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Post by posy-punch on Apr 13, 2017 0:39:43 GMT -6
A DAY OF REPARATION
Afternoon; Following the events of Chapter III
Lady Scarlette Ardor is merely off on another excursion. Seeing as she is enraged with the recent brandings of her slaves, specifically her prize pit-fighters, Scarlet's been in a sour mood for the past week or so. Now, for the first time since the events of the previous weeks, she's left her estate to go shopping, for once devoid of her slaves. It is on her way back from one of the bakeries (where she's gotten herself and her slaves a large cake, as well as some other pastries) and on her way to a grocery that she bumps into the servile slave Clythus. This run in causes not only for the Lady's cake to fall face down on the ground, its container splitting open, but it also makes her even more annoyed and stressed than she was previously. So, when staring down the slave a wonderful idea pops into her head, just as the slave opens their mouth to offer their master's name and make them pay for any reparations."I think that it would be most helpful, Slave." She doesn't allow the disdain to show in her voice, rather she just makes it so that her voice is flat and toneless. "If you were to assist me with the rest of my errands. I'll send your master my regards." She leaves no room for refusal. It appears as if Clythus will be spending the day making up for their blunder.
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Post by posy-punch on Apr 13, 2017 0:40:37 GMT -6
LADY SCARLETTENoble Lady of House Ardor
For some strange reason, the Lady had decided to not only leave Mandisa at home, but also Galloway and Jenko as well. Now, not only did she feel naked without their presence at her side, but did she yearn to have them help her. She had her pastries held up in the paper bag which swung from her mouth, a touch of telekinesis and it was light enough for her to carry unhindered. The cake was being held in place on her back by another tether of the telekinetic magic. If her concentration was to break though, she worried not only would the pastries be in danger, but so to would the cake. "Ho, Lady," One of her acquaintances greeted her as she passed. She gave a brief nod, turning her head just a split second and then, Oomf.
"What in the Blazing God's Blessed Name have you done!" The mare kept her voice in check, though barely, her eyes wide as she scrambled up from her place having been knocked down. Not only had the pastries spilled through the street, but so to had her cake fallen, icing down, on the ground. She gasped as she prodded the box, realizing that there was no saving the treat. "That likely took her all morning to get properly baked to my standards." Scarlet mumbled, looking down forlornly at the cake and then at the pastries. A few of the stray dogs that roamed the street had already taken to munching on the food. Scarlet swallowed and turned her pink gaze disapprovingly on the cause of the mess (completely ignoring the fact that she too had not been looking where she was going). "I am appalled by the behavior of slaves in the streets these days. I'll have you know I'm a Lady and I intend to seek your master over this transgression!" She stated primly, holding her head up to get rid of the embarrassment that threatened to make her voice shake. Then she looked to her baked goods despairingly before a thought flashed in her mind. She ignored the fact that the slave had opened his mouth, likely to offer his master's name for her to seek in order for repayment. Or simply to apologize. She didn't much care. "Don't speak. I think it would be most helpful, Slave," She said flatly, though her eyes glittered with amusement. Yes, this arrangement would work wonderfully. "If you were to assist me in running the rest of my errands. I'll send your master my regards." She flicked an ear, not even phased that horses were having to go out of their way to pass her since she stood in the middle of the street. "Now, what is your name? You have some reparations to pay." «--- 470 Words ---» |
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Post by Disastercorn on Apr 14, 2017 21:34:43 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus had been having a rather frantic morning, having set out to run errands for Masike his master. The hippocampus had wanted some new stone for his next sword but the stone was across town. Thus, being at Masike’s beck and call the stallion had leapt to action, promising his master he would bring it back for him that eve. Well, time had a way of getting away from him in Valore. Clythus hadn’t even had time to comb up his mane and braid his tail. Instead he had left the estate as quickly as he could. This led to even more problems.
As he traversed the maze of horses over the gilded bridge, the stallion became flustered with acquaintances and friends all pecking for his time. After a fairly long talk about the new pies and how he should come back to try one, the stallion turned his body just in time to feel the impact of another equine against his shoulder. He stepped back, tumbling over his own hair and fell down to his haunches in a stunned mess of pastries and disaster.
Clythus was frozen with shock. He had never been placed in this position before. And now, here he was, the cause of a Lady’s distress. He had been the one to cause the disaster! Eyes where wide with shock, his body trembling as he tried frantically to get back up on shaking legs. Her words rang like a siren through his ears, his worst fears coming to play as he did indeed open his mouth to speak. Instead he bowed his head low, making sure his nose almost touched the ground and he showed no intent to sway her anger.
When her words, a bit calmer but still with that painful edge hit his ears once more he breathed out a bit deeper. Masike would be ok, he told him to get the metal when he could. Thus, the Hippocampus would not have to hear of his blunder. With a small tremble, the front leg stayed posed in the bowed position, allowing the Lady to decide when he could rise back up.
“My name is Clythus, M’Lady.” He spoke softly but loud enough for her to hear.
Word Count: 376 || Post #2
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