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Post by Disastercorn on May 20, 2017 22:41:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His life had just gotten it's self in order. He was fitting in well with his new master, Nuala. He was making friends left and right and he was even exploring the night life, thanks to one Chevalier who took it upon himself to show the silver dapple buckskin life wasn't as scary as he thought. But that also showed him life wasn't as sheltered, as he thought. The impending war with Serora rippled through the herd, spreading mass rumors and worry with most, while some more, heartless equines took it as an act of perfection. Clythus barely knew the details but war was not good, for either side.
Inside his home, his doubts and worries where washed away. Nuala spent the nights with him, gossiping about the stallions she had seen that day and about the stallions Clythus found himself eyeing. She always had wine ready to go and always had a soft place for him to rest. He was happy, truly happy after being so uncertain of where to go from before.
Today he was out and about, a day off from helping his Mistress. He had at least one a week and spent those days with the many equines he had grown to call friends. Yet today he found himself along and a little out of his element. It was rare for him now to be truly alone. So he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He always had someone with him, either to cater to or to follow their lead. But today he was left to his own devices. And those devices left him standing at a small quiet area of the Guilded Bridge watching the sun slowly move across the sky.
What a time to be alive.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 12:22:02 GMT -6
Bale
Bale moved like he always did through the busy streets - like he had some bigger purpose, a grander plan. Somewhere to be. He was well aware of all the movement around him; even when not battling, his senses ran high and accurate. It was something that had always come natural to him, and it had helped him stay alive thus far. He never felt truly safe in the city, even less so after the quick and rather violent branding. He didn't particularly like the brand, or what it symbolized, but his master had said he needed to keep it, so on it stayed. He wondered if he would ever feel like an Aodhian, or if he even should. His life wasn't horrible, actually he had grown quite fond of his master during their time together, but outside the safe place he now called home, he still felt like a foreigner.
Bale was allowed to move around, to and from practise and whatever little roaming he wished to do, but usually he didn't care to stray too far. Maybe he could have ran, but he wasn't sure there was anything to return to. Now that he wasn't quite so alone anymore, he had gotten used to it, and the loneliness freedom brought didn't seem quite as alluring.
The burnt buckskin was deep in his thought, and stopped to look around in the city as a quieter clearing appeared. He had noticed the other horse, but thought it best to mind his own business. He could easily tell a slave from the free citizens, but had very mixed feelings about others that shared his rank. The amber eyes took in the cityscape, glanced the other horse and returned back to the surroundings again.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 23, 2017 0:22:28 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The sun had started to set, bathing the city in a soft orange glow. His ears where relaxed, merely watching. That was until he felt eyes on him. Head tipped, turning to the left to see who it was. The bridge was less populated in the waning hours of the sun, leaving very few for Clythus to pick from in terms of who might have been watching him. A lone stallion, who bore the same mark he did seemed to be standing on his own. Ears flattened a bit before the silver dapple buckskin male shook his head. Why would be be upset about that? Frowning he stepped to his left, avoiding his mane and moved forward a bit.
"Excuse me, sir? Are you lost?" The males voice was soft, a little unsure even. But he wanted to make sure the other was fine. Afterall, he knew the city so well now that he could easily point him in the first direction. A hoof rose tentatively, his whole body showing submission and obedience. Years of being a slave, born as one. His dual color eyes took in the others much more masculine form. "You don't happen to be a pit fighter, are you?"
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 7:36:39 GMT -6
Bale
Bale could see the silver coat look at him from the corner of his eye, but as usual, didn't truly encourage conversation. Soon it became apparent that conversation was going to happen regardless, and he stifled a sigh as he turned to properly look at the other slave. He very quickly made notion of the submissive body language, and sized the other stallion as a non-threat. He knew that was how serviles were supposed to act; he had helped his master take care and train serviles for others, but it still felt somewhat misplaced. He had found no joy of asking others to do something he was not truly willing to do himself. His body language was the complete opposite - standing square with good posture and a high, arched neck, and openly evaluating the other horse.
For a fleeting moment he felt slightly irritated, as if he truly looked lost. That soon passed, as he reconsidered and decided to assume the other horse was just being polite. Or maybe Bale was disturbing, and the silver coat wanted to send him off.
"No, not lost, thank you. Just admiring the view", he replied, and then arched a brow to the following question: "I am, what of it?"
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Post by Disastercorn on May 25, 2017 0:39:18 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It seemed his words where not wanted. The silver burnt buckskin sabino seemed to want nothing to do with him. But slaves needed to stick together! Ears folded more out to the sides, his head down yet not really needing to be as Bale was over a hand taller then him. Swallowing hard, Clythus shifted his body, back hoof dragging along the ground to shift his long silver tail out of the way of being stepped on by other horses. Eyes looked around quickly. "The view is really nice. I'm... Glad someone else likes it too."
Though as the other answered his neck question the older male bulked. "Sorry, you just don't seem to be a labor slave or a servile slave. I just wanted to check..." Glancing around at the waning sunlight Clythus glanced back to him, wanting to run and hide and head back to his home. But instead... He took what Axenus had taught him and swallowed down his unease. "Do you want to get a drink maybe? I know where some bars are." The silver buckskin gave a weak smile towards Bale, head tilting to the side in a curious fashion. But he was still having a bit of trouble lifting his head and not acting completely submissive.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2017 12:57:01 GMT -6
Bale
The other stallion didn't seem too sure of himself, but Bale's outerior stayed unchanging still. A part of him liked it, appearing more dominant than other slaves - different. With his master he found it easier and easier to submit, but that was the end of it. In order to keep peace with himself, he had had to draw a line. And that line just happened to be extremely sharp in contrast. He was tolerating the rest of Aodh, but that was all.
He snorted quietly, nodding slightly to agree that he indeed did not look like a servile or labor slave. It wasn't really that he enjoyed fighting others in the pit, but he did enjoy being special to his master. His thoughts, however, got severely derailed with the suggestion. His rather bleak expression changed to that of surprised, then quite dubious - was this slave serious? Or was this some kind of a test? He couldn't help but glance around, just to see if he was being surveyed. Finally, his face settled on a somewhat judgmental phase.
"A drink, in a bar? Doesn't your master object?" he asked, actually slightly curious but also doubtful. He had to check that the silver coat was actually a slave, his eyes quickly running over the brand before settling on his face again. Of course, he wasn't truly educated on how others were kept, he only knew one violent owner that had been very abusive, and his current one, who used much softer methods - so long as he obeyed. He had truly resisted his current owner once, and that had been enough to convince him not to get in trouble with his master again.
"And how do you afford such things?" he had to add, now tilting his head, as to his understanding slaves didn't have money, or truly own anything. But maybe there was more to know about Aodhian slaves, after all.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 26, 2017 21:55:01 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The smile grew stronger and Clythus's confidence took a much needed turn up. With a small head lift he nodded, long silky strands rippling to the ground from the action. "Yes a drink. Yes in a bar." Head tipped a bit to the side, large ears swiveling to move all his attention to Bale. Nuala was a kind and just master, if not demanding. But she granted the slave his own time quite often and a fairly generous allowance when she wanted him to actually go have fun. With a small flick of his tail the stallion stepped a bit closer and gestured with his front leg towards the end of the bridge.
"My Mistress gives me a bit of an allowance on my days off. Or else my time would be fairly uneventful." His head tipped a bit, ears flickering forward as he paused and looked over the other male. "Unless... You don't care for the drink? I know of a couple other places to go. Some of them have better food then others." The smaller stallion offered, not 100% sure on what Bale did or did not like yet. There was a strange feeling of wanting to get to know the other. Like something about him did not scream Aodh born. Maybe he was one of those slaves taken from a far away place...
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 18:44:36 GMT -6
Bale
Bale didn't know quite what to think of this. It seemed like he had more questions at every answer, but he wasn't sure he'd get actual answers, at least not standing here. A part of him wanted to go home where it felt safe, but he had to admit it was pretty okay actually talking to someone else than his master for a change, or barking orders at others. Bale's amber eyes followed the gesture, and he contemplated for a moment what to do. The long haired stallion didn't seem like a threat, but walking into a limited space with intoxicated equines did seem like walking deeper into enemy soil for him. And he had a hunch that his master would not appreciate the detour.
"I see... Well, I, uh, must admit I'm not much of a drinker", Bale finally said - not that he, personally, had the funds for it either. He hadn't ever really been drunk; it hadn't seemed like a wise idea as a War Forged Raider, nor did it seem that wise now.
"So maybe something more... toned down, then?" he requested, convincing himself he could always leave if needed. And that way, maybe, he wouldn't get into quite as big trouble.
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Post by Disastercorn on May 31, 2017 11:29:50 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
A smile pulled the normally nervous stallions lips up and his mood lifted. It was always nice conversing with other slaves. Especially ones who seemed new or sheltered, like himself. He was still new to being allowed to venture out into Valore but the more he got to know his Mistress the more accommodating and demanding she was. The perfect mix of contradictory. With a small nod of his head he looked around the now almost empty bridge and tipped his head.
"Actually, how do you feel about star watching? I know one of the best vantage points in the city and not to many are interested in such a calm activity. We could stop by my mistress's house so I could grab us a few things to eat and a blanket?"
Clythus actually seemed to get rather excited by such a suggestion. His ears where fully forward, his head even lifting to almost it's full height. A hoof rose off the ground in anticipation, his tail flicking rather uneventfully (from all the hair dragging it down) to the side and he smiled wider. "It's one of the calmest, quietest activities and no one would want to bother us. Not- Not that anything will happen." A small nervous laugh left his chest, feeling almost embarrassed. He was so good at putting his foot in his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 18:50:49 GMT -6
Bale
Bale watched intently how the expression evolved on the silver dapple's face - for a moment he trailed into thinking when he had last seen someone smile. He had of course seen his master smile, but that was different. It was comforting to know that slaves, too, could hold onto emotions still, and it wasn't just him. An odd one out.
Bale's head tilted lightly at the suggestion, and he considered. It did sound a lot nicer than the bar, and safer, too. His master might not be too happy about him staying late, but then again he had stayed very cooped up all the time, and fresh air sounded alluring. There hadn't been a great need to establish strict boundaries and exact times to be home, since he had sort of always been there already.
Bale hesitated, but as Clythus seemed truly eager about this activity, he finally caved and nodded: "Sure, why not. I could use some fresh air."
He gave the shorter stallion a bit of a quizzical look at his laughter, but decided to shrug that off. With the much more slender equine he didn't feel like there was much chance of losing control of the situation, so he finally dared to relax slightly.
"Lead the way", he prompted, setting to follow the long haired stallion.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 4, 2017 13:02:05 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the other gifted him with permission, Clythus nearly pranced along side the pit fighter draft stallion. He felt... Excited about spending the evening watching the stars with another slave. Was his life really that boring? No! He was just happy someone else was interested in the quiet activity. With quiet steps the male moved over the Gilded Bridge towards his Mistress's home and his own room. The walk was pretty calm and uneventful. They had to stop once for a couple foals who scurried home as their curfew was fast approaching and witnessed a lovers spat over where they should eat for dinner that night. But besides those the walk was quiet and smooth.
As they arrived at Clythus's mistress's home he paused and glanced to the pit fighter. "Did you want to come in? I'll be pretty quick and she doesn't mind me bringing guests over. It's up to you though. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." His ears tipped towards the other male, hoof poised in mid air to open the door. Mane was ripping with each soft breeze that passed them by. Tonight would be perfect for star gazing as the sky was clear of clouds and the warm breeze from just off the shore wasn't chilly at this time yet. Everything would be able to be seen for miles. Clythus was more then excited to glimpse the glittering lights with a new friend.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 13:34:24 GMT -6
Bale followed the other slave rather quietly, a few steps behind. He was a bit worried about what his master would say, him staying out late. He didn't really have set times or anything, and it wasn't like he'd be up to anything bad. He could have passed the offer to spend time, but he did feel a bit isolated, stuck in the middle of foreigners, and was hoping maybe he would one day feel like he somewhat fitted in, if he got to know the horses more. And another slave was a much safer option than the free citizens.
As they stopped at the door of what could only be the house of Clythus' mistress, he looked from the silver hair to the door. A part of him wanted to stay outside, where he was free to go and not in any way... trapped. But he brushed the thought of and let his curiosity to rise on top, agreeing: "Yeah, sure, I'll come with you."
He hadn't really seen all that much in Aodh, and definately had not been inside many houses apart from his master's. The War Forged didn't live like this, so even though he had been here a little while, it still was somewhat new. As he followed Clythus inside, he decided to add for his companion's peace of mind: "Don't worry about me, I'll let you know if something bothers me."
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 11, 2017 23:25:01 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Smiling softly the silver stallion opened the door and walked in carefully. He had no idea if his mistress was home but he would try to be as quiet as possible. The home was modestly furnished but it looked extravagant. Incense burned gently in the corners of the room, wafting the house in rich deep smells that masked most anything else. Large pillows and blankets where placed perfectly in the room, adorning the corners and filling the space. A small eating table was close to the alcove where it looked like tea was ready to brew at any moment. Fabric was hung from the ceiling, giving the space a sense of depth and to also ease any sound that would happen. Hoof beats where hardly heard, absorbed easily by the drapes.
With a small smile Clythus lead the way into the kitchen, gathering some food related items and filled a small basket. He then paused outside of another room and grabbed a few blankets, tossing them over his back to carry everything. It was after all fairly rude to ask a strange to carry the objects needed for an activity he had come up with. With everything gathered he then lead the way back out of the home and easily closed the door. "There! Everything we could need!" The excitement was more then apparent on the slave, his smile lighting up his face. With a final look around he then gestured to the street and started down it. It would be a short walk, but silence was always strange to him. "So... I don't even think we've exchanged names yet. I'm Clythus."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2017 7:44:41 GMT -6
Bale stepped cautiously, trying his best to not cause a disturbance. He was relieved that the hoofbeats were muffled, not echoing around freely. He eyed his surroundings, trying to form an image of the owner of this house. He compared it to his master's house, making mental notions of both similiarities and differences. Bale stood still as Clythus gathered what they needed, feeling a bit silly that he didn't have much to offer for this activity. But then again, his companion had known that to begin with, and still wanted to go. He was about to ask if his help was needed carrying anything, but the silver hair seemed to move with determination, and Bale didn't want to sound like he didn't think the other horse could carry the things.
Bale nodded, not exactly smiling, but a fairly open expression on his face nonetheless. He matched his gait to the silver hair's, letting him lead the way by staying a few inches further back.
"I'm Bale", he replied with another nod as they walked onwards. Small talk didn't come that naturally to him, but he did understand that not everyone felt comfortable in silence.
"So... have you been a slave your whole life?" he asked after a pause, trying to sound conversational rather than blunt. Tact had never really been his strong suit.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 21, 2017 12:38:47 GMT -6
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As their footfalls faded off behind them, the silver male lead them over a small winding dirt trail, up a moderate hill. The going was rugged in Aodh terms, since most of the roads where paved and well kept. But this one was forgotten, left to decay in the glory of the new city. Clythus smiled as he stumbled over a particularity uneven surface. "Actually yes. I don't... Mind talking about it. I was born a slave, a gift from my father to my mother. Though... I grew disgraceful as I reached my teenage years and was quickly sold off to a more strict master by my father." He didn't mention why he became so rowdy, that was a conversation for later.
His footing wasn't as placed as the draft beside him, finding himself slipping on more then one occasion. He was used to the well kept roads and while the dirt and gravel road should have been easy, Clythus was not a particularly practiced horse on these grounds. Though soon enough they broke from the uneven terrain and their hooves met grass. Lush unkept grass scattered over what one could only guess was an old broken stone gazebo or lookout. The male continued forward, walking easily up the crumbling steps to sit himself down with a hard breath in the middle of the mostly still intact flooring of the structure. "Finally..." He breathed, not realizing how hard the trek had been on him. Was he really that out of shape? Lifting the items off his form he set them down on the ground and smoothed them out as best he could. "What do you think? Perfect right?" His smile only grew.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 16:11:30 GMT -6
Bale didn't find the unkempt trail difficult at all, automatically placing his sizeable hooves in approperiate places to hold his balance ideally. Behind the muscle and mass there was plenty of grace, and there was barely a difference in his breathing after the walks. Not only had he grown up in terrains much more demanding than this, his entire life revolved around being in the best shape possible. He was, however, careful not to usher the more slender stallion to a pace he could not keep somewhat comfortably, instead letting his gaze linger in the surroundings.
His thoughts were left to freely ponder the words he had heard, and while he was slightly curious, he simply stated: "I see."
Once they clearly were at the intended spot, Bale, too, settled down. Characteristically he had to scout into every direction before somewhat relaxing, and focusing more on Clythus again. He felt slightly useless as the silver dapple placed the items, but as his company didn't seem bothered, Bale offered a small attempt of a smile.
"Yes, I'd say this is quite nice", he admitted. Surely a ton better than any loud bar would have been. Picking up the earlier subject, he said without much of emotion: "I wasn't born here at all, so excuse me if I'm not... Well, used to many Aodhian things I guess."
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 7, 2017 0:48:20 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It was nice to open up a little. Not be so reserved and proper. Though Clythus as a normal horse was still very proper he didnt feel the need to serve or fret over Bales mental state as much as he did for the other horses around him. Even still he set up the picnic like items without help, this Teke lifting and placing items gently. Eventually he smiled warmly up at Bale and gestured for him to make himself comfortable as he sat down and looked out over the water line where the city rose up from it. Dual colored eyes then lifted to the sky.
"You weren't? That's surprising. You seemed to fit in well here. I mean, as well as any slave can." He offered a weak smile and looked down, opening the basket to lay out the food and drink he had taken from the kitchen. "Do... You mind if we talk about it? I've never traveled past these walls and I do not know what else is out there. I've heard there's a swamp, and a great desert. And I know the names of the other lands, but... I am very uneducated about these rest of it." With a small chuckle he then raised his head to the sky, watching the stars twinkle above them. "If it helps we can take turns asking each other a question..."Head tipped slightly to look over at the larger male. This was turning out to be a much calmer, more insightful night then he had expected.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 17:10:25 GMT -6
Once Clythus seemed to be ready with all the items, Bale settled more comfortably. For a moment, he let his gaze rest on the cityline meeting the sky, and the vastness of the stars opening up above it. He drew in a deep breath, and then looked at the silver stallion next to him. He found it funny that another, Aodh born slave thought he fit in well, but he guessed that maybe he had started to grow into New Valore more truly lately.
"No, I don't mind", he said, smiling shortly. It wasn't really a secret or anything, and while his past entailed tragedies, he wasn't hiding them like sore spots but instead used them as corner stones to build himself up stronger.
"I'm from War Forged, the land of Onea. It is much different from New Valore - mountains, endless forests, rough terrain and how the seasons change keep horses on the move. There's little time or energy for fancy things." he spoke, looking into nowhere, remembering how he had wandered the different grounds, free: "I was a Raider, that means it was my responsibility to keep my herd safe."
He paused, before looking at Clythus again, and asked: "Do you ever dream of being somewhere else?"
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 12, 2017 0:05:30 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The stallion listened intently. His ear was crocked in his direction, head slightly tipped. To hear of another life, outside of this herd... It was almost unbelievable to the silver slave. He tried to picture the weather, acting in a way that drove the herd from place to place, seeking shelter and food. But he couldn't. Here they lived in warmth and extravagance. A comfort the slave didn't understand was as placid as the stone beneath his feet. "That sounds... Very hard."
At the question, Clythus gave a weak smile and looked down. "I have dreams where I'm running through a desert that turns to grass, giant plains stretched out before me. I'm running forever and I don't have to stop to catch my breath. I'm not sure if that's that you meant." Ears flickered back a bit before he gazed back up at the stars. "I'm actually not sure what the other herds are like. The most I can do is dream and let my imagination take me away. When I wake up, I'm at my mistress's beck and call so whatever images I had are probably sugar coated because of my life here."
With a small head shake, his hair rippling down his side the stallion watched a shooting star blink past. "Do you ever wish you where back with your herd?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 2:35:34 GMT -6
Bale listened with his ear bent towards Clythus, gazing upon the stars. He wasn’t really surprised that someone who had only lived here, a relatively sheltered life, could only dream of the same… safeness expanding beyond the city. While Bale was a young stallion, he had seen much, which was something that truly shook off the certain naivety that youth brought with it. Oh, to think that was how the world was. But the burnt buckskin had never had much of a foalhood to speak of, so his life had always lacked that kind of a sincere innocence.
“Everyone is free to dream”, Bale said, then shook his head slightly: “But no, life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows beyond the city.”
He took a moment before he answered the question, his word rather carefully placed as he spoke: “Yes… And no. At first I hated it here, and I do still sometimes miss the freedom. But I also feel like I’ve gained at least as much as I’ve lost, and maybe… One day, I could call this my home.”
Another pause, before he looked at Clythus again: “I don’t know if this life is easier or not, but I guess what I mean to say that it’s not always easy when you have to make all the decisions yourself, either. You know? Or well, hmh, maybe you don’t.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 13, 2017 1:09:51 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
It was easy to listen to the other stallion. His voice was deep and his words were spoken with meaning. It was obvious he had seen and experienced his fair share of hardships, more than Clythus would probably understand. His ears flattened a bit as Bale spoke, taking the last few sentences harder than Bale probably meant for the stallion to take them.
His head fell down, to stare at the ground his mane slipping to cover his face almost fully. “I used to make my own decisions… But… They only ended with hardships. I lost my first love because I tried to protect him. Instead he was sold to the city and I was sold to a new master. I’m… I’m still not sure if he’s alive or not, I cannot find him.” The silver male shook his head, mane rippling down his neck to pool on the floor. “It was easier to stop thinking for myself unless it was asked of me. I’m… Sorry if that makes me weak.” He sighed hard, seeming to deflate more. It was such a strange feeling. To think someone was judging him because of what he had or hadn’t been through.
For some strange reason he looked up to the stallion beside him. Maybe it was because he was big and strong, the complete opposite of himself. Or that he’d been taken from his herd and didn’t resent the ones here like most of the others did. Clythus felt his own self worth plummet once more. He was such a fool to think he could find more friends…
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 15:15:38 GMT -6
It took Bale a moment to realize his words hadn’t been received too well, and he gave Clythus a rather confused look as the silver stallion looked so slumped and defeated. He hadn’t meant that much by it, and had to backtrace his own words in his mind to see where he went wrong. He really wasn’t used to this type of sensitivity, and he usually only conversed with his master these days to any extent worth mentioning, so it was an entirely different situation and setting. His brown ears flickered back and forth as he listened.
“Look, I- I didn’t really mean it like that”, he started and sighed in frustration as he tried to find the correct words that wouldn’t further push the slender stallion to look so miserable: “I didn’t mean much at all. Like yeah, sure, I come from a much harsher world, but I’m not saying it’s better. And weakness, too, is pretty subjective. Would I want you next to me in a battle? Probably not. But then again those are not the skills needed here, and I lack so many of them. Like, you probably know your way around, and how which horse should be spoken to and all that. I’m sure you’re fine with things that matter in Eithne. They’re all new to me, much like I guess battles and such would be to you.”
He gave a pause, before he finished: “I’m probably not making that much sense. I’m, uh, just sorry, okay?”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 19, 2017 17:27:46 GMT -6
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Ears that had been back slowly swiveled to focus on Bale once more. With each word, Clythus worked through and tried to figure out their true meaning. Mane slipped easily over his perfectly groomed hide, falling back into place over his right eye and the silver dappled slave tipped his head slightly. “No… That makes more sense now actually. I’m… I’m sorry I’m pretty sensitive. I’ve had to train myself to be in tune to those around me and in doing so, I’ve become more emotional then I mean to be.” He gave a weak smile and glanced up to the stars.
“If you’d like… I could help guide you around Valore and give you some tips and tricks to dealing with the other equines? I know some nobles can be rather harsh if you so much as look at them wrong…” Eyes glinted for a second with a small memory of how he had been yelled at and ridiculed in broad daylight. “Though, I know I’m not much to look at right now, but if you’re up for it or if i even stand a chance, I'd… Be more than honored to have some training tips from you.” A small laugh left him, looking down at the ground. “I’m as far from a warrior as one can get but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try my hardest…” Shoulders rolled a bit and Clythus picked up a small bottle of sparkling juice he had grabbed from the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 15:54:26 GMT -6
Bale watched for Clythus’ reaction - it was sort of intriguing, in a sense. His day-to-day meetings with other slaves were so different from this, and it was curious to see how much impact mere words could make. Bale wasn’t usually one to use his words as his sword, instead of, you know, a literal sword, but it was apparently a very revered skill in Aodh. And definitely something that could bite him in the backside, if he wasn’t careful.
Bale offered a mere, small smile to Clythus’ first words, one that he hoped looked at least somewhat understanding. He had nothing wise to add, so it was probably best he did not comment anything.
The burnt buckskin’s head cocked a bit, and he nodded to the thought of been shown around. It wasn’t something his master had ever truly expected of him, but surely Milan would be proud if he knew his way around. Yes, he liked the thought.
But Clythus went on before he had the chance to form an actual reply, and for a moment he looked very confused as to where the conversation was suddenly going. As soon as his brain wrapped around the thought, he looked slightly surprised, then deep in thought. He opened his mouth to reply, but instead was faced with a question.
“Yeah, sure, thanks”, he said, raising a cup with his teke, not very focused in what was actually offered - he just assumed it was something regular.
“When it comes to being shown around, I suppose that would be useful, yes. If you’re sure you have the time, I mean”, he started, and paused for a moment to gather his thoughts about training, and looked more serious: “Is training something your master wishes? I wouldn’t want either of us to get into trouble. If it is, I guess you could stop by the training grounds some day and we could see about that.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 23, 2017 15:56:34 GMT -6
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It looked to Clythus that Bale was enjoying himself, but he was so calm, so collected, it was hard to tell sometimes. As the conversation furthered and Bale accepted the drink, the silver dapple slave rose the two glasses, pouring the fizzy liquid into them. It wasn’t alcoholic, the slave had remembered how against going to the bar’s Bale had seemed and opted for something more fun in terms of taste and texture.
Hovering the glasses, he set one down next to the larger slave and then took his own sip, moving to place to bottle back into the basket so there was less chance of it spilling. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t have the time for it.” He smiled softly, absorbing the other's words before glancing out over the water. The waves where soothing, even from up high their rhythm against the sand was heard and created a nice ambiance. “My mistress wouldn’t be opposed to it. She gives me my free time without questions and as long as I don’t get into trouble or come back broken in some way, well… The time is my own.” He smiled brightly, looking over at the slave with a head dip. “Then we shall! At least to see if it’s even worth your time trying to teach me.” He laughed softly, taking another sip as he tipped his head. “What about your master? Will they be ok with you teaching someone?” Worry could go both ways, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 15:58:28 GMT -6
Bale took a sip of the curious drink - it was fizzing in his mouth, but the flavor didn’t indicate alcohol or any other type of weird, unwanted thing. His gaze followed Clythus’ shortly to the ocean, and then back to his companion. He frowned slightly when Clythus spoke of his master - it was a relationship he couldn’t quite understand. But the silver stallion didn’t seem like he considered it strange, so Bale left it at just not getting it.
But once he was asked about his master’s view, he completely forgot about anything else. He slowly shook his head: “I think so, as it shouldn’t take anything away from my own training, and he hasn’t forbidden me being social with others. I help train his sales stock anyway, so it’s not a far leap.”
It wasn’t really a duty he enjoyed, but then again those slaves didn’t usually ask to be trained, they just had to take it, regardless.
He took another deep sip, and then finished his drink. He took a moment to just look at the sea, and the stars, before looking back at Clythus: “I think I should probably get going, my master will be expecting me back. But you can come by the training arenas near the Crucible any day, I usually train from early morning to a bit over noon.”
The more he thought about his master, the more he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been gone too long. Time had just flown by. He got up, and tried his best to still focus and stay polite:
“Thank you for the evening. Do you need help with anything now?” His gesture pointed at all the items carefully placed out. And well, the slender stallion had been quite winded getting there, so Bale felt like it was right to ask.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 23, 2017 16:00:25 GMT -6
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Tonight had been very enjoyable. And even though the stallion knew Bale was mostly unavailable in terms of emotionally and relationship wise the silver slave couldn't help feel a small crush pool in his stomach. It was always strange when he developed these feelings and most of the time he ignored it. The same would be said for Bale. He would ignore any emotional attachments he harvested besides friendship and move on. His love life always ended in tragedy.
As the larger slave spoke about when he trained, Clythus smiled, feeling his own self worth and confidence soar slightly. “I will make sure to come one morning soon. At least for you to assess me.”. He flicked his glass lightly against Bales before he blinked and quickly explained. “Sorry when good things happen or when we want to celebrate some sort of good in the world, equines clink glasses to show that appreciation and joy. I… I'm not sure if you knew that one.”. He looked away nervously before standing and looking at the items he had brought. “Oh! No that's alright. Getting down should be easier than coming up. I'll be fine. It's better you get back sooner if you're worried.”. He gestured with his hoof towards the trail before bowing his head. “Thank you for tonight Bale. It was… nice.”.
Another smile and Clythus wanted to see what Bale would do. If he left he would start to clean up, if he lingered he would wait to see what else he had to say, if anything.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 16:09:03 GMT -6
“I had seen that habit, yes”, Bale said. Clinking glasses, or glass for that matter, really, wasn’t all that common in Onea, but Eithne was obviously different. He would have hated to break someone else’s glasses though. All sorts of mess, for sure.
For a moment Bale looked slightly concerned, and he sized Clythus up trying to figure if he would be safe left alone. He realized that probably the polite thing to do would be to walk Clythus back, then run home, but then again Milan could be temperamental, and any extra moments probably wouldn’t be in his favor. He started rolling up the blanket a bit, as if trying to be helpful, but stopped when he thought that maybe he was just doing it wrong.
“Yeah, no, thank you”, he managed to say, and nodded slightly as he continued: “Be safe, and I’ll see you at the training grounds one day.”
Another glance at Clythus and the surroundings to make sure everything was in order, and then he turned to leave. He knew he was departing a bit abrubtly, but then again, he couldn’t stay out looking at the stars all night. Surely Clythus understood. He continued at a brisk trot in hopes that his master wouldn’t be quite as mad as he assumed he might be.
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