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Post by GingerBlues on Nov 18, 2016 11:43:49 GMT -6
"Even the Mighty Will Stumble"
A Private RP
Hawkeye, Thaumas Anereus, Eve, and Rycaron
Spring 1700
(After the events of Chapter 2)
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Time: Mid-day
Location: The Emperor's Palace (Private Chambers)
Weather: Sunny- a few clouds in the sky (Possibility of rain showers)
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Post by GingerBlues on Nov 18, 2016 17:41:47 GMT -6
Hawkeye
Emperor of the Talori
It was quiet. Too quiet it seemed. After everything that had happened, the peacefulness almost seemed eerie and foreboding. Copper ears swiveled about, trying to pick up the vestiges of chaos in the streets or fearful screams echoing down the vast hallways of the palace... and yet, there was nothing.
Cautiously, Hawkeye glanced out the large window that overlooked his country's capital city. Inaria. He almost whispered the name as he took in the view. She was beautiful as ever. Even with the ever present scars of the recent attacks, she was still thriving. It did the emperor's heart good to know that his people were still standing strong.. even when he couldn't.
In the months that had followed the Winter Solstice Ceremony, Hawkeye felt himself drifting. Anxiety clawed at his mind while paranoia began to overtake him. Danger seemed to be lurking behind every corner, ready to jump out of every shadow. Motives appeared twisted and deceptive, contorting themselves within every conversation. Spies were likely hidden in every public place, and no one could stop them.
To top it all off, relations with Aodh seemed to be getting more and more strained with each passing day, and weren't at all helped by the fact that Lilith had sent her and Hawkeye's son to live in Inaria with him. The young stallion was stuck up and entitled, and seemed to cause chaos wherever he went. His presence brought up questions that Hawkeye wasn't willing to answer, and left rumors in their wake. Thankfully, his people knew better than to question him, but Lucifer's existence, He felt, was a constant reminder of his own failure and hypocrisy. Only one other equine actually knew the truth of the young Aodhian's pressence, but Hawke trusted her explicitly, knowing that Eve understood discretion and would keep her mouth shut.
All of these things had become too much to bare, leading Hawkeye to seek out his younger sister, requesting potions to help stave off the some of the effects... and yet, even that had it's downfalls. Eve had taken notice of his potion use and became concerned that he was hiding some sort of addiction. He tried to explain himself, but his reasoning seemed ridiculous. Maybe he was over reacting, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, but it wasn't something he had any control over, and that alone was frightening.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as Hawke flicked his ears back towards the door, waiting for the Trinity to arrive. While he had called them here for a meeting, it was one he dreaded with every fiber of his being. Yet, it was necessary and he at least had the wherewithal to understand that...
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Post by strixx-variaa on Nov 24, 2016 11:31:41 GMT -6
Even now, the absence of the eyes refreshed him. It was sort of expected and not expected at the same time, I suppose, that even some twenty years or so into his tenure as the head of state defense Thaumas Anereus hadn't quite gotten comfortable with the idea of being looked at. One would think that after such a long time in such a high office, he'd at least have come to terms with the attention -- and he had, inasmuch as he knew how to comport himself in front of a crowd and so he didn't get nervous anymore -- but he still did his best work under shelter from the public eye. And it wasn't because he cared what they'd think of him personally; in fact it was because he cared so absolutely little (some would argue that it seemed the Defender cared naught at all) that he was so careful of his behavior in front of the unwashed masses. How would his notorious impassivity reflect on the rule of their Emperor, or the reputation of the Trinity as a whole? If he was too stone-faced, too callous, then those faults of his could only reflect badly upon the people and the state he loved most in the world, and that would not do. Thaumas Anereus's hooves made a deep, resonant clacking noise on the polished marble floors. They were pristine in this wing of the palace, and bounced a soft blue light off the draperies which hung from the walls to mute the echo of his footsteps. Of course, his weren't the only footsteps sounding down the long, elegant hallway; at his heels trotted a young colt, a new pageboy among the youngsters looking to become Guardians, who had been singled out on account of his astounding maturity in the face of a particularly tragic personal history. As they neared the chambers where the Emperor awaited his Trinity, the Defender reminded his young assistant that there was a limit to how much assisting the boy could actually do. "This is where we part," he said, his voice quiet but clear, even over the voices of the fully-fledged Guardians at the door, who rapped twice on the floor with the butts of their staves and announced his arrival in strong, assertive voices as they allowed him entry. The sullen youth gave Thaumas a sharp, silent salute, as he'd been taught to do, and was reprimanded in advance for what the Defender guessed was a rather stubborn desire to stand at post with the Guardians for the duration of the meeting. "Attend your studies. This business may take longer than you think." As he entered his Emperor's presence, the Defender bowed deep and low, bending one foreleg at the knee and stretching the other out so far that his breast nearly kissed the floor. In a testament to the sheer strength still remaining in Thaumas's aging body, he held that salute while he spoke a greeting ("my Liege; I am ever at your service") and took to his feet again only afterwards. words: 513 tags: GingerBlues Queerly Dream-Lark notes: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I'm thankful that I get to know all of you. ❤ Sorry this post is so one-dimensional; I ended up writing it in between family activities and it never really got "fluidity," lol! :'D |
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 9, 2017 18:27:31 GMT -6
Hooves clicked gently against the stone floor as the chestnut figure made his way toward the Emperor's private chambers. Strands of pearls clinked softly as he moved, aqua colored gaze appearing focused on his route. And yet, if one new him, they would note he was generally spacing out, attention focused inward with his thoughts, body moving automatically.
Everything seemed so quiet currently, the city getting on with its life. And yet, something didn't seem right about it. Rumors of outlandish things (and of course they were, since they hailed from outside of Aquore), were being bandied about and embellished, brought to his ears by various sources. But he scarely knew what to believe, if even the tiniest bit of it. Really, the rogues must be having a holiday!
The only reliable reports he had coming in were from his embassadors, but those were few and far between, short and always with the promise of more explanation later. What was going on in the outside world?
The Sage actually bit his lip a moment, before remembering to compose himself as he heard the hoof falls of a smaller equine approach, that of a page boy he remembered spotting with Thaumas a few days earlier. Of course the Defender would already be present, Rycaron thought, lips curving upward slightly.
It did serve as an excellent reminder that his attention needed to be here, in the present and focused upon Inaria and his people, his seemingly distanced Emperor, and not what lay outside of their borders.
With a focusing breath and a nod at the guardians outside the doors, the Sage entered the chambers indicated for the meeting, dripping himself into a formal but warm bow to the hippocampi within.
"Good afternoon, and Wave Mother's blessings to you both, Emperor Hawkeye and Defender Thaumas," Rycaron intoned as he regained his former statue, a fond expression upon visage as he looked over the stallions before him, checking their apparent health and state. It seemed only their dear siver sister was currently missing from those he knew had been summoned.
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