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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Apr 28, 2017 16:35:06 GMT -6
Silver and Gold
Antiope & Nagisa
It's summer, a few days after the events of chapter three.
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Apr 28, 2017 18:41:53 GMT -6
Nagisa Marinus Anereus
WARNING: Poor grammar and an emotional pregnant lady Below
Nagisa had been slow to rise this morning and it seemed the simple task of getting out of bed was growing harder and harder everyday. It had been only three days since the Flock's attack. Only three days since the love of her life was murdered in front of her. Only three days since everything Nagisa had known, and everything she could ever hope for, was completely obliterated. The grief she felt was overwhelming, it weighed down on her as if the pressure of the entire ocean had fallen on her shoulders.
Like many others, the once powerful councilor was now being held in Torrine, but it seemed that many more were still missing. Much of Nagisa's family and what remained of the trinity had yet to show up. She feared the worst had happened to them and could only guess what the pale feathered menace was planning for her and everyone else in this damned village.
Her people were broken and many were turning to her to fill the void of leadership within Torrine. Even the guardians gravitated toward her, feeling honor bound to protect their Defender's widow and unborn child. Everyone wanted explanations and plans, but Nagisa couldn't give them what they wanted. She was broken too.
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It was a hot and humid day. Nagisa laid resting on the shaded porch of her assigned house, or shoddy shack as she referred to it. Her real home was only a few miles away just out of reach, a fact that tormented her greatly. A young medic was with her, doing her best to keep the pregnant mare comfortable with damp towels. Nagisa appreciated her efforts but they were in vain. Nothing could make her condition less than dreadful. In the end, the fussing was just making her more aggravated, so Nagisa dismissed her.
Shortly after the medic retreated back into the shack, Nagisa was momentarily blinded by a concentrated ray of light. Her brows furrowed together to protect her eyes as her attention moved to look for it's source. She found it. It was the shimmering helmet of a passing Flock member, a colorfully feathered one and a commander if Nagisa remembered correctly. An idea began to formulate in her head as she studied the pegasus mare.
"Commander, I'd like to speak with you."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 8:17:20 GMT -6
antiope i feigned umbrage at my bruising fist Their victory, for better or worse, had been more complete than they had accounted for. The invincible empire in Antiope's memory had buckled when faced with the Flight's patience, planning, and force. The battles were over so quickly that the sun had risen on Hawkeye's empire and set on the Flight's, a loss so astonishingly thorough that Antiope had spent the next several days in lockjawed incredulity, waiting for the next fight.
The Flight saw no more combat, but conquering Aquore had presented unforeseen challenges. The entire experience had been more than they expected. More victories, more damage, more prisoners. More mouths to feed. More demand. More warm bodies than Torrine could contain. More wounded than the medics could treat. It was chaos.
Antiope went sleepless. She was a fixed point for the Flock, one whose endurance and dedication were a deep well her subordinates often drew from. Many of those she commanded were young, fresh, unexposed to real war. She had pushed them through battle, she couldn't abandon them in the aftermath. They saw their commander, unwavering, undaunted, and remained resolute. She owed them strength.
Wails echoed through the encampment as Antiope oversaw the changing of the guard. Howling wounded, awaiting treatment, kept her stoic about her own pain. Her gait and her uniform didn't reveal the wound on her underside, blasted into her ribcage by debris, but Antiope was beginning to feel her fatigue gathering there. Two sleepless nights coagulated under her hastily-applied bandages, clawing their way into her.
Perhaps, she thought as her toe caught on the ground, perhaps she should sleep.
Commander. The cool voice lashed across Antiope's awareness like a bolt of lightning. She knew the High Council by heart. She turned to face Nagisa quickly, her golden jaguar eyes focused, intense. The only trace of weariness on the commander was a fraying wildness to her movement and gaze, a hint that her usual forbearance was worn thin.
"Then Speak." Antiope had never once been applauded as a conversationalist. 334 words | post 1 |
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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on May 18, 2017 22:05:06 GMT -6
Nagisa Marinus Anereus
WARNING: Poor grammar and an emotional pregnant lady Below
Nagisa's eyes darkened at the curt tone the feathered mare addressed her with. She had expected to be met with impudence and had prepared herself for worse responses than the one she was given, but the reality was always far more difficult to handle. The moment the commander's voice reached Nagisa's ears, her body became rigid with loathing for the being before her. But sill, Nagisa rose to her feet and made her way over to Antiope so that they could speak on even ground.
Nagisa rose slowly for the obvious reason that she was with child but she deliberately took more time than necessary. A small retaliation against the commander who was coming across as quite restless. 'Play nice.' She reminded herself. 'Do not let your emotions get the best of you. We need her for this to work.'
Altogether, fins and feathers added up to be about equal. The realization somewhat surprised Nagisa since very few mares ever met her in height. It would have been nice if she could have naturally looked down on the pegasus and appear more grand than what she was feeling at the moment, but this could work out for her too. All she had to do now was control the stomach bile that was pooling at the back of her throat.
Emerald eyes left golden only momentarily as Nagisa dipped her head politely in greeting. She kept the severeness of her expression as she spoke.
"You seem busy, but I promise you, speaking me will be worth your time, Commander." Her voice came out even with the strong confidence of a skilled diplomat. "We need more supplies. You must have noticed by now that Torrine does not have the resources to house these many bodies within her walls. We will be out of food and medicine by the end of the week if nothing is done."
Nagisa refrained herself from speaking anymore, not wanting to put off Antiope with any excessive talking, but also, so that she could see if anything was getting through that thick, gaudy helmet and into that bird brain.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 17:56:38 GMT -6
antiope
Antiope hated politicians.
She hated their calculations, their diction, their pomp. While the strategy of pageantry was not lost on Antiope --her own radiant, pronged helmet was anything but utilitarian-- she had no interest in the narratives that politicians sold. She'd seen Talorian falseness up close, and scratched the splendid veneer off of it with her own nails.
Antiope had no use for anything ungenuine. She pursued her own resilience relentlessly, but she never feigned anything. It would be foolish to expect the same from the captive councilor, and Antiope watched her with unblinking intensity. The silver mare's every breath was scrutinized.
Her silence was routinely as sharp as the spear at her side, and she weilded it confidently as Nagisa approached her. The formal nod was received with motionless watching, Antiope's neck stiff. Their matching statures did not go unnoticed by the commander, who lived most of her life above the Flight's fearsome soldiers and was accustomed to towering. If Antiope thought anything of it, it didn't show.
Up close, her perceived invincibility seemed to dim. The rhythm of prismatic feathers was interrupted by the occasional rumpled scar. There were lines at the corners of her set mouth, circles under her eyes that darkly contrasted the constant fire in her gaze. She and Nagisa were both selling an image to their people, and they were both running out of power.
Antiope's face didnt move as she listened. It was far too many words for her liking.
"You will leave matters of supplies to the Primary," she commanded. Never mind that Torrine had been a prison of the High Council's making. Nagisa's criticism ran off her like rain. "If you have specific needs, now is the time to ask." post 2 | 289 words im a mess im sorry |
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