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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 12:03:16 GMT -6
A Little Escapee
Eniah and Algren
What begins as a normal morning turns into chaotic escapade
when a pygmy goat escapes from the goat pen while Eniah is tending to them.
Desperate, he enlists the help of a fellow slave who is delivering items to
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 12:42:46 GMT -6
ENIAH
THE YOUNG ROYAL SERVANT
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The brand was still ebbing. Throbbing away at his right shoulder irritably. In order to help it heal, and to hide it from sight, the young slave colt had already covered the oversized, dragon-shaped monster of a blemish with gauze--though poorly taped due to his hasty handiwork. It had been at least a day now, yet the new brand continued to seethe into his skin and smell strongly of burnt flesh and hairs. When he first received, the smell was almost nauseating. Only now had it started to become bearable.
Deep down under his seemingly placid composure, Eniah was still sick with anger over the whole matter. His master said it was for the best, to keep everyone safe, and that it was the law, but Eniah could not disagree more. He never believed he might see freedom, or even that fate would give him the opportunity. Branding him and ensuring that fact was no surprise to him. But, it stripped away at his dignity, his pride--whatever remained of it, that is. Eniah had struggled to scrape it up after years of new scars. Each one took away his beauty, his elegance. This was a matter of appearances, and there was nothing more shameful than to decorate his right shoulder--the one devoid of any scars, than a burning, seething brand. A brand that he did not warrant. Another scar that he worked so hard to keep from getting.
Well, at least it was the latest of many. Eniah still had his cloak; it hung neatly on a hook just outside the pen, and that added some comfort to the attempts Ron was already making to quell the boy's emotions. At the very least, the colt had realized that his master was trying, perhaps more than either of his previous masters did.
"Bleeh," came the bleating of a goat from behind him.
"Yes, I know you're hungry." Eniah calmly replied, gaze unwaveringly fixed on his shovel. "Please wait, I'll feed you soon."
"Bleeeh..." The small goat brushed up against his legs and kept moving. He recognized it, it was one of the smaller goats--and one that he knew well for the trouble it caused.
"Mischief, no." Honestly, Eniah didn't know the goat's name. It probably had a million names given by each of the young ladies and lords of the house. "I see you there, I know you're trying to get some extra hay." The colt frowned. "You wait like the others."
Dealing with the goats was like a parent dealing with his own foals. They each had different personalities; rambunctious, quiet, gentle, loud, grumpy, lazy. Even now, Eniah still questioned how his master put up with so many of them before purchasing the young colt.
Oh boy, but he didn't want to find out.
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Post by catorb on Jan 24, 2017 13:58:59 GMT -6
Algren Valore | Servile Slave
Soft hoof-falls echoed off the cobbled path and plaster walls as Algren made his way through the crooked city streets. There was a certain freedom to his steps, as this was his first errand since the whole branding ordeal. He'd been kept indoors to recover, but after a couple days he couldn't take it anymore. He had to work! Also, his brand was healing quickly, thanks to all the medical oils and salves Master Luciano had bought for him. So as soon as he could, the colt quietly got back to work, within the perimeter of his Lord's house of course. He'd ignored the soft plea's and protests from his housemate Illidis, and picked up were he'd left off in the matter of housekeeping. And it had been thoroughly needed.
Outside, however...He hadn't been outside yet. Not that he feared being taken away again or such. He was marked now after all. As a good slave citizen of Valore. It had mainly been his master that had 'rather not have it'. But Algren personally asked to do this job, this little errand. He knew the way, it was nearby, and it wouldn't take long. Luciano had accepted in the end, and the colt had eagerly departed. Though, Al wouldn't be surprised if the noble stallion had secretly hired some spies or something, to keep an eye on him.
Algren walked the familiair path, along the grand estates and villa's of the Sol district. A bundle of paperwork with him. He'd been collecting signs for the members of the bidding party, for the upcoming pit fights. He only needed on more, though. That of Lord Ron of House Cabrera-Soleil. He'd have to sign, if he wanted to join the bidding among the highborn. But Algren wasn't worried. Lord Ron would probably sign, as any other time. As the colt's destination came into view, so did the smell of goats in the distance, as usual. Why a Noble lord would keep such animals, Algren would always wonder. But it wasn't his place to ask.
The slave colt calmly opened the decorative front gate to make his way across the entrance patio. Hopefully Lord Ron would be home.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2017 17:58:21 GMT -6
ENIAH
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He nudged past another goat calmly, one who seemed more placid and content to nibble away at the stray pieces of hay strewn about the pen. He'd shovel out another pile of goat dung into the waste bucket, and finally paused in his work. That had been the last pile he needed to clean up, and now he could move on to spreading fresh hay onto the field. Eniah gently pushed past another goat, giving a gentle nudge with the edge of his snout while he made his way to the rake.
He stopped, blue eyes quickly spying a figure over the rail. It was small, and Eniah quickly held back the urge to call, "My lord?" When he realized that its pelt was much paler and devoid of spots when compared to his masters' children. No, Eniah quickly observed. The colt had a dual-colored tail and intensely bright silver bay coat, devoid of any scars. Though, if he looked closer at the shoulder, he might barely make out the shape of a dragon upon the other's withers.
The colt, perhaps a little older than himself, was making his way toward the patio. Eniah was tempted to speak up and state that Lord Ron was out, but it wasn't his business, was it? Besides, the last thing he wanted to do was show his scarred form, with that new brand to boot, to a stranger. He turned around and was about to go back to his work.
To his surprise, there stood Mischief, looking up eagerly at the slave colt. "Ye--" Eniah didn't have a moment to speak before the pygmy goat leapt--and at quite an astounding height--and used his young caretaker as a step over the pen rail. "Meh-eh-eh!" The kid seemed to bleat with pride as it took off into the garden.
"Hey--no!" Eniah dropped his rake, not even caring to set it down gently in the sense of urgency. It fell down with a clatter as the colt galloped for the gate. Do I dare set hoof outside with a stranger? He had to! Master Ron would not be pleased if he found 'Mischief' causing damage around the villa, and Eniah would certainly get in trouble for it. He'd rather be ashamed of his appearance than be ashamed of a mistake again!
"Stay here, all of you." He ordered softly toward the other goats. They didn't mind, in fact they seemed complacent to stay within the goat pen. Eniah opened the gate, slammed it shut behind him, and quickly grabbed his cloak off of its hook with telekinetic embrace. He hastily slipped the collar onto his neck and buttoned up its sleeve as he galloped after the pygmy goat.
Mischief was headed for the patio, it seemed. "Excuse me! Stop that goat!" Eniah called, but within moments the troublesome goat decided to make a sharp turn and go wandering into the garden. It vanished into the bushes.
With a loud snort, Eniah violently turned and grinded his hooves into the dirt, bringing himself to a halt. He could feel the bandage on his shoulder slowly becoming unstuck. Mischief, why do you do this to me?! Normally, Eniah would have cursed in his thoughts, but not when animals were involved. Animals had minds of their own, and some of them were more daring and rebellious. He had to admire that a little bit, considering his own situation.
Eniah finally took the opportunity to study the other colt, having stopped only a few short feet in front of him. He looked at the bridle with the bit on his face, and then to the dragon-shaped brand on his shoulder. So he's a slave. Eniah could feel a bit more comfortable knowing that. It took a second or two to wipe the grimace of frustration on his face. But within a moment, he had regained that stoic, composed expression that he often gave in the face of his master and newcomers. His body straightened up, trying to appear proud and elegant--if only, to make up for the scars easily visible on his face.
"Ahem, erm. Is there something you have to deliver to Master Ron?"
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Post by catorb on Jan 29, 2017 9:24:27 GMT -6
Algren Valore | Servile Slave
Algren made his way up the broad marble steps and reached the large wooden double door, which had a fancy doorknob. He quickly found a rod sticking out of the wall, that he pulled. It rang the bell indoors, he could hear, and waited. He calmly listened to the cheerful songs of summer birds and loud chirping of bugs. Even a seagull could he heard in the distance. Such a nice day, he thought, but he was here for business. Algren was about to ring the bell again, when a chipper bleat could be heard, and a small figure shot passed behind him. The colt looked up with a start, barely getting a glimpse of it.
"Excuse me! Stop that goat!" He heard someone call, but it was too late. The roan colt had no more time to respond before the little thing disappeared into the shrubbery. He turned away from the door, almost about to follow the little goat, when a young colt came skidding to a halt at the patio. He was young, Algren noted, but he didn't recognize him as one of the lord's children. He knew who they were, as he had learned of every single member of the royal family. A servant then, perhaps. The roan coat was about to open his mouth to apologize, but the amber colt spoke first, "Ahem, erm. Is there something you have to deliver to Master Ron?"
"Ah--Yes,"Algren replied, and quickly brought out the papers, while shooting one more glance at the direction the little escapee went. "I'm here for lord Ron's signature. It's about the bidding party." Al noticed the handful of scars on the younger colt's face, and wondered how he'd got those. A small bleat in the back made one of his ears swivel back. "Ehm, do you need help catching it?" Algren asked with a small rasp to his voice. He wouldn't mind being of service, it's what he was trained for. But he didn't realize how much time such a task might take.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 9:45:00 GMT -6
ENIAH
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Here he was, trying to act as though that goat had not escaped from his careful watch. It was just back in it's little pen, he imagined, with the others. Eniah told himself that he would catch it later, as soon as the other slave had fulfilled his task, for he felt it rude not to answer in his master's absence. Eniah exhaled through his nose quietly, trying to quell the rapid beating of his heart that had resulted from the earlier chase.
He figured he'd be safe to answer, at least. Eniah thought that was unwise to share whether or not his masters were home in the presence of strangers, but this colt seemed harmless enough. He was tall, but certainly not as tall or as strong as a fully grown stallion. A skinny teenager, he was. "The master is out, I'm afraid." Eniah replied calmly, head nodding with the rhythm of his words. "Taken a stroll with one of the young lords, I think." And I would not have wanted to wait for a response at that door without him, if I were you, he thought to himself. Solomon and Bentley were both nice children, he decided. Taavetti and Azel especially, not so much.
Eniah's ears, both unscathed and torn, flicked back in discomfort at the unpleasant reminder from the little escapee itself. His body stiffened, lips pursed taut at the question from the older colt and Eniah hesitated in answering. He suppose the other could help, after all, the more help he got, the sooner he could return the goat to its pen, and the sooner he could return the goat to its pen, the better. Eniah didn't want to risk possibly angering his master.
Then, he sighed. "Yes, I suppose so." Eniah said while bowing his head. "He's managed to escape twice already in my experience here, and I haven't quite gotten grasp of a ways to keep him in his pen. He wouldn't be of much harm to the garden but I fear if he manages to get inside the villa..." Mischief might manage to startle one of the stray cats, or, raise excitement among the young lords and ladies of the house. And Eniah didn't want to put any extra stress on his fellow slave housemates.
"He vanished in the gardens. In the back bushes."
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Post by catorb on Feb 3, 2017 13:11:14 GMT -6
Algren Aodh | Servile Slave
So The noble lord wasn't home. No issue, Algren could return another day. This goat problem however...
The other colt seemed reluctant to accept his offer, but did nonetheless. He pointed out the little thing had escaped before, making it sound like the pigmy goat was a true trouble maker. Algren gave the younger colt a curt nod after he finished speaking, before placing the his papers down. He scooted the bunch somewhat under the decorative plant pot, to make sure they wouldn't be taken by the soft summer breeze. He turned back to the young slave, presenting himself ready to follow.
Right now, Al was under this colt's order. They might be of the same stature, but this was his house. Al was but a guest here.
He flinched suddenly. Bad manners, he thought, I'm to introduce myself. "Please excuse my manners. My name is Algren, I serve Lord Luciano" The roan said a solemn face. Perhaps his identity wasn't of much use right now, maybe he was being a bit too formal too, but he felt there was no harm in letting the colt know who he was. Algren would come to this house more often in the future for his own lords errands, and so he might get to see this colt more then once. "Please, lead the way." He added. Al wanted to make sure he wouldn't end up anywhere off limits.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 16:58:26 GMT -6
ENIAH
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"If worse comes to worst, I'd be willing to take that list and deliver it to the master when he returns," Eniah offered, slowly, neck drawing upwards in a gentle manner. In his own young mind, to him the completion of a task was pivotal. Delivering all of the betting lists was as important as returning the pygmy goat to its pen and sweeping it clean: To Eniah, any task given by a master was one that must be fulfilled.
The colt was hardly ever lenient when going about his tasks. His previous master had taught him not to do so. He figured he'd be willing to spare the other colt any trouble from his own master, as well.
Algren. The other slave colt's name rang out in his mind thoughtfully. Briefly, Eniah glanced at the bandage still managing to cling to his own shoulder, before straightening his figure out. Instinctively, he tried to present himself with elegance when introducing himself. "Eniah, servant of Master Ron, Lord of Cabrera-Soleil." He swallowed the last word down gently. "I've yet to become acquainted with Lord Luciano, I'm sorry..." To be frank with himself, Eniah hardly knew most of the lords and ladies of the Sol District outside of the ones that visited his previous masters' courtyards. Until recently, the child had barely had the chance to step outside his masters' properties in his life.
"Right, let's not waste time." Eniah ushered Algren forward with a hushed tone. "I may grab some hay to help lure him out but we're going to have to work quickly. If one of the young lords or ladies of the house steps out and spies him, it may cause some...unneeded excitement." Eniah grit his teeth and folded his ears back at the thought. Ron had so many children to tend to that one of them would be bound to chase around an escaped goat and cause the two slaves more trouble finding him. And I'm trying not to let the word be carried that one of the goats escaped under my watch.
"Ah--tell me, are you familiar with goats?"
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Post by catorb on Feb 16, 2017 5:39:20 GMT -6
Algren Aodh | Servile Slave
The unnecessary formal introduction Eniah gave, almost made Algren smile. This colt seemed to take things serious. Which was good. Algren often did so himself. But as the older colts eyes wandered again over the mish-mash of scars on Eniah's face, along with the torn up ear, he couldn't help but wonder if this colt had been trained... drilled down like Illidis. He quickly shook the thoughts of his mind. No, Eniah didn't seem broken, on the contrary. Algren listened as the colt spoke of his quick plan, and the possibility of the small goat reiniging havoc among the young lords ans lady's of the house.
Algren thought of Lord Ron's children. Or at least two of them. Lord Taavetti and his younger sister Bentley. Al had been relieved to hear they healed up well after the attack on the Crucible. Especially for lord Taavetti. The roan colt vividly remembered seeing little lady Bentley, crying of her live. And the small lord... bleeding on the floor, a quivering open wound at his side. Lord Taavetti had taken a deadly blow for him, a mere slave. Algren felt forever grateful, but never got a chance to repay him. He watched the house from the corner of his eye as he started to follow Eniah into the gardens, wondering if the two noble foals even remembered him.
"Ah--tell me, are you familiar with goats?"
The question pulled Algren from his deep thoughts. It reminded him where he was right now, and what the task at hand was. Goats?! ehh..., the colt thought quickly. "No, not really." He confessed, "I mean, I've never handled them before, but I know they are more bold than sheep. Less fearless." Not to mention they were great climbers. When he was little, traveling with his mother, he remembered the time she pointed them out. He'd watched with amazement as those wild caprids hopped along the mountain ridge, as if it was nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 8:43:05 GMT -6
ENIAH
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"Indeed they are," Eniah replied through a breathy sigh. The goats never managed to exhaust him to his limit, but even as a colt patient with animals, he had come to learn some of the goats' more adventurous natures. There were more reasons to why he kept his cloak out of reach when working them, than just keeping it clean. Eniah flicked his torn ear, gaze veering toward one of the bushes where he thought he saw a little goat's tail poking out. As he suspected, 'Mischief' was probably hungry and very eager to eat anything that looked like a plant to him. That wouldn't be good if any of them turned out to be toxic to a goat.
"I'll get the hay then. Wait here." The fire pelted colt was quick to vanish back to the goat pen, not even caring to remove his cloak for once. As the gate creaked open and shut behind him, several other goats, who were content to remain in their pen, bleated out to him. Figures, they too were hungry. "Yes, yes..." So maybe he wasn't as tough as he would have hoped around them. The colt easily gave in to their pleas as he stepped over to one of the hay bales, tossing out a few small piles of hay out into the pen for the goats to enjoy. Hopefully that would tie them over while he and Algren were occupied.
With a small mouthful of hay in his grasp, Eniah exited the pen with haste and made his way back to the older roan colt. "Cornering him would be our best option if he decides to flee. Now don't run after him if he decides to run, I'm pretty sure he's already onto us about that."
He examined the row of bushes briefly, and saw that they ended a decent amount of feet away from the edge of the garden wall, leaving a corner barren and out in the open. "I have an idea. Get just close enough to him, stand by that bush. I'll follow behind you. If we can convince him to head toward the end of the garden wall, just walk after him until he's out in the open corner. I can slip past and block his way back into the bushes, while you block the way to the bushes against the next wall. Then, we can grab him."
Eniah swallowed slightly at his own thought process. Animals didn't always go as planned, they did have minds of their own. If this plan went well, then he wouldn't have to use the hay--or at least, he'd have it to keep the goat at bay once they had him. Hopefully nothing will go wrong!
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