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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:01:21 GMT -6
Coming Home
Muiris | Mateo
War-Colt | Gaybies
Y1700: Muiris waits for Mateo to come home from Aodh in their usual meeting spot, but this time something seems a little.. off
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:02:35 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
 Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The stallion had been waiting anxiously for the letter Mateo always sent before she came home. She had been gone longer than he expected, and was starting to miss his friend.. even getting a little worried. It was rare for her not to check in, so his nerves seemed to be shooting through the roof when the letter finally arrived at his tent, delivered by none other than his friend's bird companion. He picked the letter off the ground, breaking the seal carefully before quickly unfolding the paper. He held a soft smile on his lips as he scanned his friend's delicate handwriting.
However, his face started to fall as he carefully read the words.
While the wording was brief, it held a certain tone that worried him. It didnt have the usual excitement that his best friend normally had when she was coming home. It held a heavy, sad tone, explaining that she had something important to tell him when she returned. His heart seemed to drop at the thought, worry forming in the back of his mind.
His nose wrinkled as he stuffed the letter back in his tent, turning to trot toward their usual meeting place. It was a chilly day, despite there not being too much snow on the ground. The wind had picked up, sending chills through the large stallion’s bones. His tied mane clung to his neck as he sought out his favorite little foothill, plopping down and curling up behind rising boulders in order to block the biting wind. He tucked his hooves against his chest and stomach, leaning back against the smooth rock and turning his soft gaze toward the War Lord’s Road, waiting to catch that first glimpse of his dappled friend as she came over the horizon.
He carefully chewed on his lip, anxiety rising in the back of his mind. He really hoped she was okay. |
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 26, 2016 23:59:08 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. The letter had indeed been written hastily, as he mind was on other things during the time she wrote it. She had honestly been surprised that she’d managed to keep the letter free of tears, but was glad for it; as such stains would’ve been suspicious to her old friend and would’ve no doubt caused him more worry than the brief letter. Thinking back on it now, perhaps the abruptness of her words wasn’t the best idea, as it would no doubt tip him off that something was amiss in her life. It couldn’t be changed now, as her bird has already delivered the note to his home.
Mateo made her way carefully along the War Lord’s road towards home, her pace slow and for the most part relaxed. Her head was held low, that long mane dragging along the ground, the black strands dirty and entangled with debris gathered from the road. She certainly looked a mess, disheveled being a kind way of putting her current appearance. It was unusual for her to arrive home in such a state, as she generally made efforts to appear well kempt just in case she should have to relay news to her superiors upon arrival.
Her gaze lifted from the ground as she approached the meeting spot, the smooth rocks jutting out from the little foothill and providing those around with shelter from the biting wind. From where she was, she could faintly make out the shape of her friend, in his usual spot, waiting for her as he often would when she sent word of her approach. She stopped and forced a strained smile upon her face, straightening her posture.
Everything was fine, she was fine...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 23:59:59 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The soothing breeze danced around the stallion, the sun warming his boulder and tickling his coat. His long hair played against his neck, his eyes blinking slower and slower as time passed. His head bobbed as he started to drift off to sleep, staying awake just enough to flick his ears every now and then to pay attention to what was around him. It was then that they caught the sound of hoofsteps in the distance, pricked forward as he shook the sleep out of his mind. He slowly opened his dark amber eyes, a dumb smile present on his lips as he peered down the path.
He pulled himself to his hooves just as she stopped before him.
Silence lingered between them, the wind howling in the distance. The stallion’s expression had been excited, relieved even, but his breath stopped dead in his throat and eyes narrowed with suspicion as he looked toward his friend. He could tell her smile and posture were forced. He could see the fake joy in her eyes, and her lips strained with her wavering smile. She might have been pretending everything was fine, but he knew her better than she gave him credit for. Everything was not fine.
He took careful steps toward her, stopping only a few steps away and reached out to brush her messy forelock from her tired blue eyes. She looked like shit. Her mane and tail were matted, her coat dirty and misplaced. She never came home looking like this.. this only gave him more reason to worry.
“Whats wrong, Mateo?” He finally asked with a frown on his face and concern in his gaze. |
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 6, 2017 17:32:01 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. She wasn’t really sure why she had tried to fool him, Muiris had known her since she was very small and it was nearly impossible to hide anything from him. As he approached, his careful steps closing the distance until the two stood not much more than a breath apart, she let out a sigh and relaxed the forced posture she’d adopted only moments before. The mare’s tired eyes closed a moment as he brushed the mess of forelock from them, clinging to the subtle show of affection that she so desperately needed then and there.
“Mui... I messed up.” She mumbled her reply, diverting her gaze way from his as she mulled over how to explain to her longtime friend. They were indeed that, longtime friends, he knew her better than probably anyone at this point, but still she was worried. The news she’d brought wasn’t good, it was shameful really and she wasn’t sure how to explain it. Matty wasn’t really one to break rules, so the circumstances surrounding her return were quite unusual. “Is it safe to talk here? I don’t really need anyone else to know yet...” The ambassador asked. Santiago’s call echoed nearby as the bird had no doubt ventured off to find something tasty to eat.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 18:20:39 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" He held his own breath as she sighed, watching as she nearly melted before him at his touch. His ears flicked forward as she mumbled, nearly missing her words completely. His hooves shuffled across the ground as she admitted that she had messed up, his ears twisting to the side. He knew she wasnt one to break the rules or one to make mistakes in general, so he could only imagine how much this - whatever it was - was eating her up.
"We all make mistakes, Matty." He replied softly as she turned her gaze away from his, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as he dipped his head ever so slightly to try to catch her attention. He had known her long enough that they could tell each other anything, no matter what the problem was. She had been there for him more times than he could count.. now it was his turn.
His ears flicked ever so slightly as she asked if they were safe, confusion crossing his gaze ever so slightly as he picked up his head and glanced over his shoulder. He didnt think anyone had followed him, not that they would have a reason for it anyways.
"Yes, its just you and me." He replied with a soft nod. "Would you be more comfortable if we went back to my camp? Its not too far from here.." His lips pressed together as he tried a forced smile, hoping to help comfort her a little bit. If he could take all her pain onto his own shoulders, he would do it in a heartbeat. |
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 6, 2017 21:39:57 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. She didn’t appear to be comforted by his reply. Yes, they all made mistakes, but most people only made little mistakes. As far as Matty was concerned, this was a pretty big mistake, at least right now it was. Her ears flicked and ultimately would fold themselves tightly back against her skull as she swung out away from him towards the bolder beneath which the two had spent many a day talking and chatting. It wasn’t on the main path and so despite her earlier question she felt pretty confident that the two of them would be alone for her to spill her guts to him.
She moved quickly and decisively and plopped herself down in the grass beneath the large rock where she would wait for him to join her. Once he did, she would at last confide her news. Her expression grew serious, brows furrowed as it appeared as though she was searching for the right words, the right explanation. What would he think of her? Would he be happy? Scold her? She wasn’t sure, but he was her closest friend and at the moment he was the only one she felt confident enough in revealing the information to.
“So... you remember when you met me?” She started, calling to mind that one instance somewhere in Onea when the two had stumbled upon each other. She had been in a predicament, her traveling partner gone, and having suffered a miscarriage due to her age, she was a mess then, too, and he had just been out patrolling, doing his job, when he happened upon the miserable mess of a mare. “I told you I had lost my partner... that he had disappeared? Well... I found him again... In Valore.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 21:59:49 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" The stallion frowned as she ducked away from him, silence falling between the two as she shuffled away to lay down beneath the boulder on a patch of grass. Muiris lingered in his spot for a moment, simply watching her and studying her features.. simply attempting to get a better read on his friend. Her face grew serious as he finally stepped forward, crawling under the boulder and laying down across from her, tucking his back legs against his stomach and pressing his front into the soft grass. He could tell she was thinking, her brow furrowed in deep thought, so he kept his lips pressed together and gaze trained toward the grass as if not to pressure her. She would speak in her own time, and he would be here to listen.
It was then when she spoke that he pulled his gaze up and flicked his ears in her direction. He nodded slowly as she asked if he remembered her partner. No, he didnt remember her name, but he remembered how fondly his friend had always spoken of him and how heartbroken she had been when they had been separated. It was ridiculous how much of a mess she had been in when Muiris had first found her, but he had been in no place to judge at the time. He was just as much of a mess in his own way. She had been lucky that he had been the one out on patrol; any other would kick out any straggling vagabond they came across.
His eyes lit up with curiosity as she mentioned she had found her partner, however, a small glimmer of hope tickling the back of his mind. He quickly snuffed it out, however, as he was sure the news would not be good. Why would she have such a heavy tone when speaking of something that should be joyful? He shifted softly against the grass, leaning up against the side of the boulder.
"You did?" He asked softly, prompting her to continue with a small nod of his head. |
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Post by Gaybies on Apr 29, 2017 19:23:58 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. Matty nodded and turned her attention briefly to the soft grass upon which she lay, absently pulling at a few of the longer emerald stands with her lips as she thought of the words to explain what exactly had transpired in the months prior to her return. When at last she had sorted the story out in her mind she began with a sigh.
“I did, I found him quite by accident one day while I was attending one of those Aodhian parties, you know the ones that I write to you about? The crazy flashes of wealth that... well, anyway. He was a pitfighter, Mui, a slave to Valore. Apparently, it was a party thrown by his master’s friend so he was there to be on display, pitfighters are kind of like celebrities there...” She paused, looking to gauge his reaction to the news, it wasn’t all that surprising yet and she knew her friend wasn’t really one to judge her, not really... still she wasn’t sure how to continue.
After a pause, though, and with a look to the sky where her eagle, bloody thing that he was, was twirling about, she would indeed continue. “Well, we reunited and made a plan for him to escape. I was going to bring him back here where he’d be... relatively safe? Unfortunately, our plan ended in disaster, he didn’t make it out of the gates, they killed him for trying to escape.” Her tone held the sorrow there and it was painfully evident in her voice just how much the poor slave had meant to her, after all he was her first love.
The death of her love wasn’t the worst of it all though; she held that last little secret still close and waited to see Mui’s reaction to her news before she revealed the rest to him. Still, she couldn’t quite help herself and gingerly pressed her nose to her own flank where the little one was growing quickly, she wasn’t a rollypolly potato yet, but it wouldn’t be very long.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 19:36:04 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" He waited patiently for her to speak, though he couldnt help but feel nervous. He remembered all the letters she sent, explaining her time in Aodh. He remembered his own trips there with his mother when he was young. He remembered how those of Valore only cared for wealth and pleasure, their greed ruling their lives. Just the thought of it put a sour taste in his mouth. He was not a fan of Aodh, even though his mother claimed it was her second home.
He sighed softly as she mentioned the pit fighters, slaves to those who held higher positions. That was what disgusted him the most. Slavery. He tried his best to not judge his friend; it was her job, after all.
It was then that she spoke the words of her love's death, and he found his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened ever so slightly, his muscles tensing. Death was something that he was not good at. His father had died. He had seen many die in combat. He understood the sorrows, but also the necessity. Slowly, he shuffled his massive form across the grassy ground and wrapped his friend in a hug, pressing his head into the side of her neck.
Finally releasing the breath he hadnt noticed he was holding, the stallion mumbled softly under his breath, "Im sorry, Mateo." He pulled away and dipped his own gaze down to hers, hoping to gauge her reaction. "At least you were able to see him one more time." |
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 2, 2017 20:34:26 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. Mateo was rather glad when her friend closed the distance between them and wrapped her in a hug, the simple sign of affection and support meant the world to her. This was why Mui was her best friend, the two of them knew each other like the back of their hooves, and knew just what to do to make the other feel better. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt herself squeeze tightly to him, burying her face in that mess of mane that he so often kept tied. She resisted the urge to follow him as he pulled back, not quite done with the hug as she still wrestled with the final bit of news she had for him.
“Yes... I suppose that was fortunate in some respects.” She replied as her gaze came up to meet his once more. “Mui, I’m going to be a mom...”
Matty had forced the words, knowing very well that if she didn’t tell him now, well, he would find out about it when she showed back up round as a hay bale or, worse, had the little thing by her side. “Children of slaves are made slaves as well in Valore, so you have to keep my secret. You will, won’t you, Mui?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 21:20:38 GMT -6
M U I R I S
❅War-Forged Raider❅
"You Fate whispers to the Warrior
"You cannot withstand the Storm"
the Warrior whispers back
"I am the Storm" “Mui, I’m going to be a mom...”
The moment those words left her lips, Muiris, once again, found himself stunned. He took in a deep breath and held it. His mind started spinning, a smile forming on his dark lips. While this was a somber topic, he couldnt stop himself from practically beaming. He had been so lost in his own mind, that he almost missed Mateo's next words.
"O-of course i will." He finally blurted, his words a jumble as he tried to tame the large grin on his features. He took a moment to regain his composure before shifting slightly against his hooves. "You have my word, Matty, both you and the kid will be safe if I have anything to do with it." He added, his tone returning to a more serious one and his brow furrowing ever so slightly. He knew how the herd was; just a hint that the child was born from a slave would have it shipped right back, he was sure of it. They did not have time to take care of a child who had a "place" elsewhere.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 2, 2017 21:38:33 GMT -6
M A T E O☼War-Forged Ambassador☼ Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once. And yet again, he reaffirmed to her why he was her very best friend. She could see it in his expression, the excitement, the nervousness, that fierce resolve to keep his word and keep both of them safe. It made her feel better, that much was certain. The mare pushed herself up from where she’d been lingering, giving in to the urge to shake as her figure righted itself and she was once more found on her hooves.
“I knew you’d say something like that, Mui. I’m glad I’ve got you, I don’t know what I’d do if I had to deal with this whole mess all by my lonesome.” Matty chuckled, offering him a smile that belied her inner turmoil. Oh yes, she was going to be a mom and a mom to a slave’s child at that. She wondered how having the foal would affect her status in the herd, how she would manage being the Ambassador to Aodh with a tiny colt or filly at her side. It couldn’t be that difficult, so many citizens of Aodh had tons of children and they seemed to do just fine. Still, she could tell then and there that she would no doubt be fiercely protective of the foal and its secret. It was a good thing Mui was there, at the very least if she had to steal the child away she’d have somewhere to take him.
“I’m kind of excited, Mui... at least I get to keep a little bit of Ze’ev with me, you know? We’ll just have to keep our wits about us and make sure his or her secret is kept under lock and key... they’ll grow up just fine.” At this point, it sounded more like Matty was reassuring herself than actually having a conversation with Mui, still, she offered him a smile and moved to give her friend once last hug. “I really do have to get back to Valore before it’s born... I’d rather have him there and surprise the herd than start showing while I’m home. Thanks, Mui, for meeting me. I’ll have Santi bring you more letters as the babe gets closer, how’s that?” With that, the Ambassador would bid her friend a quick goodbye and start the long walk back to Valore.
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