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Post by Nox-Sidus on Aug 8, 2016 21:00:34 GMT -6
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Simply the presence of the crowd alone made Nerium's flesh buzz with life, her blood hiss in excitement. A messy smile couldn't help but slip onto her dark features as she wove about the clusters of equines, most chattering like birds over the presence of those from Adoh. Nerium certainly held no ill will towards those who were speaking of such a thing for it would be rather surprising to speak of anything but it, especially for those who stood among the crowd. A hopefully feeling gripped at her heart, wishing for such an event to continue on smoothly and as those who have orchestrated such a grand thing have planned. Although, Nerium would admit that along with such a blissful hope, a small seed of doubt rooted itself in her conscious, fretting over the chance that something could, in deed, go astray, making the effort to smooth the relationship between Adoh and Breim. Such a feeling placed a lump in her throat. It was a demanding feeling, an annoying feeling, a feeling Nerium so desperately tried to shove from her heart.
Nerium's gaze, filled with curiosity and interest, flickered across the crowd, searching the sea of faces for any glimmer of familiarity. While she did not yearn for the presence of another to sooth her worries, the company of a friend certainly would not be frowned upon, even if the one to speak with her would be more of an acquaintance than really any sort of friend. After a moment, Nerium had came to a halt, her eyes flicking to the one who spoke above them all, King Hajime. It was still odd seeing him, but such attempts at stirring up memories of when she had last seen him were chased away as his words hit the ears of the crowd, hushing those who spoke with but his presence and welcoming those of Adoh. His words soon stopped, the final few lines speaking of a rather pleasant future as friends of those who reside in Adoh. Such hopeful words undeniably made Nerium's smile tug even more at her lips, a glimmer of happiness spilling into her eyes.
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Post by dancingorbi on Aug 9, 2016 14:08:53 GMT -6
Zahara | Breim Servant
So many horses everywhere, Faces unfamiliar and the loud noise of chatting. Zahara felt a bit out of place among so many horses but she was honored to be able to be apart of the festival. The new friendship between the two herds would be a good thing for them this she knew. Standing towards the edge of the coward trying to stay out of the way and so she didn't trip on anyone. At the sound of their king's voice she raised her head turning her eyes to the sound and blurred shape of him. Mumbling under her breath she slowly made her way along the edge hoping to get closer for she had seen a pale shape stand up there with him. Zahara had heard the King of Adoh was coming too and she wanted to be able to get a clearer picture of him. Of course the whole time she was navigating through the horses the best she could she was listening to the King speak. Every once an a while she would bump into another horse and she pause bowing her head with ears turned back "Sorry..' She would quickly mutter to them before moving away. Once she had gotten as close as she dared she was able to see the pale stallion a bit better not as clearly as she wished but she could make out his youth and just how small he was compared to their King. Titling her head slightly she blinked. Was that really their King? He was so....."Pretty" The words came out before she stop them. She hadn't meant to speak her thoughts out loud like that.
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Post by fossature on Aug 10, 2016 4:03:46 GMT -6
The shetland pony half-stumbled out of the bar into the glaring festival lights, sky-blue eyes readjusting from the dark that had submerged him only a few seconds before.
You see, Ciel had arrived to Nariah much earlier than the celebrations were due to begin in order to fully appreciate the nostalgic feeling the festivals always gave him. The magical luminescence, the attractive mares dressed up for the occasion, the little colts playing tag in the streets- all those things were so small, yet added up to be greater than their sum when wrapped up in the gift-wrapping of a celebration. But, the bow on the top, the final piece that holds it together? The food. The stalls were always best when the queues consisted of merely one pony (himself, of course), leaving him to relish in the delectable scent of homemade snacks without the tinge of odorous sweat that large crowds usually bring. Unfortunately, this time some other equines had the same idea as him, and the streets were packed with other Breimen. With a deep sigh, he had entered the nearby bar to spend his pay in the meantime. He didn't usually drink; But since this was a special occasion, he thought it'd be appropriate- it may even help him have a better time if he was more confident and let the alcohol speak for him. Which, of course, he did.
Before he knew it, he had blown his budget all in one place, and gotten himself partially drunk. So, to metaphorically drown the sorrows of not having the money for those scrumptious-looking pastries he saw earlier, he downed another glass before deciding that it was a bad idea, and exiting the bar.
... And now he's here, in the present. Disheveled with an untied bowtie and a trail of alcohol-scented dribble slowly crawling down his chin. Spontaneously becoming self-aware, he re-entered the bar to fix himself up in the bathroom before facing the crowds and brightness yet again. This time, however, the food stalls seemed much more appealing than ever, and he began to self-consciously wander towards them, as if they were magnetic. During this time it struck him that he had arranged to meet his friends here, though for the life of him he couldn't remember who or where, so he aimlessly flocked with the crowd.
The sound of the High King's voice boomed in his eardrums, slightly distorted simply by the fact that he wasn't the most sober he'd ever been- though it was still clear enough for his chest to swell with pride, and he stood on tiptoe to try and have a glance at the foreign king- which he had heard was a mare- and his very own High King, but his physical stature got the best of him and all he saw was the underside of some foreigners who had come from the surface.
"Bloody hell, they're all so tall..." He muttered under his breath, studying the Aodhians as if they were pretty little beetles he had under a magnifying glass. His eye was caught on the brief glimmers of their exotic jewellery in the lantern lights, with only one word slowly coming into focus in his mind; Rich. From this single word a rather foolish plan was laid out; He'd hate to take advantage of the foreigners, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and boy, was his stomach desperate. Steeling his nerves and finding an unoccupied place to stand, he plastered on a fake grin and opened his mouth.
"Blessin's from Argus, God of Arcane!" He began to shout, but the enthusiasm in his voice soon died around the fourth word. "Come ge' your blessin's! Yours now for only..." He trailed off, feeling a little pang of guilt in his gut. Scamming them wouldn't get him anywhere; And just looking at the pure bulk of some of them, it was probably wiser not to. After all, he didn't want to smear Breim's reputation with his very own hooves. So he came up with a better plan- one that he felt comfortable with, more or less.
"Favours for food!" He dipped his head at passersby, hoping it meant something respectful in Aodhian culture. He kept his volume considerably low, both eagerly awaiting any more wise words from Hajime, and to keep a low profile- he wouldn't want to be caught dead in a situation as degrading as this by someone he knew. "You give me food, 'n' I'll owe you one, bud! Favours for food!"
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 10, 2016 8:34:00 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent }
She couldn’t believe it.
Even as she stood in the very heart of Briem, Nariah the Capital of Sirith, she couldn’t believe it. By the Gods, she couldn’t imagine that only a short time ago she had been chosen to travel with the young King and his assembled mini Court to Nariah. It didn’t take long for a part of her to hastily theorise her Grand Uncle must have had a hoof in it, whether it was true or not she had no idea.
To say she was a bundle of nervous excitable energy ever since she found out was a mild understatement. Of course she had heard of the rumours and tales parents told their foals about the cave dwellers and their home deep within the earth. But curiosity always urged her to learn a little more and who better to learn things about Briem then their Consul, Samson.
Even as she had listened intently, she found she didn’t believe half the things he had told her. Until she saw it for herself.
And ever since the King and company had arrived to Nariah through some quite claustrophobic cold tunnels, Shiya had not once stopped gawking in awe of this exotic marvel of a city and it’s equine. Who, oddly enough, did not look like sickly little deformed creatures she heard of as a foal.
Though poor Kanu.
Since he had taken to sticking to her side since they arrived, she had led them both around the celebration like a little foal in a sweet store, pausing only every so often to marvel at their exotic crafts, food and music.
Though it did not slip past her notice that she wasn’t the only one doing the marvelling. Or at least staring. Ever since they, the Aodhians, had entered Sirith, every Briemian could hardly seem to be able to tear their gaze from them all. She can imagine they were all just as strange to them as they were all to her. Didn’t lessen her uneasiness and she couldn’t tell them to paint a picture it’ll last longer. So like most of the times in the Palace Court and also being dressed like a bloody show pony, she grinned and beared it.
Wading into crowds with the mighty huge stallion that was Kanu glued to her side, Shiya was grateful to have a familiar face in a sea of unknown faces. “It’s fine Kanu. Honestly I am glad to have you around. Don’t think my nerves could handle being here on my own at the moment.” Subtly she tried to adjust the formal getup her Grandmother had forced her to wear: a fine silver half mask with an attachable soft grey blue veil, a matching and thankfully warm cloak and a silver collar with her House crest. Covered yet elegant still, just how the Sea Hag likes it.
Before she began to grumble, a voice rose above the crowd and demanded their attention with gentle authority. So she raised her twilight gaze up to rest upon her young King Amadeus and a grand unicorn stallion, the High King Hajime. She listened to the Royalty making his speech, her hooves fidgeting like the nervous excitable bundle of energy that she was. As he concluded it, Shiya joined the roaring cheer, even half rearing in excitement as she was caught up in the moment. When a nearby equine glared at her antics, she gave a sheepish grin, though they couldn’t see it. So she turning her gaze to her friend/escort with a twinkle in her eyes. “Hey come on, did you want to see what Breim has to offer around here?”
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Post by Queerly on Aug 10, 2016 15:27:31 GMT -6
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 10, 2016 17:38:24 GMT -6
Evalynn | Aodh | Blacksmith
The clatter of noise of the many hooves entering the cavernous city echoed like hammerfall's in Evalynn's ears. Her ocean colored eyes scanned the inhabitants, the design of the city, the architecture of the buildings and pillars. It was all so.. different than either Aodh's or Talori's styles. As they all found themselves deeper in the cities' belly, Evalynn's gaze turned to the High King. As one would assume, he had guards as well. The paint mare knew that this trek was to build trust and all that other good stuff, but the two herd leaders seemed.. Hesitant around one another. Evalynn hoped it was just nerves of an initial meeting, but there was a lot that could be going on that she was blind to from her position. Evalynn had no greater ambition to be anything other than a Blacksmith. There was just too much responsibility in being a leader. She felt bad for Amadeus, the poor kid, saddled with the safety and well being of an entire herd...
Evalynn shuddered at the thought. She was a couple years older than he, and she knew without a doubt that she couldn't- and wouldn't ever be up to anything as big as that. It was all she could do to take care of her cat, for Ignacio's sake!
Suddenly a tap across her back spooked her out of her thoughts, and she turned to her friend Moonrise with grin. "No kidding. I definitely couldn't imagine the work it took just to hollow it to the right size." Looking around a bit more at the decorations and the Brieman's again, she snorted as Moonrise's next words.
"Well I mean, I could add a little fire to spruce it up a bit, but somehow I don't think they would appreciate it." Evalynn snickered as she grinned at her friend.
As the King of Briem spoke, Evalynn's ears perked and she looked up to where he was standing, and once he was finished there was a clatter of hooves and cheers. One mare caught her eye, after the King finished his speech. One of the Brieman's was prancing around, putting flower crowns on various horses, and even adorned one of the younger colts with a pretty looking bracelet. An owl of some kind was perched on the mare's back, holding a basket, and as she danced through the crowd, Evalynn's eyes followed her and couldn't help but smile. The mare's seemingly carefree spirit was... rather adorable.
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Post by Midnitella on Aug 10, 2016 18:08:18 GMT -6
Nefertiti | Echo | Breim
Nefertiti gave a small jump at the sudden voice so close to her, watching the strangers bow their heads to her. Her gaze had been focused on the royals who stood above the crowd, lost in a sort of stupor as she gazed upon them. Quick to try to remember her manners, she bowed her head to them as they waited for her own introduction.
“I am Nefertiti, an Echo of Breim.” Her peridot eyes feel on each of them in the order they had been introduced. Eyes resting a tad too long on the bridles the tall stallions adorned. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Scarlet. And you both as well, Jenko and Galloway. Though I am unfamiliar as to what Pit-Fighting Slaves are, so you’ll have to forgive my ignorance for that.”
Will a small nervous laugh, she had realized she wasn’t familiar with much of anything of their culture, and would probably end up asking a thousand questions before the festival was even halfway over. “And if you could please excuse my manners if they come off in poor taste. I have never had the company of a Noble before. The last thing I would want to do is offend anyone.”
She sounded like a silly filly. Nervous as if she was addressing an adult for the first time, almost holding in a small shake. Usually not having an issue with strangers, it always seemed different when they approached her fist. Clearing her throat slightly as she flipped her silvery white mane out of her face, a smile pushed at her lips, batting her long eyelashes. They could easily kill if used properly. Noticing a slight weight on her head she shot her gaze up quickly to see the flowers that now adorned her head. Amity she thought, her body relaxing a bit as if the flowers provided comfort in their petals. It helped her at least feel less alone.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 10, 2016 19:06:07 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan A dream come true. Albella had read many books on the underground territories of Breim. Some fit the bill while the others now seemed so far from the truth. One had told about the sprawling sparkling caverns inhabited by horses with an intellect like no other. Another book described the cities as dark and grimy, the horses who lived in them more akin to blind moles than equine life. She had never concerned herself with the politics of the visit, but now seeing the inner city of Nariah, she wondered what kind of statement they tried to make in the first place. Sure Aodhian folk had money enough to purchase surplus of materialistic goods and maintain the illusion of control over slaves, but the infrastructure of the underground houses, temples, and especially the larger one, just out of easy view.
Albella cut her day dreaming off and looked over her shoulder at the white-grey mare at her side. When word was she would be included on the King's traveling court Albella insisted tirelessly that Alois, the recently captured Vagabond now servile slave, come with her. The chimera horse couldn't help but smile at the sight of the mare. She had dreamed they would be together someday... just, not like this. While the majority of traveling slaves wore bitted bridles so that owners could maintain control, Albella's father had gifted her a sort of neck collar which even with its gemstone adornments, was remarkably dull when compared to its wearer. To the two of them. It wasn't a collar, but a promise.
"Look alive dear." Albella spoke to Alois with a smile. Brown and blue eyes gleaming with the jest.
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Post by sansatine on Aug 10, 2016 19:35:51 GMT -6
Alois | Vagabond
Alois always made sure to watch over Albella when she entered her dream walking state. Able always seemed to enter the realm of day dreaming effortlessly and easily, leaving the less capable Alois to take care for her. Albella seemed ever so skittish- only to a degree that someone so skilled at being with Albela would notice- to be with all the others, enclosed i the earth. Abel looked at Alois with a dreamy expression here and there, often making Alois pin her ears before they turned red. They were being obvious, but even more obvious was the constant itch around her neck. Even though she'd never claim the title, she was a slave, and such had to be demonstrated. ALois insisted that she wear some sort of bridle so that no reprimand would fall upon Albella, but Albella refused outright. Alois hadn't worn a bridle since her run in with "the gods" whatever those are. Albella took Alois to her parents and they fashioned a collar there. It was beautiful and colorful and made Alois feel dull. Alois hated wearing it, but Abel's father took such care in lining the inside so she would be comfortable, placing each stone perfectly so Argus would protect the both of them- which, by the way, she protested to. Nonetheless it was a symbol of blatant slavery, and no amount of meaning could dilute that.... Even so, it does make Able swoon just a little more often.
When finally entering the city of Nariah, Alois noticed Albella's gaze turn from her to the city briefly. It was a marvelous city, but as Albella looked, she became uneasy/ My love doesn't take well to others Alois thought to herself with a worried look. The assembly pulled into the Breim crowd and made their hellos. Alois steered them away, muttering a quiet "Lets take advantage of this freedom. Here, we are not slave and owner, so lets enjoy the shops." Able was looking up towards the palace, but not at the palace, just lower, to a building that seemed quiet and pure and, of course, had an Argus statue out front. Wait until she tells her father that Argus truly was watching over us. As Alois ushered her owner out of the crowd, a specific stallion caught her eye. He was a pit fighter, large and strong, being held at bay by a ring in his nose and a string of a chain. How easily he could be free, but he was too much of a coward to even try. Pit fighters were the worst of all the slaves and ALois hated each greatly. As they passed, Alois, being the ever bold mare she was, flicked her tail, landing a few hairs to swat his face. Her ears were pinned and she had an angry expression. Coward.
Alois led the two into the city, away from crowds, away from judgement. She lost her hate for the world as Able began to relax. How easily they changed each other's moods, like the moon and tides. The monarchs called over their people and a pang of disgust washed over Alois as she looked back. Everyone watched as they spoke, two children among men, leading, and no one was wiser.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Aug 11, 2016 12:27:17 GMT -6
Amity | Breim | Maker
As the crowd settled in after the speech, Amity's tense shoulders managed to relax just slightly. Most of the equines present were smiling and exploring the festivities now, none paying an abnormal amount of attention to her. This must mean that no one has recognized her yet and she had little to worry about. It had been awhile and most of these visitors seemed on the younger side so the likelihood of them recollecting her was almost none. Thank Argus. She continued milling through the crowd being welcoming, even to the members of Breim who knew very well who she was. Now she was closer to the front where the two kings had stood, trying to catch a closer look at them. Little King Amadeus was but a teen, and from the comments floating through the crowd by other horses she assumed he was very...cute? Well in that case she hoped to get the chance to give him a little flower crown to make him feel welcome as well. While she was milling about, her crimson gaze landed on a mare with a very large stallion on some kind of...nose ring lead? How very peculiar. Amity knew of slavery but she never suspected that measures like that needed to be taken here in Nariah. It's not like the large fellow would be able to up and run away, he would get lost in the tunnels...if he could even fit through some of them being as tall and muscular as he was. But she didn't see his status as a slave as any reason he couldn't enjoy himself while he was here. Amity took a deep breath and jogged over to the pair of them. "Hello my friends! Welcome to Nariah!" she curtsied out of respect before placing a flower collar over the mare's head gently with a warm smile before moving closer to the stallion (who was a bit more intimidating...his size and expression made her a bit nervous but of course she didn't let that show). Kili, her owl, handed her a flower crown from the basket and she proceeded to rear up on her hind legs to place it on his head, for he was nearly two feet taller than herself. She then stepped back and nodded her head. "I hope you enjoy the festivities, it's an honor to have you here." she murmured kindly before continuing on her way to allow them to enjoy themselves. The day was going quite well for the little mare, she would likely go stand by her little setup of smoking accessories in a little while so she could meet anyone who was interested in buying one. But for now she wanted to give out the rest of the flowers. The Aodh king continued to cross her mind, his pure coloring and beautiful wings...she wished she had wings like that sometimes. But before she could think much more on that particular thought, she almost ran into a larger group of Aodhians. Two of them seemed to be Nobility, for they were both wearing quite expensive looking bridles and accessories. The other two were beautiful as well, one mare was quite tall and wore her tail up in flowers she had never seen before. Her coat had beautifully unique paint markings that fascinated the smaller mare. The other mare was tall as well but mostly a brilliant black, wearing an elegant piece of fabric. If Amity had to guess, she would say they were Artisans here to see the work of the creatives in the underground herd. Amity didn't hesitate to reach back and place a crown gently on the shorter golden mare's head, and she used her telekinesis to place crowns on the three taller horses' heads so she didn't have to rear again. Once she stepped back she bowed her head in greeting and exclaimed, "Welcome to Breim, my friends! I hope you are all enjoying yourselves so far. Festivals are always a party no matter where you're from." she giggled as Kili hooted as if to agree with her. "Your journey here went well I hope." Though she still wanted to present the little gift of flowers to the King of Aodh to leave a good impression, she was more than content making conversation with these horses...as long as they didn't recognize her. She had all day to see if she find him after all, and there's no way he would remember her because he wasn't born yet when she left! It was perfect, no need to be anxious!
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 11, 2016 15:35:31 GMT -6
Leonardo | Driven
Leonardo marvelled at all the colorful horses, noting that Aodhians sure had style. He was pulled from his staring as a familiar voice caught his attention. Looking around it didn't take him long to pick out his small yet very present friend from the buzzy crowd. His eyes widened a little as caught on to the words that were leaving Ciel's mouth. He had had some sake or something, hadn't he? Already having started walking towards him, Leon now quickened his pace. "By Argus, Ciel, what are you doing." He hissed in the stallion's ear as he smiled awkwardly at some passerby's. An old generation horse gave them a disapproving look and Leonardo was pretty sure he would be hearing from this later from his old man. This was probably not the beat way to impress their foreign visitors either. Trying to get his tipsy friend to stay quiet, he whispered: "I'll buy you something to eat, alright? No need to beg for it." As he tried ushering his friend towards one of the food stands, he turned his head and scanned the crowd. "There's this mare in goggles," he said, even though he wasn't sure Ciel was listening. "I thought she may be one of their inventors, I'd love to talk to her." He couldn't see her though. Disappointed he concentrated on feeding the pony in bowtie for now.
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 11, 2016 21:47:48 GMT -6
Amadeus and Finnian//Amadeus had known of wonders, had throughout his childhood found fodder for daydreams in books and in stories. Never had he lacked for imagination, for his childhood had been a confined, sheltered place, and the only respite from its gilded walls had been flights of fancy and the endless fascination inherent to all children, fueled by the sweet murmurings of his mother as she lay him down to sleep. Yes, Amadeus knew of wonder, and had within his mind’s eye built castles of stardust and roads of sky. Yet not even in his wildest imaginings had he ever pictured the glory that was Nariah, a city that had- seemingly- slipped free from the author’s pen. To look upon her was to feel submersed between the pages of a book, for such beauty was reserved for the surreal- and yet, very real she was, her lights twinkling as the stars that turned overhead. Perched upon a balcony that felt more grand and great than he himself could ever hope to be, Amadeus looked across the shining metropolis and reminded himself to breathe. The yearling had never stepped hoof outside of Valore. To stand side-by-side with a peer, addressing a collection of his subjects and those that he never dreamed he would lay eyes upon, Amadeus reflected on his fortune. His herd- his herd! - standing as proud, glittering beacons among the masses, forging connections with those thought lost to old prejudices and history… Breathe, he reminded again. Upon his back, Finnian was trembling with what, Amadeus hoped, was anticipation. The young dragon’s claws nipped at his withers and throat, fidgeting like a child who couldn’t sit still. A child with a tail, that is, who wielded it like a lashing, ivory whip as his restlessness grew. Amadeus spared the creature a glance, trying, and perhaps failing to implore the beast be still. His verdigris eyes swung to Hajime as he spoke, softening to something reverent. To a boy of only sixteen, the High King was not as young as the rest perceived him, but a stallion possessing wisdom, experience, and a worldly charisma that rendered Amadeus both shy and eager at once. He had questions, so many questions and wonders, but not an ounce of bravery within his bones to ask them. And so he listened, and nodded, and looked across the mixed masses with eyes that burned like starfire. As the speech concluded, voices raised in cheer, and Amadeus felt his heart soar with them in tandem, the sound echoing in his chest, his heart, his lungs. It was to be a good day, a historic day, one that would be written in tomes and sung by bards in the smoky haze of taverns. “Shall we?” Hajime prompted, and the younger King bowed his head. Together, they departed from the balcony.
Within so many minutes, the royal heads of both Breim and Aodh were among the celebration, heads bowed and lips drawn to smiles as the crowd welcomed them into its fold. Amadeus had expected- hoped, really- that life in the tunnels might have rendered the Breimens short in stature, but beyond a surprising population of donkeys, Argus’ children seemed to be no less frustratingly tall than his own Valorians. Perhaps it was something in the water… Quickly, Amadeus brought his thoughts to focus. There was much to be done. “High King Hajime, good and glorious People of the Arcane.” He called, and though his voice was naturally soft and ill fit to carry, the bridle he wore was imbued with a touch of Alya’s magic, projecting the words to the farthest reaches of those assembled. “We are gathered to witness history in the making. For a thousand years, the actions of our ancestors have separated our herds. But we are not our ancestors, and today, we rekindle the greatness that was our bond. Today, we come together to forge a new destiny for ourselves- a future of friendship and of peace!”Amadeus was unable to fully mask a grin as the crowd responded, cheers and words reverberating within the underground city and creating an echoing bass that rumbled in his chest. He turned his gaze to Hajime. “In the spirit of friendship, we would offer the denizens of Breim a gift of highest esteem.” At his signal, no less than thirty horses stepped forward from the masses, each possessing a golden chain that linked them to their charge: a pygmy dragon. “Our rarest treasure,” Amadeus continued, “and a symbol that links all Aodhians together. High King Hajime, we present to you that which is dearest to us.”
Hajime | High King//
A breath caught in the young King’s throat, as blue eyes gazed in wonder upon the small beasts as they leapt from handler to handler. They were no less magnificent than the one that perched itself upon Amadeus’ back, its skin soft as leather with claws sharp as nails. The silence that engulfed the crowd spoke of no less surprise and awe...and fear. Fears that were whispered deep in the confines of their own minds. A few took a tentative step back, but were otherwise still against the sight that beheld them. Perhaps they were, in a way, curious. Dragons had not been seen amongst the Breim herd since before the war and only then when Aodh horses brought the creatures with their trade and relations. ‘You must not be rude,’ Haji’s thoughts pushed against his mind, wading through the shock that kept him confined to his spot. ‘Accept the gift and seal the treaty. They have not come all this way for nothing.’ From the corner of his eye, the brindle could see the uneasy faces of his Royal Family, each one in their own state of shock and disillusion. Raja, who stood in the shadows of his relatives gave a solemn and unsightly frown, casually turning away from the masses to conceal his disapproval of the whole thing. Not all in the Royal Family had been so accepting of Hajime’s choice to create a peace treaty with the horses of fire; some going as far to say it would bring ruin upon Breim once again. It was an ignorant view-point but one Hajime understood. What seemed like minutes was likely no more than heartbeats, and with a light scoff to shake off the shock of it all, Hajime turned to the young King of Aodh. The boy’s beauty never ceased to amaze him, each delicate feature so perfectly placed to radiate the refined blood in his veins. Angle-like wings clung softly against his shoulders, as long primary’s stretched along his back. Oh, Haji could not deny the boy-king captivated him so. But now was not the time for such delay. “It is with great honor that we accept this wondrous gift from Aodh. A testimate and everlasting symbol of this new found friendship!” Now the crowds began to stir, whispers turning to shouts and then to cheers. Whether the happiness was forced or genuine, the High King knew his people would adapt and grow; make the best of what was laid before their hooves. His muzzle gave a toothy grin, much resembling a boy of his age, before again turning to Amadeus and the rest of the equine that now surrounded them. “Now is the ti--”BOOM.A searing light burned through the cavern, blinding white that engulfed all within the city’s center. Noise ceased to exist, and for a moment, void engulfed the crowd. And then it all returned. From below, the ground shook as if the street were to crumble beneath his hooves. And then sight returned, the white slowly fading into a disfigured image. Haji shook his head, trying to focus on what was around him until his vision returned and he took in the sights of equine braced against the cool stone of the streets. His ears rang with a deafening tone but that too, seemed to fade rather quickly. From afar Haji took in the sight of a building in ruin, its north side crumbled and its roof in a blaze. It did not take but a moment for the King to understand what had happened but that was soon to be the least of his worries. A resounding screech echoed against the cavern walls, followed by the flaps of wings and moving air. The dragon’s lean forms streaked across the darkness of the ceiling, each flying in a different and panicked direction. And then the screams started.
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 11, 2016 21:49:42 GMT -6
 checkpoint 2// It’s sudden, blinding explosion that rips through the foundation of a nearby building. Your ears are still ring from the sheer echo of the blast as the ground beneath your hooves slowly stops trembling from the force. As you gather the courage to look up, you are relieved no one seems to be harmed but without another second to think, a piercing screech reaches your ears. The dragons Aodh has just presented takeoff, flying in all directions as streaks across the cavern ceiling. What started as one fire has now become many and Nariah has turned to panic.
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