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Post by Queerly on Aug 11, 2016 21:47:42 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Subplot 001: Hellfire!
Team Leader: Hajime
Participants: Amadeus, Frannie, Brutus, Diony, Shiya
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Post by Queerly on Aug 11, 2016 22:00:53 GMT -6
 As the fires begin to sprout up one by one, all in your party are feeling helpless. Breimian’s fear fire more than anything but Aodh seems a bit taken by surprise as well. Yet the King’s, while young, do not take light of their people’s plight. Find the dragons and round them up before all of Nariah is destroyed. |
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 13, 2016 6:57:38 GMT -6
((You guys dont have to wait for me. Hajime was tech the last horse to post before the plot split))
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 14, 2016 7:34:41 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent }
Every now and again, Shiya would glance at her tall companion, watching over him for any worrying signs. Though the Attack on the Crucible seemed to have left a mark on her close friend, she hoped he would warn her so she could led him away. Yet seeing him smile at Briem’s odds and ends, set her mind at ease. Even him conversing with Aodhian Nobles, who she only ever gave a nod of acknowledgement; Artisans and Briemians to which she gave polite greetings, had her beaming with glee. For once she thank Ignacio for the veil hiding most of her face.
Just as she was about to lead them through another round of the celebration, a mare of black and grey came upon them and moved to set a crown of flowers on her head. She swiftly lowered her head down and a titter slipped from her lips as the flower tickled her ears. Though she soon laughed out loud as three other flower crowns found homes on Kanu’s and two other mares’ heads. It was indeed an adorable sight.
"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. Your journey here went well I hope." As the gifter of flower crowns bowed to formally greet them, Shiya too bowed her head in return, though careful not to lose her little crown. “Thank you for welcoming us to your fine city and of course for the flower crown. I certainly am enjoying myself and you couldn’t be more right. A party is always good no matter where it’s at. Our journey was uneventful of thieves and breathtaking with it's scenery.” Studying the smaller mare, Shiya marveled at her unusual coat and striking red eyes. How odd, it almost seemed familiar...
Suddenly a familiar voice carried over the crowds and drew the attention of all in attendance, Shiya shook her head to free herself of the unexpected confusion. Ah young King Amadeus. She growing to be quite impressed by the little pale pegasus; his speech did not falter and he projected his voice well. Either that or he was cheating. That didn’t stop her joining in the cheers.
As her King presented the thirty ‘gifts’ to the High King, Shiya watched him and his people’s somewhat understandable reactions to the pygmy dragons. To them, they were unknown creatures after all and honestly there were far too many for the Cave equine to handle. Gods, even she was cautious to approach the little fire-spitters back home. Whose brilliant idea was it to bring thirty of them anyway?
Yet she gave a smirk as the High King was swift with his words. A good quality to have, especially for one who rules. Does help to have good looks too; to which he certainly did. Oh Gods no, time to get head out of the clouds now.
And she was violently brought down to earth in a flash of blinding light and deafening explosion. AGAIN?!
Barely stopping herself being rocked down to the floor, for barely a moment she couldn’t heard or see anything. But she definitely felt something when the crowd suddenly turned into a sea of fleeing equine; with her being dragged into its current. When the blinding lights finally left her vision, she felt panic as she struggled to stay on her hooves as she tried to stand against the tide. “Kanu?!” She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear him.
No, she had to calm down; she had to get out of the crowd now before she lost it like them. Running along with them, Shiya pushed herself through the mass diagonally until finally she broke free to an empty portion of the city’s square. Panting faintly, Shiya pivoted around to take stock and found much to her dismay. A building was partially collapsed and what was worst, the thirty little dragons were now free and panicking, setting everything near them ablaze. Damn it and here Shiya thought her first visit to a foreign herd was going to be a more delightful adventure.
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Post by sansatine on Aug 14, 2016 9:42:13 GMT -6
Dionysus Baudin | Royal Tutor
The grullo stallion watched attentively as the monarchs addressed their people. He felt Arges tense next to him and mutter some complaint under his breath. Diony pressed his shoulder to Arges' side to reassure him. Sure, crowds could be bothersome, but he'd be back in the library looking through the skylight again soon enough. Social interaction is good for you, son. Arges could be a shut in sometimes, but he did have reason to be afraid of these horses. They were Aodhians, the horses of the Firelord. Arges has a certain uneasiness with the element, but for now there was peace.
An amazing irony, fire spread through his home city. The crowd rushed through the two of them, pushing and shoving Diony away from Arges. He would be so afraid- no, remember yesterday. They had a fight- not even that, just a spat of a few words. "You're not my father! Stop acting like it! I can do things on my own!" still, Arges, you need someone to depend on. Diony decided to land where the crowd pushed him- which happened to be with some familiar faces, but these faces weren't familiar because of meeting, they were so because of fame.
The tiny king of Aodh stood before him, afraid. Diony didn't know what to say, but he bowed his head just the same.
"My lord," he addressed,"while we thank you for your gift, I do believe it is time to gather them. Would you happen to now how to do so?"
Diony had seen Amadeus with his own dragon, so maybe, just maybe, there was a secret to the beasts. Something that only Aodhians knew. He didn't have many books on dragon taming and he knew so little about them, but maybe after this, he could write his own.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 14, 2016 20:22:11 GMT -6
Frannie
I followed my heart and it lead me to the fridge
Eyes watched as her King spoke and she couldn't help, but feel the swell of pride in her chest. That was her kind, her best friend and look at him there! Look at the equine cheer for him, for that this means for them all. Though Frannie should have known the outcome, or at least sensed it. Living between the pages of old fairytales, was there ever a moment of peace? Suddenly a blinding explosion happened and Frannie cowered on the floor like the foal she felt herself to be. Ears pinned back as she closed her eyes, as she very well felt the air be sucked from her breath and the sudden fear of the walls falling on her. It was a nightmare, and then. Her stomach growled, a pitiful one, but it growled and seemed to awake her from sense. Eyes opened as her ears began to ring from the explosion. Frantic eyes began to look all around. " King Amadeus?!" She called out to him as she searched the crowds, everyone seemed in a panic and the little hellions of dragons where making a muck of her time, and her eyes saw the glittering of food, and suddenly her thoughts and worries of everyone and everything vanished. She felt herself licking her lips, what better time to eat, then in completely stressful moments? Why not a nibble to settle her stomach. Frannie's stomach growled in agreement, and as she began to make her way to it. Hooves skidded to a halt, and she felt her stomach drop. One of those demons landed on the food and was suddenly making it a new fire roast. Tears fell from her eyes. Why the food? Why did the food have to go to waste. Ears pinned back as she reared up and charged against the dragon for lack of better judgement. Hirn tilted downwards like the chevaliers did, she mimicked them with ease, having as she fawned over them any chance she could. Frannie was bound and determind to make that little pest pay, but the dragon was clever and far quicker then she, and before she reached it, the dragon took flight and for a moment vanished from sight. Attention turned back to the burning food, before it smoldered to smoke and ashes, and she dipped her head and mumbled out. " Dear father, born from the ashes, and carved in your image. Ignacio, Please accept this humble offering of foods, burned for you. Though I wanted a taste, it was better suited to give to you. May your blessings shine down on us all, also I pray for the dragon that did this, because I swear to high stars it will regret." Frannie lifted her head and was suddenly a bit at ease, but that didnt help her from looking for King Amadeus. " Ammy?" she called out ears flickered out as she watched others in panic, and wondered what did this mean for both Aodh and Briem? Would Frannie ever get food? Was she destined to be teased by delights only to have it snatched away? Frannie was certain it to be true, and her glutton ways was getting the best of her, until she suddenly bumped into Shiya. " I'm sorry.. I..." she paused as she felt her lower lip beginning to quiver. Post 2
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Post by Queerly on Aug 15, 2016 3:39:24 GMT -6
Amadeus!
There. A voice. A pinprick of light, no more than a distant, dim star amidst black oblivion. The void was calling, deep and dark and endless; Amadeus could have floated forever in its velvet embrace, lost to the decay of time, were it not for that light. He almost felt cross. Weightless eternity was so very comfortable, so very safe, didn’t the voice realize he was content?
It called again. King Amadeus! reverberated through the recesses of dark obscurity, and the boy felt his world lurch at the intrusion. Fractures formed along the surface of inky consciousness, light shining through the cracks as though it meant to claw its way in. Somewhere, he hurt, but he couldn’t pinpoint the source or its location. Perhaps everything hurt.
“Ammy!”
“Frannie?” The boy croaked. Verdigris eyes slid open, and the world crawled into syrupy focus. The city was sideways and bright, her streets undulating unnaturally. No- those were figures, shadowy and vague but distinctly equine. They were… running…
Belatedly, Amadeus realized that he was on the ground, and he couldn’t fathom how he’d gotten there. The pain had narrowed to a focal point just above his eye, and as he shifted to sit up, a warm line of blood trickled down his cheek. That was right - something had gone wrong. Something had… had exploded, and the dragons--
The dragons.
Amadeus’ eyes grew wide, and though nausea flirted with the back of his throat, the boy king pushed himself on to all fours. “Finnian?” He cried, turning, searching the ground for any sign of his companion, but alas, he found only ash and debris. “Finnian!”
Behind him there was a whistle, followed by the deep bass of a fireball hitting its mark. Amadeus pivoted in time to see a stall go up in flames. The dragons had come loose from their handlers, and now they flew in frenzied panic, the cries of their brethren and the shrieks of the equines below adding fuel to their fear, and the aggression that naturally accompanied it.
Run, a voice whispered. It was the same inner voice that had commanded he flee the scene three months ago, when the Crucible had come down and his guards were slaughtered like vermin. Run! it bid again, louder. Amadeus’ legs quaked.
He thought of Finnian, lost among the fray and surely terrified. He thought of the people he’d led to Nariah. He thought of King Hajime. But most of all he thought of his mother on the night that his siblings had died, how she had met the usurpers with a war cry in her mouth and reality bending to her directive.
Someone called to him. Amadeus turned to regard Dionysus with wide eyes. The stallion asked for help. Respectfully, as though the boy had any right to his respect after this catastrophe. “I…” Amadeus began, with his throat dry and blood running down his young face.
She had been a streak of golden fury and mettle.
“They’re afraid.” The King replied at length. He felt his voice turn to steel. “They don’t understand what’s going on, what’s happened. We need to ground them somehow…” His gaze shifted to the flurry of dragons overhead, spotting a single, pale individual among them. His heart lurched. “They still wear their collars.”
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Aug 17, 2016 9:28:39 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent }
For a time, Shiya stood there bewildered in the city’s center. Even while she was being shoved aside by fleeing horses, she was at a lose with this little disaster she was in. What was she to do? What can she do? She was no dragon trainer.
Just to prove her right, a couple of the little spitfires wildly flew by and lit up a portion of the city’s square and it’s stalls, way too close for comfort (proven by the singe marks on her cloak) even when she barely leapt away in time. Snapping her head around to the burning destruction left behind, the young mare pinned her ears back as memories of the Crucible all too easy surfaced within her thoughts. Thank Ignacio, Bones was not here now. Though she did promise him she’d watch out for the King…...
Oh Gods!!
Realising she had not kept her word, Shiya frantically swung her head around, pivoting on a hoof, searching for the pale little King. Instead of the King however, she found a little unicorn mare, right in her face.
“Stars above, watch where you’re -” She almost instantly shut her mouth when she saw the spotty mare’s lip quiver, her eyes widening in a mild panic. “Hey hey easy does it, okay. Let’s keep our heads and hold the water works, alright?”
Feeling something tickle her ears, Shiya viciously shook her head to rid herself of it, unknowingly removing the falling apart flower crown from the black and grey Briemian mare. Resting her uneasy twilight gaze on the little mare again, she took note of her stunning bridle, easily identifying her as an Aodhian at least. Otherwise she did not recognise her. But then most of her time was spent elsewhere than stuffed in the Court. Many of Nobles and those of their possession she did not know by name or face most of the time.
Sighing in irritation, the cloaked mare desperately scanned the city’s square once more to find the young King she promised to watch over. Wait, there! A flash of creamy white wings was all she needed to ease her mind before returning her attention to the appaloosa.
“Come on! I spy the King. At the moment, safety in numbers is all we have in this predicament.” And so she made a dash for Amadeus, careful to avoid tripping up on debris or caught by a stray flame. She was certain the little mare would follow her given the surrounding madness. It was only when she drew near that Shiya slowed down before her King and glanced at this new stranger suspiciously, feeling her breath being suffocated by her veil and also stolen by the look in the colt king’s eyes and tone of his voice.
It took a moment before she could find her voice.
“They are not the only ones afraid, Your Majesty. But you are right. They do not understand what has happened and so they do what any frightened creature would do; defend themselves. Bringing them down while they are like this will be next to impossible. I doubt gold would even tempt them.” Glancing to the stony sky, Shiya studied the dragons as best as she could. “And many would seem to still have their chains. But what of their collars?”
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Post by DawnsComing on Aug 20, 2016 19:13:01 GMT -6
Hajime | High King
The screams, they echoed across the city; through streets and corridors rebounding back as they hit the smooth walls that enclosed Nariah. It was enough to make Haji's stomach churn, blue eyes glued to the sight of equine racing around with no direction or purpose aside from fear. Their wide eye's tore at his heart like claws grabbing, grasping desperately for some sort of safe haven but here he stood, unable to move.
Another screech met the King's ears, exploding and engulfing yet another home. The flames licked at the paper walls, tearing into the roof like a ravenous beast as it tore apart its prey. It was enough to wake him from the shock and with a gasp of air and smoke, the young stallion turned; head whipping around for any sign of a familiar face. It took but seconds to spot the small King from afar, his creamy wings now covered in ash and blood. There were others with him, Dionysus and a few others Hajime recognized as Aodhian's.
'Amadeus,' the boys name rang in the brindle king's head, followed by a sigh that released his anxieties. Something about the boy King was calming, as if he were a beacon of hope in the chaotic world around them. The Aodhian's had brought these creatures here, mastered the element of fire under Ignacio's steady guidance. Perhaps they would know how to guide the dragons back to their handlers and quell the storm.
"Amadeus!" Hajime found his voice and swiftly, he cantered over to the growing party. "Amadeus! We must recall the dragons, please! Tell me how!"
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Post by sansatine on Aug 21, 2016 18:34:28 GMT -6
Dionysus Baudin | Royal Tutor
Diony played Amadeus's words over and over in his head. How to ground them? He could try to use his gift, but he'd only every practiced with that one devil bird in the palace. Even in the heat of the moment, Diony's mind wandered back to Birdie, but he pushed her back. She was gone, again, and he didn't have time for this right now. How to ground them... His mind was blank for the first time in his life. No amount of reading or traveling could prepare him for this, and his ever aging bones didn't help him- just this morning he noticed grey hairs growing on his face. A voice bright him out of his head. The king! A whole new worry came to his head, he had to protect the king, just as he did for Kali so many months ago. Diony bowed his head to the king and stepped closer to him. He would stay by his side as he always did. Diony looked TO the flock of dragons. A flash of white could be seen in it and Diony shot a glance to King Amadeus. That was his dragon, surely he was a very tame beast. "If I might," Diony began, "I will try to use my blessing to help. Argus has blessed me with-" he stopped. He never told anyone about his gift. Not even Birdie knew. It was custom for him to be celebrated, but Diony didn't want to be celebrated. Now realizing his pause was being prolonged, he finished his thought, "the Sight." He avoided Breimian eyes, not wanting any reprimand of this. Customs were common, not constant, he didn't have to follow them. This whole festival was about breaking habit. He was worrying for no reason, though, they probably didn't even care. Diony focused on the flock of dragons, bodies moving quickly, but never crashing. It was an organized chaos. Diony tried to pick one, but the only single body he could focus on was the white dragon in the mix. Diony didn't know if his blessing would be any use, but it may provide some clarity. He didn't even know what he'd experience using his gift, either, he just knew that Argus gave this blessing to him for a reason.
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Post by brindletail on Aug 21, 2016 20:58:03 GMT -6
B R U T U S "I am the character you are not supposed to like."- Alan Rickman
He felt the bodies ricochet off him before he heard the blast. The crowd became a seething anthill, and he continued to be bombarded by those who thought he too, would be running by now. Recklessly, he hadn't even thought of Guinevere before she was screaming in his face, struggling to be heard over the shrieks of the mob, as well as those of the dragons. She was ten times the thinker he was, and after a brief dialogue of what cowards surrounded them, it was obvious he must help the King. With silent acknowledgment, his Lady slipped into the current of the fleeing and was gone.
The Belgian surged through the chaos like a battering ram, slow in his efforts, but progressive. It wasn't as if he was aiming to trample anyone in his first attempt at heroism. He flinched as fire erupted to his right, devouring an entire wall in minutes. He strained to find a way to the balcony he had seen the pair of leaders standing prior to the blast, and he wondered just how sturdy this tiny paper town would hold under his colossal weight. Who's idea was it to bring dragons to a claustrophobic, underground tunnel? Oh right, his brilliant leader. He wondered who would replace the cherub if he were to succumb to his own mistake.......
He shook the thought from his mind, Gwen would castrate him if he failed. Anarchy did not suit her, and she was perfectly fine with an impressionable child running their country. The only other time he had come face-to-face with Amadeus was when he received his Incandescent Steel bracers, as a sign of his recognition in the Pit. Or as Brutus liked to call it, The Best Day of Guinevere's Life. He was curious if the King would even recognize him as Aodhian. With a shake of his head, he scaled the too-tight-too-winding staircase and squeezed his hulking mass onto the landing.
Viewing the party that stood before him, he let out a low whistle. "Seems like you all could use a little muscle." His voice was rough from inactivity, hopefully intimidating, but as the ground trembled once more under his hooves, he couldn't hide the split second of panic that shot through him as he imagined making a crater at the bottom of the building.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 21, 2016 23:06:32 GMT -6
Frannie I followed my heart and it lead me to the fridge
Frannie flinched a bit as she looked Shiya, feeling the uncertainty that she indeed was a bit of a burden. But she wasn't always. Well... She wasn't to sure, she did enjoy candy, and has been talked to about hiding candy all over the place. Not many are thrilled to find candy in their beds, especially wrappers. Yet Shiya's words woke her from her sense. Ammy? She perked up all the more nodding. "Thank you." she remarked respectfully dipping her head. She was unsure if she was allowed to talk freely. Frannie eyed her current surroundings, and then she spotted him. Brutus. Cheeks flustered at the sight of him, she was told many a story of this brute, the strong and great, they said. Many would bid on him, and they say his owner was a sight for sore eyes. Frannie shook her head, now was not the time to get lost in a day dream, not when dragons where loose, fires were everywhere, and Frannie was getting hangry. Frannie glanced at the small group and spotted King Hajime as well as another she had not met before and she did not recall him from her studies of the Briem culture. Frannie lowered her head a bit as she instantly trotted over to King Amadeus side, regardless if there was room fro her or not. She felt best at his side, where she knew him more then any of the others. Ears flickered as a few asked for ways to fix them, and Frannie bit her lip a bit unsure of how to help. Yet the stranger she did not know, the briem stallion spoke of a blessing by Argus. The Sight. A faint shiver ran down her spine, she was not blessed at all, besides talking to familiars if that counted? But Frannie eyed the dragons about her, she was unsure if they really wanted to talk. If they did would they want to talk to her? A mere servile slave of the king? Eyes turned to Ammy, offering him a reassuring smile. " Glad your okay." she whispered to him. Normally she would offer him some candy, but she had nothing to offer, she had some of her elixir, the supposed jewels on the side of her bridal was. A part of her was willing to eat it, she was hungry enough, so hungry she was quite good at ignore the trouble they all were in. Focus Frannie Focus. She told herself. " Can you talk to Finnian?" she asked him gently eyeing him. " I can do something?" she remarked adding a bit of courage to her voice. She maybe small framed and young, but she was willing to do what it took to help them all. Aodh was here for Briem, and she would do all that she could to help them. Frannie eyed the dragons above, their chaotic ways and looked to them sadly. She wondered to herself was it because they could not see the sky? Did they too like Briem, fear a bit of new and change? Surely if they new it would be okay down here, they would settle, they would right? Post 3 |
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Sept 7, 2016 18:01:42 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent }
Watching the few dragons above them as they soared and weaved through the underground jewelled sky, the young Lady had a sense of the air stirring underneath their leathery wings. Her own curse over the air began to whip about the growing group with her rising anxiety, flaring up the flames nearby.
Snapping her head around in surprise to a voice, Shiya gaped as the tall High King himself approached, desperately pleading to her young King. She could see how this must all seem to him, watching his city burning and his people in a panic.
She would be doing the same for her loved ones.
When the other Briemian spoke up, she shifted her gaze to him before they furrowed questionably. The Sight? Of the Gods, Ignacio, The God of Fire, and Alya, The Winged God, were the only ones she bothered to know a little. The others and the blessing they bestowed however were mysteries to her. Though judging from the shiver the little unicorn mare she ran into gave at its mention, it must be handy. “What is this Sight capable of, if I may ask? If it can bring the dragons under control, that would be marvelous.” She knew she was being a little snide, but it was likely what they expected of Aodhians.
Her ears pricked up at the unexpected whistle and pivoted around to find herself staring up at one of the largest specimen of a stallion she ever saw; Brutus the Pit slave of an Artisan. Ears pinning back, Shiya made to step back before she hastily stomped the hoof down. She will not let herself be cowed by this beast of a stallion. “Muscle, good that’s one thing we can tick off the list.”
Returning her attention to the rest of the group, she addressed them as well. “Next thing we need: a plan. There are thirty one of them and only six of us. Another thirty if those handlers ever show up again and anyone else brave enough to dare try to catch a dragon.” Or stupid or crazy enough, so here is hoping the dragon handlers are getting the damn cages. The Eminent of Gealach dipped her masked head to the two Kings. “Though perhaps it would also be wise to seek out equines who are blessed by Cascade to put out the fires.” It did not pass her notice how close the unicorn mare she encountered stayed close and spoke casually to their little Swan King, yet she kept silent of it.
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Post by DawnsComing on Sept 19, 2016 10:12:55 GMT -6
Hajime | High King
The light in Amadeus' eye's was fading quickly, his silence telling Hajime that fear had taken over and sniffed out all the young Aodhian King had to offer. It made the brindle's heart lurch with empathy, a tight sting to his chest as he watched the pale pony's wings hug his body. He was beautiful and fragile, a glass flower glittering with the reflections of flames in his blue eyes. The thought of reaching out to the boy crossed Haji's mind, a gentle touch that he hoped would wake him from his stupor. But there was no time and as the fires grew, he knew that the wheels of resolution needed to be set into motion.
Diony's voice he heard first, as whispers of the Sight slid across his lips. 'Yes!' The moment of epiphany relit the High King's churning thoughts. 'The Sight, of course!' How could he heave forgotten, even in this tangled mess. Though there were limits to the blessings power, the gift to at least reach out across the voided space and into another creatures mind was a god-send. Perhaps the dragons would realize this, feel their will even if they could not speak their tongue. "Diony, how much experience do you have with The Sight? Even if we can not command them, perhaps we can calm them enough to quell he attacks."
They still needed a way to subdue the creatures though, and return them to their cages. Hajime allowed his blue glaze to rest on Shiya as she spoke, a voice of reason settling the knot in his stomach. "The Sight will not control the beasts but more it connects the mind of equine and animal, allows us to see what they see and feel what they feel; and vis-versa. If we can calm them enough to stop the hail of fire and bring them close to the ground, we should be able to round them up." There was a sideways glance at the chocolate colored stallion as his massive form appeared from among the crowd; his years of wear and tear not going unnoticed by the Breim King. His height more than his muscle would come to be of use, though it did not hurt to have the brawn nearby.
"They would have already started soaking the structures between the fire and the untouched city, so the flames will remain contained to a single area. While the blaze still rains from above, there will be little use in putting out what has already gone to ash." Turning back to the Diony, Hajime allowed their gazes to meet. Breim would not fall this way but it was up to him to bring this disaster under control now.
"Diony, reach out to the dragons and see if they respond. I will call out to Morgan for help and see if he can not catch the wildest of them." Peeling a few steps from the crowd, Haji pursed his lips allowing a whistle to stream from his lungs. The pitch rose high and long, echoing across the city as it bounced between the cavern walls until dying out and settling beneath the panic. The square was quiet for a moment, the only sounds from the lick of flames and the screech of angry lizards. Haji could feel the eyes boring into him, questions going unspoken until the flap of powerful wings and the chime of a bell rose over their heads. Morgan had heard his call and accepted his summons.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Sept 22, 2016 15:12:19 GMT -6
Frannie
Servile Slave to King Amadeus
I followed my heart and it lead me to the fridge
The skin on the back of her neck tickled, she gave a quick glance to the side and spotted the mare SHiya glancing her way. Frannie bit her tongue quickly, she knew her place, but the panic and trouble had made her forget her place. She was a servile slave and thus should act as one, but was there a time she would be allowed to speak freely? Did these sort of times count? Or was it during these times, she must show what she was capable of as a slave? She wasn't to sure, but insisted on maybe it was best to be quiet for now.
Attentioned turned to Shiya, as she spoke and couldn't help but to feel the heat rise on her cheeks for being caught off guard as such. Though she did as k good questions, questions she too was pondering. King Hajime was quick to respond, he was a quick thinker, able to react to all with a calm and steady mind. It impressed her for sure, it was hard to be like that when it seemed everything was falling apart. Yet Frannie too kept silent on that, now was probably not the best time to be oohing and awing over the King of Briem. Yet her eyes looked to the one called Diony and she was impressed, this sight seemed interesting and unique and anything to help calm the dragons would be good. Frannie had the speech for familiar, she was new and with her luck she would make matters worse.
Nervous eyes looked to Brutus, and the heat on cheeks continued to rise, surely Brutus if of all the horses in Aodh could keep them all safe. Yet the dragons it seemed far more interested in screaming and setting things ablaze and she was thankful she did not fear the fire, but wondered how many of those in Briem may fear the flames, and her heart dropped a bit. This was a moment to be excited to celebrate and of course eat! That was always a good reason to get together. Yet now, look at everyone and this... No one expected this, but the lingering thought in the back of her mind was what was that sound that made everything go a muk? What had happened?
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Sept 25, 2016 6:57:06 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent }
The sight of her petrified young King left Shiya’s heart bleeding for him. There was only three years difference between them; yet at times it might as well be several years with the sheltered life Amadeus was given. She was all too aware of his misfortunes these past few of years; his older siblings, then his mother and only a few months ago the destruction of the Crucible. But he had to learn, as all equine must. One cannot stay a foal forever.
Twilight eyes hardening at the thought, the young Eminent returned her gaze to the cavern’s roof, noticing a few dragons wildly circling their little group. That couldn’t be good.
Feeling the prickle of being watched, Shiya snapped her cool gaze down to the little unicorn as she too silently watched her. Pulling her ears slightly back, Shiya fidgeted uncomfortably, hastily steeling herself however. She had to keep a clear head.
Thankfully a clear voice dragged her attention to the High King as he addressed her slightly snide inquiry about The Sight. As he explained her brows rose and eyes widened, admittedly a little amazed by such a blessing. “Then let us hope he is skilled enough to calm the dragons with such a gift from the Gods.”
For a moment, Shiya stared at the silver grullo stallion, Diony, fascinated and envious of him, before she finally dragged her gaze back to the High King. Hearing the city was at least safe from being burnt to the ground, she gave a slight nod of approval as a smirk remained hidden under her veil. “Alright then. We best get started in stopping the rain of fire.”
Drawing only a little ways from the group, Shiya raised her eyes up once more, observing the dragons as best she could, all the while trying to decide if her sway over the air could somehow help. Startled by the sound of powerful wings and a chiming bell, she snapped around to discover a great black horned bird hovering just overhead; a Devil Bird. Stunned at seeing such a beast, she did not hear the sounds of flapping wings drawing near until a hissing screech sent a chill up her spine. It felt like forever as she turned her head in its direction before she finally caught a glimpse of a dragon flying at her with its claws and teeth ready in its attack.
Eyes growing wide as adrenaline jump started through her once more, she barely registered it all through her mind before she felt something sprung within her as a blast of air punched the dragon to the ground right before her hooves. Pulling away from the winged reptile, she stared down at it as it laid there,mewling at it’s unexpected downfall. Yet she was quick to telekinetically grab it’s chain the moment she saw it and grappled it down to the ground. She knew she was trembling something fierce already as she glared at it; a combo of adrenaline and exhaustion from the blast of her ‘curse’. “Got one a least,” she muttered to herself.
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