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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Mar 29, 2017 15:41:23 GMT -6
Klaus | Guardian | Cruisin' Torrine
The cruel irony of the situation was enough to make Klaus (who was otherwise quite proper) want to spit. Trapped in Torrine, while heathens, lowly feathered outcasts, dictating and watching his every move? Klaus narrowed his amber eyes. How self-righteous they were-- claiming to be removing the true 'evils' of Aquore after dethroned a King and murdering a defender. Cascade would think otherwise.In the early morning sun, Torrine wasn't the worst city Klaus had ever seen, but a prison with cobblestone paths were much less welcoming than even the lowliest of villages. There was an odd solemness and silence that he wasn't quite used to, and the watchful eyes of the occasional Flight guard was enough to fuel a fire in Klaus' gut. He was headed for the rations section of the city, where the Flight would hand out food for the rest of the day. The stallion was surprised when he reached the end of the line much more quickly than he'd expected. One glance down the road was enough a reason to tell him way. There was some kind of ruckus up the street some ways. A winged stallion looked as if he was getting more and more heated. Klaus perked his ears, freezing. He coudn't see who in line was bickering with the guard from here, but instantly his role of guardian kicked in. Stepping out of line, he began make his way cautiously towards the scene. He heard a mare's voice shout, and the pegasus reared and flapped in agitation. Klaus picked up speed, ears flattening.
WC: 262 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Mar 29, 2017 20:26:07 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric
Although the morning was a mild one, with hints of early sun lightening the sky, and a cool breeze wafting through the prion camp's walls, Minerva was anything but mild. The mare's spines rattled with irritation, and her heart thudded in her chest, leaving her deafened to the sounds around her thanks to its insistent pulsing. All of the morning's beauty was lost on the brindled buckskin, as she focused on the impertinence of the stallion before her. His winged form immediately disgusted her, and his manner only served to shove the mare farther into a place of irritation and upset.
"I heard you," the mare snapped, accenting each word with a rattle of the quills around her cheeks. "But I promise you, there is no reason, to even think about putting your hooves on me," she snarled, her green eyes flashing at the Flight member. Minerva's ears were pinned tightly to her skull, and her teeth flashed white against the delicate pink of her muzzle. "You useless, bowlegged, cretin," the mare added, leaning back to spit suddenly in the dapple gray stallion's eyes. The move was not thought out, nor was it an intelligent one, as the stallion immediately reared up, flashing his hooves out in a wild, angry attack.
One of the horse's forehooves struck Minerva squarely across the muzzle, and the mare staggered, falling back. Around her, sand and dust were blown up by the powerful flapping of the pegasus's wings, blinding the buckskin momentarily. With her ears still ringing, Minerva backed up, a movement that was only taken by the Flight guard as an invitation to lunge forward, teeth snapping at the crest of her mane.
"HELP!" Minerva sputtered, shaking like a ragdoll with her crest pinned between the jaws of the dapple gray. Her front hooves struck out wildly, landing no marks upon the stallion. If she was more aware of her surroundings, she'd have been proud to know that the sharp spines along her neck were poking quite a few holes in the stallion's face, but Minerva was far too disoriented to be aware of such things.
WC: 353
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Apr 2, 2017 9:37:26 GMT -6
Klaus | Guardian There was a loud crack as Klaus' thick frame collided with the pegasus. He caught himself just in time to not send himself reeling tail over nose at the impact. The attacker stumbled to the side, daze. Small dribbles of blood dripped from his maw, which had come free from Minerva's crest. It was only a moment for the pegasus to regain himself, and turn on Klaus. The Guardian narrowed his eyes, and chanced a quick glance at the mare. A beautiful hippocampus-- had this brute not enough respect to treat her properly? Klaus moved to stand between the attacked and the attacker. The horses in line around them began to whisper and watch with apprehensive expressions as the dappled Flight soldier regained himself and turned to stare Klaus head on. "Do not raise your hoof to one as blessed as she," Klaus growled, stance wide and assertive. He might have not had a weapon, but Klaus was hardly afraid of a sparrow. For a moment the winged monstrosity seemed to be overcome with rage, but when Klaus made no further moves to attack (after all, how wise is it to pick fights with your prison guards?), the rage was replaced with uncertainty. Confusion, maybe even slight embarrassment passed over his face when the flock member realised he was sorely outnumbered by Talori horses and that Klaus was an opponent for which victory wasn't guaranteed. Still, set on making an example, he shouted, "No rations for the pair of you today. Get out of my line! The rest of you, eyes forward."
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Post by Kelpie-River on Apr 4, 2017 11:42:55 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric
Suddenly, Minerva felt the painful grip upon her crest release, and she stumbled away from the gray pegasus, gasping. Her mind was reeling, as Minerva struggled to get her hooves under her, disoriented by the shaking attack from the Flight guard. Although small trickles of blood ran through her mane, sticking the black hair to her neck, she was mostly unharmed, and more indignant than anything else. Gritting her teeth, the mare swished her tail angrily, sidestepping away from the two stallions. If this was going to turn into a brawl, she wanted to be away from the dangerous hooves and teeth -- even though she wouldn't have minded backing a few of her spines into the pegasus stallion's eyeballs in the midst of the battle.
"Do not raise your hoof to one as blessed as she." The words were not unusually surprising to Minerva; she had been praised for her Classic Talorian beauty before, but she was not expecting that one of the broken-down, Torrine prisoners, would defend her for such a reason. She had to admit, it sent a flush of pride through her body to hear the strange, dark stallion refer to her as such. It was an affirmation of all the proofs Minerva believed about herself, and it even felt as though the pain in her neck dulled in light of the stranger's kindness.
But the feeling would be short lived. In some last-ditch attempt to save himself from full defeat, the gray stallion announced that there would be no food for the pair of them. Although Minerva's stomach was growling, she felt that there would be no point in arguing any farther with the angered pegasus. For a moment, she hesitated, considering what she should do next, but after a moment or two of silence, Minerva turned away, and began to walk down the makeshift street again. Turning to glance over her shoulder, Minerva stopped so that she could speak with the stranger who had just rushed to her aid.
"Thank you," was all that she said, preferring to show a modicum of manners, and allow the stallion time to respond before integrating herself fully into a conversation.
WC: 362
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Post by SaintPumpkinMuffin on Apr 20, 2017 16:13:56 GMT -6
Klaus | Guardian
Klaus narrowed his eyes at the pegasus, but chose to ignore him, turning and following the Cleric. The feathered cretin was hardly worth it anyway. He perked his ears as the mare stopped for him to catch up, and he came up beside her. "Of course, my lady," he said, dipping his head ever so slightly. He could appreciate her manner; she certainly behaved and held herself like the mares of upper society. "It's only too bad," he continued, "That horses like you should be confined and treated in such a way." WC: 95 |
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Post by Kelpie-River on Apr 24, 2017 12:30:42 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric
Like many horses of her demeanor, Minerva was no stranger to others touting her devotion, either directly to her, or about her when they thought her shell-shaped ears couldn't pick up their murmurings. In fact, at this point, the brindle mare half expected the intimidated glances from those below her, as well as the admiration from those she considered her equal. But, despite the fact that Minerva remembered each event with perfect clarity, she never tired of the feeling that it brought to her; it was a blushing, warm sort of feeling, mixed in with the flash of pride that always ran up and down her spine when her character or visage were praised. It always fortified her, always made her feel an urge to keep going, lest more praise fall upon her.
"Horses like either of us shouldn't be here," stated Minerva, glancing at the dark stranger, eager to keep the conversation going. "But Cascade must have some plan for our redemption," she added quickly, a superstitious precaution, just in case the sea goddess took Minerva's statement as complaint to her will. "Until then, perhaps I should take a look at you. I am a Cleric, after all," she stated, glancing at the stallion, searching for some sign of malady brought on by the fight.
WC: 216
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