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Post by purrsain on May 5, 2017 16:33:56 GMT -6
Athelstan
Thump ... Thump... Thump
The sound kept repeating as athelstan continued to attack the training dummy. Breathing heavily he paused for a moment, sweat beading off his forehead. He had been out here for hours, assaulting the training dummy as he trained himself. In order to protect his master, Rania, he had to stay in shape. Every time Rania didn't need him around he would come down here, to the training grounds to train. He was very familiar with the training grounds, he practically grew up training for fights on them. His previous master had trained him as hard as he could without damaging his prized fighter, he had to be in the best shape in order to fight in the crucible.
Coming out of thought, Athelstan took a drink from a nearby water fountain and returned to the training dummy. His muscles protested slightly at the movements but the stallion lost himself in thought once again as he continued to attack the training dummy.
Thwack.. thwack... thwack, With those three hits the training dummy flew off of the stand it was sitting on and onto the ground a few feet away. With his chest heaving athelstan picked up the dummy from the ground and placed it back onto the stand. Instead of continuing to assault the dummy, the stallion went to the makeshift track that was used for slaves to build up speed when running. Athelstan started at a face paced trot and slowly sped to to a full on gallop. His heart racing in his ears made him practically deaf to the world around him. The stallion once again lost himself in thought as he pushed himself to go faster.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 5, 2017 22:10:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The stallion had been left to himself this night. It was one of the few nights left before he would be sold off. Altair, his master, had informed him of a few who where interested in him and they where working out meet and greets. Altair would not let Clythus go to just anyone. They needed to be someone worthy of the slave, yet in Clythus's eyes, he needed to be worthy of them. His thoughts had caused him to wonder far within the capitol. Losing track of time and losing his way. Foot steps became heavy, the sound of his hooves against the cobblestone was almost too loud at this hour.
Until the sound of blunt force hit his ears. Flickering forward the furred appendages tried to hear it again, confused. What could be making that noise? Head lowered, long silky grey hair dragging along the ground as he moved forward. As he stepped toward an inlay of rock, cut out of the ground, a training arena greeted him. Lifting his head high, a hoof rose from the ground in a worried and startled kind of way.
A dapple grey stallion was going to town on a training dummy. His muscles taught with strain and stress. As he then turned his attention to the race track, Clythus could see the overworked males body going into autopilot. As he rounded the corner to come back to were he started Clythus leapt from the stairs above and surged forward. He was really going to hurt himself at this rate! Silver hair trailed behind him in a flurry of movement, hooves digging into the ground to intercept his path. "Hey! You need to stop! Stop please!" The male pleaded, planning if anything to put himself in the others way if he had to.
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Post by purrsain on May 6, 2017 11:03:36 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan’s lungs ached for air but he kept running. The stallion heard a shout but ignored it, thinking it was a slave owner yelling at a slave. He pushed on faster and faster, until a flash of silver caught his eye and a silver body stallion leapt in front of him on the track and he was forced to dig his hooves into the ground and attempt to slow down. Unable to slow down enough to fully stop he stumbled into the stranger who had interrupted his training with a small oof sound escaping his lips.
He straightened himself back up and looked to the stallion in front of him, he studied him as he attempted to catch his breath. He hadn’t realized how tired he had become until he stopped. Coughing slightly Athelstan addressed the stallion “ Can I help you with something?” He said breathlessly with a slightly irritated tone in his voice.
As he waited for a reply he took time to study the stallion. He noticed the stallion had a large scar over his right eye, which went down the length of his neck. He was a silver dappleish color, with long silver hair that dragged the ground. He was overall a very handsome stallion in Athelstan’s opinion. But what really stunned Athelstan were the eyes of the shorter stallion, they were two different colors, a violet color and a turquoisey color, which were honestly quite gorgeous to him. Athelstan shook his head and focused back onto the stallion when he heard him start to say something in response to his question.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 10, 2017 23:29:10 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
In a flurry of hooves, muscle, pelts and hair, the two horses collided and Clythus was the one who hit the ground. His lithe and nibble form proved no match for the momentum and bulk of the other, ending up on his side in a cloud of dirt and dust from the ground of the training arena. Snorting once, the silver dapple buckskin male stood back up, hair in uneven rivers along his form, flooding the ground in all directions. His scar was exposed and his bridal was a mess upon his face. But that didn't matter. Panting, chest rising and falling quickly, the stallion looked up at the other.
Ears fell back as the irritated words hit the air. He had done what he had to, so the other would not hurt himself more. The quiet tremble of legs, the raspy voice and the heaving of breath all gave away the other males current state. "Sorry Sir." Clythus began, head lowering a bit. "I did what I thought was right. You where working yourself to the bone... I didn't want to see you hurt yourself."
As he, himself rose back up, Clythus felt a slight twinge in this shoulder and frowned with a wince. Either a pulled muscle or a sprain... Neither was good in the long run. A limping slave was not a pretty slave. Frowning he stretched the leg slightly, head suddenly shaking as he tried to put some order back to his mane, but it was no use. Too long to have a simple shake fix things. With a hard sigh he lifted the foot with the shoulder now protesting and let out a hard sigh.
"I'm truly sorry for bothering you, fellow slave. I just didn't want to see you get hurt..."
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Post by purrsain on May 20, 2017 14:09:45 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan sighed at the smaller stallions tone of voice, He didn’t mean to come off so harshly. He coughed a few times still trying to regain his breath “ Umm…. Thank you, for stopping me before I hurt myself permanently, I truly appreciate it. I’m sorry for running into you, and being nasty towards you when you were trying to help me. “ Athelstan said to the other horse, his voice full of regret for being nasty towards a fellow slave. He bowed his head apologetically to the silver dapple buckskin stallion.
Athelstan was slightly confused though, as to why this random stranger would be worried about him. He had never met this stallion in his life, why would he care about a random slave working himself to death. The only people who had cared about him were his twin sister and his master who is also his sister. His previous master only cared about him when he won fights.
Athelstan watched the other stallion wince as he lifted his leg testing his shoulder. He looked at him worriedly, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you when we collided?” he asked him quietly, “ Let me help you, some ice should help the shoulder, so you won’t be as sore… what is your name by the way?” The taller stallion finished trying to figure out who this was. He nervously shifted as he awaited the answers ”My name is Athelstan” He added quietly hoping that he hadn’t scared the other stallion off with his harsh tone.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 20, 2017 21:05:06 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Ears fell back, mane a mess, shoulder hurt and knowing now that he had stepped in where he shouldn't have. The perfect first impressions. Good job Clythus. Head lowered again as he tried the leg once more, flinching as the weight on him caused pain to shoot up his shoulder. "I hate to be a bother but it seems that way..." Voice groaned out, tones of pain perpetrating throughout it. Chancing another step, the stallion finally gave up, leg lifted up off the ground in a effort to ease the strain.
"Athelstan... I'm Clythus." It was getting hard to focus, much less hold a conversation. "Any help would be appreciated. My mistress will not be happy about this." Nuala, while understanding, would be more then a little peeved that he would need some time to heal and recover from a 'stupid' act. But he couldn't see another slave run themselves into the ground like that... Sighing hard he looked up at Athelstan and waited for him to step close. Help would be needed to get anywhere, they couldn't spend all day standing in the training grounds like this. For one that would look suspicious and two, the slave would never heal if he just stood like a statue and waited.
The journey to where ever the taller dapple grey stallion wanted to take him took a long time. The sun was setting, labour slaves lighting up the road with the lanterns to ease the darkness away. Clythus leaned on the other with his ground shoulder, limping quickly each time he had to set his front hoof onto the ground. He was so tired and realized just how sore he was by the time they go to where the other instructed him to go.
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