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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 3, 2016 21:29:56 GMT -6
Three days in, and it hadn't yet stopped raining. Thaumas would've taken to the weather more kindly if he'd been able to use the waterways to travel, perhaps, but as it were he was land-bound and fetlock-deep in mud. The clouds had formed over Cascade's southeastern seas, were pushed up and over Aquore by the easterly winds, and became trapped along Aquore's northern border by the Barrier Mountains. Try as it might, the wind just wasn't strong enough to lift Cascade's summer rains over those lofty peaks, and so the Wilds were soaking in the glory of their Mother. And Thaumas was fetlock-deep in mud. Still, it wasn't the worst patrol he'd ever been on. He was getting on in age, sure, and maybe the three Guardians he'd chosen to accompany him were going out of their way to make the mission run smoothly for their Defender, but they were also having extraordinary luck. All the old game trails they used for border patrols were intact (a blessing, especially after the spring thaws bringing even more moisture from the Barrier) and they'd yet to encounter any sharp-toothed fool reckless enough to attack the four of them. Apart from the rain making the footing fairly treacherous and generally dampening (pun absolutely intended) the spirit of the party, the mission was as pleasurable a way to reinforce his field skills as Thaumas could have hoped for. So far. words: 236 tags: fediarwoods notes: starting thread for thaumas and passoa from this plot! closed to other for now, except please feel free to hop in if your boy's a guardian! |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 4, 2016 13:21:42 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Angrily she pushed her ears against her neck, baring her teeth to one of the pesky monkeys that was sitting on one of the lowest branches of the skinny trees, warning them that if they came any closer she wasn't afraid to use the straight line of white teeth in her mouth. She was however -again- too late; one of them, from the complete other side, swung down and grabbed the little rucksack that hung down over her shoulder. Before she could turn and lash out at the monkey, the thing was already back up in the trees. She grumbled through her bared teeth, angry she wasn't able to climb the trees they were in. Oh, were they in for a treat if she would've had the ability to...
She was trying to calculate to find a way how she would get her stuff back, seeing how she could get them down, or how she could get herself up, when the monkeys seemed to be scared of by someone, or something, and made their way through the deck of trees above her. She furrowed her brow, turning her ears to find a reason for the monkeys to run. Once she did, she shot away from her place, just fast enough to not get caught by the two big paws that clawed at her. The brightly golden coat; the black round-shaped speckles; she didn't have to think before she knew that a jaguar mend one thing, and one thing only: Run.
She bursted forward as fast as her hooves could carry her, feeling how her hooves slipped on the muddy ground beneath her hooves, but she knew she had to keep herself up and running; falling down would mean falling prey. She jumped the bigger rocks, bursted through the shallow waters, and tried to find one of the paths that lead out of the Wilds; out to someplace safe. She snorted through her widened nostrils, her thick, curly mane tucking on her neck. She could hear the Jaguar following her not that far behind; knowing the big cat was still following in her hoof prints. When she maneuvered herself past a bunch of trees and bursted upon one of the paths, her golden eyes spotted a massive muscled stallion that was making his way over the path. She was headed straight for him, but she didn't wanted her body to crash into his. So she slipped her hooves deep in the mud, sliding upon her butt and shoving herself past him, just missing him by a hair. ''Jaguar!'' she squeaked as she quickly made herself come back upon her hooves and ready to run again, panic shooting through her golden eyes. She was used to run into predators, but she had never really encountered more than just a small one she could somewhat fight off. But this - this was not something she could fight off.
[Word Count: 487 | Post 1]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 4, 2016 16:50:27 GMT -6
"On your guard," Thaumas murmured to his Guardians, even though they could hear the noise just as well as he could and were already shifting their weight onto their hinds. Battle-ready.To be fair, it sounded at first like any other jungle hunt they'd been privy to (but not victims of, obviously). Monkey shrieks rent the air, sounding the alarm through the tops of trees swaying under the weight of the commotion. The crunch and whip of snapping foliage grew louder and closer. Something was headed straight for them. "STARS -- fucking aligned -- !" Came the curse from Thaumas's lips, spat in a hot burst of air from his lungs like the instinct to breathe. She careened around him just in the nick of time as he threw his head up and danced a half-step further out of her way. "Sir!" One of his Guardians closed the space between Thaumas and the mare; the other two were ready just behind her on the narrow little game trail. Thaumas's teal eyes flashed dark as her cry materialized, and in the span of a single breath there came a great ripping sound as the cat screamed its frustration. It faltered for a moment upon realizing it was now outnumbered five-to-one by animals larger than it by much and with stakes higher than its own by much, but to its credit, it did not immediately retire. Thaumas met it head-on. He was soon atop it, and its claws reached for the sides of his massive neck in a halfhearted attempt to attack and defend at the same time. It only took one sweeping kick from Thaumas's thick forelegs to knock her loose and change her mind entirely. One is dinner; five are death."Sir, are you alright?" "Yes," Thaumas answered his Guardian, unable to feel little trickles of blood working down his neck in all the eternal rain. The other two were still near the mare, but he couldn't hear what they might be discussing. To rectify this, he cast one last look over his shoulder at the place where the cat disappeared, and made his way towards the rest of his party. words: 360 tags: fediarwoods notes: lmao! she's hilarious, i love that entrance. xD |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 5, 2016 6:42:16 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her entrance might've not been the most elegant; it surely seemed to be effective, so had her run to safety been. She snorted through her widened nostrils, that vibrated in fear, and because of the adrenaline that ran through her veins. As soon as she managed to get herself upon four hooves again, the biggest of the four stallions had thrown itself towards the jaguar, and she was turning on her hind legs to -again- make a run for it. Little did she know that two of the four stallions were standing right behind her. She almost bumped up against one, before she realized that staying might be a better option for now, even though her instinct told her to run. ''I'll just... stay here than,'' she murmured through her breath. One of the big stallions just looked down at her for a second, before returning his stare to the biggest stallion of them all. She snorted somewhat stressed by the fact that the two of them were standing there, blocking her way, and the fact that the cat was on the other side a little further off. She hadn't time to think, though; her attention was soon enough caught again by the scream of the jaguar, turning her head just in time to see the speckled cat make a run for it after a full blown hit of the large stallion's big hooves. She swallowed the breath she'd been holding realizing what exactly she'd run into. Guards.
She had the feeling she could finally breath again now that the cat had been scared off, but in return she got to deal with four of these massive Guards, one being even bigger than the other. She felt a bit shaken by the fact that only one single stallion fought the beast off, returning with the stripes of the cat's claws running over his thick neck. She swiveled her ears around, looking from one Guard to the other. She charmed a smile upon her dark muzzle, ignoring the rain that dripped upon her back, washing part of the mud -that she was almost covered in from tip to toe- off of her curly coat. ''Might be a blessing after all I ran into you guys,'' she said, trying to take a bit of the tense atmosphere away, but she was afraid that that atmosphere would stay until she'd clarified things. But how the hell would she be doing that? How could one explain, a small curly mare like she was, what the hell she was doing all alone in the jungle, in this incredible rainy weather? She had to, though, somehow, because she knew the question would be asked. ''You were lucky,'' one of the Guards that stood behind her said, but she didn't looked over her shoulder to him, she only swiveled an ear back towards him. ''Maybe I was,'' she replied softly, almost in a whisper, her thoughts pondering through her head, trying to find good answers. With her golden eyes she stared towards the massive, roaning stallion with the blood dripping from his muscled neck, that was now coming their way. How the hell did she manage to run from one problem, into four more?
[Word Count: 540 | Post 2] [What can I say, panic makes for dramatic entries, and that's one she's good at, haha!]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 5, 2016 13:20:22 GMT -6
It wasn't the first time he'd met civilians on an official campaign, and unless he never took another one it likely wouldn't be the last time, either. Still, Thaumas had a funny tickle on the underside of his spine that suggested perhaps this particular encounter would not be so easily forgotten as the others. She was smaller than him by plenty, and smaller than his Guards by a fair bit as well. Her hair was luxuriously out of place this far away from Talori civilization, and more than that, there was an unspoken note in her expression that Thaumas couldn't quite take the meaning of. He looked away from her for a moment as the bay Guardian on his left shoulder spoke up. "Sir, shall I..?" He flicked his eyes towards the jaguar's trail to finish the sentiment. Thaumas nodded. "At least until the racket dies down," he replied, referring to the canopy cacophony still at full volume. The bay therefore remained on the fringe of the group, keeping lookout over the trail they'd need to follow shortly. Thaumas edged past him, making for the rest of his party. He drew near enough to hear the greying mare speak, and when she did, he couldn't help but lift his voice in reply. "What else would you call it, madam?" words: 219 tags: fediarwoods notes: exactly! reminds me a little of the action choreography in POTC. xD |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 5, 2016 14:12:01 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She noticed how the bay Guard of the four stayed, after a short conversation with the massive stallion, on watch, keeping an eye out for any danger coming their way. Now that the jaguar had dissapeared, however, the attention had shifted from the big predator cat, to her in mud covered self. She turned her ears backwards for a moment, but when the stallion came closer she turned them back forward again; knowing that anything she said and did now, had to be pretty good if she wanted to stay out of any more problem. They'd better not found out about her profession.
Oh, how she would be kissing the stinky feet of those pesky monkeys now if she could. If it wasn't for them snatching her goods away, the stuff had probably still been hanging over her shoulder in her little rucksack. Her valuable stones, a few stoned starfish, and even some cotton wool. How would she be explaining that? She probably couldn't have, trying to charm and flirt her way out of it. Just like she would be trying now.
She charmed the smile back upon her dark muzzle, looking at the big, spotted stallion with her piercing golden eyes, her dark lashes keeping her curls out of her sight. It was only know she noticed the blue-grey fins that were attached to his neck and the backsides of his legs. He was a massive stallion; that she'd already seen, but it was the first time she saw all the big scars scattered over his body. She had a ringing feeling in her gut that this wasn't your regular Guard wander-party.
Softly swinging her tail (that tucked through the same mud her hooves were fetlock-deep standing in), she set a step forward so that the Guards that were blocking her way behind her weren't standing so close anymore. One Guard she could handle, two were a handful, but this was a challenge. A very big one at that. But she had just a feeling that if she could woo this big one, she could probably continue her way without any problem.
''I guess you could also call it good Guard-work, Sir,'' she said as she looked up at him from under her dark lashes, a bit of a playful tone in her voice. She couldn't really read him. He was quite a lot older than she was and from the extreme muscles controlling his body, she could say he probably was a devoted Guard. ''I probably would've ended up as cat food if you guys wouldn't have been walking your way here,'' she looked over her shoulder towards the Guards behind her, before looking back up at the large stallion's piercing blue eyes. ''I think I should thank you all for that,'' she said, curling her elegant neck a little so she dipped her head a bit lower as a sign of the same thank-you she spoke out to them.
[Word Count: 495 | Post 3]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 6, 2016 23:18:25 GMT -6
Such good-natured whimsy, from one who has just escaped the claws of that she-cat, thought Thaumas, meeting the mare's golden eyes with careful calculation swimming in his own. Then, the conclusion. This is not her first brush with death, nor does she presume that it will be her last.That's odd.It was an attitude he was not unaccustomed to seeing, necessarily, but it was generally found only in certain populations. The most prevalent group that came to mind were his own Guardians, of course; they encountered the threat of death or serious physical injury almost every day during a course of active duty. But she was obviously not one of his. Then, too, one must never discount the Agriculturalists: Thaumas knew plenty of Seekers with the same mettle as his own troops, and some with more. And then there were the Rogue class. Always suspicious, sometimes harmless, most times questionable in morality. But he knew not her face, and from the looks of it, neither did any of his Guards, so -- Benefit of the doubt."Thank your Emperor," he replied stoically, "who commands a constant vigilance on this northern border. Identification and purpose please, madam." Ever courteous, ever the gentleman, ever made of fucking stone. words: 207 tags: fediarwoods notes: so sorry for the late reply! i got a bit caught up in drawing ^^; |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 7, 2016 8:54:42 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
And you get that stick out of yir ass, sir. She had to do her uttermost best to not turn her ears against her skull and brawl out some offensive insult. She swiveled her ears around instead, pulling one of her hooves up out of the mud, to than only put it back again. If she had the choice she would've already been gone again, she knew she would probably outrun maybe one of them, because she knew the little short cuts in the forrest, but from all four of them there would probably be at least one of them that would run in on her and back her down to the ground. And than she had something to complain.
She snorted softly, trying to calm herself in the back of her mind. But all she let him read from her eyes was politeness; just like the smile upon her dark muzzle. ''But of course, sir,'' she said, looking from him to the Guard behind him, that kept a close eye on his surroundings. They were all so professional, so driven to do their jobs as perfect as they could. Oh, how she hated this type of Guards. Where she could work around or through those young, just starting Guards, there was no way of working with these stone cold robots.
A playful bow she made in front of him, swinging her tail once more, dragging it to the mud as she did, before lifting her head back up to look him back in the eye. ''My name is Passoa,'' the one thing that was no lie. Good thing she always pronounced herself as Trouble on the black market; having a name to be used on both sides of this universe was not something that came in handy in these kind of situations. A double name, however, could be your rescue. ''I was just making my way to find some rare flowers. Y'know, some of those that only grow up high against the tree's bark and only in the heart of the jungle? My mom needs them for her potions,'' she said, swinging her tail, a smile on her muzzle. ''When I finally found some of the flowers that grow there, the monkey's eyes caught me and they made so much noise that lured the cat near. And well... than I bumped into you,'' she said, her face going from a tad bit worried -to go along with the story, of course-, to again charming a smile upon her muzzle. ''I hoped you guys could help me find my way out of the jungle. I got a bit lost during the run.'' She blinked up to him, her golden eyes hopeful and friendly.
[Word Count: 458 | Post 4][Oh god I so much love playing her this way. B) No worries hun! <3 Thaumas is such a stone cold bitch hahaha]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 7, 2016 11:45:00 GMT -6
So the question here is: whether or not he believes her, what is he going to do about it? Averting his resources now to arrest a single rogue agent is a waste of the same, unless that agent is some sort of kingpin. But he's never heard of her, and he would have if she was, so she isn't. Verdict? Waste of fucking time, he decides. Hers was an odd story, especially for one who doesn't introduce herself with a professional reason to be tempting death so far from home and helping hooves, but the keen gleam in her eyes refused to let him believe even for an instant that she was some sort of moron with regards to the folly of her quest. It is at this point that, with a quick, rolling glance at each of the Guardians still opposite her on the trail, Thaumas conveyed silently his intent that they abide by that longest and oldest of Talori traditions: ignoring questionable behavior in the endeavor to appear to have one's nation's shit together. Or something like that. "We are at your service," Thaumas told her, just as the rain picked up again. He could feel fatter droplets falling from the thick canopy overhead, and squinted against the damp. His tone was polite again, as always, but nearly devoid of emotion. When he made the decision to ignore her circumstance, he'd filed away her presence as a minor inconvenience and turned his mind to more important things -- like the deepening mud, the ever-present rain, and the fact that they were on the side of a mountain not unknown to lose its earth in this weather. "Best be moving along," he noted, more for the benefit of his Guardians than for hers. With a low grunt and a jerk of his head to indicate direction, Thaumas turned his back on Passoa and the two Guardians bringing up the rear, and set off to the west along the patchy, barely-there game trail to rendezvous with his lookout. words: 338 tags: fediarwoods notes: awww no! D: haha he's supposed to be kind of granite-esque, but "bitch" isn't exactly the sentiment i was going for. :'D |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 9, 2016 12:53:41 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She felt a bit of tension inside her gut, but the glance in her eyes and the look on her face said nothing more than curiosity. Even though she knew damn well that he and his sharp blue eyes would probably see a little more than she thought he was seeing. Maybe he saw that she was lying; that her little telling of a tale was just her fantasy helping her a hand out, but maybe he saw more than that. Maybe he could see she wasn't a young mare still helping out her mother with her work; maybe he even knew what she was trying to hide. And than she could have a problem that would be tugging along for quite a while.
It wasn't until he shifted his eyes from her to the guards, and gave them a nudge of his head to show them they were moving on. She felt the tension falling from her shoulders and she could finally let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. That was close, she thought to herself, following the large stallion with her golden eyes. She could feel the rain above them pick up again, the drops getting bigger the longer they fell down. She could feel them trickle down her curly coat, that the moment it got wet felt like it would poof up even more than it already did when it was dry. She ignored it; she had other things bothering her head at the moment.
Getting arrested wasn't one of them anymore; even if the stallion had figured out she hadn't been busy with legal things, but with illegal things, for that matter, than he hadn't got the motivation to pick her up from the streets and lock her up. Why would he even? Rogues were somewhat tolerated among the Talori's, even though they were frowned upon. As long as you kept your business quiet, no one would be saying something 'bout it. That was probably partially because some of the Talori folk had given them the stamp of being dangerous and well... staying at least one step away from them and not getting on their nerves was probably the least thing they would do.
She nodded at his words; luckily he'd excepted to let her travel with them; or let them guide her towards the last line of trees, there where the jungle would end.
She watched the stallions get back into movement again, but it wasn't until the large, slightly spotted stallion spoke up again, probably more against his Guards, than to her. She snorted softly, before she picked up the pace, staying close to the large stallion, since she felt he was the one in charge. And with that, it could come in handy for her to play a bit of nose picking.
She followed into his steps through the thick mud, feeling how the thick drops of rain felt on her curly back. ''If I may ask, what were you guys doing out here?'' She asked, a tone of curiosity in her voice. And that it was, purely, even though it could come in handy.
[Word Count: 528 | Post 5] [I'm sorry it took so long, sometimes writing block kicks in and I really need to kick myself to write something up D: ]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 10, 2016 12:44:27 GMT -6
Thaumas turned his head slightly to glance at her out of the corner of his left eye as she spoke, then shifted his gaze straight ahead again. He was silent for a moment, and didn't answer her immediately. He picked his word carefully, and when it left his lips it did so with a blunt sort of rush of air. "Surveillance." A task which we are now barred from carrying out, thought the stallion, thanks to you. Here they were travelling close together, all of them more or less in a straight line along the narrow, muddy, treacherous game trail like ducklings who'd lost their cute factor, but this wasn't how they normally traveled. High up in these mountains, so close to the northern border, Thaumas and his Guardians would have been within calling distance of each other, but no more, and silent. They could read the trees, even in this wet; they knew the wilds as they were forced to know it, and could patrol their Emperor's border like a school of hammerheads: you'd never know they were there until suddenly they're surrounding you, and you can't see the ocean for the fins. Now, with this most unlikely of charges, Thaumas's unit was stuck at least a day and a half or two days out from any slightest civilization in the most ambush-susceptible formation they ever assumed, and they couldn't break it because of this tiny, keen-eyed civilian. Thaumas breathed deeply, brushing aside the annoyance in favor of a half-breath's meditation. All in a day's work, he thought. It is an honor to lend aid to one of my kinsmen when she so desperately needs it. We will return late to Inaria, but He will understand, and She will praise us."Where shall we deposit her, Defender Anereus?" asked his vanguard, the bay lookout from before, calling over his shoulder to be heard by the parties behind him. Thaumas glanced at Passoa again, arching one brow as if to silently ask her, Well, madam?words: 335 tags: fediarwoods notes: so from where i figure they are, as i said IC i'm guesstimating they're at least a good ways off from the nearest town, but i'm 100% open as to how we end it. like if she wants to make a getaway, or if you want her to actually be escorted into town but we fast-forward through some of the journey, or not, or whatever -- i'll leave that up to you! (also i suppose we can plot on skype so :'D ) /dies |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 16, 2016 6:34:40 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her mind pondered for a moment when the question was asked. Not to her, but to the big stallion in front of her. She knew, however, that the question would be passed onto her by him, most definitely. So when it did, she had her answer ready.
''Somewhere near the villages would be good,'' she casted a charming smile on her dark muzzle as she looked forward to the big Guardian stallion. She wouldn't let them escort her into town, afraid that might bring her even more trouble than she found herself into now. Maybe the Talori folk that lived in the villages would recognize her from back in the days, when she was still young and lived among them. She still remember the days she stole food from one of the grumpy farmers, just for the sake of testing the boundaries that were set for her by the Cleric mare that tried raising her. If one of those farmers recognized her now more whitened face, she would hang.
Now that would be trouble. She watched the large stallion in front of her, and the other Guardian that walked in front of him again. It was some sort of hierarchy that tied the four of them together. A hierarchy that he, the big spotted stallion, stood in top of. What would he be? She'd heard of the top of the Guardians, how'd they call him? The Protector? The Defender? His name she did not now, but she had a feeling in her gut that this was no ordinary Guard. It was nice to finally meet him face to face, if his name was indeed tied to The oh so great Defender.
She snorted softly, slightly annoyed. It was as well a cursing as a blessing she'd run into them. But now was the question, how to get rid of them?
As more and more of the Wilds came by, the time felt to go by slower and slower. She'd lost the sense of how long they were walking, but the tired feeling of this damned mud they were walking through told her they'd been walking for far too long. The Guards weren't very talkative; probably too busy with their business; their job. She had to be busy with her job too, but there was no way she could do anything when they were still near. And now that she thought about it, they probably thought about it exact the same way, walking in line like they were a set of trains.
She softly snorted, letting her golden gaze wander the high trees above them; observing the way nature grew. They were getting closer to civilization and so she began to recognize more and more of the jungle around them. She knew were they were now, only maybe half an hour away from the rowdy but peaceful villages. Than maybe it was finally time for her to make her getaway.
''I think we're almost there,'' she said, slightly peeling her eyes as she looked through the high jungle trees. The villages were indeed coming in closer.
[Word Count: 517 | Post 6]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 17, 2016 1:09:45 GMT -6
The last two days had been absolute misery. Or, no; that wasn't fair. The last two days had been a fairly unwelcome reminder of his roots in the Talori defense program. It was like a nostalgia trip, except you're bound and gagged and thrown in the cargo hold of a ship, so it's still a trip in that you're physically moving location from one place to another, but rather involuntary in that the very moment you can involve the police and get back to where you were in the first place, you'll do that with a vengeance. She was a pleasant enough sort, Passoa, but Thaumas couldn't quite shake the feeling that everyone in the party was conforming to mere form and ignoring function. She wasn't picking rare flowers for her mother; what kind of story was that? But then what kind of fucking Defender would he be if he cared about each and every gods-damned offense within his Emperor's borders? At some point there has to be a bigger picture, and she didn't factor into that panorama at all. But it still scraped at his brain to know that there was more to her than met the eye, and more to her than he was allowed to know. And in a way, his own curiosity annoyed him all the more. But no matter! Because over the last half-day they'd made up much ground; the rain had finally stopped and they were able to move more freely through the stifling jungles of northern Aquore. "I'm inclined to agree with you, madam," said Thaumas on that verdant afternoon. They hadn't traveled single-file since the steepness of the mountains tapered off to more gradual slopes early this morning and several miles behind them, but he could still hear her quite accurately from his position at formation centre. And, too, even if he hadn't been inclined to agree, t'was long past time that his unit returned to their original objective and delivered this enigmatic maiden back into the safety of Talorian society. "Dax," he called, naming the lightest and fleetest of his three Guardsmen. "Will you escort the Lady Passoa to the nearest village?" It was phrased as a question, but it was a couched command. All that remained was for the lady in question to acquiesce, and he would take his two remaining Guardians back into the Wilds and rendezvous with Dax after the latter had fulfilled his task. words: 407 tags: fediarwoods notes: i'm a bit tipsy as i write this, so apologies for any inconsistencies arising from that :'D but hey, it's saturday, right? |
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 17, 2016 8:46:46 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She couldn't help but felt she was playing stupid for the last couple of days. She had to pretend she was a fragile young mare, had to pretend like she wasn't used to rumble through the jungle like she'd done when that big cat lady though Passoa was her dinner to be served. Most of her time was spend in the jungle, living with nature surrounding her. And now she had to act like she wasn't used to all that flora, to the big, heavy density the jungle called it's own. The air was humid and warm, it made your lungs act different; breath different. And she was fucking used to it. She lived in the jungle, for the Gods' sake, and now she had to pretend like she was on a little scavenger hunt.
For days. The hours crawled by and they felt so much longer than they'd actually been. And the only thing she'd become wiser about, was that the big stallion was probably The well spoken about Defender. Not like she could do anything with that; he was one of those high called horses she normally would avoid. He was one of those horses that would rather see her behind bars, wasn't it for the wonderful tradition of the Talori folk to ignore such behavior. In her eyes because of the simple reason that the Talori folk needed types like her. They brought them stuff they needed, traded stuff they not needed for stuff they needed desperately. Of course they had the Agriculturists too, but they couldn't get the stuff she could get. It weren't the Agriculturists that kept the wind in the sails of the ships. It were the Rogues. The pirates, the criminals.
She could feel the dense air softly knocking on her head - she knew she needed some fresh air. Or were it the Guards that were creeping up on her, sucking the oxygen out of her brain? She couldn't even tell anymore. But what she did know was that this was the well needed moment of escape. But just as she wanted to stay on the spot and make her getaway, the spotted stallion spoke up from his position in front of his Guards; to one of the smallest of the four. She turned her ears towards her neck for just a second, before she set up the charming face again. The gear in her mind turned like a maniac; finding a way she could escape this guidance into the village.
Could she decline? It would raise suspicion. But would it make more of it when it was already there? She peeled her golden eyes for a moment, looking at the spotted stallion as he gave the command towards the Guard. He knew damn well that she hadn't been out on a naive flower-hunt, he got more than enough capacity in this big brain of his to tie the ends together. In that case, it had indeed been the tradition that kept him from locking her up for a couple of nights.
With that thought up in her head, she just snorted slowly and nodded politely when The Defender looked back at her for consent. ''Thank you again for bringing me back to the villages,'' she said as she glanced back over at the three remaining Guards one last time, a certain glance in her golden eyes. It was as if she realized that this wouldn't be the last time she'd meet him. Somewhere in the future she would run into him again and when that moment came, she was heavily in disadvantage, for he knew what kind of missis she was. She swiveled her ears around before she turned her short, almost pony-like posture around to let the Guard accompany her back towards the village. The road was pretty short; just as the conversations were. For him a part of his job, for her a bargain she had to loose quickly. Just when they met the road that zig-zagged through the open lands towards the small cabin homes in the distance, she politely thanked the Guard, and took off on her own towards the villages, with the excuse she wouldn't want to keep him any longer from his job. To hopefully never meet this bunch again.
[Word Count: 717 | Post 7][Hahaha I know the feeling. Saturday nights are indeed good excuses B)]
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Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 17, 2016 14:32:29 GMT -6
"It was my pleasure, madam," he replied, and they both knew that it was at least in part a dirty, dirty lie. As he watched her make her way south, away from him and taking her trouble with her, Thaumas had the sort of nagging, itching feeling at the back of his brain that suggested this was not the last time he'd see the little maiden. It wouldn't have been such an out-of-place feeling had they met twenty-odd years ago when he was still a Guardian, out patrolling the streets more often than patrolling his maps and reports, but because it came now in the high noon of his career, Thaumas gave more notice to the notion than he ever would have before. It was an annoyance, a little stinging insect that wouldn't fly the fuck away. But that was all behind him now. Literally, because when Passoa departed with her Guardian on the last leg of her journey, Thaumas wasted no time directing his remaining Guardsmen to move out and move up the damned mountain again. She'd be in his notes when they returned to Inaria, for sure; a patrol of the northern border yielding suspicious activity, no matter how slight, was never insignificant. Even if it did sting a little. words: 212 tags: fediarwoods notes: just to push it over 6,000 words for the AP :D end thread here? i really enjoyed it! :D |
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