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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:31:16 GMT -6
 "I'm rich and fancy and want you all the know i had sex less than a year ago." Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 202: Heir of Smoke and Embers!
Team Leader: Ragnarok
Participants: Asalah, Liri, Hancock, Alarik, Aritia, Viona, Nerine, Einar
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:46:16 GMT -6
Waking up in the morning was never easy for the stallion; particularly on days such as this. The Royal Christening. It was almost not worth it for him, but the reminder that a bunch of nobles would be there, a bunch of rich nobles, gave him the motivation to get out of bed.
With a huff, he rolled himself off the pillowy fortress he called his bed, kicking at the stray blanket that tried to cling to his leg as he trudged over to the mirror. A less than amused face stared back at him in the cracked reflection, his bright orange hair sticking up at all odd angles on one side and clinging to his face on the other to show what side he had slept on. With a snort, he shook his head violently, his mane flopping against his neck and springing back up how it normally was: an "organised mess," as he liked to call it.
"Oh lookit me~" He sang in a mock tone, his voice high as he pranced to the splintery door of the small attic that served as his room. He pulled his usual scarf off the hook, swinging around his neck to hide the torturous scars from his past. "I'm rich and fancy and want you all the know i had sex less than a year ago~" He paused, glancing back at the mirror once more and giving his ratty tail a quick shake. "Here's the little bastard to prove it!" Ragnarok huffed as he rolled his eyes, slamming the door behind him as he walked out into the long hallway of his casino. "Pathetic." His voice was low and grumpy, his tone anything but excited.
Stepping out of the large wooden doors of his casino, Ragnarok could see the others of the commoner district were bustling around to meet at the gates as well. Some seemed enthused, excited, maybe even a little overwhelmed, and some seemed to be less impressed, similar to the black stallion himself. He kept to himself in the crowd, sticking the outside and browsing for prospect. He didn't expect to find much with the commoner district, but his hopes rose as the other districts melded together. Before long, all of Valore stood before the gates of the palace.
And Ragnarok was in the back.
A frown crossed the stallion's face as he paced back and forth behind the other commoners, holding his head high to see over the crowd and to pinpoint the.. richer citizens of Valore. Once his cherry eyes laid sight of them, the nobles, a smirk played across his features. Using his sheer size and uncaring attitude, Rags started forcing his way through the crowd. Of course, it wasn't because he wanted to be up front like the excited colts that bustled before his hooves, no. He had a far separate agenda.
He suddenly bumped into richer looking fellow- a young stallion he assumed to be a lord. Ragnarok stumbled back as the other gave him a glare. "I'm so sorry sir!" The black stallion quickly spurt, fumbling to find his footing and slowly backing away from the other. The Lord gave him a huff and a roll of his eyes, mumbling something under his breath about the intelligence of a commoner. Ragnarok smirked as he turned away, a gilded watch swinging before his chest. "And thank you for your kind donation." He smirked, slipping his way back into the crowd as he stuffed the expensive watch into his scarf.
He continued his antics until he made it to the front of the crowd, his ears twitching back as some couple behind him complained about how tall he was. Obviously ignoring them, a less than amused gaze turned toward the pristine details of the noble district. It almost hurt how shiny and clean everything was, considering he himself was so used to living in the filthy slums of his dark alley ways. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he stomped a hoof in irritation. If they didn't get this on with soon, he was ready to just up and leave.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 19:11:24 GMT -6
 In an attempt to revitalize the Aodhian spirit after tragedy, a Royal Christening is being held for the most recent addition to the royal family. Aodhians from across Valore gather in the noble district for a chance to see the newborn, and your character was lucky enough to snag a front-row seat in the palace courtyard itself. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Aug 6, 2016 7:28:45 GMT -6
Liri and Einar converged on the Noble district, excitement in their steps. They meet up beforehand to try and snag seats together, though it seemed they were a little late to the party. Throngs of people blocked the entrance to the noble district, most of them commoners trying to get a view of the Princess and her entourage of children. Sadly, that wasn't the case for Liri and her companion. They were in the back, still at the gate that separated the two districts apart. It didn't help that they were both shorter than average, which left them with a view of everyone's backsides. To say the least, Liri was not pleased.
She looked around, trying to spot a way through the mess of legs and horse bodies, but to no avail. That is of course, until a huge stallion with flaming red hair passed by them and left a shining path through the masses. Liri giggled at the hilarity of it, but decided this was a fine way to get to where they were going. She motioned to Einar, pointing towards the gap left by the massive stallion. He nodded, getting the same idea as herself.
They pushed into the gap, passing by most of the people they were stuck next to and then some. It seemed that this guy they were following had a goal in mind, and that goal was to get to the front. But, she thought, the front isn't always the best. A flash of memory came to her, of dust and explosions, and another insteance where she thought she had good luck. Best not to overthink this.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 6, 2016 9:43:32 GMT -6
Asalah was not happy. As her sister Airita primped and preened over how she was to look at the royal Christening, her sister couldn't help but stare in the mirror in her own bedroom and glare at herself. Her hair was fine, well cleaned to the point that it shined. The mare sighed as she turned this way and that, annoyance slowly rising in her chest as she turned out of her room and poked her nose in to see how her sister was doing. Airita had been the one to suggest going out today in the first place, as it wouldn't seem very wise for anyone to stay home considering recent events. The dappled grey mare sighed again, catching herself slightly as she smiled at her sister. "I'm ready when you are." She said with a forced smile before turning away to finish up some last minute cleaning in their living room. Their home had been uncannily quiet since their sister had been chosen to go out on a special expedition. The mare hadn't stopped fretting over her since she had left, as after the attack a few months ago Asalah had done nothing but panic any time anything bad ever seemed to occur. She closed her eyes for a moment as her own anxiety began to rise again just at the thought of it. "For the love of the gods, I wish I wasn't so afraid." She thought to herself. She was by no means small for her age and could probably fight if she had wanted to, but the young mare by far didn't have an angry bone in her body. If she had been found by slavers, they would have learned quickly she would have been better as a servile slave than as a pit fighter. She shuddered at the thought, feeling lucky that her family hadn't decided to take the journey to Aodh now instead of a few years back. The memories of the trip were still relatively fresh in her mind, though she was glad that the group of them were now 'home', despite the fact that Asalah had little attachment for Aodh. She had settled in and gotten used to the customs, but as it would seem based off of her gift from Cascade, she was still a Talori at heart. She flicked her tail back and forth for a moment before Airita arrived at her side. Once more, Asalah forced a smile for her sister, and the two set out to see this 'exciting' event. As they made their way through the crowded streets, Asalah only kept half an eye on her sister, for as much as she wanted to protect her, she was too concerned with making sure no horses slammed into her for no reason. Occasionally, a horse would bump into her, mumbling some kind of an apology or glaring her down as if she had been the one to start everything. She grimaced before shyly ducking away at the latter and generally let the horses that apologized know that it wasn't really their fault. It was hard getting through the streets at this point in time, which only put Asalah more on edge. With how crowded it is... it wouldn't be surprising that something happens again... She pushed the thought aside, chalking it up to her own paranoia. That is, until she realized she and her sister both had followed a smaller group of horses up to the front of the gates. The draft gave a short snort of unease as she noticed a draft with flaming orange hair and two others following behind him. She squinted, suddenly recognizing one of them as one of the horses -- Liri? That had to be her name. -- that had fallen into the Crucible alongside Asalah and Airita a few months ago. She glanced about before quickening her pace a bit to catch up with the group. At the very least, even if it wasn't the most safe of occasions, Asalah knew that Liri could hold her own if something went wrong. At the very least, she'd have somebody other than her sister alongside her if the Christening didn't go as planned. The young mare was probably just paranoid. That had to be it... right? [ Post 1 | 714 Words | Post Speed: Daily ]
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 6, 2016 11:55:00 GMT -6
Viona|Servile Slave
Post: 1 || WC: 319 Six...seven...eight.. The roan mare counted her breaths as they came and went. Anxiety had begun to grip her as more and more horses flooded the entrance to the grand palace, reminding her of that not so distant attack on the crucible. Many had come together for the New Years celebration, just like they were coming together now. It left a bitter taste and a queasy feeling within her. It'd been months since that night- and though the physical damage to both the city and its equines was healing and beginning to scar the mental and spiritual wounds were still fresh... still bloody and raw. Viona gave a shiver despite the sun that had crested the wall- but upon noticing the position of said sun the mare was pulled from her thoughts and discomfort. The ceremony was to begin soon. Viona gave one last exhale, imagining the negativity and ill-feeling escaping her body that way. She would do as Dimitri had asked her that dawn, before he'd taken up his knightly position within the palace gates. "Try to relax. Enjoy yourself and converse, say my name. If something happens.. I will not be far away."
Blue eyes scanned beyond the gilded ironwork now, hoping to catch a glimpse of her Lord then, but her attempts were futile. She could not see past the growing throng anymore. She'd been there since he'd disappeared behind those gates, which had gained her a spot in the front but nothing else. She almost regretted it now, what with so many horses brushing up on her from behind. Glancing down the line she watched as a massive stallion with a fiery mane and a confident sneer finally break the group, two equines to her right. Seeing that made her mane prickle with disgust, but she turned away again to scan the crowds. So impatient. but she'd wait idly. Wait idly and keep to herself. "Hm.."|Notes| Edit: fixed some grammar and my Word Count.  I think I tried to put this post together too fast this morning. |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 6, 2016 15:09:01 GMT -6
Most mornings for Hancock were blissful and quiet, rising an hour or two after dawn. He would eat, clean himself and get ready for work at the pearl. Some morning it depended on where he woke up... It wasn't unusual for Hancock to be found asleep in Octavia's bed long after she herself had awoke, or curled up at the den in the back of the pearl, drooling peacefully. Today seemed to be one of those days, but instead of waking up slowly to the sound of the early work at the pearl, Hancock received a sharp slap to the face. With a shout he had woke up to find Octavia staring down at him, telling him to get ready for...something. Honestly, he was still basically asleep when she had started talking. All he knew was that he was to get up, get himself presentable and then walk down to the courtyard of the castle and wait for her and the other ladies of the pearl to arrive. He had merely nodded and got up, getting himself decent looking.
And now he found himself standing at the front gate that separated the castle and the courtyard, surrounded by other horses all buzzing with excitement. Foals danced near the large fountain in the center of the courtyard and nobles and commoners of all sorts stood and mingled, sharing pleasantries. Slaves stood with their masters, merchants with traders and the artisans all bustled around near each other, covered in things from paint to clay. Hancock smirked and thought about how paint covered Vinny had gotten the last time he had visited her house. With a yawn, Hancock turned to look back up at the castle, wondering how Lilith and her hoard of children were doing. He casually leaned on the pillar that separated the gate from the rest of the iron barred fence, looking as red-haired stallion pushed his way to the front with several others following his path of destruction. With a snort, Hancock shook his head and smiled, gazing through the crowd.
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Post by kajejackson on Aug 6, 2016 16:09:12 GMT -6
Einar| Commoner|Words:292| Posts: 1 Einar waited outside his small apartment building for his speckled friend to arrive. They had arranged days ago to attend the christening together, but with waves of horses already passing by, the dun stallion was becoming anxious. The young fjord refused to miss any social gathering, even after the New Years attack. Even if the cause for such celebration held little interest for him- Princess Lilith had so many foals he'd stopped counting- but any excuse to wrap himself in the warm bustling energy of Valore was worth it. Eventually Einar saw a familiar flaxen head pop up from the mass of horses and squirm it's way towards him. After exchanging smiles and the general pleasantries, the pair headed on their way. Swept up by the throng and carried away as if by the Aquoreian waves. As they neared the Sol district the road became more and more congested, making it almost impossible for them to get through. Einar scanned ahead, trying to plot out some sort of path. He was about to suggest jumping from roof to roof as their only viable option when he felt Liri give him a distinct nudge and motion after a larger stallion and the wake he caused. Einar meet her questioning gaze with a twinkle in his eyes and a short nod, before plunging in after the black draft. Einar tried to focus on the path ahead of him and keeping up with their unknowing guide while keeping and eye on his friend. He saw a cloud of unease pass over her face as they approached the front of the crowd. "Hey, don't worry, we'll be fine." He grinned reassuringly. Surely nobody would try anything at a royal christening. He thought with a scoff. .....Right? |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 6, 2016 18:45:51 GMT -6
The chestnut stallion woke up as the sun rose. His usual time. He sat up and rolled back his sheets only to realise he had no work today. He had promised Einar and Liri he would be there at the christening , a day he hoped to sneak out the city and have a quiet day to himself, a day to get lost in his books. He sighed a little. “ Maybe they forgotten, It’s not like they care that much right”. Al fixed his saddlebags. Removing them from their leather harness that kept them on his back. He slipped the harness over his head and fastened it round his stomach, all polished from the day before. He picked up his left gauntlet off the floor and put it on, though un-able to find the right one “Again” he groaned. The red haired teen began searching his 10 foot by 10 foot apartment, after all there isn’t many places it could be. “ Under the bed ?” picking up the draping sheets “Nope” he said biting his cheek. He kicked around his floor pillows uncovering the bracer “Now how did that get under there” Picking it up and putting it on. Alarik looked up to the wall where his bridle hung. Unsure if he should wear it. Not like the Princess would see him, He blushed at the thought. “ Alright why not”. The design simple enough. No clips or buckles needed. It just slid over the nose and over the ears. Two emerald jewels at the front to make it a little bit flashier. A gift from Raynon for his 17th, almost a year ago now. Alarik slipped out the door. His body slender enough to pass through a small gap. He locked the door and hid the key into one of the loose bricks in the wall. Of course incase one of his few friend's needed a place to crash. Alarik didn't bother much. He walked up the road towards the noble district the closer he got to the palace the busier it got. Many horses littered the streets, pushing through miniscule crowds was the least of the teens problems. He soon found himself at the back of the crowd that was spewing all the way out the gates. Al couldn’t exactly see Liri and Einar. It be hard as they were small horses. Alarik on the other hand was lanky, you could spot his scrawny neck from a mile away. He began to mingle with the crowd, saying “ excuse me, pardon me” each step he seemed to take. He snaked his way threw, soon finding himself next to the fountain. He soon caught sight of Liri poking her head into the air as she pushed her way through the crowd with Einar behind her. He wanted so badly to call out to them but couldn't exactly get the words out. “If only my Telepathy was powerful enough”. He moved forth towards their direction they seemed to be heading, Soon he found himself closer to the front maybe 3 or 4 rows back, continuing the apologies as he past other equines. His sight was drawn towards the front, trying to spot the speckled mare and the dainty fjord. He just managed to catch sight of Einars dun coat pass by for just a second, He squeezed through the last few horses to up with his friends. “Hey guys” He chipped, reaching Einars side. Though he wasn’t exactly happy with the positioning they took up. “ The front?!, I’m not going through this again. Last time I was almost killed, TWICE….” The stallion put on a smile but deep down he was wary expecting something bad to happen.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 7, 2016 0:36:17 GMT -6
Viona|Servile Slave Post: 2 || WC: 546
Viona shifted in place, knees beginning to lose feeling having stood there for roughly an hour. Silvering mane shifted over her nape as she craned her neck to peer about more pointedly. She watched a trio of horses fill the gap that the dark-coated stallion had made- her eyes ahd wandered there again, being the nearer to her. They had to have been friends for they were all smiling as they came together at the front their voices were lost in the din but she could see their mouths moving from here. Viona wondered fondly then if she'd see anyone that she recognized.. Not that the mare had true friends. Acquaintances maybe, but that was the extent- especially when it came to meeting her master's companions. In that setting however, she had a part to play. Just as now, she had a part to play. The life that lay before her now was one of deception and check-mate, no longer the simple life of a house-maiden that she'd lived at the Pearl. No. She was to live as a lady now. A noble lady- and in the past months her Lord had done well to at least help her look the character- her mane and tail had been cut, coat groomed and perfumed, and her face had been adorned in dainty chains- Oh she certainly looked of nobility.. It was acting, however, that she was still getting a hang of. The roan mare was just too.. gentle. She didn't rebuke, or question. she still had the submissive nature that she was raised with- as a slave.
A rambunctious pair behind her suddenly got too close, pushing her forward and disrupting her composure. Viona gave a snort and laid her ears back, swishing her tail out of angst. "Pardon me.." she stepped away, snaking to her left to avoid being trampled behind another horse. A tall unicorn adorned in silks was right beside her- She ducked her head, fearing their gazes but they hadn't heard nor noticed her, continuing their jovial antics. Having lost her place, and quickly becoming absorbed by the masses, the lithe equine sought escape, her route drawing her closer to the gates. Blue eyes became focused on a hole near one of the two alabaster pillars that stood sentry on either side of the gilded gate. Viona turned round after bumping in to someone, curtsying and apologizing before taking another step back, bumping right into someone else's hindquarters.. "Oh-! I'm so sorry sir," she turned back around, dipping her head again seeing that she lacked the room to curtsy again lest she pop this stallion's bubble for a second time.. She noted a dark chesnut coat and flaxen mane, but shook her head "You must forgive my clumsiness, I was just trying to-" Blue eyes adjusted, widening just so, and rose to meet a scarred and familiar face, not of her lord, no. Rather, it was the handsome visage of someone from before all this, before the cultists, before the crucible, before Dimitri. She'd almost forgotten, "... Wait.. M-Master Hancock?" the white-nosed horse couldn't help but tilt her head. What was he doing here..? Perhaps she had been confused.. Hancock probably wasn't even his name. Oh by the Gods- now she'd done it..
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 7, 2016 4:14:18 GMT -6
Soon, more horses followed behind the small group that pushed forward into the crowd. She wanted to speak up, to say something to the horse she recognized, but that was before she noticed a second familiar face coming up alongside her. Green eyes widening slightly, she snorted nervously before turning back to the other horses she was near. Ultimately, deciding it wouldn't be wise to speak out and try to introduce herself to anybody else. That is, until she heard Alarik introduce himself to the group. She huffed slightly for a moment, knowing that if her sister was nearby and could read her thoughts she'd tell her to go out and actually start making friends with more horses than just Moonrise. She could almost hear it, though it seemed she had lost track of Airita in the crowed (though honestly, it wouldn't be hard to find her again... it wasn't like she was a small as the King.). Sighing softly and finally resigning herself to the inevitable, she turned towards the other horses. "Excuse me... Liri? Alarik?" She politely interrupted, trying her hardest not to sound too rude or inconsiderate. "I'm sorry to barge in, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me joining you. After... the last time we were all together, I'd rather stick to others that I know can handle a rough situation." She nervously let out a chuckle, hoping that her unease wasn't off putting. That was when she heard another horse behind her speak to an apparent master, though she wasn't entirely sure of what was going on. Her ears flicked back. "When do you think the Christening will begin?" She asked, trying to change the subject so that her skittish attitude and overall shaky demeanor could be ignored. She tried smiling, but for some reason the poor mare couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Granted, the not so distant memory of the crucible still played in her memory, the fear of losing her sister still clinging to her. In that moment, Asalah couldn't help but regret her disregard for her sister's location, but all she could do was hope that Airita hadn't come across any trouble. Slowly, she turned back, taking note of her sister with ease. She visibly relaxed. You need to just breath and calm down, Asalah. Everything's going to be just fine. You're worried about nothing. Easy breaths. That's it... Slow and steady. She thought to herself as she flared her nostrils as she steadied her breathing. It didn't do much to still the churning feeling of paranoia in her stomach, but it was enough to calm her panic attack. Evalynn was right, she needed to stop being so uptight over everything. Maybe then she wouldn't feel as sick to her stomach whenever she went out into large crowds. [ Post 2 | 474 Words | Post Speed: Daily ]
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Post by firebirdfalling on Aug 7, 2016 10:51:09 GMT -6
“Hey guys," a voice behind Liri and Einar said. Liri turned, grinning as she locked eyes with the chestnut stallion that had spoken. "Alarik! I'm glad you could make it!" Liri exclaimed, nudging him in greeting. The three of them had hung out together after the incident three months ago. Mostly, Einar and Alarik had come over to her house as she couldn't move much for the first month without pulling her stitches out. But after that, they spent time wandering the city, enjoying the peace and quite.
"Excuse me... Liri? Alarik?" A mare said, interupting Liri's train of thought. "I'm sorry to barge in, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me joining you. After... the last time we were all together, I'd rather stick to others that I know can handle a rough situation."
She was a darker colored mare, and another trailed behind her, most likely a relative. Liri thought for a moment, swearing she had seen her before. Ah that's right! You were there, when all that shit went down.
"Yeah, sure! I don't mind at all. To be honest, that's probably your best bet anyways." She responded, giving the mare a smile. Liri could sense the uneasiness in her posture, radiating out of her in rays. Probably doing a number on Al's telepathy right now. "It's okay, I'm not too keen on being in the front," She said, "I'd rather be farther back but I wouldn't be able to see anything otherwise."
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Aug 7, 2016 11:14:53 GMT -6
Nerine rushed to get to the front, under and through horses legs; ducking and skipping through the crowd. Curse these little legs! She needed to see this for research purposes. Of course it was only the mere foal of a whore but Nerine was yet to witness such a huge civil celebration- other than the Fire Festival. She bumped into the legs of a mare, Viona.
“Sorry!-” She ran straight into the other legs of another horse. A certain stallion to be exact.
Hancock.
The small ginger zorse let out a loud cry.
“I’m so sorry! Really, this hair of mine is so difficult to keep a control on!” Nerine rambled under the mess of ginger, tossing her head back and whipping any surrounding horses with the...mass.
Her vibrant blue eyes settled on the dark horse….They widened briefly with shock and she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks.
“....Hm….Hello Hancock.” She said gently, averting her eyes to look out front. She noticed another mare not too far from in front of them. Nerine cocked an ear, swivelling it forwards.
So many new faces, so many….New….Horses. It was a little overwhelming, Aodhians all congregated in one spot to worship the christening of a bastard child. How interesting.
Nerine let out a heavy sigh.
“So I see you are very interested in this...Celebration,” She looked back up to Hancock quickly, avoiding to look into his...Eyes.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 7, 2016 14:02:27 GMT -6
Hancock had expected to be bumped into and pushed standing where he was, sure that others would try and bully their way to the front. But he Didn't expect someone to completely run into his rump, jumping forward slightly and turning to look. He was about to make a snarky remark about how they should take him to dinner first, but stopped when he saw who it was "Viona? Hey, what's up little mouse!?" he grinned, ears pressed forwad as he looked down at her. He was familair with Octavia's servant, seeing her every now and again as she went about her chores in the pearl. He had never gotten a chance to tlak to her, and she seemed pretty shy so he figured it would be better to let her do her thing and let him do his job at protecing the girls at the pearl. When she spoke his name, he smiled and winked "Octomom sent ya down here too,eh? ah, well. Must be good for us to get out of the pearl once and a while" He chuckled.
And then he was being run into again, another horse almost completely slipping underneath his body. As he fought to regan his balance, Hancock looked down and smirked, regonizing the mass of orange hair. "why, hello Nerine" he winked, eyebrows raised. He grinned as she blushed nad looked away "Of course, Lil's one of my coolest friends, dont ya know." He glanced to Viona and then back at Nerine "Im surprised you're here though...I thought you had certain disdain towards the royal family?" he snickered, raising an eyebrow. He shifted his stance, leaning against the marble once more.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 7, 2016 14:39:53 GMT -6
Alarik put on his usual fake smile and just listened to Liri and Einars conversation. More of a listener than talker. The grey mare Asalah appeared next to him “Excuse me… Liri?Alarik?” He cocked his head to the right to the sound of his name. He had recognised the mare's face. One of the others he escaped the crucible with. Though wasn’t sure on her name. There wasn’t exactly time for that back then.
"I'm sorry to barge in, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me joining you. After... the last time we were all together, I'd rather stick to others that I know can handle a rough situation." Alarik shifted his weight to his other hoof “S..s..sure I don’t um Mind.” Alariks heart leaped as he opened his mouth. New equines wasn’t exactly his strong point. Though he wanted to giggle at what the mare said “I’d rather stick to others that I know can handle a rough situation” Alarik able to handle a rough situation ?, Pff no. At the time he was pissed off and his adrenaline levels were through the roof, if that's handling a rough situation then he’d like to see someone in the right frame of mind.
He couldn’t help but feel the unease on the grey mare. So he did what he did best, he began focusing his mind on her, he wanted to hear her thoughts. It might be rude of him but he wasn’t all that good with talking nonetheless. She spoke again but he didn’t pay attention to what she said. He could hear her over everyone else, though he hoped she didn’t know what he was doing it.
“You need to just breath and calm down, Asalah. Everything's going to be just fine. You're worried about nothing. Easy breaths. That's it... Slow and steady.” Alariks breathing itself slowed, he broke out of his trace again and looked at her in a different way. He sort of wanted to say something but didn’t know how she would react. Liri had noticed herself the unease but it wasn’t being at the front that had made her anxious. He knew it was the crowds and the plus of what had happened at the last gathering like this. He himself had his stomach retching and at unease. His empathy grew for the mare. He lowered his head to her level “Hey, it's alright you’re not the only one who wishes they weren't here.” saying it with ease and quieter so the others wouldn’t hear. He gave her a glance and looked up again to aim his hearing back in to the past conversation.
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Post by kajejackson on Aug 7, 2016 15:37:31 GMT -6
Einar| Commoner (Merchant)|Words:318| Posts: 2 Einar smiled as more horses joined the cluster, some familiar faces, some not. Either way it meant more people to talk to, which was excellent news for the extroverted stallion. "Hey, I'm Einar. Nice to meet ya." He said, looking to the young mare with unusual swirls on her pelt. He couldn't recall seeing her before, but he could tell she and his friends had some history. Which was enough to arouse his curiosity. The fjord sucked on the inner side of his cheek as he thought. Not quite biting it, but holding it between his teeth. It sounded as if the trio were linked through the new years attack, making him wonder if the event was truly as scaring as they made it seem. He had been closer to the exits when the vagabonds attacked, he didn't have to face down any of them. The greatest peril he faced was the crumbling structure and a snooty noble. All and all it seemed his friends and his city had been scared by the event far more than he, leaving him feeling.... alien. No no, quit being silly. He thought, giving his head a slight shake that sent his short hair flopping and his metal bridle rattling. This is a day of celebration, you can't spend it moping! Be happy! For you, and them. Einar glanced at his friends on either side, seeing the anxious fear in their eyes. He couldn't let them be scared when there was this much excitement to be had! It just wasn't his way. "Come on guys, lighten up! This is gonna be great! I-I think. Does anyone remember them doing one of these before?" He started with a chuckle, before pausing to think. Tilting his head and flicking his ear. After a moment of hesitation he shrugged and proceeded with his mindless ramblings. Hoping the constant noise would help make the wait shorter. |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 7, 2016 19:14:44 GMT -6
Asalah | Commoner | Aodh
The mare smiled as the three horses she had approached turned towards her and began a relatively easy conversation between the three. “It’s nice to meet you Einar. I’m Asalah.” She said, not unkindly to the horse in front of her before turning back towards the other two. Relief rushed over her as she realized that her initial guess on the names she sort of remembered wasn’t wrong, as neither of them seemed to tell her otherwise. She flicked her ears back for a moment in embarrassment, though she was glad to hear that she wasn’t the only one concerned. “Hearing that makes me feel a lot better.” She admitted, looking at the others before Einar stepped up, trying to relieve the tension and the concern within the group but letting them all know that everything was going to be a-ok. Asalah smiled slightly, wishing that she could believe in the horse’s words as much as she wanted to, but she still couldn’t press back the nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. If not because of the christening itself, but because of some other unfortunate event that was surely to come in the wake of it. She shook the thoughts back though, suddenly wondering upon the question asked. She hadn’t been a part of the Aodh herd since birth like these horses had been, but she knew she would have remember something as important as this particular occasion in her early years in the herd. “I don’t recall anything to this level, but I’m not originally from Aodh. My sisters and I were born into the Talori herd originally, until certain events brought us all here.” She wasn’t one to normally admit her low status amongst others, but this group had begun to already make her feel calm enough. She liked Alarik’s calm yet shy attitude and Einar’s reassurance. Not to mention Liri did have the right of it. It wasn’t exactly the best idea to be so far up in the crowd. The draft mare slowly began to relax for a moment, hoping that maybe, just maybe this event wouldn’t be nearly as terrifying as the last two had been for her. Who knows? Maybe she’d be lucky enough to actually gain a few friends out of it. Wouldn’t that make Evalynn happy? A slight twinge of guilt raced through Asalah in that moment as she thought about her sister and the expedition she had set off on. She really hoped Evalynn wasn’t getting herself into trouble. Post 3 | 421 Words | Speed: Daily
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 7, 2016 21:35:40 GMT -6
Airita | Merchant | Aodh The horse in the mirror smiled back at Airita as she finished brushing her mane. It was about the first time she would willingly go somewhere in a crowd for fun. After what happened last time... She suppressed a shudder, shaking her head slightly to chase the thoughts away. " Asalah! Are you done? We're going to be late!" She yelled, allowing herself the luxury to do so in the privacy of her home. One last look at the mirror pointed that the little strand of hair that was meant to be settled behind her ear had fallen back in her face. The mare huffed, annoyed, before attacking the cowlick furiously. When she was finally done, it was Asalah who was waiting for her. Airita trailed after her sister as they made their way towards the spot they had managed to secure, almost as close as one could be without being close to the royals. The presence of so many horses in the same place immediately made Airita antsy, despite the excited look in her face. She had taken some time to herself after the attack a few months back, but the mare knew she'd have to go back into business soon, and to do so she'd need to get used to crowds again. Perhaps I can let Asalah make some friends this time, Airita thought. Not that she was faring much better in that specific subject. Despite being much more outgoing than her older sister, Airita had many acquaintances and few, if any, real friends that weren't family. But who cared, right? The draft horse's ears perked up as soon as Asalah spoke again, her attention quickly snapping torwads the horses they were approaching. While one, or perhaps two faces were somehow familiar, the mare who had calmed her down enough to focus on a sea of spells and magic was very familiar. Liri... Airita felt her cheeks warm with the memory. She had traveled all the way from Talori to Aodh, yet managed to panic during the attack at the Crucible like a little foal. The sight of all that magic, practically out of control, had somehow terrified the young horse. Even now, seeing Asalah suddenly disappear for a few seconds, or worse, Evalynn playing with fire yet again, made her stomach twist uncomfortably with suppressed fear. Blessings didn't seem to live up their name in Airita's book. Hopefully she'd get used to them without internally freaking out soon. ... And anyway, she probably shouldn't be thinking about that. Not when she snagged yet another good spot to watch a supposedly good 'spectacle', so to say, and was standing right in the front once again. She'd hate if something went wrong. But her luck couldn't be that bad, could it? Y'know what? She didn't want to know. Airita's ears flicked back as she offered a shy smile to the horses gathered around her, adressing the one she recognized first. "Hi there, Liri..." She spoke quietly. The mare's eyes scanned the small group she was a part of. "Hey guys, I'm Airita. Nice to see some of you again, and to meet the rest." She shrugged, feeling unusually shy. What happened today that Asalah was the social one and she was being awkward? " I'm sure it'll go well. Hopefully. I mean. It's a christening, right? Meant to lift the spirits and all that stuff. I'm sure security was reinforced today." She shrugged again, offering Alarik a small smile. Airita nodded at Asalah, before looking at the gates, briefly considering all the cultural differences she had gotten used to since joining Aodh. She was a bit surprised to hear Asalah mention their herd of origin, but it wasn't something she made an effort to hide, and so wasn't bothered at all. " Yea, the customs where we come from are.. Different." Post: 1 | Words: 638 | Speed: Once a week |
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 8, 2016 11:15:31 GMT -6
Viona|Servile Slave Post: 3 || WC: 472
Despite having bumped into him and having nearly rendered them both off-balance the slick stallion broke into a smile, greeting Viona with enthusiasm. He did not threaten, did not question.. In fact, he knew who she was- as she too knew him. Thank Ignacio it was really him.. Hancock had called her by the nickname she'd earned during her days keeping up with the Pearl- Mouse- For her ashen coat and quiet demeanor seemed to fit the name's description. The other horse was still grinning, he winked at her even- she couldn't help it, she smiled back at him, a genuine albeit small smile. What could she say? His expressions were infectious, as was his excitement. Viona could feel her anxiety begin to fade.
"Octomom sent ya down here too,eh? ah, well. Must be good for us to get out of the pearl once and a while." Viona's smile faded before the aforementioned anxiety had anymore chance to. Octavia. No, she had not seen the Pearl for nearly five months.. Octavia had sent her to live with her current Master prior to the Crucible attack, but it had indeed been winter when she'd met the tobiano stallion. Since then she'd learned very well of his true intentions, how he planned to use her as a stepping stone to reclaim his title as Noble- in exchange, she could walk free. She would no longer be a slave. Never again. Given what he'd said Hancock seemed to have either forgotten or, perhaps he simply hadn't noticed her absence.. The possibility, merely the idea that she was not truly missed in the place she had once called home saddened her slightly, but she did not let it show on her face. Better to correct him anyway, Viona took a step closer and adjusted her stance to gaze out at the crowd so that she didn't have to look him in the face, "Actually Hancock.. I haven- Oh my!". A short ginger creature suddenly bustled behind her bumping her legs and bundling into Hancock. What in Hireath? The young mare turned her head, realizing that it was not a creature, but a horse, a striped mare with a mane as fiery as the sun and a voice like venom- but somehow foreign. Viona quickly silenced herself when the pair started talking, but had dipped her head in forgiveness towards the bumbling babbling Nerine. Accidents did happen after all.. Viona listened, one ear cocked their direction. Nerine didn't sound like she was from here.. Didn't look it either, but the roan's lips were sealed for the moment, only twitching into a polite smile when Hancock gazed her way again. She'd rather be observant than bombard the newcomer with her questions- certainly it'd be unfortunate if Viona managed to offend the small zorse somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 12:21:52 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh Commoner
His ears flicked back as he was suddenly surrounded by a group of horses who knew each other, chattering each other's ears off like a bug in his own ear. He tried to ignore them, telling himself that this would all be over soon. He even tried to scan the crowd to maybe find others that he knew, but it was useless. The equine he associated himself with wouldnt be caught dead at a royal happening. A sigh left his lips as the chattering of the others once again wiggled into his mind. He was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind when his gaze landed on a short, ginger zorse. Her long, fiery hair seemed like something of a mess, similar to his but more taken care of, and spots stretched across her flank. While one might find her beautiful, Ragnarok was more focused on the plentiful pearls that lined her coat. Talorian, no doubt.
He edged closer to the shorter mare, his scarf tangling with his legs as he tied to keep it out of the way. She seemed distracted by another fellow, a red painted stallion only a hand shorter than himself. That was just the break he needed. His brow furrowed as he casually slipped up beside them, accidentally stumbling into the zorse, knocking them both of their feet.
"Oh gods, i am so sorry!" He huffed, rolling to his knees and fumbling to get closer to her, as if he was going to check to make sure she was alright. In the process, his gaze focused on those pearls, his telekinesis reach already grabbing for them in hopes that she was still too dazed to notice.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Aug 8, 2016 13:56:41 GMT -6
"It is my job to observe Aodhian traditions and celebrations, Hancock. I thought you knew this, regardless of how I feel....Towards the family, it isn't my place to question your traditions." Her muzzle twisted in disdain with a small roll of her eyes. Nerine let the tightness in her shoulders loosen as she released a heavy sigh, sucking in her lips afterwards as her forelock fell over her eyes. She lifted her head to observe the gates, wondering whether or not anything would be revealed soon. With another sigh, she glanced back at the mare she had bumped into....OH! She's looking! Uh, quick look away again. Nerine cleared her throat. "So Hancock- Agh!" Nerine yelped in surprise, her legs crumpling beneath her as she tumbled to the cobbled ground with a thud and a spray of hair. Her legs were caught up in her mane and she kicked her legs gracefully, trying not to be such a mess in front of the Aodhians...And Hancock- Since she'd probably never hear the end of it if she saw him again. 'Oh look, the tiny Talorian got her little feet caught up haha' No! She would NOT tolerate that!When she could just about get back to her hooves in a little huff of distress, the large stallion that looked into her face caught her off guard and she could have sworn that all the blood had rushed to her face. That she would have become a pale little snowflake with a bright cherry face. "U-Uhm.....Y-Ye..Yeah...Uh...It is alright...." She fluttered her lashes with a little knit forming between her brows, trying to back away with a little hop. Post 2 | Nerine | Talorian Emissary |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 8, 2016 14:30:25 GMT -6
Alarik relaxed his head a bit more, there seemed no reason to be tense. He eased a little as he listened to his friends quiet chatter. In the corner of his eye he could see the dark horse near them seemed to leave, seeming no longer interested in the christening. No more than a few seconds later there was a sudden clatter of hooves and a thud behind him. He turned his head to the disturbance.
Behind him he could see the dark horse now on the ground along with two others, a red coated stallion and a ginger zorse. His focus shifted to the black horse and his intentions became clear. Alarik throat warmed and he couldn’t contain his voice. “HEY YOU!” He yelped out. He almost knocked Einar of his feet and his metal on his harness and bridle jingled as he thrashing his body around in a 180° motion. The stallion didn’t know his voice could be raised that high. He moved closer to the commotion hoping his friend didn’t find him insane. Randomly shouting out like he did.
“Hey he’s trying to steal your pearls !” ratting out the cob in his act. Coming closer to the downed horses. By the look of them now closer to the three. He could see the Ginger Zorse was definitely not from here. More or less Talorian, he thought and the red stallion he recognised, A commoner like himself.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 8, 2016 20:19:59 GMT -6
Hancock smirked and listened to Nerine's words, ears flicked forward. He glanced behind her for a moment as he saw the dark horse coming towards them before looking back down at her, watching as she blushed. He glanced at Viona when she had finished talking "give me a minute kid, then we can catch up" he winked, turning to look at Nerine just as that stallion 'accidentally' slammed into her. Hancock stumbled back again , his shoulder bumping into Viona as he tried to turn and not get caught up in the commotion and to try and make sure she wasn't sucked into it either. Finding his ground, he looked up as another stallion raced over, screaming something about Nerine's pearls. Hancock quickly looked down just in time to see the fiery redhead stuff the pearls into his scarf. Hancock furrowed his eyebrows, his black eyes staring at the stallion "Hey bud, why don't you go steal candy from a baby instead of ripping jewellery from people's necks" he snorted, ears back. He looked to Nerine and helped her get to her feet, watching the stallion with a scowl on his face.
Sue, Hancock had stolen shit from nobles all the time when he was a kid, but he wouldn't stand for something getting swiped off one of his friends, especially Nerine since she was an ambassador. God, he could imagine her report to Talori right now...
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Post by firebirdfalling on Aug 9, 2016 13:18:06 GMT -6
"Hey you!" Alrik screamed, interrupting their conversation. Liri glanced over her shoulder at who he was yelling at, finding a pair of horses on the ground. One was the large black stallion from earlier that had paved the way through the crowd, the other was a shorter mare, with spots, stripes, and wild red hair. But that wasn't what caught her attention, it was the fact that the black stallion was secretly shoving strings of pearls into his scarf.
So that was what Alrik was yelling about, thought Liri. Good eye.
Another stallion, not quite as tall as the other, must have been having a conversation with the mare on the ground. He looked angry at the fact that Alrik had rushed over and disgracefully interrupted him, though that anger was directed towards the thief on the ground when he realized what was happening.
"Hey bud, why don't you go steal candy from a baby instead of ripping jewelry from peoples necks." The stallion said, snorting at the thief. He helped the mare up, then turned to scowl at the other stallion.
Well enough of this then. Liri thought, stomping over to stand in front of the thief. "You listen here, thief. I don't care how tall or tough you think you are, it's rude to knock a lady to the ground. And even after that, you have the balls to steal from her? That's just downright pitiful! Now return this pearls or we are going to have a serious brawl on our hands." She glared at him, pinning her ears back.
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(OOC: I'm on my phone at the moment, hence no formatting. Please forgive any typos you may see as well.)
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 9, 2016 14:15:01 GMT -6
Viona|Servile Slave Post: 4 || WC: 458
Things were fine- everything was fine. Hancock had turned to her, and she chuckled "That's alright, I don't mind." She looked to Nerine then, seeming to find her voice. But instead of pleasantries coming out of her mouth the only thing that escaped was a rushed "Watch out!" before a dark mass collided with the ginger zorse, jostling the little group to the point that Hancock became a shield, bumping into her shoulder and nudging her back and away from the tangle of bodies and limbs. What had happened? When she came to her senses Viona saw the cause of the scuffle- it was none other than the impatient brute that she'd noticed before. It looked like he'd made the same mistake that Viona did when she had tried to move through the crowd.. Serves him right though, it was too tight in this part of the courtyard to be throwing his weight around like that. Viona recollected and almost offered to help the fallen Nerine to her feet when suddenly there was shouting from the next group over. Blue eyes snapped up to see a lanky merchant crying out to the fallen pair- and it was then that Viona realized the extent of the situation.
The fiery haired klutz was in fact a thief! Viona recoiled slightly, attempting to stay out of the way as things went from bad to worse. Nerine had managed to get to her feet with a little help from Hancock. She was speaking breathlessly, dazed as she was. And then they were surrounded, the merchant horse was there, hovering but unflinching as the spotted mare he'd been standing with prior to the commotion came around, her hooves striking the ground with murderous intent as she addressed the petty thief. Viona couldn't believe how quickly things were getting out of hand. She looked about, watching as a multitude of eyes began to wander their direction- began to stare. This would not end well, there were too many bystanders. There were children. If a fight broke out who knew what kind of chaos would ensue? Someone had to stop this, but it was quickly coming to a head- This was going to end, one way or another- justice always found its way- but if she didn't do something then things weren't going to end very well at all..
"STOP!" She shouted, brushing out from behind her impromptu protector to take a step towards the two that were standing off. "Let us deal with this later- th-.. This is neither the time nor the place!" she cast her eyes about again, trying to make a point of it. Her gaze was pleading, let this end without blood. Too much blood already stained this city.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 9, 2016 14:22:07 GMT -6
The quite talking of everyone was a nice change of pace since everything else had happened. Asalah was feeling so much better than she had just a few minutes ago, but that feeling didn't seem to last long, as just when she finally felt at ease in the large crowd, Alarik rose up and started yelling about somebody stealing pearls. Quick as a flash, the mare turned to look behind her, eyes honing in immediately on the obviously Talorian horse that had been knocked over by... Wait a minute. There was no freaking way this guy was here in the crowd. She narrowed her eyes in an instant, annoyance slowly rolling off of her as she realized that she knew this horse. He had been the one to clear the way from earlier, and now that she had actually gotten a chance to look him over, she realized it was the horse that had tried to steal one of her bridles a few weeks back. She still felt pretty angry about the previous events. "That jerk tried stealing from me a few weeks ago. Stop him!" She yelled out, trying to pull his name forth from memory. It started with an R.... Rognak? Ragonork? It was something with a R, G, N and K in it... that was for certain. Not any sooner had she yelled out had she realized that others were already reacting to it. Sniffing in disdain, she decided to take note of their surroundings... Aside from a few bemused Chevaliers... everything seemed to remain unchanged. Hopefully it'd stay that way... Asalah by no means wanted to see a riot break out in the streets. [ Post 4 | 278 Words | Speed: Daily ]
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Aug 9, 2016 16:42:37 GMT -6
The sudden yells of strangers at this...Large stallion surprised Nerine. What was happening? Her eyes widened when she realised that her pearls were missing. Gifts from Talori, a parting gift from her parents....! "H-He stole my jewelry...?" The small mare asked naively, the heat that was in her face now boiled. She could feel the anger bustling up inside her chest and she hesitantly yelled. "What in the gods names do you think you are doing?!" The ambassador yelled, she knew Aodhians were fairly ruthless and seemed to cause trouble if you rolled on over into the poorer districts but at such a large event like this it was so unexpected! Nerine clenched her jaw and retook her proud stance, lifting her head tall with sharp eyes and stared at the stallion before a mare stepped in front of her. Nerine felt her heart pounding in her chest and she stared down at the ground in frustration, lifting her foreleg with no real direction as to what to do. What could a little thing like her do against a huge stallion? But after everyone's reactions, Nerine felt humbled and appreciative. These heathens were actually defending her? Maybe all Aodhians werent soooooo bad.... She blushed furiously out of anger and stomped her hoof back down. "I don't think this calls for violence but that is simply a humble Talorian's view...however...If you think it would be a good idea....I would like my pearls back, please!" Nerine couldn't help but let a little smirk creep up. Post 3 | Nerine | Talorian Emissary |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 17:55:58 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh Commoner
Before he was even able to get to his hooves, the large stallion was already getting surrounded. Shouts from all around him reached his ears, causing him to pin them against his neck and nearly shrink up as they all snitched on him. Taking a step back, he almost stepped on a smaller mare from the crowd. The others in the crowd seemed to squish back from the commotion, either giving them room or trying to stay out of the way of the fight that was about to go down. Ragnarok's cherry red eyes narrowed as he glared between each horse that tried to stand off to him. If they were alone, he could take them. Easily. All of them together? He wasnt so sure..
He opened his mouth to try to protest before a familiar voice reached his ears. His gaze shifted to find the blue roan mare he had.. met several weeks ago. He remembered how flustered she got from his playful teasing and flirtatious charm. But she called him a jerk? Oh, that was a bit harsh.
"Oh, Asalah, dear im honored you remember me." He purred, giving her a wink and blowing her a kiss. With a chuckle, he bit his tongue and examined the rest of the.. armchair heros. His brow quirked as the small zorse started yelling at him again, her voice just a pip in his ear. His head tipped to the side as he dipped it down to reach her eye level. A pout stretched across his lips, forming into a lopsided smirk. "Oh- i think i agree with the little roan over there," He spoke calmly, puffing his breath over the zorse's face and tipping his head toward Viona. He rose his head slowly, holding his head high and gazing down at them all with an unamused gaze.
"This really is not the time nor the place- do you really want to ruin the new noble's christening?" He questioned, taking a step back. "I know i sure dont.." Total lie, but he pretended it was true. "So i guess, i must be going~" He chirped, turning on his heel to leave the little vicious group.
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Post by kajejackson on Aug 9, 2016 19:19:41 GMT -6
Einar| Commoner (Merchant)|Words:398| Posts: 3 Einar's eyes widened and his whole body became alert at his friend's sudden outburst. He whipped his head around, focusing on the situation behind him. From a quick glance it appeared the larger stallion who had inadvertently lead the small group to their spots, had tripped over a small zorse. But Alarik's words made him focus on the stallion's scarf, where the fjord spotted the pearls in question hiding between it's folds. All the while the young stallion's face tightened into a mixture of anger and disgust. Only a few months ago he himself had had his purse stolen right from under his nose. And while, eventually, he did regain the lost shards with the help of Liri, the event had left a personal disdain for thieves fresh in his mind. The event also kept him from batting an eye as his flaxen friend challenged a horse with at least four hands on her easy. He had seen her courage in action and felt certain that she, along with all the other equine calling the thief out, could take him down easily. Although it appeared things weren't going to require such brash action after the victim urged them to stay peaceful. A statement which made all the more sense to Einar when she mentioned being from Talori. Despite still keeping his focus of the thief, he did make a mental note of that. Mainly since he couldn't recall meeting a Talorian before. The young dun tensed his muscles and took a short step towards the group as the black stallion stood and started talking. Readying himself for anything that might happen. But, almost to his disappointment, the thief seemed more than willing to cooperate. Talking calmly in a voice like silk, Einar started to relax as he mentioned not wishing to cause a scene at such an event. Making him a tinge embarrassed for the whole event happening immediately before some poor foals christening. However any such feelings were soon replaced with confusion and anger as the draft turned quickly and started on his way. "Hey! You're supposed to return the pearls first!" Einar yelled after him, trotting closer. While he didn't want the thief to get away with this, he also didn't want to go after him until he was sure the others would help. He still had his life ahead a head of him after all. |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 9, 2016 23:54:00 GMT -6
He had knocked over Nerine, ipped her pearls from her neck, 'apologized' (what a load of crap!) and now he was fucking walking away?! Hancock was normally a very chill horse, only fighting at the worst of times or when working at the pearl. He was there to kick out the riff raff, not start fights for fun.He was there to protect the girls and be a shield for them against those who would use their weight against them. He was fiercly loyal to them and his friends as well, willing to put his life down for them.He didn't like the idea of fighting anyways! he thought that it was best to live and let live... but now?
Fuck. That.
With a growl/grunt, Hancock lurched forward, pushing past Nerine and Viona and quickly catching up with the fleeing black stallion. He ignored what the new horse was about to say, throwing all his weight forward and slamming his body against the thief. Ayla's tits, he could see the look Lilith would be giving him now if she were here, but what was he to do! let this asshole waltz off with the ambasadors pearls? Snarling, Hancock lunged his head forwad and grabbed a handful of the frizzy red mane, ripping his head back with the locks firmly between his teeth.
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