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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:34:43 GMT -6
 “We are already five minutes late!” She said to them with a hard stomp of her foreleg. Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:54:15 GMT -6
Although Octavia had visited many royal christenings previously - all for Lilith’s children - she still felt it important to attend each of them. Especially in these trying times for Aodh, as everyone was still trying to recover from the vindicator attacks. A new life gave new hope... “Hurry up,” the mistress urged with a tone of impatience. She stood at the bottom of the stairway, waiting for her precious courtesans to come down for yet another round of judging. She had already sent them back to their rooms twice now, dissatisfied with how each had dressed themselves. They all looked like a mess! Hair out of place, scarves far too bland (where had their sense of fashion gone!?), bridles askew on their faces - oh, and she didn’t even want to dare think of the horrible makeup job Zipporah had done on herself. The impotence over dressing properly baffled her. One would think that after working for her for so long, they would understand how to meet her level of satisfaction, but no, they still had to go through this strenuous routine for every formal event! “We are already five minutes late!” She said to them with a hard stomp of her foreleg. Finally, Octavia saw them shuffling out of their rooms and down the stairs. She waited for them to line up in a row before she walked over to them. -----------------------
Octavia / Zipporah, Post 1
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Post by Queerly on Aug 5, 2016 18:58:42 GMT -6
 The Royal Christening started five minutes ago, but you’re still stuck in the Pearl. Mistress Octavia is having one of her moments; not a single courtesan of hers will be seen at this high-profile event in anything less than their perfect hair and eye-catching attire. You’ve just spent the last two hours getting yourself ready, and now that you’ve applied the final touches to your look, you must shuffle downstairs and line up for Mistress Octavia’s intense scrutiny. You’d best not have a single hair out of place! |
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Post by Queerly on Aug 6, 2016 14:07:18 GMT -6
Zuriel was unaccustomed to early hours. The Pearl operated on a strict but decidedly late schedule, never opening before noon, and certainly never closing before midnight. This was of course because coin flowed best when the work day was done; Aodhians looking to decompress flocked to their doors for easy loving. It was a good system, a smart system, but it left Zuriel wholly unprepared for an early wake-up call. Having gotten to bed at a ludicrous hour the night before, he couldn’t help but lament the sleep lost as he shuffled down the Pearl’s wide, spiraling staircase. Octavia seemed to be yelling, which was not only normal most times but seemed to be an ongoing theme of the morning. Zuriel was adept at tuning it out, having grown accustomed to his mother figure’s tirades about this and that. But it was early, as mentioned, and the pitch of her voice was just shrill enough to pierce his tired, vulnerable ears. Zuriel flinched, one hoof poised to dismount the staircase, and quirked an ear to the front room. ‘We are already five minutes late!’ Octavia cried. Darkly, Zuriel mused that they wouldn’t be so late if they’d left two make-overs ago. But such things were not said when the Mistress was sober, and so resigned to his fate, Zuriel stepped on to even floor and marched to the front room as a horse walks to their execution. The room in question was a large open floor area where Octavia accepted patron coin, opiates were dispensed, and courtesans would line up for scrutinizing selection. It was lovingly decorated and always smelled sweet due to the abundance of opium smoke, but Zuriel disliked how the floorboards creaked under his hooves. Many months ago, a carpenter had been called to check on them, but his findings had concluded nothing beyond ‘they just sound that way’. Lady Lilith had of course scheduled for the boards to be replaced, but after the New Years Attack, every carpenter in Valore had turned their attention to rebuilding the city. Squeaky floorboards would just have to be tolerated. And while that was more than fair, there was something about the squeaky floor that made Zuriel feel thrown off balance. He didn’t like it. But far be it from him to mention the annoyance when Octavia was already on edge. Yawning, the stallion took his place beside Zipporah and awaited assessment. ----------------
Word Count: 408
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 6, 2016 16:21:14 GMT -6
They were terribly late for the royal christening (fashionably late, of course), due in no small part to the mistress and her ridiculously high standards. Zipporah wasn’t entirely concerned about how late they were, rather, she found herself more concerned about how much she wished to strangle Octavia.
Zipporah shot the mistress a look as she came down the stairs, which Octavia returned in equal. She did not appreciate being humiliated in front of the other courtesans. She believed that her makeup was perfect and the mistress had the audacity to tell her that it was ugly! Oh, she was furious! She had thrown an absolute fit over it, muttering curses at the mistress while she stomped her way up the stairs and redid her look again. It was probably a good thing that Zuriel seemed only half-awake, as Zipporah went on a tangent the entire time that they were getting ready.
Octavia’s screeching had been quelled now that they were all lined up. Zipporah took her place in the lineup, preparing her defenses for Octavia’s harsh gaze and even harsher words. She had dressed herself in a satin scarf, which hang around her neck, along with an artisan-made bridle embedded with green gems. The twins always sought to match their outfits, especially for formal events. If her look didn’t fly with the mistress, then Zuriel’s surely wouldn’t either. She looked to her twin, who had taken a place beside her, and then looked to where the other two stood. She dared not to say a word to the mistress, or to any of the other courtesans, seeking to avoid angering the mistress more than she already was. So, she simply watched, with a fire burning in her gaze as her eyes settled upon the mistress’ spotted coat, and waited for her to state her approval.
WC: 312
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Post by amelthea on Aug 6, 2016 16:30:00 GMT -6
Rowena | Courtesan
A christening. Rowena had been woken up for a christening? Unless this child was going to solve their current problems, her bed was looking mighty comfortable.. Of course, then she heard it was Lady Lilith's child. Anything for Lady Lilith. The morning would have been fine, except the workers had been sent to prep themselves again and again. Each time Mistress Octavia hadn't been satisfied with their fashion choices. They were wearing too much cloth, or their hair wasn't in perfect order. They'd only be seen at the christening when they were all perfect. Only the best for Lilith. However, she was too sober for all the yelling and re-dressing. She was going to need a smoke, or a shot. She honestly thought they all looked fine, more or less. Unless Mistress Octavia was going to personally style their hair (which she wouldn't mind), it didn't seem she was ever going to be happy with them. Her shriek came from downstairs, “We are already five minutes late!” Rowena sighed, praying that this would be the last time. They unfortunately didn't seem to have anymore wiggle room, so surely Mistress would let them leave. They couldn't hold the christening for them. She wouldn't risk missing it. A plain white sash hung around her body. While she did enjoy looking jewelry, she wasn't one for layering up in shiny metal pieces. Plain was the game. The bay roan quickly went down the stairs, lining up for the third time. Word Count : 249 |
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Aug 8, 2016 6:11:12 GMT -6
Nova | Courtesan
Nova loved attending royal events. The buzz in the atmosphere and of course getting to show herself off in the daylight, but Mistress Octavia's overly pedantic behaviour was getting on Nova's nerves. She always looked perfect so she didn't see what the problem was! Her mane was braided up perfectly as per usual and she even put her tail into a long twisting braid, her bridle and tail bands were gleaming and her floaty ocean blue scarf was draping enticingly over her withers.
"We are already five minutes late!" Octavia called down the stairs. Nova smiled, 'all the more eyes to be focused on me when we arrive.' Another grumble came from downstairs, she thought it best not to push their mistress further. Nova touched up her face one last time before trotting down the stairs to join her dysfunctional family. She looked over each one of her coworkers and wow, they all looked hot! Nova only hoped this was the look Mistress Octavia was after... As she joined the lineup, Nova bumped her hip with Rowena's and gave the pretty mare a wink. 'You look fabulous' she mouthed to the bay roan.
Excitement bubbled within Nova, she loved the excitement that builds in the city around these events, even if half of the city was travelling to the caves of the underground ponies. Nova gave a shudder as she thought about living with no sunshine. She pushed the thought to the back of her small mind and gave Octavia a beaming smile, that was sure to help their cause.
Word Count: 260
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 8, 2016 13:25:32 GMT -6
Once each of them had found a place in the lineup, the mistress began her inspection.
She began with Nova. The bright colored unicorn had been a member of the Pearl’s family for a few years now. She liked the mare for the most part, though much of that was due to the fact that Nova was good at her job and brought in lots of money for the brothel (money could always been an easy way to sway the mistress’ opinion). She also liked the mare for her beauty. A simple look, but the cobalt horn helped to accentuate that. She inspected the unicorn’s outfit, lifting her scarf with a touch of her mind and then easing it back into place. The mistress gave the unicorn a nod of approval and then moved onto Rowena.
Rowena had been around the brothel for some time. Octavia could recall the younger mare coming around the Pearl before Lilith had purchased it, and could remember seeing the younger mare, only sixteen at the time, as high as a kite or stumbling drunk, wandering around the lobby. Good thing those days were past her. She liked the mare for most of the reasons she liked Nova too; pretty and good at her job. She gave the younger mare a nod of approval as well.
Finally, she came to the twins - her babies - who donned similar outfits. Zipporah’s eyes were burning, holding an anger that Octavia knew she would face after the Royal Christening. She gave the two a long look over, knowing that it irked Zipporah even more to keep waiting with no word.
“I think we are all ready to go,” she finally spoke and turned from the twins. The floorboard beneath her made a creak and she swore she felt it shift...
WC: 301
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Post by amelthea on Aug 8, 2016 18:39:52 GMT -6
Rowena | Courtesan A smirk pulled at Rowena's lips, she had to admit, she did look rather fabulous. "Thank you, you're not too bad lookin' yourself," she mumbled quietly to the cream mare. She certainly was something. Her cobalt blue eyes, were simply captivating, "Maybe we could work something out later." The bay roan said, winking. Trying not to be heard by Octavia, for angering her further seemed like a rather idiotic idea. Her attention was grabbed as she watched as Octavia came to inspect her. She assumed Nova had passed the little 'test'. She wasn't sent back up to her room, so that was a decent sign for her. The possibility of being sent back up to change, seemed slim. They were already late, as the Mistress had shrieked earlier. Rowena flashed a devious smile as she was given the nod of approval. The twins followed, sporting matching outfits. Why did twins do the matching thing, she'd never understand. Although the silent anger in Zipporah eyes stood out in contrast to Zuriel drowsy ones. It seemed she hadn't appreciated her mother's feedback. After an eternity, everyone was approved to leave, "It only took two hours." Rowena muttered. Now all they had to do was make it all in one piece.
Word Count : 210
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Post by Queerly on Aug 9, 2016 6:54:47 GMT -6
Zuriel released the breath he’d been holding, relieved. The third time wasn’t always the charm in Octavia’s eyes. He’d half expected to be sent upstairs again, Zipporah’s angry chatter at his ear and the staircase doing its best to make a fool of him. He didn’t think he could scale them again even if he wanted to; the effort it took to ascend his exhausted, sagging weight was on par with Aodh’s more exotic means of torture.
His gaze shifted to his co-workers, and it seemed they were as relieved as he. Some more than others, and some certainly displaying a healthy amount of ire. Zuriel caught Rowena's eye, suppressing a smile for her dark murmurings.
“Excellent. There’s certainly nothing wrong with being fashionably late.” The words were directed at everyone, but truly they were meant for his twin. Even half-asleep, Zuriel could sense her anger, and how near it was to boiling point. With luck, reminding his other half of the attention she’d garner would shift her emotions towards something more pleasant.
“Come on,” He urged, bumping his nose to her shoulder, “You look lovely, sister. It’s going to be a good day.”
And then the floor gave way beneath their hooves.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 9, 2016 15:27:20 GMT -6
Just as Octavia expresses her satisfaction, there is a loud crack beneath your hooves. The Pearl’s floor is caving in! You all go tumbling into the hole, and though the sudden stop isn’t any fun, you’re no worse for wear. Above you, Octavia is screaming profanities, telling you to hold tight and that she is going for help. Around you, there is not but empty darkness… you seem to be in a tunnel system. Perhaps there is a way out.
A sigh of relief came after Octavia finally expressed her satisfaction with their appearances. With how the day had gone so far, she half-expected that the mistress demand they redo their looks again. Zipporah swatted her tail and looked to her twin. His words offered some comfort, however miniscule, to her anger. She simply huffed, biting her cheek to keep back a few select words she had in mind for Octavia. As she moved to follow the mistress to the door, a floorboard shifted in place beneath her hoof… And then it happened. A loud crack ruptured through the lobby. One minute, Zipporah was standing next to her brother and fellow courtesans, and the next she was tumbling down a hole in the floor. Her hair snagged on something while on her way down, and it ripped out a painful chunk from her tail. She screamed, releasing an ear-piercing sound reserved only for the worst of moments - and this was definitely one of them. The fall was brief, over as quickly as it had started. Zipporah landed on her side with a hard thud, on what could be presumed to be dirt and the now ruined floorboards. “ Fuck,” was the only word she could conjure up for the moment. After a long minute of lying there to gather her senses, she heaved herself up and shook the dirt from her coat. It was dark, but light from the hole above allowed some visibility. She couldn’t pinpoint what this was, but it appeared to be a tunnel. Above she could hear the mistress screaming profanities.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Aug 11, 2016 23:29:20 GMT -6
Nova | Courtesan
Nova sent a cheeky giggle back to Rowena then instantly sharpened herself up. Octavia looked her over, Nova gave her the cheekiest grin. Her tail flicked with glee when Octavia finally gave her approval. Her excitement bubbled as she gave the nod to Rowena as well. Finally! Things were moving and they go and support Lady Lilith. She giggled at Zipporah's never-ending moodiness and released the breath she didn't notice she's been holding as Octavia gave the twins the nod of approval too.
Next thing she knew, Nova was feeling pain more extensive pain than she had ever experienced and working at the Pearl? That was saying something. There was a ringing in her ears and all Nova could feel was anger. Her beautiful appearance had been all scratched up and she hurt in places like never before. She struggled to get up, but when she did the ringing cleared and panic gave way. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom and found their escape wasn't looking easy. "What the hell!" she roared furiously. Miss Octavia was screeching from above. "There's a tunnel down here miss, but I think we're going to need to redo our looks before we get to the christening" She yelled up to their mistress.
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Post by amelthea on Aug 11, 2016 23:37:55 GMT -6
(I'm sorry for the cursing, she gets cussy when out of her comfort zone) Rowena | Courtesan Of course the floor fucking gave out now.
A shriek exploded from Rowena's mouth as the floor gave out underneath her. She honestly thought this was the end, darkness engulfed her, only screams echoed.
The ground was a pleasant surprise.
The bay roan landed on her side, uncomfortable with the sudden darkness. Groaning she got up, she wasn't getting paid to lay around. Well no one was getting paid with a big ass hole in the ground.
Rowena cursed the gods for Aodh's bad luck, the vagabonds were probably behind this mess. They caused nothing but trouble. They blew the fucking crucible up after all.
" I swear if I fell down here by myself.." Rowena mumbled, trying to get used to the lack of light, " Y'all motherfuckers better be out there." She called out. Silently waiting for a reply.
Octavia yelled above them, promising help. As if anyone was available to help them right now. They were all at the christening.
" We wouldn't be in this damn mess if you'd let us leave earlier!" Rowena shrieked angrily at the Mistress above, stomping a hoof. She'd get punishment for that, once she was out of imminent danger.
She should have just stayed in bed. Her bed did look so comfortable.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 15, 2016 4:44:39 GMT -6
Well, Zuriel mused as he fell victim to gravity, I’m awake.
He could always find that little silver lining, couldn’t he?
It was with an unladylike groan that he landed upon his twin, and was at once both thankful for the padding and somewhat sorry that he’d made her morning worse. Neither sibling was a heavy individual, but a light horse was still several pounds of horse all the same. He imagined that being landed on wasn’t entirely pleasant. “We’ll have to stop meeting like this.” He told her. Once he’d managed to catch his breath, of course.
And while perhaps the joke wasn’t called for, neither was being ejected with a well-placed kick. Zuriel slid off Zipporah’s belly with a pained groan. “Why would you do that?”
More importantly, though, what in the world had just happened? Zuriel raised his head to regard the hole they’d come through, a sheer drop of no less than ten feet. He could hear Octavia squawking profanities and promises for help, and then her voice grew distant, likely going to acquire said help. Zuriel hoped that she was quick, and hoped even harder that not everyone was attending the Christening, or they’d be quite out of luck for assistance.
“Well, ladies.” He sighed, pushing himself to all fours and trying, futilely, to shake the dust from his mane. “Is anyone- Rowena, please, it echoes down here- is anyone hurt?”
He judged the answer was ‘no’, or at least that any sustained injuries were mild enough for everyone to still be in sour, scream-prone spirits. Zuriel watched the mares carry on for a moment, before something Nova said caught his attention. “A tunnel?” He repeated, and squinted into the darkness. By the gods, there was a tunnel.
“Well. So there is.” Zuriel agreed at length. He had a nasty feeling that the girls were going to want to go down it. “But, ah… they say that when lost, one should stay where they are.”
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WC: 350
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 15, 2016 17:38:48 GMT -6
“I think we’ve all hurt ourselves falling down,” Zipporah huffed, glancing back to her tail. Needless to say, everything hurt. “But as long as no one has broken anything, I think we’ll be just dandy.” She rolled her shoulders. It was hard to think with Rowena’s insufferable screeching. Zipporah had half a mind to give the other courtesan a swift kick to the throat. Sure, Zipporah was not one bit happy about falling down a hole, but she wasn’t going to waste her energy screaming.
“Who knows where this tunnel could lead...but I think it’s worth investigating,” she looked to her twin and then the other two. “As good as it might be to have someone stay here, I doubt any of us would be the willing party to wait here alone.” She knew she was definitely not up for the task, and she definitely did not want to leave Zuriel behind.
Zipporah turned, brushing past her twin as she moved towards the darkness. “Let’s get going, no use in standing idle. Gods only know how long the mistress will be!”
While not the type to pray, it was only in times like these that Zipporah found the act useful. She prayed that one way or another, they would find their way out - if not for her sake, then for her brother’s. Surely this tunnel system had to lead somewhere. What would be great is if one of them had fire manipulation, or even light manipulation. Something to help see in the darkness, since there didn’t seem to be any torches to light. The tunnel seemed to go downwards, although no one could really be able to tell how steep of a slope it was.
WC: 294
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 15, 2016 18:04:11 GMT -6
While the courtesans were trying to figure out what just happened below ground, above ground the mistress was doing the same. She was panicking and screaming curses to the gods. Her courtesans! Her precious courtesans! And oh, don’t even get her started on the mess that was the floor! This could put the brothel out of business for weeks! They would not be making it to the Christening now!
She chose to ignore Rowena’s comment, deciding that she would deal with that later. Right now she had to focus on how in Ignacio’s name she was going to get her courtesans out of the ground.
“Do not stray far, my darlings!” Octavia called down. She did not dare to get too close to the edge of the hole, fearing that she too might fall in with them (and then who would help them get out!?). “Hold tight while I go find help!” Surely not all of the chevaliers would be at the Christening. Although a big event required lots of security, the rest of the city still needed protection.
WC: 182
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Post by amelthea on Aug 16, 2016 18:39:20 GMT -6
Rowena | Courtesan Of course the others had fallen down with her, they were only a couple feet apart. At least she had that comfort.
"Sorry," Rowena apologized loudly, rolling her eyes at Zuriel. She could care less if her screams annoyed them. This whole situation was frustrating and terrifying, she held the right to scream, "It's not like you all haven't heard it before." The bay roan mumbled, smirking at her cleverness. Although in this situation, her fellow courtesans might not find her comments as funny as she did.
"A tunnel?" Rowena muttered to herself, squinting at the shadows.
Of course there was a tunnel down there. Apparently Aodh had copied Briem's style, and put tunnels everywhere. How original. They could've at least try to keep them hidden, and not have the floors collapse at the most inconvenient of times. The labor slaves that built this place were probably dead, so they had no one to punish.
She laughed at Zuriel's comment, "And only foals follow that rule." They couldn't stay put, especially since there might be an exit down there. Octavia could be searching for help until the christening was over, and she wasn't going to stay down here for hours with nothing to do.
Rowena nodded at Zipporah, she got it. Even though the mistress said to not wander far, perhaps they wouldn't be traveling down the tunnel for long.
The bay roan stepped towards Nova, "Come on, love. We can learn more about each other.." She whispered in her ear, moving past the cream mare to follow Zipporah.
This nightmare would be over soon.
Word Count : 267
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Aug 16, 2016 20:22:40 GMT -6
Nova | Courtesan
"Do not stray far, my darlings!" Octavia's voice sang down to them. Nova scoffed, "Like hell we're staying put, miss!"
Nova stamped a hoof, she just wanted to be seen at the christening, but not like this! She flicked an ear towards Zipporah's words as she looked longingly to the floor above. She gave a simple pout then pulled it together. On an adventure we go... Her heart thumped heavily as she looked into the unknown.
"Come on, love. We can learn more about each other.." Rowena's words snapped her out of the fear. "Don't mind if I do." She released a filly giggle in reply and put one hoof in front of the other, she loved her small family. The further in they ventured the more Nova's eyes adjusted to her dim surroundings. "Anyone have a clue which direction we should be heading?" The mare questioned. The twins always gave off a confident aura, it reassured Nova that she wouldn't be down here so long everyone would forget how beautiful she was. Nothing terrified Nova more. In response to her fear she turned to flirting. "Rowena, I must tell you what people have been saying behind your back..." She paused with a smirk, "What a nice ass!" She nipped the roan's rump and gave it a prod with her horn. What a hot bunch of ponies she worked with.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 18, 2016 8:15:27 GMT -6
Zuriel
Aodh Courtesan
Ah. He was surrounded by insurgents against good sense. " Ladies, I really do think-" He began, but the girls were already leaving, their perfectly manicured hooves reverberating against the tunnel walls as they descended into darkness - and out of sight. Zuriel stood still for a moment, very still indeed, and contemplated his options. The Mistress had bid them to stay put, and stay put he would have prefered... but, Zipporah had gone along with the hair-brained idea of investigating, and Zuriel couldn't very well leave her on her lonesome. She was a magnet for trouble, and more often than not, she required his assistance to get out of said trouble. Heaving a sigh, Zuriel cast a final look to the opening they'd come through, and then followed after his co-workers. He stumbled into Nova's hindquarters almost immediately. " Ah! Zipporah? No- Nova. Terribly sorry, I'm afraid my night vision isn't as good as it could be..." The stallion squinted, peering into the darkness. He could hear Rowena's voice (as always,) but he didn't hear Zipporah, who remained the priority. " Sister, where in blazes-" Someone stepped on his hoof. " Ow-" Sorry, Zipporah said. So far, everything was a shade of horrible. [ Post 4 | WC: 226 ] |
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Aug 20, 2016 1:18:12 GMT -6
“Just make sure to watch your step, ladies.”
Rowena and Nova’s flirting offered some amusement to listen to. While on other days Zipporah might have opted to join in, today she was just not in the mood for it. She had to agree with Nova’s comment though, Rowena did have a nice ass.
There was something about the tunnel that set an uneasy feeling within Zipporah. It was uncomfortable and claustrophobic. The darkness was swallowing them as they delved deeper, moving farther and farther away from the light. Zipporah was at the front of the small group, leading her fellow courtesans. She turned her to look back, hearing Zuriel bump around. “Zur-” she cut herself off as she felt herself step on someone. She was ready to make a comment before she realized it was Zuriel. “Sorry,” she apologized quickly. Though after so rudely landing on her he sort of deserved it.
Zipporah kept close to her twin, their shoulders brushing occasionally while they walked together.
Something warm prickled at her skin, making her stop momentarily in confusion. Could that be…? She flicked her ears back and continued walking. “Do you feel that?” she questioned Zuriel. She could just be imagining things, after all. She had been without opium for most of the day.
Ah! She felt it again.
WC: 221
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Post by amelthea on Aug 20, 2016 13:27:30 GMT -6
Rowena | Courtesan A smirk pulled at Rowena's lips as Nova nipped at her rump. "Well baby, I must say, your eyes are the color of the ocean," She said, even though darkness was all she could see, "And I'm lost at sea." From what she could remember, Nova's eyes were blue.. It would be rather embarrassing if they weren't.
"Oh Zuriel, do lighten up!" Rowena called out, rather loudly. "We aren't going to die." She said confidently. There didn't seem to be anyone down here from what she could tell. The worst that could happen to them, would be if they reached a dead-end, and had to turn back. All that walking would make her sweaty. They still had to go to a christening, if it wasn't over. If it was over, she'd still be sweaty, and that'd be unfortunate.
"Here see, we can lighten the mood." The mare announced, smiling, "Five hundred flasks of vodka on the wall, five hundred flasks of vodka, take it down pass it around, four hundred ninety-nine flasks of vodka on the wall." She sang obnoxiously loud, her voice echoing off the walls.
In between breaths, she heard Zipporah ask Zuriel if he had felt anything. Not that she was a hypocrite, but if there was some creepy animal down here.. She didn't do bats or rats, any weird furry thing..
Rowena stopped her singing for a moment, to hear Zuriel's reply.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Sept 1, 2016 2:24:07 GMT -6
Nova | Courtesan
"Oooh, right you are my love!" She cooed back at Rowena. "Zuriel do feel free to bump in anytime!" Nova started out confidently but thoughts continued to creep through Nova's mind as she thought of all the possible things that could be hiding in any of the deep, dark unseen crevices. Nova gave a small shriek. "Please Ignacio, get us out of here before I stop sparkling." She tried to believe Rowena, but she wasn't feeling so sure. Admittedly, she had never been this far out of her comfort zone.
A beacon of light emerged through Rowena's singing, forcing Nova to concentrate on anything but her own paranoid thoughts. "Four hundred ninety-nine bottles of vodka on the wall" Her singing was cut short as the thought of vodka crept through her mind. Oh the things she would do for a strong drink at that moment. "I think celebratory drinks and opium are called for when we get out of this stinking hole!" She cheered, she also decided they deserved the rest of the day off after such a traumatic experience.
"Did you feel that?" Just hearing Zipporah dare ask such a question in this horrid situation sent chills flying through Nova's hooves to her horn. "NO, PLEASE IGNACIO, PLEASE DON'T LET US DIE!" She screamed. All thoughts of vodka disappeared from her small brain and were instantly replaced with the thought of death. The dun mare forced herself to take three deep breaths. No. This wasn't like her. Nova did not get scared. She was better than that. "It was nothing, right?" She whispered in the twins direction.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 5, 2016 21:37:03 GMT -6
Zipporah flattened her ears against her skull at the screaming. Rowena’s singing was annoying as is, they really did not need anymore screaming. At the very least, Nova’s screaming did tell her that they also felt what she had, and that it wasn’t just the darkness getting to her. “It would be great if you two quit your goddamn screaming and singing,” Zipporah snapped at them, turning her head to look back. Her patience was thinning with every moment spent down in the darkness.
She felt the faintest rumble beneath her hooves and her attention was quickly brought back to what laid ahead. There had to be something there, but only the gods could know what, and the fear of the unknown began to creep up on her. She glanced to Zuriel for reassurance as she continued on.
“Ah, I believe there is something ahead...be cautious, ladies,” she said, sharing another look with Zuriel.
Ahead she could just barely pick out the shape of a chamber opening. The outline of the archway was visible by a dim, nearby source of light. Zipporah felt her nerves rising, even more so than they previously were. She tensed her jaw and stepped ahead of Zuriel, pushing him behind herself. There could be dangers ahead, something, or someone, could be there. She would not have her precious twin in harm's way.
WC: 231
Post 6 (+1 AP)
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Post by amelthea on Sept 7, 2016 18:55:36 GMT -6
Rowena | CourtesanRowena tried to hold back a snicker as Nova started screaming, "Don't worry, love. I'll protect you if there's a monster." She promised with a smirk, "Ain't nobody getting the captain's booty." She nipped at her rump, though in her terrified state, it probably wasn't the brightest idea. She wasn't out to scare the poor darling. Rolling her eyes, she let out an exasperated sigh, "As you wish, princess." The bay roan mumbled toward the twins. Zipporah seemed to get annoyed easily, it was best not to upset her while they were down her, "I would never wish to annoy you."Her eyes narrowed as the ground trembled slightly underneath them. That surely wasn't a positive sign. Her jaw tightened as Zipporah warned the small group. Another, not good sign. Rowena grumbled as an opening came into view, barely visible with the lack of light down in the tunnel. She didn't like the look of this situation, this spilled bad vibes. But there surely couldn't be anyone down here.. Someone would've found a way in, like those reckless teenagers or something, someone would know about it. "Y'all, I don't like this." She said quietly, expressing her concerns, "I feel like we're about the walk into something we shouldn't be. I can smell the danger from here." Rowena mumbled, pursing her lips. Word Count: 223 |
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Post by Queerly on Sept 19, 2016 2:07:00 GMT -6
It was not so much a chamber they had found, but a large, yawning chasm that cleaved into the surrounding stone violently, overcoming the might of Kaia's good earth with sheer force of will. As Zuriel stepped into the megalithic cavity, the acrid scent of smoke itched his nose. The courtesan sneezed, and the sound reverberated, echoing upon itself until it faded into oblivion and left a ringing in his ears. "Apologies," He whispered, "I didn't-"
But then his voice caught, stuttering into horrified silence. Something in the dim light had moved.
"Zipporah!" He hissed, but his female companions had surely already noticed what frightened him. There within the heart of the chamber lay what Zuriel had mistaken for a massive formation of stone, until it had breathed. Yes, the thing, the creature was alive and easily the size of an Aodhian homestead. With a scaled hide, a horned head and wings that could eclipse the sun, Zuriel knew what was he looking at, but could not quite believe it.
"Impossible." He murmured. "By the gods, it's a dragon."
The reptilian monster shifted, and the cavern shook beneath its grand weight. Zuriel took note that its eyes were closed and its breath came in deep, even gusts. Asleep. Good.
"We need to go. Now."
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Sept 20, 2016 6:29:23 GMT -6
Nova | Courtesan
A small squeal escaped Nova as Rowena gave her a teasing nip. She giggled nervously "T-Thanks Rowena, love. I truly appreciate it!" She blew a kiss at Rowena to try and mask her fear. The dark musty smell left Nova thinking, she learnt something new about herself. She was not a fan of caves. "I don't think we should add this to our package deals. It feels unsanitary."
Nova's ears flattened against her head as Zipporah's scolding attempted to enter. By the God's she hated Zipporah's scolding, almost as much as Zipporah hated anyone making sounds it seemed.
The rumbling made Nova even more nervous than before. She felt frozen to the ground as her eyes searched the darkness. She had a ridiculously uneasy feeling in her stomach, something definitely wasn't right here. It was never right to begin with!
"Bless you." Nova quickly called to her favourite stallion. Thinking about sneezing brought Nova's attention to the smokey tang in the air. "I wonder if this is what the boy King's room smells like, I could get used to it." She whispered slyly. Her tone cut short as her cobalt eyes gazed over her companions. Her eyes followed theirs and her breath was suddenly nowhere to be found. She was too frightened to mutter even a single word. The little ones made her uneasy enough, but legendary, supposedly long dead full sized freaking dragons?!? Hell no. Nova was not equipped to handle this, although a small thought went through her mind 'Valore has no idea, this will get me a lot of attention!' At least some good was to come out of this horrible excursion. As her eyes were glued to the glorious beast, Nova couldn't help taking in all its beauty. Sure, it was more terrifying than any of her worst clients combined, but hot damn, it was magnificent. Even in such a dim light, its scales were glimmering. Horns ridiculously large on an equally ridiculously large head and those wings, oh wow, the endless possibilities of travel on those wicked wings. Nova was in awe, it was sleeping after all.
Zuriel's voice faintly whispered inside Nova's head, she agreed with him but all the same couldn't move her hooves an inch. The dragon was too incredible to break away from.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 21, 2016 19:15:40 GMT -6
They were not alone, much to Zipporah’s horror.
What laid ahead was something made of dreams, found only in the fairy tales told to the young children of Aodh. Yet, it was there, a tangible and real thing, right before her. Zipporah could only stare, her mouth ajar. The beast was massive, nothing could compare save for perhaps the mass of Hireath. The slightest shift from the beast caused the ground beneath their hooves to rumble. To think that such a creature could be alive, right beneath their hooves. Zipporah felt both terror and awe.
Her brother’s words caught her attention and Zipporah snapped her head towards him. She nodded in agreement. “I think...that would be wise,” she spoke, her tone just above a whisper. She feared that if they spoke too loud the beast would awaken, and only Ignacio could know what the beast was capable of. She felt its breath tickle her skin and immediately pressed herself against Zuriel for protection.
Zipporah then looked to Rowena and Nova. “Ladies,” the courtesan swallowed. She motioned towards the direction that they had come.
Octavia would surely be on her way back with help by now.
WC: 198
Post 7 (+1 AP)
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Post by amelthea on Sept 22, 2016 16:08:38 GMT -6
Rowena | Courtesan Rowena's eyes were glued to the mound before them, which seemed to be breathing. Which was horrific, if she was being honest. "Holy shit," She whispered, awe filling her features. It was a dragon. They were supposed to be extinct, they were supposed to be a legend. The fact that one had been slumbering away under the Pearl, seemed unreal. A gigantic beast surely would've been noticed by now. It couldn't be here. She must be high or something. "Are you guys seeing this?" Rowena asked, unsure. She stood, unmoving. Fear and wonder were pounding through her system. These were animals of myths, and they had found one! They could get paid big time for turning it in to a zoo or something. Everyone would know that they had found it, even if they had tried to run away. "Do you think we can turn it in, for a cash prize or something?" Rowena whispered, careful not to wake the beast. It would be a death sentence if the reptile found fresh food in its cave, "Who do you think put it here?" She asked excitedly, "Maybe it's guarding something valuable." The bay roan suggested. ((it's so short my bad))Word Count : 202 |
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