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Post by Disastercorn on May 20, 2017 21:57:15 GMT -6
NURIKO
Whispers.
Rumors.
Fear.
The minds of the herd, driven mad with suspicions. Word traveled quickly inside the tunnels, leaping softly off the gems to deliver messages unseen to keen and well kept ears. A light deep blue Teke adjusted the robes from in front of his mirror, laying them precisely against his freshly groomed body. An eyeliner brush swept gracefully over lidded eyelids, emphasizing his look. Multi colored hair was brushed and straightened, mane wound up in neat tight buns along his neck. He needed to look his part, an air of authority and elegance slowly oozing into every crevice of his room. Today he was going to find out. Today he would help his herd, more then he had before. The death bringers rumors would be put to rest, once and for all. The king would know and his own intelligent mind would finally put a face to the horrific atrocities that had nearly decimated his herd, all those years ago.
Nuriko could not, would not, stand by and let his herd hide in fear. Let them cling to the shadows and tunnels, allowing a new bred of equine to take over again! They had come so far, worked so hard for what they had. These fire breathers would not take that from them. A heavy hard breath pushed from his chest, head lifting to hold his chin high but with a slight dip down. He could not appear to arrogant. Arrogance was ugly. He, was beautiful.
With one last look over in the mirror, Nuriko finally deemed himself ready for a public appearance and took his first step out of his home. Walking through Nariah was slow going. He was stopped often, something the Rocky Mountain Roan expected. But he was not prepared for the demands to answers he did not know, Not yet anyways. He did his best to quell anxious and fearful minds, calming the angry words and demands of those showing their fear in another way completely. He walked away from each situation, looking all the better and finally, finally arrived at the door said to house the blaspheme within his home, his herd.
Another breath was taken, to clear his swelling mind and calm his inner emotions. No one must know what you truly feel on the inside. Mysteries for others to long to know. A perfectly sculpted hoof rose, tapping softly but firmly against the opaque barrier in front of him. He would surely know now, his own mind would be topped with new information to better serve his herd. He was nothing without them after all. Head lifted again, eyes taking in each and every small detail of the outside of the home. Chipped paint, well kept plants, swept walkway gave away much about someone.
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Post by JourneyHorse on May 20, 2017 23:04:27 GMT -6
Mairon
Fire and heat. Soot and sweat. With a sigh the kirin torn his eyes from the glowing metal before him and leaned back. There was a strain in his neck. Mairon wasn't sure how long he had been working, the fire had been fed around three times so it must have been several hours. With a clink of metal he set down his hammer and moved to the water bucket next to the heavy anvil. The water was cool in comparison to the heat that radiated mercilessly from the fire. He splashed it liberally over his head, feeling the water droplets trickle down his neck and drip from the ends of his mane.
A noise, a hushed whisper, Mairon glanced up sharply to see a group of young horses duck back out of sight. He scowled, his forge was open on one side which allowed anyone passing by to glimpse within. Many times the kirin had caught a wondering face looking in on him but more often than not the faces were heavily lined with suspicion and even anger. Isolated though he was the silver grullo didn’t mind, he did not expect acceptance from the horses of Breim nor did he want it. With a superior toss of his damp forelock the kirin turned back to his work. The piece had cooled and the metal had returned to a shimmering bronze color. Mairon picked up the unfinished pendant, two serpents intricately intertwined. He scowled at at a slight blemish in the metal, he’d have to see if he could hammer that out. With a flick of his mind the hammer rose in the air, poised to resume its work.
A soft knock. Mairon paused and let out a sigh of annoyance at the interruption. But he quickly chastised himself, it was probably someone coming to pick up an item they had ordered. Once more laying down his tool, the kirin strode elegantly out of his forge, down a short hall and to the door. He took a moment to smooth back his hair. Then he opened the door and stared.
He wasn’t entirely sure what to look at first: the mane caught up in neat buns and dyed in watery hues, the elegant curve of the eyes, the rich robes of purple, or the horns which brought to mind a beautiful shell Mairon had once seen. One thing the kirin did know, he had never seen this blue roan stallion before and he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him. Mairon arched an eyebrow, curious but not impressed. “How might I help you?” He asked in a polite tone, there was a possibility that this stallion was a customer but something in the way he held himself declined the notion.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 20, 2017 23:42:49 GMT -6
NURIKO
The stallion waited. His hoof rose again, to knock once more when the faint trill of hooves on stone from behind the object met his ears. Settling the appendage back to the ground, he felt his mind venture quickly back to what he had read about Kirin's in his books in school. Many of the descriptions where of beasts drenched in fire with eyes ready to set any who looked upon them into ashes. Their teeth were long, sharp and pointed to devour those in their way. How could these creature be here?! Of all places for these creatures of flames to appear...
His mind paused quickly when the door in front of him shifted, watching the object peel away from it's resting place, slowly relieving the long awaited truth.
And what a truth it was.
All the books and all the scrolls could not have prepared him for the sight of the real thing, standing plainly in front of him. His hide resembled that of a normal equine but it was in the details that proved the stories right. Coven hooves, the same as his own. disgusting. To think they would share anything alike. Scales, like that of a snake or a reptile populated his back, the red of them nearly gleaming with fire. Spikes rose up off a few of them, glistening with all sorts of hidden meaning. Long strands of hair sprouted from the chest, curving over his spine and down to the long unicorn tail. Another trait they shared. On the top of his head stood two, or what used to be two, large antler like horns. They looked cumbersome and not at all elegant like those of the unicorns. It took the unicorn everything he had not to sneer at the presence of him.
The rumors where true.
How many more where hidden in the herd?! His home!
Nuriko took a moment to shift his eyes along the others form, starting at his feet. He was quick about it, making sure to not leave the other standing with the hanging silence for long. The traits where burned into his memory, fitting for what was standing before him. Head rose just a bit, noticing this creature knew nothing of the Briem culture or even how to properly address one such as himself. Eyes narrowed just slightly, his sculpted brows threatening to furrow. This meeting would be.... Interesting.
With a small steadying breath the equine turned his head slightly to the side, ears forward as he listened to the voice. "I am here, to confirm that your very existence is no longer a rumor." A pause was granted, to allow this being time to process such information. But not a long pause. "May I come in? We have much to discuss." Like how they should leave, in any form be it living or dead.
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Post by JourneyHorse on May 21, 2017 12:50:01 GMT -6
Mairon
Rather than reply Mairon simply stepped back leaving the doorway open. “If we are discussing how I came into existence then I’m afraid it will be a very short conversation. ” He said with some amusement. It was the truth, until a couple months ago he had not existed, and then suddenly he had. There was no explanation and no one he could turn to to solve such a riddle. As Mairon stepped into his forge his eyes fell on a niche in the wall and the statue that served as a small shrine to Ignacio. A small candle flickered beneath the effigy. The kirin simply had to trust his god had a plan for him.
He turned to the stranger, once more casting an eye over the costly robes. This stallion must belong to the upper class. Which makes it all the more intriguing as to why he is here. Mairon thought. He made a gesture about the forge. “It’s not much but make yourself at home. Though I wouldn’t suggest touching anything, wouldn’t want soot on those pretty trappings.” As a rule the kirin kept the place incredibly clean so as to be less at risk of getting black smudges on his magnificent silver grullo coat.
Mairon moved over to the fire, it was still burning hot and fierce. Even so he placed a few more logs amid the glowing embers. He hadn’t liked the way this blue roan had sized him up at the door so now he’d see how long it took for the heavily robed stallion to become uncomfortable in the heat of the forge. Mairon moved gracefully to his worktable and selected a emerald green gem that he was planning to set amid the serpent pendant. With a thought he raised the gem up to the firelight and studied it for flaws. It seemed the jeweler who had cut it knew his stuff, Mairon could find no blemish.
After allowing the other to become acquainted with the details of his surroundings, Mairon asked. “I’m afraid I didn't quite catch your name?” He cast an artful smile in the other stallion’s direction and made no offer of his own name.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 22, 2017 0:37:44 GMT -6
NURIKO
Nearly prancing, hooves raising high and settling on the stone with soft sounds, Nuriko entered the establishment like he had been there countless times before. No hesitation, no true emotions where shown as he took in the abode. It was humble, quaint even. But this was even too lavish for such as creature as the one standing before him. "We have a few other things to discuss rather then just your sudden... appearance here in Briem." He announced softly, nearly spitting out the word appearance, nearly. He kept his tone the same and moved to sit fairly close to the fire.
For trying to unsettle or make comments about his attire, Nuriko smirked faintly. So this was the game they would play. Little did Mairon know, he was an expert with one ups man ship. "I do not mind getting dirty, water does a great deal when something needs to be clean again." The unicorn nearly purred, putting emphasis on very particular words within his sentences.
As more logs where added to the fire, eyes closed and a gentle sigh left his chest. "Thank you. I was getting a bit chilly. These robes are not as thick as my cloak." He looked up, half masted eyes glinting with the knowledge that Mairon was trying to make him uncomfortable. Little did the other male know, very little could unsettle this equine. Head tipped gently to the side, his robes shifting ever so slightly along his body as he made himself a bit more comfortable on the warmed floor. He took in the small shire to Ignacio, seeing the small candle cast it's glow over the god's feet. Walking on fire, forever and always.
Shimmering blue eyes watched as the male all but discarded him for his gem, watching the object sparkle and twirl within the others Teke. "I must say, I was expecting more etiquette in regards to your kind. Seems the history books may have been altered at some point." Again, Nuriko looked at the stallion with that same liddled gaze, watching for any hint of annoyance or anger. Maybe even distaste. "In regards to your rather... crude introduction, I am Nuriko. One of the kings five guides." Oh how he loved his pauses. "Now it is only customary for any equine to give a name back." He shifted one leg, gesturing towards the kirin. A small manner lesson seemed to unfolding before him.
"Now... In regards to your existence here, please. Tell me what happened, in as great detail as you can. It will help us better this relationship." Such words he never dreamed would drip from his tongue. But it was for the protection of the herd. To better their understanding.
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Post by JourneyHorse on May 22, 2017 17:57:56 GMT -6
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The kirin kept a neutral face as the other stallion spoke, but inwardly he was seething. King’s guide or not the blue roan was merely a unicorn with an inflated ego, while Mairon was a child of the Fire God. The other’s barb about kirin etiquette was also immeasurably irksome. Formal manners and niceties were reserved for one kirin to another or to those in their favor and Nuriko had done nothing to cast himself in a favorable light.
Mairon arched an eye in the other’s direction as Nuriko made a point to settle himself close to the fire. The other stallion clearly hadn’t missed the kirin’s little power play.
With a crystalline clink, Mairon set the emerald gem on the anvil to await its addition to the serpentine pendant. “My name is Mairon.” He said with a hint of pride that overshadowed the momentary sadness in his hazel eyes. It was all he could remember of his past, the only thing that had come to him out of the darkness in his first moments deep below Sirith, his name and nothing more.
Slight irritation flickered across the kirins face, then faded, as he was asked to recount how he had come to be. He had retold his side of things so many times by now, to curious inquirers and to suspicious horses who hoped his telling would reveal some potentially dangerous plot for their destruction. It never did. Mairon sighed as if the matter was an utter bore. “I suppose you’ve heard rumors of how they found me deep in the Labyrinth. I sat amid the darkness for a time entirely bewildered and at a loss for where I was until a group of miners found me. They said they had seen a bright flash of light and come to investigate, though I remember no such light. Long story short I was brought to Nariah and questioned until it was clear I knew nothing about my past or anything in regards to my ‘existence’ here, as you so eloquently put it.” The Mairon paused as if daring the other to butt in and argue that the kirin’s own recounting was false.
Marion made a dismissive gesture, “Make of my story what you wish, but know that others among the Briem have heard it as well and have seen fit to allow me to remain in Sirith.” There was a hidden challenge there. Do you think your judgment superior to that of your fellows? Do you alone know what is best for the herd?
There was little chance now the blue roan would be satisfied with that and leave the smith to continue his work, so with the grace of a cat, Mairon settled down near the fire. The light danced hypnotically across his ruby scales and horn. This Nuriko was cool and composed as icy water. Ha! Mairon was going to show him that fire could be perfectly sublime as well.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
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Post by Disastercorn on May 22, 2017 21:07:45 GMT -6
NURIKO
Mairon.
Finally a name to the first myth he had met. The first monster, the first kirin. He was sure these strange anomalies would not cease anytime soon, so all Nuriko could do now, was prepare himself. Learn. Adapt.
Head tipped slightly as he watched the beast born of fire sit beside him from the fire. His words did not fall on def ears. However Nuriko was not an interrupter. He was posed, posture perfect and unwavering. How many boring meetings do you think the King's Guide sat through that he had to pretend it was the most important meeting he had ever been too? He let the other completely finish talking, giving him a soft smile. Eyeslids slowly blinked, meeting with his bottom lid before opening only half way. So this Kirin knew nothing.
Remembered nothing.
The atrocities, the deeds, the death, the destruction the unicorn had read about in any history book he could find. They all had the same thing written. Briem existed in the caves, because of the destruction Igancio and his minions had brought with him. With a small flick of his tail, silk like strands of perfectly straight multi colored hair shifting along the ground to curl closer to his body, like a cat pleased with the day thus far.
"So no one has told you a thing...?"
He dangled the information in front of the kirin like a piece of cheese to a mouse. He could tell the kirin everything he was missing, in terms of what his people had done. But did Mairon really want to know? Yet he couldn't let the other feel safe. Not at all. Just because he had gotten off the hook once, didn't mean his position here was secure, permanent. He would inform the other later on in their discussion about what being a King's Guide actually meant. For now, he would give him a little info at a time. Enough for him to follow the trail of candy.
Nuriko was looking forward to seeing the others expression when it was finally voiced to him he was a murderer. A slaughterer of innocents.
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Post by JourneyHorse on May 22, 2017 23:04:16 GMT -6
Mairon | [ post #4 || word count:304 ] |
It was the tone of superiority in Nuriko’s voice that struck a cord in Mairon. The wall that blocked off the kirin’s memories did not make him incapable of finding answers through other means. Mairon tossed his head disdainfully, the action also serving to fix his forelock which had become slightly out of place. Hair fixed the silver grullo spoke, his voice soft.
“Do you think I am naive? That memory is the only picture of the past?” He clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head slightly, his turn to adopt a smug smile. The unbroken horn flashed ruby in the firelight.
“I wasn’t so much told as overheard it. Whispers here and there, some of it I had to look up myself. I know what happened…” The kirin allowed his voice to trail off as he chose his next words carefully.“Of course what history I did come across was seen through the perspective of the Breim. It would be plausible to assume that they might not have seen the full picture.” An open statement that spoke worlds of how the kirin saw the past. After all according to the lore Ignacio himself had led the kirins, how then could they have been wrong?
A log in the fire popped and crackled loudly as if in agreement.
Mairon had spent many nights pondering what he read about the history of Hireath. Hoping what the words he read might spark some memory… anything. But it was as if he were reading a story where the characters were as unfamiliar as the setting. He could very well have been one of the kirins that rained down fire upon the Briem. In the present, Mairon could console himself with the fact that he doubted he could kill anyone unless given a very good reason.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on May 24, 2017 23:28:46 GMT -6
NURIKO
Nuriko could feel a cold swell rising inside himself. Could feel the waters reseeding, as if a giant breath within the ocean was being taken from deep within. This creature before him was claiming such atrocities, such lies and misinformed information. But he should have expected little else from a race of equines who slaughtered, enslaved and imprisoned his ancestors all those years ago. The swell was rising.
"Be it that you reside in this herd now it would be wise not to defame our history or what you feel you didn't do."
A head tipped, his ears flickering towards Mairon as he honed in on him completely. His own breathing was slow, relaxed but he could feel the water stirring inside himself. Could feel the tidal wave readying itself for the onslaught of destruction and victory against this flame loving beast. All of the blame was being shifted to Mairon and what he was.
"To see the whole picture?" Nuriko almost laughed. "To think we call these caves our home for no reason other then we liked to be underground is laughable at best. It doesn't take a genius much less a common equine to figure out why our ancestors decided to take residence here. But of course, a Kirin like you surely wouldn't understand."
His own eyes hinted danger for just a mere moment, a flicker of the tidal wave stirring inside himself. This Kirin would not be getting out unscathed. He would make sure of that. The fire crackled and shifted beside him and yet the heavily robed unicorn showed no signs of overheating, no signs of sweat and no signs of moving. He was doing just fine.
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Post by JourneyHorse on May 29, 2017 12:06:08 GMT -6
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There it was, just for a second then it was gone. Mairon had seen the warning spark in Nuriko’s blue eyes. The kirin felt a warm glow of satisfaction, now they were getting somewhere. He was almost starting to enjoy this little sparring match of wits.
“You’re right, perhaps a kirin like me simply can’t understand the reasoning of the more menial equines.” This time Mairon did little to hide the superiority in his voice. The blue roan might be the one adorned in luxurious garments but it was Mairon with his bare coat and striking scales that had the upper hoof. It was time he made that crystal clear.
One of the logs that had been placed in the fire must have been damp for it popped again, sending little sparks skittering across the floor around the kirin’s cloven hooves. He watched them for a moment as they glowed a fierce orange then faded to ash. Then slowly, in an unhurried fashion, the kirin once more raised his unruffled gaze to Nuriko. Mairon made a point to hold his head high, slightly tilted at a regal yet condescending angle as he spoke.
“Was your only objective in coming here to mock me and accuse me of things I can not possibly hope to remember?” The kirn’s voice was soft and subtle as he drove the matter to a head. An image formed in his mind, the image of a firebrand held out over a pool of water, to unveil just what lay below the surface. Marion arched a pale elegant eyebrow as he awaited the other stallion’s answer.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 4, 2017 17:53:14 GMT -6
NURIKO
"Hmmm..."
Nuriko tipped his head, sending the gems on his clothes into a soft soothing wind chime effect. He'd had enough of trying to contain this fire. Maybe it was time to just let it go, burn it's self out. Watch it consume everything until nothing was in it's wake. Or maybe...
The unicorn lifted his head at the question, eyes narrowed back in a condescending gesture. "Actually, Mairon my objective was to find out just what sort of creature you are." Another pause as he took a look around the forge and the 'place' Mairon called home. "I also came here to find out, exactly, how you obtained these living quarters. Since I'm sure you possessed little to no currency when you came back into existence, I'm... Surprised you've obtained something so fast..." He let the words hang, letting the weight of them hover over Mairon and his ever so victorious feelings. The small snide remarks the kirin had tossed his way where ignored for the time being. His cold and calm exterior would win out.
Water always won against fire, regardless how much steam was created. Mairon really did not understand just who he was sparring with and Nuriko would not let him get out unscathed. The Kirin would come to know the King's Guide power and influence over the herd and land. He could have Mairon's whole existence here flipped upside down if he so wished. He had just to play his cards right.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jun 15, 2017 20:54:37 GMT -6
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A scowl flickered across Mairon’s face, he was planning to show Nuriko just what kind of creature he was; a better one, a superior one whose mere presence was a thing to be desired like a precious gem. And this blue roan stallion had a gall to barge into Mairon’s forge and question the kirin as if he were some dangerous animal that could go rabid at any moment. The kirin felt a rush of anger as he considered Nuriko, his calm cold composure that was both infuriating and impressive.
Mairon felt his own temper cool slightly at the other’s query about his accommodations. It was a fair question and one the kirin considered deserving of a straightforward answer. “You are correct. I came into existence without a single possession but I did soon discover that I had great skill in metalworking. Not content to rely on the generosity of others, I traveled to Sterling and found work in a forge there.” The silver grullo paused allowing a small smile of pride to touch his lips before he continued. “I also discovered I was a hard worker and as soon as I had enough to afford a small place of my own I took the first opportunity.”
He cast a pleased look around his forge, it was well furnished with all the tools that a metal smith could desire. The room beyond however was a different story altogether. Beyond the curtain and hidden from sight the small room was occupied by merely a thin straw mattress and tattered blanket. The price for purchasing raw metals, precious stones and smithy tools was very high and with limited money Mairon had had to make a choice between his work and personal comfort. Many a night had passed where the kirin had forgone a meal and instead worked late into the early hours of the morning.
Of course the fact that he was living off whatever capital his smithy work brought in, was not something Mairon was about to bring to the other stallion’s attention. Still he couldn’t help casting a slightly jealous eye over Nuriko’s gem encrusted robes and mentally estimating how much they cost. He noted the craftsmanship of the other’s metal collars and comforted himself with the knowledge that he could do better.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 21, 2017 15:44:50 GMT -6
NURIKO
Information.
All of this was information the unicorn was categorizing and storing for later use. Use even right now. How to respond, how to act. A perfectly filed coven hoof moved, his leg shifting to cross over the front one further displaying how at home and comfortable he was. Eyes caught the other looking over his garments, catching the glinting of gems and metal into the Kirin's fiery gaze. The forge was quite elaborate and well put together, he would give him that. It seemed he took great care in making sure his tools of the trade where as master crafted as his own pieces. With a small breath, the Unicorn shifted his head, arching his neck ever so subtly that the metal hoops around the top of his collar would catch the light and draw the Kirin's eye towards the gleaming objects. He hoped.
"I see. So an honest life thus far." Of course all of this was the Kirin's word vs nothing. He could be lieing through his teeth for all Nuriko knew, but... Trust had to be given when they seemed so untrusting from the start anyways. With a small breath he gestured towards the metal around his neck. "Actually, if you could spare a bit of time, My collar seems to be showing it's age, even though its rather new. I'm afraid the garment maker is more skilled with cloth and fabric then the metal side of things. Could you perhaps... Take a look and tell me if the silver can be saved or repaired?"
Stroke the ego. Build the ego. Give something precious for the Kirin to try his hoof on. Why not. The worst that could happen would be the item would go up in flames and he would have to get a new one made. What a terrible thing... He smiled faintly, eyes shimmering with excitement. To see if they where truly fireproof. This could be a whole new set of information for his eyes to take in.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jun 21, 2017 19:03:45 GMT -6
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It came as a small shock when the blue roan didn’t raise an objection to the kirin’s recount of how he had obtained his lodgings. Instead the topic turned to the metal collars about the other stallion’s neck, Mairon actually bothered to look interested for once. After all this was his area of expertise.
With some mental concentration the kirin lifted one of the metal collars up and over the unicorn's head, mindful not to let it touch the other’s multicolored horns. Once the collar was closer the kirn studied it. “Yes, there is some tarnishing and a couple other small things I could fix.” He said as his trained eyes caught a spot where the soldering hadn’t been filed down properly. They were small blemishes, only ones someone who liked things flawless could pick out. It seemed he and Nuriko shared this one trait. Better watch out we might just end up agreeing on something other than the fact that his garment maker is a rubbish metalsmith. Mairon thought with some amusement, a very unlikely situation.
With a fluid movement the kirin stood, lifting the metal piece and setting it on his anvil. With a flourish he brandished a pair of long tongs which he used to pick up the collar and set it amid the heart of the fire. With his eyes on his work he spoke, doing little to keep a disinterested tone from his voice. “I’ve told you just about everything there is to know about me and yet I know little of you. What work does a King’s Guide do when he is not interrogating hardworking residents of Sirith?” For an instant Mairon’s eyes flashed in the other’s direction; orange in the fire’s reflection, and just as hostile. Nuriko might be offering some sort of olive branch with his request to fix his collar, Mairon wanted to make it clear the offering was nothing but kindling to him.
With a flick of his mind the kirin thrust the tongs into the fire and drew out the ring of metal. The silver was glowed a deep orange a sign the metal was just malleable enough for any imperfections on its surface to be hammered smooth. He kept an ear cocked in Nuriko’s direction to show his attention was both on their conversation and his work.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 2, 2017 23:41:39 GMT -6
NURIKO
It was thrilling really. To be this close to someone so perfected in their craft. Especially when it came to something the unicorn knew hardly anything about. With a calm quiet grace he stood slowly from his seated position by the fire to venture as close as he dared. Standing side by side with the Kirin is seemed they where of similar heights and he had not missed the fact Mairon had been so gentle and so careful to remove the metal from around his neck. A feat the unicorn would not have expected. Information was aplenty here.
He watched the silver turn to a bright glowing orange, flinching slightly as the hammer came down on it's surface and took a small step back. He was not one for loud noises. Not at all. Ears fell back, to shield them as the fire beast worked. "Hmm... Are you really interested in myself? Or more what I represent as a 'King's Guide'?" A small smirk played with the edges of his lips, head tilting just slightly as his eyes narrowed. It was interesting to read this creature. To see the scales and horns so close. He leaned against one of the walls, a shield to the fire that flickered around his forge.
"As a rank, I represent the voice of the herd and what they wish to relay to the High King. A stepping stone, if you may, for the herd and it's overseer. I do what I can to protect my herd and in turn, I believe they trust me as well." A soft flutter of almost unsureness weaved itself into his words before escaping completely. He did not know how the herd actually felt about him. Everyone here was so formal and so careful in his presence. He had yet to hear any whispers of what they really thought.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 4, 2017 12:06:05 GMT -6
Mairon | [ post #8 || word count: 321 ] |
The other stallion stepped close, to view Mairon’s work, close enough for the kirin to hear the gentle swish of his robes and a scent that reminded him of cool water running through an underground cavern. His teke faltered at the distraction and the next hammer blow struck with a dissonant sound. He cursed inwardly and spent the next few minutes hammering out the dent he had just made in the metal. As he did a scathing scowl resided on his face, though for once it was directed towards himself.
He listened to as the other described the functions of his rank. Had Nuriko faltered slightly when he’d mentioned his herd’s trust in him? The silver grullo wasn’t certain but stored the information away nonetheless. He paused, allowing the echoes of his hammer blows to die before he spoke. “An impressive role you have, doubtless it comes with many responsibilities.” Mairon guessed that Nuriko’s visit here could be filed under the ‘protect the herd’ aspect of his job.
He tilted his head to meet the other’s teal eyes as he stood beside him. “And what if I said I was really interested in you, not your rank?”The kirin’s words where unhurried, teasing.
He set down the large hammer and selected a smaller mallet which he used to hammer out a few more imperfections in the collar’s surface. Occasionally a livid spark would skitter across the anvil and fall against the kirin’s chest or onto his legs, but he paid no heed to it. After inspecting the collar and finding his work satisfactory the smith submerged the piece in a bucket of water. There was a hiss as the searing hot silver touched the water. Despite appearing focused on his work the kirin’s attention was mostly trained on the stallion beside him. He watched the blue roan from the corner of his eyes to see how the King’s Guide would respond.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 7, 2017 1:38:40 GMT -6
NURIKO
The strange twang of the hammer against the metal alerted the stallion to the slight error Mairon seemed to have made with the item. Interesting. Was it because he had gotten too close? Nuriko was unsure and stepped back a little more. As much as he wanted to watch the Kirin work, he knew that helping the other dent his own garment was not something he really wanted to witness. Though it seemed the beast of flame could do two things at once and Nuriko leaned against the wall with a small breath. Not a sigh. A breath.
Eyes flickered back to the fire almost directly behind the Kirin, where they had both just been sitting not too long again. He watched the flames dance and lick over the stone surrounding it, as if it was trying to escape. "What a surprising question. I would ask the same from you but you are still getting to know yourself it seems." He countered, slightly, with just enough of a hint that he would indeed answer his question but probably not to the degree that Mairon would like.
"There is so much to me, I'm afraid I need you to be a bit more specific." Well, maybe not at all. When he water hissed and bubbled the roan male nearly flinched and turned his attention back, ears flickering forward quickly, watching the steam rise up out of the liquid. He almost felt pain from the water, sensed it's dire need to extinguish the flames even if it burned and hurt in the process. He stepped a bit closer once more, trying to peer into the bucket to see what exactly was happening in Mairon's humble forge. It was a unique experience for sure. Nuriko rarely got to see things being made as he was normally presented with them already finished and ready to wear.
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Post by JourneyHorse on Jul 25, 2017 11:35:52 GMT -6
Mairon | [ post #9 || word count: 277 ] |
A faint splash of water sounded as Mairon pulled the collar from the bucket and held it up for the other to see. The metal was still hot, it’s surface steaming gently, but having passed through both fire and water it was now hardened and much stronger than before. The kirin pretended not to notice the barb in the other’s words, but it struck home, sinking into his heart and latching there. His process of getting to know himself was a lonely journey and one he realized he had hardly even started. The kirin felt a now familiar ach from the void in his life. Now is not the time to dwell on such things! He told himself sharply.
He raised a doubtful eyebrow in the other’s direction, “So much to you huh? Well let’s start with something easy. Your job must take up a bit of time but certainly you have time for hobbies… relationships?” Nuriko had done a bit of prying into the kirin’s life, now it was his turn, though he doubted he’d get any answers of substance.
The kirin turned away momentarily to select a file from his work table. With it he began to polish and smooth off any edges in the metal’s surface. It was not lost on him how interested the King’s Guide appeared to be in this process of fixing his collar. It was a real shame that there were those who never bothered to see or think about how things were made, they ended up missing half the picture. For the kirin the act of creating and fixing was twice as rewarding as utilizing the things he made.
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
One hundred steps off the end of the road
Painted with passion, my favorite color
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old |
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 19, 2017 23:11:25 GMT -6
NURIKO
As much as the unicorn wished to know how things where made and forged, he rarely had time to devote to just watching. With such a rank he was almost always busy, kept on his hooves and made to bend and flow to the wishes of the herd. "Hobbies? I rarely have time for such things..." Yet Nuriko knew he was being too difficult for such questions. He had afterall answered them for the Kirin, why couldn't he at least gain a bit of trust by answering properly? With a small head shake, he let out another breath, chest expanding before caving in a bit. "Though I do enjoy a quiet night in, in front of my blue fire wearing my favorite garments." There a proper answer. For once.
Head tipped as the other stallion took the metal to his table and a file was plucked off his shelf. It looked very similar to the one that he had done on his hooves and again Nuriko ventured close to watch. His robes shifted, slipping perfectly over his form with each calculated perfectly eased step. Blue eyes witnessed the file move against the metal, his ears flickering back at the unique sound it created but he did not move away. It was fascinating and he could not look away yet.
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