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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 10, 2017 0:33:26 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {The soft gurgling as the life blood flowed from the Chevalier's body was unmistakable, and once again Eshana found unease gripping her body. It was not although their actions were unwarranted, however even with that thought crossing her mind, she was unsure if she'd ever grow accustomed to the sight and sounds of the life leaving a body. Had there been any other choice, she would have jumped at the chance. Yet here they stood, their little rebellion, all having stood for the slavery forced upon them all too long. Empathetic she may be towards the soul that faded during their escapade, it did little to quell the wrath and frustration she had endured throughout those long years, bound in servitude to a herd she held no loyalty to. As the armour was pried from the now still body, an idea sparked within her mind, although the suggestion soon faded upon her muzzle when the others spoke up to offer to wear the uniform. It was just as well, with Argus' gift to her as new as it was. With the uncomfortable bridle fastened tightly against her skin at almost every moment, there had rarely been a time to exercise such a blessing, at least not to it's full potential. Especially with the stress of the scenario bearing down upon them, Eshana was unsure if she could even call upon the gift, let alone hold it for any extended period of time. While the other Chevaliers and citizens may be content to pass over an unfamiliar face, surely they would catch on to one that changed before their very eyes. Better to let one of the stallions don the armour, and save her ability for a truly desperate scenario. "We should move out soon," Eshana called out softly from her post at the entrance of the alleyway, glancing back as the others worked to ready Bryan for the task. "Before the other Chevaliers notice their comrade is late on his rounds." Post 6 | 331 words |
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Post by Shlup on Jan 10, 2017 18:51:55 GMT -6
||BRYAN|| stallion | 14.5 hh
Bryan’s head rose slightly as it was mentioned that the armour would fit him better, it was kind of a surprise. He would’ve never thought that being so small would’ve come in handy. His face remained an expressionless mask as the leader explained his reasoning, once the explanation was complete he gave a curt nod. He prepared himself for the weight of the armour, once the chain blanket was carefully draped over his shoulders and down his back he felt himself lower slightly. But he was quick to get used to that added weight that it brought. He then walked forward and began to dress himself in the armour, with some assistance. When the armour was on Bryan craned his neck around to inspect himself. It was kind big, but he felt better about it since it was explained that most younger Chevaliers do not fit into their armour. But it was missing something. Then the leader inserted the sword into his holster, commenting that he hoped it would not be needed. This caused the smallest of smiles to appear on Bryan’s muzzle. He knew that if it were needed he would not hesitate in using it.
The striped stallions head tilted as Godric began to put his bridal back on and hand out the rest to the other members of the rebellion, excluding the grey mare who already wore hers. Then he realised why he was wearing the armour. It all made sense and he was internally kicking himself for being so slow. It was then stated that they would be cut off once they reach the outside world, beyond Valore’s borders. The idea had him wistfully looking in the direction her assumed Onea was in and let out a quiet sigh. He had been awaiting this moment for far too long and now that it was finally here, he found himself doubting that he really wanted to go. His pale gaze roamed over the other members of the rebellion, each one of them was willing to give their life for the rebellion. He had thought that if he forced himself to believe he would do the same that it would become a reality, but it had not. He felt lost.
His gaze snapped up to Godric as he began to move, the stallion gave him a nod. The small act reminded him that these equines had lost more than he could’ve ever dream of. So, it was temporarily decided that he would go through with the plan. With this revelation in mind, he turned towards the exit of the alleyway. The soft words of the gentle grey mare reached his ears and brought his pale eyes to meet hers. “Yes.” He simply agreed. A cheeky glint appeared in his eyes as he began walking forwards, the armour gently clinking in rhythm with his movements. “Come along, you dirty heathens.” There was clear sarcasm in his tone as he was simply mocking the Chevalier.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Jan 10, 2017 23:02:32 GMT -6
Alet
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The large stallion couldn't help but quiver with joy as he not only heard the drowning gurgle escape his lips but also greedily watched as the spark of life faded from the stallion's eyes. When it was finally over though Alet felt...empty and angry. He wanted more. Slowly pulling the knife closer he softly licked at the blood that dripped from the jagged blade and felt slightly better when the taste of iron assaulted his senses, calming his sudden rage some. He stared blankly at the body slowly stiffening before him, barely registering their 'leaders' voice as he listened to the rest of the plan, his violet eyes glazing over some as he watched them undress the body. It was no longer a stallion lying before him but a thing now that it was dead, only in death could one truly own another and that was part of why he loved to kill. Having grown up a slave he had never owned anything but when he killed...that soul became his alone. Shaking his head Alet turned back to his 'companions' just in time to see the tiny slave adorned in the armor of his victim. Alet completely missed the exchange over who should wear the armor, having been to absorbed with his own thoughts and he also knew he was far too large to wear such a costume. His ears pinned and a growl rumbled his chest as he was forced to wear the bridle once more, even knowing that he must in order to escape made the idea no less appealing. Sneering down at the tiny slave stallion now weighed down by the armor he let out a soft raspy chuckle in am effort to swallow the sarcastic quip that came to mind. Refusing to give up the knife Alet gently slipped the blade beneath his thick forelock and tucked it under the bridle strap, hopefully there it wouldn't get knocked loose and even if it did he had enough telekinetic power to hold it against his forehead until they were outside the city walls. He lined up next to Eshana, taking but a few long strides and nodded to her, trying to ignore those around him that grated against his nerves. "Let's go, stay close Esh."
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Post by naporierizia on Jan 11, 2017 13:28:34 GMT -6
Konin Stallion | 15.3hh
Konin watched quietly as they dressed the smaller stallion in the heavy, noisy armor. He was certainly glad he wasn't the one wearing it. He kept careful attention of the distance, making sure no one was coming. The last thing they needed at this point was to be caught in the act. They were so close, they couldn't afford to mess up now. Once Bryan was fully dressed Godric instructed them to put their bridals back on... And suddenly he was wishing he were the one wearing that armor. It might have been heavy and annoying, but at least he would still have his 'sight'.
He pinned his ears as the others began to put their bridals back on. Walking over to where he had thrown his, hoping to never see it again, he suddenly my realized that he wouldn't be able to put his back on,not after Alet had cut it. He held back a heavy scowal. Leave it to his brother to mess things up. He huffed, glancing around as he thought. If he didn't have one on,he would be in big trouble, and he certainly wouldn't be getting out. That left him with only one choice. Grinding his teeth together in irritation he went over to Bryan's discarded bridal. He adjusted the straps as large as they would go. Taking in a deep breath he checked the surroundings one more time, as if trying to memorize where everyone was. No sooner had he put the bit in his mouth did the world around him go black again, leaving him once more in the dark. Just a little longer, the he could take this thing off for good.
The chevalier in disguise spoke up, but Konin could hardly appreciate his teasing nature. At least he seemed to be faithful thus far. He just hoped he didn't turn around and abandon them at the last minute. Their lives were now in his hooves. He hoped that he would take good care of that responsibility. Nodding his head he followed after the hoofsteps of the others as they departed. This was it, they were almost there. A little longer and he would be free.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jan 14, 2017 11:41:44 GMT -6
єѕнαηα | мαяє | ℓαвσυя ѕℓανє {Eshana's ears flicked back briefly as she caught Bryan's agreement, in addition to his following comment, tinged with sarcasm. Normally such a comment may have caused her to crack a smile, but in their current predicament she was tense and on guard, the teasing nature of the words barely succeeding in registering in her mind. The next step in this plan required them to now place themselves in a situation where they were vastly outnumbered and out skilled by the Chevaliers, with nothing but a basic disguise to shield them from their prying eyes. Perhaps one of their few saving graces was the derision with which the guards often regarded the slaves. It would doubtful that many of them would believe such lowly creatures could possess the intellect and tenacity to be triumphant in overcoming one of their comrades. With that, they at least had a chance to pass undetected right under the muzzles of those smug fools. It was not long until they began to move gingerly from the protective confines of the alley, and she found Alet at her side. A soft nod of acknowledgement was exchanged with the dark stallion, though the faint, but still distinct, scent of blood upon his breath gave her pause. It was becoming increasingly difficult to read the intent of the seemingly protective stallion, which did little to calm Eshana's nerves. Still, there was no choice in the matter at the moment. They all needed each other if they wished to get out of this suffocating place alive, and for that possibility, the mare of more than happy to remain with the bickering company a little longer. Let such differences be settled once they were outside of the city's walls. Post 7 | 287 words |
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 16, 2017 16:57:30 GMT -6
With the disgusting bit finally in his mouth, Godric lifted his head and nodded at the others once more. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as Bryan ushered his remark, but let a small smile slip from his lips, following after him. He glanced back at Eshana and the rude stallion, feeling a little sorry for her and how she had to put up with him. Sure, he was all smiles to her but how could she not consider how he had acted to the others, especially when he had killed the chevalier and took immense satisfaction from it. Sure, Godric didn't feel sorry for the armoured horse, but he never took joy in taking another's life. Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, Godric furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, following after the armour clad slave. Stepping closer, he leant down to speak into his ear "Take us to the city walls. Once there you're going to say that more slaves were requested for repairs and management of the exterior wall. Don't panic and put yourself into the mindset of a chevalier... we need you to get us out" he explained softly, glancing down at him "Once we're past the gates we'll find a secluded spot and get you out of that armour" he finished, raising his head and glancing back at the others, hoping they heard the gist of it.
Inhaling deeply, Godric stared ahead as they made their way through the dead streets, soon passing lone slaves that were retiring for the night. Godric kept his gaze forward, focusing just past Bryan's head and walking just behind him, his mind still wandering as he tried to focus. He just wanted to go home, go home to Beartooth and his fellow Vindicators. He just wanted to rest.
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Post by Shlup on Jan 16, 2017 17:15:12 GMT -6
||BRYAN|| ||stallion | 14.5 hh ||
He all but pouted when his words received a minimal response, but then again, everyone was so tense. This was life or death, after all, and he should probably start treating it as such. His head lifted high as he puffed out his chest, closing his eyes momentarily. It was time. He exhaled quietly as he opened his eyes, he would not fail them. No, he could not. They had suffered enough and now their fate rested on his shoulders, along with the stolen armour. With a quite sigh, he stared ahead. His piercing pale eyes appeared determined. Not a hint of fear was shown, even though it was all he felt. He turned his head to glance at the other slaves, all lined up and ready to go. Just as he was.
With his mind in the right place he placed one foot outside the confines of the darkened alleyway and began to manoeuvre his way down the streets. It was now or never. He would prove to the Aodhians that he cannot and will not be controlled. That was until his mind brought Deidra to the fore-front of his mind, could he really survive without her? He shook his head from the thought. He had survived without her for years and when she threw him into the depths of Valore’s armpit, he still survived. But the idea didn’t settle well with Bryan and he found himself glance behind him once more. He would free the slaves and if he still needed Deidra, he would return to her. He carried himself as if he owned the place, as he assumed a Chevalier would around slaves, despite his size. He couldn’t help but smirk, it would look ridiculous. A small equine leading around four horses that were bigger than himself, one was even nearly twice his height.
The undeniable voice of their leader told him what he needed to do and to his words he gave a curt nod. It will be done. His small hooves gently clicked along the cobblestone paths beneath him, his breathing even. He noted that some of the other slaves had begun to slink back to their sleeping quarters, content with the live that ensured their death. He couldn’t help but knit his eyebrows at them. Perhaps he was simply in the mind-set of the Chevalier but, then again, perhaps he hated their cowardice. Lifting his head higher he continued to stride towards the city walls, just as instructed. It took some time for them to reach the walls and as the small group got closer, Bryan had a thought. Not a good one, for the slaves. Betraying them would be easy, it would be quick, their deaths painless and meaningless. His ears flickered backwards as he pondered this new option. No. He couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t right. It cannot be done. He would not do it. They needed their freedom back and he would help them get it. Resolving his internal conflict, he straightened his structure and relaxed his gaze as he is a Chevalier… for now.
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