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Post by Queerly on Dec 16, 2016 15:12:06 GMT -6
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Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 307: Innocence!Plot Journal | Chapter III Journal | Plot Music
Leader: Ron Participants: Ingrid, Taavetti, Vincent, Grange, Eniah 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: Ever since the explosive Naming, Ingrid has been kept under lock and key behind the palace’s walls. But children can’t be cooped up forever… and Ingrid is an especially rambunctious kindling. Lilith, still recovering from her injuries, has agreed to let the little tyke see the city sights… provided she is surrounded by an entourage of family and friends. Escort the tiny princess on her first look at home and heritage. Time of Day: Morning |
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 16, 2016 20:40:32 GMT -6
What a princess wanted, a princess would get. A motto which Ron had learned early on in the Soleil household.
Since her grand entrance in the world, Ingrid had proven herself to be a bundle of curiosity and excitement. The little lady was a being of great importance, for her birth marked the reentrance of kirins in Hireath. It seemed Ingrid knew her importance. While Ron felt uncertainty towards his newest child for the species she had been born, it did not take long for the little scales to capture his heart. Regardless of the way Ron felt towards the fire god and his creations, Ron could not hate an innocent life. Ingrid was his daughter and nothing would ever change that.
Ron was not keen on the idea of taking young Ingrid out into Valore’s streets. He worried - much like his wife did - about the safety of his daughter. But he knew that the young princess could not be kept locked away in the palace forever. One day, she would have to face the outside world.
Ingrid was eager to walk the streets of Valore. Her cheerful smile made Ron smile, but the lord’s own happiness had been quickly shrouded with worry. For the trip, Lilith had sent with them a group of trusted friends and family; Grange, Taavietti, Vincent, and Eniah. Their presence helped to quell some of Ron’s nerves. Anxiety caused him to imagine the worst that could come out of the trip.
It was morning when the group had set out.
Valore was still awakening. Drunkards stumbled home from a night well spent at the local bars, patrons of the brothels shuffled out in a sleepy haze, merchants hustled to set up their booths in time for markets opening time. It was almost peaceful, a state which would not last for long.
The lord turned to Ingrid. “What do you think so far, my little princess?” he asked with a soft smile.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 21:02:44 GMT -6
ENIAH
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His neck was stiffly erect, head high and blue eyes directed strictly forward under the tension.
He would never come to admit it but deep down in his small chest his heart was fleeting, the pressures of his duty enacting stress on the colt. He stepped lightly, managing a rather elegant, proud gait while he rode along his master's flank, presenting the image of a dutiful slave. Among his efforts to ensure that he did everything absolutely right, there was also the stress and awkwardness of the stroll through the city they were taking. Eniah, still adjusting to life under the roof of Cabrera-Soleil, was also adjusting just as much, if not more so, to the scaly daughter of his master's wife.
Ingrid's appearance was...odd, to say the least. He had heard of Kirins in legends and bedtime stories but never imagined they'd look quite like this. It wasn't the heaviest of weights drifting on the scarred youth's shoulders however; it was responsibility of accompanying her. Accompanying royalty. In his twelve year-old mind Eniah almost felt it his responsibility that she stay safe, and that he would earn punishment if he failed.
Well, he wasn't going to let that happen. Thankfully the morning sauntered on as slowly and as easily as the drunkards stumbling out of bars. Eniah felt driven to stay a little closer to Ron's side, though his eyes remained fixed forward and his lips remained sealed around the bit in his mouth in silence. His ears, both full and missing, only flicked to listen to the conversation of the higher ranks.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Dec 16, 2016 23:39:56 GMT -6
All Ingrid has ever known is the inside of the palace walls and courtyard. The courtyard was one of her favorite places to be, oh to be outside! Even if it was a small and contained area, it was better than being stuck inside the cold palace all day. Her heart yearned for the sun and the warmth it emitted. Needless to say Ingrid was ecstatic to be able to actually go outside outside, a place she had previously only known from her view out of the large windows. The little princess woke up bright and early that morning, bounding around waiting for everyone to get together to escort her out on her first adventure.
Oh the smells! The bumpy and uneven cobblestone! The drunks! "Hello and good morning!" she screeched to them, thrilled and so proud of herself for being polite to strangers. Her rose eyes peered back at Eniah, he seemed too calm and quiet for such an exciting day. The little kirin tried to walk like Eniah but her concentration was quickly broken when Ron asked her a question.
"This is amazing dad! Could we do this everyday?" she spoke eagerly with lit up eyes. Barely able to contain her energy she cantered just ahead of the group so she could get get the first look at all the new curious objects and equines.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 17, 2016 0:21:31 GMT -6
Vincent hummed softly as they recalled on their memories from when they had grown up, living amongst the tall buildings of the nobles and roaming around the lush gardens that lined their estate. They recalled the time spent lost in the grass and shrubbery, youthful days filled with laughter and sunshine and everything a child needed to feel free, even with their parents keeping a close eye on them just in case. Letting out a content sigh, Vinny smiled brightly as they saw Ron and his little gaggle of horses coming their way. Double checking to make sure that their studio was locked, Vincent smiled even brighter as they joined up "Well hello Ron, how are you this fine day?" They asked, voice light and airy. Turning their head slightly, they nodded at the two servants "Good morning you two," pausing for a moment, Vincent couldn't help but briefly recall the incident of the crucible and flinch before bowing quickly their head and smiling at Taavetti "And you as well, young lord"
Turning their head to look at Ingrid, Vincent's smile turned into a grin. So bubbly already! Sadly, Vincent had been able to attend Young Ingrid's royal christening, recuperating from a rather well...eventful night. And they had missed all the excitement, ugh! But now, as they walked, Vinny couldn't be happier that Ron had asked them to accompany the group on Ingrid's first day out. Vincent knew the blooming Cabrera-Soliel rather well, having been commissioned to paint portraits of their numerous children (and various goats as well) Vincent had gotten to know both halves of the couple well and was proud to be considered a family friend, adoring their children and spending time with them.
So now, As they walked, Vincent couldn't help but laugh as Ingrid greeted anyone that passed by, drunkard or not. Shaking a lock of hair from their face, Vincent leaned down "Now now Ingrid, Drunkards tend to not like such loud greetings, especially ones stumbling around so early in the morning," Lowering their voice to a loud whisper, Vincent winked "Try like this instead, they'll appreciate your greeting oh so much more." Standing up tall once more, Vincent smiled softly and glanced back at the half asleep cat on their hindquarters "Now Alphonse, you slept all night. Time to wake up and greet the day!" They laughed, hoping slightly in hopes of rousing the cat.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 17, 2016 8:49:47 GMT -6
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The morning was a clear one, and Grange had to admit that he was pleased to be going outside the walls of his home once again. In the past, he had been somewhat of Lilith's errand boy, when he wasn't chasing down Taavi, and he had grown restless and bored confined within the castle walls, much like his newest Soleil charge. Grange needed the input, the strangeness and the movement of being outside to keep himself happy. Even changing shape as many times as he could muster in a day (partially out of boredom and partially to entertain the foals) had grown wearisome.
Glancing about, Grange took in the sights of those who had been chosen to accompany the filly alongside him. Lord Ron seemed to be calm and collected, almost fatherly in the way he spoke to the child. Eniah, another slave, who was walking alongside Grange, seemed much more uptight, almost as though he were afraid of his duties. Or perhaps afraid of failing. Grange was no stranger to that emotion; his old master, Malachai, often felt the need to punish those slaves who failed him. Ghostly aches and pains sprung up just thinking about those moments, so Grange pushed them away, gently brushing his unicorn tail against Eniah's flank to comfort him.
Before them, another was scurrying to meet their party. Vinny seemed to be in great spirits as they made their way towards the group, greeting all, even to Grange's surprise, himself and Eniah. It was rather pleasant to be given such courtesy, and Grange was in lifted spirits because of it.
Ingrid seemed to be enjoying herself, as she let out a bellowing hello to those who had stayed up too late, drunk too much, and now probably had swimming headaches. Grange couldn't help but smirk slightly as Vinny corrected her greeting, showing the filly how to wake their sleeping cat with quiet ease.
"Vinny's right," Grange said softly, foregoing the rites of propriety and speaking with the filly as he would another of his rank, something he'd done for Taavi growing up, and something he felt comfortable doing with the new child, despite her royal heritage and plume of scales running down her back. She might be special, but she was still a child. "If you're kind to these horses, not making them jump out of their skins this morning, they'll be more apt to want you to come back," he said, enticing the child to good behavior with the elusive promise of more time outside.
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Post by empyre on Dec 17, 2016 19:44:17 GMT -6
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"quote here when i think of one" Taavetti was not in a good mood. Not that he was ever in a mood other than bad these days, though at least on this day he was trying his hardest to not let it show if only for Ingrid's sake. All he wanted was to get some time with Ammy, but noooooo he was always busy these days it seemed. Sure he was the king or whatever, but surely he could still find time to spend with his own family for Ignacio's sake!
He was pulled from his grumpy thoughts by Vinny's chipper greeting, though his own smile and greeting froze when he saw the other flinch slightly. He wasn't as dense as some thought he was, he knew what the flinch was about, "Thanks Vinny!" he said anyway, though he was sure his smile probably wasn't very convincing. He sped up slightly then to come up beside Ingrid, letting their sides brush slightly as they walked. Taavi was usually protective of his younger siblings, but Ingrid especially was kept under his close watch more so than the others ever since Ember's 'demonstration' on the day of the filly's birth.
"Yeah, we can go out all the time!" he said, leaning down to ruffle Ingrid's mane playfully, glancing up as Vinny and Grange explained that being loud in the early morning probably wasn't the greatest idea. He grinned slyly as he whispered quietly to his sister, "Even if Mama or Daddy say no I know lots of ways for sneaking out."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 10:03:50 GMT -6
ENIAH
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Eniah was never the type who liked attracting attention to himself in public.
Or at least, not the negative type. He had never really gotten the chance to set outside the Sol District, let alone his masters' courtyards prior to being purchased by Ron. Thankfully, his mother and Miss Gloria had described to him the people he should avoid enough times to know how to distinguish them; and that included the stallions lost in a drunken stupor. Thinking about it now, Eniah had probably seen his first master come stumbling home like that before.
Thus, Ingrid's cheers did not leave the colt pleased. Under his closed lips, the colt grit his teeth, and his mouth twisted ever so slightly into a small grimace. Please don't draw them over here...he would have said a word of caution or made his feelings clear with a wince, but he didn't. The input from a slave, as he had learned from his previous masters, wasn't important and was frowned upon.
He feels a tail brush against his clothed flank, and he glances over toward the other slave. Grange was older and much better decorated--for that reason Eniah grew a little jealous, but that jealousy did not cloud his mind and blind him from the friendly gesture. He appreciated it in fact. The twelve year-old felt prompted to suck in a deep breath and sigh slowly, which immediately gave away the tenseness he was feeling. Unfortunately, the attempt didn't ease his stiff stance.
It seemed as if Lady Lillith had sent for more accomplices to meet with them. "Good morning, my lady." Eniah was pleased to have been acknowledged by Vincent, and he spoke up, stretching out his neck to appear staunch at Lord Ron's side. Those big blue eyes were fixated on the cat perched on the mare's flank. "What's his name? Alphonse?" He greeted. "Maybe a good meal might cheer him up."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 21, 2016 11:38:13 GMT -6
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Choosing to ignore Taavi's promise to his sister, Grange rolled his eyes silently heavenward, making himself a mental note to keep a tight watch on Taavi in the near future. Being able to shapeshift was incredibly helpful in the slave's line of work, as it allowed him the freedom to follow the seal colored colt from place to place with more ease. Besides, if that failed, a mouthful of wolf's teeth in the foal's face might be the trick to keep him straight. Either way, Taavi couldn't sneak out now; they were already outside. So, Grange turned his attention to the others surrounding him.
Grange smirked, watching Eniah interact with the cat. It seemed strange to Grange, who had only heard of Vinny as 'they' by his mistress to be spoken to as a Lady, but it seemed to cause no harm to the dark unicorn, so Grange supposed that it wasn't a matter of importance. Eniah seemed to have a bright idea in finding some food; Grange's stomach growled at the mere mention of breakfast. Thanks to the hellions of children he was nursemaiding, he hadn't gotten to eat that morning.
"What do you think, Lord Ron?" Grange asked, dipping his head to his superior. "The child has a point," he stated, nodding to Eniah. "We could find a street vendor?"
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 21, 2016 22:58:21 GMT -6
Glancing back at Alphonse as Eniah spoke, Vincent couldn't help but laugh and shake their butt to annoy the now waking cat "Oh Alphonse here absolutely gorged himself last night, the last thing he needs is more food! Isn't that right my chubby little bad luck charm" they cooed, much to the cat's annoyance. Jumping down from their hind quarters, Alphonse stretched out on the cobbled ground before beginning to trot ahead in front of the group, bobbed tail upright. Leaning down towards Eniah, Vincent grinned and spoke in a low tone "See? he likes to pretend that he's the one in charge" they laughed, raising their head again and smiling brightly.
When Grange brought up the idea of food, Vinny couldn't help when their stomach growled rather loudly, a slight blush to their cheeks. Jumping forward excitedly, Vincent enthusiastically nodded their head "Oh yes! Food sounds absolutely wonderful! Oh I could go for something very savoury right about now...mmmh, just thinking about it is making my stomach growl even more!" They laughed, playfully nudging their shoulder against Ron. Licking their lips, Vinny raised their chin and closed their eyes, envisioning all the lovely foods that Aodhian street vendors had to offer (as long as you went to the nice streets). They could practically smell the divine dishes already!
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 23, 2016 13:24:26 GMT -6
Ron inwardly cringed when Ingrid called out to the drunkards. The majority of them seemed to ignore the overly friendly child, but Ron knew not everyone would take so kindly to being yelled at by a child in the morning. The lord made a move to usher Ingrid away, but was interrupted when Vincent joined the group.
“Ah, good morning!” The lord greeted. Vincent’s cheerful presence was much appreciated.
He watched as Vincent and Grange corrected Ingrid on how to address the drunk equines that they passed. He chuckled softly and turned his attention to Eniah for a moment. The young slave had been a battle to bring out of his shell. It made the lord happy to see Eniah interacting with others, even if he still appeared tense.
Ron hesitated at first with the suggestion of breakfast. He was not hungry himself (he had ensured that he ate something before their trip), but it seemed as though much of the group was. He knew it was best to do as the children wished. “I think that breakfast is a great idea. I am there sure a few vendors open already,” the lord smiled. He looked among the group. “What are all of you interested in?”
Ron looked to Vincent. “I will pay for you too, Vincent,” he offered.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Dec 23, 2016 14:21:15 GMT -6
Ingrid frowned when Vincent told her how to greet the sleepy ponies on the street. She wasn't frowning at Vincent or what they had to say, the foal frowned at herself, upset that she was greeting wrong. Her group continued to walk on and Ingrid tried to patiently wait to try out the new, quieter greeting to the next available drunk.
Taavi caught up and brushed up against her side, the little kirin looked up at her brother and smiled gleefully when he whispered to her he'd sneak her out. Being outside the walls and exploring was all she wanted and she couldn't understand why her family wouldn't let her. She already explored everywhere inside the palace, or at least, that's what she thought until her brother told her there are sneaking out spots! Those near to her and observing could see the cogs turning as she thought to herself how these spots definitely need investigation when they return.
All the talk of food was starting to get Ingrid hungry as well even though she had just eaten not too long ago, she is a growing baby after all. But the talking was starting to bore Ingrid. The trouble maker decided to go find food herself, she could slightly smell some food baking and with her nose in the air she quietly trotted away while the group discussed what to eat. Ingrid's small and scaled body trotted down a tight alley and she used her new greeting to a drunk when she entered onto the next street. "Now you've been sleeping all night, its time to greet the sun!" her short, tufted tail moved rhythmically hitting her sides as she grinned wide. But the drunk just grunted so she moved along, determined to find the food for everyone.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 23, 2016 14:54:12 GMT -6
She was there one moment and then gone the next. Ron had been too caught up in figuring out the predicament of where to get food to even notice that Ingrid had slipped away. The lord whirled around. The instinct to panic had already taken over his mind. Where could she had gone? Had she been lured away by someone?...
“INGRID!” he cried out.
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Post by empyre on Dec 23, 2016 16:01:56 GMT -6
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"quote here when i think of one" He'd looked over his shoulder back at his father for only a moment, when breakfast was mentioned and his stomach growled. "Yeah, let's get sweets for breakfast! A cinnamon roll would be awesome, me an' Ingrid could split one, right Ing-?"
Everything suddenly stopped, as the sudden emptiness of the air next to him struck Taavi like a slap to the face. "Ingrid?" he practically squeaked out just as Ron bellowed the same behind him. Rose colored eyes, wide with growing panic whipped around, searching the crowded streets for his sisters unique hide. "Way to go Taav," He muttered to himself, "You managed to loose a fuckin' kirin for the gods' sake!"
Hardly thinking of anything beyond needing to find Ingrid, to make sure she was safe and unhurt and very much Not Dead, the young noble sprang into action. Charging forward into the crowd, he dodged expertly around the market goers, his sharp gaze flickering about for any sign of the missing filly.
"Ingrid! Ya gotta stay close, the outside's not any fun alone!" he called out, hoping that would be enough to draw his sister back to him.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 23, 2016 16:08:43 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 16:24:12 GMT -6
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"Well, cats typically will do that sort of thing," Eniah calmly admitted. "I think they like to believe everyone exists to serve them." He had certainly gotten that idea from one the cats he ended up having to tend to at Cabrera-Soleil; it had been begging for food and when he finally gave the attention it wanted, it soon stalked away with its tail high, and gave him no reward. So much for gratitude, he had thought.
Flicking his tail, the child slave glanced over his shoulder, pressing his bit between his tongue and the roof of his mouth at the thought of food. He wouldn't admit it but he did like the sound of an ample meal if he had the opportunity for one. His breakfast this morning was dry and plain, mostly because he had been in such a hurry to prepare himself for the walk ahead. Though proud that his suggestion had been taken into consideration, the youth's spotlight was very quickly removed, much to his chagrin.
But, that spotlight was removed in such a way that the tenseness he had been feeling earlier flared up again. It seems the boy was right to inwardly fret over the stroll with little Ingrid; the young lady had taken off! And now his master was in panic! "My lady! Your grace!" Called Eniah.
The young lord Taavetti seemed equally fretful over losing his sister. Now poor as opinion might be of the nobility, it would be unlike Eniah to deny his service to his master or his master's family. Not if it meant saving his hide from getting it in trouble! And just as stated before, the colt felt himself responsible for seeing that Lady Ingrid was safe. He had been assigned alongside the others to guard her after all. "I'll help search for her at a safe distance. My lord!" Called the slave colt as he tailed after Taavetti, his own voice laced with anxiety. He would glance over his shoulder from time to time, hopeful that he wouldn't have lost sight of his master.
"I knew this might happen..." The youth whispered to himself.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Dec 24, 2016 11:48:54 GMT -6
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Grange couldn't help but imagine what luscious food the group would discover, and the scent of all the baked goods lying heady and sweet didn't help his visions or his hunger to abate. He would not, however, be focused on food for long. Violently, Grange was snapped from his thoughts as horses began to panic, calling out to Ingrid. Blinking wide violet eyes, Grange looked left, then right. The Kirin was nowhere to be seen! To make matters much, much worse, it appeared that Taavi had disappeared with his sister as well.
For Grange's mind, this was a sene from a nightmare. What if the two had followed a drunk down the streets of Valore? What if they had been lured away to be ransomed off? What if Lilith learned they had disappeared? Each thought was progressively worse than the last, and it sent Grange's heart into a clamor.
"Ingrid? Taavi?" he called, sounding frightened. Tossing his head from one side to another, he searched for any sign of the two small foals. For a moment, his reason was blinded by fear, and he stood, dumbfounded. Then, as if Ignacio himself had lit a flame in Grange's brain, it hit him. He was a shapeshifter, and a damn good one at that.
"I'm going to see if I can find their scents," Grange called, alerting the others to his plan. Then, closing his eyes, the stallion forced himself to focus. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was no barrel of laughs to go through the change. Grange's bones melted, reforming, muscles re-sculpted, canines popped forth from his gums and horn shrank until it disappeared into a new, wolf-shaped skull. Opening his eyes, the gray wolf shook his fur. The bit of his slave bridle between his canine teeth, he moved forward, sniffing this way and that frantically. Ingrid's scent, as well as Taavi's, filled the air, of course. But a faint trail of their unique smells moved away from the group, tantalizingly close. Flagging his tail to show the others what he sensed, Grange began trotting in the direction of the scent, hoping the overpowering smells of food, unwashed horses and alcohol didn't make him lose the trail.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 31, 2016 1:54:28 GMT -6
It had all fallen to ruin far too quick. Ingrid was there and then she was gone. Ron felt his stomach drop and struggled to keep panic from overtaking his rational thoughts. And then, as if to make matters worse, both Taavetti and Eniah ran off into the crowds.
“We...we have to find them!” He spoke in a shaky voice.
Ron then turned to Grange and watched the slave shift into the form of a dark grey wolf. “Thank the gods for your blessing, Grange,” the lord breathed. He hurried after Grange into the market crowd. Eniah's orange form bobbed in and out of sight. "Eniah! Taavi! get back here!"
The lord cursed to himself. How had he managed to lose Ingrid? The princess could be anywhere! Valore’s market was a massive place, with many things that could grab a child’s attention - and many equines who could potentially harm the princess. He knew that Eniah and Taavi’s hearts were in the right place, but their idea to go off and find the princess themselves was a misguided attempt to help. Lilith would have his head once she found out.
“Grange, what have you found?” but he realized the slave would not be able to properly respond.
He then looked to Vincent. “Can the cat be of any help? Maybe we could split up to cover more ground?” The lord swallowed, unsure.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 3, 2017 14:23:25 GMT -6
One minute Vincent was enjoying the thought of a nice warm breakfast in her stomach, and then the next thing they knew all three of the younger members of the group had scrambled off. First it was Ingrid, the young princess seemingly running off and disappearing into the crowd, not even a scale to follow her by. Then her brother had taken off as well, not doubt worried deeply for the younger foal. And then Eniah was disappearing after them. Blinking hard and trying to make sense of everything, Vincent opened their mouth to speak only to have Grange transform into a wolf right in front of them. Vincent knew of people with the shapeshifting blessing, but had never actually seen it done in person and it left them with raised eyebrows and their jaw slightly slack.
Wtaching him trot off, Vincent looked to Ron as he spoke to them, worry overcoming their mind as they realised how panicked the older stallion was. Nodding their head, Vincent turned to Alphonse who had scrambled back in all the commotion "Alphonse, get up on the roofs and try to get a birds eye view. Look for purple scales, alright my dear?" they spoke quickly to the cat, watching as he blinked his eyes in response and scurried off. Vincent turned back to Ron "We'll find her, now come on." They spoke, quickly trotting ahead of them into the crowd. Vincent didn't want to cause a scene by yelling the princess' name out over and over again but...Shaking their head, they cleared their throat before calling out after Taavettie "Tavi! Tavi dear where have you gotten to!?" If they did not find the young children quick, Vincent was sure that Lilith would have their hides strung out above the mantle.
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Post by empyre on Jan 4, 2017 14:49:41 GMT -6
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"quote here when i think of one" Taavetti charged through the morning crowd of Aodhians making their way to their work place, slipping through and around the other equines effortlessly. He was also vaguely aware of Eniah trailing behind him, but his attention was not on the other, his thoughts quickly being consumed by nothing by the need to find Ingrid.
"Ingrid, please!" He called out, his voice pleading, "Where are you!?" He opened his mouth to call out again when no answer came from his sister, but was cut short when a stranger's shoulder collided with his side and sent him stumbling. One knee hit the ground hard, and he could feel blood already beginning to dribble from the newly scraped flesh. A small cry of surprise escaped him and perhaps any other time he might have had some words to say when the stranger informed him that he should 'watch where he's goin', kid'. Now was not any other time, however. Now Taavi slowly, and shakily rose to his hooves, the bodies of the much taller adults all around him suddenly felt suffocating.
He stumbled again, his legs growing week as the normal sounds of Aodh's morning routines morphed into the sounds of explosions, of the cries of trapped equines, the screams of the dying as the Crucible fell down around them...
The spotted colt squeezed his eyes shut, only for images of that day to flash behind his eyelids. A whimper escaped him as he struggled to remind himself that this wasn't the Crucible, nobody here would hurt him, he needed to snap out of it and find Ingrid. It was no use, however, the memories had far too great a hold on his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 16:33:40 GMT -6
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His view of his master grew more and more obscured as they grew further apart. Each time Eniah glanced over his shoulder, Ron's figure became more broken up by the many others in the crowd going about their morning curfews. Soon enough, Ron was but a pair of ears among hundreds to him.
At that moment an inner mix of anger and fear stirred up in him. He could have sworn he heard his master call his name--but the unicorn's efforts had all been drowned out by the roar of chattering horses. Eniah paused in his footsteps, neck craned over his shoulder in some last attempt to relocate the noble.
He growled and cursed at himself. He might have just gotten himself in trouble for disobeying! Time and time again the colt had been punished for the smallest mistakes by his previous masters, and he anticipated the same might happen here. All he could do now was cling on to the hope that finding Ingrid might save his tail from the trouble.
He had the thought of asking any passersby. That idea went as quickly as it came; with a slave bridle on his face and a bit in his mouth, he doubted he'd have any voice here. So long as he wasn't at Lord Ron's side, he was just another slave child here. A stray slave child who was wandering the alleys. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself.
He'd have to be wary. And that was why Eniah kept close behind young Lord Taavetti's side. He groaned to himself and went on begrudgingly, praying to the gods that their search would turn up fruitful soon. "My Lord, please--"
He stopped, narrowly avoiding the same stallion that collided with the young lord before he would have been hit as well. Eniah was dazed for half a second before he continued to Taavetti's side, unfazed. "My lord, are you okay?"
When Taavetti struggled and stumbled again, the fiery roan colt furrowed his brows. "My lord...?"
He did not know what happened to the young lord during the attack on the Crucible, but he did quickly register that Taavetti seemed paralyzed with fear. Eniah's ears flattened, mouth clenched shut, neck stiffening up as he watched. He then looked forwards, and up, staring at the crowd of older horses who either ignored them completely or flashed them looks of concern.
They couldn't stay here! Wherever the princess was, she was probably wandering further and further away! "My lord, please, let me help you up." His tone is stoic. Eniah gently attempted to assist the young lord back to his feet, nudging him with his snout.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 5, 2017 9:23:09 GMT -6
Grange | Servile Slave | Post 4
The wolf's nose was assaulted by the amount of scents in the air. Luckily, years of practicing with his blessing allowed him to filter out those that were not helpful, until he could latch onto the odors of Eniah and Taavi. Already, Ingrid's scent was fading, and it panicked Grange that he might not be able to follow her as easily as he seemed to be chasing the others. Canid hearing picked up the words of the other horses around him, and Grange listened intently, regardless of the fact that he could not reply in his current state. Ron, like the leader they needed, stepped into the position of power, designating tasks to Alphonse the cat, as well as the others. Vincent sent their cat off with words of well wishing, and Grange watched him go, hoping that the feline would have better luck than he at finding the princess from on high.
With a small growl, Grange flagged his tail, alerting the others the best way he knew how that he was on to something. He would leave Ingrid to Alphonse for a moment, and focus instead on Taavi and Eniah. Bounding into the crowd, Grange pushed horses away, darting between legs and under bellies like some sort of rabid familiar on the loose. As he followed the trail, his viscera twisted sharply. The tang of Taavi's scent was suddenly flooded with fear, a scent the unicorn-wolf knew well. Taavi was upset by something, and Grange would be damned if he let anything happen to the colt, ornery as he was.
Rushing forward, he noticed the scents growing stronger, almost overpowering. Suddenly, Grange broke through a throng of horses to a clear spot on the road, where he could see all that lay before him.
Thank Ignacio! Before him, the shapes of two young bodies that Grange knew took form. Eniah and Taavi! Letting out a howl, he jumped and twisted, attempting to garner attention from the others before rushing to Taavi's side, circling the colt quickly to search for injury. Since the attack upon the Crucible, Taavi's constitution appeared to be weakened, and Grange feared the child was having an attack of some sort. Completely focused on Taavi, as Eniah seemed to be in his right mind, Grange paid no heed to the fact that he, as a wolf Eniah had never before seen, was circling the young lord. Taavi was all important right now. Ingrid, Eniah, Ron, Vincent, they all faded for a moment as Grange attempted to calm his first and dearest charge by pressing his warm-furred neck and shoulder to Taavi's, soothing him.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jan 5, 2017 11:32:53 GMT -6
The soft clattering of Ingrid's cloven hooves as she trotted down the stone street were drowned out by the chattering of horses, their larger hooves hitting the same stone work, and the daily routines of regular Aodhian life. Ingrid grew bored of saying hello to the other horses and animals, no one was paying much attention or returning the greeting back to her. So she began to focus on just finding the food for her friends and family, the smell of just baked sweet breads and fruit was growing stronger as the little kirin weaved her way through legs and between bodies of the much larger adults.
A low grumble caught her ear's attention as she passed by a familiar vendor. All the colorful and strange animals caught her attention enough to make Ingrid slow down and examine from her spot in the middle of the street. The grumbling quickly turned into barking as a figure rapidly sprung out into her direction from behind the vendor's stand. Metal bowls clanked on the stone as the canine lunged forward, reaching the end of it's chain. The sudden loud noises and animal coming at her sent the filly into a frightened panic. Tears welled up in her eyes as her stilt-like legs carried her backwards, away from the threat, until her purple and blue scales brushed up against the cold stonework of a building. Ingrid's rose eyes looked up to the eaves of the building,
She didn't know where she was.
With her body still pressed against the building, her eyes darted from equine to building to equine. Nothing looked familiar. Her small body began to tremble with fear as her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, still pressed against the building. Tears fell from her eyes as she realized she was lost and alone.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 8, 2017 13:21:01 GMT -6
Making sure to stick close to Ron, Vincent practically grabbed the lord and dragged him forward as they desperately searched for the two children that were now wandering the street alone. Make it three apparently, as Vincent had all but lost sight of the white coat that young Eniah almost always wore. Biting worriedly at their lip, Vincent pushed their way through the crowd that seemed to only be getting thicker as merchants and artisans alike roused from their sleep and began to do their work for the day. Canning their head, Vincent really wished that they had been blessed with the height that her father's family had been known for, rather than their mother's small and lean frame. It may make wearing any form of clothing rather east and beautiful but gods be damned, it was hard being short. Stopping for a moment, Vinny paced restlessly as they tried to spot Alphonse from atop the roofs, wondering where that darn cat had gotten too. This was hardly a good first experience of the people of Aodh for young Ingrid.
Jumping up, Vincent smiled as they caught a glimpse of a white coat and grey pelt, grabbing Ron once more and surging through the crowd, ignoring all yells of displease. Skittering to a stop behind the group of three, Vincent let out a sigh of partial relief, hurrying towards them. Spotting the distressed Taavi, Vincent slowly made their way further, knowing what was plaguing the boy. The same images plagued Vincent's mind and for a while it had been all they could think about. But things had slowly gotten better, the images less crisp and beginning to become faded memories. Vincent knew it must be wildly different for Taavi, the young foal probably having ingrained the memories into his mind. Bending their head down, Vincent looked at him with soft eyes "Deep breathes, Taavi...remember where you are, here with us, safe" Vincent spoke softly, trying to help the young lord.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 9, 2017 18:59:46 GMT -6
Ron approached the small group and looked down at the nerve-wracked Taavi. “Yes, deep breathes,” he echoed Vincent’s advice to the young lord. “I’m here, my son...no harm will came to you. We’re here for you,” he gave the child a gentle nudge on the shoulder. It brought Ron immense relief to know that they had found at least two of the missing children. Yet, his nerves still remained. Ingrid was still lost and gods only knew where she was. He very much wished to help Taavi calm down from his anxiety attack, but finding Ingrid was his concern.
Ron looked at Vincent and Eniah. “I want you two to stay with Taavetti. Help him calm down and take him away from the crowds.” Ron’s gaze lingered on Eniah. He was not pleased that the slave had run off without instruction, but knew that this was no time for punishment.
He exhaled a shaky sigh and then turned to Grange. “Come, Grange. We have to continue our search. I trust in Vincent and Eniah to keep Taavetti safe while we find Ingrid.”
Faintly, the lord swore he heard the cries of the child. His heart raced with nerves once more. Could that be the lost princess? Or was it merely a commoner’s child wailing from a distant home? He cursed Valore’s markets for being so dreadfully packed.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 10, 2017 20:45:06 GMT -6
Grange | Servile Slave | Post 5
Although Grange was loath to leave his young charge behind, he was sure that Taavi would be in good hands with Vincent and Eniah. The two horses has plenty in common with him, it appeared, from how Vincent was able to comfort him, and Eniah seemed empathetic to him. Gently, Grange licked Taavi's shoulder, glancing up as Ron greeted the others, giving more advice to Taavi about how to survive his incident. As Ron was determined the group's leader, Grange knew his duty was to the dark horse. With a small whine, the wolf pressed his furry shoulder to Taavi's in a swift goodbye, before he turned to follow Ron's orders.
As the pair searched, Grange's ears swiveled left and right, and his nose twitched, as he attempted to sift out his princess's scent on the air. With all of the other scents in the air, his nose was hardly any use to him, and the wolf growled in frustration at the lack of input. Just as he was beginning to lose hope of finding the child, a sound caught his ear. Crying. It sounded like....it sounded like Ingrid.
With a deep breath, Grange focused. His shape shivered, glittered, and changed to that of his original form. "I can hear her...but...I can't see her. Let me see if I can take a quick look from the air." The stallion was panting, and his flanks were sweaty, but he appeared determined. While he was fully in control of his blessing, changing shape and maintaining it during such a stressful event had taxed him. With a grimace, Grange closed his eyes, and his form shivered slightly. But when he opened them, he was still a unicorn.
With an angry snort, Grange pinned his ears back. "I can't...I can't do it," he gasped. "I guess I'll have to help you as the Gods intended," he stated, glancing at Ron.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 17:14:06 GMT -6
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The child's brows arched slightly, raising when he noticed a small, gray figure emerge from the ample crowd of horses. It wasn't equine, or even feline--it was canine. And Eniah, unaware of who it was or even that he had such an ability, immediately took notice. Arching his tail high, the colt stiffened at the wolf's proud howl and made a move to stand over the young lord, in an attempt to guard him from what he perceived to be a threat. "Go away! Go away!" He wouldn't run, strike, or panic, but his blue eyes were laced with a sudden fierceness.
It wasn't until he realized that the wolf was rubbing against the young lord rather than attacking him that it seemed it wasn't a threat. Eniah looked with caution, but his hooves shook and his legs stiffened, ready to strike if need be. He was never the type to harm an animal--unless, the life of his master or his master's offspring were at stake.
Speaking of which, Ron's tall, dark shape came stumbling from the crowd, followed by Vincent, now without their cat. "Master..." Eniah briefly bowed his head in acknowledgement. "...He may have heard himself." He wanted to comment and say that he was guarding Taavetti and wanted to know just what was going on, but he didn't. Eniah never believed he had much of a voice, and even in Ron's possession, he figured it would be best to keep quiet and listen to his master's orders.
Indeed, his brows furrowed slightly and his ears dipped downwards, as soon as Ron laid eyes on him. If Eniah was in any trouble right now, it would probably be best he obey the stallion's instruction without question for now. "Yes, sir." He replied softly to the task that was given.
He said nothing, even as Grange briefly returned to his normal form. There was a little snippet of shock laid within those blue eyes of his, however. "...My lord?" He glanced towards Taavetti. "Will you be all right?"Word Counter: 339 Post #5 |
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Post by empyre on Jan 21, 2017 21:55:31 GMT -6
Taavetti || Noble Lord
"quote here when i think of one" Taavetti flinched back and away from the wolf at first, thinking it to be the familiar of the vindicator who had nearly killed him back at the Crucible attack, but as soon as it pressed itself to his side it was obvious who it was.
"Grange..." the colt choked out, burying his face into the soft grey fur, eyes squeezedshut as he tried to focus purely on the scent of the familiar slave. His ears swiveled around when they picked up the sound of Vinny's voice, that alone helping to ground him --remind him that they were far away from that horrifying day. At the comforting rumble of his father's voice, Taavi lifted his head to look up at the large stallion.
"Dad?...Wait, don't go! Dad, Grange!" he yelled, trying and failing to stumble after the two stallions as they left to continue the search for Ingrid. Still trembling and weak, and with his heart pounded relentlessly against his small chest, the spotted colt turned his gaze to Eniah and Vinny.
"L-Let's get out of here...I c-can't stay here...please...."
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 22, 2017 1:18:52 GMT -6
Glancing at Ron and nodding at his words, glancing around at the roof tops to try and spot Alphonse. Catching sight of the black fur, Vincent turned their head towards Ron "It seems Alphonse may have spotted her," they motioned towards the bright rooftops to where the cat stood out "That or he found lunch" they huffed under their breath, sending an icy glare towards the cat. Shaking their head, Vincent turned their attention back to Eniah and Taavi, moving closer to Taavi as he realised that his father would be leaving and helping him to not stumble and injury himself on the cobblestone road "Your father is just going to find your sister, Taavi, he'll come back, I promise" They soothed softly, glancing at the young slave before them. Placing a telepathic hand on Taavi's shoulder, Vincent gently drew them closer to their body, knowing that the close and warm presence of another could help one calm down.
Nodding a Taavi's words, Vinny walked close with them, a telepathic hand still resting reassuringly on his shoulder "Let's get you home, hm? Maybe get you something warm to drink and calm everyone down," They smiled softly, lowering their head down "Your Father will be back in no time, with your sister of course. After such a tiring morning I think we could all do with some time to relax, especially you and Ingrid" They soothed softly, lifting their head to glance at Eniah and make sure he was following. Lilith would have the three adults heads, but the younger horses of the group deserved some quiet time. "I know this is most likely the last thing you want to hear, but if you ever need someone other than your mum or father I always have an ear open. I have trouble too sometimes with my memories but there is no reason for you to be alone in your struggles" Vincent gently offered. Whether Taavi reacted in a good or bad way was up to him, but Vincent hoped he realised that they were trying to help and not hinder him.
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