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Post by Queerly on Jan 5, 2017 15:08:24 GMT -6
Her son has taken the crown.
That unassuming statement rang a single, discordant note deep within Bonnie’s heart. Her eyebrows drew together, frown perplexed. She knew the words were wrong, knew it down to her very bones, yet how she was aware of this, the kirin wasn’t sure. “That isn’t right.” She murmured, but the words were soft, nothing more than the dazed ramblings of a mare misplaced.
Her attention refocused as Scarlet began to command the crowd with firm but gentle hoof, calling up Alarik to push the bodies back. Bonnie was grateful for this, though the stallion’s barked response did make her jump, antlers swinging down to point briefly at the chestnut. It was not so much a threat as a defensive posture, for Bonnie was miserably out of sorts, suffocating under the weight of strangers that she somehow felt shouldn’t be there. When Alarik didn’t follow up with any further surprises, she raised her head with only mild mortification peppering her cheeks.
It was clear to Bonnie that Scarlet was an important figure among these… these strange, scale-less equines who were varying wildly between gaping and smiling in her direction. The mare offered a quieter place to rest, and Bonnie nodded, eager to be away from prying eyes.
Two more bodies pressed close, shielding a few of those aforementioned eyes from view. Bonnie let her attention shift first to the delicate form of Rosie. The softness of her voice put the kirin at ease, but the words themselves worried her, too enticing to the darker places of her imagination. “Are they not safe?” She questioned, nostrils flaring at the thought. “The streets?”
Brown eyes then moved to the second mare encroaching on her space, Eila. Had her attention not been scattered to the four winds and her anxiety perilously high, she might have noticed how the slave avoided her gaze. She might have seen the treacherous bit that lay between her teeth and wondered at it. But as it was, Bonnie didn’t make these troubling observations, and focused only on what was said.
“I… I don’t know.” She breathed. Her mind raced, fractured memories struggling to fall into place, to make sense of violence and fire and golden eyes. “I was somewhere else, and now I’m here, and…”
A pause. Bonnie’s breath shivered out of her. “And now the air smells different. The sky is different. The stone under my hooves is wrong, and I, I don’t,” A choke, a tight squeeze of her eyes that betrayed the tears welling there. “I don’t know where I am.”
She kept her eyes closed for a long moment, and when she opened them she was looking into the face of young mare. Zelda sputtered, squeaking a compliment, and for a moment Bonnie marvelled at how small and terribly alone Zelda looked, separated from the awestruck crowd as she was. The kirin blinked, a fresh tear spilling down the length of her cheek. “Thank you.” Bonnie murmured, and wondered if she looked just as bewildered and lost. It was clear enough that the kirin’s appearance was startling to the onlookers, yet the yearling had approached her anyway. A brave little soul. It left Bonnie feeling a little braver, too.
“Please,” She breathed to Scarlet and Rosie alike, “take me somewhere quiet-”
And yet before the words could leave her mouth Bonnie was seizing up, every muscle in her body becoming rigid as her eyes widened. Behind them played a scene, a memory, a recall so horrible and so ugly, so full of agony and fire, that when she broke free of it the kirin went bolting, cloven hooves scrambling on the cobblestone as she blindly threw herself into the crowd with a strangled scream. She struck Constance in the shoulder, and the solid frame of the mule was enough to break the terror spell rendering her senseless. Bonnie stilled, and leaned heavily against the courtesan, her cheek pressed hard to the mule’s ribs as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Somewhere quiet! Somewhere- somewhere else-” She repeated, voice close to breaking.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 6, 2017 3:15:52 GMT -6
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jan 6, 2017 13:36:20 GMT -6
 This crazy ass horned girly was not helping with Sahkmet's thundering headache. Getting her away to a less exposed place did indeed seem like a good idea- But now when she was trying to freak out and throw herself around. Sahkmet sucked in a sharp breath, throwing herself after the small scaled creature when she knocked into Constance. Sure there wasn't much of an effect upon the small stumpy beauty but Sahkmet really, really, couldn't be dealing with this right now.
She grabbed her tail, yanking it with a toss of her head to try and pull Bonnie away from Constance or at least get her attention.
"HEY!" Sahkmet bellowed, dropping her tail and staring at her with commanding eyes. "Calm down right now! We are not going to hurt you and you flailing your giant rack around, is not helping anyone!" Sahkmet spoke through clenched teeth and stamped a hoof to punctuate her words. The golden mare exhaled heavily and looked over her shoulder to Scarlet.
"Do you think perhaps, we can move this along? I'm growing tired of her rambling." Sahkmet grumbled, this hangover was going to be the death of her and so was Bonnie.
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Post by SagaWolf on Jan 7, 2017 9:26:32 GMT -6
RosieCommoner, Healer
Questions began to gnaw at the edges of Rosie's mind, thoughts she'd rather not have to deal with right this instance. She wanted to simply bask in the glory of another kirin gifted to her people, no doubt by Ignacio himself. She couldn't help but feel overwhelming joy and was perplexed by the notes of fear and worry she picked out from the crowd. Indeed, letting her pink eyes travel across the sea of faces, she was unnerved by what she saw. A cluster of smiles and reverence, but so many more knitted brows and alarmed stares.
Rosie jumped some as the kirin was startled by Alarik's barked reply. For a moment she honestly thought the pink figure would charge, but thankfully that mental image did not come to pass. Bonniebel might be a small figure, but those sharp tines would easily steal a life if handled without care. The kirin addressed her with worry, which pulled Rosie's attention away from Alarik before her eye could wander to the terribly familiar Shiya. For now the golden mare's identity was still safe.
"Oh, no, no, the streets are perfectly safe, " Rosie replied calmly, bottling her excitement up. "It's just that the walk to the palace is awfully long and, " she paused, glancing at the wide-eyed crowd: "You'll draw an even bigger gathering. "
Rosie smiled softly, apologetic almost, understanding how this poor, terrified mare wanted nothing more than privacy. Her eyes wandered back to Alarik who she knew by sight only, manning one of the many stands on the bridge. She saw him conversing with a golden mare, and her curled ears perked forward as she recognized Shiya. Oh how wonderful! Someone she knew had witnessed this amazing event! They would have so much to talk about later. Rosie sent the mare a bright grin, a silent 'I see you! ' just moments before Bonniebel shrieked and charged forward.
Quarts hooves clattered as Rosie pulled back, quite sure she would soon hear cries of pain and see blood on the ground. Thankfully her imagination was, once more, far too morbid. The poor kirin simply clung to Constance, begging for safety in a tone that made Rosie's own heart shatter. She opened her mouth to speak, wanted to reassure and help in anyway she could, but the freckled Sakhmet was one step ahead, and it wasn't friendly!
Rosie let out a small squeak of fright. How... how dared that brute?! Nostrils flared as Rosie's somewhat infamous temper broke free and took control. Long strides carried her right up into Sakhmet's dumb face and she bared her teeth. "Get off of her, " she hissed and shouldered into the mare, pushing her away from Bonniebel. "If you can't handle her rambling, you are free to leave! "
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 8, 2017 10:06:16 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
Heroin’s breath hitched in her throat, as the cry that escaped from the kirin confirmed exactly what she feared; for she too had shared that feeling of disquiet in the Crucible and tunnels of Nariah, surrounded by nothing but strangers, fire and the dead.
There was nothing one could do but watch as Bonnibel hurtled headfirst into Constance’s shoulder; the warning had not been enough, but still the sense to protect overwhelmed the hybrid, allowing her the fleeting chance to be bold.
This time of her own volition, she pressed aggressively through the remaining, starstruck crowd; head low and tail wringing as she drove them to scatter like a flock of apana, aided with nothing but her presence and a flash of teeth. An ugly sight to behold for sure, but effective none the less.
It took every ounce of her willpower not to simply grab Bonnibel by the antler and drag her from the mule’s side as soon as she reached them, but seeing no open wound meant the hybrid was able to keep her head, and continue walking until she neared Bonnibel’s surely smarting tail; halting abruptly to stare down the obnoxious buckskin, and block others from encroaching upon the bewildered kirin again.
Heroin was grateful that Rosie spoke her mind aloud, and most likely summed up the rest of the onlookers feelings about the situation too, for it meant she didn’t have to try to.
If either of them continued to endanger Connie’s well-being however... she personally was, quite happily going to use more than mere words to get the point across.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 9, 2017 8:37:59 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | Local Tourist Guide }
Thank the Gods for a sane familiar face. Cracking a smirk at her tall lanky friend as he tried to control the crowds, Shiya watched and waited for him to mull it over as patiently as she could. Meaning the ceaseless shifting of her hooves, tail and ears flicking every now and again; she was a creature who hardly stood completely still for long.
To which led to the brief moment of eye contact with the one mare she had been trying to avoid since this whole craziness started: Rosie. And it was that look of recognition that finally froze the lively mare, in both mind and body.
Shit.. her mind slowly starting up; and then kicked into full force.
Shit Shit Shit! Not good, not good! Oh Gods Rosie look away please! Do it do it DOIT! And keep your mouth shut please!
So deep in her mental rambling, Shiya visibly flinched at Alarik’s voice, snapping her startled attention back to him. She flashed him a quick ‘I’m fine’ smile, even as she was churning inside. “Yeah yeah sure I’ll grab it. And of course I’m quicker than you, I could dance circles around you.” She’d always been quick to throw a tease, even if it was starting to turn into a ramble. “And yeah it’s Bonnibel......A pink kirin named Bonnibel…. Pink…..”
Nodding as he gave instructions where to find the said key, she scanned over the crowds towards his stall, the destination of at least getting some distance from this madness and the potential panic attack. “Saddle bags, feather crate. Alright, I got this. Hey…..can you believe this is happening? Or do you think we’re hallucinating?” With that question left to ponder, she shot into the crowds, weaving through with the occasional bites to move the stubborn spectators out of her way.
Finally skirting around to the business side of his stall, head low as she search for the bags, she contemplated for a moment of just leaving, save her a heart attack that is the little ray of sunshine called Rosie. But Alarik didn’t deserved to be ditched, ugh. “Feathers, feathers -AH- feather crate and saddle bags.” With a flinging the bags on her back, Shiya made her way back into the frenzy, mockingly cursing herself for her softness. A duck and weave and more biting later, she was back by Alarik’s side and discovering the madness had grown chaotic since she left.
Welp Sakhmet must be having one of her infamous hangovers. An internal groan and a mental slap to prep herself, Shiya blew a sharp whistle to gain the crowd’s attention and hopefully startle them to shush.
“Alright everyone, time to calm your farm and let's move the circus. I’m Shebella, I’ll be your guide for this lovely day. We’ll be briefly traversing along the bridge, get to enjoy the sights. Then we’ll finally reach a nice quiet place my friend Alarik over here has kindly offer us to use. Anyone want to come along?” By now her mocking yet charming tone was maybe a little noticeable, but hey anything to get this out off the streets. And Gods Rosie please stay quiet.
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 9, 2017 13:04:51 GMT -6
Post 5 | Word Count:522 +1 AP Alarik’s ears pricked forward and then let one rotate back in a curious manner at Bel being startled by him. His face then relaxed again and back into his crooked smirk. He continued and let her answer. “Yeah yeah sure I’ll grab it.” The mare chirped at him. Alarik almost laughed at her teasing but only grinned and shook his head at her “Yeah, Yeah. We’ll see about that later” He teased back and scoffed under his breath. Al looked back up to the Kirin as Bel mentioned her again. "The poor thing must be frightened" he thought quickly to himself as his eyes changed from a teasing, to a more softened look. His gaze went back to the golden mare standing slightly to the side of him, scanning the crowd and relayed his instructions back to him. “Hey” she tailed off in a somewhat soft tone “can you believe this is happening? Or do you think we’re hallucinating?”
Alarik gave a daring look at the mares optimism, before she ran off and he watched her dissolve into the crowd. His attention was quickly grabbed again at the shrill shrieks of the kirin as she appeared to leap forward in discomfort or pain. Landing her antlers into Connie's side. Although Alarik quickly noticed that the mules hide wasn’t cut or pierced. Either the kirin didn’t intend to hurt the mare or she was too weak to even cause damage. The stallion’s ears fell flat in pity at the small pink mare’s plea's to get somewhere more secluded. Alarik looked around to his stall to see if he could see Bel returning but his attention was again snatched but a scene unfolding in front of him. A dun mare had grabbed at the kirins tail and began hissing words at her. Alariks mouth fell agape in disbelief. He watched as the light cream coated mare named Rosie then began half-yelling at her and pushed herself into the dun and telling her off. Alarik stepped up alongside the Kirin. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes daring at Sahkmet. “Yeah, we aren't going to hurt her, but you just did” Alarik spoke, pointing out her contradiction. “And there is no need to yell. We can hear you just fine at a lower tone.” His attention again changed from the Dun to the probably now terrified Bonnie, lowering his head to her level and spoke softly “Are .. Are you okay” Concern was washed over his large chestnut face at the 13 hand mare. Not sure if Sahkmet had hit a nerve. Thankfully Bel returned to his other side with some mood lifting silliness and Alarik couldn’t help but smile at her, holding back laughter that was probably inappropriate for the moment in time. He looked around to her, seeing that she had his saddle-bags laying over her back. “Hmm suits you” He nodded and returned his gaze back to Bonnie, lowered his head back to her level again and spoke in an even softer tone “You ready to go?, I can carry you if you’d like.”
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Post by mule-guts on Jan 10, 2017 8:54:13 GMT -6
Constance | Commoner; Courtesan
Word Count: 351
Post #: 4
She could already hear the steam screaming out of Heroin the moment Bonnibel crashed into her. It did not hurt, nor were there cuts of any kind. It may leave a bruise, but bruises soon fade. Nevertheless, the courtesan just knew. Looking over quickly, she found the small hybrid already snaking through the crowd towards the now, new forming group. Everything was moving so quickly, Constance couldn’t keep up, before she could stop Sakhmet from yanking on the poor kirin’s tail, Rosie was already in the golden mare’s face. Worried for the sake of Bonnie, and quite honestly growing tired of the bickering, the spotted mule spoke softly, yet firm, “Enough.” Her tone resonated like that of a mother; stern, caring, and possibly a bit terrifying. It was soon followed by a quiet “ching” caused by the metal on her bridle as she raised her head up, demanding authority in this situation.
Her attention was soon taken away by the young Noble returning, parading that she had gotten what they needed and that everything was ready to go. Excellent. We can finally move this zoo. Lavender eyes scanned the group, stopping on Eila and Zelda, they seemed gentle enough from the long minuted they’ve been here. Before she could say anything to the two, however, Alarik had lowered himself to the small mare, Constance watched him carefully still in Mom Mode.
“You ready to go?, I can carry you if you’d like.” He was non-threatening, and that was honestly not too bad of an idea, so long as Bonnibel was ok with it.
Her gaze returned to the two mares, Eila and Zelda, nodding with a light, airy whinny, simply to get their attention.
“Will you two stand by…” She paused, failing to think of Alarik’s name. “...this colt’s side if he were to carry Lady Bonnibel. I would do it myself, but...” She glanced down quickly at the exhausting mare, clinging to her side.
“Heroin, please follow Shebella, dispersing crowd for them.” Her tone of voice continued on as your mother’s. She loves you, but also listen to me, dammit.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 11, 2017 6:20:59 GMT -6
Zelda
Merchant's Daughter
Zelda smiled softly in Bonnibel's direction as the kirin thanked her, noticing the strange look in the mare's features before stepping back to join the crowds. She didn't give it much thought as she was too overwhelmed with the idea of Bonnibel being the real-life princess from her story books to really read the warning signs all over the small mare. The alien way the kirin seemed to look at everyone, as if she were waking from a dream and not quite ready to process what was happening. Nevertheless, Zelda openly watched the tall pink antlers and bouncy, curly locks that she yearned to try and match. How could she get ringlets like that? She would love to have perfect little curls just like this mare!
Her train of thought was abruptly cut off as the pink kirin suddenly lunged towards the bold mule mare. Zelda's heart lurched and she felt herself scatter with the crowd that feared those tall antlers, but she didn't go far. Her breath caught watching the commotion unfold, a buckskin mare tugging on the kirin's tail - making Zelda cringe - then the unicorn that had addressed Zelda earlier confirmed her own thoughts. It was a mess of words and even the slave that she had tripped earlier was there and Zelda stopped trying to follow it. Her eyes locked on Bonnibel's pink hide, wondering what will happen to her and if she will ever see the beautiful kirin again after this when a new voice broke through the babble. Zelda's purple eyes locked on the mule who the kirin had fallen against and felt the mare's eyes as they locked onto her. Immediately she felt herself freeze, the mare's words catching her off guard. The teenager looked across to the chestnut colt and was already nodding along as she realised it meant she would get to be around Bonnibel for a little while longer. "Ah...y-yes, certainly ma'am."
Quietly she moved in alongside the colt, awaiting further instruction.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 11, 2017 13:46:21 GMT -6
Lady Scarlet
Scarlette was appalled. Had the common mare next to her truly pulled one of such godliness by her very tail away from the mule. Of course, perhaps it was a smart course of action, after all, those horns could certainly cause much injury. However, the Lady was still taken aback by the heathen's action. It was the pearly unicorn mare that stepped forward, fur bristling in anger. "Ladies, ladies. Calm down." Scarlette said softly, her eyes narrowing as she witnessed the tension. Though the mare wasn't on the bright side, she was a wonderful hostess; a hostess knew when tensions arose between her guests and it was always her duty to help them simmer down.
"Oh just pick her up Merchant, I doubt she's in a state to give you answers. Should she be so against it, I'll take the blame." Scarlette said softly after both Constance and Alarik spoke. "She'll be much more at home in the quiet I expect, and until then we need to be cautious of those... episodes." Then she pricked her ears at Shebella. There was a twinge of familiarity, but Scarlet had likely merely met her in a pub of sorts... or at the pit fights. The mare shook it away, no connect seeping to light and it certainly wouldn't anytime soon, or probably ever if she was left to it on her own.
The mare took her place at the back of the line. Deciding that, now was as good a time as any to snap at any who got too close to the godly one. Besides, Scarlet was quite fond of having others to listen to her, and now was a wonderful time to put that love of control to good use. However, as she waited for Alarik to pick up the mare, she sized up the group. Mainly commoners, two slaves, a god's likeness, and she, a noble. If her day could not get any odder.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 13, 2017 4:08:34 GMT -6
Eila | Servile Slave
Something, a sort of “sixth sense” perhaps, alerted Eila to impending chaos, and so the servile had already slid prudently to the side as everything went to hell. Perhaps it had been quaver of uncertainty, of bone deep fear in the kirin’s voice. Or the way she was visibly, palpably trying to draw some semblance of understanding about her, like a tattered cloak. Whatever it was, Eila had noted it, on a primal level, and had avoided the aftermath. She might have even maintained her customary neutral expression, if not for Sahkmet. Even Eila couldn’t entirely stifle her startled grunt as the courtesan grabbed the kirin by her tail and shouted at her. Eila made a strong mental note to avoid the buckskin worker, in the future. She was bold, entitled, and most importantly- not a slave. Yes, Sahkment was to be avoided, and once more Eila found herself grateful that Isador did not make a habit of frequenting the Pearl.
Then Rosie was getting herself involved, and events only continued to go downhill from there, with the palomino mare shouting for calm, a fellow slave plunging into the fray, and . As interesting as they were- and the mare had still not quite accepted the truth of what her eyes showed her, the truth of a kirin- Eila was of the opinion that it was time for her to go. She had little information to offer Isador, but better that he was alerted to the kirin’s presence in a timely manner, than if she dawdled, and allowed someone else to swoop in and control events. Isador did not like losing control.
Then an authoritative voice rang out once more, but this one followed the words with a gaze, and Eila found herself suddenly being addressed personally, if only in passing, for the first time since this day had taken such a left turn. She hesitated, rolling her bit in her mouth. The mule was not a Noble… but she was not a slave, either. If Eila had to guess, she would go with courtesan as well. A courtesan could potentially be ignored, in chaos like this- indeed, the mule had already looked away, confident the slave would obey. But then Lady Scarlette, very much a Noble, was speaking, agreeing with the mule, and Eila found her choice had been made for her. So, she dipped her head once in resigned obedience, murmured a soft “Yes lady,” and flanked the chestnut colt’s side along with the other young mare delegated to the role.
Surreptitiously, Eila flared her nostrils, leaning in slightly to inhale the kirin’s scent. It was… odd, wrong, almost. But not unpleasant. She smelled of… fire? Old fire, maybe, and smoke. But floral, too, and something else, something Eila couldn’t quite put her hoof on. Somehow, the mare exuded a sense of… old.
“What are you?” the fjord whispered. And quieter still, “What will happen to you?”
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Post by Queerly on Jan 18, 2017 17:43:55 GMT -6
It was by the grace of Ignacio himself that Sahkmet didn't find herself kicked, for surely Bonnie could and would have under better circumstances. As it was, she remained plastered to Constance's hip, squealing at the tug but too paralyzed by raw fear to retaliate. She couldn't make sense of the shouts that followed, or perhaps simply didn't hear them. Behind tightly clenched eyes the world had fallen to madness, and she swam half floating through what was not quite a dream and not quite a memory. Fire burned through her veins as the low roar of encroaching death sang a litany in her ear, followed by a silence so thick and heavy it left her gasping.
Her eyes flew open, and suddenly she was in the present, little more than a useless marionette as she was scooped off her trembling hooves and dropped across Alarik's broad back. The lucid part of her was aghast, aware somehow that this predicament was utterly wrong, but even had she wanted to launch a protest she would find her wriggling tongue entirely useless. What will happen to you? someone asked, and Bonnie shook, for she did not know the answer.
It felt like a lifetime passed before they reached a quiet shop. Bonnie scrambled as she was lifted a second time, and once placed on the ground stood shaking, legs unsteady like a newborn fawn. "Ignacio." She murmured, voice low. "Someone fetch Him. He can tell me... tell me what's wrong."
Her eyes roamed over those present, desperate and glittering.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 18, 2017 23:27:45 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Rolling an eye back at Constance to register her distaste at the command with an expression that fell along the lines of, ‘are you freaking kidding me,’ the hybrid reluctantly stepped away from the kirin’s side and resisted the urge to strike out at Sahkmet whilst moving closer to their new… guide. As ’Shebella’ continued to talk and flit from topic to topic in rapid succession, Heroin began to have her doubts about the mare, for she acted a little too out of place and disinterested in what Valore surely considered to be no less than a miracle, but… she pushed her feelings of unease aside for now, for there were more pressing matters at hand to deal with now than a blatant liar.
Swaying from side to side and starting to disperse the onlookers once more, Heroin began grinding her teeth subconsciously on the iron bit, making the joint click loudly. Anxiety made her throw her head back to glimpse briefly at Bonnibel, thrown over Alarik’s back like an undignified heap of miscellaneous goods, but her interest only really lay with Connie, scrutinising her gait for any signs of a limp, or worse.
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Relief began to soothe her nerves once they finally reached the store, but she found herself taken aback when the kirin spoke again.
Fetch a god? Pray tell, how does one do that?
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jan 19, 2017 1:08:00 GMT -6
Sahkmet staggered back when the mare barged into her, she was in shock. She coiled her neck and flicked her head, like a noble curling her lip up at the unicorn, Sahkmet rolled her eyes.
"And you think letting her run in a panic and trying to coddle her will do much? She's a grown mare, not a child. At least I'm not horse-handling her like a ragdoll."
She stared up at Rosie, refusing to let the pale mare intimidate her. Alarik's words caught her ears and she tutted.
"Hurt her? There was no intent to harm the kirin, I simply restrained her from barreling into...." She drew a little circle at Constance, not entirely sure of her name and instead just decided to address her as fitting. "This lady. It seems the kirin is much too weak to have any real damage however... I simply over-estimated how much force would be required but I assure you I truly meant no harm." She groaned, trying to step away from the two accusing horses.
"I'm sorry, I am but I don't trust you to handle someone panicking with sweetness and coddling." Sahkmet looked back at Rosie.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 19, 2017 10:07:49 GMT -6
{ Shiya | Eminent
Shebella | Local Move Your Butts Mover }
So much squabbling and all so slow. While Shiya kept her smile up, her restlessness to get moving and her uneasy of the whole situation grew to be noticeable. Sharp flicks of her tail becoming hastily frequent, just as her hooves began to constantly shift about. She was hardly a still creature nor a patient one.
So it was certainly a miracle that she kept her mouth shut as the mares fought and fretted over the Kirin, Bonnibel. Though Scarlet’s and the appaloosa unicorn’s intervention was welcomed, one however was a little shrill on the ears than the other.
Shaking her head a little and ears briefly pinned back, Shiya had her attention diverted to Alarik, his casual compliment came as a nice little distraction, even though she rolled her eyes with shake of her head. “Sure it does, anything could look good on me,” she teased, before she moved away so a shy little thing, Zelda, could take her instructed place by him.
She was hardly listening to the tail-yanker as she defended her actions, even though she agreed with the fact this Kirin did not need coddling at this very moment. Bonnibel needed a place anyway from the crowds if the look in her eyes were anything to go by. Skin prickling again, the young mare gave Scarlet a quick glance, worry gnawing at her on the inside. She already had Rosie to stress over and didn’t need another one.
Yet the Gods seemed set in making this the most nerve wrecking day in her young life.
Upon hearing an oddly familiar name, she looked back toward the unfamiliar unicorn before realising there was another by her side, a slave...Heroin….oh that Heroin...crap. Finally with barely concealed fear in her eyes, she recognised the little Mule slave she escaped with six months ago during the Attack on the Crucible. The very fact she paid so little attention to her or to the other slave, that she now saw approached the kirin, unsettled the pale gold mare a little deeply. Definitely too dangerous these days to be oblivious to slaves.
Far too restless now, Shiya once more approached the little kirin, the uneasy evident now in her stance as she drew closer and closer to her. It was a small mercy Alarik was already close at least. Murmuring for him to lower himself for her, she waited until he was ready before she dared lay her telekinetic touch on Bonnibel and slung her over his back. With a sharp pivot and she was away from the creature that donned their Fire God’s visage, half expecting Ignacio himself to burn her for touching his reborn creation.
“C’mon then everyone.”
And off she led the party down the Gilded Bridge, thankfully already familiar with the whereabouts of the destination. With an occasional shove and nip to move the masses out of the way, they all eventually came upon Raynon’s store; unfortunately a weapons store, but it was the only place close enough to get off the streets. Swiftly pulling out the key, she unlocked the door and hastily ushered the group in, snapping her teeth at anyone simply gawking at them. “Back room should be right, right Alarik? Away from prying eyes at least.” With everyone inside, Shiya locked the door to keep the growing crowds outside out before she tentatively followed after Alarik and the others to the back room where the kirin was finally put back down on solid ground. “We’ll have to see if Ignacio will even listen for us, lil Bonnie. We can’t just go fetch a God.” Her tone openly sarcastic, for the very idea that one can just go fetch a damn God was one of the most outrageous notion she had ever heard.
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//no one actually put Bonnie on Alarik so Shiya did XDD heck she's one of the few who might have the strength to do it in this group |
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Post by NorthernMyth on Jan 20, 2017 19:39:51 GMT -6
Post 6 | Word count 812 +1 AP Alarik scoffed at the palomino mare's comment back to him about the saddle bags. Half shaking his head as his attention went back to the group. His ears flicked around the conversation of the others in the group. Mostly Constance asking two horses who were talking to the Kirin mare previously, to walk alongside him while he transported Bonnie to Ray’s shop. This he had no opposition to. The last thing he wanted was other equines attempting to touch Bonnie or him.
“Oh just pick her up Merchant, I doubt she's in a state to give you answers. Should she be so against it, I'll take the
blame." Lady Scarlet spoke
Alarik opened his mouth to say other wise to Lady Scarlet but he took a second look at the pink, scaled mare as she seemed unresponsive and glanced back over as Bel moved from his side allowing a smaller mare to take her place. He had seen this mare before only a few stalls down the bridge, working alongside a stallion which he presumed to be her father. He had seen him around and knew that Ray most likely knew him too. His gaze again switched from Zelda to Bel as she walked around to Bonnie's side and proceeded to lift her up and place the small kirin up onto his back. Alarik's head rose up in caution, worried the kirin would suddenly protest and try and leap from his 17.2hh frame, though he held her in place with his telekinesis to ensure she wouldn’t slip from his back. His eyes lead there way around the group. His eyes landing on Sakhmet as she disputed her words first at Rosie and then him. “At least I'm not horse-handling her like a ragdoll." Alariks nostrils flared slightly, his expression changing from soft to
one of annoyance as she carried on
“Well I don’t see you coming up with a better idea and right now we are doing the best we can. So If
you wanna help us get there be my guest but right now I think if I speak for all of us that we are not
in the mood to argue and much rather get there as quickly as possible” Alarik spoke almost of authority.
He hated arguments and did his best to avoid such instances. The stallion turned, taking small smooth strides
following behind Bel, and keeping his eyes on the almost catatonic Kirin, her head and antlers resting on his neck.
His ears fell slightly back as he could feel her trembling. Something was scaring her and it made him sad but a
little curious. Soon they reached the front of the shop and the Chestnut teen watch Bel fondle with the big, old lock and key and quickly usher the group in. The stallion took a second to think again. “Hmm, I was gonna suggest upstairs” He pointed his nose the the wooden structure leading up to the converted loft that made for a resting point for Raynon’s friends or whenever his wife kicked him outta the house for probably the 3rd time that week. “But yeah, maybe the
back room would be easier to navigate” The stallions feet carried on towards the back of the shop. He looked back behind him slightly to the mares left on the shop floor “AND don’t touch anything, Last thing we need is someone
taking of another equine’s limb. I’d rather not have to clean that up”. He carried on and pushed open the large wooden door to the back. Having the rest of the group file in behind him before lifting the mare himself and putting her back down on all fours. Though notably uneasy. The Kirin spoke up in an almost whisper and her words most likely reached Alariks ears first “Ignacio” The stallion had to hold back from rolling his eyes. “Yeah that be great, if only he
answered anyone” He walked from the Kirins side to stand next to Bel again, sighing as he walked in front of her and slid his saddle bags from her back, re-attaching them to his harness. He listened as all the mares spoke up to Bonnie but he stood silent. The last horse Ignacio would listen to, it would be him. He wasn’t even going to try. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Bel as she was paying attention to the events in front of her. He lowered his head to her shoulder and quickly nipped at her hid with his teeth. He quickly moved himself from the mare's side, half expecting a kick or nip back “Well, now you know you ain’t dreaming” the stallion giggled like a filly towards her as he trotted towards the back room’s sliding door with a grin stretching from ear to ear.
I had fun so much RPing with you all. Till next time. Don't be scared
to hit me and Alarik up for another RP. We are both down to do so |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 23, 2017 3:35:51 GMT -6
Eila | Servile Slave
Relieved that Alarik and the palomino mare had managed to get the kirin mare to their destination without mishap (because Eila was quite sure she would have been able to divert any disaster, and equally sure it would have gone poorly for her indeed if she had, inadvertently or not, allowed harm to befall one of Ignacio's mythical children-) Eila stepped quietly to the side, as Bonnie was placed down again. She didn't trust the scaled, frightened creature and and indeed, the mare immediately scrambled about, light eyes flashing.
She invoked Ignacio's name, with the arrogance of one who knew without a shadow of a doubt that her requests would be fulfilled. It was frightening, especially when paired with those wild, bright, imploring eyes, and Eila ducked her own, unwilling to make such contact, unsure and afraid of what she might get pulled into- had already gotten pulled into.
It was long past time she excused herself from this madness- she had to report to Lord Isador, even if he already knew which, she figured, he probably did. News traveled like wildfire, in Valore.
Thoughts of fire made the red dun shudder. Yes, it was time she left this cramped house, returned to the villa. As the others conversed, Eila slipped away, and was gone.
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