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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:32:47 GMT -6
 He let himself go blind, a mindless husk of who he once was. That is until… a spark. Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 204: The Spark of Rebellion!
Team Leader: Godric
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:51:01 GMT -6
Valore
The name had always been the back of his mind, a lingering shadow that creeped through his memories, snaring him up and pulling him back, into places he never dreamed of stepping again. Others claimed it was a glorious place.filled with life and energy! A place where any horse could be who they wanted, free from the strict reins that binded many others to their herd’s culture and way of life. Godric used to believe that, when he was frail and innocent, growing up in a world that only wished to use him for the blossoming strength of his back and shoulders. He used to pray to Ignacio as he watched his father fight, prayed that one day maybe he could be someone else, someone different. He used to pray that one day he could look down at his name and call it his own, to not have to worry about a master or being sold off to some rich noble. Godric used to look up at the sun and wish that he could be free, free with his mother and father, free to leave the golden cage that was Valore. But what does wishing lead to?
Nothing. As Godric aged he learned that wishing was something that the young and blind did. He learned that to change one's live they needn't look up and pray to some deity who isn’t there, but rather gather your will and force the change, bring about your own destiny. He learned that the night he broke free of his cage, ran free along the coast for the first time and held his destiny in his own hooveshands. He learned that living with the Vindicators, learning from those wiser than him, from Dinah and all those who pledged their lives to help those who were lesser. He learned it from Beartooth and their time together, his anger dulled and his will increased. He learned to live again, the cage locked at the back of his mind. Valore. A name that brought poison to his tone. And now? Now he was locked away once more, his destiny ripped and choked from his mind. It was not a prayer that came to his lips now, but a curse to the gods who seemed to play with him and the others who suffered in the dark of night, hidden. And as his will was chipped at, his strength stolen and his life turned dark; he let himself go blind, a mindless husk of who he once was. That is until… A Spark
As dull as the flickering light of a candle but oh so powerful.
Rebellion. Escape. Freedom.
It was this spark that brought Godric crashing back to this world, stumbling in the dark. He had never enjoyed being a slave but over time he had began to learn things from others, growing accustomed to the Dark District. And so now he slowly emerged from his shared home, eye and ears keen to the sights and sounds around him. He knew of the Royal Christening but cared little for it, all it served for was a way for the slaves who were willing to fight for their freedom to gather and plan. Godric was a vindicator and he’d be damned if he was caught before he could help the others. With slow movements he stepped out of his house, calmly passing the guards that patrolled past him. He would own his name once more. ---------------
Godric, Post 1
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 19:05:12 GMT -6
 In light of the Royal Christening, labor slaves across Valore have been granted a day of rest, confined behind the high walls of the Dark District. With fewer Chevaliers present to keep watch, those who have felt a rebellion stirring in their hearts recognize the opportunity for what it is, and arrange a meeting of minds deep within the District’s alleyways...
Word of a secret meeting has reached your ears. Your fellow slaves are gathering in the southeast section of the Dark District, and there is talk of revolution on their lips. Hurry to the location- and don’t get caught by a patrolling Chevalier!
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Post by bridgetroll on Aug 5, 2016 23:27:33 GMT -6
Qi || Labour Slave
A damp, dirty rag fell to the floor, the frayed edges kicking up a poof of dust. He pulled his forehooves out of its radius just in time, suppressing an indignant squeal. He'd just polished his hooves, he wasn't about to let them get dusty all over again. He wanted to look his best. He wasn't sure who might be coming to this meeting, and he certainly wasn't about to let some strangers see him looking like a filthy slave. He had his dignity. Excitement coursed through Qi's blood, making his shoulders quiver. He had admonished himself earlier, but had quickly given up - this was just too exciting. He'd always heard the idle talk of dying slaves wanting to escape, but nothing bad ever come of it - until now. Dark whispers had been coursing through the ranks of the slaves, spreading like veins, creating the pulse of something real and living. Something that seemed to stand a chance. Qi left his dwelling as the cool darkness of early morning settled over Dark District, his dark chestnut coat shining almost violet in the light of the fire basins he trod passed. Wind rustled his curly forelock. He swiveled his neat little ears. His excitement seemed to leech out of his hooves into the ground, replaced by trepidation. He glanced around, almost certain that he wasn't being followed. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Of course he wasn't being followed. Somewhere ahead, through a narrow press of dwellings, Qi could make out the burn of a low fire, perhaps a torch of some type? It was a small, gentle flame. Unless he had known to look for it, he probably wouldn't have seen it. And he could see a dark shape moving against the light. He just hoped it was who he expected. --------
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Post by Shlup on Aug 6, 2016 3:14:00 GMT -6
Bryan/Labour Slave
The dark, striped stallion paced around his sleeping quarters. He had heard whispers of a rebellion in motion. At first he thought that it was an elaborate trap, created by the Chevaliers to single out the trouble makers. But now that the time had come, could he really pass up this kind of opportunity? Admittedly the thought of escaping excites him to his core, he could finally leave for his beloved Onea and never look back on this festering cesspit they dare call a city.
Bryan paused, drawing in a deep breath before releasing it. It was time to decide.
Desperate for any chance of escaping he reluctantly took a step out of his sleeping quarters. His muscles tensed as he second guessed his decision. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, towards the worn wooden floor where he and many other slaves have spent countless nights wishing they were somewhere else. His eyes narrowed and a look of determination crossed his face as he pushed away from his sleeping quarters. At this point even death would be an acceptable escape.
There was a slight glow in the sky from the sun that hid below the horizon. Fire basins were strewn across the Dark District, providing the district with what seemed like minimal light. Perhaps they were left unattended and had nearly gone out. None the less Bryan didn’t care. He had something more important on his mind. The excitement that he could soon be free caused him to quicken his pace. He would be damned if he would be late.
The dark stallion manoeuvred between buildings, backtracked countless times and avoided the Chevaliers as though they were Ignacio himself. But now that he found himself mere moments away from a life changing decision, he couldn’t will himself to move forward. A small light flickered in the distance, shadows dancing in the tiny area it lit up. It was now or never.
Head low, he marched forward. Today he would change his fate.
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Post by naporierizia on Aug 6, 2016 4:50:02 GMT -6
Konin | Stallion | Labor Slave A day off... that was something the young stallion had not seen coming. With the city in such a mess they had been working over time (if you can even work more than they already were) to get it back to its once perfectly beautiful state. He would never have guessed they would give them a day off. He wasn't complaining though. He could use it. His body ached from the tip of his ear to the bottom of his hoof. He had been tired before, had been hurting before, but not quite this much. Being a smaller horse meant he had to push himself harder to keep up with the others. Being a stubborn horse meant he did just that no matter the consequences. The instant they had been let go though he had retired quickly to his corner and fell heavily into the small hole in the ground he called a bed. With a heavy sigh he had lay his head down and closed his weary eyes. At last, rest. For once he could sleep in! ... or not.Before the sun had even began its trip up into the sky, his sensitive ears, which were always on the alert even when he wasn't, caught whispers around the corner. There was speak of a rebellion, of escape, of freedom. At first he mocked the idea. Anyone who would try to run was a fool. They would only be captured in the middle of the act and punished for such an attempt. There was no way. Slowly though his mind put the facts together. Today they were celebrating something... he couldn't remember what, he hadn't paid much attention. He tried not to busy himself with the silly things of those outside these walls. It only made for him to feel all the more hopeless. He did know they were celebrating though (how could anyone not?), and that meant everyone would be gathering in one place, one place not here. Come to think of it, he had noticed the guard seemed less populated. Perhaps, if there was a time for escape, it was now. The idea still seemed foolish, but not impossible. Were someone to escape and he be left behind though, he would never let himself live down such a missed opportunity. It was bad enough he hadn't been in the right place at the right time to be freed when the vindicators came and left this mess for those left behind to clean up. 'Bet they didn't think about that.' He thought in spite. No, he couldn't miss this chance, even if it did seem small. Besides, if they were caught, what could they do to him that hadn't already been done? His mind made up he hauled his tired body to his hooves with a heavy grunt. Shaking the dust off his smokey roan coat he rose his head. No matter how tired he was, he never let his head hang. He would forever hold the bit of pride he was allowed to keep. 'This city would be nothing without us.' Sneaking past the few guards that remained was mostly easy. Well, the sneaking part anyways. That was his specialty after all. Hiding in the shadows where none could see him, walking on silent hooves. Seeing them to know where to go, that was a little harder. The dim lighting of this damned district was the bane of his existence, but he had learned to get by with barely any vision, and thus morning was no different. Soon he heard the quiet shuffle of hooves and the excited whispers. He was close. As he rounded the last corner he could see the shadowy dots of bodies collecting around a small fire like moths to a flame. Not being one to enjoy social gatherings, the young stallion chose to remain closer to the back, where he would feel less crowded. Still though he listened with a hidden curiosity to hear what was to be done. Could this really work? He was yet to be convinced... but at least he was here.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 7, 2016 3:39:55 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє
{Eshana looked towards the slowly setting moon, taking in the soft lapping of the water that moved below her, mirroring the sky above in an imperfect reflection. She should be sleeping, she knew that. It was remarkably rare for the labour slaves to be allowed a day to themselves, and such times were better off used sparingly, catching up on the precious sleep they never seemed to be able to get quite enough of. Yet tonight her usually stark tired rest had been disturbed by nagging feeling of unease, stirring her from her bed. Eshana had tried desperately to return to the solitude of sleep, but her thoughts seemed to have a mind of their own, spurning her every attempt. For an hour or so she had merely stared blankly at the grubby wall before her, trying to ignore the lumpy and altogether uncomfortable fabric that she called her bed. It was not to be it seemed, and at last she was driven to her hooves, walking the nigh on abandoned streets.
The lack of obvious guards had done little to quell the anxious stirring in her chest, yet rather than turn back she took advantage of the quiet night to wander uninterrupted, finding herself at last at the edge of the waterfront. Lurking in the deep shadows that still hung heavy in the early morning air, and would until the swiftly approaching dawn, Eshana found some peace for herself. Since leaving Breim, she had found little time to mediate and reflect on times past, but such a situation this morning had, for once, afforded her that small luxury. It was not altogether unpleasant, and until she managed to hear the soft and distant clicking of hooves against the stony streets, she could very well say it was the most relaxed she had found herself in quite some time.
Ears swivelling to catch the quickly fading sound, Eshana uneasily glanced around her, taking a few more steps into the comforting shadows. Could it be she had missed the presence of a guard, or had some other unfortunate soul had the same idea as she on this rare occasion? Regardless, it had not been her intention to cross paths with anyone else tonight, and the prospect of it set her nerves on edge. Figuring she had adequately pushed her luck for any one night, once the soft sounds of the early morning had returned Eshana set off on her way, following a convoluted path through the city that avoided the highly frequented areas. With such a route she had hardly expected to find anyone.... Let alone what appeared to be a small group, milling uneasily together in the quarters of the Dark District.
It was enough to stop her in her tracks, her thoughts jumping about in a hurried fashion. Certainly she too had heard the rumours, talk of a rebellion stirring in the heart of the Dark District; but she had scarcely believed such gossip to be true. Everyone in that damned district dreamed of freedom after all, but that never meant true action was ever taken. Could this be the start, a change about to be brought about? She wouldn't - no, couldn't - allow herself to find hope in such idealistic concepts, yet still an old spark of curiousity began to burn within her mind. A wary step forward, then another, and then she found herself at the edge of the group, still sticking to the shadows that fell around them. In the dim light it was difficult to say if she knew any of those around her, by name or by face. Yet they all waited with the same bated anticipation, and still in a state of near shock that this was real, not a dream concocted in the depths of her own mind, she awaited for the first to break the silence.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 7, 2016 10:10:33 GMT -6
Paladin|Stallion|Labor Slave
A day off had been granted, but it seemed a waste of time to the simple mind that knew nothing but work. A christening, or whatever word had been on so many lips of late it would be odd for he not to have learned it, was the cause of this pause, this interruption to a life he had no quarrel with. Still, as a statue unmoved, he remained within the confines of his home and awaited the moment when a chevalier or some of equal standing would come and indenture him thus. Or, at least that was how he stood for many of the early hours, until the sound of footsteps would draw his ear and bring him with curiosity unbound into the streets to seek out this disturbance. Paladin would behold no one, but instead follow the quiet, stealthy sounds of the rogue who ventured deep into the district without cause. The mindless oaf of a stallion was without discretion and moved in a manner befitting of one his size, lumbering through the streets without a care or cause for concern should he be discovered. His mind, too simple to understand the gravity of being out and about when his usual paths to work were closed, whirled away in its own pitiful and fanciful way as innocent eyes took in the sight of small creatures with shining carapaces that he passed along the way.
Talk of rebellion had been stirring, whispered words among his fellows that he was perhaps privy too, but did not acknowledge, at least not now. After so long, it might be said that he forgot what this notion of freedom was, so long had he been enslaved to the people of Valore, but he unlike so many others did not dream of freedom and found no place for it within the tight confines of his mind. Home was not a welcome sight and the very idea of venturing back there brought a pain that Paladin didn’t understand, so he worried his mind with simpler things, things he’d been taught by Deidra, and nothing more. Paladin, fool that he was, enjoyed his job as Deidra had trained him well, the mark seared into his shoulder clear evidence of this. So, blissfully ignorant of his purpose in the streets, he moved along after the distant sound of a stranger towards something... interesting.
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Post by Shlup on Aug 7, 2016 17:54:31 GMT -6
Bryan | Labour Slave
The striped roan stallion brought himself to a halt before the flickering light of the flame could define to many of his features. His head held high he glanced around at all the equines that seemed to be congregating here for the same reason. He never could’ve imagined the breed diversity that presented itself before him. Apparently all breeds were suited to the lifestyle of the labour slave, either that or the city simply didn’t care. Everyone seemed too wary to present themselves fully to each other. Of course Bryan couldn’t blame anyone he too was still sceptical about this whole ordeal. It was all too secretive for his liking, but he could understand the need for such secrecy.
The stallion once again threw his gaze over the other equines, trying to make out who they were behind the shadows that dance across their faces. He sighed and returned his gaze to the flames in front of him. Everything would reveal itself in time. He impatiently looked up to the sky, it would be morning soon and then no one could hide.
But in the meantime they all had to wait patiently for… something. He actually didn’t know what he was waiting for. His brows knitted together as he cautiously glanced over his shoulder then at the other equines around him. Did they know what they were waiting for? His shook his head free from his doubting thoughts, returning his gaze to the fire in front of him. His thoughts drifting off to Deidra. He would miss her, in fact he already does. The striped stallion sighed heavily. She gave him to the city it was obvious she didn’t care for him, so why does he feel like his betraying her by attempting to participate in this rebellion.
Bryan closed his eyes momentarily and cleared his mind of all thoughts of Deidra, the thought of her always clouded his mind and judgement. He would do this for himself. Return to his home, Onea. He mentally repeated this until all memories of Deidra were successfully repressed. Now was the first time in a long time that he had the opportunity to act for his own selfish reasons, and that is exactly what he was going to do.
Throwing caution to the wind, Bryan proudly took a step forward. The light bouncing of his dark coat. If this were a set-up, let them take him now. If not, then there is no reason to be afraid. They would all be here for the same reason. Freedom.
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Post by bridgetroll on Aug 7, 2016 22:57:17 GMT -6
Qi had slipped into the alley skillfully, and was almost surprised when it had opened into something of a courtyard. But the buildings jut out at odd angles, their sides sloped and their corners misaligned in a way that told Qi this area hadn't been planned. Which, of course, made it a good hiding place. He glanced around at the few other equines who were already there, and his eyes settled on the stallion he'd seen moving in the dim torchlight. The graceful curve of his black haunches betrayed power beyond that of a simple labour slave. His pale eyes burned. Qi'd seen him around, only a time or two in passing, but there was always something about the stallion that made Qi curious. He was a captured slave, to be certain. Qi knew most of the slaves that had been born into the life. But there was something...fierce about him. Qi was glad to see him here. That wasn't the only familiar face. He also caught the sparkle of a broken jewel horn, a lovely blue colour. He knew little of the pretty grey mare it belonged to, aside from the fact that he'd seen her from time to time. But the other faces around weren't familiar at all. Then again, there were more around than he'd expected. It took him a moment to realized that the assembled equines had formed a semi-circle around the dim torch light, their faces bathed in flicking shadows and dull yellow. It gave everything an eerie tint to it. It took a moment longer for him to realized that he should be keeping his head down - if this turned out to be a trap, the last thing he wanted was to be identified among these slaves, who would surely be killed for their "disloyalty" or whatever the Chevaliers decided to call it. He ducked his head just a little. If this didn't pan out, he still was certain that he could find a place as a servile slave. But only if he stayed under the radar. A tiny twinge of regret plucked at his heart, but he was already here. There was no turning back now. ----------------
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Post by naporierizia on Aug 8, 2016 6:11:22 GMT -6
Konin | Stallion | Labor Slave The young stallion's white ears flicked about, listening to the sounds of hooves shuffling around, quietly creeping into the small courtyard that had been left empty for lack of anything better to do with it. The small flickering of flames lit everything around a dull orange, but it hardly provided him with any better vision of the faces that gathered. Even so he turned his head about, looking from one horse to another, studying their shadowy shapes. It seemed that there were horses of all sizes gathered to learn of the rumors. Not many seemed very confident either. Most chose to remain back, as he himself had, safe in the shadows of the early morning, safe until the sun chose to rise above the buildings and enlighten them all, weather they liked it or not. The question he was certain everyone was asking was, when the sun did rise, would this turn out to be a trap to weed out the troublemakers of them all? Konin hardly expected so. They might have been ruthless and careless in their treatment of the labor slaves, but they weren't all that smart. They just took advantage of their power, they would never put in so much effort on the slaves. Not to mention they were at a shortage of horses right now. No matter how much trouble they might give, they wouldn't want to be wedding any out. His ears never stopped moving, always flicking toward the allies before a horse even rounded the corner, no matter how quiet they tried to be. It seemed at last that the area had settled. No more had crept over in a short while. Everyone was quiet, none dared to utter a word (and he certainly wasn't going to be the first to speak). They all just gazed around, wondering if they had made the right decision to come or not. Eventually his clouded gaze fell on the linger flames of the fire. It was very unclear to him who had started the rumors, sparked the flame that spread cautiously through the dark district, shedding a feint light for all those who would dare to follow. He did not believe it was the chevaliers, but still it was to be asked: was it worth it?-------------------
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 10, 2016 0:54:26 GMT -6
Godic | Vagabond, Vindicator
And so Godric walked slowly, silently through the winding alleys, past doors broken with unhinged screws, glass that lay shattered among the cobble, dim lights reflecting off their surfaces. He walked past buildings that were old and decaying, long forgotten in these streets, the darkest of the dark district. He had watched as others whispered in doorways, hidden from plain sight but still there. He watched as he slowly sauntered past them, listened as their hooves soon echoed his own. Most knew who he was, recognizing the half blind Vindicator who had taken down their wall, shown the power of those who dared to change. Godric did not agree with them, did not look in awe as he stared at himself in the mirror, a husk of his former self. He was leaner, muscles still rippling under his coat as he slaved the day away. But his form was not there, his long locks sliced away long before he had even arrived with the other recaptured slaves. He saw a different horse when he stared in the mirror, one that not even Beartooth would recognize.
Now he walked, shoulders sway as his head lowered, passing a curtain that led into a forgotten courtyard, filled with forgotten horses. In the center sat a broken fountain, dim light rippling off the shallow water. With a scowl, Godric walked over to the spot where a small fire burned, stomping it out almost completely with his foot, embers still glowing palely "You're all fools if you think a Chevalier wouldn't find a fire in the forgotten part of this district strange" he spoke, voice low and gravely, like thunder rumbling in the distant sky. Pale eyes surveyed those around him, taking in each horses stature, how they held themselves, what hide behind their eyes. "You all know why we're here, why Im here..." he spoke, head still low.
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Post by Shlup on Aug 10, 2016 1:34:57 GMT -6
Bryan | Labour Slave
The dark roan stallion watched as from the shadows emerged a large dark equine. The dim light from the fire momentarily lit up the stallion’s face, displaying a scowl, before he stomped out the flame. Small embers illuminated the broken pavement beneath them slightly. A low, rumbling voice seemed to captivate all the equines in the small courtyard where they gathered. He reprimanded them for having lit the fire, even though it was small. There was a pause, Bryan could feel the tension in the air around them. In response he lifted his head defiantly, more out of habit than anything else. His piercing pale eyes stared directly at the dark stallion before him. The mysterious stallion then stated that they all know why they’re here, why he is here. It would take a fool to not know.
Bryan flicked his mane out of his eyes before standing tall, well as tall as he could. His eyes finally adjusting to the dim morning light. He took in the stallion before him. He noted the dark stallions splash markings and face stripe before he could faintly see what he assumed were scars. From this Bryan assumed the stallion had been in his fair share of fights. If he were to follow anyone, he was glad it would be a stallion that knew what it was like to fight.
Bryan shifted under the other stallions assessing gaze. But instead of backing down, Bryan remained standing tall and met the stallions gaze with his own intense gaze. He knew the Chevaliers were not smart enough to set a trap as elaborate as this, he was giving them far too much credit. A smirk had appeared on his face, this was finally happening. His gaze travelled to the other equines that surround the courtyard. He saw what he thought were a few familiar faces, but he couldn’t be sure. Instead he assessed their reactions to the intimidating stallion in front of them. Are they going to be fighters or hold the rebellion back?
Unsure of what to do next Bryan just stood and waited head held high as he side-eyed the large stallion, waiting for something to happen or someone to speak. He had never been in a rebellion before and he didn’t know the protocols, he certainly didn’t want to get kicked out because he spoke out of turn.
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Post by naporierizia on Aug 10, 2016 5:50:16 GMT -6
Konin | Stallion | Labor Slave Finally another set of hooves could be heard rounding the corners. These were far more steady, more certain. The large equine who walked was much more sure on what was going on, unlike many of the others who had come in carefully, still not sure if they were making the right choice. As soon as the horse's shadow came into Konin's clouded view, it vanished. The fire that had provided him with at least some vision snuffed out. He blinked, waiting for his tired eyes to adjust, to show him at least something, but it was too dark in the small courtyard for him to see much of anything anymore. Once again he found himself eagerly awaiting for the sun to rise. The stallion spoke, his voice quiet but commanding all the same. He reprimanded them for leaving the fire, but Konin didn't budge. He hadn't been the one to start it, so who was he to put it out either? He had been hoping that this horse would take charge and bring some order to the small group of wannabe escapees, but instead his only leading words were 'you all know why we're here'. Konin had to hold back an irritated snort. If they were here, than they obviously knew why. Standing here staring at each other in silence like a bunch of idiots was going to get them nowhere. They were wasting time like this, and if there was one thing he hated the most, it was wasting precious time. "If anyone didn't know, than they shouldn't be here." He spoke up through the silence, not bothering to worry what anyone would think of his words. His voice was soft, and it had a but of a rustiness to it. Clearly he didn't use it often, only when he saw it necessary, like now. "So then, why don't we skip formalities and dramatic entrances and get to the real point here, is there a plan or is this just a foolish rumor spread by a childish dreamer?" He of course could not recognize the stallion even if he might have known him, not in this darkness. He was little more than a feint blob hidden in the mes of darkness around him. That mattered little to him anyways. If he was here, it better be worth it. He could be resting right now, taking advantage of his first day off in... well he didn't know how long. This better be worth it.------------------------
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Post by bridgetroll on Aug 10, 2016 9:38:06 GMT -6
Heat flooded Qi's face as the large stallion stomped out the firelight. Several of the equines near him shifted, visibly uncomfortable. It probably had never even crossed their minds that the fire could draw Chevalier attention. Qi was embarrassed by the certainty that it hadn't crossed his. He heaved a sigh. In one split second, Godric had proved just how foolish the slaves could be. Just how much they needed to learn if they were to survive outside the walls of the Dark District...Outside of Aodh... That thought sent a shiver down Qi's spine that he hadn't anticipated. He'd been dreaming so long of being purchased into servile status, becoming the gentle lover of some noble somewhere, that the thought of leaving Aodh shocked him, locking his knees and making sweat dampen the fur of his chest. He drew a deep breath. Of course the plan was to leave Aodh behind. How else would they achieve freedom? Certainly not by breaking out into the city and hoping no one noticed. Godric's gravelly words interrupted Qi's train of thought, for which he was almost glad. He barely caught the large stallion's words, but was surprised when another equine, a skinny roan, spoke up, challenging Godric's words. But he also asked about a plan...Qi pursed his lips, flicking his ears about. The roan was right - they needed a solid plan. He prayed that Godric had one. Otherwise...he stopped himself before he could think about it. Instead, he ducked his head again and listened intently, his hazel gaze focused on Godric. -----------
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 11, 2016 13:58:43 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {Eshana shuffled uneasily in the shadows, eyes flickering over her companions as she waited with bated breath. Already it was difficult to keep still, and her restless hooves quietly scuffed the ground below her feet. Nervousness was taking it's toll, yet within the confines of her own mind she mulled over the root of her own anxiety. What was she afraid of? If they were caught by the patrolling Chevaliers, what worse of a fate could they possibly subject her too? Already she considered her life a living nightmare, and a death sentence could very well be a welcome end to her fate. It wasn't an option she much fancied... There was still that small glimmer of hope in her young mind she may one day be reunited with her parents and siblings, but it aided in stripping her own mind of the fear that would otherwise hold her back. It took longer than she would have liked, although perhaps her own anxiety was responsible for stretching mere seconds into long minutes, but at last the figure they were awaiting finally approached. She only got a mere glimpse of him before his hoof struck the flame, extinguishing the already dim light that at lit their little hide away. Not quite enough to fully recognize the individual before her, but perhaps that was just as well, given the circumstances. With quiet contemplation she listened to them speak, before finding her own voice. "He is right," Eshana added, her voice calm and betraying no signs of the nervousness that clung in her chest. "We need a plan, and a solid one at that. I think I speak for many of us when I say I'd prefer not to waste my time dreaming of freedom, if only to end up back here in a worse state."
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 11, 2016 14:51:30 GMT -6
Godric | Vagabond, Vindicator
As they spoke, one by one, Godric went around the circle-sish shape that had been created, his eyes adjusting to the darkness quickly. He gazed at each horse for a moment, taking them in before moving onto the next. Some were young, some were old. Most were hardened by the work forced upon their backs, their coats bleached by the sun they worked under each and every day. He nodded his great head at their words, ears flicking to the spots where various horses spoke. He slowly continued to travel though, finally stopping at the soul who had spoken first "You are right, you all are right. Rebellions have come and gone in the past, many were failures, but many were successful as well. Three months ago vagabonds infiltrated the city, destroyed the crucible...many of you are already paying for that, for the mistakes that occurred during that night...I know I am. But we cannot have any mistakes with this attempt, lest Aodh decide to kill us off as an example." Godric spoke quietly, but his voice carried to each horse, his words true. "Before we go on with plan making, we must all swear on our lives that this meeting, these plans of freedom, will never leave your lips in front of those would expose us. This rebellion either goes with us to the grave, or ends with our hooves touching free grass once more," he said, stomping his hoof for emphasis. If anyone spoke of this meeting or the hoof steps being set in motion, they would all hang.
Godric looked around at the gathered horses, his eyebrows furrowed "I understand if some of you are hesitant about this, about leaving Aodh once and for all. But I will tell you now, there is no room for error, to back out in a dire moment. We must all be ready for this, ready to fight. I don't say this as an inspiring speech; if you hesitate, we will all fall. It's all for one and one for all."
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Post by Shlup on Aug 11, 2016 16:42:55 GMT -6
Bryan | Labour Slave
Bryan ears flicked in the direction of a new voice that had burst through the silence that followed the other stallion’s words. This equines voice was softish, but there was an unusual tone in it. This tone suggested that the stallion didn’t use his voice often. Bryan craned his neck to try and see the offender as he listened to his words. They were nothing but true. The stallion’s abruptness caused an amused laugh to escape from the depths of Bryans throat before any thought of repressing the laugh crossed his mind. The sound was abrupt, but not overly loud and didn’t last longer than a fraction of a second. The mouthy stallion could be quite amusing but at the same time he spoke the truth. In fact, Bryan had thought the same thing moments ago. But admittedly he just assumed the stallion had an idea, he hadn’t even realised that the intimidating stallion could not have a plan. That would not be good. His ears and eyes flicked back towards the dark stallion in the centre of the courtyard, trying to assess his reaction to the mouthy stallion’s words.
The imposing stallion made his way around the small band of rebels, talking about how each equines words were true. Just as his were, however he then continued to state that before plans were discussed he needed them to swear to not reveal them. That would be an easy decision. Bryan had already made up his mind before the stallion even finished the sentence. He would go through with it. But the large stallion didn’t stop there. He continued with his speech, stating there is no room for error and that its ‘all for one and one for all’. Bryan already knew that if the rebellion was to be successful they would all have to work together.
Bryan shifted his weight once again, looking toward the other rebels. It seems there was no real rules against speaking, so he thought now was the time to voice his opinions. “I had made up my mind when I walked out the door of the sleeping quarters earlier this morning. I am in.” He turned his head to his fellow rebels, “We have waited what seemed to be a life-time for an opportunity like this to appear. If we were to back out now, who knows when another opportunity like this would appear.” His voice rumbled around them, not loud enough to cause and echo but loud enough for everyone to know he meant business.
He turned his head to the larger stallion, leader of the rebels, and bowed his head slightly. He would see this through to the end, even if it means certain death.
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Post by naporierizia on Aug 12, 2016 8:32:36 GMT -6
Konin | Stallion | Labor Slave
The silence seemed to have been broken by his words and soon others joined in to speak their opinion as well. A soft but sturdy voice stated that he was right and his ear quickly permed toward the mare. True, he was right, he had known that sure enough, what surprised him was that someone would outwardly agree with him. He hadn't been expecting it, but he appreciated it. It gave his pride a little energy shot and his tired head rose just that much. He let his clouded gaze turn onto the mare, dipping his nose in a curt nod at her words. It was good to know he wasn't the only one who didn't want to waste their time standing around for nothing.
His short stub of an ear twitched toward the larger stallion when he stopped in front of him. Turning his gaze toward the horse he looked him square in the eyes. Up close he could make out the white stripe running down his nose, the scars that decorated his face. He dipped his nose again when once more someone agreed with his words. It was certainly an unusual happening, but being the proud teen that he was, he thought it was about time. He then brought up the importance of keeping this rebellion a secret. He of course realized this clearly enough, though he supposed maybe there were a few foolish enough to have not thought of such facts. This was, for a lack of better words, a life or death situation. Either they gave everything they had to make this happen, or they died, be it as an example towards the others, or slowly by the work they were forced to slave away at day in and day out so that the others could live comfortably.
Another horse spoke, this time a stallion and he let his gaze turn toward him. 'We have waited what seemed like a lifetime for an opportunity like this to appear.' he said, and Konin had to hold back an annoyed snort. It may have seemed like a lifetime for some of them, but for him it was a lifetime. A long, torturous, lonely lifetime. He didn't know about the others but he had been ready for a moment like this for a very long time. The young stallion nodded his head, gaze shifting to the large stallion who commanded the group before brushing over the others. "We either give everything or we all die. There is no other option." He stated with a coldly calm tone, though serious all the same. His words were not so much an encouragement to the others as they were an affirmation that he was in this one hundred percent, that he would give whatever it took to get not only himself, but the others too, out of here.
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 14, 2016 17:10:03 GMT -6
Paladin|Stallion|Labor Slave
And then... there was Paladin. So engrossed in his bug watching was he that, as a particularly beautiful beetle crept across the old stones of the small and long forgotten courtyard, he pursued the elegantly carapaced creature right into their midst. He followed the slow and winding path that the creature took around the fringes of the courtyard, oblivious to the others that had gathered and discussed in hushed and angry tones closer to the center. Well, he was, at least until the beetles directionless path brought him right towards the group. Now... Paladin was quite the sight to behold as he slowly stalked after the creepy crawly. His head, which generally hung low anyway, was scarcely an inch above the ground, his neck stretched low so that his face was more on level with that of his glittering friend. This posture may not have been a problem for the innocent beast of burden had the beetle kept to the outside edge of the courtyard, but alas, it had turned and ventured right under a particular smokey black roan that Paladin was quite unfamiliar with. Paladin only noticed when the world around him grew suddenly darker and so he stopped. It would take him a moment or two to realize that he had ventured right underneath someone, that his head the close to the ground but underneath someone’s stomach. His first instinct was to pull his head sharply upward and apologize, but... that wouldn’t do well for either party involved so... with ears flattened sheepishly, the behemoth of a horse simply stood there and hoped that the group, whatever purpose they had for being in the forgotten courtyard, would ignore him. If he closed his eyes, they’d disappear right? Yeah, totally. ---------------
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 14, 2016 17:55:09 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {Gaze alighting onto the stallion who had spoken out first, Eshana caught the small gesture of appreciation and returned the small head dip in acknowledgement. It seemed only reasonable that the words spoken had been on each of their minds prior, and to give them voice was not a crime. At least, not here, and with that thought in mind Eshana listened closely as the tone of the conversation took a shift. She had known the risk she had taken the moment she had set hoof into their little circle, but the true implications of such action had only just begun to take shape in her own mind. It was one thing to take that burden onto herself, but to trust the others to not only do the same, but in doing so also put her life into their hooves.... It was a realization that she wasn't all too fond of. Still she subjected herself to silence, at least for now, though in the depths of her own mind her thoughts were scattered, and slowly coalescing again into a definite idea. Despite her trepidation... This was what she wanted. Eshana knew in her heart that she wanted to return home once more, to see the family that she had left behind. She was still a young mare, and if this was successful... The possibilities were endless. Watching warily as another horse, seemingly interested in something beyond them, entered the group, she could only hope she was making the right decision.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 16, 2016 23:59:14 GMT -6
Godric | Vagabond, Vindicator
As soon as Godric stopped, he was moving again, gazing at each and ever soul in the center once more. Some were young, fresh and new and not yet broken by many hard days work. Some were old, heads lowered as they stood on swaying hoofs that showed cracks and chips, their muscles used until they had nothing left. He stared at those who refused to break, backs strong and coats bleached by the sun. Godric nodded his head and listened as they all murmured in agreement. He was not shocked at this, shocked that they were ready to lay down their lives. They wanted something greater than these walls and chains, somewhere where they could run free, be free!
Godric needed to be free
but no one was going anywhere, not just yet. Moving closer to the slowly dying embers that lay in the fire basin, Godric let them slightly illuminate his face, the buildings surronding them hiding any exsistance of the pre-dawn light. He pointed his ears forward, head rising slightly as he addressed them. "We may not have swords or armour to protect our skin but look around you," he paused, eyes glancing around at everyone, ears twitching slightly "for every two of them there's five of us. We out number them, out strength them. You're backs and hooves are used to long days, working for this damned city. They chevilars are large but so what?! they are used to keeping out petty thieves and drunkards, Look how they handled what happened at the crucibal!" he exclaimed, his voice rising slightly. He clamped his jaw shut, ears flinching backward "we can over come them, break our restraints and break free " he spoke, his tail swishing in anger.
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Post by naporierizia on Aug 17, 2016 6:59:18 GMT -6
Konin | Stallion | Labor Slave
It seemed the others agreed too. This was to be kept a secret, and they were all to work their hardest to get out of here. So now that an agreement had been reached, the next question (which had actually been his first) was: what's the plan?
He would have asked that question too... had he not been interupted. In the shadows of the early morning he noticed an equine moving slowly his way. His 'sight' told him that it was a very large horse, in fact the largest here. He was moving with clumsily quiet steps, swerving about, his head held so low that his nose almost touched the ground... and this large beast of a horse was moving right toward him. He wasn't sure what kind of game this was, but he had no intent on playing. He pinned his ear back in warning, his head still high. When that didn't phase him he flicked his tail in the direction of the horse. Still nothing. It wasn't until his head was underneath him that the giant finally stopped, and by then Konin had lost his patience.
With a heavy snort he stomped a hind hoof. He had no intention of actually kicking him (he didn't really want to pick a fight with someone of that size) but he hit the ground hard with his solid hoof in a loud and clear warning that he had pushed way too far. He swung his hindquarters away, pivoting on his forehand until he was facing the stallion, glaring down at him with a judgemental air in those cloudy eyes of his. He never spoke a word, never made another sound. Actions spoke loudest after all. After he was certain that he had made his warning clear he turned his head back to the others, defiantly ignoring the beast now. If this was some play on dominance than he would show him just what he thought of him. He'd been pushed around plenty, but he never gave in, even when it was better for him to do so. He was too stubborn to.
He had been so distracted by the sudden invasion of his space that he had missed most of the large black's speach. Than again he didn't really need motivation. He had already made up his mind, and once that was done, there really was no stopping him from achieving his goal... or dying while he tried. There was no happy medium with him. 'We can overcome them, break our restraints and break free!' he could feel the determination in the stallion's tone. Good, that gave them more of a chance of success then.
"So then," he spoke up, his voice slightly hinting to his irritation and complete lack of patience thanks to the large brute's interruption. He had a very small reserve of patience, and now it was gone, used up in his fight to restrain himself from kicking the idiot right in the nose. "Since we all have made up our minds and been so kindly inspired, I'll ask again: do we have a plan?" He didn't care if he came off as rude at the moment, nor did he care what the others thought of him. He would do his part, as he expected them to do theirs, but he was not in this to make friends.
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Post by bridgetroll on Aug 17, 2016 11:40:41 GMT -6
The dark stallion, the one that was called Godric who, Qi assumed, had organized this whole mess, spoke up again. He spoke of overwhelming the chevaliers, of fighting back by numbers instead of with weapons. It was good in theory but...it was a call to action, not necessarily a plan. Overwhelm them sure, but where? And when? Now? Or were they to lie in wait? Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to Qi, but then, he wasn't all that well-versed in rebellions. All his life, he'd been planning on being bought or... He paused. There hadn't ever been an "or". He'd always thought he'd be purchased. But he'd just turned 23 over the winter and... A ruckus nearby interrupted his line of thinking. The blue roan that had spoke earlier and a humongous roan draft horse were apparently getting into it. All eyes were on them as the smaller horse nearly struck the draft, his hoof slamming stone. He swung his rump around and Qi thought they were going to get into it, but the smaller one broke off with a glare, returning his gaze to Godric. He spoke again. Again, he asked for a plan. Qi thought he had a point. Finally, he decided to speak.
"I agree, do you have a plan of action? Or just inspiring words? Because we are wasting daylight if you have one, or if not, we need to figure something out, quickly."
He already had the bones of an idea forming in his head. If they were going to use their numbers as their advantage, they needed to go somewhere without choke points, where their numbers could spread and swarm easily. They needed to avoid doorways or smaller gates - nothing that could easily separate them. And they especially needed to stay away from the main celebration. And if they could be gone by the time news reaches the chevaliers at the christening, that would put them in an excellent situation. -----------
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Post by Shlup on Aug 17, 2016 15:35:44 GMT -6
Bryan | Labour Slave
The large stallion in the middle of their intimate circle seemed to be on edge or unable to remain still. Every time he stopped moving he would start again. At least he was ready to go, right? He stopped near the fire basin again, this time it seemed as though he wanted its dying embers to light up his face. The stallion then continued to state that there are more labour slaves in the rebellion than there is Chevaliers. They may not have their weapons but they out-number them greatly. The labour slaves had also been trained to ‘work’ under appalling conditions while the Chevaliers led quite the cushy life when compared to that of a labour slave. But something in particular caught his attention. ‘Breaking their restraints.’ How? Was that even possible? If so, how come he never thought of it before!?
Bryans brows knitted together. He was disappointed in himself. He knew that he would have to remove the restraints, meaning his bridle. At least that’s what he assumed. But could it really be as simple as another horse taking it off?
His thoughts were interrupted when he something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. At first all it seemed like was something the large stallion in the middle had said, had offended another horse from the circle. The amusing, mouthy one if he was correct. At first he was confused. How could what the large stallion had said offend anyone? It was actually quite inspiring, which was a relief. It meant that he was passionate about escaping, as was Bryan. Then an irritated swish of the tail came from the amusing, mouthy stallion. What was going on? Then Bryan saw it. A massive stallion quietly walked out from the morning shadows… quite weirdly. His head was nearly along the ground as he walked. At first it looked like he was worshipping the amusing, mouthy stallion. But the amusing, mouthy stallion didn’t like it. He stomped a hoof heavily onto the worn and torn pavement beneath him. The sound echoing slightly around them. The sudden sound causing Bryan to flinch. The amusing, mouthy stallion pivoted so that he was now facing the accusing horse. Which Bryan discovered was one of the largest stallions he had ever seen! No wonder there wasn’t a fight. Bryan would hate to take on a beast like that. After their short interaction, that Bryan was so enthralled in, he had expected there to be a smart-assed comment thrown at the larger stallion. He was greatly disappointed when there wasn’t. The look of interest and near amusement fall from his face and was replaced with one of sheer disappointment.
Everyone else around the circle seemed to had ignored the commotion and decided to ignore the poor, brute of a stallion who seemed to be hoping that if he stayed still long enough everyone would go away. Bryan decided to be nice. For a change. After all he had seen the large brute of a stallion before he just couldn’t place where. He sighed lightly before shaking loose his muscles. He quietly made his way over to the lost stallion as the others talked about a plan. He honestly didn’t care what the plan was, just tell him what he needed to do and he would do it. No reason why is necessary.
As he reached the stallion he looked him over. He wasn’t hurt, he seemed to be just confused. The large stallion seemed to be a similar colour to Bryan, but it was hard to tell in this light. He stopped dead in his tracks one his way to the stallion, a small gasp escaping his lips. He may not be able to see much in this light but the one thing he could see was her mark. It stood out as clear as day on the largest horse’s shoulder.
Deidra.
He stiffened at her memory. There was a time he would’ve done anything to make her happy but he had since grown. Then the tiniest of thoughts weaseled its way into his mind. What if he were to prevent the rebellion, would she then take him back? He shivered at the thought. He thought she hadn’t broken him, he thought he could forget her. Yet at every turn she is there. She still dictates his every action. Why could he not forget the speckled mare!?
No. Now was not the time for internal debates. Now was the time for rebellion. He had a plan of his own. He continued his approach to the largest stallion within their circle, the one with her mark, with a look of determination on his face. He leaned in towards the large stallion and stated, “Welcome to the Rebellion.” His eyes were cold and he had a lop-sided smirk on his face.
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808 Words
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 19, 2016 23:46:36 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {A small ruckus briefly drew attention away from the dark stallion who deeply intoned a rallying speech, although aside from a momentary side ways glance Eshana did her best to ignore it. The minor dispute between the two horses concerned her little, and was far too little to likely attain the attention of any individual outside their hidden away group. Instead, Eshana remained focused on the stallion's speech, intently watching as he moved about the area. He was passionate and determined, she had to give him that. Desired or not, the stallion's words stirred deeply rooted, yet desperately forgotten, feelings within her. It was difficult to allow the tiny spark of hope that blossomed in her mind to grow. She herself had only been subjected to the life of a slave for the last few years, sold by the slavers that had taken her captive within the territory of her own herd, and she knew so many others had lived here far, far longer. If after all these years none of them had ever accomplished that which they all so dearly wished for, how could this band possibly hope to reach such lofty goals? Skepticism aided in washing away the painful feelings of hope, and after the question was asked once again what their plan of escape was to be, she waited impatiently and anxiously for the answer to be given. |
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Post by Gaybies on Aug 21, 2016 12:30:57 GMT -6
Paladin|Stallion|Labor SlaveAs Paladin stood there, very keen on the idea of disappearing, he continued to watch the little jeweled beetle as it crept across the stones, weaving an intricate path to nowhere. A noise from the horse above, the one he’d all but missed and meandered under, drew those sweet ember colored eyes upwards away from his creepycrawly friend if only briefly. He squeezed his eyes shut as the hoof lifted and came back down with a stomp, the horse swiveling his hindquarters away so that the two stood facing each other now. It was then that Paladin reopened his eyes and looked down, the shattered remains of the little jewel bug plastered gruesomely across the stone, little legs, that had once traveled great distances twitched as the last bits of life worked its way out of the tiny shell. It was then that the behemoth righted himself, lifting his head away from the ground so that he stood at his full height which towered above most others. A shadow cast itself across his face as for a moment he simply stared at the horse that had, in one small movement, destroyed the life of another. Had he not been such a gentle giant, he might’ve acted on the strange mix of feelings that plagued him, but, being the rather simple creature that he was... Paladin crumpled backwards and sat, a most unusual posture for a horse, and looked pitifully upon the once pretty shell of his little friend, his eyes glittering with tears he fought so very hard to restrain. Deidra had taught him that tears were not okay and he remembered most of what she taught him... most of it. Another horse approached and pulled his attention at last back to the gathered group. He seemed confused as the other horse spoke and stared blankly at him, his mind whirring as it struggled to decipher what had just been said. The first bit he understood, it was the last word that didn’t register. “...Re... bell... lion?” He questioned at last and almost instantly regretted it. The horse before him seemed friendly enough, but he was used to others making fun of his struggles to understand, it was why he spoke so very little. He knew he sounded stupid, he had been told enough times that he was to believe it, but his curiosity had a way of getting the better of him. Though Paladin was slow, he really did love to learn... which is why he risked the ridicule. ---------------
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Post by Shlup on Aug 22, 2016 3:35:55 GMT -6
Bryan | Labour Slave
Bryan’s eyes drifted towards the ground, where the behemoth of a horse had his teary gaze. Surely the horse was not upset at how the amusing, mouthy stallion had reacted. At things considered, their encounter when along quite smoothly. That’s when something had caught his eye. Among the dirt and rocks on the crack pavement was a tiny dark spot. He assumed it was wet. Moving his front hoof back to better look he notices colourful fragments mixed within a thick substance. That’s when it clicked. It was a bug. He was upset over the amusing, mouthy stallion stepping on a bug? Actually, after some thought the idea didn’t seem so ridiculous. The large horse had entered the group with his head awkwardly low. Perhaps he was chasing the bug… He shook his head slightly, the squishing of a bug is no reason to get teary. For a large horse, he appeared to be quite sensitive.
He had managed to maintain his smirk throughout his thought pattern but it faltered slightly when the behemoth of a stallion stared blankly at him. Did he not understand. He had kept it simple, what was there to not understand? His brows started to knit together when the huge stallion questioned the word, ‘rebellion’. The horse had spoken kind of slow, causing Bryan’s eyes to widen as he raised his head slightly.
Words eluded him momentarily as he tried to figure out how to explain rebellion. “Yes.” He finally spoke. “Rebellion. It’s sort of like a resistance. We are going to get out of this festering cess-pit once and for-all.” Bryan paused, he was beginning to ramble. “With us, you stand a better chance for greatness and your worth won’t be determined by your rank.”
He felt a tinge of pity for the larger stallion, but he was here now and there was no escaping the rebellion. Besides, they could use his strength. It also seemed, to Bryan, that the stallion deserved a way out. It takes a strong horse to surpass Deidra’s training.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 22, 2016 14:52:30 GMT -6
Godric | Vagabond, Vindicator (Captured)
Godric watched the others absorb his words, eyebrows furrwoing slightly when he saw a large stallion sitting down. Walking over to him, he lowered his head slightly "this is no time to be sitting down, young stallion. We need to stang strong together, and face this challenge" he nodded his head at the other horse who seemed to be trying to get him up. Godric raised his head once more and returned to the fire basin. With his ears forward he began to talk again "Now, we don't have much time left before the sun rises. We cannot rush this rebellion so we need more time to discuss, to plan. We need to spread the wor-"
Godric stopped, his breath held as he heard sounds from a alleyway all too close. Cursing under his breath, Godric lowered his head once more, eyes meeting with some of the other horses "It's too dangerous to meet in such a large group like this. We need to spread the word, make sure that anyone who is willing to join us will. I know it will be dangerous and I am asking a lot from you all, but we need to make sure that all types of slaves hear this news. I can only stay in the dark district or near the crucible construction site so I'm of little use to getting the word out, but I know there are those with a wider traveling range here."
Once again, Godric heard a noise not so far away, the group of horses all beginning to figdet and mutter "please, we cannot let this fail now!" he hissed "I know you are all worried but we need to trust in each other. Tell me where your words can travel"
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Post by bridgetroll on Aug 24, 2016 10:02:06 GMT -6
The group had settled down somewhat after the strange outburst, luckily. They couldn't afford for the group to grow loud or rowdy - daylight was drawing ever closer. Qi glanced around, searching for familiar faces. None met his eyes. That didn't necessarily mean that there was no one he could recognize from day-to-day activities, but it did mean one thing - not a single other equine from his work detail was here. He felt a sinking feeling in his chest as he realized what exactly that meant - it would be his job to communicate to those and any others on similar details. And he, as the forehorse in charge of his current project (he was working on a splendid sapphire-crusted fountain), he had many privileges. Among them... "Sol District," Qi said, raising his voice so that Godric would hear, "I have access to most of Sol District for construction and improvement purposes."He wasn't entirely sure that it would help - his range was only slightly wider than that of Godric's own - but he had already faced the grim reality. If this didn't succeed, if they didn't work as hard as they could, they were all dead. Qi was out of options. He couldn't continue with his fairy-tale desires any long. It was time to be realistic. And this was certainly as realistic as things got. "I'm sure that I could go unnoticed," he added. In fact, he knew he could. He had a certain...reputation among the chevaliers and seeing him skulking around Sol District wouldn't faze them. He could do this. He could help. -------------
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