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Post by Queerly on Aug 11, 2016 21:33:37 GMT -6
.  quote Event Journal//
Premise Journal//
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Subplot 005: Pursuing the Truth!
Team Leader: Scarlet
Participants: Galloway, Jenko, Margaret, Arges, Alois
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Post by Queerly on Aug 11, 2016 22:06:44 GMT -6
 As the horses around you begin to panic and run, you move to follow them. Breimians surely know the quickest way to safety and as a visitor to this foreign land, you can only hope they will lead you far from danger. Yet as you gallop through the streets, you see from the corner of your eye a small duo of hooded figures slinking about the back allies and in their grasp, a dark and foreboding looking bottle. Is that ticking you hear? |
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 11, 2016 22:46:33 GMT -6
S C A R L E T T E ❧
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Nefertiti dipped her head, also in introduction before kindly welcoming Galloway and Jenko, both of whom seemed to be trying to conceal their excitement under a facade of both regality, for they were pit slaves and some of the best, and calm for it would be rude to act out of place with their Lady right next to them. "Don't worry, darling, we've got thick skins." She looked off and recognized Gabe, who had completely lost it when the Crucible collapsed and he was blinded, "At least most of us do." But her attention was called away from the Breim echo at that moment, to look at what Amadeus would present the High King.
“High King Hajime, good and glorious People of the Arcane.” Amadeus's voice rang out surprising Scarlet. Inwardly she praised the young boy-king, and whoever enchanted his voice to carry so well, because it was soft regardless. Fit for someone so young and innocent. She smiled, looking on as he spoke form across the sea of horses. The ripple of movement revealed the gift brought to Breim, the gorgeous pygmy dragons. Nasty little rascals if not trained, but wonderful pets if you got the right temperament and trainers.
And then there was both nothing and everything. A rumble went through the cave, Scarlet cursed. This was not supposed to happen. She had had enough of explosions. She ground her teeth as the shockwave caused her to stumble softly, and she let more slack go on the leads she kept attached to both Jenko and Galloway's bridles. There was another rumble, but this one more architectural. The sound of stones falling, of beams cracking and splitting. Of a building tearing itself apart. Her pink eyes quickly found it, the north side slipping down and the roof covered in flames.
It was then that she saw the dragons, their chains let loose or pulled from the handlers, take flight. Sinewy wings bringing them a high. They were as fearful as the horses in the chamber, but unlike the horses in the chamber, the beasts would probably prove a lot harder to calm and a possible danger. Despite how well trained they could be.
She was not going to be a dragon tamer. Everything in her pointed her away from the middle of the room and towards the outskirts, near the emptier buildings of the city. So with a quick tug to both Galloway and Jenko's reins they took off, moving through the crowds easily. She was just reaching the streets when she slid to a certain and decisive halt.
In order not to run into the grey mare in front of her. Alois, it was, unknown to Scarlet that she was not a Breim citizen rather a Vagbond, but regardless someone that the Noble figured knew at least some way to escape the main cavern and chaos. "Do you know a place to shelter? Or at least, to get out of the main fray. Something has happened," She said, asking the mare who had seemed to be relatively on the fringes, but looking bewildered. As if she had lost someone...
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a/n: huba I put Alois sort of on the fringes of the chamber, near the streets as if she were swept away from Albella in the commotion but literally just yell if you want me to switch it around a bit 'cause I can <3
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 12, 2016 13:38:44 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
The Breimian was quite charming. There was something delicate and elegant about her. Seeing the pair of ladies interact made him burn with a sense of… pride? Affection? He cared for the Lady Scarlette. That was no secret. It was not often he had the honor to accompany his Lady on such exclusive journeys. He was thankful for her kindness.
“… Good and glorious people of the Arcane…” Amadeus’ voice caught Jenko’s attention. He turned to both royals and clung on to every word his King had to say. A faint smile drew on his lips. He had to think of his sister when he saw the Pygmy dragons. She had wanted one for as long as he could remember. If only Liana was here to see this… He sighed contently and allowed himself to cherish this moment which, sadly, did not last long.
-BOOM-
It all happened so quickly. A dull sound filled his ears and he was temporarily blinded. Oh for Ignacio's sake… He shook his head wildly and blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust to the harsh light. He looked around swiftly. Jenko noticed he had instinctively jumped in front of Scarlet to protect her. How and when he had done that was beyond him. She seemed unharmed. Gallow was still there too. Aodhians and Breimians alike were running and screaming. Pygmy dragons were screeching. It was utter chaos. It was the attack on the Crucible all over again. Jenko swallowed hard and searched for Gallow’s eyes. Was he thinking about the Vagabonds as well?
His friend’s answer will have to wait. The noble had tugged on his reins, urging him to follow her. He did as was expected of him and ran. He had to slow down repeatedly to stay by Scarlette’s side. His speed was his best skill after all.
As Scarlette was addressing another horse, he couldn’t help himself but to stay close to her. Even though the Lady could fend for herself he felt responsible for her and her safety. Truth be told, Jenko had always been ridiculously protective of her. Now was no different. If anyone wanted to get near the Lady, they’ll have to go through him first.
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 12, 2016 14:52:00 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y - P I T S L A V E ||Nefertiti. What an interesting and gorgeous name. Gallow was still nervous at the idea of meeting an actual Breim equine. She had no idea what he was and he liked that. It was obvious he wasn't a noble, but for now this particular Breimian had no idea he was owned and sold by other horses. Gallow stayed silent as Nefertiti and Lady Scarlette conversed. He always enjoyed being around nobles and free horses when they conversed. He could pick up on rumors, gossip, bits of information about the outside world when they talked. As a slave it was easy to hear secrets.
But before any secrets or new information could be parted between the two horses their King spoke up finally. He presented a flock of Pygmy dragons to the people of Breim. Gallow eyed the winged creatures with jealousy and wonderment. If only he had chosen Ignacio's blessing of fire, but it would still leave him wanting for wings.
The dragons were an amazing array of colors. Their scales were polished and sparkling beneath the vast cavern ceiling. Gallow glanced around him to see the Breimian's reactions. He did not expect the fear and nervousness and the way they held themselves ready to flee. Not all were like this however. He could see some of the younger herd members oohing and awing at their splendor. How many of these horses had never seen a dragon before?
As their High King Hajime accepted the gifts, Gallow felt a shift in the atmosphere. And suddenly the world turned white. Details were lost and faces dissolved in the brightness. He flattened his ears to his head and shook it low to the ground. A searing high pitched squeal resounded in his ear cavities. He felt a deep shudder travel through the ground and up through his body.
Flashes of the Crucible clouded Gallow's mind. He saw the walls crumbling and audience members falling to their deaths. He saw the other pit fighters in the center and the Vagabonds who flooded inwards. He saw his window of escape slam shut in his face. Gallow's heart raced, his breath came shallow and hard. He felt his wounded leg begin to throb. It was like he had never left the Crucible. This wasn't suppose to be like this. This was suppose to be like a vacation. A time away from training and Valore's stuffy confines. Instead they had walked right into another terrorist attack.
Gallow finally drew himself back into the present and looked to see Jenko protecting Lady Scarlette. Gallow breathed a sigh of relief that his friend was alright and Lady Scarlette as well. As much as he wanted freedom he could not feel hatred towards her. She was a just master. Gallow caught Jenko's gaze and he saw his friend's thoughts flying fast behind his blue eyes. Gallow thought they were on the same page. Was this another Vagabond attack? But why so soon since the last one? And was this meant to free the few Pit Slaves attending like before or was this something ten times more serious?
Lady Scarlette was fast on her feet. She gripped their leads and pulled them from the stampeding crowd. Gallow would have to wait to answer his many questions. They galloped from the middle of the crowd towards the stalls and stopped suddenly in front of a light grey mare. She looked distraught and in just as bad shape as the rest of the horses in the cavern.
As they stopped in a small secluded area from the crowd, chaos still brimming around them, Gallow took the time to take in everything. What had caused such a massive effect? Surely it wasn't one thing? It had to be a well orchestrated event. As he turned his head to look into the alley's beyond the main streets Gallow had some answers and even more questions.
Two figures were cloaked in darkness and secrets as they cantered away, one was carrying a pitch black bottle. Gallow immediately flattened his ears and almost bolted after them before remembering this wasn't a pit fight and he was attached to Lady Scarlette. Gallow turned to Jenko, "Jenko, did you see those two over there? They were carrying something heavy." He was feeling antsy and the adrenaline rushing through his veins had yet to subside. Gallow wanted feel powerful. He wanted to fight somebody.
His nerves stringing tighter and tighter, Gallow waited like the good slave he was to report what he saw to Lady Scarlette. Maybe they could be more than just the victims in this situation.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 12, 2016 16:24:20 GMT -6
Arges | Driven
It was very unusual for Arges to blank out during speeches. The uneasiness of being surrounded by these... fire horses was too much. For the most part he kept his yellow eyes trained on the floor. Occasionally looking up to focus on individuals, trying to catch bits of their thoughts. Everyone was so happy. Why couldn't he just let go of it. These fears of flame were irrational and he recognized that. Still, memories of his childhood home in smolders crept up. He reminded himself it wasn't the Aodhians who burned his home down, stealing away his parents, but the god they held in favor.
"...good and glorious People of the Arcane..." The young Driven was snapped out of his intrusive gazing. What were those things up there? Vaguely reptilian gifted with leathery wings. Dragons? Arges' eyes blazed with fear. Who's bright idea was it to bring flying fire-spitters into the caves? He took a hesitant step backward. Just try and get back to the library. Dionysus will understand. He bumped into an older Breimian who paid no attention to him, their eyes were glued on the flying lizards. Arges gazed back down the tunnel. The way was blocked by a growing crowd behind him. As he turned his head to watch the exchange of gifts a bright light filled the room.
BOOM
There was screaming. First were the screams heard by everyone, but close followed by those made audible by this telepathy going out of focus. It was all so loud. He blinked his eyes several times to clear the spots. Bodies crashed into him as they flooded down the tunnel paths. He watched the only familiar shape of his friend disappear into the sea of horses. No, no don't go.
What is happening?
Why is this happening?
What was that?
Where did she go? Wherewherewherewher- FIRE
Arges' legs shook at the sudden load taken by his blessing. He stood in a stupor as flames licked up at the ceiling and panicked thoughts from the horses surrounding him flooded in. The need for air brought him back for just a moment. Stop and Identify. One, a grey mare with a collar seeming frantic as everyone around if not more annoyed. Two, approaching was a horse of an odd roan shade and intelligent looking, probably the calmest face to be seen despite the conditions. Three and four, two hulking appaloosas tugged around on bridles. Those in his direct line of sight were noted and numbered. The headache grew into a pain greater than any he'd ever felt. He couldn't get a hold on his blessing and the cacophonous noise of pleads to the gods became a repetition of names, horses searching for their loved ones. Arges' yellow eyes pinched shut as he braced his legs out.
Waitthere
AloisIcantseeAlois
There he stood paying no attention to the world around him. His body shook as he sobbed like a child lost in a market.
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Word Count - 492
Arges Post Total - 2 (one in main plot one in sub-plot)
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Post by sansatine on Aug 12, 2016 19:52:57 GMT -6
Alois Maeral | Vagabond
She was fading into relaxation. There were no problems here, just her and Able... and that dog, Ivan. He'd been following her for a long time- since her winter in Onea. He was smart, so she didn't mind. They were at the edge of the crowd now but could still hear the echo of the address. How Alois hated monarchs, but that didn't matter now. She looked to Able and behind her was a white light, slowly engulfing everything. She was blinded. Everything was white and something was missing. She looked around her and everything was moving so quickly. She was so still in this synergy and she thought it was another one of those visions. Ever since the night she lost her bridle in Valore, these visions appeared. Sometimes they were small, making her face someone else's or presenting something behind her in a mirror, but it was gone in seconds. This one lingered so much longer. And there was something missing. She looked around herself, hearing screams and hoof beats. Something is missing. "Albella, are you okay?" "Albella? Are you okay?" "Albella." Something is missing. It was clear now, it was Albella. The collar about her neck made her skin hot. It was just a symbol of slavery without her. She ran into the crowd, screaming for Albella, praying (yes, praying) she was okay and safe and away from harm. She rushed, frantic and afraid. She found no solace in anything, only her. She needed her. A roan mare approached, but that was not the her she wanted. She spoke to Alois, something stupid about shelter. She was red with anger- Nobles only want to save themselves- but with a quick glace, she saw a place clear of damage, but did not reply, she only carried a look of pure fear. Albella is missing, can't you understand? She looked through the crowd, there was a familiar face crying. He was scared, but so was she. She tossed her head towards the safe space, away from buildings, but isolated, safe. All she said was a quiet "there" before heading to him. He was a part of the underground hell, he could find her, but first she'd have to calm him. He was older than her only he wasn't. He was a baby, afarid and unknowing. His blessing out of control. She was infront of him, an old friend. "Arges. Calm down. Agres. Scully! Calm down!" she said so very forcefully. She had to be a rock for him to latch onto. He needed a rock. How was he in this big city without one? Where did his tether go? (444 words) ((Alois is E X T R E M E L Y perceptive, but is E X T R E M E L Y concerned about Abel.)) (((Alois 100% completely blew off Scarlet and her bois btw  she hates slaves, especially pit fighters, and especially nobles and will be super mean and disrespectful and bitchy 2 u ))) |
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Post by sdlhf on Aug 13, 2016 5:34:35 GMT -6
Margaret | Breim | Magi
Margaret was amazed when Aodh's king began to speak. Such a soft voice, but it certainly carried throughout the cavernous surroundings. She felt even more astonishment when he announced Aodh's gift to Breim: dragons. Margaret had only read of such creatures. She marveled at their tiny claws, their bright, watchful eyes--
She staggered, nearly falling to the ground, with her vision and hearing suddenly taken from her. Her whole body shuddered from a deep rumble in her chest. As a ringing sound filled her ears and she regained her sight, Margaret began to panic. She saw the equine all around her running, shaking, screaming, falling to the ground, or already there. Everything was a blur. Oh Argus why? What is happening?
She looked to the left, stepped to the right, turned around; she didn't have any idea where to go. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw some ominous dark figures in the distance. She needed to get out of there. Who, who, who--
Her frantic search stopped at a small group also near the fringe of the now-dispersing crowd. Four Aodhians, she assumed, as she didn't recognize any of them: a smaller brown mare who was speaking to a grey mare, and two larger spotted stallions. They seemed to know what they were doing. She began to gallop over to these strangers, and with a shaking voice, she attempted to console Arthur, who was still hiding in her mane and making distressed noises. This was not the situation in which she wanted to meet the newcomers.
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(I am so sorry for being so late guys-- I will do my best to reply whenever I can)
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 15, 2016 17:54:45 GMT -6
S C A R L E T T E ❧
Scarlet barely concealed her growl of both frustration and slight contempt, because she was calmer in this situation than what seemed like most. She turned to both Galloway and Jenko, her eyes sparkling with everything she had in her. "It's no good to have you tethered with the dragons about, and the crowds... we could hurt each other." She softly released both horses' reins, begging softly that they would not take this as their reason to escape, for she had handpicked them to go along with her. Had treat them as children apart from the pitfights. If anything, she was desperate for them to stay by her. They were a family to the single mare. Her eyes followed the grey mare as she met a horse near the edge of the crowds, but still in a throng of horses.
She swiveled her ears, catching the dull hoofbeats. Perhaps they could help? She turned and watched as the three cloaked figures disappeared into a backstreet, something firmly tucked along with them. Every alarm went off in her body. She had gone through one explosion caused by Hireath technology, and though both seemed extremely different... she wasn't entirely sure they really were. She caught the sound of Galloway asking Jenko about the figures. Yes, they had seen them too. They had also noticed them in such a way to voice concern.
"Go fetch those two, please, they look on the verge of losing themselves and I can't leave innocents like them behind." Pity laced her voice as she turned to both Jenko and Galloway, asking them to usher the grey mare and the panicking stallion to their semi-quiet place near the buildings.
Another horse joined them, a pretty mare, and instantly, by noticing the mare's cast glances to the same alleyway. "We saw them too, we're trying to help those two," She motioned to Alois and Arges, "I beg that they'll be able to calm down. I want to chase those... make sure they aren't the ones causing this chaos... as Aodh had no intention to get caught in another explosive celebration."
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 16, 2016 15:40:37 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
Gallow was right. He did see two shady-looking silhouettes disappearing in the shadows like thieves in the night. He had no clue what they were carrying but by the looks of it… Gods, he dared not think of it. He wanted to go after them. He wanted to beat them to pieces for the mess they’ve caused in Aodh. Kick them for letting Joffrey slip through his hooves. Bite them for blowing up the Crucible. Hurt them for killing innocent citizens.
It is as if Lady Scarlette had heard his thoughts. He felt something touch his leg and when he looked down he realized she had let go of his reins. "It's no good to have you tethered with the dragons about, and the crowds... we could hurt each other." He heard her say. His heart broke a little. He was free… sort of. It was such a weird feeling. He didn’t like it. He didn’t understand either… wasn’t he supposed to protect her? He didn’t know what to do with himself. He just watched as she made her way to the group of Breimians.
"Go fetch those two, please, they look on the verge of losing themselves and I can't leave innocents like them behind." His Lady said. Was that a hint of pity in her voice? “Certainly.” He replied and did as told.“Gallow, I’ll take the mare if you don’t mind. I’m not as strong as you. I can’t lift the stallion.”
He would’ve never admitted something like this but now was not the time to brag nor prance. The situation at hand was a tad too serious for that. They had to make haste if they wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.“We can’t stay here.” He simply said as he approached the grey mare. “Allow me to bring you to safety.” He noticed another mare from the corner of his eye. He assumed she was Breimian too. She was very pretty.
As he made his way to the grey Breimian, he tried to catch Lady Scarlette’s attention. It was simply not right. He had to protect her. “M-My Lady…” he said “I’m in no position to say this and I hope you’ll forgive me for it but… my place is at your side. I must shield you from harm. Allow me to do so.” He pleaded. He couldn’t let her. Not here, in this foreign city. Not now.
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Post by Western-Witch on Aug 17, 2016 23:03:44 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y - P I T S L A V E||
And just as Gallow was thinking of the symbol of his slavery; it was gone. Gallow swiveled his head fast around him. The chaos still had not subsided and it would be easy for him to bolt and disappear. But as he looked down at his master he saw a spark of something close to pride and trust behind her deep, magenta eyes. He bit his lip and sucked his breath in through his teeth. Curse his protective and soft heart. He couldn't leave now. Not when everyone was in danger. He couldn't leave Jenko for sure. That was his best friend. He cared about his well-being. And as much as he hated to admit it he cared for Lady Scarlette as well. She deserved his trust and protection.
She turned to them and pointed them to the grey mare and another stallion frozen. The grey mare was yelling at the stallion frantically to no avail. Gallow nodded to Jenko in acknowledgment, "Sounds good. Be careful though. The mares always have more fight." Gallow winked, thinking it odd Jenko thought he was less strong than himself (that was ridiculous) and trotted up to the brown stallion. He was staring ahead of himself, eyes wide in shock.
"Hey buddy, you doing alright? We're here to help. Just come over with myself and my master to the quieter alley. No one will get in your way there. We're all trying to do the same thing. Survive this thing." Gallow wasn't always the best at pep talking. He really had no patience for weak horses, but he tried his best to maneuver the shell-shocked stallion towards Lady Scarlette and the quiet of the alleyways.
As he tried to move the stallion he saw a black and white pinto mare with a peculiar little bird in her mane appear next to Lady Scarlette. He heard her as she mentioned following the mysterious figures in the back alleyways. Gallow perked at the idea of pursuing someone outside of an arena. He also caught Jenko's plea and felt guilty at how easily he would leave Lady Scarlette to her own devices. But honestly he felt the roam mare was anything but helpless. She had quite the attitude and knew when and where to kick. But despite this he still had the drive to keep those around him safe.
Realizing he hadn't introduced himself to the stallion he paused and turned to him, "Oh I'm Galloway by the way. I'm one of Lady Scarlette's pit slaves." Gallow honestly shouldn't ever be let out in public. He never remembered his social niceties.
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Post by MusicalMagpie on Aug 20, 2016 20:17:52 GMT -6
Arges | Driven Behind the roar of invading thoughts was a world of silence. Even through pushing his blessing back everything was muffled and the world was quite for just a moment. For just a moment Arges could remember the quiet of the surface. For just a moment he saw the blue skies. Then, out of the quiet rumbling.
"...Arges. Scully! Calm down!"
The young stallion's eyes snapped open to stare into the grey mare's own bi-colored pair before quickly averting them. He knew her from somewhere. Right! Yes, the only equine he'd met that matched and challenged his musical mind. But, the music wasn't here. He could just barely make out what she was saying, using that pet name again. She was one of few outsider horses he knew and would call a friend.
It was so quiet.
Arges shook his head in attempts to clear out the dissonance of telepathic static. He kept his focus on the grey mare. "Alois, there's fire." He said with a shaky voice, unsure if he was shouting or not. For sure there was fire, but he had to try and keep from loosing himself more than he already had. Arges opened his mouth to speak again when an appaloosa approached in a hastened pace. Who in the world?
"Hey buddy, you doing alright? We're here to help..."
Arges looked frantically between Galloway and Alois trying to pick one to focus on. "Wait" He spoke with the volume of a mouse as the more fit horse began ushering him away toward the alleys. "Wait, three" Panicked yellow eyes bounced between horses. Who were they? Nearing the roan mare Arges had mentally labeled Number Two Arges had found the collection to listen to the horse guiding him.
"Oh I'm Galloway by the way. I'm one of Lady Scarlette's pit slaves."
Number Three gained a name and title, Galloway, pit slave to Lady Scarlette. Lady Scarlette must have been the roan, renaming Number Two. For a second he let his inept nature give way to sensible behavior. "Arges, I'm a scientist." He said with a slight customary bow. As the density of sentient life decreased the muffled mess of thoughts grew steadily softer.
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Post by sansatine on Sept 25, 2016 19:51:25 GMT -6
Alois Maeral | Vagabond
With Arges less distressed and interacting, Alois took back to worrying about Albella. The collar at her neck burned. A labor of love and acceptance, yes, but at what cost? She needed to find Abel, but she couldn't leave Arges. They were back with the roan mare from earlier and she talked of perusing some strange hooded figures. Alois studies their small band of horses, misfits sure, but surely one of them saw something.
"Have any of you-" Alois interrupted, "seen a mare about my height only a little smaller and grey and white and black? She's my w-Master. I need to find her." she finished through shut eyes. Alois needed to find Albella. They were going to have a family soon enough, with that thought she felt a sharp pain somewhere near her stomach. She hid the discomfort from the others, but not the worry. These hooded figures could wait.
But then they appeared again, just past the Breimian mare's ears. They were headed away, deeper into the city and with them was her. Alois only saw a flash but she was sure. Certainly it was. But then again, maybe it was one of these tricks again. Ever since that night in the city of fire, she'd been seeing things. She still refused that the gods were real, and 'blessings' didn't make them less real or more so. But these... tricks kept appearing, and this could be one of them. Either way, the mare was already running after them, not knowing if her entourage had followed or not.
She just wanted her artist back.
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Post by Western-Witch on Sept 27, 2016 10:25:34 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y - P I T S L A V E ||
Arges, his name was Arges. What a peculiar name. Wasn't that the name of their god? Gallow's curious mind wandered lightly over the customs and traditions of the Breim herd. Even in a time of chaos he still couldn't tame his exploratory thoughts. Gallow bent his neck towards Arges as he mentioned he was a scientist. "If you're a scientist, do you know what could have caused that light earlier?"
But before Galloway could get an answer the mare Jenko was helping suddenly grew more frantic asking if anyone had seen a smaller mare. Then something caught her attention in the dark reaches of the alleyways of Nariah. Galloway saw that look on her face and knew her thoughts. She was gone, her mane and tail streaming behind her as she fled into the shadows after the cloaked figures. He didn't know who she thought she saw, but she was running straight into danger.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's leaving. She's running straight for them," Galloway knew everyone was at their wits end and loosing it fast with the trauma of the evening. The mare may not be able to hold her own against an attacker if faced with the problem. She was frayed, looking for a friend or loved one. "I'm going after her," Galloway knew he shouldn't just leave Lady Scarlet without her permission, but he felt keeping another horse safe was more important.
As his hooves gained purchase on the streets, he raced off after her. The lead to his halter whipped behind him as the darkness of the evening seemed to grow more sinister. He felt extremely uneasy, catching glimpses of the the other mare and following echoing hoofsteps. Anything could be hiding here after an event like this. He could actually find the horses who did this, maybe it was all connected? Gallow's mind ran a million different paths and raised a million different questions. He wasn't in Valore anymore, hidden behind his masters walls. This was what every other equine felt like on the outside. Unsure and frightened. Would he ever be ready for this if he chose to run?
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she hates slaves, especially pit fighters, and especially nobles and will be super mean and disrespectful and bitchy 2 u 
