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Post by empyre on Sept 18, 2016 18:51:36 GMT -6
Felix
Felix's stomach twisted into terrible, awful, excruciating knots at the chevalier's words for him. His mind consumed with swirling thoughts of protest, of disgust, of 'please don't touch me, don't hurt me, don't touch me, please please please.'
He was snapped out of his mind suddenly at the sound of chains being pulled and pained noises from the vagabonds as they were cruelly tugged from their enclosures to be displayed before them. There were three. There were three and they could only save two. It was bad enough when they had thought they would have to pick a handful to save from a faceless crowd, at least then they would have been able to pretend the left over vagabonds they couldn't save didn't exist. Now, though, he could see then clearly, could look them in the eyes, and he would know more than he would ever want to, who exactly he had sent to death, and he would have to see the look on their face when he decided. Despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to stay away from the chevalier stallion who turned his gaze to Felix as he stepped forward on trembling legs, his ears flicking nervously when the other stallion licked his lips, the light in his eyes terrifyingly cruel and hungry, Felix managed to move himself to stand next to Deidra. He leveled her with a silent gaze which he hoped would send his message across, 'Do you have a plan?'post: 5
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Post by carichimera on Sept 20, 2016 23:06:00 GMT -6
Mathias could hardly believe the cruelty of these chavaliers, were the horses set to protect the city really that corrupt? But what else was new. He caught the glance of Deidra, she was planning something, and the stallion was going to do everything possible in order to see that plan through. Of course he had to play the role like the Slave trader he was, so giving a slight sign he waltz over to the 'timid' mare that had made her way to the front. Despite a few blemishes here and there she looked in good health for a horse living on their own. He scanned her up and down before making a comment "This one looks like a sturdy mare, don't you agree? She could make a good servile slave given the proper training, yet-" He turned to the lithe horse that the leader of the brutes had messed with. "This one as well is quite the looker, despite the noticeable... flaw.' He raised an eyebrow, feigning pickiness. Scars were a thing of life and were nothing to look down on... He himself boasted many scars from his more wild days.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 21, 2016 19:27:41 GMT -6
 Chevalier NPC Black Stallion + The Two Goons
Eyes watched them as the three slave traders moved forwards, eyeing the slaves like a cow ready for the slaughter. A part of him enjoyed this too much, to make them pick and choose who will live who will die. Yet as the slaves spoke up, he quickly yanked the chains. " Learn your place filth." he snarled with distaste. A hoof stomped against the ground, his aggression shining through. Yet as the slave traders glanced and said their words, he was soon quickly growing impatient. This was taking to long, too long indeed. Where was the fun in chattering? Where was the begging and pleading? Why did they barely say much? It made him get angrier, and with his anger growing with each passing second, the more his thoughts ran out of control. " Im not wasting anymore time with you all." he snarled as he spat on the ground at them all. " These slaves belong to Ignacio's fire. They will all die." he shouted out at them. " Put them back in the cage and send in into the pyre. Let's be done with this all." he remarked as his nostrils flared with arrogance. "You all can go now, I believe we have nothing else to discuss." he scowled out to them. The Chevaliers turned their back on them as they began to walk the slaves back to the cage where they would resume their last few moments alive. The Chevaliers pulled and yanked on the slaves demanding them to walk forwards, not caring at all if they had to drag their ass to the cage, it would be done. |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 21, 2016 19:33:29 GMT -6
 Checkpoint ThreeThe Chevalier NPC will not be receptive to selling the vagabonds over to slavery, and is insistent on their execution. Will violence break out?
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 21, 2016 19:50:21 GMT -6
Deidra
Slave Trader of Aodh
She looked to Felix and grinned a bit and it was clear to see she was up to no good, yet it seemed they were working with a short fuse. The lead Chevalier was growing antsy and it made Deidra for once nervous. A wild stallion getting antsy was trouble. Eyes turned to Mathias as he spoke about the slaves and was glad he was playing along. Attention turned back to Felix ready to say something, but was so rudely interrupted by the lead chevalier, and she felt her stomach drop. It was all a game to them all. To raise their hope, only to stomp it down into a pulp, the small fuse in her suddenly ignited. Deidra had reached her limits.
She listened to his words and looked to both Mathias and Felix mouthing the words fight, clearly meaning she plans to fight them, to take them out and free the other Vagabonds, hell, maybe some the vagabonds would revolt and beat the bloody shit out of the three. Oh that would truly be a dream, but dreams were the sleeping, and they unfortunately was awake in this nightmare. Ears pinned to her skull as she was disgusted with all of this. How dare they act like this, as if these equine meant little to nothing. Sure they had a job, but she didnt take them to actually enjoy this, to get their sick fancies off on this. Trash.
Eyes narrowed as the three turned their backs on them and was dragging the Vagabonds along with them. She turned to the Felix and Mathias. "We are going to take them out. I think we can all agree they deserve to feel a little pain." she whispered to them. Nostrils flared as reared up and suddenly charged forwards. To hell with rules and guidelines, she wanted revenge. She wanted to free the Vagabonds, and as selfish as it was, she wanted a few for herself. "You fucking twats!" she bellowed out to them before suddenly bashing into one of the goons. "You all wanna fucking live, I suggest you act like it." she screamed at the chained vagabonds as she tumbled down with one of the goons that held The Shade. Deidra needed the Vagabonds to fight back, to try and earn their life, hell they'd die if they didnt try, why not try and be able to maybe live a bit longer. |
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Post by empyre on Sept 29, 2016 17:05:42 GMT -6
Felix
" That..." Felix can't help but breathe out as he watched with widened eyes as Deidra launched herself at the chevaliers, " Is your plan?" worry curled in his gut for a moment, his limbs frozen in hesitation. After that moment, however, he closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't very well leave Deidra to fight all three of the chevaliers on her own could he? Well, he could, very easily in fact, just walk away; but not in good conscience, and Felix didn't need a dead friend -or whatever he was to Deidra- nor the guilt on top of everything else in his life. " I am going to regret this." He stated out loud to no one in particular, before throwing himself forward towards where Deidra had engaged the chevalier, but suddenly decided to change tactics at the last moment. He swerved left, avoiding the fight in order to approach the holding cells full of vagabonds. Rearing up, it took a few blows before he managed to get the lock off the gate and swing it open, " Go, before they overpower us!" he urged them, not staying a moment longer before moving on to the next cell. post: 6
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