|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Jan 17, 2017 2:57:51 GMT -6
A blink of an eye. That was all it felt like. Madoka could not believe it had been six years already, six years. How had time slipped away from him so fast? It only felt like yesterday that he had first knocked the frail filly off her hooves and felt the unbearable sting of a jelly fish. Madoka had knocked the girl clean off her hooves and he'd been the one wreathing around in pain. Not the most pleasant of memories but it was one he now looked back upon with a rueful smile. He could never understand how such a tiny filly packed such a punch with her tentacles. It certainly hadn't been the last time he'd touched them either.
Drunken laughter erupted from beside him, a group of horses chatted excitedly, their voices getting louder as they fought to be the one to tell the story. Madoka resisted the urge to sigh, grabbed his glass of whiskey and shifted further down the bar, away from the annoying cacophony that made his insides clench and his ears flick back. He couldn't stand groups like them, they drove him nuts. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no way he could remain sober tonight, Madoka would have left long ago. He took another sip of his drink, feeling the satisfying burn as it went down his throat before downing the whole thing. If he was going to stumble back to his boat later that night, then he may as well do it right. He'd barely placed the glass on the bench when he called for the bartender. "Another one here," the tender poured him another one and he shook his head as they stopped half way, "all the way to the top." He ignored the look he recieved and nodded in satisfaction when it was high enough. "That's it. Perfect," he purred, already feeling a slight buzz from the alcohol.
Post 1
325 words
For War-Colt with Ciardha
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 19:25:14 GMT -6
 C I A R D H AIt was only on rare occasion that the councilor found himself in a pub. In fact, he detested drinking and everything that came with it. He hated the taste, how it could turn a smart man into a fool, how it made him feel in the morning, how it consumed the lives of the addicted.. But every now and then, he would give in. His mind would be reeling so much that he just wanted it to stop. He just wanted it to calm down. He just wanted some peace.
He stepped through the door, his royal blue eyes dilating as they adjusted to the dingy light of the bar. A few equine had paused their conversation to glance at him, but their low murmurs of conversation soon continued. A small smile found the stallion's lips as he made his way toward the bar, nodding to the bar tender who poured him a glass of hard pineapple cider, the only alcohol he would drink. Licking his lips, he caught the sliding glass with a soft blue hue of his telekinetic grip, pulling it close to him as he turned to find a place to sit. Normally, he would sit on his own, but a shout of drunken laughter pulled his attention to the other side of the bar.
First, he noticed the inebriated fool.
Then, he noticed a fellow sitting alone, his glass so full, it was almost spilling over.
The stallion's long ears stood on end as he watched the stranger for a few moments before his hooves carried him over. He seemed distressed - or at least, sad. Ciardha knew that feeling all too well. It was ten years after the death of his wife and he was still feeling it. Sure, the presence of his adopted daughter had helped take the edge off, but.. that sting in his heart never truly went away.
Setting his glass on the counter, he slid up beside the stranger, though kept a respectable distance. "Need a drinking buddy?" He asked quietly, his gaze fixated on his glass. He was never good at this.. "friend" thing, but it never hurt to try. He recognized the painful glint in this stranger's eye and couldnt bring himself to leave without trying to talk to him.
WC: 380 | Post #1 |
|
|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Jan 27, 2017 5:57:11 GMT -6
Madoka | Agriculturist
Madoka sipped at his beverage, trying to drown out the sounds of the bar with his own inner thoughts. It was beginning to work when someone close to him spoke, sliding in next to him at the bar. He slid his gaze across to the stranger, looking him over with a critical eye. The long white stripe was what drew Madoka's eye, leading down to two large fins that would mark the stallion a hippocampus. Sucking in a deep breath, he gave a mild shrug, returning his attention to his drink where he would eventually drown his own sorrows in. What a pitiful exsistence he lived nowadays. "Be my guest," Madoka said after an extended silence, realising it was perhaps a lost cause trying to fend off every Tom, Dick and Harry who tried to join him. Not that the loud group of equines that were still bothering him with their laughter had tried to join in with him. He would give them another hour before they could no longer handle their alcohol and would need to be escorted home. Madoka on the otherhand wouldn't feel the full effects of it until much later, he imagined. Alcohol was slow to have much effect on him but it did build up, he would be stumbling by midnight at least. Perhaps the road would be spinning when he finally headed for home, that was always...fun.
"So drinking buddy, what brings you here on this-" he paused and made it a point to look at the partying crew, "-exciting night." He rested his gaze on the maneless hippocampus with his fruity drink. Madoka didn't exactly care for what kind of alcohol he consumed these days, as long as it was hard and would give him the right kind of drunkedness he needed. Which was usually sad and miserable at best. "Besides this being the 'happening' place tonight." A half hearted smile slid across his lips, but it was gone as soon as he returned to his drink.
Post 2
380 words
Headshot by amariamieti
|
|
