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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 8:10:40 GMT -6
In the Wake
Jala and Sven
After Chapter III
Time of Day: Evening
Roleplay Music: The Sixth Station
Two days ago, the Flock attacked. Two days ago, Inaria was decimated. Two days ago, everything he once knew about his herd changed
within seconds. Conflicted, angry, and saddened by the loss of his home, and worried sick for his missing parents, Jala has been lingering quietly by
the Temple entrance, staring ceaselessly out into the treeline. He’s scarcely been moving from his spot and has only been doing so to check on his
siblings. Thankfully, Sven decides to finally give him company and sympathize over their losses. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 8:23:21 GMT -6
J A L A
"Where do we go from here?"
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He had lost count of how many times his stomach had growled. Like the others, Jala ignored the emptiness that continued to dwell in his stomach, feeling as though he had lost his appetite completely. Even the thought of some sweet tea and dried pumpkin seeds made the young stallion feel a little sick inside, for the means to get them reminded him of the now decimated city of Inaria.
The anger in his belly had vanished hours ago. Now he was moping in his sadness, either to one's pity or displeasure, with his head plopped on the temple floor and staring tiredly out at the jungle treeline. Hopefully, his thoughts might soon lull him to sleep...hopefully.
More than anything, all Jala wanted to do was to wake up in his bedroom again, in the soft cushion of his massive bed, and be greeted by the smell of sea salt. For once in his life he wanted to punch in to work and hear Tethis' jolly old voice. For once...he wanted to go back to his family farm, and pay visit to his family, his mother and father...
You don't know what you've got until it's gone, he guessed.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Mar 19, 2017 18:06:22 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
The Talori had lost so much in such as short amount of time, and Sven still couldn't wrap his mind around all of the destruction and death he had seen around him on the day that the Flock had attacked. If it weren't for the stinging pain in his shoulder from the burn wounds he had received from one of the bombs' blasts, he would have thought it had all been some horrible nightmare.
The only thing that he could say had worked out was Passoa being with him that day and had made it with him and the rest of their group to the Temple that Cascade had told him would serve as a safe place all those months ago. It seemed surreal still to think that Cascade herself had provided this strange place for them, but the weight of the teardrop necklace around his neck from the goddess's gift served as a reminder to him that all of this was all too real.
While the mare he had recently grown quite affectionate for was here with him and safe, Sven couldn't say he knew that his family had the same fate. Anything could have happened to them during the explosions and when the Flock were running among them, slaughtering innocents for their 'cause'. His family could very well be dead, and it didn't seem those thoughts could be ignored.
The only thing that kept his mind from going crazy with worry and prevented him from fussing over Passoa and how she was doing was checking on the other horses that had made it to the Temple. When his group had arrived, another battered group was soon to follow, and while it was filled with horses that Sven didn't know, he couldn't help but feel a closeness to them all. They were all in this together whether they liked it or not. It was during his routine checkups that he noticed the young, striped stallion sitting by the entrance to the Temple. He had yet to go up and talk to him however. He seemed so lost and thought and saddened whenever Sven thought about trying to talk to him that he had passed him by each time he walked past. As Sven sat and munched on a small bag of sunflower seeds quietly in the dark of the Temple, he couldn't help but worry that he hadn't eaten or drank anything since their arrival two days ago, and being the horse that Sven was, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to at least try and made him feel a little better even if Sven wasn't feeling quite like his carefree self.
Slinging the bag of sunflower seeds beside him, the Entertainer meandered over to him, hoping that he wouldn't startle him. "Hey there. I just wanted to come over and ask if you wanted any of these sunflower seeds before they're all gone. Someone happened to have them with them when they got here, and we've all been passing them around and sharing." Sven offered, his green eyes studying the other equine's face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 7:53:56 GMT -6
J A L A
"Where do we go from here?"
___________________________________________________________ His amber gaze remained stubbornly fixed to the cold temple floor, ignoring how heavy his eyelids began to feel and how itchy the skin felt on his shoulder. The stress pulling at his chest, tugging at his hearstrings, was enough to keep the young stallion awake. All that really moved were his ears, which swivelled in all sorts of directions at the array of sounds echoing across the temple and the treeline of the Wilds.
The quagga sighed through his nose in displeasure. For hours he had been hoping, praying that his mother and father would somehow emerge from the treeline, and put Jala's unrest to an end. Sure, Inaria would be destroyed, Cascade's kingdom in ruins, and at the mercy at a cut-throat gang of winged horses, but at least his loved ones were there. At least he'd have the chance to apologize to his father and tell him everything he's been through. At least, maybe, he'd be able to make it up to them...
A bag of seeds was flung in his direction. It landed squarely beside his head, though Jala didn't even flinch. He blinked and stared at the bag of seeds beside him.
Jala just barely noticed the painted stallion who had finally approached him. He was among the few of them lucky enough to have escaped, and was doing what he could to tend to the sick and injured who happened to find this place as well. Up until now, Jala had been oblivious to Sven and many other passersby, save for his siblings, his aunt, and Tegan.
"Hey," The striped stallion replied gently, giving a small dip of the head. "Thanks but, I'm not hungry." He said that, but in truth his stomach was an empty barrel at this point. "Thank you for the offer though..."
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Mar 25, 2017 8:35:21 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven wasn't the type of stallion to dwell on things. Stress never seemed to win over his carefree persona, but recently, with all that had happened to the herd that he calls home and to the horses that he considers closest to him, he couldn't deny that he felt a little heavier with worry. He had no idea where his family was or if they had even made it through the bombs and terror that those extremists had rained down on the solstice ceremony. For all he knew they hadn't been as lucky as he had and had suffered a much worse fate...
He couldn't let the possibilities stop him though. There were things to be done around here to make sure everyone that was safe was alright, including helping out someone who was moping around and hadn't eaten a thing in days. Sven lightly tossed the bag of sunflower seeds in the striped equine's direction, a small, tired smile appearing on his face. It didn't seem to faze him though as he barely lifted his head to see the object that had been tossed at him.
"Thanks, but, I'm not hungry... Thank you for the offer though..."
Sven sighed quietly, shrugging his shoulders with a slight wince as his skin pulled on his healing wound. "No problem. I thought that I'd at least offer and come over to see how you're doing. I haven't seen you talk much except to those younger kids that made it here." He mentioned, recalling the children's similar striped coats. "Are they your siblings?" The paint stallion asked, feeling his stomach drop at the thought of his own younger siblings. "My name is Sven by the way. I can't say that I've seen you around before... this." The Entertainer smiled sheepishly at the mention of their current situation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2017 21:48:31 GMT -6
J A L A
"Where do we go from here?"
___________________________________________________________ "Thanks for checkin..." Jala replied quietly. His golden eyes had briefly danced between the floor and the bag of sunflower seeds before he ultimately avoided them, ignoring the desperate growling of his stomach for food. On the other hand, Ta'Keet, the loyal river otter who frequently dwelt near his side, took immediate interest in the seeds. The poor thing was hungry and since he was stripped away from his usual diet of fish, he had been struggling to find something else to substitute.
Watching Ta'Keet munch away made Jala's gut wallow in pity. Here he was starving himself, but he couldn't dare to let the little guy suffer. "He hasn't gotten what he needs to eat since the attack. Don't worry, he won't bite you." The quagga hybrid exclaimed calmly.
The thought of his siblings...only added to the anguish. Zuri and Makar seemed very happy to see their sibling again, but there was still a divide there...especially between him and Wilbur. Jala had sensed the child's bitterness, practically read it in every shred of sarcasm he spoke with...Jala hesitated to even answer. "Yep, those were them. All stripes, all mine." He replied softly. "But they and my aunt are the only ones who showed up. Our parents are still out there..."
Jala flicked in ear in Sven's direction at his greeting. "Jala. My name's Jala. Odd that you say that, I worked as a cartpuller and delivery horse in Inaria...do you live in Inaria or the surrounding villages?" He asked calmly. "I mean...well, used to live, anyways. I know my house is probably flat n' in shambles..."
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Apr 10, 2017 12:51:07 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven gave the striped stallion a sympathetic look as he turned his head away from the bag of seeds laying beside him. He hadn't felt his usual appetite himself the past few days of living in these ruins while he waited to know what the fate of his family and their entire herd for that matter. It would be odd if someone weren't upset and worried by all of this and everything all of them had been through to get here. He watched as a brown, lithe animal crawled around the other horse's body to get to the bag, munching in content on the seeds. Sven couldn't say that he'd ever seen a river otter be so interested in sunflower seeds before, but it was satisfying to know that the seeds would fill someone's belly. The other stallion's calm explanation brought a small, lopsided smirk to his face. "It's alright. I think this craziness has made us all try to eat whatever we can find to survive." He said in a lighthearted tone though, from the heaviness in his eyes, one could tell he didn't mean it as a joke.
He had been such a light-hearted and carefree horse before all of this. He'd been an Entertainer seeking nothing but some money to pay for food and maybe chasing the affections of a mare or two, but since the first terrorist attack on his homeland, he couldn't quite shake the feeling of the world pressing on his shoulders. Sven had a family to protect and care about. He'd been lucky enough that his good friend (and major crush), Passoa, had made it here with him, but he hadn't even been able to get her out of the city without injury.
His pity-party was interrupted by the striped stallion's response to the young colts and fillies running being his siblings, and Sven offered him a small smile in an attempt to comfort him. "Well, I'm glad that part of your family made it here. That's a miracle they made it through the Wilds to get to this place." The jungles around them were filled to the brims with dangers like jaguars and venomous snakes ready to pounce on anything that walked by them, but from the solemn expression on his face, Sven could tell that the absence of his parents was still worrying him. "My family is still out there too. My mom, dad, and all five of my younger siblings were there somewhere when everything went down."
The paint stallion nodded his head, taking in the equine's name. Jala. Sven knew that he would certainly remember if he had met him before. Remembering names and faces was a small talent of him, and Jala was not one of those that he could recall. "I live on the outskirts of one of the surrounding villages on the beach near the Southern Gulf. That would definitely explain not bumping into each other before if you live all the way up in Inaria." Sven said with a playful smile. It was a long walk to Inaria from his home, and it was a trip he made very rarely unless making money was involved or a celebration was happening. At Jala's last statement, the Entertainer shook his head as he said, "You've got to be more positive, Jala, otherwise you'll drive yourself crazy. You don't know for sure about anything until we can go back to Inaria and see for ourselves."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 13:53:21 GMT -6
J A L A
"Where do we go from here?"
___________________________________________________________ "Eh-heh-heh..." Jala offered a light chuckle in response, a small, saddened smile managing to grace his features before it fell away entirely again. His golden eyes wandered to Ta'Keet again, who was busy swallowing up as many seeds as his stomach could handle. Could otters even eat seeds? He was knowledgeable in the behaviors and language of animals, but diets were another thing.
Then, Jala stared at his hooves. Soft, coal hooves, slightly scratched and feathering singed at their tips from the explosions. His forelegs weren't nearly as scuffed up as his back legs, and in fact he had donned a new scar upon his flank from the debris. Another wound was still scarring up on his shoulder, as a painful reminder of what had happened that day.
He hated to know that it would keep him from ever forgetting the massacre; and perhaps, keep him from ever forgiving the ones who caused it. "My aunt has some experience in this area. And my mom and dad met in this place--she rescued him." Jala stated. Though, he had to agree with the painted stallion; Aunt Zaire and the rest of his family were lucky to have gotten here alive. If the Flock didn't kill them, the predators could have. That was another reason why Jala hadn't dared to go near the treeline again since his siblings first emerged--he was far too paranoid that something was watching him.
He turns his striped head slowly, large ears swivelling like satellite disks in the direction of the entertainer with concern. "I'm sorry. About your family, that is. I hope you find them..." He stares down at his hooves again. "I'm just praying I find my parents...apparently my mom got pregnant again. I honestly wonder why she had it in her to attend the ceremony if she was far along..."
Unfortunately, the poor stallion, he was far too deep in his train of thought to find any enthusiasm. His once enthusiastic nature, fuelled by child-like curiosity, ambition, and emotion had been grounded and crushed. It would take a while to pick up all the pieces. "If we can go back." Jala didn't hesitate to say. He regretted it right after but it had already slipped off his tongue. "...I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm afraid. Of the Flock..." He winced as the words rolled out. Of the flock. Of Pegasi. For the first time, he saw wings in his mind and felt fear for his life. That's not right. That's not right at all.
But was it because they had wings? No, he had to reassure himself. Yes, they were pegasi, but so was Tegan. So was Lorelle. So were several of the horses here. He wasn't afraid of the Flock because they were pegasi, he was afraid of them because they were murderers.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Apr 23, 2017 10:40:17 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Even the light, awkward laughter that he emitted along with the stallion beside him was enough to cause the burn wound on his side to sting and ache as the skin around the scab that had formed stretched and contorted with the rise and fall of his sides. He had been lucky that he had only had burns, bruises, and minor scrapes. His mind flashed momentarily to memories of that day and the arrow that had scraped across Passoa's front leg, narrowly impaling her, and of course, there was the young mare in his group whose leg had been destroyed after one of the Flock's bombs caused a nearby building to erupt and nearly kill all of them. Compared to others, his burns were certainly lucky, but Sven couldn't help but think of the horrendous acts and sights he had seen that day. Not even his care-free nature could shake the feeling of anxiety and fear that struck him whenever he thought of what had happened and what could possibly happen in the future. The only thing he could be grateful for was that he and Passoa had made it to these ruins safely.
Sven's worry-filled thoughts were interrupted by Jala's soft tone as he spoke of his aunt and the rest of his family. He knew all too well the worry and anger that probably bubbled inside of him over his missing family members and the Flock's looming presence. With no outside knowledge, there was no telling what they had done to Aquore since they had made it to the ruins. They could have easily destroyed even more homes and villages or taken the rest of the Talori captive while they set the poor souls that had been kept in Torrine free. There were so many possibilities that only got worse the more Sven pondered on them which was why he had been trying to focus on those around him. As an Entertainer, other's happiness and enjoyment was always his top priority, and in times like these, everyone needed a little something to be happy about.
A small smile crossed his face at Jala's sympathetic reply to him saying part of his family was missing as well. "I hope so too... I have faith that they're okay even if the Flock hasn't been taken care of yet." He stated with a confident nod of his head. His lightly colored mane fell partly into his face as he turned his head toward the stallion laying beside him. No wonder he was so worried for them. Not only were they still missing, but his mother might be carrying another of his brothers or sisters. A soft sigh escaped Sven as his green eyes glanced toward the treeline. "I'm sorry. That's tough. Surely even the Flock would have sympathy for someone that's pregnant." Sven tried to cast some hope on the situation, wondering how heartless these "freedom" fighters actually were.
The Entertainer's eyes softened in concern at Jala's deflated, defeated tone but understood why he felt this way. No one was in their best spirits right now. They were all battered, wounded, and fearful. "It's okay... so am I." Sven admitted, swallowing back a lump that formed in his throat. "We've all seen things that no one should ever have to, and we've all lost so much because of these horses. They are just horses though. They're no gods. We were caught off guard, but with preparation and willpower, they can be taken care of." He finished with an angered snort, his blessing turning his breath icy cold and visible in the evening air.
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