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Post by catorb on Dec 7, 2015 15:01:20 GMT -6
The Peg Leg Private RP, between Algren (Cat-Orb) and Illidis (11IceDragon11)
Luciano is out fo the house when Illidis accidentally breaks his training dummy, and Algren comes to the rescue to help him fix it!
Objective: Algren and Illidis get to know each other / fixing the training dummy |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 7, 2015 18:22:43 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
Sweat trickled down Illidis's brow as he forcefully kicked his training dummy in a practiced motion. He whirled around, his green and brown eyes flashing as he reared up and struck the dummy in the face. He stepped back, his sides heaving as he caught his breath.
The grullo pitfighter had been practicing his motions for over an hour in the warm sun. He still wasn't satisfied however. He had to hit harder, move faster, be better. He had to keep his master's favor. So he wouldn't throw him away like trash. Like his previous masters. Illidis swallowed, tossing his head to throw some strands of his silver colored hair out of his face. He shouldn't think about that. He shouldn't think badly of his previous masters.
He focused on the worn dummy. "Again," he told himself. "Harder. Hit it harder." He closed his mouth and lunged at the dummy again. He swung his hindquarters around, throwing out a swift kick. The dummy wiggled on its post. The grullo stallion frowned. No, it wasn't good enough. He made the motion again, making the dummy's motions even more erratic. Still wasn't good enough! He grit his teeth, throwing all of his strength into his kick- a sharp snap went through the air.
Illidis froze and quickly turned around. His eyes went wide. The post the dummy had been attached to had snapped in the middle. The dummy now lay in the dust, stuffing starting to fall out of the seams and messily patched places. "Oh Ignacio, no, no, no..." The grullo mumbled, nervously stepping over to the dummy and staring at it. He'd broken it! His master had given him that. He couldn't go to him and admit he'd so carelessly broken the gift. Nor could he ask for a new one. H-He might be punished for it! The grullo shuddered, his spiraling scars aching fiercely at the thought.
( Word Count: 318 words )
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Post by catorb on Dec 9, 2015 13:20:58 GMT -6
Algren | Aodh | Servile Slave
By calmly tilting the watering can, the colorful flowers of the plaza were showered with cool water. The droplets of the miniature downpour made a the most delightful 'plokking' sound on the broad leaves of the foliage. After pouring a little more, Algren stopped and set the water can down. He looked around the garden lounge, satisfied with his work.
It hadn't necessarily been assigned to him to take care of the gardens, but he felt like he had to do something. Luciano had left quite suddenly, not mentioning any tasks for the colt to take care of. And so, with the sun shining out so nicely, Algren figured to look for any outside.
The colt started to pack the garden tools into a bucked to carry them once more. Now that this part of the estate's garden was finished it was time to move on to the next. The plaza. To Algren it had always seemed as if Luciano had quickly turned it into a makeshift training ground for his only pit fighter, Illidis, and had planned to change this in the future. But in the end it never had.
As Algren walked into the area, a loud thud got his attention immediately. He watched as Illidis quickly reared to strike the dummy in the face. The speed of the attack had left the colt baffled on the spot for a split second, before he continued on toward the low bushes that surrounded the area.
Despite living in the same house, the roan colt had never spoken with the stallion before. Neither of them had really initiated a conversation before, especially not when alone together. Not that it bothered him. The paint stallion seemed rather occupied right now anyways; kicking the dummy veraciously. Algren quietly wondered how long he'd have to train to be able to land strong kicks like that while he carefully clipped the hedges.
Suddenly a loud snap echoed across the plaza, startling Algren, causing him to clip away a chuck of greenery. He turned around to see Illidis frozen next to the apparently broken dummy on the floor. The roan colt dropped his tools and quietly walked over to inspect the damage. It seemed the main support beam was broken in half. 'Hmm, I'm pretty sure we have some old wooden polls in the shed...' He quickly started thinking.
When hearing the frantic mumbles coming from the grullo stallion, Algren looked beside him. He recognized the fear in Illidis's eyes, as he stared at the dummy in shock.
"That must have been quite a kick." Algren said, quietly waiting for a response before he continued. "Don't worry, I have a feeling master Luciano would rather be impressed then angered by this." He tried. Though the colt sensed it wouldn't be this easy to cheer up a fear struck Illidis.
[Word Count: 474]
OOC: Sorry it's soooo looong! Hadn't expected that either XD Now I'm totally getting in the mood to make a map of the house, though! Also, if you're like; 'wut?! He clipping hedges with his thumbs?" He's using telekinesis, apparently all horses in SA can, to be able to use tools 8I Just like in MLP! XD
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 10, 2015 9:10:33 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
Illidis swallowed, taking a step back from the dummy. His scars burned from memories of his past punishments. He'd beg Luciano for forgiveness when he found out. He'd agree with anything he said, say that he was indeed a bad sla-
The grullo stallion flinched as someone spoke. The master's other slave, Algren was his name, had been clipping bushes. Illidis had seen him out of the corner of his eye, but had left him alone to focus on his training. In his time living at Luciano's home he had respectfully kept to himself, giving the other slave space and refusing to initiate conversation. It was mainly due to the fact that the pitfighter was wary of other slaves, having been approached in a previous home to help with an rebellion attempt. Yet, the stallion knew escape was a bad idea, and refused, dooming the slaves who were sick of being in chains to their fate.
His green and brown eyes warily flicked to Algren. Would he tell Luciano if he didn't? Distrust and fear flitted across his face. He should have spoken to Algren in the past, figured out what sort of equine he was, if he would tell the Master, if he was a threat if this sort of thing happened... His gaze drifted to the broken dummy yet again. "I broke the Master's gift." He softly said. He couldn't tell if he should avoid Algren more, or accept him. "Just wait... Just wait...See what he has to say..." He told himself. He could be nice... He'd met some other nice slaves before...
"I didn't intend to..." He kept his ears flat against his head. "I...I dare not ask the Master for a new one..." He shifted his hooves in the dirt, trying to soothe his nerves... His nerves that were acting up because he had broken his master's gift- He gently pushed the thoughts to the side for now. If the Master wasn't angered, and didn't punish him later, Illidis would do it himself.
( Word Count: 339 words )
OOC: haha, it's totally cool! c: Omg a map of the house would be so cool. XD I just learned they could do that a few weeks ago. Totally surprised me, LOL.
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Post by catorb on Dec 15, 2015 14:27:49 GMT -6
Algren | Aodh | Servile Slave
Algren could sense the fear in Illidis's words. Was he really that scared of Luciano? He took a quick glimpse of the decorative scars on the older horse. However he'd got them, he hadn't done it himself, Algren was sure. The fancy looking scares marked Illidis's cheeks, chest, and legs. Places that would be hard to reach yourself, let alone get through the pain they must have caused.
Previous masters then? The colt knew Luciano wasn't the stallions first master, and considering the grullo's submissive behavior he was well experienced as slave...if that was even a thing? Thinking of himself, Algren figured he behaved as the slave traders taught him, but never fully followed their training. Mainly because Luciano didn't want him to, didn't really let him. His master didn't treat him as a slave. Algren caught Luciano often trying to pry the colt open, to talk about himself, his feelings. He cared.
Though, maybe Luciano treated Illidis differently. When Algren wasn't looking?
The colt nearly shook his head. No, that couldn't be it. Luciano was kind. The roan colt couldn't imagine his master mistreating anyone. Not even being mad. He'd never experienced the stallion angry, or sad. Annoyed maybe, but that would be the harshest he would get. To Algren anyway...
"hmm..." Algren hummed as he slowly walked around the blond haired dummy. It was a very well made quality prop. It would truly be a waste if they'd had to discard it, just because the main poll broke. The colt took a good look at the wooden beam. "You might not have too..." He said, furrowing his brow in thought. "I think I have an idea." He stated and jumped into action, looking Illidis directly in the eyes. He opened his mouth but shut it again.
He was about to give the stallion an order. Illidis, an older equine, and a pit fighter too. It wasn't his place, but... Perhaps he should word this differently. "I need to check the shed, we should have some old wooden poll there that could replace this one, if they're thick enough. We can try and fix it, and master might never have to know." Not sure if that sounded too deceiving, Algren tried a small smile to give the older stallion hope. Not that positive expressions were his forte.
"In any case, this broken pieces needs to be removed." He said, motioning towards the broken half of the poll that was still standing proudly in the ground. "Do you think you can try and get it out? Maybe dig around it and kick it to get it loose." The colt carefully suggested. Algren patiently waited for the older horse the answer.
[Word Count: 450]
OOC: Wow, why do my post in this RP get so long?! With Whitew0lf I can barely reach a 100 words XD
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 15, 2015 15:01:20 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
Fix it? So Luciano would never know? The grullo remained still for a moment, his mind racing. It would be deceiving his master. Would it be consider misbehaving? Being disobedient? He looked at the broken dummy, then at the shed Algren had mentioned. T...They could try... It...It might not be as bad as breaking it and leaving it, or asking for a new one... He swallowed, his nerves calming slightly, yet still there, still reminding him this might be an act of disobedience.
His ears twitched at Algren asking him to remove the post still in the ground. He was sure Algren wasn't trying to give him an order... Right? Slaves couldn't order other slaves around. Unless their masters gave them the authority to. And Illidis doubted that Luciano would have done that. Without telling him, of course. He eyed the wooden post. "I can do that." He softly said. He moved forward, starting to dig at the ground around the post.
Why was Algren helping him anyway? His previous master's slaves had always fought among themselves, trying to be the master's favorite. Being a pitfighter, a rare and valued type of slave, Illidis often became the favorite without meaning too. This caused the other slave's spite and jealousy to be directed onto him. He didn't want it. He didn't mean to be the favorite. It just happened, much his dismay. Any other slave would have leapt at the chance to make the pitfighter get in trouble. So they could become the favorite.
But Algren didn't. Algren was helping him, trying to keep him calm... Being friendly. Illidis frowned to himself as he continued to dig. He had made a large hole around the post, but he knew he had to dig farther down so he would be able to kick it out. His eyes glanced back at Algren as he dug. It confused him. He knew that not all equines were horrible. Luciano was nice. Illidis had encountered another servile slave that was friendly as well. But they weren't fighting for a master's favor. Algren should have been nasty towards him... Illidis swallowed and tried to keep the dirt and sand out of his eyes.
A large pile of dirt and sand sat behind him. He couldn't see the bottom of the post, but he figured he had dug down far enough to be able to kick it out. The stallion took a step back, judging where he'd need to kick and how much force to use. He pressed his hooves into the dirt. Then he whirled around, striking the post and making it jolt harshly to the side. Almost there. Illidis took a deep breath and repeated the motion, hearing the sand hiss in displeasure as it released the wood. He turned around, walking over to it and properly pulling it out of the hole. There. His part was done.
( Word Count: 491 words )
OOC: omg same here. Usually my posts aren't this long ;3;
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Post by catorb on Dec 20, 2015 14:56:09 GMT -6
Algren | Aodh | Servile Slave
Algren carefully watched Illidis and waited for his response. The older horse's eyes quickly darted about, looking at the dummy, at the shed. It seemed many things were going through his mind, the insecurity written on his face. Algren nearly sighed in defeat. He guessed Illidis truly was too afraid to do anything, frozen as he seemed.
"I can do that." He suddenly heard the stallion softly say. Slightly surprised, but relieved Algren gave the grullo a curt nod, before starting to make his way towards the shed across of the courtyard. When reaching the old wooden door, he glanced back to see Illidis dig with quite the determination. It made Algren smile the smallest of smiles. 'He's not that bad, just a little...angsty?' The colt thought.
He used his muzzle to wiggle the old door open, then pushed it wide to bring in the bright sun light. It creaked horribly as it did so, and it crossed the roans mind to check that out later. He walked in, careful not to trip over any buckets and muffy garden tools. Even some old furniture and rugs stood stashed away in the shadows of the far corners. But they were not important.
Algren used his telekinesis to move some boxes and chests aside to reveal the wooden polls he spoke of earlier. Using his legs he wringed one loose from the pile, which loudly fell and rolled around the shed's floor. It brought along some dust and dirt, making the colt cough slightly. As the dust cleared he tried to roll the poll into the light, so he could size it up. "Yes, this should do." He mumbled to himself. Outside he suddenly heard the echoing thud of Illidis's kicking. Good, they could really make this work.
Suddenly excitement started to bubble up in the colt stomach. What if they really could do it? What if they could really fix it in time, before Luciano would return? Who knows when he'd come back, but it would be fun to try. And it wouldn't hurt if master would actually cautch them either, despite what Illidis might think. Algren would guess Luciano would find it 'silly' that they would try to fix something broken, and would send for a new practice dummy to be made and delivered. Perhaps he would even praise them for trying to fix it. Or just never even find out and know about it, while Algren and Illidis did.
With that in mind a mischievous smirk played across the colt's features. He then composed himself quickly and concentrated on his 'powers' to lift the poll. He concentrated hard, but could barely get the thing of the ground. He furrowed his brow... Maybe Illids would be stronger? Well, he definitely was, no question about it. So Algren turned around and walked out the shed to find that the grullo stallion had successfully removed the broken piece of wood.
"We're lucky, I've found a suitable replacement," Algren said after cantering over to the grullo, "But it's much too heavy for me to carry it on my own..." He admitted, remembering his skinny features from his reflections in the mirrors. How his ribs were clear to see, and his hind slightly dipped in. "Can you help me get it out here? When we have it, all we need to do is fix it onto the dummy, and work it into the ground." Algren said. So far this was going well, hopefully their favor would hold up this way.
[Word Count: 586]
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 25, 2015 15:01:50 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
The grullo glanced up at the other slave when he approached. Alright. He could help him. He nodded a tad and started walking towards the shed. Was Algren following? Illidis wasn't sure if he needed him to follow. The pole shouldn't be too heavy, so he should be able to do this himself... The other slave was just younger and not as trained. That was why he hadn't been able to get the pole out.
He stepped inside the shed, spotting the poles Algren had spoken about. Alright. He concentrated on the pole, slowly moving it off the ground. It was heavy... Perhaps that would mean this one wouldn't break. He really hoped so. Illidis backed up, bringing the pole with him outside of the shed. He glanced over at Algren. "Where would you like it?" He asked softly, his eyes flicking to the dirt then back to the servile slave.
He knew he shouldn't hide his eyes. He shouldn't be afraid. He swallowed, trying to force back his training. It was hard. So hard. Algren wouldn't care where he looked... He hoped... But then again... He could care... Illidis's fear won the fight, and he securely locked his green and brown eyes on the grass and dirt. His ears flattened against his head.
( Word Count: 232 )
OOC: so sorry about taking a long time to reply, and my reply being so short. ;3; holiday madness kinda got to me and I got busy.
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Post by catorb on Mar 5, 2016 6:47:44 GMT -6
Algren | Servile Slave
Al slightly smiled at the reassuring nod the older stallion gave him. It seemed Illidis had become more determent to make this work. He wasn't fidgeting as before. The colt moved to follow the stallion towards the shed, but wasn't able to enter the small space while the grullo was in there. He waited outside for Illidis to bring the poll out, so Al could help. But he stepped back in surprise to let Illidis pass, whom easily carried the whole thing himself. 'Oh...okay.' Al thought short and followed the paint eagerly back to the crime scene.
"Where would you like it?" Illidis asked and Algren quickly walked around him to see. Perhaps it was easier to fist place the pole in the ground, and then attach the dummy...? 'No, this way is fine.' The colt was busy thinking fast. "You can put it here." He mentioned toward a spot near the dummy. Did that sound too commanding? 'Damn, his insecurity is rubbing off on me.' Algren thought uncomfortably, but shook the thought away and focused back on the task and hand.
He checked where the remaining piece of broken wood was sticking out of the stuffed dummy. It was stuffed in deep, with the leather skin bolted down on the wood. "Hold on." Algren said, as he trotted off to his bucked of gardening tools. He returned with the trowel and bended down. "I'll try and get these bolt loose." He used the iron instrument to carefully pry the bolts out, and it went surprisingly easy. They must have loosened up from all the dummy's use.
And awkward silence fell, and Al pretended to be too busy to notice. Quickly he tried to come up with a task, though, or perhaps a subject for Illidis to occupy himself with, but couldn't think of anything on the spot. So, Algren quietly continued, already succeeding in prying the first bolt out without damaging the thick leather.
[Word Count: 325]
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