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Post by Queerly on Dec 16, 2016 15:06:06 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 302: Enigma!
Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot MusicTeam Leader: Bonnibel Participants: Eila, Rosie, Scarlet, Alarik, Zelda, Shiya, Constance, Sahkmet, Heroin Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: It’s a beautiful day on the Gilded Bridge: the warm, sunny weather feels good on your coat, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The stalls are buzzing with merchants eager to sell their wares, and the bridge itself is congested with wandering patrons, all in high spirits and a spending mood. Whether you are here to sell your merchandise, peruse the stands, or simply running an errand, the day is sure to be uneventful. Time of Day: Noon |
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 16, 2016 20:58:35 GMT -6
Zelda
Merchant's Daughter
It was a beautiful sunny day on the Gilded Bridge and Zelda was busy helping her Father tend to his shop. While he hefted large boxes of wares, Zelda quietly sifted through it all, admiring anything that caught her eye before placing it on the table in front of her. Occasionally a customer would come by and Zelda allowed her Father to do the selling while she slipped behind him and pretended to be doing something worth her while. She hated tending to customers and whenever she could, she let her Father do it. Much to his distaste that was, he would much rather have her learning to run the shop alongside him like a couple of the other merchant children do. But Zelda refused each time. There was no way she was going to do it, especially after the time she accidentally place the wrong item in a bag only to later have the angry customer return and yell at her for her mistake. Nope. There was no way she was going to deal with that again. It was way too easy for her to mess things up and besides, her Father was way better at this then she was.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 17, 2016 1:14:54 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Heroin looked like she belonged between the shafts of a wagon, not running trivial errands for royalty.
Yet, here she was, returning to the citadel after dropping a letter off to a noble's family. She had surely been a sight for them to behold at the doorway, boasting awkward proportions, a rounded gut and an obvious limp. They had said nothing, of course, but their expressions alone made it quite clear how they felt about her being the king’s choice of envoy.
Thankful she had remembered the way back, Heroin began to cross the likes of the gilded bridge. She eyed passers-by warily as they walked past, giving each of them a wide berth by contorting her body out of the way long before they had even noticed she was there.
Crowds of any kind frustrated the hybrid immensely, driving her anxiety to climb the walls, since both vendors and consumers tended to stop unexpectedly, blocking the path as they became lost in gossip or captivated by the variety of wares that were offered for sale.
It was a slow and tedious maze to navigate, but she resisted the urge to barge said inconveniences out of the way, settling to grind her teeth on the gold-plated bit instead.
When she was brought to a halt yet again, her gaze wandered and began looking over the market in tired resignation... Only to find herself suddenly focusing on a figure she was all too familiar with, Constance.
Heroin's curved ears swung forward sharply at the sight and her heart began to race, feeling as though a bird had suddenly become trapped in her ribcage and was now beating it’s wings frantically against them. Distracted for but a moment, she slowed automatically to change direction, and caught her foot on someone else’s, sending her headlong into a nosedive.
By luck of her awkward reflexes alone, Heroin managed to save herself from crashing down onto her knees, hopping forward inelegantly with a loud clattering of hooves to right herself.
The incident was enough to both embarrass her and remind one's self that she was in fact, meant to return ‘home’ now; she could not, would not divert from her path to gallivant with Connie, but oh, how she wanted to.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 17, 2016 1:21:50 GMT -6
Post 1 | Word Count 485
Valore’s wall were filled with bustle and excitement all morning. The mid summer had graced Eithne with a bright, mild, cloudless day, lighting up the darkest of streets and alleyways throughout the city. It was business as usual. The Gilded Bridge flooded with equines, from slaves to nobles alike. Some window shopped, where others knew what they were looking for in particular. And some just passing through. The morning crowds had began thinning out the closer it came to noon but nonetheless it was still swamped with all kinds of equines. Short, Tall, Big and Strong. Pegasi, Unicorns and Common Horses. The smell of freshly baked goods and the salt sea air lingered and chatter and laughter could be heard at every angle.
Alarik lay his head on his stalls counter top, pouting at his boredom of the morning passing. He had much rather be at Reflection. Sitting with some friends and nice cold drinks, Or out adventuring the valley outside Valore’s walls/ Not a building in sight, free. Not in some stuffy old stall watching passers by, enjoying their day. The teen let out a decompressed sigh. His stall had been quite. A few sales here and there. Just a few equines buying a new quill or two, or extra ink supplies. Even the odd blank book was sold but the more Alarik stood in his stall the more bored he became. Most of his small group was off having their own adventure. Einar, Liri and Asalah had went off to Onea earlier that week. And all it basically left was Bel. He didn’t mind her company of course, In fact it made him happy and more adventurous. He still “liked” her even if she didn’t feel the same way, that was his own problem. He had backed that side of himself off a bit. Last thing he wanted to was make it awkward and lose a friend in the process. He never told her how he felt. But he felt that she picked up his flirtatious behaviour or noticed whenever he blushed when Einar mentioned something about the two of them. Either that or she choose not to read them or was oblivious of the signs.
Alarik’s tall structure lingered over the counter top, head still sitting in the same place. Ears pushed back and his eyes beginning to feel droopy. “Maybe a break is in order” Speaking aloud to himself. He lifted his large chestnut head from the wooden surface and fidgeted in his spot. “After all I’ve been here since 8am” Again protesting to himself, until his stomach growled at him. Glancing back at himself and where the noise came from he let out another sigh. “Nah, Ray would kill me for leaving my post” He looked around into the sea of horses in front of him. His eyes getting lost amongst the countless souls.
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Post by SagaWolf on Dec 18, 2016 7:27:54 GMT -6
RosieCommoner, Healer
The young unicorn hadn't been very happy to get a day off, even if she did deserve some time to herself. She'd tried to argue mildly with old Bones that he needed her nearby, but apparently, the old advisor had a long day ahead of him, dealing with a situation he was not at liberty to discuss. Of course, Rosie had gotten curious, but she respected the old stallion enough to eventually relent, although she did so with a loud sigh and possibly rolling her eyes. She'd fuzzed over Bones like a mother hen until he left, and then she'd felt somewhat lost. She could have tended to the house, gone through another pile of items that needed clearing, but the old guy had been pretty adamant about her relaxing. So she had tea, she read a bit of a book and then she grew terribly, terribly bored.
It was the boredom that drew her out of the house and to the Gilded Bridge. If there was nothing to do at home, she could always window shop! And that was exactly what she did, drifting from stall to stall while ooooh'ing and aaaaah'ing at any item which caught her attention. She was in her own world, not paying much attention to what happened around her, but still one ear swirled at the sudden chaotic clatter of hooves, which had her turn to stare with a mild frown on her face, eyes landing on Heroin just as the slave managed to regain their balance. The golden necklace Rosie had been studying was dropped back onto the stand as the pale unicorn swung about entirely.
Heroin's slave bridle might as well have been invisible to Rosie. She only saw a person in distress and was bee-lining for the poor mule. "Goodness, are you alright? " she asked once she was close enough to keep her voice low, not wanting to attract any more attention, face flooded with worry. With those scars and terrible hooves, it was quite possible the stranger had injured themselves just now, and Rosie wasn't going to stand by if she could help!
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 18, 2016 19:43:24 GMT -6
Lady ScarletThe lady mare was not unfamiliar with the Gilded Bridge, rather, perhaps she was a little too often there. The mare was no stranger to costly items, and following her recent loss of a forelock and a few odd more scars, the roan felt that yes, she did in fact need to find some new accessories. She didn't want anyone paying attention to her imperfections after all; a dash of gold, however, would be distracting of them enough. However, as she turned her awkwardly shaped head (though if she asked anyone, they'd say it was as beautiful as a god's) and swept her pink-hued eyes over a stand. Within it a chestnut stood. Her ears pricked forward and smile graced her face as she walked up to the stall, a greeting on her lips.
"Good afterno--" The mare faltered as the sound a few frantic hoof-falls clattered against the ground. She glanced backwards to see a small commotion, but ignored it for the time being. She faced the merchant stallion again. "I apologize, simply wasn't expecting that. Good afternoon," She dipped her head politely and peered about his stand, shaking herself off after her minuscule blunder.
"Have you any specific sales today? Or anything that would prove a wonderful gift for some of my friends? They're quite picky to shop for though," Albeit a little bit of a rambling tone was taken on, the mare had gotten her point across nicely. She took another quick glance behind her and her heart sank. She recognized the little horse in the middle of it. Heroin. Scarlet sighed and turned away. She wasn't close to the slave, so she wasn't as driven to go to her side, though she could see another did not have the same thoughts as Rosie streaked towards the fallen slave.
"It's nice to see the city coming back after the insurgents ruined the core of it. And nearly killed the dear little king." Scarlet made chatty small talk. "And what I hear of the new noble's birth. The kirin foal? Perhaps our Lord has come back for us?" Scarlet's eyes sparkled as she remembered her first reaction to hearing about the birth. She turned and awaited a response from the chestnut merchant.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 18, 2016 20:43:47 GMT -6
 Looks like it's shaping up to be an average, beautiful day on the Gilded Bridge. Yet, as you go about your business (whatever small talk or mishap that may be,) you can't help but notice there's a strange electricity in the air... it almost feels like a storm is coming, but there's not a cloud to be seen. Perhaps someone is practicing their Electricity Manipulation nearby? Ah well, it's probably nothing. Pay it no mind.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 19, 2016 0:02:42 GMT -6
Zelda
Merchant's Daughter Zelda huffed, feeling her hide prickle with sweat as she untangled a coil of wire. “It sure is hot in here,” she spoke out loud to her Father, who didn’t seem to notice it. The maroon walls of their tent usually kept out majority of the sun, making it bearable in the summer. Shifting from her position on the ground, she set down the wire and stood up, smiling shyly as a new customer approached, taking her Father’s attention with them. She watched the smooth transaction and shook her head. How he did that so well, she would never know. There was no way she was ever going to be as good as him. As the customer left with their goods in tow, lightly fanning themselves with a piece of paper, Zelda turned to her father. “I’m going for a walk, it’s way too hot in here and I need some fresh air.” Ivan simply nodded, told her to be safe and she went on her way.
Browsing the stalls quietly, she did not see the pale mule before she felt something hit her own hooves, followed by a loud clatter behind her. Swinging around with wide eyes, Zelda gasped as she saw just in time as the mule mare righted herself. She felt even worse when she saw the bridle strapped to the mare's face. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to…I...I didn’t see you there.” Wishing she were anywhere but here, another pale coloured mare approached the slave and Zelda immdiately felt her cheeks burn. The teenager stood there awkwardly as the newer mare fussed over the slave and assuming the slave was hers, Zelda turned and once again was apologising. “I am really sorry, I-I really didn’t mean to…” she hovered, looking as frightened as a deer caught in headlights.
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Word count: 305
OOC: hopefully this isn't as messed up as the code before, please let me know if it is though. Thanks!
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Post by mule-guts on Dec 19, 2016 1:55:25 GMT -6
Constance | Commoner; Courtesan
Word Count: 444
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The Aodhian sun beat heavily on the back of the courtesan, she loosened up, letting it engulf her. The Gilded Bridge buzzed with business whilst a smile crept on Constance’s face. Memories of when her mother brought her to all the artisan’s boothes, flooded the mule’s mind. She nearly melted from the warmth of Ignacio’s sun and the endorphins that ran through her in this moment. Shaking from herself, Connie took a quick look around to regain herself, smiling at the nearest horse who was too busy to pay her any mind. She shrugged it off and started her way through the congestion of equines, bumping sides with just about everyone she passed. Eyes darted to and fro from one seller’s wares to another, they finally stopped on a young chestnut’s booth. It was filled with what seemed to be writing supplies, nothing that really enticed the spotted mare, nonetheless, it was a booth she seemed to usually ignore and she made a vow to herself to checkout every merchants’ and artisans’ work like her mother before her.
Shoving past several more members of Aodh, Constance finally found herself at the seemingly bored stallion’s stall. She gave a quick, gentle, smile at the male before perusing the quills and inks that took home on the table. Bottles glinted in the sunlight and feather’s were ever so vibrant, they gave a very convincing plea that Connie just couldn’t resist. Lucca, her little brother, had filtered into her thoughts. He was showing interest in writing and these would be perfect for him. She was about to speak before an older mare spoke before her, and then, a disruptant of hooves followed my stammering words. The other mare, who Constance had recognized as Lady Scarlette, continued on making conversation with the merchant. Worried, however, the mule mare whipped her head with perked ears in the direction of the sudden noise. As quick as the worry came to her, it left upon seeing who was making a fool of themselves. Heroin, her one and only.
Ears softened and the concerned look on her face turned to endearment. With a faint sigh and compassionate grin, Constance shuffled from the not so busy stall to the crowd that began to swarm the fallen hybrid. Passing the few that cared enough to check up on her loved one, not completely ignoring them, though, just not paying attention to them yet, she stood over Heroin simply peering down at her.
“Well, you sure know how to make an entrance…” She giggled delicately, lowering her head to the slave’s, nuzzling between the more than likely embarrassed mule's bridle.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Dec 19, 2016 5:52:27 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | Local Troublemaker }
“Excuse me! Coming through!”
A figure of pale gold and white hastily danced her way through the streets of the Artisan District, weaving between equines all the while glancing behind her every now and again for any pursuing Chevaliers.
Life for Shiya had returned to somewhat normal after her rather disappointing travels to Briem; not even staying a week in it’s capital, Nariah. While she had been thrilled on the journey to the Briem Capital, the journey home left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Well, it was back to avoiding the majority of the Noble Court (her Grandmother and Uncle Valdimar especially) and living it up in her persona, Shebella or Bel as some of her friends called her.
With the high sun beating down on her, the young mare was ecstatic to be out of the suffocating mask and clothes of her ‘Noble birth’ and racing without care through the streets of Valore. Though Chevaliers always challenged against it. Managing to spot one such stallion ahead of her just in time, she dashed off to the side alley leading straight for the Gilded Bridge with a laughter full of zest.
Ducking between the crowds and once out of sight, Shiya swiftly came to a stop at a crowded stall and disappeared amongst them all the while watching the couple of Chevaliers go on by her. With a chuckle, the palomino left the stall and pranced her way down the Gilded Bridge, head and tail raised up high. For now at least, she was the victor of this wild goose chase.
Glancing at a couple of stalls and recognising where she was, she decided she should swing by Alarik’s stall, see how he was doing. The last she saw him, he had been behaving a little unusual, for the quiet stallion at least.
Just as his stand came into sight, it took a moment to recognise a customer he had before him; Emin Scarlette of House Ardor. Freezing at the sight of the Eminent, Shiya felt a familiar panic of her two worlds, her two seperate lives, colliding together. No, just breathe. Emin Scarlet knew ‘Shiya, the cantankerous Eminent’ who was forced to be hidden underneath a mask and miles of fabric. She doesn’t know ‘Bel, the free-spirited troublemaker’. Besides if she recalled the rumours, the Emin Scarlet was very much on the stupid side and very likely wouldn’t connect any dots. Sadly as she resumed her approach, she failed to realise the other possible danger that laid with a certain cremello unicorn mare.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 19, 2016 6:45:19 GMT -6
BonnibelSomething had been building. Whether those gathered upon the bridge recognized it or remained blissfully ignorant of the static crackling through the air, it was there, and it pulsated, a magic transmundane and desperately, wantonly begging to be unleashed. Like a star on the verge of collapse, it gathered within itself, energies drawn to a tight, focal point that threatened to explode.
And, at length, did.
Few among the Aodhian city had ever heard or seen the effects of a Voice wielder. It was Alya who bestowed the blessing, and those who sought the Sky Goddess’ favor were few and far between. But if any on the Gilded Bridge that day had witnessed before the sheer ferocity of an unrelenting shout that could topple buildings and throw horses off their hooves, they might liken it to what they experienced when reality itself tore apart. The roar of magic was deafening, and the sharp blast was much like the effects of being sharply struck. The world went white- just briefly, but enough to be blinding.
And when both vision and dust cleared, there lay among them a newcomer, a mare splayed at the heart of an ashen circle. She was a kirin: scaled from the arch of her neck to the curve of her croup, and bearing a crown of pale tines. For several seconds that seemed to stretch towards an eternity, she didn’t move. Indeed, she didn’t even seem to be breathing. But then someone whispered, and another moved. The kirin’s eyes shot open, and with a great gasp, she raised her head.
She gulped air as though she hadn’t known it in centuries. When she pushed herself to all fours, her legs shook. Her gaze swung wildly across the gathered crowd, and at the same time she began to back up, unaware that another wall of civilians would meet her hindquarters long before freedom did.
“Who?” She rasped. Her voice had not been used in years, decades. Longer. “Where?”
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 19, 2016 6:51:01 GMT -6
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 19, 2016 7:35:34 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
Mortified, while a good word, was almost not strong enough to accurately express how Heroin felt in that exact moment in time. Had she been able to blush, her face would have been the most wonderful shade of pink; one that artists often strived for as they tried to make their fortunes off cheap, knock off paintings that depicted the beach at sunset.
As it were, the burning sensation that crawled up her neck and made its way across her face still felt like punishment enough, but Ignacio is a merciful god who must have been watching over her that day, as not one, but three horses rushed to her aid.
Her efforts at remaining discreet had apparently managed to backfire so spectacularly that she may as well have been playing the part of a bell ringer instead, loudly spouting hearsay about the royal family and their indiscretions.
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When the pretty cremello mare bounded up to her and quietly pressed after the hybrid’s wellbeing, Heroin could not help but rock back slightly on her chipped heels, finding herself genuinely baffled by the open display of concern from a total stranger.
She tried to construct a reply that would ease Rosie’s mind and keep them from needing to pry further, but found she was not able to get the words out before being interrupted -albeit politely so-, but interrupted all the same. The owner of the wayward hoof had stepped forward, stammering apologies almost as well as Heroin herself did.
Guilt clutched at her gut, causing one's over-oversized ears to drop in shame, for the merchant had not been the one at fault, not really. She tried, yet again, to stifle their woes, only to find the start of all her troubles finally push her way towards their entourage.
She barely had the chance to look up before Constance had taken advantage of the situation, forcing Heroin to keep up a semblance of what would be considered polite etiquette by most in the midst of company, remaining completely still as the courtesan pressed her muzzle against the hybrid’s striped forehead.
Had they been alone, she would have most likely done her best to avoid this gesture, burying her face amidst the sheets of Connie’s bed in playful jest. Instead, all she managed to do was lift a disapproving brow at her partner... and then found she could no longer see.
The pulse of magic that had rent the sky asunder managed to stagger the masses, pulling them all down to their knees. Heroin was amongst the fallen, though she did not bother to rise. Shaking her head, she looked around blindly, searching.
When a semblance of her sight finally returned, she managed to spot a figure in the distance, struggling to pull themselves to their feet.
Dropping all common courtesy almost as quickly as she had held it, Heroin -albeit somewhat breathless-, finally managed to speak.
“What the fuck was that.”
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Post by SagaWolf on Dec 19, 2016 7:41:49 GMT -6
RosieCommoner, Healer
There was a certain prickle of electricity in the air, one that made Rosie's pale hair frizz ever so gently, but not enough to draw her attention from Heroin, or the frantically apologetic Zelda. Rosie offered the poor dear a soft smile and a few calm words. "Oh sweetheart, I am sure it was all an accident. Please, calm down, " she said and gave a small sigh of relief when yet another mare approached the scene, seeming quite familiar with the slave. Perhaps she was the owner, at least she cared, that much was clear. Still, Rosie just wanted to make absolutely sure there was no injury.
"This crowded bridge, huh? One false step and you fall flat on your fa- "
Electricity raced up her spine, frizzing her mane and standing her perfectly groomed coat on end (cotton ball style). It stole her words, her breath and then... Well then the world might very well be ending for all she knew! Rosie had nothing to compare with the sudden roaring boom of magic that struck hard, sending her stumbling into the gathered mares with a squeak of surprise (and a hint of fright) and then she was blind. She couldn't comprehend the event, but thankfully the white glare faded rapidly, leaving her blinking rapidly with tears building in her eyes. Her breath came back, her side stung as if something had crashed into her hard, and her legs shook, but all of that was ignored as the dust slowly settled, in favor of the body lying in a ring of ash on the ground.
Rosie had seen baby Ingrid up close as she tended the best she could to Lilith's burn-wounds. This... this was no baby, this was a fully grown kirin. A dead kirin? No! The pale form suddenly sprung to life, breathing desperately, panicking. She was absolutely stunning!I There was no other words for it. Ingrid had been a delight to behold (once the shock had settled) but this stranger was... was like a walking, talking, breathing god!
Rosie took a small, minute even, step forward, eyes wide with reverence, and then another step, and another, drawn to the kirin, yet still keeping a respectful distance.
"Aodh, " she said, voice cracking. She cleared her throat rapidly. "I-I mean, Valore, the Gilded Bridge, " she added quickly, voice much calmer. It was all the could think to say, even as she realized it might not mean anything to the ethereal, mythical being.
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 19, 2016 15:48:03 GMT -6
Zelda
Merchant's Daughter
Zelda felt so bad for tripping the slave, but fell quiet as the cremello mare spoke to her. She nodded shyly, glancing over the slave who was tight-lipped and quiet. She had barely noticed the strange static that was beginning to raise her hair, more concerned over making sure that the one she had tripped up was alright. A forth mare emerged from the crowd, barely taking notice of herself or of the unicorn mare as she addressed the slave in a personal manner. Zelda blushed and glanced away, taking it as a sign that she was good to go. Even as the four of them were at a standstill, the crowd on the Bridge still surged around them, going about their business like any other day. But it was no ordinary day.
The unicorn’s voice cut off before Zelda felt her hair raise on end and before she could even think a blast of brilliant white light surged across the Bridge. The force behind it knocked her off of her feet and she felt herself hit someone behind her, but she couldn’t see a thing. She couldn’t see anything but the brilliant white of the light for what felt like an eternity. Her mind was reeling with all sorts of possibilities, all of which were not very comforting. The blinding light began to fade, and Zelda blinked rapidly, shaking her head in the hopes it would fade faster. She could already hear gasps and whispers around her and as soon as she could see, Zelda was on her feet, head whipping around to figure out what in Ignacio’s name had happened. What she saw though, was the last thing she had thought she would ever see. Zelda hadn’t even seen the kirin foal that was born to Lady Lilith, but she had heard stories about it from those passing on the Bridge. But this...laying in a ring of ash, so still and so alien was what she could only describe as a kirin. A Kirin. A k-i-r-i-n. Her mouth fell open and she could not find the words to speak.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Dec 20, 2016 23:41:32 GMT -6
 Hung over and not really in the mood... A small golden mare was travelling under red chiffon garments in search of a bridle fixer. A bloody daft ditz of a mare had latched onto her bridle in an argument after having accused Sahkmet of seducing her husband and luring him away. Pfsh! Like it was her problem, she did nothing. She just took the money as she always did. Sahkmet had luckily found someone to fix the links on her bridle and replace the gemstone... At a rather costly fee. Typical. She was told to return the next day, so she left in a huff and carefully closed the door, who the hell is going to slam that with a hangover?
Emerging once more into the fresh noon air, Sahkmet inhaled deeply.... The air didn't feel the same anymore. It was electric, her hair stood on end and her body was alight with energy. What was this? Well, whatever. Theren imports to take notice of. Sahkmet waltzed over to the Gilded Bridge, taking in the site. Y'know what was annoying though? That...Electrical feeling was still there. She glanced around at several other horses within the market place. Did anyone else feel it...? She tossed her head with a snort, continuing on her journey through and window-shopping. There were many items she was considering buying as soon as she had her next pay check from the next filthy stallion. Wonderful. That'd look wonderful in my room...
See, the day was going perfectly fine with Sahkmet coming across Zelda's father's stall, staring at the wares he had on display that his daughter had so delicately placed until reality itself decided to y'know, just fucking cause shit to go haywire. Sahkmet's hooves were briefly off the ground from fright, her balance knocking her into the stall.
She let out a small grunt.
"Terribly sorry!" She babbled, re-organizing herself gaining back her composure as....Quickly as one could. There was a bustling. What was going on now?!
Sahkmet turned to see the sight of...Some rather pink being laying in a circle of ash with a unicorn approaching it. The mare flicked an ear and twisted her mouth with distaste and simply marched forwards to inspect what had occurred. Drunken horses no less. Surely this wasn't another terrorist attack!?
"What the fuck was that." Asked a short, stumpy mare. Sahkmet couldn't quite agree more. She moved around the unicorn's being to try and decipher what the pink creature wa- OH. There was her answer.
"Another?"
Ingrid was a surprise, being the...Small scaly ball of rainbow she was born from a regular horse but this? An adult? Out of nowhere? She gazed at the antlers upon her head, delicate and fascinating. That would look perfect mounted upon my wall....Shame it's a
"Well, aren't you a fascinating thing. No doubt we shall have to inform the advisers and the king himself..." Sahkmet hummed, ears pricking. Her eyes flickered between the different horses around them. Perhaps word would travel fast first. |
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Post by mule-guts on Dec 20, 2016 23:59:04 GMT -6
Constance | Commner; Courtesan
Word Count: 427
Post #: 2
Large ears drooped to the sides of the unicorn’s neck, reacting to her partner’s, well warranted, disapproving look. Constance had become overwhelmed by Heroin’s foolish antics, she didn’t think of their public status. A slight sense of shame wafted over the young mare. Get it together girl. She pulled back, perking her ears, and clearing her throat. Looking to the sides of her to find two cream colored mares, giving some rather curious looks, Connie smiled sheepishly. She was about to say something in return before a jolt of static ran up the courtesan’s spine. Hair stood on end, tingling the very nerves they were connected to. It was as if they sensed what was coming, not sure if it was malicious or not. Before anyone could really process what was going on, a striking deafness landed upon their ears, followed shortly by a punching wave of magic and a blinding flash of white.
It lasted only mere moments before quiet murmurs and the sounds of cautious hooves filled the bridge. The air was still, however, as equines continued to regain their balance and stature. The spotted mare followed suit, hurried, yet careful not to harm the bodies she felt surrounded her. Shaking off, her tail whipped behind her and the bridle that laid upon her face gave a soft ringing sound.
“What the…” She began to exclaim before fulling recovering her sight to see a strewn pink figure, lifeless in front of her.
It felt as if she was hit by a pit slave, those antlers, that scaley coat. It couldn’t be? And, yet, here she was. A kirin? A myth. An old foal’s tale. Mother used to lull her children to sleep with magnificent stories of decorated horses roaming Eithne. Constance was fully taken aback by the sight to behold, frozen where she stood, only watching. Then suddenly, the mare panicked, jumping to her feet with a wild look in her eyes. She was obviously distraught and confused, but Constance still stood steadfast, too bewildered to do anything. The pale unicorn next her braved forward, as well as an unfamiliar golden body, naturally, the mule turned her gaze to them as Rosie began trying to soothe the frantic mare.
“What the fuck was that?” Heroin had sputtered, knocking Connie down a few notches from high alert to...not-so-high alert. She snorted in reply, not breaking her line of sight from the beings in front of her.
“Watch your fucking language…” The mare replied quietly, too baffled by the situation to catch herself from her...interesting linguistic choices.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Dec 21, 2016 0:15:21 GMT -6
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Alarik turned his back for a moment, making sure he had available restock. The red stallion perked up again when he turned around and was met with a roan mare who approached his stall, and then was followed by an appaloosa mule. Both seemed to scan over his stall and Alarik gave a slight glowing smile at the two mares. “Good afterno-- ” The roan seemed to be distracted by something but Alarik was too focused on her to notice, “Good afternoon” the stallion chirped to them both “How can I help you ladies?” smiling even bigger. "I apologize, simply wasn't expecting that. Good afternoon," Alariks radiant smile changed a little to a confused smirk but again changed his expression back, "Have you any specific sales today? Or anything that would prove a wonderful gift for some of my friends? They're quite picky to shop for though," Alarik looked down at his wares. Special, perhaps not but they were high in quality. He pointed out a few beautifully coloured feather quills. “ Macaw Parrot feathered Quills. Delicate and very fine.” The few feathers sat closer to the front nearest the roan. The mule appeared to lose interest, walking in the way towards the commotion. Though with her passing, it again made the roan turn away from Alarik and she began rambling.
Alarik caught sight of Bel prancing down the bridge. Making it rather obvious that she had escaped the chevaliers again. Taking a glance at her he felt his body tingle and jolt with electricity. No matter how he tried drowning his feelings they always resurfaced, but taking a second thought he realized it wasn’t his feeling but the air. The stallion cleared his throat “Mmm Hmm” He nodded in agreement though technically not sure what the mare was talking about. There was a jolt and then a flash of white light. It caused Alarik to become dazed in his spot. “What the hell was that” He half yelled, Alarik shook his head trying to find to get his vision back to normal. Once right he looked over to the surging crowd. It had stopped for the most part and seemed to actually be “crowding” something. Alarik began leaving his post, slipping from his stall and almost floated to the back of the crowd.
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 21, 2016 16:03:20 GMT -6
Lady Scarlet
"Quite so, an interesting bird." Scarlet said softly, bringing her muzzle down to gaze at the feathers, her eyes sparkling. She wasn't particularly well versed in literature, nor in writing for that matter. However, perhaps one of the nobles, even the King would admire such a pretty gift. She raised her head, ready to ask for two of the dazzling quills, but just like that electricity shot up her spine. Her eyelashes fluttered and her tail went static, falling out of the pretty curled ringlets she'd put it in. Her eyebrows knit and she turned to face where her backside had been pointed. After all, that is where the river of currents came from.
"By the gods?"She turned and that was when the true burst of electricity came pouring through, as well as a sound as loud as a clap of thunder festering in Alya's embrace. Scarlet widened her eyes and ducked her head, putting out a leg as if to block any blast. She fidgeted momentarily after her reaction. The shop owner clipped out from his stall, the words of astonishment on his lips as he trotted towards the crowd.
"I was told there would be no more fucking explosions." Scarlet raised her head, fury alit in her eyes. "Whoever the hell is the cause best watch themselves." Six months since the Crucible explosion. Three months since the dragons started catching things on fire in the Breim cavern. And now, a gods know what had just fried her again.
However, as she cantered to the midst of the crowd. Pushing through without a second thought, after all, so many of these commoners were below her, she saw the thing at the midst of it. Her eyes instantly glowed and she took on a respectful arch of the neck, cocking her head, examining the thing in the middle of the circle. "Who, where?" It rasped. Scarlet could have gasped aloud, but held her tongue. Another mare supplied the information, allowing for the roan to stand in a started (dumbfounded) silence.
Another mare came clipping by, her pelt just barely brushing at the noble's. Sahkmet, humming along her words. Scarlet nodded softly. "Surely, the King, and his advisors, should know of such a... feat." Scarlet blinked once, twice.
"What is your name, my Lady?" Scarlet said softly, dipping her head in some ounce of respect.
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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 22, 2016 2:03:19 GMT -6
Eila | Servile Slave
Her first thought was that it was happening again.
Even as hindquarters bunched and ears flew to point as she spun hastily around, Eila was seeing two realities, stacked upon one another: one the current, a cheerful, bustling market street, not yet registering the electric, violent change. And the other… the other was a similar street, but dark, dark save for the blazing fires, which almost drowned out the screams. Almost. The realities were wildly different, save for one thing: in both, Eila was alone.
Heart slamming against her rib cage, the fjord rolled her gilded bit nervous, unconscious gesture. She was otherwise completely still, half in shadow from a shop awning. She, like all slaves, knew how to keep from drawing attention to herself, while assessing a situation. So, willing her heart to compliance, the servile slave did her best to figure out just what exactly had happened.
She had been shopping, running yet another errand Diederich deemed too below him to carry out himself. And so Eila had been sent out, yet again, from the comparative safety (an illusion, but a comforting one) of her home. Home, and Simeon. But a slave’s time was not her own, and now Eila was on an errand, and Simeon was at home, and it was happening again.
It was through that haze of juxtaposition that, silhouetted against the remembered flames, Eila saw her. Shining, pristine, glorious- a kirin. She knew, in some remote and detached corner of her reasoning processes, that somehow the wrongness of what had swept through the street was connected to this creature, but it was not at the forefront of Eila’s thoughts.
Because she, Eila, was adrift and alone in the dangerous sea that was the streets of Valore, and she was looking at a kirin.
Eila did not remember backing up; one moment she was standing still, and the next her hindquarters had knocked against canvass and wood and brick, tumbling a barrel of apples around her hooves.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 27, 2016 14:32:31 GMT -6
BonnibelThere were so many voices. The kirin squeezed her eyes shut, as if by doing so she could shut out the world itself, but under a guise of darkness the voices only grew, becoming a discordant soup of meaningless noise. “Enough!” She cried, trading closed eyes for pinned ears as her head snapped upright. The horses at her back shied from the arc of her antlers, for though pretty things they were, anyone previously clocked by a unicorn’s unassuming horn knew to be wary.
Trembling, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps, the kirin let her gaze scrape across the assembled horses before landing squarely on Rosie. “Valore?” She repeated. Images raced through her mind, fractured and bleak. It was like trying to remember a dream. There had been a city. There had been a Voice, resonating with the depths of her soul, and there had been a boy, a beautiful boy with golden eyes, and she thought she might have loved him once. “Valore.” The kirin repeated softly, but the stone under her hooves didn’t feel right. Somehow, without even really understanding, she knew. This wasn’t Valore.
Sahkmet’s words drew her attention. “The King.” She murmured, and then took a single step forward, desperation etched on her face. She remembered the King, remembered gold-flecked scales and a deep, powerful voice. “Where is she? Where is my King? Take me to her.”
Her eyes moved through the crowd again, realizing that not one of them sported the glittering scales that peppered her own hide. For reasons she didn’t understand, this observation was a terrifying one. “She will… sort this out.” She murmured, more to herself than the puzzled onlookers.
Another stranger spoke up, and the kirin’s gaze shifted to Scarlet. What is your name? The question rattled her, brow furrowing. Indeed… what was…?
“... Bonnibel. She muttered at length, unsure if it was truly her name. It was the only one she remembered.
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Post by posy-punch on Dec 28, 2016 18:15:29 GMT -6
Lady Scarlet
"Well, Bonnibel, my dear. Perhaps, we can usher you to a quieter place and send for an escort? So that you can see the king safely." The mare noticed quietly that the kirin spoke of a female ruler. She blinked slowly before continuing, "But, my Lady, King Solaris has passed, her son has taken on the Crown." She turned her body at this point, blocking some of the more bustling commoners from trespassing in the mare's small circle of space. Her eyes found anyone else in the crowd that could go from mere bystander to a form of crowd control.
It was at this moment that Scarlet wished she had her slaves Galloway and Jenko, for their large stature and fame from the pit fights would do well to offer some peace for the poor newcomer. The Lady turned her head to a palomino commoner near her, judging by her appearance she was likely a type of entertainer. Perhaps, the Lady never was good at judging occupations beyond nobility. "Mare, if you would, perhaps, send for some Chevaliers, or simply fetch a shop with a quiet interior to host our guest. The streets are becoming... quite a mess." She addressed the mare (Shebella).
The roan turned her pink gaze towards the pink kirin. She looked nervous, out of place, and frightened, despite being the very being that the Aodhian Kings have descended from. She swept her gaze farther and met the merchant she had been talking to earlier. "Sir, perhaps you could help push back the crowds a tad and–" She was cut off by the sound of a small crash. Her gaze zeroed in on a slave stood by her mess. She shook her head softly before turning to find yet another horse to direct.
She always did like making sure she was a hospitable host, and at this moment, Bonnibel was a guest to Valore, and as the only horse that appeared to be a noble; Scarlet would kindly take the opportunity to get into good favor with a god's child. A kirin. The first in years. "Lady Bonnibel," Scarlet said softly, addressing the mare as if she were of the same rank as herself (a very possible viewpoint). "I can have a shop interior kept quiet for you until the King can send your escort, with your permission." The mare said softly.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 1, 2017 18:19:35 GMT -6
RosieCommoner, Healer
Rosie found herself smiling gently at the frightened mare. Frightened and confused, struggling to make sense of everything that was happening around her-Bonnibel. That was a sweet name, soft and beautiful. She caught word of someone mentioning how the king and his advisers needed to be informed, but she couldn't have said which of the watchers the voice belonged to. Rosie felt a prickle of excitement along her skin and began to ponder the best way to word her direct involvement with the advisor Bones. She recognized the arrogant need to brag and swallowed softly before clearing her throat. No, no, that simply wouldn't do. She was just an aid and a friend and she really didn't feel like leaving at this point.
Rose quartz hooves clattered softly across the stone as she mimicked Scarlet in blocking the crowd with her body, while keeping her head low out of respect for the kirin. She bit her bottom lip briefly before speaking gently, as if a simple word spoken too harshly would send the kirin racing off for safety, adding onto Scarlet's words.
"You can take a moment to gather your senses then, perhaps get something to drink? But you shouldn't walk the streets without an escort, Lady Bonnibel. "
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 1, 2017 22:45:57 GMT -6
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Alarik found himself tossing his head back and forth, trying to look through the gaps in the crowd but whatever it was, it was small or had fallen over, perhaps both. He could make out a little bit of pink “Maybe hair dye” he was quick to assume, and a horn .. horns? He wasn’t too sure. With the passing seconds the noble mare he was just talking to about merchandise, quickly pushed through the crowd and Alarik sought his opportunity and jumped in behind her. Quickly he saw what the fuss was about. The equine was a shock to him. “Another Kirin!” The words fell out of his mouth before he could catch them. The stallion stood in aw from behind Scarlet at the sight of the small-ish, almost pink coated mare that sat in front of him, They still somehow still amazed him even though he had already come to terms with the filly that was introduced to him a few months prior.
The teen was quickly snapped out of his dazed state when Scarlet began barking orders to push back the crowd. “ME ?!” Rik quickly questioned himself, resting his ears almost flat against his neck but he couldn’t exactly say no. Especially that the roan was also giving orders to Bel. He wasn’t too sure she would comply, and he had told himself without her consent her wouldn’t read her thoughts, but nonetheless he decided he would agree to help with the roans plan. The teen quickly nodded and turned himself around and began asking whoever he could to leave or at least back up a little and give them space.
Alarik wasn’t at all intimidating. He was overly tall and scrawny with very small amount of muscle mass. More like a gangly chew toy than anything else but with a little coaxing it did begin to work. Using his body as a shield, waiting to be told what to do next.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 2, 2017 1:12:32 GMT -6
Eila | Servile Slave
Watch, listen, learn, and if you must speak, do it only after doing the first three things- and if necessary. Eila didn’t speak much. Golden eyes remained fixed, not with their usual wariness but with true and utter shock, upon the glittering form of the kirin. As others leaped into motion around the kirin mare, Eila shook off some of her paralysis. Not that anyone would have noticed; she remained quite still. But her eyes narrowed as Lady Scarlette and Rosie, both known to Eila though not personally, began to address the scaled creature. At Alarik’s shout, Eila’s eyes cut to him once, briefly, before she dismissed him and resumed gazing at the group of mares. She went rigidly still as Scarlette’s gaze touched her own; but then the other mare’s eyes moved on, and Eila relaxed. It was rarely wise, to attract the attention of noble.
Of course, Eila thought to herself, looking at the kirin again, the world did enjoy its jokes. Scarlette began issuing orders to Rosie and Alarik, and another mare, a palomino Eila did not know. The kirin- Bonnibell- seemed weak, confused, though Eila supposed that might be expected after springing into existence on a street.
And it suddenly occurred to the fjord that this was a very significant event- something that could have immense ramifications for politics in Eithne. Eila couldn’t care less for the direction of political blowings, but she did care if they affected Lord Isador. This, a kirin appearing out of nowhere in Valore, this was big, and Isador would not care to be left in the dark about it, not if the other Advisers found out before him. His rage at Ember’s machinations, at the unveiling of Ingrid, had been terrible to behold. He had not shouted, had not raged or broken things- but the blazing in his eyes had chilled Eila to the bone. And if Isador somehow lost influence, position- he if were forced to sell some of his slaves-
A sudden shiver ran down Eila’s spine, and the mare came to an abrupt decision. She must tell Isador of this. A quick glance assured the servile that no attention was on her, and she stepped quietly from the shadows, moving down the street as unobtrusively as possible. But- she hesitated. Isador would need as much information as possible, in as timely a manner as possible. Ah, ash on the burning wind-
Eila swung her head towards Bonnibel, bit rattling nervously in her mouth. She took a hesitant step forwards, dipped her head deferentially to Lady Scarlette. But her eyes were on the kirin, as her head remained low. She knew little of the fabled creatures, but more than enough of Valore. Whatever this meant, there was no doubt that she was outranked. But she wouldn’t be afraid, she would not be.
Eyes still lowered, not looking at Bonnie or the other mares, Eila murmured, “How.. do you come to be here, Lady?”
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 2, 2017 6:20:35 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | Local Nope Master }
With legs drawn a little high with each step, Shiya strutted nearer to Alarik’s stall with a carefree confidence that was only skin deep. Walking the fine line between her two worlds had a way of unsettling the young mare. Even setting her hairs on end with apprehension. Wait no, that wasn’t right….
Something was in the air.
She had barely came to a stop, curious eyes surveying the markets, when she was suddenly thrusted into a world of stark white light and deafening burst of sound. While only a brief moment, it had felt like an eternity before her spotty vision cleared and beheld an unbelievable sight.
Curled up within an ashen circle, laid a kirin.
…….A PINK kirin.
Staring at the creature with a mix of bewilderment and shock, Shiya lowered her head and involuntarily inched her way closer and closer, curiosity itching at her on the inside. Was it alive?
A question that swiftly had an answer to when the kirin almost wildly leapt to life and spooked the pale gold mare, throwing her head back up, ears pinned against her neck and backed as fast as she bloody could away. This was definitely a living breathing kirin, no doubt about it. Those tines wouldn’t be staying on so well what with her moving about like that otherwise.
While others took to speaking to the kirin, Shiya could only stare wide-eyed at a creature that should not be alive. The Winged God had blasted them ALL into oblivion thousands of years ago for Gods’ sake! …..Didn’t she? Still...the sight of the kirin sent a subtle shiver down her spine.
It took the commotion to startle the mare out of her trance, snapping her gaze to a red dun mare as apple tumbled all around her. God’s, she looked as unnerved by this as she felt. Glad to see she wasn’t alone on it at least.
Shaking herself out, hoping to rid herself of the unsettled feeling she found herself in, Shiya took to muttering her thoughts. “No one else around here is going to question the fact another freaking kirin has literally popped out of nowhere? The little Eminent Ingrid is one thing, but this?!” What is going on? True, she heard Sakhmet give at least a word and thought towards it, yet so many took to fawning over the beautiful kirin.
Especially that creamy unicorn mare………...oh shit.
Finally recognising her Grand Uncle’s aid, Shiya swore she died, came back to life and was left a forever fear-stricken heart. Emin Scarlet may not ever recognise her, but Rosie most certainly will! Often Shiya removed her mask and damn drape whenever she visited Bones, hell even the stay at the Muireall Estate she left it all back in Valore. Knowing full well no nobles, not even majority of her family, came out of Valore often, if at all. Rosie knew what she looked like underneath it all. Here’s hoping the kirin, Bonnibel, kept her distracted.
Just as she was about to back the hell out of here, Scarlet turned her attention on her, though her heart leapt, she saw no recognition in the Noble’s eyes. Oh thank the Gods for that at least. “Sure, I’ll see what I can do.”
Chevaliers were definitely out of the question.
Turning about away from Rosie just in case, Shiya snuck up on Alarik carefully as he tried to control the crowd. “Hey Alarik, is your boss’s shop big enough to hold this craziness? Otherwise I can go see if one of my girls if they can can it in one of theirs.”
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 2, 2017 15:18:41 GMT -6
Zelda
Merchant's Daughter
Zelda had barely moved a muscle, even as everyone else around her began to move. Her ears twitched at the voices, listening in but she only heard bits and pieces. Her eyes never left the kirin, unable to shake the awe she felt. It was as if she were standing in front of King Amadeus himself. Her heart raced in her chest and she thought her knees wobbled. A kirn. Was that a kirin? The kirin of her stories? The beautiful princess of her books??
It had to be, there was no other way this being could not be a kirin. That rack of antlers, so neat and crafted into perfection. The sparkling pink scales that made Zelda's skin itch as she wished she had scales like that. There was no other way to describe the kirin as anything but beautiful. She was crafted in Lord Ignacio's image, if not a bit more delicate and a bit more refined. Bonniebel was more to Zelda's liking than what she knew of Ignacio's image (though she still reverred Ignacio, fearing his anger as she thought this). Her legs moved without her consent and as Lady Scarlet commanded the crowds back, Zelda found herself alone, staring at the kirin with awe in her eyes. "Y-you are very beautiful," she spluttered, though suddenly seemed to realise where she was and a deep burning blush spread through her cheeks. Zelda quickly backed away and tried to return to the dissipating crowd.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 4, 2017 3:34:56 GMT -6
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+15 FVR +10 AP (+15 converted AP) +10CS
Alarik wasn’t at all intimidating. He was overly tall and scrawny with very small amount of muscle mass. More like a gangly chew toy than anything else but with a little coaxing it did begin to work.
More and mores horses began going back to their usual routine but not without a second glance. Alariks attention was grabbed by the palomino mare, Bel. His friend. His expression softened as she spoke up to him. He took a minute to think. His stall most definitely wouldn’t fit the few that were trying to help the Kirin. Hell it barely fit him, but yes Raynon’s shop would fit a good 12 horses in it and with it, it only was a few blocks away from where they stood. Luckily for him, Ray had went to Onea, Traveling for a month to sell his wares.
The stallion chirped up “Uh yeah, Ray’s shop if a decent size, i'll just need to retrieve the key from my stall though.” The chestnut glanced up over to his stall, what was a good 20 feet away from where they stood. “Hey, you know what, how about you grab it?” The teen sparked the idea. “You would be quicker at snaking through the crowd than I would, plus I can keep horses back from the Kirin, What was her name? Bonnibel, was it?” Again not sure if she would she would agree, he told her where it was anyway. “It's in my saddle bags, which are sitting on top of the feather create, under the counter. Just grabbed the saddle bags.” With the events transpiring, it didn't look he would be going back to his stall for a bit anyways. Alarik did his usual stupid, crooked grin towards Bel and then shied his eyes away from her when he began hearing Lady Scarlet again, still trying to push away the crowd.
His attention again reverted back to ocean of horses still trying to get a look at the mare, What he had guessed was some kind of champagne or dun coloured coat but it had been diluted by her pink scales and antlers. Although his anger was somewhat fueled even by the sight of the Kirin, it also calmed him and he kept trying to tell himself that the fire god that everyone called furious and powerful wasn’t the cause of this. He hoped he wasn’t, as personally he was turn into a ball of anger and rage if the god was to show himself. The teen flicked his attention back to Bel as to see what she would do, though of course if she didn’t wish to retrieve the saddlebags from his stall, he would of course do it himself.
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Post by mule-guts on Jan 4, 2017 11:34:37 GMT -6
Constance | Commoner; Courtesan
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Everyone began to hustle and bustle, once again, after the shock of the situation settled. Constance couldn’t help but lower her head to the pale pink kirin, stepping forward ever so slightly. It was awe inspiring, a shimmer of bright light and for a moment she lost in her thoughts, remembering the grand stories that were once told to her every night. But, the moment was short lived, the courtesan was snapped out of her daze by Lady Scarlette’s demanding of crowd control. Naturally, she did was she was told, especially if it was by a Noble and seeing as she was of no help elsewhere. She had no shop to offer solace or acquaintance with chevaliers.
Turning her over to the other mule beside her, she nudged her neck quickly, telling her to get up and help as well. Connie shuffled and dispersed her dainty body in a way to help keep pushy onlookers at bay. Constance followed with her eyes as the other’s took rein of the situation, unfortunately having but little input. She was merely here to have a relaxing day off from The Pearl! Nevertheless, she stayed respectful and quiet, figuring everyone else was already asking an overwhelming amount of questions. Another statement, was probably not needed. However, agreeing with a simple and quick nod to Zelda’s observation.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 4, 2017 18:57:38 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
A snort of mirth escaped from the hybrid’s mouth at Constance’s chastising, long before she could stop it; amused at having rattled the mare's demeanour with a single sentence, and making her break the usual facade she kept around company; though somewhere deep in the back of her mind she did hope no one of merit had noticed the slip up... from either of them.
Rather reluctantly, Heroin got to her feet when the mare nosed her neck, shaking dust and ash from her coat as she righted herself. She took one step forward, then another, meaning to follow after the courtesan, only to baulk at the last minute.
She personally had no loyalty towards Lady Scarlett, and had been in The Crucible long enough to see what mere hooves and teeth could do to mortal flesh… did they all really think the creature to be such a fragile thing? One sweep of those antlers would be enough to scatter the crowd, and she would not need help from them to do it.
Her curved ears flicked back to press close against her crest, a common resting place for them to be sure; indicating the hybrid’s unease at the situation, and she glanced at Constance pressing forward through the crowd.
“Connie, maybe…” She murmured, words breaking off softly as she remembered her place, but they still hung in the air, left as a warning.
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