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Post by Dry-oasis on Dec 16, 2016 18:19:24 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 301: Debt!
Leader: Osprey and Iscah
Participants: Abram, Yeshua, Cardinal, Beyond, Asha, Alyx, Cael
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'D
Prompt: The Aodhians have arrived in Sedo’s oasis, and they appear none-to-pleased. Rather than a party of diplomats, it would seem that Fire King has sent a small army of his Chevaliers… heralded by none other than Iscah, the Ambassador to Serora who also has the authority to speak for the crown. They are here to discuss the broken agreement.
Time Of Day: Noon
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 16, 2016 21:36:08 GMT -6
"Sultan Osprey. Bondmate. Councillors." She greeted tersely, rosy eyes flicking between the gathered faces of soft-hearted traitors. "You understand why we are here."
The air was thick with tension.
After the acts of betrayal made by the Serorans, Iscah had travelled back home to Valore, where she relayed the news of the broken deal to the King's advisors. There had been a great amount of debate and discussion on what to do. The Serorans had made a grave mistake in their choice toin their choice to send only half the vagabond number promised. Iscah demanded retribution - not only for what they had done with the foal, but for how they had treated her.
It was decided that Iscah would return to Sedo, where she would present an ultimatum to the Sultan and his councillors; something that had the very potential to spark a war. She would not do so alone, of course. Accompanying her would be the renowned pit fighter Cael - her mother’s prized slave - along with a group of chevaliers. In her mother’s words, Aodh did not send their royals without plenty of back-up.
Merlin, Iscah’s beloved hawk, had been sent ahead of the travel party to deliver the news to the Sultan. Iscah wished she could have been present to see the Sultan’s face upon receiving her letter.
Somewhere deep down inside the emissary’s heart, Iscah had a sliver of hope that the Serorans would be able to compromise...
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Post by Dry-oasis on Dec 16, 2016 22:54:22 GMT -6
The screech of familiar hawk is what caught Osprey's attention that morning. He knew Iscah had left long ago to Valore to relay the news about ending the deal back to her herd, but now her hawk was here greeting him with a message to meet with her and some horses from Aodh to discuss his crime. A gentle scowl touched his face as he turned to an onlooking Abram, awaiting the news from the letter.
"Iscah is returning to us, Abram" he paused for a brief second "with company." The last word was slightly tinged with venom, he didn't trust the Aodhians and had no reason to believe they would genuinely come to Sedo and make a fair deal. His eyes met Abram's, they were furious but worried, yet his body remained calm and controlled. "We should round up Yeshua and Cardinal as I assume we'll be talking politics." With that he was off to break the news and ask two of his councilors to join him in meeting with their visitors. There was no way he was going to let the Ash Serpents wrong his family again.
"Sultan Osprey. Bondmate. Councillors. You understand why we are here."
Osprey's ear flicked in the gentle Sedo breeze as he stood facing Iscah and her gang of Aodhian brutes, his face strong and serious. Abram, Yeshua, and Cardinal stood at his sides.
"Yes, we understand why you've come back to grace us with your presence and that of your friends. Your people are not pleased with us ending the trade. You've lived among us for quite some time Iscah, you know that trade was against everything we are, everything we believe in. There was no way we could have kept it going." His tone had started sour but quickly softened, Iscah was but a messenger between the two leaders, there was no need for him to be hostile with her.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 16, 2016 23:41:30 GMT -6
Yeshua
For the majority of his life, Yeshua had been intimately involved with anxiety. So accustomed to an underlying sense of dread was he that the absence of it was enough to cause the Councillor alarm. Quite frankly, the stallion was a sentient manifestation of unadulterated apprehension cloaked beneath a guise of equine flesh. Fortunately, he was the functioning sort. He sank his anxieties into a funnel for action, and worked tirelessly, his reputation as a highly capable servant to his people aptly deserved. Yeshua was relentless because he was afraid of what would happen if he wasn't- even for a moment.
As the Aodhians approached, Yeshua felt that familiar anxiety stir. The Councillor had never traveled to Eithne, and what little time he'd spent in the company of Aodhian Ambassadors left the idea unpalatable to his sensibilities. Iscah represented her people; she was the best they had to offer, the single soul that had been selected to speak for a distant nation. Through her, Yeshua had come to understand the Aodhians, and likewise understood the true wretchedness that equinekind was capable of.
His nostrils flared as the mare spoke, and briefly his golden eyes coarsed across the assembled faces, touching the eyes of seasoned Chevaliers armed to the teeth with Valorian steel. Yeshua felt his heart flutter, and poured every ounce of surging worry into something more useful: anger.
"We were under the impression that this was to be a meeting of diplomats." He began, stepping forward as one leathery wing extended to obscure his Sultan and Bondmate. "We have come unarmed and in peace, yet your entourage is comprised in its entirety of warriors."
Laughable though his protective actions may have been- he was certainly no warrior- Yeshua told himself he was capable of violence, should the need arise. Osprey and Abram were naked without the protection of their Iron Hooves, the good will of the Seroran people left vulnerable in the face of Aodhian viciousness. Yeshua reflected on his adoration of them, and then reached further, thinking of a boy with blue eyes and bluer wings.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 17, 2016 10:22:39 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
Blasted Serorans. She's audibly groaning to herself, and the entire way here she could couldn't help but think such nasty thoughts towards the equines who had broken the agreement they had made not too long ago. And she simply didn't like the idea of being dragged almost entirely across the nation to meet with ,what she has referred to many times before in her head, the 'sand hippies'. There was so much going on in Aodh that needed the attention of the Chevalier, and she couldn't even bare to think what woould happen if they weren't there to keep chaos from running amuck in the streets. She ought to be back in Aodh, protecting the King's subjects, and certainly not here playing diplomat- she was never one for politics. So instead she forced herself to remember that she was here to protect Iscah if it was needed.
Tossing her curled locks out of the way as her ears flickered towards Iscah as she opened her mouth to address the Sultan, and his companions of what she could assume were only politics and not trained warriors. Letting a smirk tug on the corners of her lips before letting it drop, she could have almost laugh at the way they would be over powered if it came to it, but there was no need for that for she was sure that just the sheer ight of some of Aodh's seasoned Chevaliers would be enough to make anyone shake in their shoes.
Alyx is a little irritated at this point, but she does well to keep it unnoticeable as she watches the horses standing across from her with a cocked up eyebrow. They all seem a little too soft. That was her first initial thought as she felt that laugh want to break out from her lips, but she needed to be on her best behavior if this was to even go well for the Aodhians. Snorting, she tries to busy herself with picking out weaknesses and other things she could use to her advantage.
Feeling her muscles flex and tense as the bat-winged Pegasus out stretched his wings, she immediately put her radar on him. He ought to be careful with such sudden movements like that for, she assumed, all the Chevaliers were on edge to make sure that they successfully got Iscah back with no harm done upon her.
Honestly, did they not think Iscah would be coming with backup?
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Post by DawnsComing on Dec 17, 2016 15:39:51 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
The golden bit left a sour taste in the mare's mouth as she ran her tongue over the metal bar once again. She had always hated the blasted thing and as a child, she fought it tooth and nail. But now it offered up a sense of familiarity, home, of which she was far from. The baking sun touched her pelt like lightning, causing the scars across her back to itch and burn with fervent veracity. The dry air drank away the tears that dared pool in the corner of her vision; golden eye's irritated by sand and thirst. It was a nightmarish place for the slave but not once did she complain.
A slight glance in Iscah's direction reminded her to compose herself. Lilith had sent her here, trusted her to look after her daughter. Bring her home safe, unscathed, whole. Cael had been reluctant to leave her Lady's side, especially after the fiasco Ember had pulled at the Christening. She had sat many moons outside Lilith's room, waiting and watching. Protect her was all she could think, all she had been able to focus on since the attack. It had set her on edge and she was sure Lilith had noticed. Perhaps this was her Lady's way of relaxing her troubled mind, giving her a new task to focus on, but so far it had helped little. Her mind wandered endlessly, worry penetrating each thought that bloomed. What would had once brought her to awe was no more than a fleeting consciousness.
It was Iscah's clear voice that returned Cael from her thoughts. "Sultan Osprey. Bondmate. Councillors."
Cael smirked, impressed by the ambassador's clarity and control. Many others would have been too overwhelmed by the weight of such a task, the knowledge that their words could send a country to arms. While the fighter had little involvement in politics, she knew well enough the situation that was to be laid out before them. Now the only question was, would the Seroran's (and the Aodhian's) be willing to compromise or would their own pride get the best of them?
It was the Sultan who spoke first, his tone and stature revealing him for who he was. Yet the dark mare could not help but notice the touch of 'boy-ness' that graced his face, so softly framed by blue feathers. But attention was immediately pulled away toward the other darker horse that flanked him; dark leathery wings stretching to obscure his leader from their sight. They were not entirely wrong, such a party was extensive for a meeting of politics. Iscah had ventured into Sedo many times alone or with one or two escorts, a far cry from the gathering they had brought today. Still, with tension between the two herds strained and at attacks on New Valore within recent months, it would be unwise to send a Lady of such high standing in alone.
Taking a few steps forward, the fighter brought herself into paralleled position to Iscah. Muscled tensed beneath her dark coat, eye's glued to the stallion who stood of equal composure to his leader. For now, she would not move unless given the order to do so but Iscah's safety was top priority and she's be damned if she let down the House she now served.
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Queerly Edit: yeshua u ded
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Post by Elphora on Dec 19, 2016 8:50:29 GMT -6
CARDINAL | Councillor | Serora
Summons from the Sultan himself, though not necessarily uncommon, were always cause for some level of concern. From the smallest consultation to the largest issue, each day brought new challenges and consequences, none the least maintaining a sociable presence when one's simple desire is to be lost in books and lore. Being a well-learned scholar and a reluctant diplomat had never quite quenched the innate sense of heavy responsibility that came with his position in life; Though none would call him anything but dutiful, the red-eyed Councillor was always at war with his inner desire for peace and quiet. This, certainly, was not peace and quiet - Having not the scarcest idea that he would be standing before a small, albeit fully armed regalia of trained Aodhian militants, Cardinal wondered not for the first time in his life if he was truly equipped for the stresses of this job. Tension rippled through the ranks of both parties present. Iscah's reputation preceded her well enough; The unicorn stallion had come prepared for a politician with a sharp tongue and sharper attitude, but certainly the show of physical force was unexpected - Offensive, he would go so far as to say, except for the fact that all present seemed offended by their lot in some way or another. Even the Sultan Osprey himself, often an individual of melancholy thoughtfulness, began their discussions with some fire to his tone. To match his ire (and exceed it, so far as Cardinal was concerned), Yeshua seemed rattled and ready to fight or flight at the drop of a hoof. This itself was deeply unsettling, for he had often proven himself a resourceful being, and was well respected by many of their kin. Though who did the Aodh truly respect but their own? Feeling the temperature of the situation escalate, the unicorn cleared his throat lightly; His red eyes ran quickly over the assorted group, lingering a moment on the mare who by her adornments was so clearly marked a slave. It was confronting to see one here, so vehemently protective of her superiors. Being deeply abhorrent of the slave trade, as Serora on a whole seemed to be, Cardinal found her presence a source of deep conflict. But he pressed on, to say in calming, measured tones: "You've come to parley; In unnecessary force, it would seem, but a discussion is nothing without words. Your... Entourage has traveled a long way, and I'm sure we'd all rather much be getting on with it. What has the Aodhian King to say?" Attempting to call both parties back to order, the Councillor forced a civil, mild expression to accompany his words. He sensed there was more at stake here than either party was truly letting on - But of course, adding a foal to the mix tended to do such things. Perhaps this would be the end of an alliance. He hoped, truly and deeply, that it would not be the beginning of a war. If it was, he knew without hesitation that he would die for the Sultan if it was required of him; Cardinal had never been much of a fighter, but the scholar had a few tricks up his sleeve when push came to shove, and his loyalty ran as deep as Sedo was dry. |
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Post by Maelorom on Dec 21, 2016 5:26:38 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond did not like this place one bit, nor did she like the equines that she faced now. The sun had been far to hot for her liking, burning into the dark parts of her coat and turning her mane to threads of smouldering coal under its biting rays. Then the sand had driven her mad, drifting into the corners of her eyes, into her nostrils and ears, sinking beneath her like some hungry creature with every hoof-step, determined to drag her beneath its golden surface and devour her. She had kept to herself for the journey, enduring the suns sting in silence as she preferred. But to be honest she was happy to be here, to be chosen to stand guard over one so important, to escort the kings word like the treasure it is.
Now that she stood facing the traitors she felt the usual fire that she found every time she prepared for a fight kindling within her. Looking at these equines she knew they were soft and weak, but not without a fire of their own kind. Yet she still felt at ease, if this came to a fight, which she highly doubted, she knew that the Aodhians would easily obliterate the opposing Serorans. She stood near Iscahs side opposite to Cael, waiting patiently for the dune-dwelling traitors to give her any reason to strike, but she doubted they would. She swept a glance across the company with which she had travelled here as the bat-winged Pegasus spoke, deeming his protectiveness as nothing to concern herself with. The others of the group had all seemed nice enough, of course she was familiar with Alyx from previous work but everyone else had been new and she had been rather unwilling to talk to them, preferring to perform her duties with utmost caution.
She turned her attention back to the Serorans as the fire-eyed unicorn spoke, while his eyes were as vibrant as the lords flame they portrayed none of its warmth or spark, his voice calm and calculated as he spoke. Beyond had little interest in the political drawl, although he was correct when he said that they would rather be getting on with it, at least in her case. She smirked at his words on "unnecessary force", before starting to design a plan for if things went awry in her head, she did not plan on being unprepared for anything.
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Post by Jennycallie on Dec 22, 2016 0:12:04 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate
There was nothing quite like the sudden slap of a wing to the face to bring one’s mind back to the matter at hoof.
Ordinarily (and he could say that because it had happened more than once) Abram found the action to be irritating, and not in the least because it highlighted his own lack of wings. And he was, after all, the older twin. Yeshua protecting him, with his wings- yes, it usually narrowed Abram’s focus to the here and now.
In this case, it was less of a sibling irritation and more of a welcome interruption to brooding spirals. Quite aware that it was he who had caused this, brought this upon his herd, Abram had been struggling with guilt enough as it was. And the thought that Noatak, little Noa, might have to become involved, have anxiety and stress settle over his tiny withers- another helping of guilt, layered with anxiety. But nothing, nothing, compared to the horror, soul-rending world-shattering horror that was the thought of Noatak leaving, being taken- taken as a slave. He- his entire being rejected it.
Dark, familiar wings snapping the air in front of his face were a welcome interruption. Abram remembered himself, where he was, why he was there. This need not be any more than a diplomatic discussion.
He was, Abram reasoned with himself, being awfully silly over nothing. Because Noatak would not be leaving with the Aodhians. He was Seroran, and they protected their own.
“You must be tired from your journey,” Abram interjected quietly, stepping out of the shadow of an overprotective wing. He did not look at Iscah. “There is no sense in standing about at sun-high.” He turned, gesturing toward the opened canvass of a pavilion, billowing gently in the hot desert wind. Tempers might run cooler, out from under Alya’s burning eye.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Dec 23, 2016 11:32:10 GMT -6
Following Abram's words, Osprey nodded to the visitors and began to lead the groups toward the shaded pavilion while gently pushing Yeshua's leather wing tips out of the way, "Shall we?"
Osprey shared a hidden sigh of relief after his bond mate suggested continuing the conversation out of the sun, Abram always had his back and the sultan was forever thankful. The Serorans were fine with the beaming sun, they often spent all day under its warm rays, they were in their element. Though he knew getting the Aodhians out of the sun would be beneficial, it would not keep their tempers from rising, no. But it would help them from spiraling out of control. At least that's what the sultan hoped.
The pavilion was roomy enough for everyone to stand a comfortable distance from another. The shade the canvas provided was appreciated but the hot wind still entered the area and gently rustled their manes and tails. After all the equines escaped from the afternoon heat into the shaded pavilion and were settled enough, Osprey spoke confidently back to the Aodhians, continuing the conversation where they left off. "So Iscah, do tell us the news you've brought all this way that your King would like to bestow upon me and my herd." His yellow eyes were piercing as he held his head level with the emissary's.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 23, 2016 23:53:44 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier
Grunting as she shook her back to adjust the weapons and other objects that her back has been weighed down with as she tried to rid her body of some of the sweat that was now almost dripping down the side of her body. Tossing her head back as she shook her now drenched sweat curls out of her face, and she felt a visible grimace go across her face as the salt tasting sweat dripped down in between her lips. How could these sand hippies stand this heat? She glanced up at the glowing orb in the sky that was now becoming rather irritating with the intense beams of heat that it was spreading across her body, and she prayed that Ingacio himself wouldn't strike her down for cursing the very thing he had created. Tearing her eyes away from the sun, she decided it would be best to maybe tune in on what was being said amongst the politicians.
Shade from the sun sounded very lovely to her even if it was just an attempt to maybe get the tension to shimmer down between the two meeting groups. A simple offer of peace among the heated sands it seemed, but even with the shade that would soon be shielding her pale skin from the sun would not be enough to cool down the irritation, and utter disappointment she felt towards the Serorans.
Disappointment. Something a mother would feel towards her child when they have done something so utterly disrespectful. And that was what she felt as if they had done- the Sultan and his people have disrespected the Aodh nation as a whole; not only the King but the King's people as well. So similar to that of a mother, Alyx stared at the Sultan and his companions with a look of disappointment, not anger. For now,at least, she felt no anger towards them, nothing that would cause her to lash out unexpectedly- unless Lady Iscah requested her to do other wise.
But this simple offer of shade would not wash away the feelings and emotions that were directed towards them.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Dec 26, 2016 23:23:41 GMT -6
The emissary allowed the Seroran diplomats to have their say before she spoke again.
“Precaution,” the emissary responded to the concern of her protectors. “We mean no harm. My entourage here is simply meant for protection.” She cast a glance to Yeshua and Cardinal.
Before she could address councilor Cardinal’s question, Abram stepped forth with a proposition to move to shade. Iscah promptly stepped towards the pavilion in question, relieved to be out of the sun’s harsh rays. She was perhaps more accustomed to the heat than her protectors (thanks to her time spent within Sedo) but that did not mean she enjoyed it. This particular day felt harsh, as if Alya was looking down upon the diplomats with a scrutinizing eye.
Now settled in the shade, Iscah faced the Seroran diplomats once again.
“I bring with me an offer,” Iscah began, standing tall with confidence as she met the sultan’s gaze. “Give the amount of vagabonds that was originally agreed upon - along with the child, Naotak. Agree to this and Serora will have no further quarrel with Aodh.”
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Post by DawnsComing on Dec 27, 2016 9:49:30 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
Each step Iscah took was mirrored in the mares own movements, delicate and cautious and noble; as it should be. With the searing gaze of the god's finally shielded, Cael took a quiet breath of relief soaking in the soothing cool of the shade. The scars still itched against her skin, causing it to twitch with irritation but the fighter would not turn to touch them; to sooth the angry burn of her pelt. No, there were much more pressing matters to be dealt with than her discomfort.
Turning her golden eye's back to the Seroran party, she recomposed herself beside Iscah's flank. She eye'd the dark one with the leathery wing's for a moment being sure to catch his opposing gaze in the process before turning back to the Salton. It was a warning after his display upon their arrival but something told her there was a softness to him as well, something all the Seroran's seemed to echo through their composure. This was not a herd of war; not these particular horses anyway. But why then, would such a gentle clan betray those of such power? Aodh had never been known for its comfort but for its robust culture and strong hoof. They were Ignacio, they were FIRE.
It was Iscah who spoke first and the words that sung from her mouth commanded attention and pride. There was no doubt in the presence she held but the air grew thick with tension and silence as her last words came to a close. Cael could not help but stare at the Lady before her, eye's resting on the back of her head as she took in the real reason the Seroran's had refused to meet Aodh's offer.
They were here for a foal.
Composed as she was, the fighter fought to keep her mouth shut from shock. There were few things as precious to any herd as children, but Cael had reason to suspect this was not just any foal of the herd. Had Amadeus really demanded such a request? While she did not know him well, the boy-king was often greeted by her Lady on a regular bases. He was a gentle soul, from what she could tell, but this did not seem of his nature. One could only imagion what they would do with the child IF they received it.
The dark mares gut twisted inside her causing her shoulders to tense beneath her hide. She was but a slave, with no right to speak her mind on such matters. Her orders were to protect Iscah at all costs and protect she would. But the thoughts were now stirring within her, weighing heavy on her mind. If the orders were given, she would be expected to take the child by force... but could she? Cael hoped it would not come to that but hope had never been kind to the likes of a slave.
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Post by Maelorom on Dec 27, 2016 15:12:28 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond walked with the others into the shelter that the tent produced, if Ayla was here watching over this meeting Beyond could not tell, Ignacios eye had burnt this land, turning it to sand. Beyond thought it was strange that Ayla would choose a land so touched by Ignacios searing rays for her people, or maybe this was his vengeance and the land had once been lush and green. But Beyond would not concern herself with the past as she took her place beside Iscah once more. Today they could make history, today they could start a war, and if they did Beyond would be the first to arms for her king.
She couldn't help but smile at Iscahs words, they were here to collect the vagabond child that the Serorans had stolen. She expected some interesting responses and braced herself for even the smallest possibility of a fight. She expected the king would request this, it would be simple for the Serorans to hand over the foal and some vagabond scum and be done with it. Although she highly doubted Aohd would be trading with Serora anytime soon after this, if you don't want to make enemies it is always recommended you do not break off agreements without the other side agreeing.
Stupid Serorans, did they even understand what they had gotten themselves into? She sneered at them, they were like children who do not quite understand how the world works yet. She couldn't believe she once felt sorry for the 'poor, starving desert horses' that Aohd had tried to help in their time of need and been left with nothing but broken promises.
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Post by Queerly on Dec 27, 2016 16:13:51 GMT -6
Yeshua
The shade of the pavilion did little to soothe the heat of Yeshua's temper. Precaution, Iscah had said, as though they were the unpredictable barbarians, and this Aodhian whelp had not come to wrest Sedo’s unaffiliated residents into a fate worse than death. “With all due respect, Ambassador, your armed guards have no place in a diplomatic meeting.” He grunted, and wondered if perhaps it was news to her. Did the Aodhians flank themselves with an army each time they came together on political pretenses? Yeshua doubted it. More likely that these guards were an intimidation tactic, meant to stand tall and threatening before the Seroran party. The thought made him itch. “We are unarmed, as you can plainly see. Perhaps your people should wait outside the pavilion.”
His gaze shifted to Cael. The mare had been the first to act when he’d stepped forward, mirroring his actions in what had been an unmistakable threat. Yeshua noted the bit in her mouth, and wondered at how terrible the mare’s life must have been, to be so staunchly loyal to those who would treat her as a possession.
His attention returned to Iscah as the young princess spoke, laying out her offer- which sounded more like terms- on the table. Yeshua felt the bile rise in his throat, but did not speak, a deferring glance sent to his Sultan.
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Post by Elphora on Dec 28, 2016 2:14:42 GMT -6
CARDINAL | Councillor | Serora
Always a voice of gentle reason, Abram deftly suggested the party step out of the beating sun and under the silky shade of the nearby pavilion. For all the tension of the unexpected circumstance, the set-up had nearly been forgotten; But it was easy to see that the Aodhians (in spite of their fiery god) were not as accustomed to the sweltering desert heat as the Seroran diplomats. For all their bluster and show, Cardinal suspected that they each held a distinct longing to be done with whatever it was that would transpire here, and go back to their decadent and vulgar lives. There was an authority that emanated from the Sultan as he once more picked up their discourse. Though relatively young for a leader - disregarding the age of the boy-king monarch of Eithne, of course - Osprey was wiser than most, and his people followed him not only for tradition but too out of devotion; He inspired calm, and Cardinal was glad to be in his presence. Unfortunately, he was not at all beloved by those who had come to make or break the truce. Even with the shadow of the canvas to cool them, Iscah's escort still brimmed with unspoken power and violence; One mare in particular had a rather savage glint to her eye as she took their measure. As Iscah spoke, the Councillor's eyes had wandered back to the slave again, unable to resist speculating at the unknown. So it was that he saw whatever minor reaction she allowed physically to show, but it was meager compared to the shock that built within his own chest, let out in a rumble of alarm. The child? What a barbaric demand! What use - or value, if he could be lowered to think of any precious life in such terms - would a single child be to them; Except, of course, as a punishment. Surely they thought to set an example. It was a merciless, cruel request. He looked, as Yeshua did, to Osprey for an answer, as it was not his place to give one. The Sultan would surely be as one with the thoughts of his people, who had hated the necessity of being drawn into this pact to begin with. For the life of a child, he thought, they could lose whatever morality they had left. Feeling deeply unsettled, he could not help but turn to look also at Abram, and hoped by his grim expression to show some sort of solidarity. |
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 2, 2017 3:53:18 GMT -6
Abram | Bondmate and former (rightfully so I think) ambassador
“Precuation”, Iscah said, and Abram fought the urge to snort like an unsocialized colt, his gaze quickly taking in the spread of unarmed Serorans before the opposing group of militant Aodhians. Precaution, indeed. A certain grimness manifested on the stallion’s face, though it remained otherwise neutral.
Or would have.
Would have, had she not said the words. Those words. Had she not had the decency to look at him, or Osprey, as she said it. As she said his name.
Seeing red. Abram had heard the phrase, had understood it on an intellectual level, but relegated it to one of many other saying, hyperboles. A phrase that conveyed a meaning, perhaps, but fell short as a reality.
But then Iscah said Noa’s name, and Abram’s entire awareness splintered into a thousand screaming shards of scarlet. He was not aware that he had moved; one blazing moment he was standing between Yeshua and Osprey, and the next he had shoved ahead of them. Had he wings, they would have been violently and aggressively flared. He settled for bared teeth and slitted eyes. Eyes that saw the world through a veil of bleeding scarlet.
“He-is-Seroran,” Abram snarled. The words were quiet, but with no attempt at mildness, and Abram flung them at the Aodhians with all the gentleness of a spear, ripping through that ruby veil. “He is Seroran, he is our son, and you shall not have him.”
Diplomacy thus in spectacular tatters, Abram nonetheless suppressed an emphatic snort. Some manners at least must be maintained, and anyways protecting one’s own child hardly counted as poor manners.
Seroans protected their own.
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rip Serora
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 2, 2017 5:04:45 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond bared her teeth threateningly at the bat-winged Pegasus, as if she would leave the side of the princess. She would not go out under Ignacios fiery eye where she would be useless if one of the Serorans struck out. She took a small step forward to be closer to the enemy if they were to attempt a strike, she could feel the tension in the space, it was like a spring coiled tight ready to realease its energy at the tiniest provocation. She glowered at the Pegasus once more, he would not command her, if the ambassador bade her leave she would do so, but no words from a traitors mouth would make her move against her kings will, even if they came from the traitorous sultan himself.
Just as she began to let herself relax a little the sultans bond-mate sprung forward. Beyonds ears flicked back for just a moment as she too stepped forward to face the angry stallion with undeniable threat. Her blood-red eyes glittered as she barred any further advance towards Iscah, this was an open threat and she would not take it lightly. She felt one of the blades strapped to her shift slightly in its sheath as she watched the Serorans coldly. But she remained silent before the diplomats without command from Iscah, unfortunately though a small snort of contempt still managed to escape, Seroran? This foal is a wretched vagabond, and definitely not their son, the fools. These equines were so softhearted it disgusted her, they would probably welcome a bloodthirsty cultist without a second thought...
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 2, 2017 8:40:08 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
The silence was broken, an instant of calm turned to a heartbeat of chaos. The Bondmate lurched forward, and from the corner of Cael's golden eye, she could sense his hatred as it was flung toward them as a parents desperate words. For a moment, they stung her heart, her chest tight as it took in his fear, but reaction was too well embedded in her for it to matter. Her own mind barely registered the movements before she was shielding Iscah from their view.
Beneath her pelt stirred an energy that crawled across her form. It itched to escape, trapped behind the confines of the bridle that sat cold against her tongue. She had not used her blessing since the attack on the Crucible and the memory flashed in her mind; a reminder of the damage it could cause. Mentally, she flinched hoping this would not come to such an end but knowing how the God's liked to play with fate.
Beside her, Cael sensed the presence of another as Beyond too reacted to the display. She could hear metal slide against its sheath as the mares mental grip tightened around its handle, her position ready for battle. There was no empathy in her eyes, the dark mare noticed, as they narrowed in view of the Salton and his Bondmate. No, the rest of them (ALL of them) seemed to perfectly accept their tasks here; to take a child from his home. As a slave, she could not and would not falter. No, that would be unacceptable. But at what cost to her own humanity?
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 2, 2017 9:51:31 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier
Oh, of course she knew that they were taking something that belonged to them from the Serora, but at the slight mention of a foal the aging mare felt her ears flick back against her neck and her green orbs dart over to the Lady. But for the most part, she kept her poker face strong as she turned her attention back to the diplomats in front of her as that mind of hers raced a mile and minute trying to decipher exactly how these equines would react. Anger was to be expected, and maybe a little bit of resentment. But even she was taken back by the Bond Mate lunging from his position to get just a little closer to the Aodians.
Surprising, she mused. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she, too, took a small step forward. Puffing out her chest in attempts to make herself bigger, the unicorn carefully studied the stallion standing before them. Was he stupid enough to provoke the anger of the train militants? Possibly. And judging by the small actions of Beyond, these Serorans were already playing with fire and it would only take one wrong move to fan the flames. Giving a soft grunt under her breath, she let her weapons remain at her side- only deeming it appropriate to use them if one got to dangerous close to Iscah- Oh, she could already hear the screams that would come from the Noble- particularly her mother- if any harm feel upon her.
If he was smart, the Bond Mate would back away, give up the foal and whatever other Vagabonds they were holding behind their backs. If they were smart, they'd show no more signs of aggression towards them, after all, for the most part the Aodhians hadn't lashed out yet- Alyx promised herself to only use her weapons for show unless provoked. And here these idiotic sand hippies were, provoking not only Aodh's military but also the King himself.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 4, 2017 1:28:53 GMT -6
Osprey | Sultan
The Sultan's mate lunged at the visitors, quietly hissing his words after Iscah relayed her King's message. Osprey took a quick step closer to those vile beings, his wing brushing Abram’s shoulder in a show of solidarity (as well as restraint) and with a hesitation spoke.
"You're more than half a fool Iscah, to travel all this way and believe we would give up one of our own, our son. You've lived among this family for quite some time and I would have hoped that during your time among us, you would recognize our values." He turned his head away, unable to look at the spoiled little princess any longer, disgusted by a horse he once felt was family. His straight edged blue hair covered his face from the Aodhians and consequently hid the anger boiling within him and revealing itself in those golden eyes.
"Ash on the Wind..." fell from his mouth, allbeit quietly. It was a phrase he rarely used. But now, under these circumstances… it seemed mild, weak, a flippant understatement. He felt Abram twitch at the words, felt the tension thrumming through his mate’s body, and with a great effort the Sultan managed to rein in his own temper. Mostly.
“Our agreement is severed. We agreed to send you the Vagabonds, and while the agreement lasted,” his voice hesitated, roughened in self disgust, “we did.” He looked up then, hair falling from his face as his sharp eyes swept the bristling, armed group, arrayed against his own peaceful herdmates. Anger beat again at his chest, not in the least because one of those Aodhians looked on the verge of pulling her weapon against Abram. “But the agreement is ended; you are owed no more Vagabonds from our soil. And Noatak was born to us, from a deceased mother. He is Seroran.”
The Sultan paused again, and his own eyes narrowed, though his face remained otherwise implacable.
“If he and further Vagabonds are all you came for, I am afraid we must decline your requests.”
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posting for Sienna bc I am her slave obviously
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jan 5, 2017 10:19:26 GMT -6
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 7, 2017 16:07:23 GMT -6
Within seconds her chevaliers were in front of her, blocking potential harm that could be inflicted at the emissary. Perhaps unnecessary, for Iscah doubted that Abram could deal much harm to her, but she was thankful for their presence. Iscah knew the dangerous game she played by demanding Noatak, knew what the importance the child held to his so-called adoptive parents - and most importantly, she knew what desperate measures a parent could be forced to in order to protect their child. She had seen that desperateness in her own parents, and now she saw it before her in the Sultan and his bondmate.
To Iscah, the child in question was no more Seroran than she was. It had been born to a vagabond mother, a mother, who was promised to the Aodhians as a labor slave before her death. Thus it seemed only fair that the child take her place in Aodh.
“Oh yes, I have lived among your family for quite some time. I know your values and I know that they make you weak, soft-hearted fools!” An ugly expression of anger twisted her features. The emissary was livid. Their disrespect for the agreement appalled her. She wanted to spit in their faces and kick the sand in their eyes. She wanted them to feel her wrath - Aodh’s wrath.
“You would risk war with Aodh, Sultan Osprey?” Iscah stepped forward and shoved past the chevaliers that protected her. “Your herd is still recovering, even with this bountiful oasis that has been found. Do you realize what further chaos you could bring upon Serora? The destruction that could happen?!”
Oh, but she would love to see it happen. Because in this moment, all that mattered to her was seeing Serora put in their place for their disrespect.
“You try my patience.”
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Post by leaftail on Jan 7, 2017 19:30:42 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
The group that had gathered together over curiosities had split up. Two of them were off to tail the new, strange mullah, Ishmael, and the other four were now heading over to see what the sultan and his party were dealing with. Taeith took one last look over her shoulder to see Ianthe and Jack disappearing into the brush, out of the sight. She hoped her earlier prayers to Alya and Kaia would reach the goddesses' ears, and if need be, she hoped they would lend her the strength to serve her herd. She turned her head forward as the group made their way to the pavilion, its canopy in sight over the trees and sparse bushes.
As they got closer, Tae slowed to a walk, stepping lightly. Osprey had asked for only certain horses to go with him, and he probably had a reason for it, so she didn’t want to get caught disobeying his orders. ”We can stay behind those bushes over there so we’re out of sight…it should be within hearing range,” she suggested, looking to Kilorn. As the only Iron Hoof in the group, she put him as the one in charge, so any ideas were going to be directed towards him.
They were in hearing range when Abram’s voice rang out.
’He-is-Seroran, he is our son and you shall not have him.’
Taeith pinned her ears back, her heart starting to race. ”W-what…” she started, sticking her head a little over the nearest bush to see what was going on. Abram and Osprey were now the closest to the Aodh visitors, with two of them standing in front of the emissary. Tae had probably seen her in passing, but her horns were a sight to take in. Iscah look menacing from such a distance, as did those that stood with her.
She could barely hear what Osprey was saying to them, but from his expression she could tell he was not caving into the demand for the pair’s adoptive son.
Iscah stepped forward, anger clearly showing on her face. Her voice was a little more audible and Tae ducked her head back behind the bush to look at the others. ”Should we do something if things start looking like they are going south?” she asked, looking from Kobe to Riley and then to Kilorn. ”I trust that Yeshua and Cardinal wouldn’t let anything happen to Osprey or Abram, but…” Taeith trailed off, shaking her head. She should have more faith in her herd mates, plus, nothing had happened yet. She could’ve been over reacting, and took a deep breath to calm the nerves that had crept up.
”I’m just so…worried…”
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Post by Elphora on Jan 7, 2017 23:41:50 GMT -6
CARDINAL | Councillor | Serora
He'd never seen Abram in such a state before. The simple fury of a parent when their child was under threat drummed within the tense body of the Bondmate and resonated in his vehement words. Such a powerful force, love; There was an ache in Cardinal's chest at the reflection of it, for he had lost everything once, and would never wish such terrible pain on another soul. It was a display that immediately provoked the Aodhian militants. Two of the mares and the solitary slave were quick to take a defensive posture about Iscah, who for a moment was nearly concealed by their formidable stances. The Councillor understood why it was they had come in such force now; They had anticipated the Serorans' reactions to such a vile demand. He should have recognized the combative display for what it was - not merely a show to intimidate, but a carefully calculated decision to provoke animosity and contempt. Osprey took a step forward then, and Cardinal shadowed his side, reluctant to have their treasured Sultan so close to those who had now unmistakably marked themselves as the enemy. As their ruler spoke, his stomach curdled with anger and foreboding; Osprey spoke for all Serora as he condemned Iscah's request, and in this they were of one mind about it - No child, be it precious Noatak or any innocent soul other, would pass from their hands into slavery again. It was a great shame to them all that they had bowed to the agreement in the first place; Not one to be weathered by Osprey alone, for he had only made the difficult decision that needed to be made. Perhaps Alya would at last forgive them of their crimes now, when they had been pushed too far to turn back. Iscah forcibly shoved past her defenders, and Cardinal stirred in agitation at the maelstrom of irritation in her expression. But no threats she made could change what was already done; Noatak had been accepted into their herd, their lives and their hearts - By Abram's reaction alone, they would rather throw themselves against the merciless weapons of Iscah's guards than hand him over into servitude. The warning, however dire - Was it war? He thought with great dismay, Was it War they could smell on the desert wind? - could not dissuade the mercy and righteousness that still lived in the spirit of Sedo. "Your people stand with you, my Sultan," He murmured softly, knowing it to be true in his heart, "Have faith; May the four winds tear their foul demands to shreds." |
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 8, 2017 10:14:54 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier.
Her brow twitched up in this annoyed manner before going down into this furrow. It was apparent she wasn't pleased with the reactions of the Seroran, but for the most part she couldn't say that she was surprised. And frankly, she had to agree with the Emissary, who seemed to be speaking truth to the aging militant. Indeed, these desert dwellers needed to be careful with any words or actions directed towards the Emissary and her guards- all they would have to do is return home and tell the tale of how these sand hippies couldn't grow a back bone and refused to offer over the Vagabonds that had been residing in their nation.
A simple agreement. An agreement of trade that could keep the two nations at peace had they ultimately kept it up. And now, here the Serorans were, playing with a dangerous fire that was ultimately going to be fanned by the stupidity of these hippies. Even with a war rearing it's head, it seemed that these desert dwellers didn't give a single care that they were beginning to irritate the nation that was already full of anger- once only directed towards the Vagabonds, and soon- if the Sultan did not comply - would be directed towards the Serora. She could feel a chuckle vibrating in her chest as she thought of how silly this all sounded; this peaceful nation was daring to provoke a war with the Aodh. Do they really think a war would favor their side?
For the moment, she stood back, her eyes burning a hole into the bodies of every Seroran that step forward, and if looks could kill they would be dead on the floor right now. She must remain calm, she tells herself as she waits for the Emissary to give them their orders- either to turn back, or Ignacio forbid, they take what they want by force. An unsightly even that would push them over the tipping point.
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Post by kokovi on Jan 8, 2017 10:23:47 GMT -6
(Riley / Apprentice / 16 / she, her)
Riley nodded to Ianthe as she disappeared with the others into the shadows. She herself turned back to Kilorn and Taeith, an excited smile playing on her lips. Her brain was smoking with how hard she was thinking about all the ways she could stop the Aodhians and protect Serora; her whole life long she had been ridiculed about her wish to become a councillor and now was her chance to prove herself. The others looked more like they simply wanted to protect Osprey if something happened - Riley was not gonna sit still and rather let her actions speak. With giddy steps she followed them both, lips sealed when she made out the silhouettes of Abram and Osprey and the few councillors he had taken with him. Her gaze immediately settled on Iscah and the warriors she had standing next to her, upper lip curling with anger. Those were the horses that profited off of slavery, that ridiculed the right to live, that Riley had always hated with a passion. She still said nothing as they hid behind the bushes, and silence fell over them all as they listened to the muffled words of the sultan and his bond mate. "He-is-Seroran," she heard Abram snarl and her brows furrowed. "He is Seroran, he is our son, and you shall not have him." They were talking about Noatak. The Aodhians wanted Noatak. Riley bit her tongue so harshly she drew blood as anger cursed through her veins. She ground her teeth on top of each other and heaved a deep breath. When Serora had made the agreement to ship over vagabonds, Riley had already protested - the vagabonds deserved to live just like Serorans did, but now they were asking for a child. Noatak was not even a year old and they wanted him in Aodh. She did not even dare to imagine what they would do to him; turn him into a slave? Kill him because he was useless? Riley turned to the others in anger, her eyes burning with the same passion that had burnt through her in the nights she spent searching for a sign from Alya. "This is unbelievable," she hissed, ears pinned back. "They not only want Vagabonds, but also a child!" Riley had never understood the Aodhian thought process; what the fuck would they do with a child? "I don't know what the fuck you all want to do but I'm not going to let the Aodhians get away with this," she huffed and took a daring step forward, eyes dead set on Iscah and her warriors.
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jan 9, 2017 19:39:09 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- As the group split, four including him after Osrey and two after the newcomer, he worried of the two. Jack and Ianthe were probably capable of taking care of themselves, but he still worried. He wanted to go with them and partially do as he was asked, to watch over the herd, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Osprey undefended. As he walked onward he too was wondering if it would not be wise to walk right up, so when Taeith slowed and stated that the bushes would be out of sight and well in hearing range he agreed. "That's probably for the best, for now." He said and headed over there himself, but as he thought about it the sight would be pretty comical. Three shorter horses could easily hide in the bushes, but the tall stallion was a bit.. obvious. He almost laughed internally, almost.
- As Abram's voice rang out, Kilorn stopped dead in his tracks. Any amusement he may have had was crushed by the shock and anger, so much anger. It was a privilege to serve and protect Osprey and Abram, and now he was honored to watch over Noatak as well. His group had saved the colt, and he was more than proud of that. All of his previous anger towards Iscah flooded through him, his eyes darkening. If it weren't for his good sense, and perhaps even his talent as a tactician, he would have marched right over and kicked some Aodhian ass. He let out a deep breath, and listened to his group, Taeith seemed to be very kind, and not impulsive, which he found endearing. And he felt proud that Osprey and Abram weren't giving in. He would fight for them, and for Noa. "Of course, if it gets worse we will intervene, if Iscah brought company, it's only right." he commented and although he meant that, just as Riley seemed ready to fight, he was almost there with her, but kept himself in check as they concealed themselves as well as possible in the bushes. His ears pinned and his adrenaline picked up, he was angrier with every word being said. Iscah was so ridiculous, surely this couldn't be the dangerous words of a boy king? No, they were the cruelty of a rich brat.
- Riley's words cut his eyes from peering intensely at the group, itching to step in, to her taking a step forward. Kilorn couldn't let her do that, the young mare would be killed on the spot if she startled the Aodhian Chevaliers in the wrong way, or start a huge fight, which Kilorn was sure would injure their leader and others. So for the moment he had to stop her, which made his head throb, knowing she only wanted what he did, to cause them the same pain the bastards had caused their herd. "Riley, wait." He commanded, he would have softened his tone but any words that came out tasted sharp and metallic. "It is not our place, or our time yet. We are all upset, if not infuriated, but I can't let you." These words too, spoken quickly, but somewhat softer, still filled his mouth with led, and made his heart ache and itch violently to go, to spit upon "Lady Iscah's" face. But, his brain conflicted that with every fiber, knowing the outcome, knowing how wrong that too would be. It tore him in two, how could one protect his herd and his leaders in a situation like this? It seemed to be a crude joke from the gods, probably Ignacio's cruelty.
wc: 598 words
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Post by DawnsComing on Jan 10, 2017 14:14:01 GMT -6
Cael | Pit Fighter
Ears flicked as Iscah's words ran through her like a cold wind running down her spin. Cael could feel dark fur stand on end, muscles tense around her girth, as her jaw hardened against the metal clip in her mouth. War. The word sat heavy on her mind pulling from deep within a fear she had never known. Would Iscah, would Aodh, really call WAR over a single foal? As horrible as the thought sounded, could they not accept another to take the child's place?
Iscah, the dark mare's thoughts churned uneasily. You have never known the plight of a parents fears. The way your own mother would give her life to protect yours. The memory of that day flashed vividly, the moment Lilith had thrown herself before Ember's fire to shield her baby. It was a moment of devotion Cael had never imagined she'd have to see. But pain quickly turned to anger, not just at the mare who had scared her Lady's legs and seared the image into her heart, but also at the daughter she now stood protecting and at the council who spoke hate through Iscah's lips. She would not waver in her duties, as she would bring Iscah back unscathed by the desert dwellers, but she would not be a part of taking the child from its home.
Golden eye's turned to the Seroran's once more, their pride shinning brighter than Igancio's sun. These horses would not send another, even if it meant it would save them from war.
It was the breeze that brought the scent of the others to the slaves attention, ears perked toward the land past their party's shade. She could not count them, the air filled mostly with the dust of the earth ready to choke the breath of any horse no used to such conditions. But it was defiantly there.
"There are others..." her voice came as little more than a whisper, a warning to Iscah and those who followed.
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 12, 2017 17:28:08 GMT -6
Beyond
Beyond stepped politely aside as Iscah moved forwards, did the Serorans not heed her words? Or were they to stupid to comprehend their meaning? Beyond knew that whether the Serorans liked it or not, Iscah spoke the truth and they would pay dearly for their actions if they refused to hand over the wretched vagabond spawn they called their own. She would enjoy dragging the little scumbag away, kicking and screaming if she must, just for the looks in the soft-hearted desert dwellers eyes.
She relaxed a little as her eyes swept the Serorans, there was obviously little harm they could do with the chevaliers watching, armed to the teeth and ready for war, not to mention the pit-fighter who stood beside Iscah, although seemingly with some apprehension now beyond noted. Beyond only just caught the mares words as she turned her attention back to the Sultan "there are others..." Beyond turned straight back to Cael and saw the mares ears focused on some point beyond the spot on which the gathering stood. She could smell it too now, but she could not smell the familiar tang of metal of fumes of polish, the equines that Cael had found were unarmed, or seemed to be at least, but she would not make assumptions. Her sword shifted uneasily in its sheath, rasping against its container with a sound like an angry cobra as she set her eyes on the area that the faint scent seemed to drift from. The Serorans may have called for backup while she had been distracted with Iscah and Ospreys angry exchange and she would be prepared to defend the princess at all costs if they had...
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