can bet she’s alright” Alarik stared into space for a bit, Bel worried him as he'd see her every morning, doing the usual, Jumping across the roof tops. But he hadn't been to work for over a week. Raynon had advised him not to. He lowered his head as the heat off the fire caressed his side. The heat tickling his fine red hairs of his coat. He flicked his tail from under his back leg and set it back over them.
More relaxed then when he first came in.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:33:19 GMT -6
A small flicker of Bones’ eyes as he looked up at Alarik for a fleeting moment. His tongue ran across worn teeth and a nostril flared. “Well, i ‘ear its gonna be a while before the gates’re back open. Security is tight, everyones damn near worried themselves to the bone… er maybe tha’s jus’ me” he chuckled dryly. He did look rather stressed out, grey permeating nearly every inch of his mane, snaking into the hair on his face. An old noseband line crept across his nose, an old scar of a time long since past.
He listened keenly to Alarik for a moment, quiet and attentive. “Well, i’ll take a bet that wherever she is out there, shes prolly allrigh” he nodded, forelock flopping across his forehead.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:36:27 GMT -6
The stallion lowered his head a little and gave a small smile. He propped his ears back a bit and glanced up at bones again. He was right. The gates have been locked for weeks. There is very little chance they'ed be open. The Vindicators have the whole of Valore running scared. The biggest city in Hireath. Go figures Bones continued. And again he was right. Bel was a strong mare who could definitely take care of herself. More than Alarik could say for himself. Although things may have gone differently back in the crucible. Alarik might not have been here if certain thing didn't happened.
“You got a significant other ?” Alarik questioned and pried a little further. The old stallion must have someone he cares about, He shuffled a little to get more comfortable.
A few strands of hair fell into Rik eyes, his mane unwashed and untamed. He drank up the last of his soup. His stomach finally satisfied. The heat from the fire slowly making him feel slightly tired. The stallion gave out a bit of a sheepish sigh and sat his head down a little more. His eyes falling closed, struggling to keep them open as he let Bones talk about himself for a bit. Again right.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:37:45 GMT -6
Bones flipped an ear, and his head lifted “Aye, aye actually ah do. E’s from Breim oddleh enough. Good fella though, cant say nuff good bou’ him.” he said with a chuckle. He snorted, shaking his mane out a bit, small dry strands of hair fluttering to the ground. Bones was always extremely open with providing info on himself, he always figured it didn’t hurt for anyone to know about him.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:40:16 GMT -6
“That’s good, It’s nice to hear two members from different herds can get along and love one another. No matter how much the rumors say Breim hates us Aodhian’s aye” Relaxed and warm the stallion let his eyes fall a little. "Here is safe" Alarik assured himself. "Here is safe" His eyes now fully closed.
A drop of warm liquid hit his leg that sat beneath him, prying up his laying body up. The stallion quickly opened his eyes again, in his surprise it was blood. The teen quickly scrambled into one of his saddle bags, scurrying to pulling out a blue fabric handkerchief and quickly dabbing his left nostril with it, hoping the old man didn’t see it or him trying to hide it.
The handkerchief quickly turned a brownish purple but it was clear to see that it wasn’t the first time it had been used. It had old, discoloured, faded bloodstains and the deep blue fabric was now a lighter shade of blue as if it had been washed so many times. Alarik kept his head low but knew it wouldn’t be enough to keep Bones’ old eyes from seeing. He shuffled him self trying to get up.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 20:41:30 GMT -6
“you should probably get that looked at yknow” Bones said matter of factly, taking a sip of his cooling soup. He may have been old but his eyes were sharp as ever. “An’ don't get to tellin me it's fine. That sort a things a warnin about worse to come.” He said almost sharply, as if he had experience. He likely did.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 2, 2016 20:43:55 GMT -6
The teen sat up in his spot. “It’s nothing, It will stop eventually” "I hope" He said under his breath, Now pressing harder on his handkerchief. His head began throbbing again. “I need to go” he said sheepishly, The blue sheet of cloth now surpassed its capacity to hold the blood and pearled droplets had begun to trickle down his muzzle. Rik stood up from his spot. His legs beginning to weaken and shake “Thanks for the chat Bones, it’s been enjoyable”
Alarik begun making his way to the tavern bar to pay for his meal. He pulled out his small bag of Crystal Shards and placing the right amount on the bar. Making his way to the large wooded oak door. The blood now falling past his lips. The metal taste laced his lips and filled his mouth. He knew there was something majorly wrong but he could do nothing about it. This was the worst episode yet and felt as if it was only going to get worse.
He walked out the front exit of the tavern, almost forgetting about the small step. He continued to walk ahead, a little flustered and embarrassed that it had happened in front of another horse. But it wouldn't have been the first time and it wouldn't be the last.
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