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Post by leaftail on Jan 12, 2017 18:20:23 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
’Of course, if it gets worse we will intervene, if Iscah brought company, it’s only right.’
Kilorn’s words brought some confidence back into the gatherer. They made sense. It was only right to show the Aodh herd that they were not something to toy with lightly and to take advantage of just because of cultural differences, especially after such a deal that had to be made and one that went against everything the Serora herd stood for.
Taeith nodded gently at him and then turned her gaze to Riley who had gone from zero to ten as soon as she had heard the Aodhian’s deal. The younger horse took a step forward before Kilorn spoke, basically telling the apprentice to rein it in for now. ”He’s right. As much as any of us would like to go out and tell those horses to bug off and high tail it out of here, it might not be the best idea now. We are risking a lot just by being here…” Tae started, before looking over the bushes again to see if something had gone on while they hadn’t been paying attention.
Her eyes widen and she ducked her head down quickly, though wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not. Once more, she slowly raised her head, looking once more before pinned her ears back. ”…and as much as I would like to say we had gone undetected…” Taeith looked to the others and flickered her head in the direction of Cael and Beyond.
At first, she wondered how the heck those two had even picked up on the small group’s presence, but then a slight rustling of the bushes told her exactly why. The wind had obviously carried their scent over to them. Tae bit her lip and cursed under her breath. Her hiding spot wasn’t well thought out and technically she thought it would’ve been fine, but she didn’t take in the account of the wind’s direction. She refused to think Alya had given them away and it had been just an accident that this happened.
”What should we do?” she quickly asked.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 12, 2017 19:05:33 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier
She hadn't planned to speak at all during this meeting but as Cael drew her attention to that very faint smell on the breeze, she couldn't keep her mouth shut- worry had shot through her bones as she took a slight step forward, “Lady Isach,” she called. Her voice was a quiet tone as she felt her green eyes dart over towards the origin of the smell- sure they might have gotten the upper hand but it was only for a moment as trained senses were upon the strange presence. “Maybe you should come back to us,” she sounds like a worried mother as she feels her legs take two more steps forward- her only intent was to block the emissary’s body with her own.
Hearing that familiar slick of a blade against a leather sheathe, Alyx had half the mind to scold Beyond- that she shouldn't be drawing blades at a diplomatic meeting, but she bit her tongue to hold back her remarks. She prayed that whoever that scent was coming from would be smart enough to hold back and not make any sudden movements on the Chevaliers or the Pit Fighter. Now that would be a poor idea on their part.
Her eyes flashed that unnatural shade of red for a split second as she felt her shoulders square and her muscles tense up. Protect the Emissary at all cost- she reminded herself as she felt her eyebrows go down in a furrow. Letting a groan slip past her lips, she let her eyes dart all around, not letting anything that moved or made a sound go unnoticed by her.
She almost dared someone to make a move on them. Maybe a little fight between the Chevaliers and the Sultan’s people would get them to change their mind- give them a taste of what war would offer.
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Post by kokovi on Jan 14, 2017 1:22:39 GMT -6
(Riley / Apprentice / 16 / she, her)
Riley stared at Kilorn in anger because he was right, as much as she hated to admit it. They couldn't risk giving themselves away, especially when the sultan had asked everyone to stay away from their meeting. She grumpily turned back to look at Iscah and the other Aodhians, scanning each and every one of them - she didn't even have to know them to hate them. Her heart was still racing and blood was pumping through her muscles out of sheer anger and frustration, the urge to burst out of their hiding spot anyway so strong she had to clamp her teeth on top of each other. Riley felt the wind pick up and she stared into the sky for a second, distracted by the force of nature that was her patron god's element; was this a sign from Alya? Her brows furrowed though as she turned back to Taeith and saw her ducking her head with widened eyes. Riley's gaze immediately flickered over to the Aodhians and sure enough, they were whispering to each other, glancing into their direction every few moments. Had the wind carried their scents over to them? Taeith confirmed her thoughts and Riley's desire to burst out of their spot doubled as she realized that they had been uncovered anyway. "We either get out of here as quick as possible or go and confront them," Riley said; staying in this hiding spot would surely promise their demise. Iscah's warriors looked more than agitated and ready to pounce onto whatever made a single sound, even if it was just the wind rushing past. So we either run off like prey being circled by predators or we stay here and fight, she thought, mind already settled onto risking her life to show the Aodhians their wrongdoings. Riley was willing to do whatever it took to get them to listen.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 15, 2017 0:56:16 GMT -6
Osprey and Abram | Sultan and Bondmate
As the situation dissolved rapidly, the Sultan and his Bondmare wore identical expressions of disgust and horror. Disgust, that a mare they had let into their home, their lives, could be so vile. Horror, that it might cost them, their herd, everything. Neither stallion replied to Iscah’s attack; perhaps, neither could. They could only stand, and listen, and bear grim witness. Abram was trembling, Osprey frozen, a dichotomy of pain. And of resolve.
Cardinal’s soft words, unsurprising but so very welcome, interrupted their spiral of horror, and Osprey’s sad eyes cut briefly towards the other stallion.
“Indeed,” he murmured, though his eyes had returned to the Aodhians. When there was a snake in your tent, you knew better than to take your eyes off it. “We will all need faith in the coming days, I think. We cannot forget ourselves, not again.”
If Osprey had been reluctant to take his eyes from the Aodhians, Abram had downright refused, and his mahogany gaze was sweeping the group, hitting more frequently upon Cael and Beyond. Alyx too was kept in check, and it was only Iscah whom Abram did not fully look at. Did not trust himself to. But Cael and Beyond… they were dangerous, and so Abram kept his hard eyes on them. And thus noticed the two grow tense, their own eyes reaching out beyond the group. Despite himself, Abram canted his own head in that direction. Movement, hastily aborted but none the less seen. Riley, Taeith and… Kilorn, it looked like. Anxiety surged again in Abram’s gut; if this turned ugly, he did not want Riley or Taeith involved. Kilorn, perhaps, would be useful, but only if blood was destined to be spilled on the sand. Abram prayed fervently that such was not the case.
“Osprey,” he murmured, but the Sultan had already turned as well, cocked a wary ear in the direction of the interlopers. He rustled his good wing in agitation, then sighed.
“You may as well join us,” Osprey called resignedly, hoping to Alya they were unarmed. His gaze then returned to Iscah.
“Do not presume, child, to speak about my herd, as if you understand it or can affect it. Not when you’ve so clearly failed to retain any of the life you led here. Now. I repeat, as one must sometimes to children: if you are here for us to continue to turn over vagabonds or any other equine, it shall not be happening, and you can take that back to your,” and Osprey hesitated, oh so delicately, “King.”
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Post by Bootless-Box on Jan 15, 2017 12:51:15 GMT -6
◇ KILORN ◇
iron Hoof | stallion | he/him
- His mouth worked in circles quietly as he ground his teeth irritably and he glared upon the shiny buffoons opposing his family. His herd. Kilorn's eyes spoke of green flames, once again wanting it to consume it's own people. Those of the fire nation should burn and flee to their own continent under the wrath of Alya. The piercing gaze of his narrowed on the slave and his heart burned, aching his chest, no wind could calm it. How could this slave, someone whose only right is the bridle shoved upon their teeth, protect such a vile system, her keepers? It made no sense. To protect someone willing to not only hold oneself captive, but a child! A child born on another's land no less. He shook his mane out, some falling over his right eye, absently he pushed it away, the only tell of his doing so was the green tint to his telekinesis. It blinked around his dark mane and flashed away almost as soon as it appeared. A metallic ring pierced his attention from Cael to the red eyed Aodhian. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he almost jumped the gun, thinking Beyond to be pulling the sword out of the sheath. Two quick steps were taken before he stilled, letting out a strong breath, irritated, but glad there was no blood among their hooves yet.
- After the shift of weapons and the palomino asking for the Lady to move back, his eyes remained narrowed upon the red eyes of Beyond. Her every move scrutinized, if she so much as unsheathed that blade an inch, the tall stallion would charge from his hiding spot, which although it seemed had been found out, he remained in for now. The words of the kind Taeith made a wind stir in his heart, calming some of his blazing rage to focus on their position. If they made a sudden move, fleeing or moving forward too soon, it could cause unneeded bloodshed. Ki's very presence in their small group meant he was the most trained for combat, and although Riley had spunk, she would not be able to hold her own for long. He could see her becoming a wonderful warrior, but for now she was all bark and no bite in his eyes. And Taeith seemed to not want a fight, which he definitely understood. If anyone here deserved the title of Lady, it was probably her. Lastly he knew the least of the quiet stallion Kobe, who had come with them, but Ki's logic marked him as needing protection as well. Not because he was shorter or a fish horse, but simply because of the unknowns. If it could not be assumed, do not assume it. So he knew they could not make a sudden movement yet, especially Riley. He knew she wanted to cause them the pain they caused us but, she could not, he would not let her blood be shed when the only one who deserved to was those carrying weapons. One of ki's ears was turned to Taeith but he did not remove his eyes from Beyond.
- "I know they smelled us, but they've no clue who, how many, or if we are carrying weapons, so they are willing to harm us at any sudden movement." He quickly and quietly informed, very focused on their choices, much like it was a life or death game of chess. Before he could suggest staying put or moving very calmly, Riley boldly gave them two options that could start a fight. "No, no. Not ye-" Ki's argument was cut short again, as Osprey spoke, immediately silencing Kilorn, mid -sentence. Pride rose in him a bit as Osprey calmly set his values down. Their values. We will not forget. History will not repeat. It quickly turned to some shame, for being called out, and for disobeying. Quickly, he discarded it. He had to focus, to be practical. “You may as well join us,” Osprey's words had his hear pumping. They were still between a rock and a hard place. Ki's head lowered and he moved in front, to lead them. "Please, for your sake, do not charge, and let Osprey talk. I do not wish for any of you to be harmed." The advice was simply that, a cautionary whisper before his head lifted to glare upon the Aodhians, his eyes had only flickered briefly from Beyond the entire time, and the green eyes remained on her as he moved forward with strong steps, he hoped his scars disgusted them as much as their beliefs disgusted him. But that was rather improbable. His disgust ran deep, to the deepest core of his soul.
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(im trying to improve my writing hope its okay |'D)
(also, "But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked.")
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 15, 2017 23:54:30 GMT -6
Beyond
The sultans words were barely registered as Beyonds sharp eyes examined the place from which the scent wafted. Ayla seemed to have betrayed her own which made beyond want to laugh, she glanced at Osprey only for a moment to sneer at his pitiful attempt at replying to Iscahs wise words. He would sacrifice his entire herd, hundreds of lives, for one worthless vagabond colt with no meaning to anyone. This stallion was stupider than she could have believed, Aohd was always ready for war with hundreds of trained warriors filled with fire, and this time Serora would not be so lucky if they chose this fate. At least she knew he didn't have as warm a heart as he pretended, wishing death apon so many of his own. She knew her great king would never even think of allowing hundreds of his citizens to die for just one.
Her eyes sliced the air as they trained on the newcomers, she smiled, there were only four, and they were no reason to worry, two were obviously not even the slightest threat, the third seemed Angry, but would have no chance against Beyond. The fourth, now he was interesting, she smiled a cruel smile, he had tasted a little of Ignacios wrath it seemed from the burns that scarred his hide. Maybe he would be more wary about playing with fire. He seemed to be the only one who could pose some sort of challenge, but he was no bloodthirsty cultist pack intent on ripping out her heart.
She met his gaze with fire-filled eyes, his eyes were bright green she noted, and glued to her. It seemed someone may have noticed the fire growing inside her. The journey here had been tedious and now to be faced with this Beyond was growing edgier and more willing to strike at every word that fell from the Serorans mouths, her telekinetic grip tightening on her blade with every step the new comers made in their approach. A good chevalalier would protect their own at all costs, every Aohdian in her presence was a target of Beyonds protectiveness at the moment as she bristled further. But a good chevalier would not attack without reason, so she stood, still as stone, her burning gaze locked apon the new arrivals with no intent to attack, yet. These Serorans are truly playing with Fire, She thought coldly, if they are not careful they will be incinerated in Aohds flames...
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Post by Elphora on Jan 16, 2017 7:52:36 GMT -6
CARDINAL | Councillor | Serora
For just a moment, Cardinal felt the weight of his sovereign's morose eyes upon him, and felt the understanding pass between them. Osprey had made his decision. It was, the Councillor reflected, a decision that would cost them greatly in the time to come - But it was right in the way that so few things had been of late. For the first time since the terrible drought had begun, and perhaps even before then in the darkest of times when he had lost his wife and all that had held him to reason, the stallion felt a heavy certainty settle deep in his gut and still the apprehensions that had tormented him. In a way, it was a relief. By the scorn writ in Iscah's uncomprehending expression, he knew that the winds would one day bring the might of Aodh to their doorstep; For all its fury and its fire, that kingdom had never been known to suffer an insult lightly. But at last, the pious and generous masses who dwelt in Sedo under the reign of the Sultan could repair their wounded hearts and feel righteous once more. For this blessing alone, war seemed a fair price to pay. An observant sort, Cardinal noticed their eavesdroppers around the same time as his comrades. For a moment, his heart leaped with both joy and dread: It was as he had said, Osprey's people stood with him always. Though certainly, he'd meant it more metaphorically, and didn't wish to see any of them impaled just now on the end of the militant's knife! As his wine-red eyes passed over each in turn, the Councillor marked them to memory. They had disobeyed specific directives to stay away, yet he knew it was with only the best will at heart. It pained him to think of what a war would make of them; What it would make of all of them. Bowing his head to Osprey and Abram, the stallion attempted to catch Yeshua's eye - stay with the Sultan, he begged with his expression, though certainly it need not be said - before stepping slowly aside to where their unexpected onlookers were hesitantly approaching. "Come, stand by me," He called softly to the stallion that stood at the forefront of the group, though his gaze cast sternly over each in turn, lingering a moment on the young mare who seemed most eager for confrontation. He smiled, but it was a small, weary smile. "Let us not be an example of poor honor. It is the coward who first resorts to violence, even when faced by a foe."
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Post by leaftail on Jan 16, 2017 18:01:01 GMT -6
Taeith | Gatherer
One by one, the rest of the meeting party picked up on the small group. Tae watched as their ears swiveled back, and some glances came towards their way. Even Abram took a risk to look in their direction, and when he did that was that. At this point, it was known they had gone against the sultan’s wishes, and they really couldn’t get out of it. And, is if he had read her thoughts, Osprey called out to them.
’You may as well join us.’
Taeith felt her stomach twist with guilt as it seemed the decision that lay before them was made. Kilorn took the lead, as was expected, and she heard him whisper a quick warning. Don’t charge and let Osprey do that talking. As much as it was probably for Riley, Taeith couldn’t help but nod to show she understood. The gatherer wasn’t much of a fighter and even though she was blessed, she still was learning how to use her gift. She was, also, probably the least experienced here when it came to combat, regardless of the basic training she got as a foal. She could feel the stares as she followed the iron hoof out from hiding, though they went from her as quickly as she looked back. They weren’t interested in a lowly gatherer. Kilorn was the one they had to keep an eye on.
As they approached, Osprey addressed Iscah and the others once more. He sounded as if he was scolding Iscah, as if she were one of his kin. Like a child who hadn’t been paying attention during lessons. Taeith wondered if the unicorn mare would feel any sting from his words, but she couldn’t look to read her expression as Cardinal beckoned them over to stand near him. The guilt came back as his gaze washed over each of them, and she couldn’t help but glance away. She took a place at the back of the group, just behind the others.
Tae glanced up at the sky and took a deep breath. May Alya protect them.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 16, 2017 18:47:40 GMT -6
Alyx | Aodh Chevalier
Shifting her gaze from the source of the scent, the aging mare let her eyes fall upon Beyond who simply was being a little to eager to slice through others- and this was coming from someone who wouldn't hesitate to take a life, "Beyond," Her words leave her lips quietly, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. Praying that she didn't sound like a mother scolding her child, Alyx cocked an eyebrow up at her and nodded to the blade that was practically itching to be drawn from the leather sheathe. It was all good and well that she was prepared to protect the Emissary at all cost, but they simply couldn't make Iscah's job worse.
She simply was not here to play peace-keeper, but there was a time and place for weapons to be drawn. And although this little eavesdroppers were unwelcomed, the lot of them seemed unfit to take down the trained militants. Letting her gaze remain on Beyond for just a few more seconds, before turning to address those who had just let the safety of their hiding spots, and albeit no words had to be spoken, it was clear as she shot up her eyebrow up wonder that she had already managed to size them up within a few seconds.
She barely even paid much attention to the words of the Sultan and his companions; their words were politics something she cared so little about at this moment. Simply because she was not here to discuss such matters, she was here to protect and preserve- the keep any harm from falling upon the Emissary's head- she wouldn't stand for it, even if one little hair was knocked out of place. No, politics were not something she cared about, and she probably never would for the remainder of her life. Right now all she cared about was these Serorans who had the nerves to interrupt a meeting between the Lady and the Sultan. She viewed it as some ploy to get the Chevaliers off gaud, and she almost scoffed at the idea as she gave them all a one over, and decided she had nothing to worry about.
Except maybe for the one who had gotten a little to close to flames. Feeling a smirk dance on her lips, she gave a small grunt, it seemed these Serorans were already accustomed to playing with fire.
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Jan 19, 2017 14:14:53 GMT -6
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