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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 5, 2016 15:33:07 GMT -6
 In order to survive, the Serora herd has had to compromise her morals. Aodh holds Hireath’s greatest abundance of food, and they’re willing to trade- if the Serorans round up their vagabond population and ship them to Eithne. This new policy has been in place for three months now, and many vagabonds have come searching for shelter among the ever friendly Sedo population, only to find themselves fettered and enslaved.
A group of Serorans, led by the Sultan's Bondmate Abram, set out to search the valleys of the north for any and every Vagabond they can find. Though the chore is distasteful, antitheiss to all that Serorans believe in, they must do so in order to receive food and resources from Aodh, without which they might starve. Heavy hearts or not, your group heads out, and is accompanied by the Aodhian ambassador to Serora, young Iscah.
But a breaking point may be coming...Event Journal// Located Here
Premise Journal// Located HereHello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 202: Morality and Survival Team Leader: Abram Co-Leader: Iscah Participants: Kilorn, Io, Stefan, Rae, Gianna Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's posts.
- Five posts is the minimum to earn the event AP/CS/FVR rewards. After you've posted five times, you receive 1 AP for every post after!
- Your team is precious. Don't let anyone feel left behind! Try to interact with everyone. <3
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DOnce the team leader has posted, you may begin posting as well! |
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 6, 2016 2:44:29 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
Abram’s eyes swept across his beautiful land, and he found he could not shake the pervasive feeling that this was not where he was supposed to be. It was an uncomfortable notion, that sat heavy and cold in his gut while simultaneously thrumming unease through his nerves, with the end result that Abram found himself constantly pulled between heavy doubt and anxious hyper awareness. If Yeshua were here, he would blame it stolidly on Abram’s recent re-introduction to the War Forged herd, a trip that “would imbalance any sane equine”, to use the disgruntled stallion’s own words. But Yeshua was not here, and Abram knew that his unease stemmed not from the War Forged herd, but from his own. The paint lifted his head, nostrils flaring wide as he breathed in the hot, dry air of mid-day, and he found no pleasure in its familiar, rich scent, nor on the fierce beauty of the northern Sedo landscape. It was not the landscape that was diminished, of course, not truly. It was the essence of it, the herd… himself.
Abram’s brows drew together as his stomach gave an uncomfortable twinge. What we do, we do for the good of the herd, he reminded himself robustly, shaking his mane as if to emphasize the point. His eyes cut to the side, taking in the forms of his traveling companions, and snagging uncomfortably on Iscah. The Aodhian ambassador to his herd. He had had some dealings with her in the past, of course, and liked her well enough (though she was prone to vapid chattering but then, Aodhdian) but the new decree from Aodh had changed the course of the relationship dramatically.
It was one thing to make small talk with someone who had dealings with slaves. It was quite another to suddenly find yourself supplying them.
We do what we must to survive. We do what we must...
Abram realized he was staring at the painted mare, and he cleared his throat.
“Are you sure you would not like to go back to the camp?” He asked Iscah politely. “Even as far north as we currently are, the heat can be very intense.” It was not a lie; though his motives for wishing to be away from this distasteful patrol were varied, he did worry that the unicorn might over-extend herself in the heat of day, something even Seroran-borns had to be wary of. Alya’s land was not for the weak or foolish.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 6, 2016 7:11:06 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 1// The new policy against Vagabonds is one poorly received by the herd, for Sedo has always been a welcoming place to wanderers, a harsh but well-intentioned respite. Unfortunately, failure to abide the new policy could very well spell the death of the herd, for the Aodhians will not give up valuable food unless provided with a continuous supply of slaves. As painful as it is, you must go forth into the northern valleys and round up any Vagabonds you find. Your herd depends on it |
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 6, 2016 21:00:00 GMT -6
She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that most in the group were not fond of her, specifically for the fact that she was Aodhian, and that it was her herd forcing the Serorans to capture the vagabonds they all (foolishly) allowed into their lands with freedom. Frankly, Iscah was fed up with hearing Serorans complain over having to capture the vagabonds that they normally accepted without a worry. She didn’t care if the Serorans had to compromise their precious ‘morals’ in order to get the resources they needed. If they really needed the food as desperately as they said, they should accept it. No ‘ifs, ‘buts’, or complains of any sort.
Iscah looked to Abram, noticing that his gaze had been on her perhaps little longer than she liked. Her ears flicked back at his words. She would love to go back to the camp. But, she simply couldn’t - or rather, wasn’t allowed to. This was what she had been assigned to, and as an emissary, she had to go along to keep appearances. Iscah simply shook her head.
“I have been within Serora long enough to know its heat,” she replied, attempting match the polite tone that Abram used. “I will be fine. You needn’t worry of me, Abram.”
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Post by catac0rny on Aug 7, 2016 14:41:58 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
Rae followed behind her traveling partners, her hooves dragging through the sand. Her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, squinting slightly as the hot sun beat down upon them. The voices of Abram and Iscah talking to each other was muffled by the sound of her own heart beat echoing in her ears. This would be a long journey, and one she did not agree with.
At the thought of catching innocents that would only become slaves she shuddered. The thought of being locked up and used against their own will made her sick to her stomach but so did the thought of her herd suffering because they didn't have this very important partnership with Aodh. Still, she was already exhausted and they hadn't been traveling for long at all. The blood that dripped from her mouth left a stain on her shoulder where she had rubbed it off. Living with her lung disease was difficult but traveling with it was grueling, and she was nearly always panting and coughing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 20:46:41 GMT -6
Stefan - Fledgling
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Unlike so many times before, Stefan found himself dreading every step taken, every hoof that sunk into the sand below made him want to recoil and just run back home.
Home.
This wasn't home. Not anymore.
He knew it was not his place to question the orders of his sultan, he knew very well that he was expected to obey and comply and give in. Under any other circumstance, he would have (perhaps a bit hesitantly, but the end result would be the same- a bowed head and respectful nod). Not this time. This time he walked briskly, his shoulders stiff and eyes full of venom as he observed the other equine traveling with him. He knew this "mission" was for his herd, the very herd that he would die for, and yet, he couldn't hold back the bile that was forming in the back of his throat.
As his eyes swept across his fellow companions, he couldn't help but feel betrayed. How could this happen? How could his herd fall prey to Aodh? How could they admit defeat- to surrender their dignity and go against their core beliefs?
Unfortunately for the young colt, pride has been (and still is), his greatest obstacle. He prided himself, his herd, their values... and though the stakes were high and everything was stacked against them, was it so wrong for him to feel repulsed, to feel blindsided that they just gave up? To capture innocents just to ensure their own health? He would give anything for this herd, but his own personal prejudices and opinions made it impossible for him to consider that there was any other way.
Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps he wasn't- it was just the way he saw the situation, and he was pissed.
The sound of Abram and Iscah's voices snapped him out of his own mind, and he tuned into their conversation, hanging onto every word spoken. Their respective tones were nothing but polite, but the tension between them was not lost of them. Tension seemed to hang over the entire group, threatening to suffocate them at any given second.
If it weren't for the sound of a cough, he would have once more become consumed within his mind. He quickened his pace until he was walking beside Rae. His eyes held nothing but concern at that given moment, and in a hushed tone he murmured, "Are you okay?"
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Aug 9, 2016 13:24:03 GMT -6
Gianna | Emissary
Don't meddle.
The dark roan replayed the thought endlessly in his head. His long, slender visage remained deadpan but his thoughts battled each other. Gianna was always vastly more perceptive compared to other equine, this situation being no different. Despite the occasional breeze that broke the sweltering heat, the tension in the air was so thick one could cut it like a hot knife to butter. Listen. That's all the dark marwari could do. Wait to figure each's opinion on the matter at hand, then perhaps Gianna could speak if need be. He kept pace just behind the leads, Abram and Iscah, yet also just in front of 'bloody mouth' and 'little yellow one'. Gianna never formally met any of these horses, but through careful observation and questioning acquaintances before this mission, he already knew the names of the important ones. Abram, the high Sultan's steadfast bondmate (as they call the leader's mate in Sedo). Then Iscah, the precious Emissary from Aodh, whose mother held a horrid reputation back home in Talori. Getting information on these higher ranking officials had been a rather easy task. A whisper here and there. Unfortunately, it was the commoners of this herd that are harder to learn about beforehand. It's difficult to get details on someone if one doesn't even know they exist.
The suns rays were broken when a light gust passed by, tiny beads of sweat fell from Gianna's form because of the winds. Still though, he kept his usual upright, graceful posture in spite of the dreadful climate. Gianna mindlessly let his body move itself. The burning sands giving way with each delicate step. This roan was busy with more important matters. Eavesdropping on the conversations of the group or more correctly each individual's tone of voice. He looked for the emotion hidden in each syllable. Holding on to this, perhaps precious, information. But the words repeated in the back of his buzzing mind.
Don't meddle.
Hm. This was a reluctant agreement between Serora and Aodh, more accurately not Talori. Truthfully, being the Emissary from Talori, Gianna's opinion mattered little on this political deal. So long as he kept his herd in good relations with Serora then all was fine. The roan was prepared to do whatever the horses of Sedo needed him to, to keep the fragmented peace between this herd and his, for the goddess Cascade and his fellow herdmates but especially for his parents. He'll keep them safe.
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Post by catac0rny on Aug 9, 2016 16:38:21 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
"Are you okay?" Rae heard a voice ask and looked up to see a rather young looking colt who she did not recognize. Then again, seeing as she rarely left her cave, she didn't recognize many of her new traveling partners. She had to admit he was rather cute with his dirty coat and tan coat that matched the seroran landscape. She quickly wiped the gooey blood off her mouth and lifted her neck in an attempt to not look so pathetic.
"Yes, im sorry for coughing. I hope I haven't disturbed you too much." She said with a weak smile. She made a mental note to try and hold it in next time as not to seem as revolting as she believed herself to be. "Im Rae, and you are?" She asked, hoping that introducing herself would be the correct move considering the group would be spending some time together. She had never been very good at socializing, but she reminded herself that even though it was a pain, it would be a necessity to get through this trip.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Aug 10, 2016 21:33:02 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
[/i], to be a better horse, and to help others. So when this rule was put in place, it rubbed him in all the wrong ways. He'd rather starve than put someone to that, being mere property. But what made his stomach churn, was that he would rather die than see his herd starve, just because he didn't mind, didn't mean he could bear the thought of mares and foals starving, not in his home. So even after voicing his opinions, he began to realize, just how much they needed this. There were mares and foals going hungry, and the people that he'd trained so diligently were suffering. Ki's feelings were damaged by this, it was just as much as a physical injury, knowing that to help his own community, he must sell out others to a different community. [li]As the group[/li]went on he was still fuming, his burns ached from the sun, which was a common problem for him, and his emotions were in a huge turmoil. Even though he had been fairly against this whole idea since the beginning, he would follow his orders. He knew Osprey and Abram were doing their best. All of the herd was, so it really got under his skin when he could hear Abram give his concerns and all the ungrateful Aodhian could do was fake politeness, which to him was the same as being plain rude. He would have said something if she'd been truly awful, but he also wasn't looking for them to argue in this heat. Maybe it was his feelings about Aodh at the moment or if her words truly seemed fake, either way he knew it was best to protect silently even if he was upset. Underneath his irritation and angry turmoil, he was worried about their group, a kid, four mares, and the bond mate were a group that needed protecting especially. So he kept tabs on everyone as he walked, and was about to ask if Rae wanted to go back to camp, but She was then occupied by the kid, so he stayed in place. Kilorn's view of mares was a bit sexist, he did thinks they needed protecting, but he knew many of them could fend for themselves, and while he doesn't mind that, he doesn't think they should have to. Mares, Foals, and Elders came first, that was just his raising, to protect them. For often the mares cared for the future of the herd, the foal. In that way the whole group was a risk to him. He'd want to protect the kid first, then Abram, and then the mares, but he could probably find a way to do all if he planned it well. May Alya keep us safe...[/ul]
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 12, 2016 18:47:44 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
“You needn’t worry of me.”
Iscah’s words rang bitterly in Abram’s head, and only years of pracice as an Ambasador kept his face smooth and expression unruffled. Because ,oh, but that was exactly the issue, wasn’t it? Abram was not so much worried for her (for, as she said, she was used to Serora weather) as he was worried of her, elevated as she was from the position of mere Ambassador, to enforcer. She was Aodh’s eyes and ears and Serora was now under Aodh law. Only one, perhaps, and framed in the lens of “agreement” rather than “law”, but he knew it for what it was, and saw the knowledge reflected in the eyes of his herdmates. Kilorn eyed Iscah with open suspicion and disdain, and Rae’s eyes spoke a volume of silent anguish, anguish that twisted at Abram’s own conflicted heart. And little Stefan… Stefan who had lost his own mother to the slave trade, who had grown up believing in his herd’s intrinsic goodness… in his eyes Abram could see confusion.
For the good of the herd...
They did what they must. Yeshua frequently accused Abram of living with his head in the clouds; well, how was this then, for a dose of reality? The stallion swallowed his bile, and nodded pleasantly at Iscah.
“So long as you are sure, lady Ambassador,” he replied courteously. In an effort to distract himself, the stallion looked past Iscah, to the rest of the group. Unfortunately, one of which was yet another Ambassador, another set of eyes and ears to report on the actions of the Serora herd, and Abram felt his gut clench in frustration. But, he reminded himself harshly, it was not either of these Ambassador’s fault that he was in his current situation.
“I imagine this heat is not as startling to you, lady Ambassador Gianna?” he asked pleasantly, a flick of his tail indicating the sun-baked landscape. “I have never been to Aquore, but I hear it too can be quite extreme in its climate?” He knew little about the mysterious herd, and even less about its silent and observant Ambassador. “I hear the beaches are beautiful.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 23:58:52 GMT -6
Stefan - Fledgling
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"You haven't," he reassured the mare quickly, flashing a brief - but amiable - smile her way, flicking his ears as a way to shrug off her worries.
"I'm Stefan," he beamed, his previous thoughts completely wiped away as he introduced himself. If there was one thing he loved most in the world (besides his herd, home, family, etc.), it was meeting new faces. And though Rae was a member of his herd, he found himself unable to put her face to a significant time where he had ever met her. Alas, this was his first time ever truly "meeting" her, and he welcomed the encounter with open hooves.
He allowed his gaze to wander, and found himself more less or curious (now that his anger was subdued) towards the rest of the group. He knew Abram, Iscah and Gianna. The bond mate, obviously, and the respective ambassador and emissary from both Aodh and Talori were all familiar faces and names. (He found himself particularly intrigued with the latters, considering he too aspired to be an ambassador one day, though that dream was currently being put on hold- he had no desire whatsoever to get aquatinted with either foreigners at the moment, no matter how interested he was.)
Finally, his gaze shifted to the only other male in the group, a lone stallion covered in burn scars. He felt an odd sense of remembrance upon looking at him- he'd swore that he'd seen him before, maybe with his brother?
While he stayed close to Rae, he grinned at the stallion, his curiosity spiking.
"Do you know Salvatore?"
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Post by Bootless-Box on Aug 13, 2016 15:27:07 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn's mind continued to wander, mostly about a plan to keep everyone safe. Maybe if he could get the kid and the ambassadors surrounded by the others, they'd be the safest. But the Lady ambassadors seemed like they could hold their own, maybe Abram, Stefan, and the coughing mare? They would need the most protecting most likely. But if it was angry Vagabonds, Iscah would need protecting too, as they'd blame her too. His thoughts tumbled on from there, planning for different scenarios. He was capable of protecting them, no one would be severely injured before he eliminated the threat, but it was his job to plan and protect so it was almost instinct for him to think it out. His thoughts halted as he listened to Abram address Lady Gianna, he hoped her response would be better than Iscah's. He'd heard rumors of the Talorians, travelers told of their dislike of pegasai, which bewildered him, birds were more effective than, well, fish.. He'd once even heard a whispering of them sacrificing, he wasn't sure if it was true, but he was highly curious about it.
- Ki considered asking the ambassador, but wasn't sure if it was appropriate, he'd be interrupting Abram. So he decided he might ask after their conversation. He wouldn't interrupt Abram, it would definitely be rude. "Do you know Salvatore?" pulled him from his thoughts. He didn't think it was towards him, till he looked over at the source of the words, it was the kid. And he was asking Ki. "Yes, we are both Iron Hooves, we work together. You are his brother right?" He was guessing, they looked similar, now that he thought about it. The kid was different that Salvatore, but they both had those curvy ears, and similar face shape. He could see the resemblance, he wondered if there was any similarities between him and his cousin, now that they were grown. Farah didn't talk to him but he imagined they looked somewhat alike, they were family.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 14, 2016 23:33:05 GMT -6
Iscah only gave him a nod in response. The small talk was awkward at best, as tensions ran high among the group. She looked behind herself to the others. Each of their faces she had seen at least once while in Serora. Most notable was the other emissary, Gianna, and the iron hoof, Kilorn. She was curious about the foal that was with the group. Stefan, if memory served correctly. While she was certainly okay with children, she didn’t believe it was appropriate for him to come along on such a task - and she was sure that was something everyone else in the group could agree upon in unity. Admittedly she was a little weirded out by Rae, the one who seemed to be bleeding from her mouth. Was the mare okay? Stefan seemed to address those concerns.
She didn’t like this heat, sweat already gathering on her forehead and chest. She was parched and they hadn’t even been walking for that long! She realized now that it would have been a good idea to bring a bag with her, something to carry a flask or bottle of water in (and maybe a fan to cool herself with).
Once Abram’s attention shifted to Kilorn. She got the feeling that he was one of the (many) Serorans who didn’t enjoy her presence. Despite whatever feelings he may harbor towards her, Iscah felt somewhat intrigued by his appearance. The stallion’s front half was covered in burn scars.
She looked away when she realized that she had been staring perhaps a bit too long.
Iscah then looked to Stefan. “Your brother Salvatore travelled to Valore with me once,” Iscah told him with a soft smile.
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Aug 15, 2016 17:01:16 GMT -6
Gianna continued to listen to the conversing in the group while he casually surveyed the vast, open landscape. It held a certain appeal. An amber, desolate land of grit and strength, it's people being more so the same way. It was obviously a hard place to scrape out a living in. Yet here were the durable horses of Sedo now. It would be such a waste if it all disappeared, the dark roan passively thought.
"I imagine this heat is not as startling to you, lady Ambassador Gianna?"
A familiar voice addressing Gianna made his head turn while perking his focus onto its owner as well. He met the bondmate's chocolate gaze. They were dull and disappointing. Gianna could only try to imagine what the stallion was feeling being the important figure head that he is, doing what he was doing. This first impression of Abram should not be allowed to reside in one's mind. Clearly, he was too torn up about what was happening to his herd. At least that's what Gianna should of thought, Abram's personal confliction meant little to the darker roan. He needs to stop pouting and do what is best for his herd.
"I have never been to Aquore, but I hear it too can be quite extreme in its climate? I hear the beaches are beautiful."
"Hm?" The questions lingered in Gianna's head only for a moment, it was something most Serorans asked about. "Ah yes, quite right Sir Abram." He quickly and politely dipped his head. Then in a, though fake, friendly tone. "The beaches are romantic, sure, but some days it makes the air feel as thick as soup from the humidity." I miss those days, Gianna added in his head. He'd gladly take the most humid day back home than any day in Sedo. "It's still a lovely view."
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Post by catac0rny on Aug 15, 2016 17:20:05 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
At his reply she looked down at the young horse named Stefan and caught his cute little smile. There was nothing she enjoyed more then an adolescent mole, something she had never indulged in as a young filly. She was glad she hadn't bothered him but didn't breathe a sighsigh of relief, it was far too early in their journey to relax. As he announced his name to her she lowered her head in a nod.
"I am rae. It is lovely to make your acquaintance Stefan," she said with a small smile of her own. Blood trickled down her lip but she ked it away, hoping she had not disgruntled anyone with her appearance. She watched as Stefan questioned the stallion she had yet to introduce herself to. She thought she had heard others call him....Kilorn was it? She had yet to know but certainly wouldnt be making the first move. As stefan mentioned someone by the name of Salvatore she couldn't help but wonder who it was. A brother perhaps? Or his father? Perhaps if they knew each other better she would've asked.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2016 18:52:12 GMT -6
Stefan - Fledgling
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Stefan nodded eagerly, his little golden chest puffing up in pride at the confirmation that he was in fact Salvatore's brother. He was about to continue the conversation with another question when a new voice quipped in- feminine, polite, perhaps even genuine? Needless to say, the colt was surprised to find Iscah smiling at him. He hadn't imagined that the Aodhian would ever voluntarily join in their conversation, at least not with tensions so high. Maybe she was better at her job than he thought.
Her words made him think, though. It had only been three months. Three months was all it had taken for his herd to - quite frankly - be thrown into complete and utter chaos. Three months ago he had begged to contribute in some way, to help in any way he possibly could, and he was denied. ("You're too young, Stefan." "You wouldn't understand." "Let the adults handle this.") Three months later, here he was, being treated as though he was just as old and experienced as they were.
He realized far too late that he was staring at Iscah while he was lost in thought, and his ears flattened against his head. Fucking Aodhians ruined everything, all the time. Why'd she feel the need to butt in?
"I'm sure he was good company." He curtly smiled back at her, though his eyes were like embers, egging her on to make a remark about his rudeness. After a few seconds he turned his attention back to Kilorn, a genuine smile gracing his features- a blatant jab purposely directed at the Aodhian as he returned to being friendly with his herdmate.
"Do you like it- being an Iron Hoof? I know Sal does, but does everyone?"
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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 18, 2016 13:39:06 GMT -6
Checkpoint 2// You’ve found what wanderers you could, and led the poor souls to the loading wagons. As the Vagabonds are loaded one by one into the wheeled cages, a cry rings out. One of the wanderers is heavily pregnant- and it seems the stress of the situation has forced her into labor. |
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Post by Bootless-Box on Aug 18, 2016 22:18:32 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- There were so many questions and conversations, especially for such a tense group. As he caught Iscah's eyes lingering on him he narrowed his owns, he was suspicious of her, and her motives. Was she sizing him up to attack? Was she planning something? Either way, he did not know her and did not trust her so he watched her tell the kid- Stefan, about her journey with his brother. He was surprised at the fire that lit in the little soul. Maybe Ki should try to ease some of the heat in everyone's hearts right now. He could see himself in the colt, which concerned him, because he acted on that burning rage (literal burning |'D) when he was young, not much older than Stefan even. It cost him what was left of his family, and he had thrown himself into a new cause, to try and make it right. He knew he never could really right that wrong, but he could stop Stefan from doing something similar, but now didn't seem the time. The fire in the colt's heart was not consuming, but if it got there, he hoped he could stop him, for his herd's future and for the sake of Stefan. He tried to be more pleasant after that thought, but wasn't sure how, as tensions did run high. Stefan turned to him again, genuinely curious, and easing some of kilorn's worry for the teen. "Do you like it- being an Iron Hoof? I know Sal does, but does everyone?" And Ki actually had to think of an answer, he was honored to be a Iron Hoof, but did everyone feel that way? He hoped to Alya they did, they had to be attentive and loyal to the job to be efficient. "I am very honored to be one, it gave me a good purpose. Honestly, kid, I don't know how everyone one of us feels, but I know tasks as demeaning as this one make me less content. But I'd never leave my duties, they keep us alive, these tasks, even when they are hard to do, Osprey and Abram have a reason." He explained his opinion carefully, hoping to ease things a wee bit but couldn't help pointing out how simply wrong this was, as he wondered if Iscah even thought of these poor souls. He knew Abram was having a conversation so he didn't speak loudly, as to not disturb him. It was probably the most he'd said in a week or two. As he looked up to survey their surroundings from his conversation, he noticed them. Two loners, most likely vagabonds. He gritted his teeth and his face tensed up, but he kept going towards them with their makeshift group.
- Kilorn's soul screamed in resistance every time he had to force a wanderer to come with them. There weren't too many, thank Alya. He was on full alert now, knowing with how betrayed the wanderers must feel as they were captured. It probably burned any bridges Serora might have had with the wanderers of Hireath, this whole thing. He wished so much that their deal with Briem was enough. They had been cautious, but at least he wasn't capturing others for them. His frustration was reaching it's limits as they came across a desperate mare, heavily pregnant. "I don't think I can do this" he muttered to himself, it was one thing to send a life knowingly into slavery, but a child? How could he let a foal go into this horrible life of oppression, it had no choice, no knowledge. His whole being was now ready to explode, he was tense, like a spring curled tight, too tight. He went to Abram, moving away from the back, which is where he resided after gathering the outsiders. "Abram, sir, I don't think we should keep going, please, let's go back." He asked, and the moral of the group seemed to say the same, no one seemed to be able to go on. The vagabonds were exhausted, they were distraught and exhausted, and Ki was furious but had become solemn, knowing he could do nothing. As they returned to the camp with the loading wagons he kept an eye on everyone rather dejectedly. He kept an eye on the pregnant one, Ki wanted nothing more than his herd to thrive once again, but kept trying to think of ways to fix this. He couldn't sentence a child to slavery, it was against every fiber in his being, even if the foal was unborn. He could tell it wouldn't be long before she gave birth, and he couldn't do that. Soon they approached and the group became more stressed, some on the verge of panic, and yet he still had to send them. One by one they were crammed into wagons, until the pregnant mare cried out. He rushed over, she was in labor...
- She was in labor. This was a good thing, most likely. She could stay long enough to have her baby, maybe they wouldn't be born and forced to slave for others. Ki asked for Rae, she seemed like a calming horse. "Rae, can you help calm her? We'll get her down. I'll get her a tent for privacy. She can't have a foal on a wagon." He asked in a hurry, he was in work mode, hope to it, do what needs to be done. If Iscah had a problem with it, well she'd have to wait till this was over, as he'd not hear it. If Abram had a problem, he might actually question his leader.. He didn't want to admit that to himself, but there was a line, and this would prove to him whether his herd was willing to cross it. If they were, he wasn't sure how much he'd be able to handle after this, this was not Alya's way. Therefore if they crossed that line, it wouldn't be his way either. Ki pushed his thoughts away, there were more pressing issues he decided, waiting and listening for the quiet mare's response. He'd ask Stefan to help him ready things in a moment, as the tent he hoped would give her privacy would need to be prepped.
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(A/N I had no intention of god-modding or anything, so if it seems like that, honestly, Abram could have told him no and they kept going or if anything else seems like it i'm sorry, I tried to go through everything and still leave it somewhat open-ended. If it does seem like it, please tell me and I'll fix it <33 I worry about that kind of stuff when I post about a time skip.^^')
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Post by Jennycallie on Aug 20, 2016 0:21:45 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
The day was beautiful, the company perhaps a touch less so, but still, what Seroran-born could fail to find pleasure in the company of his own herdmates? As Abram listened to the amiable chatter of his group and the hours wore on, he began to hope. Perhaps this would be nothing more than a walk, perhaps they would find no unwary vagabonds to send off to slavery. Of course, without them, my herd may starve… Abram suppressed the inner voice with difficulty. The wind would blow as it chose.
And blow it did, for they had eventually stumbled upon a weary group of wanderers. How could they not, with the two watching eyes of ambassadors? It had not been difficult to round up the sorry wretches; indeed, the hungry, weary vagabonds could hardly have fought the Seroans even if they wanted to, and they knew it, giving in with hardly a fight. Abram wasn’t sure how he felt about that; if they had just run, and gotten away…
Distracting himself as the poor wretches were herded back to the wagons and loaded one by one, Abram looked to young Stefan, who would be guaranteed with another month of food. He looked to Rae, kindhearted and sickly,, to fierce Kilorn who defended his beloved herd. He thought too of his father and mother, his twin Yeshua and baby brother Pagan… and Osprey, his love. His bondmate. His Sultan. Abram could almost convince himself that he was doing the right thing, when he thought of them. Their faces certainly gave him enough strength to answer Kilorn’s query in an even voice.
“Yes. It is time to head back. This is,” he hesitated, though over what was unclear, “enough.”
Then, the mare had cried out. Then, time had slowed to a crawl. Then… Then, Abram realized he had an unplumbed depth in his soul for a measure of self-loathing that rose up and threatened to choke him. He closed his eyes, just for a moment.
Opened them, to meet the pained, bleakly terrified eyes of the pregnant mare, hobbled with Seroran bonds.
“It’s going to be okay,” he wanted to say to her. But how could he, her glorified slaver? The words died on his tongue, and he instead turned to watch Kilorn leap into action. He nodded in agreement to the stallion’s words.
“Rae, in my pack I have herbs that will help dull the pain without dulling her senses or ability to push. Kilorn, the poles and canvas are strapped to the bottom of the wagon. Stefan, you can help him. Ambassadors,” and he turned to look at the two mares, “have either of you any knowledge in foal birthing? I have assissited, but I am no expert and,” he glanced over at the laboring mare, “I think she will appreciate the presence of female.”
Slowly, he approached the mare, who pinned her ears in defiance and anxiety. He found that it was hard to meet her eyes, and he instead looked to her bound legs, and with a deft flick of telekinesis, he removed her bonds.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 20, 2016 0:38:57 GMT -6
The deed had been done.
The vagabonds had been rounded up and were now being lead back to the cages which would forever seal away their freedom. They give little resistance to capture, too tired and hungry for much of a fight. Iscah was glad for that, it was already enough work just walking out in the heat.
There was one minor problem, however. One of the captured vagabonds just happened to be heavy with foal. She looked close to delivery, though of course how close was unknown. Iscah felt a small sense of worry for her. Naturally the mare was stressed from being rounded up, and as the group had made their way back, the mare began to slip into a terrible state. “Keep an eye on the pregnant mare,” Iscah said to the group, “she does not look well, and the last thing we need is an ill captive.” During the walk back, Iscah remained otherwise quiet. A surprising thing for a chatter box like her. But she was not interested in small talk. She just wanted to get back to Osulas, away from the burning heat of the sun.
Upon reaching the wheeled cages, Iscah initially opted to stand back and allow the others to load the vagabonds in. That was, until the pregnant mare cried out in pain.
Oh, it was happening.
“I can help, I have assisted in deliveries before.” With the amount of pregnancies her mother had gone through, Iscah had collected a great deal of knowledge on the subject. She had helped and comforted her mother through each pregnancy, even assisting during a few deliveries. Although no expert on the subject, she reckoned that she had the most experience out of the rest of the group.
She watched Abram release the mare from her shackles.
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Post by catac0rny on Aug 20, 2016 8:54:50 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Vagabond
Rae followed behind the group slowly, coughing every once in awhile but kept quiet otherwise, because she knew if she opened her mouth only protest would be heard. Protest of this savage, cruel behavior. But like everyone else, she knew it was for the best of the herd, and how desperately she wished they could survive without this vial partnership. It was too late though, as they had rounded up a group of exhausted and weary travelers, one of which was heavily pregnant and looked as if she could foal any time.
She watched as they were loaded into the cages, but couldn't meet any of there eyes and instead stared at the shacked around their ankles. She felt sick to her stomach. This was until the pregnant mare cried out. She immediately lifted her head and looked for someone to direct her, and Kilorn and Abram wasted no time doing so. As Kilorn and Stefan set up the tent she went Abrams pack as quickly as she could, lifting out the correct herbs. She had collected these kind before during her service as a Gatherer.
Finally she reached the mare who had been unshackled and given the tent for privacy. She hoped that she wouldn't stress the mare any further with her sickly appearance. "Its going to be alright, take these herbs." She told the mare, then quickly explained what they were for. "They will help with the pain." She thought of how she could calm the mare. She felt her own body tense up and knew a coughing fit was coming but she swallowed it down with a burning pain in her throat. "Everything is going to be fine," she told the mare in a gentle yet less then convincing voice. "My name is Rae," She told the mare, smiling slightly although it was very difficult in a time like this. She hoped by telling the mare her name it would perhaps ease the mare somewhat, adding a sense of familiarity rather then being a stranger who had captured her for slavery.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 20:17:20 GMT -6
Stefan - Fledgling
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The mere sight of the wandering group was enough to put Stefan over the edge- heart pounding, mind racing, body tensing. He was well aware that this was their mission, to capture and subdue vagabonds, but he never imagined (or hoped, for that matter) that they would actually encounter any.
And yet, here they were, loading strangers into a wagon, prepared to wheel them off into a fate that could only possibly be described as torture.
The pregnant mare didn't go unnoticed by anyone, and Stefan made sure his eyes stayed glued to her form. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and the young colt could feel the bile rising in his throat at the site of her being treated like a wild creature.
He didn't know what to call the next moment- luck, fate, coincidence? Regardless of what it was, the mare's scream shattered all previous thoughts that were going through his mind, and instead was replaced with the endless monologue of-
"Oh shit." He breathed, watching as everyone else (including himself) froze on the spot, all staring at the mare who was quite clearly going into labor. And then, everything was happening too fast. His group was moving too fast for him, their words going through one ear and out the other. Everything was in slow motion, and in that moment his stupid fucking brain decided that it didn't want to cooperate. The only thing that snapped him out of it was another one of the mare's pained shrieks, and he scattered to do as he was told. Grabbing the supplies from under the wagon, his eyes met those of the other vagabonds, and his gaze conveyed all the pity and sadness and pleading he could muster up. They seemed to understand, and in unison undid their shackled and began to help him pitch the tent.
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Notes - Sorry about the delay! Also- I'm unsure if you want the other vagabonds to be "free"/helping, so please just let me know if you want that taken out or edited! <3
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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Sept 2, 2016 0:49:03 GMT -6
Exchanging pleasantries made no difference. Despite Gianna's attempts at being cordial with the bondmate, and others, the heavy cloud of despair continued to hang over the group as they continued their mission. The heavy tension grew throughout the day with each new addition to the company. It's not that the marwari didn't understand the Serorans' lack of motivation for the mission but what would these equine rather? Doing what must be done or letting their herdmates, their families, starve? A shiver ran up Gianna's spine with that last thought. How could they even consider letting their kin parish for the sake of a stranger. He again became lost in thought. Letting instincts complete tasks for him.
Gianna snapped back into attention as a mare somewhere in the crowd shrieked. The noise left a sting in the air. Guilt combed over the faint of heart, as it was the heavily pregnant one having been the origin of the sound. When the others jerked at the pained screams their bodies moved enough for Gianna to see her. A chocolate palomino, whose once brilliant violet eyes now squinting with pain. Her pitiful form made Gianna's stomach drop. He saved face as much as he could, but mares were his weakness. Everyone stood there for a long moment. But briskly, he pushed past the others before Abram could even finish asking for aid.
Strangely enough this was a subject he had little knowledge of. Birthing that is. It didn't stop him from trying though. And for the first time he raised his voice, "hurry, she's in need of privacy." He boomed in his deadpan feminine tone yet Kilorn was already leading the party. Gianna would help in other ways as comfort would help the palomino little. Instead the dark horse oversaw the construction of the birthing tent; directing the vagabonds or building what they couldn't figure out. He continuously paced even after the tent was erect.
Rae and Iscah helped the mare as the tent was pitched around them. Gianna rushed in as well. "I am at your disposal, Lady Iscah. Guide us through this and it shall be done." The trio would be in there from when the sun was high in the sky till after it's setting. There was little progress in the birthing process. Blood, lots of blood, painted the interior of the temporary delivery room. Exhaustion made the chocolate mare's once delicate features appear aged and her eyes were steadily losing their light. She was fading, fast. Gianna already knew what was to come. She wasn't going to make it.
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Post by Jennycallie on Sept 13, 2016 4:14:33 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
Well, at least the Aodhian was good for something, Abram thought to himself in an uncharacteristic tone of asperity. But it was a bad day and rapidly getting worse; he did not dwell on the trivial issues of mental tonalities.
“Thank you,” the painted stallion murmured instead to Rae, as the mare helpfully supplied the laboring vagabond with herbs.
“S… scum,” the vagabond gasped out at them, her eyes glazed with pain, pain and fear and rage. “Stay… stay away-”
“Iscah, she’s bleeding a lot-” Abram said sharply, alarm raising the tone of his voice so that the laboring vagabond flinched, and began to thrash feebly. “Gianna, Iscah-” Abram said desperately, anxiety grinding away the edges of his formality and leaving only necessity behind.
But it was too late. With a last wordless cry, the laboring mare’s eyes saw no more.
“Ash on the wind,” Abram swore. “Burning, bloody, worthless ash-” the stallion whirled away, sides heaving as he fought to control his rage and yawning, spiraling grief. For a moment, silence reigned in the makeshift tent. Then came a soft, pitiful snuffling sound. Abram turned, and stared.
The mare had died, but in her last throes, she had delivered her child, and a wet, bloody colt lay sprawled on the sand, staring blindly around as it stirred feebly.
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Post by catac0rny on Sept 13, 2016 14:55:33 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
Everything stood at a stand still. She watched the life fade from the struggling mares eyes as she leaned over her. Rae's mouth fell open in complete shock, having never seen anything like this before. She wished she had done more, had said this was barbaric behavior but she knew her word wouldn't have changed a thing. She looked up at Abram, tears now falling down her cheeks silently as he swore to himself. He stopped suddenly and looked over at something at the other end of the mare. Rae lifted her head, gently laying the mares head back on the ground. A colt. The foal had lived. Everyone seemed to be standing still, so silent except for the foals small snuffling noises. She took not one more second before dashing to its side, worry filling her eyes as it laid there, waiting for its mothers touch.
"Someone get a damn blanket!" She ordered, blood falling from her lips as she shouted the order in a voice that wasn't even familiar to herself. She fell to her knees, lifting the feeble creature so he was on her knees, absorbing her warmth. He was wet and bloody but she didn't mind considering she was bloody as well. Its eyes opened after a moment, and it looked up at her with deep chocolate brown eyes that reminded her of Ace. It reminded her of how much she missed him as well, having not seen him in several months and having no idea where he was, or if he was even alive. The tears that were already on her face began to fall faster as she smiled down at the child. After everything that had gone wrong, she knew that this foal was a blessing.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 13, 2016 16:30:49 GMT -6
The mare was gone as quickly as it all had started.
There was...a flood of emotions within Iscah. First she felt anger, anger at herself and anger at the others. This had all happened too fast and they had all been useless in helping the mare. Then came the smallest feeling of guilt. Oh yes, the evil Aodhians had condemned the mare to die like this, but then she reminded herself that this was simply life a fact of life. Plenty of mares died in childbirth, and she was sure Serora even the happy-go-lucky hippies of Serora could understand that.
Iscah could only stare down at the mare’s body with a look of pity. An unfortunate loss for Aodh.
The weak cries of a youngling caught her attention. For a moment she thought it be to Stefan, but it was Rae’s words which drew her attention to the bloody, ugly mess of a child. Iscah almost felt sick looking at the mess.
Iscah promptly moved to grab a blanket and brought it over to Rae. “It has been an unfortunate loss, but this little one will have a nursemaid to care for them once they arrive in Valore,” Iscah spoke softly as she looked at Rae, who was a sobbing mess. “Never too young to be a slave, either.” The last bit was quieter.
Iscah shifted her gaze among those who stood within the tent. She was unsure of how to comfort them, or if they even wanted her comfort.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Sept 13, 2016 17:39:42 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn helped pitch the tent as fast as he could. The mare's screams fueled him. He was being as logical as possible, the day was really wearing on his ability to puh away his emotions, but for now they were bottled away. He heard Iscah say she could help and wanted to tell her to stay the hell away, as his heart told him that she shouldn't be around them, as though she'd snatch the foal's only chance of having a future away. His brain told him she was offering help that was needed and that she hadn't done anything to them personally, besides ruin moral. Once the tent was up he stayed far enough away to keep watch but close enough to hear what was going on. He knew that soon the sun would go down completely and that coyotes and other predators would be close.
- As he paced till he began to ache all over and made a path in the ground, he watched the vagabonds, not with suspicion or caution, like he did with Iscah, but with sorrow. He wanted to tell them to run, to go, but knew his, and his herd's, hooves were tied. They could do nothing but honor their deal. As he waited, and paced, he stayed focused. "It's your duty, protecting." He repeated to himself, as he so badly wanted to be in there, making sure everything was okay, his protectiveness bordered on possessive sometimes and he knew that, so to try not to be, he paced. In the midst of one of his pacings, he wheeled around and went over to Stefan and the group of worn out vagabonds. As he approached he pushed away his inner feelings of insecurity, a big part of him didn't want them to hate him, it almost made him falter. "I know you don't like us, I don't blame you. We are all exhausted, i'm sure you more than us, so please if you can try and get some sleep. I promise that, while i can, I will protect you." He told them gently and gave a tight, and weak smile as he turned to Stefan. "You too, at least while we wait, you should." he said as nice as he was capable of being. He then went back to pacing, lost in thought and trying to bury his emotions, which seemed to be welling up like a volcano.
- Kilorn's rugged pacing had slowed as his body began to hurt and just as he came to a stop the tent fell silent, which was hugely alarming and he moved like a shadow, quickly and quietly as he poked his head into the tent. There was blood everywhere, it was the first thing he noticed. Then Abram swearing, and Rae's tears, then Iscah who seemed wildly calm. He took it in for a minute, and saw the foal, bloody and dirty. His eyes were so soft and brown, and his coat, though stained red, clearly showed part of what it really was. Silvery, almost white, and it seemed darker towards his legs. The silver tint reminded him of the wind, and he began to think of Alya. Just then Rae's words snapped him out of it, He saw Iscah move first, so he looked around. He realized the mare was dead, her pretty purple eyes, blank and lifeless. He sighed and with a movement of telekinesis he shut her eyes for good. He knew he should let himself feel it, but also knew that it would do no good. He'd be overwhelmed but like the others. Poor Rae couldn't speak through her tears. Ki knew he couldn't do that. He thought, this mare couldn't have died for nothing. So he wondered, this foal was born on seroran soil, so he was a seroran. He'd have to ask Abram but he could see that now was not the time, as the bond mate was too emotional. His thoughts were cut in two by Iscah's words. Immediately a rush of rage and protectiveness consumed him, his ears pinned and his teeth bared. He stepped into the tent and spat, "but you can be too rich to care, apparently!" Her words were insults to their very way of life, and made him find her an enemy, as only true foes can be that heartless. How could she!? Condemning a life so fresh, with another life gone? He knew mares died in childbirth but this mare traveled continents to try a make a future for her child, how could she just throw that around like it was nothing!? He did not consider her words might have supposed to have been a comfort, and he did not care, she was heartless, just like her god. He took a step towards her, his eyes were like green flames and in that moment he wanted to hurt her, to kill her maybe, and a part of him thought that if she was gone no one but they would know of the foal. but he only threw his words to her... for now.
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(grullo was the coat i was describing
i had to rewrite this whole thing omg
tbh it was probably way better the first time)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2016 17:50:24 GMT -6
Stefan - Fledgling
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As soon as the ordeal began, it was over. The previous chaos came to a terrifying halt, all surrounding equine stunned into shock and sadness. Stefan felt the sob rise in his throat at the painstaking realization that the mare had died, but then- then it too stopped. His brown eyes met those of the colt, and a slight gasp escaped his lips. He didn't move from his spot, instead choosing to watch as Rae and Iscah approached the foal. For a brief moment, time seemed to stop entirely for the golden boy. He watched as the newborn shakily stood, his frail body slicked in blood. Through that, however, Stefan could see the silver beneath it, and a tiny nub where a horn would be was growing in the center of his forehead.
That could have been you. A voice whispered in his ears, and he felt the tears began to pool in his eyes. Oh, how easily that could have been him. How easily he related to the child. Already alone, its mother snatched from it far too soon.
Just like me. Stefan mused sadly, his gaze never leaving the baby. For those brief few seconds, time was indeed halted. And then - like everything else that happened on this trip - it hit him full force.
"It has been an unfortunate loss, but this little one will have a nursemaid to care for them once they arrive in Valore."
Stefan's head immediately whipped towards Iscah's direction, and though he wasn't completely sure, he swore to Alya that the unicorn whispered something along the lines of 'slave'. "You're not serious?" Stefan blurted out, and though he wanted it to sound like a statement, it was without a doubt a question mixed with disbelief and anger. "He's a child! A baby!" At that he moved forward, defensively placing himself by the foal's side, his eyes burning like embers as he glared at the mare.
Do no harm but take no shit. Simeon's words rang through Stefan's mind like a battle cry, and in that moment he decided that no one was going to hurt the life that stood beside him. Fueled by his own anger, along with Kilorn's rage, he stood tall, staring down the Aodhian.
"You're out of your fucking mind if you think you're taking him to Valore. He's coming back with us."
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Post by catac0rny on Sept 13, 2016 18:24:12 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
Rae looked up at Iscah, meeting her pink eyes with her own icy blue ones. The already stunned mare was further surprised at the mares words, opening her mouth only to have nothing come out. "Never too young to be a slave, either." Iscah added quietly. That was the last straw. Rae gently moved herself infront of the colt and stood up, guarding him with her body. Her usually soft, sensitive features turned cold and angry as she looked down at Iscah. How evil could one be? Stefan stunned her with his words ,but she made no move to scold him because she knew that she would say the same in the young ones situation. Still, she made a mental note to confront him about his language at a later date. She silently begged Alya to forgive what she had done, going along with this maleficent plan. "Your are crazy if you think your taking him." She said in a quiet, yet firm voice. How dare they think they could take this young life, and cursed herself for going along with the sick plan. "He is coming with us, and i recommend you dont try to stop us." She said, meeting her shoulder to Stefans's so they were one solid force, the young cold behind them, attempting to stand.
Although she had virtually no power, she would defend the child with her life, or so she promised herself. She ignored the blood that dripped down her chin, glaring down at Iscah with a furious look behind her usually fearful and cautious eyes. She glanced over at Kilorn who had also joined in on defending the colt, a look on his eye that would intimidate most any horse. She nodded to his words, looking back at Iscah with the same steely glare that was strange to see on usually sweet face.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 13, 2016 20:52:13 GMT -6
The reactions of the group members was something that Iscah probably should have expected. But hadn’t, and she stood their silently with boiling anger as the others screamed their own angry words at her. Even the child was screaming at her. Iscah could hardly fathom their words. Did they not realize that their herd needed the help of Aodh? Their herd was starving, and Aodh was graciously providing them with precious food! Even when Aodh was in a state of a recovery and needed all the resources it could get!
They all certainly appeared as a formidable force, standing together with their threatening glares. Iscah couldn’t help but wonder if they would actually do something to her. No, the Serorans weren’t that foolish, were they? Attacking an emissary would be a surefire way to severe important ties. Iscah returned their harsh stares in equal.
“You are all idiots! You would so selfishly break the contract between Aodh and Serora over one little life?!” She spat harshly with a stomp of her foreleg.
Her eyes focused on Rae. “You are bold Rae, I can give you that, but this foal is destined for a life in Valore. Whether his mother had survived or not, Valore is where the gods wish them to be. For the continued survival of your herd, I recommend you stand down and simply continue to look over him until we return to Osulas.”
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