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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 7, 2017 13:02:10 GMT -6
Wild Side to an Innocent Face
Featuring Clythus and Axenus
Setting: Valore, Eithne
Time period: Not specified |
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 7, 2017 13:04:45 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
The sound of hooves rose in the air as the Chevalier crossed across the Gilded Bridge, each step taken heavy against the stones that pieced and held the structure together. Merchants along the bridge still sold their wares, stand upon stand lining the bridge that caught his attention, but barely gave them a second glance. Most were packing up, some already left, and there were those who still hoped to gain a few more pieces of gold for their pockets before night crept over Valore.
The night was not an ending to the day, not a call for sleep until the next morning. It was the best time to relax and hang out with friends or new faces; to drink, to play games. The casino was at the top of his list, eager to throw some money out at them and simply have fun. Of course, there was a little more he expected later that night if there was any lucky mare or stallion that caught his attention. It was as usual, nothing new for Axenus with his sexual cravings or acts. But then and again, how many people in the herd of Aodh didn’t act the same?
His mane and tail had been freed of any tangles, only ruffled softly by the wind that blew past, his coat washed away from any dust or dirt from his earlier work or practices so it practically shined, and his feathers brushed through to keep them neat as they danced along his legs with the steps he took. It wasn’t the only opportunity he took to make himself look presentable, to look pretty. The other horses looked and he enjoyed the attention. Showing off wasn’t the worst and he definitely didn’t believe himself to look terrible. If he caught the others looking, it certainly must prove what he believed to be true.
Word Count: 310 | Post #1 |
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Post by Disastercorn on May 9, 2017 12:26:09 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The Guilded Bridge seemed to be there the stallion found himself most nights, most days when not attending to the needs of his master, Altair (NPC). But his master was kind and just. He was activity searching for a new home for the male, but, Clythus secretly hoped it would be a long time before he found one. Soft colored hooves struck the bridge in a lazy way, his footing gentle, even on such hard stone. Clythus was a gentle creature, in all forms of the word. He never spoke out of term, never tried to get out of blame and always tried to make sure everyone around him was happy. It was not a good thing for a slave to have unhappy masters.
Today he had been given a small amount of allowance to go about and get something to eat or drink. A treat for a week well done. Yet, he had no idea what to do with the coin attached to his collar. He only knew of the pies at the far end of the bridge, or the shop that sold tea made of out the finest flowers. Other than that most stalls eluded him. Now, tonight, he was taking his time and looking through each one. Maybe something, somewhere would have a spot for him to spend this coin. Altair did not like it when he returned home with it. Most nights he would hand it off to a beggar or someone who looked like they needed it far more then he did. Like another servile or a labor slave. He was not against buying them food and sneaking it to them.
It was then, as the sun waned and the ground was sheltered in shadow that Clythus noticed the Chevalier nearly prance by. His ears perked up and he lifted his head from the table he was currently examining. A very muscled, very proud of himself Chevalier. The kind Clythus didn't normally interact with much. Yet for some reason tonight, he felt compelled. Surely a stallion like that would know where the best food and drink was. Maybe he wouldn't mind a slave stepping a bit out of line to ask a question about the city they lived in. "Excused me, sir?" He pipped up after stepping closer to the proud male. "I was curious if you could point me in the direction of your favorite food or drink stall?" Silver hair rippled as he walked up to him, covering his right side fully to hide the scar.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 10, 2017 10:51:05 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
The Chevalier’s ears twitched as a voice spoke up, catching his attention regardless of if he knew who was being spoken to. Still, he turned his head to peek over his shoulder, seeing that he was indeed the one the silver dappled stallion was talking to. Hm. Axenus stopped in midstep, turning around to face the slightly taller male to take a good look at him. He supposed a second wouldn’t interfere with his own plans, the casino not going to be closed within the time the male had stopped him to speak.
The collar and bridle at first caught his attention, after he’d admired for a brief moment their long and seemingly silky silver hair, before his gaze drifted down towards his shoulder where he saw it. Judging by the brand that was burned onto their skin, they were a slave. His head tipped to one side and he otherwise smiled, a friendly smile, towards the horse before him. If Axenus was anything, he was someone who wouldn’t mind being spoken up to by a slave. A majority of his friends were slaves and he enjoyed giving his time to them. Why should this one be any different?
“Axenus,” he spoke up, angling one of his hind legs in a resting position with the tip of his hoof against the stones. “My name is Axenus.” The slave’s question made him curious as well; why would he want to know which of the stalls here were his favourite for food or drink? Apart from possibly some sort of fruits or teas he occasionally bought, he didn’t often purchase from stalls. He glanced around, examining the few stalls that were close enough for him to see and those that were still up. “I do enjoy the fruit stalls for time to time,” he admitted. “Especially when they’re fresh and sweet, but… there are other places from which I purchase food and drink.” And those were the ones he preferred. The casino, the bars.
Once again his gaze fell upon their face, a questioning look on his face as his brows furrowed. To point them in the direction he was heading to? They looked so innocent, so pure. But a bit of fun never hurt anyone, no, and he could also grab the food and drink he was asking for. “I am actually heading over to Rag’s casino. I’m sure what you’re looking for, you can find there-- my treat,” he added as an offer, in case it would convince them to come with him if he was already thinking to turn away and search on his own. The slave needed to have some fun anyways, whether he actually joined in with a game or sat aside to watch.
Word Count: 457 | Post #2 |
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Post by Disastercorn on May 10, 2017 23:52:40 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It was strange for the slave to have spoken up and ask for someones attention. Stranger still for it to be a male such as Axenus. Clythus usually found himself tongue tied when talking to the Chevaliers. They where so much bigger than him, in stature, status and even height sometimes. He felt so small, even with his long legs and extended neck. A life as a slave would do that to anyone. Ears folded back, waiting for the male to say anything. He even ended up taking one small step back, at first assuming the other would ignore him.
But this was not the case.
As the soft blue eyes took in the silver dapple buckskin slaves form, Clythus felt himself almost calm down, watching the smile appear. Large ears then swiveled forward, head lifting once more as silver hair dragged up off the ground. The males name was given first and Clythus quickly burned that into his brain. "Axenus, I'm Clythus." He answered before the other could ask, voice soft but quick. Dual colored eyes lifted to look back over the stalls as the other male did so, about to make his bid farewell and venture off. Yet, Axenus gave pause and the taller male did as well. Head tipped slightly, silky silver hair rippling down to the ground and showing the large facial and neck scar just briefly. A flash from behind the veil.
"Other places?" It was evident the other was curious yet confused. Where else would one find the best foods but on the Guilded Bridge? It was clear the slaves knowledge of the workings in Valore was... sheltered to say the least. "Casino?" He couldn't help but lift his head fully, nostrils flaring at bit. A hoof rose, out of sheer astonishment and alarm, but also uneasiness. "Is... Is it safe?" He clearly knew so little and the stories he had been told of the Casinos and Bars had not been good. But... He needed to know more about this city! So he could help keep his current master and future masters informed of the places to go or stay away from.
Beige hoof slowly connected back down with the stones and the slave took a deep breath. "S-sure. I'll... I'd like to go." His voice shook without meaning too, but he was trying. A leap out of his comfort zone was like nothing else now.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 12, 2017 12:07:46 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
It was a behaviour that was all too common when he spoke to most slaves, the surprise that came with Axenus’s way of talking and acting around them. The friendliness, the worrying of their well being. He didn’t doubt that every slave would give him the same confused look if he spoke to them as if they weren’t slaves but an equal, which was how he saw them. He wouldn’t dare walk away or ignore them.
“Clythus,” he returned with the name given to him, his head dipping ever so slightly in a greeting. Still, he was curious about why the stallion wished to know of his favourite food stall of all people. Maybe he was a Chevalier, but he was nothing great-- Scratch that. Even Axenus didn’t believe that, but his choice of food? It wasn’t a question he asked when the silver dappled stallion’s mane brushed aside just barely, but enough for him to catch a glimpse of the side of his face and he realized it was meant to be hidden. What he saw seemed like an injury… a scar? A burn? His ears twitched as he peeled his gaze away, not wanting to stare. Everyone had stories and they would be shared if they felt it right. Ax refused to pry or bring anything up.
“The casino is as safe as it can be-- as any place can be. Anywhere you go, there could be fights or anything going on,” he explained, as obvious as it was. “Nothing I can’t handle.” The Chevalier was fearless and would jump in as soon as something went wrong or involved him (them). The side Clythus saw was nice, but it wasn’t guaranteed he wanted to see the side that was angry or intoxicated by alcohol. “Regardless,” he continued, stepping to the side before turning himself around. “It’s fun. Completely worth it, and you can find whatever food or drink it is you'd like.”
The champagne stallion waited patiently for the other male to come along with him, his tail swishing behind him and brushing up along the stones. It was too long to deal with, but it was much too pretty to chop off. He was stubborn when it came to his looks and assumed anyone would enjoy a long, silky mane and tail. He was definitely full of himself, obsessed even, but didn’t flaunt it at that exact moment. Clythus didn’t seem too sure about tagging along, that much was noticeable. Had he never been to a casino before?
Word Count: 421 | Post #3
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Post by Disastercorn on May 16, 2017 22:24:21 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus was... A little on edge now to say the least.
Head was kept lower then the Chavalier's, a trait taught to him from the many years of his rank. A rank he had been born into and unable to ever escape. But Clythus would never dream of escape. It wasn't in him. That thinking had been torn out of him as a child, as he was wiping up his fathers many drunken escapades. Head shook slightly, moving to step in time with the other. But never shoulder to shoulder. That was wrong. Made rippled down his body, head bobbing a little with each step. Long silver tail dragged, too heavy to lift, catching all sorts of dust and debris. Many times he would pause as an equine would trot over it, flinching involuntarily at the pull. But never would he raise his voice or complain.
Violet and teal colored eyes lifted to look up at the Chavalier. He was stunning, a fine champagne drink oozing with muscle and confidence. Everything Clythus lacked. His mane was dark as night, yet his body glistened like the cobblestone on a bright sunny day, washed over with splashes of white. There was no way a handsome stallion like this would find him attractive... Ears dropped gently at this internal realization. But a night out would be good for him. As they walked, the slave stayed mostly quiet, unsure what else to say or do. Axenus was the one in charge, clearly. Clythus was merely hanging on for the right. And it wasn't polite for a slave to start up conversation. Yet he needed to know about one thing.
"Do fights break out often at Casinos Axenus?"
He almost regretted speaking up. But, it was better to be safe then sorry. He had aggregated to go along but honestly he had no idea what he was walking into. The sun sank behind the skyline of Valore, leaving in it's wake torches lit up by the labor slaves, casting the city into a soft yellow glow, completely different from the day time. Subconsciously Clythus stepped closer to Axenus, feeling the darkness trickle in from all corners of his vision. He would never admit it out right but the darkness scared him. Shadows licked at his feet from every corner and the unease of the stallion grew. But, with a Chavalier by his side, what was the worst that could happen?
Word Count: 405 || Post #3 |
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 17, 2017 19:59:14 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
Axenus continued ahead, his hooves tapping lightly against the stones below. His eyes glanced off to the side, catching the slave walking just behind instead of next to him yet he never questioned his actions. If he felt more comfortable as he was, he would let him be. His head lifted slightly, held higher than before with his ears perked. The assumption he made was that he was too nervous to walk any closer, feeling it was only right for a slave to not walk up besides a horse who was higher up. The stallion never did mind, putting himself as an equal next to the slaves, but some needed to figure out for themselves that he was the way he was.
Another side glance was given in Clythus’s direction, head tilting to the question he was asked. It took him long enough to speak up, he thought to himself with a little grin. Such a shy, fragile little thing. Well, tall thing, but that was besides the point. He blew out a soft sigh, tossing words around in his mind as he worked out a way to give them their answer. Nothing that would… scare them away, hopefully.
“As often as fights break out anywhere in the world, sure. They can happen anywhere, so it’s not as if the casino is the only place you should be careful,” he explained. A decent enough answer, right? “But you do have your drunks or addicts that you need to watch-- alcohol does nobody any good.” Axenus would know from first hand experience, but it wasn’t something he got into. He was… difficult to pull from the alcohol and threw himself into fights as well, but when the horse besides him was already tense enough? What was he supposed to tell him? The last thing he wanted was for him to fear him as well as the idea of heading to the casino.
The dark was even a problem for Clythus, as hard as he tried to hide it. When he originally didn’t dare to walk by his side, the steps he took to get closer gave it all away. The Chevalier noticed right away, but pretended that it slipped by him. His gaze drifted off ahead, taking in the dark that was only lit up by the faint torches being put up. Not too far until they reached their destination. “Don’t worry too much though, alright?” he spoke up after another moment. “If something happens, just move away. Get to somewhere safe and don’t get involved. I’ll watch out for any problems.” Let the Chevalier do what he did best.
Word Count: 439 | Post #4 |
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Post by Disastercorn on May 19, 2017 2:39:42 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Easier said then done, the stallion thought to himself as they moved through the streets. It was hard enough to just get through a normal day at the market place, but to make his way through a casino with drunks and gamblers... The silver dapple buckskin male swallowed hard and laid his ears back a bit. Yet, there was no turning back now. Not when they where already so close to the destination ahead. He could see the brighter glow of the establishment within their path, a few yards down. It was hard to miss. Noise unlike any other the stallion had encountered before met his ears, causing his head to lift just slightly. Ears swiveled forward, listening to the ruckus that was ensuing.
Within a stones throw distance the doors to the building suddenly flew themselves open and another stallion was none to gracefully tossed out into the street in front of them. Clythus of course startled, stepping back, only to find himself pinned as he planted himself on his tail. A front hoof rose, pressing against his chest and pivoted himself a bit to use the other as shelter. Should he run? Axenus had said if something happened he should walk away. But this something was in their path. Directly where they needed to go... How could he walk away when they needed to go forward?
Duo colored eyes looked to the Chevalier, unsure what he should really be doing with himself now. This was all so new, all so out of his element. He was not meant to be here! The clearly drunk commoner stood with a string of curses, side stepping as his word pivoted that way then that way. He stumbled into a building and went to buck at it, his mind telling him it was another Chevalier telling him to go home. The last ones had not been so nice to him! "Bring me another!" He yelled, disoriented and unsure where he was anymore.
Body shook and trembled as the scene unfolded before him. Clythus had never witnessed anything like this before and it was rather terrifying to say the least. He had seen his father drunk and belligerent, but never like this. To blindly strike a rock hard surface... He could clearly break his legs doing that! Eyes flickered between the equine causing the slave to be scared and uneasy and up to the stallion by his side. Maybe Axenus would know what to do. He should, after all.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 20, 2017 23:59:14 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
Silence fell between the two stallions once more on their little trek to the casino, Ax paying no mind to how Clythus was being so worried. He’d allow him to let it all out. Besides, maybe once they arrived he would realize that it wasn’t all that bad and that he needed to get out more. Have fun, live life. Those sort of things, however much was allowed by his master. It could be nerve wrecking to some, but it could change with one glance or a glass of alcohol.
And there it was. Up ahead, the building stood and his excitement perked up. They were going to have fun, he was sure of it. He’d show the slave a good time-- only, the drunk that got tossed out the doors seemed to have different plans and decided to make a bad first impression of the place. Not that what he’d told Clythus about it hadn’t been enough, but he was going to be even more nervous now. A brow raised at the taller stallion at his side, blue eyes peering back over at the drunken commoner throwing a fit and demanding more alcohol. It reminded him of himself in more ways than one.
Clythus had been told to walk away should anything happen, but so soon? They hadn’t even gotten a drink or played any games yet. He could easily kick the drunk commoner’s ass, send him home or shove him aside to make way for the Chevalier and the slave. There was an amused smile curling up the corners of his mouth. He could, but the stallion also needed to learn. Not all the world was filled with good and there would be other situations like the one just then. He took a step into the silver dappled buckskin, motioning with his head to the side.
“Maybe I should have brought you somewhere easier, somewhere more calm.” But his words were not his actions and they weren’t heading away, only around the building. “Come. There’s a backway we could use to get in.” His words were hushed, his steps careful as he moved away from the scene the drunk was making and ensuring that he didn’t try anything with either of them. Gods knew that Clythus certainly didn’t need anymore horrors on right after the other. Was he even still with him? A peek over his shoulder and he saw that they, surprisingly, hadn’t scurried away.
Word Count: 408 | Post #5 |
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Post by Disastercorn on May 21, 2017 0:27:23 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The scene before him shouldn't have startled him as much as it did. But Clythus was a gentle soul and to see someone so poisoned with the drink, so angry and so hateful... It was not a scene the equine was sure he wanted to see again. As the other stepped towards him, the equine made sure to side step out of his way and follow close. The others words where contradictory to his actions. Leading him forward rather then back and towards the building rather then away. A back entrance... How would that go over with the equines who owned the building? Well there wasn't much time to think on it as the door was opened and they both stepped through.
It seemed they had arrived in the kitchen, the doors rusted and barely hanging on. But they where a barrier, of sorts. The silver stallion watched the champagne buckskin trot easily into the place. It seemed Axenus knew most everyone in the back. How often did he come here? Head was low until he realized his mane was dragging through all sorts of liquids and matter scattered on the floor. A flinch settled over his face at the thought of what it would be like to wash later that night. He would be up for at least an extra hour, making sure his Mistress didn't have to see it.
Swallowing hard Clythus still followed and soon enough the main establishment was presented before him. The bustling atmosphere rung loudly in his ears, the many equines who took to the drink and seemed to be playing cards and other sorts of table games had piles of money and wares stacked in the middle. Clythus had never gambled and the concept was more then foreign to him. Again he followed, trying to make himself as small as possible. Yet with a height and stature like his own, that was nearly impossible. They eventually took to a table unclaimed and the male sat down hard on the bench. It was clear he was overwhelmed and way out of his element. His eyes where wide and glazed a bit over, seeming to be a bit over stimulated. Ears where back, in almost an angry pose. Maybe this was too much for his sheltered and naive mind?
"H-how about a drink? Anything... At this point I think I need it." What a surprise! Maybe Axenus could salvage this night after all!
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Post by corruptedcorvid on May 30, 2017 14:36:31 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
It was easy to get in from the back way and into the building, filled with the bunch of gamblers and drunks Axenus was so used to. Of course he was a normal customer, loving the games, the drinks and the company. None of it scared him, the angry and violent horses a normal occurrence in such a place. Plus, a Chevalier was supposed to be brave and strong. What would people think of him if he was the one to cower and hide from a voice being raised, threats being made and fights breaking out? Not very good thoughts, surely.
All the way to the table they eventually sat at, Ax was quiet. His eyes searched for a particular owner he enjoyed seeing on the days or nights he happened to be around. To his disappointment, they were not there for him to exchange a greeting or a few words. Ears flattened slightly, but it easily passed before his attention was on Clythus once again. The poor boy, so out of place in this world so new. Was it wrong to be just a little bit excited? He dragged such a jumpy horse to the casino of all places, a slave at that. There was no fun without some sort of trouble and this was a good experience for them.
Ax scooted closer to him on the bench, leaning in to whisper, “Relax, you’re going to be fine.” How many times was he going to remind him of it? Too many times was his bet and he was sure he was going to win that one despite how his luck usually crapped out. His ears immediately perked up to Clythus rushing in to suggesting a drink, honestly surprised he’d be the one to go for it. In the Chevalier’s head, he was the one basically pouring the liquid down the other stallion’s throat (not literally).
“Right to it,” he mused under his breath, not helping the smile on his face. “How exciting.” He fixed himself in his seat, sitting straighter as he called to the bartender who was wiping down glasses to order them a couple drinks. Rum was always a good one; he doubted the slave ever had good rum, if he’d ever had alcohol at all. This was just a night to let loose, have fun and try new things. Who could ever turn an opportunity down?
Word Count: 400 | Post #6 |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 4, 2017 13:20:02 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The noise of the bar, glasses clinking, voices loud and bombing, cutlery chiming. It was almost hard to think much less pay attention to Axenus. But... This was good for him right? To expand his experiences? Venture into new places, see the city completely... The silver dapple stallion felt his ears fold away from the booming voice of the chevalier as he called the bar keeps attention their way. Large dual colored eyes looked up at the rather large and gruff male who took their order with nothing more then a nod and went back to the large slab of stone. Head dropped again and the male shook it once, trying to jumble his thoughts into some sort of order within his disorganized and over stimulated mind.
"Do... You come here often?" He finally voiced after some time had passed. It seemed the noise really was something the male was having trouble with. But he was trying. Since it was all so new, he felt he was doing rather well. He hadn't run away yet after all. His hoof dragged his tail further under the table, again trying not to think of the dirt and grime it was gathering from the ground. He would have to spend hours cleaning it and then brushing it. Again, he was trying not to think about it, it would only make his hide crawl if he did.
With a clang, Clythus nearly jumped out of his seat as the bar keep placed their drinks on the table and left, leaving the silver stallion gasping for breath out of fright. A bit jumpy, for sure. Using his Teke he picked up one of the glasses, took a sniff and the frowned. "You sure this will taste good?" He spoke softly, trying to trust the champagne stallion who sat beside him. He'd come all this way, so why not trust him some more.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jun 4, 2017 18:02:42 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
His own blue eyes laid upon the silver dapple stallion besides him, watching him with the smile still on his lips, curled up with a slight hint of amusement. The sound was loud for those not used to the kind of environment they were in, he understood. Their ears had to get used to it and then they wouldn’t be as sensitive. His own ears twitched, flicking forward to the bartender who was preparing drinks for them in glasses that had been cleaned and wiped out. It was kind of cute how Clythus jumped at every little sound, reminding him a bit of his own friend who got nervous too easily.
“I do come around quite a lot,” he admitted with low chuckle, watching him shove strands of his tail that strayed away under the table. Why didn’t he just tie it up if it was too long and all over the place? A braid or bun would work out best if it became a problem too often. His own did, but he never could bring himself to tie it up when it was soft and silky and looked better left down. Let the rest of the world admire it as he did. “It’s a good place to pass the time, have fun, meet people. All that. And, if you’re that kind of person, it’s a good place to spend your money.” In hopes to earn more. Yeah. One can dream.
The bartender caught his attention, his eyes falling onto the glasses that were set on the table for them. His telekinesis was used to grip the cup, lifting it up part way. “It depends on the person, what you like. If you’ve never had alcohol, just a heads up? It’s strong and it burns going down. Cheers.” Axenus clinked his glass against the slave’s glass, grinning at him as he brought the glass to his lips and took a long sip. Would he be able to handle the rum? That sure would be an interesting thing to see.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 12, 2017 0:12:38 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
He analyzed the glass, staring at the amber liquid situated in the object. Swallowing hard he rose his up off the table and shivered once. "Cheers." Clythus responded oh so exuberantly before he placed the rim at his lips and tipped up the glass. The warning had not been wrong. The liquid was fowl and burned every part of his throat as he frantically tried to swallow past the awful horrid taste. Teke settled the glass down hard on the table, bending over it as he coughed and tried to get his burning esophagus under control. Eyes watered and the stallion turned his head to cough hard into the corner.
Eventually he was able to get his breathing under control and panted as his head turned back to the table. "T-that's really your drink of choice?" With a rough voice and a quick glance he grabbed up a glass of water that had randomly appeared on the table during his near death experience. Downing the liquid he felt his eyes widen. That was not water! He choked and gagged around the taste and surprise of the water being not water. His throat would be so sore tomorrow!
Yet this coughing fit was much more controllable and a small chuckle from the barkeep spoke volumes. That had been a gift, though a gift the stallion had not wanted exactly. Panting he laid his chin down on the table and whimpered. "W-what was that?" Dual colored eyes looked up to Axenus, almost scared to know the answer. Yet... His worries suddenly started to lift. Could it be working that fast already?
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jun 13, 2017 16:20:50 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
Axenus, as expected, had no problem downing the liquid in a long swig. Like he’d warned, it definitely burned going down, but it was warm and made him feel good. His ears twitched, his glass lowering and his eyes once again resting upon the poor stallion who choked over one sip. First time having alcohol? He licked his lips slowly, a smug little grin crossing his face. “I sure don’t see any other drinks worth putting in my mouth. If it’s not alcohol, I won’t drink it.” Except water which he did have here and there, but even he believed his body was made of more alcohol than it was water or anything else.
“You can’t tell me it was that bad, Clythus. You just aren’t used to it, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang--” His words cut off, the stallion besides him picking up a drink that neither of them had ordered. That wasn’t-- Yeah. His eyes blinked a couple times, watching him practically hack up a lung. Had he ever seen someone this bad? Doubtful. The Chevalier’s head shook slowly, glancing at the bartender whom he ordered another two drinks from; lighter drinks this time, to give his friend some practice perhaps.
“I would bet my money and say that maybe it was alcohol. Am I right?” Assuming that was what he wanted to know. His look was innocent, but he was nice enough to order Clythus a glass of water as well to soothe his burning throat. Perhaps several would have been smarter, or informing the bartender to just keep them coming so Axenus wouldn’t have blood on his hooves. He leaned closer and nudged his muzzle against his face, an act of comfort.
“Don’t take more than you can unless you’re ready for its effects. If you haven’t gotten drunk before, I’ll tell you: it’s one Hell of a ride.” Since the Chevalier wasn’t always an ass, another friendly warning was only fair. What happened afterwards was only up to Clythus. It was all that he offered him before lifting up his fresh glass of alcohol, a mumble of thanks to the bartender before sipping slowly at it.
Word Count: 363 | Post #8 |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 21, 2017 14:19:28 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Eyes dropped closed, feeling his stomach churn and his body float? Weird... Breathing a bit easier, the teal and purple eyes closed, feeling the warm breath from the others nose wash over his face. It felt good, felt good to be close to someone right now. Head lifted, almost like it was filled with lead and the stallion swayed just a little bit. "W-whatever this feeling is... It's awesome..." The silver dappled male stammered. He felt like he was floating! Or at least half floating and half sinking. His brain was so free... It wasn't being weighted down by social pressures and self perceived notions.
As the other male sat back up, Clythus tried to do the same, eventually leaning on him as he sipped from his glass. "Actually... This isn't so bad." He stated, rather happy and relaxed compared to the previous few minutes. He drank the water, switching between it and the drinks in front of him. The rum was finished and shortly after the vodka was shot back. Soon the stallion was working on his third and singing along happily with the songs happening throughout the bar. He was really enjoying himself and even let his hair be tied up a bit by the Chevalier, showing off his scar with ease.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jun 29, 2017 19:00:39 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
Before they began drinking, he bet in his head that Clythus would be hit quickly by the alcohol. By the looks of it, the way he was talking and acting, it seemed he was already heading in that direction. Was it the first or the second? Or even the third that intoxicated him? “It always is. Just a couple of drinks and you wash away any worries for some time.” Had that been why he started drinking? Or was he just so bored with his life that he wanted to add some interest in it? As if he would remember, but he didn’t worry about it too much. He was smiling and laughing, the other stallion bringing it out of him when he saw how much he was enjoying his time.
His alcohol didn’t go down as fast this time around, finishing slowly before getting another round of drinks. They came here to have fun, but he worried how well the slave would be able to take care of himself if he ended up getting drunk as well. Someone had to watch over him, didn’t they? A drunk Chevalier wasn’t going to be the best person for that, not if he ended up getting into trouble. “It’s a lot of fun now-- the alcohol may mess you up tomorrow, but it’s definitely worth it. How often do you have this much fun?” he asked, allowing the male to lean against him with a soft sigh that escaped from him.
In the end, he decided screw it. What could possibly go wrong if they were both under alcohol’s influence? No one would remember a thing the next day, so down the alcohol went. Clythus’s singing made his ears twitch with amusement, his head turning to watch him with that smile still on his face. What caught his attention was how his hair was pushed back after he’d nudged him, the scar along his face now more exposed to his eyes. There was a story behind it, there had to be. Would he share it with him, or…?
He realized he was staring, but he wouldn't pull his gaze away. The scar wasn’t ugly, no, and he assumed it might have been why Clythus always covered the side of his face. A scar didn’t make anyone, it really only showed how much someone had been through and how strong they were. His blue eyes drifted along the length of the scar and to the stallion’s eyes, genuinely curious but also understanding if he didn’t want to talk about it. Hell, they didn’t even know each other. They were just two horses who happened to bump into one another on the bridge and went in the same direction for some fun. To go into something so deep and personal? It would be amazing if he didn’t look like an ass for wanting to know.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 3, 2017 0:44:31 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It was strange to let down his hair and yet have it be tied back at the same time. The veil that clouded his right eye was lifted and the silver stallion looked over the bar with new found vision. His teke tied up the long strands, using his collar to hold them back and out of the way. He forgot, for that short time, that his scar was visible and rather predominate on his face. It was why he kept his hair so long in the first place. At least that was what he told himself.
As the song ended, the stallion turned his head only to see Axenus staring at his right side. A chill ran through him and what influence the alcohol had had was gone in an instant. His hair was quickly let back down and the silver male turned his head away. Someone had seen, fully, his shame and tarnished side. Nuala had tried for days to get the stallion to allow his hair up to show off the scar but he only ever felt more and more uncomfortable the longer it was exposed.
He was blemished. Sullied.
He wasn't perfect. Perfection was everything as a slave.
He swallowed hard and picked up the water, taking a couple quick sips before finally speaking. "Sorry you had to see that..." He whispered, feeling upset and angry that he had let that happen. He shook his head, rippling the silver mane along his neck and side. "It's one of the reasons I was recently sold. Servile slaves need to be perfect. Because of that, I am no longer perfect. I am mullied, used." He spoke of himself as if he was a product, an item. In all essences he was. It was all he knew. If he was not everything his master needed physically and mentally, then he was no longer useful and useful things ended up being discarded.
He dropped his head and swallowed hard, eyes closing. "I understand if you wish for me to leave your presence..."
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 3, 2017 19:47:09 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
His ears flicked back against his skull as the other male realized he’d been staring, a feeling of guilt washing across his face. It was definitely a touchy subject, regardless if it’d been brought up or not. Clythus reacted that bad from him just looking, how would he react if he made him talk about it? He licked his lips slowly, uncomfortably before turning his head to stare down at his then empty glass. How shitty must he have made him feel? Some people were self conscious about such injuries while others wore them with pride. This one? There was no confidence that he could see in him, not one bit.
The words Clythus spoke kept his attention yet his gaze stayed on the empty glass as if it was suddenly very interesting. A fuller glass might have been, but he didn’t call upon the bartender to retrieve another drink for him. At least he understood why the slave hated his scar, another sigh being exhaled as he thought of words to say. What could he say?
“I wasn’t looking out of disgust,” he explained, slowly with one hoof slowly dragging along the countertop. Invisible designs and absent scribbling to keep his focus. “I got curious because you only ever hide it, so when I saw it it only made me wonder. Every scar has got a story behind it, and yours definitely interested me-- I’m not sorry I saw it. You shouldn’t be either.” He set his hoof down and turned his body, facing the stallion once again. Could they not have gotten drunk rather than having to go on about that? The poor boy looked seriously upset and it wasn’t the kind of night he wanted to show him. Still, he continued.
“You are not your scar, Clythus. So what if some people can't handle it? I say let them think what they want,” he told him, rather stern if anything. “Don’t let them decide how you feel. Scars may not always be wanted, but they aren’t ugly. Don’t hide it, embrace it.” There was an anger behind his words he tried not to show, disgusted even on the way people looked at slaves. It was no wonder he felt shame when his scar was exposed, tossed around like an item because of an incident that had given him such a scar. His jaw tensed, teeth grinding together with the annoyance he felt.
“I don’t ever want to hear those words leave your mouth again,” he said in a rather flat tone. He shouldn’t be stepping all over himself the way he did. Surely it wasn’t healthy. Axenus disliked it, as demanding as he may have sounded. “I don’t care about your scar, I don't care about your brand. If I had wanted you to leave my presence, I would not have invited you out. So now. We’re here to have fun--” He seemed to relax, even if just a bit. He gave the other stallion a gentle nudge against his shoulder, hoping he would calm down and forget about the entire last few moments. “Aren’t we?”
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 7, 2017 1:11:14 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
He felt himself shrinking. Whatever effects the drinks had had on him was washed away as if an ice cold bucket of water was dumped over his head. Ears folded back and the stallion only dropped his head more. "I-I don't mind talk about it, if you'd only asked-" Yet as the Chevalier kept talking, Clythus felt himself shrinking even more. Axenus wouldn't get it. He wouldn't understand. He wasn't a slave! He wasn't judged and valued on looks and actions as if his life depended on it. He didn't have the threat of being sold to the city as a labour slave to work away and die!
Tears suddenly leapt to his eyes as the male turned on Axenus, a hidden rage bubbling deep inside. He didn't understand! He snapped his teeth forward, lunging at him but at a safe distance as his hair turned into almost a weaving mass around him. "You are no slave! You do not have your worth dangled in front of your face daily. As a slave, EVERYTHING we have and do depends on what others think of us!" He panted, realizing he had raised his voice and lunged toward a chevalier of all horses. Eyes widened and a wave of fear and dread washed through him, pooling in his stomach. He felt sick, but in a 'Ive just fucked up and my mistress is going to kill me if she finds out' then an 'the drink isn't agreeing with me'. But for all intense and purposes it could have been both. Or one.
"I am an object. I am nothing more then an accessory to make someone else's life easier and happier." He backed away from the table, tears falling as he paled. He bowed low to the ground, uncaring how dirty his knees and mane would be. "I am sorry I raised my voice and I am deeply sorry for lunging in anger. I... I should be going. If you seek retributions for these actions my mistress's name is Nuala." With that he rose and attempted to leave. Head was low, tears falling as he grit his teeth. He had messed up... More then he had in a long time. He could only imagine what sort of tongue lashing he would get from the mare if and when she found out.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 7, 2017 15:15:23 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
He never got a chance to explain how he would have rather not been rude than to pry such an explanation from something so sensitive, not unless he wanted to speak up first. He hadn’t meant to stare, but it’d been out in the open and his eyes were drawn towards it… And then the other stallion snapped at him, lunging with his teeth right in his direction. Axenus barely flinched, his eyes slowly drifting away from the slave he’d upset so greatly. It hadn’t been his intent, though he acted as if he wasn’t affected at all. No, he wasn’t a slave. He wouldn’t understand as much of a slave would, but he saw it in the herd and he despised it. He wanted it gone.
“It depends on what others think. So what about what I think? And what some others may think?” he asked, ignoring the fact that they were still in a bar and that other probably had stopped to watch. It always happened, as soon as a hoof was raised or voice snapped, everyone got nosy and suddenly felt as if it was their business. “You’re not an item, but I am one among many.” What would his words do for the slave? Seeing as he’d already angered him, he didn’t believe it would do much for him. Maybe get him another set of teeth if he was lucky, but nothing more.
Clythus’s hooves against the wood let him know he’d moved away without him turning to look, his jaw tense. It was what he got for being too nice, he figured. He tried to tell the slave he saw him as more but why would his words matter? He was a Chevalier and the silver dapple stallion was a slave. His head shook in frustration, hair ending up a mess along his neck as he scooted off his seat and walked after Clythus.
“I don’t know what kind of person you think I am,” he spoke up, stepping in front of them and staring down at them. There was annoyance in his eyes but also a softness in them for the slave. “I don’t care who your owner is, their name means nothing. I am not unkind, Clythus, and I would never wish punishment against your kind. Bite me, beat me, raise your voice.” If it were anyone else, he would have no problem tearing out their throat, but against a slave? The most he could see himself doing, if he chose to, was raise his own tone a notch, but laying a hoof on them? Getting someone else to do it? It was sickening.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 12, 2017 0:23:18 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The cold night air washed over him, gripping his skin and tightening it. It was what he deserved, to be bathed in cold water and left out in the cold to dry. He'd lost his tempter with a higher up. A chevalier. He was a slave... They should never act as he did. More tears fell as he walked out of the bar, hair a tangled disgusting mess at his side. He deserved no less. Though, at the sound of footsteps, ears flattened and the slave felt a sick fear pool in his stomach. He was going to be punished... Axenus easily stepped in front of him, blocking his path completely and the slave kept his nose to the ground, eyes unable to meet his as the tears continued to flow. The voice of the other washed over him, feeling the hoof step forward and Clythus did all he could to not flinch away.
"I have only just met you..." He whispered, letting his own words die on his tongue. Of course the chevalier would think he was better then him. Claiming his emotions where unprecedented. Clythus was no stranger to the blame that was being laid before him. It was his fault he was upset. It was his fault he felt that way. With a hard swallow the silver stallion shook his head slowly.
"How am I to know this? We have just met... If you are that kind to slaves then you are as rare as a kirin. A myth. A fantasy. How am I to know this about you?" He didn't look up and turned his head to try to hide his tears but instead his mane pulled along the ground, exposing the large scar over his right eye. "When all my life, I have been told I have been a gift to others, to ease their way in life, to not be a burden or I may be sold to a life I cannot handle, how... How do you expect me to just put all that aside and see the 'good' in every equine? I am not that Naive. I am not that gullible." Clythus swallowed hard and moved to bow again, knees pressing into the ground as he bowed his head, forehead nearly pushing on the ground. He didn't know what to do anymore and he wasn't sure he could save this night. His outburst was more then punishable... If only Axenus could be like all the others, Clythus wouldn't be so confused and lost at this moment.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 18, 2017 1:28:53 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
He stood in front of the slave, head high and slightly tipped to one side as he watched them bow to the ground and pretty much cower there. They were crying and there was a guilty feeling in the Chevalier’s chest. This wasn’t what he wanted at all, yet he stayed relax, his eyes a gentle blue that watched over the stallion in front of him.
Clythus was right, they had only just met. There was nothing that he could possibly know about him unless he’d seen it or he’d told him. An ear twitched, his mane ruffling and blowing along his neck and into his face as the wind past them gently. “How many people do you see that are kind to a slave that walks to them and speaks without being spoken to? How many of those happily take them along to get a drink or some food, or anywhere at all? What person is kind to a slave that snaps their teeth at them?” he asked, more demanding if anything, while his tone remained calm. He didn’t see it too often. Like Clythus said: as rare as a Kirin.
“What I see a lot of is harsh and cruel looks towards a slave in a non-slave’s presence. I see them get yelled at for supposedly walking too close or getting in their way, or talking when they aren’t supposed to. You tell me when I have done either of those and then maybe I can see where you’re going at,” he said, placing one hoof forward cautiously. “Not everyone is like that, I don’t know a lot who care for slaves, but since you couldn’t tell I’ll let you know that I’m not them. I am a friend if you wish for it.”
But was it enough for him? Did he need more convincing or were his words unwanted? Would he raise his voice or lunge again for Axenus trying to be nice? He didn’t understand. His head shook, slowly lowering and his nose nearly brushing the stones as he took his steps forward to give the slave a nudge against his neck. “Head up, Clythus. Wipe those tears away and lift your head.” It was ok. It’s been ok even after he tried to attack and it’d been ok the entire night.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 26, 2017 12:33:24 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Axenus was still there. He wasn’t trying to leave or yell at him. At least not yet. The male remained kneeling, with his head to the ground as the Chevalier stepped ever closer. As the other spoke about how the night had gone in terms of the higher ranking equines actions, Clythus flinched. He got it. He understood. He’d fucked up… Ears flattened more and tears slipped down more as he grit his teeth. Axenus wasn’t yelling, but he might as well have with the way he was talking. Throwing the night they had been having back into the slave's face. Clythus just wanted to run home, bury his face in Nuala’s shoulder and beg for forgiveness.
Axenus just couldn’t see it. Couldn’t see the way he was normally treated and so the slave defaulted to being on his best behavior, being kind and soft and muted or else he would be punished or yelled at. Then the Chevalier had to gull to throw ‘how kind’ he had been into Clythus’s face like he was some sort of ignorant fool. A hidden rage bubbled up in the stallion. His reputation had been on reading a situation and responding to it in fashion that worked in his and his master’s favor. Right now, Axenus was parading himself around as the hero, using terms and sentences that bit into the slave's very being. He was not blind. He knew the Chevalier had been a kind sole, but that did not excuse his words and how he spoke.
Tears had long since dried and the stallion just wanted to be excused so he could go home. He was done with this night, done with this situation. As much as the silver slave had no confidence, when it came to what he was good at and what kept him out of the city slaves and the pits, his confidence soared. He knew he was an excellent slave and would not have a chevalier questioning and ridiculing that side of him.
Though as the other stepped close, the male tensed more, his body ready for a bite or a kick, even a stomp. Yet none came. Instead he felt the warm breath from the others nose wash over his neck and cascade down onto the stones below him. The action calmed his inner rage, his inner fury at the way Axenus spoke. He meant well… He might not have been the most tactful of equines but he was trying to mean well and show kindness where kindness was scarce. Shifting slow, the slave stood, his knees angry and sore from how long he had remained bowing.
Dual colored eyes lifted to look over the others face, trying to find any malice and he found none. A slow hard deep breath was pushed from his chest, head shaking to settle his sullied mane back into place. “Do you think they’ll let us back in?” He asked softly. He had been enjoying the night. Maybe the alcohol did more than the stallion thought.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 26, 2017 13:12:57 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
What Axenus couldn’t see was why his words seemed so unwanted. Was it wrong to try and make a slave see better in themselves rather than as an object or useless as many saw them to be? Nothing but a puppet to control by the strings they attached to them and do as they pleased. Was it what Clythus wanted? For him to step all over him like many probably did? He didn’t like it and he refused, even if he looked like a jerk or an idiot in the slave’s eyes. It was who he was, as much as his usage of words might not have been the best. He was a Chevalier, his fighting skills better than his talking skills here and there. Yet, Phoebe never had a problem with the words he said. Grange had been confused but none of the other slaves snapped or attacked.
He wanted to make things better, but he was unsure of how to do that. He took a step back when Clythus finally looked up at him, allowing for him to raise from his knees while he turned words over in his head that he didn’t dare speak aloud. Did he really want to head back inside the casino? There was a look of doubt on his face, eyes looking past the slave to the building that stood not too far from where they stood.
“You’re allowed to come and go as you please,” he responded, tail swishing slowly behind him. “But we also don’t need to go back in there-- I mean, there are other places if you’d prefer.” Plus, he wouldn’t want the others to stare after the little show they put on. Not so much for his sake as it was for Clythus’s own, hoping he didn’t end up feeling uncomfortable again like he did before they entered to begin with. He would even allow for him to go home if he pleased, not expecting him to stick around. The decision was up for him in the end.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 26, 2017 13:17:33 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The silver stallion felt that is Axenus was trying, he needed to try too. This night wasn’t over and the male didn’t want it to end like this. He wanted, needed, friends. It felt wrong to damn this chevalier because of his tactfulness. With a small breath he glanced to the establishment before looking back at the ground. Ears swiveled out to the sides. “Probably a good idea to go somewhere else…” He had after all lunged at the higher ranking horse and didn’t want to possibly get in more trouble. With a small breath his head lifted, silver strands rising from the ground in cascading waves.
A tiny smile fluttered over his lips. “Do you know if… We can get to the water from here?” Clythus hadn’t been to the beaches in what felt like an eternity and actually missed placing his hooves in the salty warm sea water. With Nuala being his owner now you would think he would visit the sandy water ridden locations frequently, but it seemed Nuala liked to have her time alone there. Without him. Clythus didn't mind it but he did miss the ocean. He loved the soothing shushing of the waves as the tumbled and tucked the sand along the coast. “I think my hair might need a soak…” A blush filtered over his cheeks, eyes drifting down.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jul 27, 2017 15:13:15 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
He didn’t expect for Clythus to want to go back into the Casino or to make him go at all. There were other nights, though he did realize the slave never got the food he did ask for in the first place. For Axenus, there was always another night to mess around or toss his money away for such a useless reason, so he at least hoped there was a vendor or two around at that time at night. Maybe Clythus would be grateful for an apple or some sort of treat he really wanted…
The water? Their request surprised the Chevalier, blue eyes widening slightly as his brows lifted. The smile on their face seemed hopeful and he didn’t want to crush his dreams by turning him down.”Well,” he started, turning his head to peek over his shoulder before glancing off in another direction briefly. Surely they could get down to the water, he thought. Why couldn’t they? It wasn’t often Axenus went to begin with, but he could make an exception for them. “We can most certainly try. I think I could use a stroll by the water,” he admitted.
His head tilted, eyes examining the slave’s hair that was possibly tangled and messy from their little escapade, and he couldn’t help the soft laugh that rose in his throat. “Oh, Clythus. You can soak in the water if you really need to,” he teased, nodding off to the side. “Come then. Let’s go see how we can get down to the water.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 6, 2017 1:00:10 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It was salvageable.
He felt the vibe around them lift, all tension and anger vanishing in the moments after he had asked about the water. As he took to the Chevaliers side, Clythus lifted his head a bit higher. He didn't feel as self conscious around the other now. With that came the ability to act sort of like a normal horse. And the silver stallion felt his self confidence rise, even just slightly.
As they walked, he looked around them, eyes flickering to the ground. He was sure it would take a while, since the water was only accessible from specific areas. Plus there was no way he would get in trouble heading down to it with a Chevalier at his side. Lips parted and Clythus decided to speak. "Would... You like to hear about my scar?" He asked softly, dual colored eyes lifting to look over the others face.
"It's not a horrible story or anything like that. I got it protecting my previous master..." He dropped his gaze again, flicking his head and neck to shake the mane to his other side and show off the mark. It felt... Wrong to do so, but he trusted Axenus now for some reason. Why not confide in him about the events that had happened.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Aug 12, 2017 12:16:38 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
It’d been all he wanted from the beginning, for Clythus to feel comfortable. He was a slave yet he didn’t want him to feel as if all he was was property, that it was his only purpose, and definitely to not feel ashamed for it or the scar he kept hidden. Change? Axenus definitely didn’t expect him to, but he wanted to know that he was a friend if he needed one, one he could actually be normal around. So when they walked, he definitely noticed the sudden change in the horse’s attitude that brought his attention back to him.
“Your scar,” he repeated, lips pressing into a thin line. Was he really sure he wanted to talk about it? His ears flicked back, watching Clythus with curious eyes. The scar was made visible when he shook his mane out of the way, his gaze lowering to take it in one more, this time with permission from the other. The poor boy, skin previously damaged and only healing enough that it was no longer wounded, but leaving a mark as a reminder in its place. It was from trying to protect his previous owner. It made sense, Clythus seeming like such an obedient horse to begin with, though his first thoughts were that he’d been beaten or worse.
“Well,” he started again, looking ahead as he followed a road that he felt would be easier to get down to the water. It was getting late and he wondered if he would have to return to his master soon. “I would like to hear whatever you’d tell me about it. But please-- promise me you won’t try to bite me again?” It was a tease, a smile on his face as he stepped closer for a gentle nudge against his shoulder. “As much as I like it when others get feisty, I’d rather not have to explain I’d been bitten by a slave.” Not if he walked back into the barracks with a chunk missing from him. The last thing he wanted was for Clythus to get punished if they found out he attacked a higher up.
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