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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 10, 2016 17:25:42 GMT -6
The sound of all the other horses turning towards Ragnarok was almost a little too much for Asalah. Even though nobody was directly staring her down or saying anything towards her, the space between everybody seemed to condense and what had originally been an relatively roughly drawn circle. Instead, they were all staring at the fiery maned stallion, but that wasn't what Asalah was focusing on. That is, until he blew her a kiss. Her mind stuttered out on her for a moment as she tried to comprehend what all happened. Rags was leaving the group behind as some of the others were yelling about him not giving the pearls back... and then to top it all off the guy who had been standing close to the Talorian was charging after the thief. Asalah's blood ran cold for a moment, her heartbeat raising up to her throat as she tried to process all that had been said. She hadn't meant to focus in on the stallion in question, but now all she could do was wonder if anything was about to happen. Without even meaning to, she wordlessly stepped closer to her sister. Hopefully a chevalier would be able to deal with this mess before it went too far out of hoof. [ Post 5 | 212 Words | Post Speed: Daily ]
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 10, 2016 18:25:44 GMT -6
It all started to kick off. Alarik hoped the weasel of a horse would give back the pearls but instead he insisted to walk away. Alarik scowled and gritted his teeth. But he wasn’t the only one who was a little peeved. The red coated commoner charge at the thief, attacking him. Alariks heart jumped into his throat. He didn’t want blood. He just hoped the idiot would give back the pearls but instead tried to chance it. If someone didn’t stop it now, someone would end with their guts spilled or their throat slit on the courtyard's cobble paving. He pinned his ears against his neck. Unsure what the others were about to do. He couldn’t read their minds quick enough. To many of them to focus on in a matter of seconds. In a moment of rash decision and before the others acted, he strided forwards, but it was too late the black horse had begun to retaliate. The crowd around them began gasping and backing up. Giving the fighting pair a bit more room and more or less so others didn’t get caught in the crossfire.
Al’s mind raced unsure what he could do to change the outcome of this. He was sure the horses he was able to see earlier on the balcony could now see the brawl unfolding below. Aodh making a fool of itself in front of another herds leader. Absolutely shameful. They both to have their heads cut off. “By the gods, someone stop this quickly” Hoping his prayer to be answered. He didn’t need another reason on why he hated Aodh.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 10, 2016 20:46:39 GMT -6
 " SILENCE." The words are shouted by an imposing Chevalier stationed at the palace gates, an iron hoof slammed to accent the command. His burning eyes shift between the trouble-makers, making note of Ragnarok in particular, to whom his look grows darkly warning for. " Stand reverent; the Christening begins!" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 21:08:15 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh CommonerHe'd heard the little merchant screaming at him to return the pearls, but chose to ignore him. What was he going to do about it? He would have confronted him about it, maybe given him a little scare, but this group was old news. All talk, no action. It was nice seeing Asalah again, but everyone else? They could just fuck off.
He was just about to slip into the crowd when he felt his hair grabbed, pulling his head back and to the ground, nearly throwing him off balance. The sudden movement caused the pearls to bounce and fall from their hiding place in his scarf, and giving Ragnarok one hell of a temper. He gritted his teeth together, fighting through the pain of his hair nearly being pulled from his neck, and used the momentum to slam his head against that of the smaller red stallion's. His aim was a little off due to the tight old the stallion had on him, but he had made an effort anyways.
"Oh, you want to fight??" He growled, slamming his hooves into the cobble stone street and making the pearls beside him bounce a little from his weight. Good, he had been itching for a good fight. Letting his body guards take care of all his squabbles was a good business move, but damn it was boring.
He was about to lunge back at the red stallion before a deep, piercing voice shot through the crowd, silencing everyone, including himself. Ragnarok froze in his tracks, turning his attention up to the Chevalier, and getting met with a stern glare in return. Well, shit. If there was one party the fiery manes stallion liked to stay away from, it was the Chevs. He shot a glare back to Hancock, kicking the pearls back at zorse. He kicked them a little too hard, causing them to roll right past her, but one would say he meant to do that. With a sneer, he rolled his eyes back toward the gates.
Oh well, he still had his prizes from his earlier pickings.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 10, 2016 21:45:19 GMT -6
It had been a long night, but Lilith had spent only a precious few of its hours asleep. The previous evening had ushered new life into the world, life that was precious and small but undeniably disquieting, and even as she nuzzled against her baby’s peachfuzz mane, Lilith could not shuck her anxieties. How would this child be received, when Valore’s political climate was nothing more than romanticized brutality? A wool was pulled over the eyes of the common folk, but Lilith knew its apathy and its violence, knew well the example it could make of a young, vulnerable girl. The politicians reacted to change with feigned grace and a knife in the dark, and the mare was under no illusion that her bloodline offered immunity to their games. No, Lilith was no fool. She was afraid and full of wonder, but she was no fool. The doors to her bedchamber creaked open, and Lilith swung her gaze to the intrusion, prickling. Her eyes met the burning blue of Ember, Adviser to the King, and the midwife that had served her faithfully only hours before. It was she who had orchestrated the Christening with unstoppable insistence and a passion that burned, rendering her fellow Advisers to insignificant bite-flies as she'd suggested, approved, and organized the unconventional event. For only Iscah, Lilith's eldest, had been graced with a formal Christening before now; the event was usually saved for direct heirs to the throne, a future Lilith had denied herself and her spawn with unapologetic choices. It was queer, and as Lilith peered into the severity of her gaze- indeed, the very depths of the abyss- she could not help but wonder if somehow, Ember knew. “My Lady," Came the grave voice that betrayed nothing at all, "it is time." ________________________________________ Inky hooves tapped a quiet, commanding melody as they traveled down the marble hallway, echoed by a dueting refrain. Ember did not look back over her shoulder as she walked, for she knew that she was followed, would have known even had she been unable to hear the clicking set of hooves, one heavy with fatigue, one light with youth, and both hesitant in wonder. No, Ember’s blazing blue gaze remained turned forward, as every fiber of her being blazed with the knowledge of what trailed in her wake. She felt it thrum with a burning thrill through her entire body, a sweeping rush that held her utterly and totally in thrall to her own senses, her own sense of the here and now. There was light, now, at the end of the hall, and Ember halted before it, inky hooves placed with unerring precision in the divide between. Ember hesitated, her face hidden in shadows as behind her the echoing refrain too trailed away into a watchful silence. It was a silence that stretched painfully between that razor divide- the future (hundreds of gathered faces turned towards them, witnessing the dawn of the new age) as well as the past (smoke choking the air, screams, snuffed out in a blazing heartbeat of eternity-) and Ember allowed herself a moment, only that one, to live between, on the precipice of what could be and what had been, and rare, unsought emotion temporarily rose up, filling her soul with a blazing surge. She closed her blue eyes, suddenly nothing more than another silent, yawning shadow. Tiny hooves, still soft with their newness, scuffed the floor behind her, and Ember’s gaze rekindled in the darkness. She of all equines here, ought to know better than to discard the present. She looked behind her finally, dipped her head gravely at mother and child, and then she strode forwards into the blazing sunlight of the courtyard. She allowed her gaze to sweep across the assembly, while the sun limned her ebony frame as if in greeting. “Children of the Fire, most esteemed and glorious citizens of Aodh,” she began, and though her voice was quiet, it nevertheless swept a dampening hush over the crowd. She waited a moment, to be certain that every eye was turned towards her, every ear perked and attentive. “I, on behalf of the King, thank all of you for attending on this glorious, historical day.” She paused again, and though the light remained as strong as ever, her own cerulean eyes seemed to blaze with greater intensity. “Yes, historical,” she continued over the soft murmurs, and her voice had strengthened, though it grew no louder. “You are gathered here today to witness not just the birth of a child into the house of Soleil, but to witness the dawn of our new age.” She tossed her head, eyes flashing, and did not wait for the murmurs to subside. “Citizens of Eithne, I invite you to now to share in the rekindling of your heritage, the flames that connect each and everyone of you to this esteemed land! The sun shines truly on Valore as we enter this new age, and as we fulfill our destiny, a destiny long denied to us! But you can no sooner deny your destiny than you can deny the turnings of the stars above, and so we stand together now, in this shining moment, and we meet our destiny!” With one decisive sweep of her ebony tail, Ember stepped to the side, revealing the Lady Lilith as she too stepped into the light, followed on hesitant hooves by… Ingrid.
Little peach cloven hooves stopped at the precipice where shadow met light. Rosy eyes peered out at the crowd, shining beneath the blue and violet iridescence of the scales that ran from the tip of her nose to the end of her tasseled tail. It was the first time she had felt direct sunlight; it was warm and comforting. “Come on, little one.” Chimed in her ears. The newborn stepped through the door and ran to her mother’s side, clinging close to the mare’s shadow. Even so, her form was unmistakable. She was a Kirin.  |
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 10, 2016 22:06:40 GMT -6
Hancock was ready for a fight, ready to get the taste of blood on his tongue and really let loose. He never really got riled up like this, ready to charge right in but something had snapped in him. This punk wasnt going to get far. When the horse pushed him off, Hancock slide back along the cobble, teeth bared as he stared at him "Fuckin bring it buddy!" Just as the brute was about to charge, Hancock began to rear, pushing his front legs off the ground and bringing up sharp hooves to catch the skin of the other horse.
But then a fucking chev had to step in.
Taking a deep breath, Hancock stumbled back and landed on his feet, lips pursed and ears back as the Chevalire called from the gate "fuckin- great, thanks Ignacio" he rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out for a moment. Just when he was about to have his fun. With a sigh, Hancock turned away from the brute, but glanced over "don't think this is over, buddy" he spat, going back over to Nerine and Viona. He rolle dhis shoulders, ears flicking back forward as he straightened up, remembering why he was here. Hancock gazed out ahead of himself to the palace, watching as...Fire lady...smouldergirl...fuck what was her name ...Ember! yes, watched as Ember stepped out. A grin spread on his lips as he saw Lilith come out as well, excited to see the new baby that would be added to her sqaud of children. He squinted slightly as he saw...purple? What, was she a hippocampu-
No flipping way. Those were scales. with a unicorn tail.
Hancocks mouth dropped, along with probably every other horse in the crowd, Standing silent; shocked. With a whoop, Hancock grinned and practically jumped "WOOHOO WAY TO GO, LILITH!!" he shouted excitedly, laughing. A fricken Kirin! She popped out a fricken kirin!!! He could hardly believe his eyes.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 10, 2016 23:09:41 GMT -6
His prayers were answered, “For once” He sighed. A chevalier had shouted above the crowd. Making the two stallion quit what they were doing. The air calmed a bit. The pearls were on the floor now. The black stallion kicked them across and Al watched as the skirted passed the ginger zorse and she attempted to find them. Feeling sorry on the mare, Talorian or not.
He turned back to the gate and offered her a space in the front. It was only fair since she was a lot smaller the most. The dark mare in front of the palace began calling out. At first Alarik didn’t exactly bother about what she was saying. Her voice projected out to the crowd, she spoke with power. Strong and proud. Rik twitched his ears at her words. “Come on, get with it” Alarik said aloud under his breath. The impatience and anticipation growing inside him. And then he say the child. At first thinking it was the light hitting her funny, but he was wrong so wrong. He fur glistened with purples and blues but it wasn’t fur. It was scales “Scales ? … SCALES! By the horns of Ignacio” He tilted his head in confusion. His stomach warmed. Her demeanour was somewhat calming but also scary to the teen. Really he was unsure what to feel in this moment.
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Post by kajejackson on Aug 11, 2016 8:10:35 GMT -6
Einar| Commoner (Merchant)|Words:427| Posts: 4 Einar finally gained the courage to lunge towards the criminal, fueled by the red bay stallion, as he himself bolted from his spot next to the Talorian and charged the fiery haired draft. He was convinced that as a group, they could totally take the large horse down. But, luckily for him, someone with far more authority was convinced they couldn't. The fjord came to a screeching halt as a cry came out from one of the chevaliers, ordering them to stop and pay attention to the christening. The christening?! he scoffed. Their was a thief in their midst! Of what importance is a foal compared to that! Besides, Lilith would just have another one within a year. But, despite his misgivings, the others seemed to find this justifiable cause. The black stallion even returning the peals -if a little passive aggressively- so the whole mess could be over. While Einar still desperately wanted to kick someone, he acknowledged that by returning his pickings, the dun's own sense of justice had been satisfied. There was nothing left for him to do but keep a weary eye on the attempted thief. Lest he try again. And with that settled Einar returned to his friends, standing close beside Liri as an adviser began her speech. He was still to hot under his silver collar to pay full attention, but he did catch snippets. Something about history, house of Soleil, dawn of a new age.. " Geez, really hyping it up huh?" He hissed to his flaxen friend. As the speech reached maximum levels of ridiculousness, so that he almost stopped listening, the black mare stepped aside to reveal the foal in question. At first glance Einar thought it simply a unicorn. A cute one, but nothing out of the ordinary. Until his eyes saw sunlight bouncing of it's...scales?! ' SURELY their kidding!' He thought with a chuckled. ' A kirin? really?! They had been extinct for....gods only know! Did they really expect us to buy that load of crap?' Almost more surprising than the foal was the reactions of the crowd. Hushed awe from some, muttered prayers from others, and shouts of indelicate congratulations from one. "Can you believe any of this?" He asked Liri, his expression riddled with confusion. But it seemed she was just was awestruck as anyone else, eyes wide and mouth agape. Which, for him was simply the cherry on the cake. The fjord couldn't help but laugh. This was simply too ludicrous not to! This was immensely more interesting than he could have possibly imagined. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Aug 11, 2016 11:02:36 GMT -6
She was just about to jump into the fight, right behind Einar, when a chevalier interrupted the scuffle. Liri turned to look at the offending stallion, shooting him a glare of her own to match his, before settling down to observe the christening. Einar was fidgeting at her side uncomfortably, nudging his collar to and fro. She sighed, ignoring the advisor's voice as she found Einar more interesting than the droning of the mare's voice.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the mare stopped, motioning behind her for Lady Lilith and the new baby to come forward. Liri huffed, completely bored with the entire proceeding. That was, until she saw the new kid.
Blue and purple scales, with little nubs where horns would soon grow in, and a tail like a unicorn. Everything went quiet as everyone held a collective breath.
This can't be. What does this even mean? Liri thought, awestruck. She couldn't take her eyes off of those shimmering scales, dancing in the light as the little filly tried to hide behind the princess.
"WOOHOO WAY TO GO LILITH!!" Someone screamed from behind her, but Liri didn't turn to look. She was still on the astonishment page. Then Einar laughed, probably at her. He did have a habit of doing that.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 11, 2016 15:44:49 GMT -6
Asalah relaxed as soon as a chevalier stepped up, calling for quiet. Relief washed over her as she turned towards Airita, her body shifting as she turned away from Ragnarok, Hancock and the others to see what kind of child had been brought into the world. She flicked her ears back as a sudden hush fell over the crowd around her... until finally, a young filly stepped out into the open. Asalah's jaw hit the floor. Standing before the entire city was a small kirin, the first to be seen in what was probably ages. Fear gripped her heart in an instant, her eyes widening as she realized what this could all mean. She knew the story of the god's war relatively well -- if only because she loved reading almost as much as she loved bridle making. Slowly, she regained her composure and closed her mouth with an audible click, her green eyes turning towards the rest of the crowd. She only wished that Evalynn was here to see this momentous occasion. She hoped that everything was going well in Breim, but that was something that she'd have to think about in the future. For the time being, horses were yelling and asking questions, confusion and excitement filled the air. Asalah was pretty sure she even heard one of the horses near her scream out Lilith's name. She frowned at that, but pushed it off, her eyes focusing in on her sister. She was excited, scared, and more than anything uncertain... and she wasn't sure her sister knew what this meant. Post 6 | 261 words | Speed: Daily
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 12, 2016 0:22:07 GMT -6
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The moment of tension snapped when another horse, a dark-grey mare with a painted face, called over- breaking the circle that had been birthed from the confrontation at hand. So this thievery wasn't isolated nor directed towards anyone. That didn't surprise Viona, but that still didn't mean that brawling in a crowded courtyard- before the Grand Palace no less- was the answer. Viona glanced to her left, hoping to see a chevalier that she could call for to settle this, but when she caught the eyes of one- she knew that no help could be found. How corrupt, how unfitting. Dimitri wouldn't have allowed this- but perhaps that was because he was a true citizen at heart. Not just some, some grunt... Viona shoved aside the sour thought memories of her late escort Goffrey whizzing past at a dizzying speed, oh.. oh how she'd come to actually feel anger rather than guilt when he'd deserted her in the woods with that cultist..
Never mind that.
Nerine seemed to have finally come to her senses, because the ginger mare had begun to yell at the thieving stallion, her voice shrill and disbelieving- Of course, it made sense if she was Talorian. Being an ambassador, she'd probably yet to witness the dark ashen underbelly of Aodh. The city was beautiful, fiery, full of vigor and enchantment- but it was sinful, and just as terrible.. Viona felt a bubbling of shame in her chest. This attack on Nerine would not go unnoticed. Fortunately, things seemed to come to a resolve as the stallion rose, admitting that certainly he would not put a damper on the Christening by starting a fight. Viona felt unease trickle down the length of her spine, like an icy drop of rain that soaked her back and made the hairs in her crest itch... The way he looked at them all.. This wasn't over- not by a long shot, but maybe? Viona's hopes came crashing down when instead of returning the zorse ambassador's pearls, he.. walked off. Turned around and began making his own merry way. That was it. Viona had little time to react before Hancock erupted from behind her and Nerine at full tilt, throwing his entire weight atop the perpetrator and grabbing a mouthful of his mane. That caught him off guard- but with the given momentum the draft threw Hancock from his hold- sending the lighter stallion sliding back against the ground. Hooves slammed against cobblestone and Viona felt the vibration from where she stood- warily, she stepped closer to Nerine, slightly shielding in case the thunder rolled their way. She was bigger- she just might be able to take the brunt of it. The fighting however, wouldn't get that far. As pearls fell to the ground a booming voice demanded attention. Oh, blessed father of flames. Finally! A chevalier had cast a look of ice at the fighting pair and immediately the tables turned, the fighting stopped- and the christening of the royal newborn was to commence. Viona sighed with relief, whispering a prayer of thanks beneath her breath. The merchant that had originally caught the thief in the act walked around past her and retrieved the point of all this madness, returning the glimmering pearls to Nerine. Viona smiled at that- noting that Hancock had come to stand by them again, huffing quietly as their attention was drawn once more to the gates, to the balcony. Upon the alabaster stone stood a face that she did not quite recognize, but surely she must know- it was Ember. Adviser to the King. Her voice drew Viona in like a moth to a candle, the grandeur with which the mare spoke was like living poetry.. Regardless of the truth behind Lilith's many offspring, Viona was enthralled. Regardless of how insignificant this foal may be in the line of succession- Viona was entranced.
Then, the purpose behind this congregation, appeared alongside the pale face of the all too familiar Lady Lilith.
Iridescence caught Viona's eye first, then the thin little leonine tail.. then, "WOOHOO WAY TO GO, LILITH!!" Hancock cried, shattering the silence that had befell the crowd. A ripple rose from there, hushed murmurings, whispers, voices getting louder as conversation mingled with the air of confusion and awe. That tiny little foal, daughter of house Soliel.. Was a kirin.
Viona tried to absorb that, tried to absorb the fact that there was a very extinct creature standing on that balcony. Well, extinct until now.. Almost everyone knew the tale- the God's War. She- a past slave- even knew how the kirins had been erased from existence- and yet... There one stood. Young, beautiful, and very alive.
"This.. This changes everything." Viona murmured, blinking in astonishment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2016 10:35:10 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh CommonerHis ears flicked back as commotion started in the balcony. A mare emerged, though the stallion didnt know who she was. She was important, but other than that? He didnt really care. His gaze shifted around the crowds beside him, waiting to catch their reactions in case he had to.. do something. He was rather inept at the whole "formal" social scene, making his own lumbering form feel a little out of place. His ears pinned as the red stallion from before suddenly screamed out over the quiet courtyard, his eyes narrowing with irritation and ratty tail twitching. What the fuck, he thought bitterly, getting ready to turn around and snap at him again.
That was until he looked up.
Colorful scales glistened in the sunlight as the small foal stepped out to greet her herdmates. Ragnarok's ears flicked at the sound of gasps and the utter silence that had fallen, apart from the obnoxious screaming stallion anyways. He shuffled his hooves with impatience, his ears flicking as he didnt know how to respond. He despised the nobles, hated that he was here to see a bratty kid roll out so her mother could show her off, but a kirin? Granted, Ragnarok didnt care much for the history of his herd, or religion at all for that matter; but the words spoken by the light mare before him was true. Things were changing, and for the better, he hoped. A smirk played across his lips as he thought to the Kirin destruction.
That still didnt change the fact that he didnt like kids, and he didnt want to be here.
"Oh bother." He muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. "Someone was trying really hard for the spotlight."
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Aug 14, 2016 12:15:40 GMT -6
Nerine growled as her pearls rolled past her, letting Hancock go off to start a fight with that ginger stallion...
She twisted away from the situation, ear flicking back at the bellow of a Chevalier demanding silence. Nerine couldn't quite care, she was too busy focused on her damn pearls with determination to not let any other horse grab at her expensive outfit... This day could not have already gotten worse than it was now, scrounging around along the cobble trying to push past legs to grab her pearls.
Using her telekinesis, the little mare scooped up her pearls quickly before another horse could snatch them up out of curiosity. Oh Cascade.... She grumbled under her breath, she couldn't quite hear what Ember was saying. Great! Now she was missing the celebration! Was the foal already presented? Gosh darn it, Nerine turned back around, her hair covering her eyes and out of frustration she whipped her head back.
The sounds of the horses around her cheering, some making quiet comments- Why were they that excited for a foal?
But it was when her forelock settled out off her face... It was...It was a...K-Kirin....? Her eyes widened and she let out a loud cry of distress.
"No!"
The mare furiously shook her head, this couldn't be possible- this SHOULDN'T be possible! Her heart began to thump loudly in her chest, ears ringing from the sudden overwhelming sensation of this news. This wasn't good news. She had to get back to Talori immediately and warn the council and Divine. Her body shuddered and a numbness came across her legs. She had to leave. Now. With no plans on sticking around Nerine swung her legs up in the air and twisted mid-movement, trying to burst through the crowd and make her way home to pack her things but all was in vain for she tumbled to the ground. Body lolloping with a heavy thud as she lost control of her senses and body - Fainting from the startling shock and horror. |
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Post by Queerly on Aug 15, 2016 20:35:15 GMT -6
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As the reality of what they were seeing settled among the gathered masses, Lilith felt fear coil a tight knot in her stomach. She had expected the reception to be mixed, had surmised that many among the populace would call foul. These were conditions fit for a riot, and as murmurs rose, Lilith unconsciously moved to block her daughter from sight- and potential violence.
“Mama?” Taavi’s voice called.
Lilith swung her gaze to the older children, and let the first of few smiles touch her lips. It was a watery smile that didn’t touch her eyes, but children, at least, could be fooled by such things. Bentley seemed to be enraptured by her little sister, but Taavi’s gaze was full of precocious concern. Lilith couldn’t let him know she was afraid. “Shh, come here.” The mare cooed, leaning to nuzzle the boy’s sprightly curls. “We’ll go over your questions later, okay?”
It was with a mute note of pride that Lilith watched Bentley address the newborn, making promises of protection and love. Raised them right, she thought, before her attention focused on Bones. Oh, sweet Bones, at least she knew there would be no trouble from him. Her lips had just begun to form thanks when Isador made his move, storming the stage with quiet, cool dignity. Nothing of his form radiated anger or threat, and yet as he spoke, the knot in her belly grew tighter.
As Isador approached, Ember favored her fellow Adviser with a gaze effortlessly composed. It was not the first time she had been approached with intent, nor would it be the last, and even in her current state the mare could feel the flicker of his emotions, could spy the pain that was hidden and the suspicion that certainly was not. For a moment, just the lifespan of a spark, Ember allowed herself to feel the stirrings of guilt - and then smothered it, raking ash over those long hated embers.
“Of course.” She murmured, and were she the sort to smile, Ember might have then.
Her gaze flicked away from him as though she had forgotten his existence in the same instant. Cool blue raised high to the balcony, finding the War Lord who watched them yet. Ember had not missed the mare’s claim of trickery. How could she? Kaia’s people had all the finesse of the rocks they worshiped; naturally, their leader would have audacity in spades.
“Adviser Isador,” Ember said, and though she did not raise her voice particularly high, the words carried, demanding rapt attention. “I’m certain that you are privy to the attributes of our Lord’s chosen people, but perhaps our foreign friends are not so well informed.”
The Adviser looked to Lilith, and inclined her chin. Tentatively, the mother shifted her weight, allowing her newborn to come into view once again.
“You see,” Ember continued, “not only do Kirins bear the same scales as our God in Heaven, but they are also the only creatures of equinity who can withstand His Flame.”
The mare did not allow the words to settle. She looked at the child and caught hold of her with a burst of telekinetic power, pulling Ingrid’s young form into the light of the sun.
"Kirins," Ember said, each word spoken slowly, "Do not burn."
Lilith felt her heart stop. There was a moment, a moment in which she could have moved, could have lunged and thrust herself between her baby and the Adviser’s disturbed intent. There was a moment in which she could have stopped it, and gods be damned, she didn’t, for the Lady was paralyzed, hooves weighted and a scream stuck in her throat.
She would remember that failure for the rest of her life. She would wake up with it, and go to sleep with it, would relive it in dreams and in her waking hours. Always she would remember how she had frozen, and watched her baby be set alight.
For Ember did not reconsider or hesitate. Standing with the sun at her back, Ember inhaled - and breathed fire.
The scream held hostage in Lilith’s chest broke free of its fetters. She wailed, the sound entirely inequine, her eyes reflecting the thick, blue flame that had engulfed her newborn daughter. The child gave a frightened bleat, but Lilith could not see her. There was only the fire, the bright light, reaching towards the sky as though calling for the Lord of Flame himself.
Lilith lunged. The blaze reached for her legs, licking flesh and fur with almighty heat, but it didn’t matter. The scent of her own burning hair filled her nose, but it didn’t matter. Her hoof found Ingrid’s scalding scales, and the Lady meant to curl her leg around the baby’s middle, to pull her from the flame-
Someone, somewhere manifested a force field. The light shield struck Lilith hard, throwing the exhausted, horrified mother to the ground. Her cannons ached, showing red beneath what remained of her fur. “Ingrid!” She cried, struggling to sit up, “Ingrid-”
Her breath caught in her throat. There stood Ingrid, shivering in the light, smoke wafting from her glittering scales… and not a single hair so much as singed. Indeed, the child seemed wholly unharmed, save for the fear that had her trembling.
Lilith’s rosy gaze met Ember’s cool blue, and then she was up, scrambling to her baby on burned, unsteady legs.
“Kirins,” The Adviser repeated, turning to address those assembled, “do not burn.”
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 16, 2016 18:55:27 GMT -6
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No sooner had the sisters joined the conversation, the other familiar horse -- Alarik? -- begun to shout. Airita turned her head, watching the commotion. Should she try to stop him? Her size sure would be an advantage agaisnt the other large horse. She did perk up when Asalah shouted that he had stolen from her before, and the stallion had the audacity to wink at her and blow her a kiss. Airita hid a snort. This must be Ragnarok, the thief that her sister had ranted about again and again and who, Airita admitted, was quite easy on the eyes. No wonder why Asalah didn't stop talking about him that day.
So, is this your boyfriend, sis? She thought sarcastically, hiding a smile.
Thankfully, Airita didn't need to intervene, as a Chevalier standing guard quickly put an end to the squabble and announced the start of the christening. She nuzzled Asalah's shoulder in comfort as she pressed closer. Ragnarok didn't seem keen to fight a Chevalier, so they all quieted down to see the arrival of the newest member of Aodh's royalty.
Also the greatest surprise the city had seen in years, it seemed.
While most horses yelled compliments or muttered disbelief, Airita remained pretty chill about the whole thing. She saw the scales and the tail and the small horns of Lilith's newest foal, of course, but she only smiled a bit.
So the kid was half dragon. Big deal.
Well, Airita was happy to see that the Kirins hadn't been completely exterminated -- that was good. But she never saw much difference between them and hippocampi, pegasi or unicorns. Airita didn't truly believe in the gods, and was certain Kirins had just been an ambitious race that was exterminated. Some must have survived and sired that foal, so in a way, it was nice. To see that it hadn't really been a genocide. That that race could still survive.
"It had to be you, eh, Lilith?" Airita muttered, still smiling softly. Evalynn's 'friend' was actually someone nice, even if Airita wasn't too close to her. And she did really care for her foals, which was enough for the mare to have at least some faith in her. The little one would be well-loved, that was for certain.
Nerine's collapse was much more surprising to Airita, though. "Really?!" She asked, eyes wide with surprise. "It's just a foal with scales, what is wrong with you?" She asked the fainted horse. "Never heard of a Kirin before?" She huffed, flicking her ears, annoyed. "I'm kinda glad we left Talori then." Airita muttered softly, to herself.
She probably would have tried to help the fallen emissary, though, when another commotion got her attention. Lilith was screaming, putting herself between one of the Advisers and her filly. Said Adviser was breathing fire - much to Airita's uneasiness - towards the foal.
The small Kirin was not harmed, though Lilith certainly was. Airita's eyes were wide. Now this was... Too much. Dumbstruck, the draft horse stared at the shocked filly and injured mother. "What... Just happened?" She asked, mostly to herself. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Louder, this time. "And they say Talorians have disgusting customs?! What the fuck?!" The mare had the decency to lower her voice, but... A baby. A fucking baby. Why would they try to roast a baby???
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 16, 2016 21:13:46 GMT -6
The spark of fire that rose up around the Kirin child caused Asalah's entire world to shake. The scream coming from Lilith, whom was decent... friends with her sisters... caused the mare's hair to stand on end. She didn't want to ever hear anything that involved that scream ever again. It was bone chilling, and no matter how much she wanted to hide her ears and ignore the scene before her... she couldn't. That is, until her sister started speaking up. Asalah heard her sister's exclamation and immediately bumped into her sister with force, looking at her with wide eyes as she yelled out about how people spoke of Talori's customs. She hadn't let anything slip just yet, but she seemed to be extremely close to telling the other horses about what their home herd was like. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling concern wash over her as her baby sister was yelling. "Airita don't you dare say anything more." She whispered into her sister's ear, her own heart hammering in her chest. She might have been amazed by the kirin before, but now all she wanted to do was get away from this place... and keep her sister from saying more about the customs of their herd... especially with the -- fainted... when the hell had that happened...?-- emissary so close to them. She sucked in a breath, concerned that more horses would turn towards the two sisters. Post 7 | 239 Words
OOCAlso becuase I have to share this:
Julie | Queerly: THIS IS THE EQUIVELENT,
OF A HUMAN BEING PRESENTED A DINOSAUR
DON'T YAWN ARITIA
Tayler | Dappledsun: there would be those that would yawn at it though
Julie | Queerly: BULLSHIT
IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING DINOSAUR
yes I had the video ready
DEFINITE OOC Alternative universe: Post written by queerly I am dead.
Asalah looked to her sister, her furrowed brow framing eyes that betrayed her disbelief- and disgust. She willed herself to take a breath, hold it, to count to three, yet it did nothing to relieve the righteous fury that permeated her senses and bathed everything and everyone in a shade of bright, vindictive scarlet. "Airita," She whispered, the deadly pitch contrasting the high-pitched murmurs of fear and outrage, "You don't motherfucking yawn at a motherfucking dinosaur, what the fuck holy shit,"
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 17, 2016 6:59:36 GMT -6
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A sharp push was enough to make the mare to focus again, and Airita looked down to see Asalah whispering something about shutting up. It was just then that she realized she had spoken of Talorian customs. Airita shot her sister a sheepish look, immediately closing her mouth. She probably didn't 'mutter' as softly as she believed, but at least she hadn't shouted either. Most horses had been focused on the baby, and before that, Ragnarok. Airita had stayed behind, so hopefully they were out of earshot... Same with the chevalier who had snapped at them once.
But she was still quite angry, even if her expression had been schooled firmly by Asalah's warning. Airita had never really accepted Talorian customs either, but seriously, a foal? If this kid was as special if everyone made it seem (and it's not that Airita wasn't surprised, she just assumed a few kirins had escaped the 'extinction' of their race -- Hireath was huge enough to hide a small population if they were smart enough), why would an Adviser try to harm it?
"Sorry," she muttered softly, this time making sure just Asalah would be able to listen. Because they were so close, sometimes she didn't need words to express herself to her sisters. Right now, Airita looked down at Asalah with a look that said 'if you wanna go home, it's okay... I'm really really sorry.'
And she did feel awful for stressing Asalah out. Some of the more... Disturbing practices from her herd had always been a source of disgust and anger for Airita, and while Aodh could be crazy she never expected something like that. Especially with a foal that was so important for the horses of Aodh. Airita had to work on controlling her big mouth.
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SHE DIDN'T ///YAWN/// OKAY
SHE's SURPRISED JUST NOT
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And if it is a mothefucking dinosaur WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO TOAST IT
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Post by NorthernMyth on Aug 17, 2016 8:14:55 GMT -6
There was a long moment of silence in the crowd. Murmurs could be heard, here and there though Alarik kept his eyes on the foal, mesmerised by her appearance. Not noticing the ginger zorse now fainted on the floor and now a few around her.
He watched Lilith’s other foal, Bently address the newborn. Though many couldn’t hear what the filly said her kirin sister, Alarik heard it loud and clear. He smiled a little of the kindness that came from her mouth.
The adviser spoke up again, this time there was something sinister about the way she spoke. Her words made Alarik uneasy, it almost made his skin itch as it stood up on end. Before she brought the foal closer to her. Alarik cocked his head again at what her intent was.
“Kirins … Do not burn”
Alarik’s heart beat out his chest, He felt himself burn up. Lilith's thoughts screamed at him. At that moment his feelings turn into hers. She was paralyzed, stuck. Alarik watched of what seemed to go on forever in slow motion as Ember took a breath and blew at the foal. Lilith scream filled the air and if horses weren’t paying attention before, well now they are. Alarik pushed himself closer the gate, wishing he could do something as the foal eaten by a flame of blue. In a quick jump Lilith lashed forward, grabbing the newborn and the air filled with the smell of burning fur. At first unknown if it was the foal or the princess.
A force field surrounded itself around the newborn throwing the mare to the ground. Alarik could only watch in horror.
“Ingrid!” The grey Arabian mix yelp. The crowd finally hearing the fillies name, She went to call it a second time but stopped. The chestnut teen glared at Ingrid in awe. She was left unharmed. Her scales smouldering but untouched. His eyes widened.
The Advisor repeated herself. “Kirin’s, do not burn”
Alarik gritted his teeth. If it was his child he would have lashed out at her by now. Screaming at the top of his lungs he would. But he could only glare at her with hatred from a distance.
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Post by kajejackson on Aug 18, 2016 20:30:59 GMT -6
Einar| Commoner (Merchant)|Words:319| Posts: 5| +15 FVR, +10 AP, +10 CS Einar slowed his laugh to a chuckle, as the advisor continued her speech, still convinced this was all a hoax. I mean, what else could it be? Miraculously giving birth to a member of a long extinct species, one seen as a symbol of Aodh, so soon after the city was attacked? The timing was too good to be true. Though he had to admit, it was a good hoax. The scales seemed almost real. ...Almost. The dun shook his head with a wry grin, convinced the best part of the show was over. But as he looked back and forth at his friends, his ears caught as the adviser's speech reached it's ominous climax. "Uh duh kirin's don't burn. Even a foal knows tha-" He started with a scoff, before finally realizing what those words meant. "S-Surely she wouldn't..." The fjord muttered under his breath, his grin turning into a confused smile, before finally turning into all out horror. He watched in stunned silence as the black mare used Ignacio's own blessing on the filly who bore such a resemblance to him. Mouth agape, he leaned closer to Liri's side, seeking some explanation, or at least comfort, in his friend. As the smoke settled, Einar looked unblinkingly at the foal, almost more stunned she survived the flames unscathed, than the fact that she was put through them in the first place. "Dear gods.." He said in hushed awe. She- she actually is a kirin. He took a moment to process this, trying to add it all up in his head. But the very idea of a living breathing kirin, being born to Princess Lilith of all people, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. And seriously doubted it he ever will. Einar was starting to see why his friends had such reservations about coming today. You go to a celebration anymore and gods know what will happen! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 0:01:20 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh CommonerThe sound of Lilith's screams caught the stallion's attention by storm, his ears flicking forward and gaze rising just in time to see the small filly lit up in blue flame. The flame crackled and popped in his cherry red gaze, a grin stretching across his features. It was one thing to be burning the Vagabonds- but this? Burning a child? He could barely hold back the cheers in his chest while the filly stood frighted.. but unscathed. Kirins do not burn. Damn right they didnt, and the dark stallion was witnessing it with his own eyes. He could hardly believe it. He turned to glance between the horses at his side, smirking at the horrified looks on their faces and timid whispers. His ears flicked at the sound of Airita's outburst, followed but murmurs of others around him. Even the damn Talorian passed out. Gritting his teeth together, the stallion rolled his eyes.
"Oh, grow up, would ya?" He hissed with an irritated stomp of a cracked hoof. "She's obviously not harmed- she is fire bred after all." He snorted, turning his attention back to the foal, whos presence he had been so annoyed about before. Now, now, he knew she was a real Kirin. He didnt understand Lilith's reaction, and honestly thought she was overreacting. She knew her daughter was a Kirin, meaning she should have known the fire would have been just fine. His eyes narrowed as his mouth scrunched up into a tight line. "A bit of a scare early in life never hurt anyone." He muttered under his breath, taking note of the child's trembling form.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 21, 2016 18:38:57 GMT -6
One minute Hancock was standing and smiling, cheering for his friend and the new baby and the next he was trying to get Nerine to wake up. He had turned his head soon enough to see her slowly falling over following the announcement and arrival of the baby Kirin. Uttering a quick shit under his breath, he hurried over to where she was, kneeling down and trying to find something to fan her face "Nerine?! shit Nerine come on. It's just a little baby!" he said worriedly, his heart pumping a little faster. Grabbing a pamphlet that was advertising the christening, he began to fan her face, her orange locks flicking away. Turning his head, Hancock looked back up to the balcony just in time to see the bloom of fire.
Hancock's eyes widened, his heart and stomach dropping as he watched the child become engulfed in flames "What the fuck is she doing!" he yelled, standing upright and forgetting about Nerine entirely. He pressed closer to the gate, mouth open as he watched the lingering flames finally disapate. expecting a pile of shared horse, Hancock was about to turn his head away when he saw her standing there, unhurt. Letting out a sigh of relief, Hancock flicked his ears back, looking back at the thief "Why don't you just fuck off, you obviously dont want to be here you piece of shit" he hissed, nose flared.
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 21, 2016 19:40:47 GMT -6
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The thief spoke up again, and for once Airita wished she was the one with the fire powers instead of Evalynn so she could burn the expression off Ragnarok's face. What the hell was he thinking? Another horse piped up, and Airita nodded softly to herself, agreeing with him. Given that this stallion was also the only one that checked on the emmisary - she felt a bit guilty at that thought - she liked him already.
With a sound akin to a growl, Airita whirled towards Ragnarok, using every inch available to her to face the stallion. He wasn't much bigger than her, anyway. "Speaking like that? You're just pissed because someone is getting more attention than you for a second, right?!" The mare pushed closer, just an inch between them. "Well Mr. Big Deal, lemme tell you something. You. Do. Not. Scare. A. Fucking. Newborn. Like. That. Don't like it? Fuck off. I don't give a shit if you're with Evalynn or not, I can get my sister to burn your sorry little ass whenever I want, so you can get a taste of how that feels. I have a feeling -you- aren't immune to fire, right, buddy?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2016 20:05:54 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh CommonerHis ear twitched at the sound of the red stallion calling him out, but ignored him like a silly little bug in his ear. The scrawny thing obviously wanted a fight, but Ragnarok chose brush him off.. mainly because of the chevalier near by. It was then that the spotted mare twirled toward him, shoving herself in his personal space and trying to make him the bad guy.. silly, right? An amused smirk twitched as his lips as he narrowed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, leaning into her with a glare shooting into her own irritated gaze.
"Tell me one thing, is that filly hurt?" He spat, push against her roughly to get her out of his face.. or at least to try to. "You raise a child coddling it all its life, its gonna grow up to be a fucking wuss." He scoffed, taking a step back. "Shes just getting a taste of what the real world is like. Best to start 'em young. That little thing wont be scared of shit." He gave a glance up to the newborn before glaring back down at Airita with fire in his eyes.
He chuckled at her mention of Evalynn, rolling his eyes and flicking his messy forelock from his eyes. "Do i look like a Kirin to you?? Of course im not immune to fire, smartass." He replied, his muzzle twitching with a snarl. He paused briefly, tapping his hoof in the ground before letting his smirk return to his features. Ah, Evalynn "And dont worry, she's already done that plenty of times." He gave her a small wink, biting his tongue between his teeth.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 21, 2016 20:18:07 GMT -6
Asalah conveniently was too busy trying to get the screams of her sister's friend out of her head while the other horses were bickering behind her. She heard Airita's voice raise above the others and then Ragnarok was responding all over again. She flicked her ears back, turning away from the Kirin to glance and see if there were any Chevaliers nearby that would try to keep yet another fight breaking out.
Damn, the fiery maned stallion sure did know how to anger others. Asalah's ears flicked back and in an instant she turned to see her sister and the stallion right on top of each other.
Oh no. Asalah thought, her stomach dropping in that moment. She had seen that face on Airita once before. Quickly, she did what she knew she had to do. Quickly stepping into the way of both horses. It had to look hilarious from afar though, as Asalah was a good hand a half shorter than her sister and the other horse. "Hey, cut it out." She said sharply, aiming her gaze towards Airita to ensure that her sister was the one taking the brunt of her voice. She did not want to even look at Ragnarok, for fear that he would try blowing kisses at her or giving her other flirtatious looks. Nope, she was just going to focus on Airita. "I do not want to explain to Evalynn that you got into a damn fight and I had to bail you out of this mess." She flicked hear ears back, staring her sister down. "He's not worth your time, Rita. He's just a stupid stallion who thinks the world owes him everything because his childhood sucked."
She huffed, turning towards Hancock and the other horses nearby. Gods, and I thought dealing with the vindicators was bad. I'd almost consider this to be worse. She then turned her gaze towards Ragnarok. "No child deserves to learn that the world is such a dangerous place at that age. There are other things that will teach her those lessons in time, jackass."
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Aug 24, 2016 13:51:09 GMT -6
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The volume of the crowd increased slowly, rumbling like thunder across the courtyard. Viona recoiled suddenly when Nerine cried out in distress. What was wrong? Certainly the rebirth of this once gone species was a joyous occasion? Viona wasn't quite certain herself, not with the way everyone was reacting... Especially the Talori ambassador, whom as of that moment looked ready to pass out from sheer fright. It confused Vi, what was so terrifying about this newborn? All to soon was her observation correct, as the little ginger mare reared up and turned on her heel, attempting to escape the choking throng of equines around them when she fainted. With a less than graceful whump, she collapsed upon the cobblestone in a disorientated heap. "By Ignacio! Nerine?" Viona looked over her withers, and turned just in time to watch Hancock come to the zorse's rescue for the second time that day, ever the gentleman as he fanned the fallen mare with a pamphlet that'd been pilfered from a nearby commoner. Ember's words fell on them with a purpose, but did not truly cross through her own ears until the screaming started. Viona's head whipped around so fast she could've sworn she'd felt it pop, but none of that mattered as she witnessed the atrocity that was the burning of the newborn kirin.
Blue fire, straight from the black advisor's throat, had engulfed and consumed the babe in mere seconds, poor Lilith had been the one to scream her child's name. As soon as they appeared, the flames dissipated, the child... Unharmed?! Had she been trying to prove a point? Had their Advisor really jeopardized the life of this innocent child just to prove that it was true? Kirins do not burn.. By the Gods above, by the holy fire of Ignacio.. Just how far would their kingdom stoop to appease these other nations? How far would they stoop to uphold their 'glorious' reputation. Viona felt a bitterness in her mouth and her ears laid flat against her neck. This was an outrage, and for once she felt one with those around her as anger began to boil in her heart. Oh, her homeland never ceased to disgust her, never failed to let her down with it's superficiality and barbarism. Thankful she was however, that the child appeared untouched by the scalding heat of fire.. Hopefully justice would find its way, though the blue-eyed mare doubted that a hoof would be lifted at the expense of this treachery.
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Post by inke-ri on Aug 25, 2016 10:14:04 GMT -6
"Won't be scared of shit?" Airita asked, shocked. "You're trying to convince me that setting fire to a filly that was born hours ago won't have any effect on her? What the hell is wrong with you?" Her ears pinned agaisnt her neck as Ragnarok continued, and she was about to show him how one does not need fire to hurt another, when Asalah's voice cut trough her system, for the second time that day. This time, however, her sister's eyes were cold instead of frantic, and directed at-- her? Really? She was defending Ragnarok out of the two of them?
In her anger and surprise, Airita didn't bother paying attention to Asalah's final words to her, stopping caring after she told her that the stallion was not worth her time. She was incredibly surprised that Asalah could actually agree with him. Suddenly, she wasn't angry at the stallion. She was angry at her sister. She, who was always surprised by Aodh's most barbaric traditions, didn't care anymore? Because she met this guy once? Well, screw her.
"We'll talk about this when we get home." She spat stiffly, not bothering to see if Asalah was paying attention and turning her back on her sister, refusing to listen what else she said.
As she padded away from the other two, Airita found herself standing by a roan mare, a stallion, and the fallen emissary. From their voices, she assumed the mare's name was Nerine. "Is she getting better?" She asked the two of them, trying to put the confrontation between her and Asalah out of her mind.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 27, 2016 22:17:02 GMT -6
Ember | Adviser
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There. It was done. The child had burned, burned bright and glorious for all to see, and then she had been revealed whole and unharmed. Having devoted only the bare minimum of concentration needed to maintain and then extinguish the flames, the majority of Ember’s focus remained, as ever, on the crowd. The Aodhians, children of the glorious fire.
She did not bat a single eyelash as chaos erupted, but merely stood quietly, unsurprised, an ebony statue as the voices of the people washed over her.
“What the hell!” rose the voice of an outraged peasant, shocked into unwary boldness in a sea of nobles, then quieted to angry murmurings, even invoking the water god, too dense (ever the peasant) to see the true glory, the true miracle that was the kirin child in front of her face.
The Talori Emissary herself looked to have fainted; well, then. Cascade’s children, it seemed, were only able to stomach scheduled drownings, and only if dressed in the trappings of ceremony and celebration. They were truly as multifaceted and slippery in their convictions as She who was their patron. Ember struggled not to roll her eyes.
“What the fuck is she doing!” Another commoner, another child of flame with all of fire’s impulsivity, but lacking in any sort of finesse.
“Ah, hell.” Again, Ember fought to control her expression; trust a War Forged to cast a flattering light on even the most crude of Aodhians.
“Stop it, Ember,” and ah, there finally was the voice of Bones, a fellow adviser as he shoved past her. A valuable voice, in the balancing act that was advising the King, but soft hearted, short sighted, with absolutely no sense of decorum in front of the masses. Not a dragon? Ah, Bones. We are all of us dragons, if only we could remember it.
“Dear gods.” Ah, no more than a whisper on the wind, but the reverent, awed words might as well have been shouted, and Ember’s eyes glowed, her heart swelling uncomfortably with emotion.
“What the hell, Ember!” these furious words were flung at her hooves like a scattering of ash, and Ember dropped her eyes, briefly, to Lilith’s seething child, immediately shushed by his slave and Isador who had it seemed, finally gained his composure. Enough to chastise the unruly colt, at least, and to even direct his last words at her, though in an oblique and thoroughly subtle manner. That was more like him. Good. His was a flame that could not long remained smothered.
Then he addressed the crowd.
“Citizens of Eithne, honored guests, a glorious day is indeed upon us, and you are invited to meet this harbinger of our new age.” And he stepped aside, sleekly pushing her to the side. The petty power struggles that mortals choose to wage must mean nothing to the watching Stars, Ember thought sourly, but that sort of lofty perspective was a bit difficult to maintain when one’s power had been usurped by an immaculate white rump shoved into their face.
But the mare merely arranged her remote, pleasantly detached expression about her like an extension of her shawl, and dipped her head to the crowd, tacitly inviting them to make good on Isador’s invitation.
“Yes, children of the Fire, come and meet her, meet the future of your herd. Kirins again walk the Fire Lord’s blessed earth. Meet her, and rejoice.”
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Post by Queerly on Aug 28, 2016 3:23:23 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 21:45:04 GMT -6
Ragnaok | Aodh CommonerThe stallion's muzzle twisted up in a smirk as both mares shouted at him, his eyes rolling as he blew his messy forelock from his eyes. He let their sheltered views bounce off his chest, giving an exasperated sigh and making sure they heard it. His childhood sucked? Sure, it wasnt ideal, but he wouldnt say it sucked. In fact, he wouldnt trade his tough times for the world. They were what rounded him out, strengthened him, helped him see the truth behind their frivolous world. His lips fell to a frown as one of the mares left, not before shooting him a toxic glare, and his shoulders lifted in a shrug.
"I pitty you, i really do." He muttered under his breath, his ears flicking forward as the gates before them clicked.
They slowly started opening. Excited commoners around them started rushing forward, hoping to be the first to meet the new noble child. The large stallion's brow furrowed as a few bumped into him, giving a kick with a back hoof if anyone got too close. He didnt care that the chevalier was still close; he wasnt going to let anyone get to close without having something to say about it.
Seems like my cue to leave. He thought to himself with another sigh, glancing back toward Asalah with a click of his tongue. "See ya around, doll." He sneered, giving her a wink before turning against the crowd and trotting through the restless equine. Most moved out of his way, but he wasnt afraid to shove them if they didnt catch the hint. What a waste of my day. He thought with a sour tone. Why everyone was so excited to see a little snot-nosed brat was way beyond him.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Aug 29, 2016 12:22:45 GMT -6
Her eye's fluttered open, her vision groggy and god damn did her head hurt. She had fallen flat on her chin and so her jaw ached as she lifted her head from the ground. shit. Nerine let out a grunt and a shuddering breath as she stumbled back to her feet. What the hell had happened whilst she was out? The crowd were moving forwards towards the gates, Nerine twisted her head to look back and saw that they were open. The citizens were coming to greet the new princess. Typical Aodhians, reveling in the birth of a bastard child from their notorious whore of a royal family.
Nerine fell backwards as someone bumped into her, pushing her aside to get past and the small pumpkin mare let out a loud curse. She was uncertain about trying to get back up since it was bloody ridiculous with the amount of horses moving. Nerine let out a small cry for help, hoping Hancock or a nearby citizen would help her up and get her out of the way.
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