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Post by Ladybro-Meghan on Sept 13, 2016 23:44:08 GMT -6
It was just like the stories of old. Alya's people warring with Ignacio's. And just like times past, the sweet sea mother's child stood neutral in this battle. Silent.
The loud, arguing equine terrified the newborn; not understanding their words because of his newness. He clumsily tripped away from the rising voices, out from under Rae, to a quieter soul. The bloodied colt stained the white of his refuge's legs. Now, cowering under the stoic but steady Gianna, the little one felt safe once more. The tall dark horse did not falter. He needn't meet the little one's eyes to know his fear, the shaking made it obvious. As most children are, he was attracted to steadiness, consistency not this..bickering.
"Um," was all Gianna could muster as thoughts raced through his head. Contemplating, the marwari tried to figure this situation out. Should he even intervene? The answers seemed blatant from his perspective. How come no one else could see? If only the foal was more experienced, maybe then he could sense the malice radiating from his emotionless protector. Whichever herd the child belonged to (or would belong to) was most definitely debatable but one thing wasn't: If there was no foal then there would be no fighting over it's life.
Yet something urged Gianna to attempt to reason with these barbarians. Perhaps it was the mother of the sea. So be it.
"Don't Serorans believe that all life is precious?" His gentle tone finally breaking it's silence as he stayed in place, some distance away from all the others. "Here is this tiny life, already being exposed to the realities of this world. Don't you see how he trembles because of the violence?" Gianna paused, glancing at all of them, thinking of his words before saying them. "When given the chance, he chose neither of you."
Reaffirming his point, Gianna took a stronger but nonthreatening stance. Still hovering over the newborn. "If you were on a cliff, your brother and a stranger clinging to the edge, which would you save? You cannot choose both because life doesn't work that way. Both choices are evil, clearly. You're ending someone's life." Gianna snorted. His eyes serious. "The correct choice: pick the sin you can live with."
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Post by Bootless-Box on Sept 14, 2016 4:55:02 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Kilorn wanted to hurt her, he did, as did Stefan and even Rae. He hated her for her words. Ki's rage was boiling, but hearing Gianna's words, he knew she was right. They could not have such malice. He tried to calm himself as he spoke but his words and his very soul were still steaming. "You're not wrong Lady Gianna," He spoke deeply and quickly, turning to Iscah with no kindness in his eyes. "We aren't asking you to fight us on this one life, we're asking that you forget it. You already do not care if it dies working harder than you ever will, or has a future that isn't being property, so why not let it go? We do care, and we do want to uphold the agreement. But how can we watch as we are responsible for the condemning of a young life, we could try to save?" He said it calmly, but his tone was as cold and bitter as the frozen seas above Onea. He almost dared her to not have a heart, and while he was still angry, his words rang true. He hoped he conveyed their meaning well. Ki had no intentions of not sending the others so what should she or Aodh care? They didn't give a damn about them anyways, so what was one to them.
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Post by catac0rny on Sept 14, 2016 7:58:04 GMT -6
Rae | Serora | Gatherer
Iscah's words stung Rae but she did her best to not let it show on her face. One little life? How could one say that with not a hint of guilt in their voice? Rae had no idea and that is what scared her the most about the Aodhians. How could they do these things seemingly without any feeling of compassion? Guilt? Any emotion at all would have sufficed, all except for anger and hatred. As she spoke to Rae specifically, she pinned her ears at the emissary, but made no move to stand down.
"Your are mistaken, Iscah." Rae said in a strong, authorative voice. "If this is what the gods wanted, they would have let the mare live until she arrived in Aodh. But they didnt. This foal has been born on Seroran ground and he will not be leaving Seroran ground until he can choose to do so or not to do so on his own." She said, looking to her comrads for support. "The selfish one here is not us, we are only trying to do what Alya would wish," She spoke, "Your and the Aodhians are selfish and thoughtless." Rae said, a tear coming out of the corner of her eye but her expresion was still strong and stoic. Gianna and Kilorn spoke up once more, the colt running from behind Rae to Gianna, his little legs wobbling beneath him. How could one be so selfish?
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Post by Jennycallie on Sept 18, 2016 1:17:09 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
For several agonizing, surreal moments measured in the heaving of his ribcage, Abram remained turned away from the rest of the group, his eyes focused unseeing on the crude canvas walls of the tent. But some part of his brain- the diplomat in him, perhaps- was keeping tabs on the conversation, and eventually the information made its haphazard way to the forefront of his thoughts.
Abram blinked, turned.
“You shame Serora,” he told the group harshly, pain and despair lending a sharp edge to the normally mild stallion’s words. His gaze flickering over Stefan, Rae and Kilorn, Abram stomped a hoof angrily. “We are not alone; comport yourselves with dignity and give our guests a modicum of respect. Never in all my time as an Ambassador was I treated so rudely as you do so to our ladies here.” He let out a tight breath, tail snapping once in agitation. “We are Seroran; we rise above such behavior.”
He turned his heavy gaze to the two Ambassadors, struggling for a semblance of calm. Because the truth of the matter was that he wished, in his deepest heart, to rail at them as well, to tell them to ride a fresh wind right on out of here and leave them all be. But he could not. He meant it, when he told his group to maintain pleasantries. They were not snarling, mindless animals, but Alya’s chosen.
“Please forgive our rudeness,” he told the two Ambassadors. “This is difficult for us. It has been… a difficult year.” His gaze moved for a moment, resting on the body of the vagabond mare. A heavy, oppressive silence rang in the tent.
“It is not for any of us to say what the gods have willed, and presumptuous to attempt so,” he said quietly. “We can only do as we see best.” His eyes moved to the cowering foal, still at Gianna’s hooves. “And we must honor our word, our agreements.” He paused, and closed his eyes, as if steeling himself for his next words.
“But this foal,” Abram continued, “was born an orphan on Seroran soil, presided over by myself and Rae.” He acknowledged the mare with a dip of his head. “Had his mother lived-” he swallowed, shook his mane, “then I would have loaded them both back onto the wagons to Valore myself. But she did not; she was dead before he was born and so I claim him.”
His eyes settled, unblinking, onto Iscah.
“He is no vagabond. He is ours.”
Aodh had gained many new unfortunate souls today; they would not miss one weak, sniveling creature unlikely to even survive the voyage to Valore without his mother’s protection and nourishment. Abram could only pray that Iscah (and by extension Aodh) saw it that way as well.
Oh, Alya, Abram thought painfully, what has become of us?
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 20, 2016 17:42:43 GMT -6
Abram’s words felt like a slap to the face. There had never been a previous moment in her life where she had felt such a turmoil of emotions. Iscah wanted to scream and throw a fit, because all of this was absolutely ludicrous to her. She wanted to get her way, but she could not. Iscah did not wish to hear another word from anyone. If she was as selfish as Rae claimed, then so be it. The Aodhians seemed to have a knack for selfishness.
“If you wish to keep this child, then so be it,” she replied through clenched teeth, resisting the mighty urge to throw profanities. She was better than that.
Iscah could only stare at the child, her eyes conveying the emotions which she did not speak. She was defeated, forced into a submission. She knew that continuing to argue with the Serorans would be futile on her end.
The emissary drew in a deep breath.
“We should waste no further time in getting this child prepared for the journey home.”
She turned away from the group and strode out of the tent.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Sept 20, 2016 20:56:38 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- Ki awaited her snarky remark that would only fuel his anger more. He listened to Rae, who seemed so sweet and generous, and she surprised him with the amount of fierceness in her expression as well as her words. His stance was calmer though as Gianna was right, they shouldn't scare him, he is just a newborn. His thoughts and emotions were still racing round and round, back to the same bothersome question, Could someone be so selfish, so heartless? It bothered him a lot, he knew Ignacio was, but he was a selfish god, no concern for another god's children. Ki guessed he should have assumed the same of Ignacio's children too.
- Abram's words hit Ki's ears like a ton of bricks. Even he could hear the authority and truth that rang in Abram's words, and he bowed his head and muttered a "Yes sir." stoically. Abram's part about agreements made his whole body tense for a few moments. Ki would be quiet on Abram's orders, his anger turning part to guilt. He'd overstepped himself, which was not his place. With that realization, and Abram's strongest phrase of how the newborn was a Seroran now, he began to back out of the tent. it was far too crowded in there. Ki's heart beamed and his anger began to melt, as there was no more argument. The colt was safe. Iscah's demeanor no longer bugged him as much, but he did feel guilty and yet still pretty irritated with her. Abram and Gianna were right, they should not act so, that was not what Alya wanted either. After Iscah left he, with his head now lowered and respectfully so, said "If anything else is needed for him please let me know. Lady Gianna, I am sorry for the way I behaved, and if you need anything to rest as well as possible, please let me know. I will begin to bury the mare, if that is what you wish to be done with her, Abram sir?" With that he hoped he mended what he could and begin to clean and take care of things, which was his duty. Protecting was part of the job, but sometimes it came with other responsibilities, some which he was only now coming to terms with and experiencing.
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