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Post by Queerly on Feb 12, 2016 0:04:31 GMT -6
Though it had been his own command, Amadeus had yet to move. The Boy King was rooted to the spot, nostrils flared and eyes wide, regarding the carnage around him with such shock that it bordered on dissociation. He couldn't process this dream, this nightmare. The sight of blood, the scent of smoke, the agonized noises that had left Gabe's mouth when he'd screamed. It was too much, too much-
But then Bones was speaking. He was telling Shiya to run, to take Amadeus with him, to leave? Whatever spell had gripped him was shattered by the audacity of his Adviser's suggestion. "No!" He trilled, his wings unfurling in a flourish that swirled the stinging smoke and ash, "We stay together! We-"
Something down the hallway exploded, and the ceiling above them began to sink inch by inch, sharp cracks promising the collapse of panels and mortar. Amadeus shrank on his haunches, a fearful gaze thrown skywards- but still, he did not run. Bones would not, could not escape at such a pace, and Gabriel was not even on his hooves. If he abandoned them, abandoned his people when they needed him, what use was he? What good was he as a King if he could not even safeguard the most vulnerable of his herd?
Shaking, his fear so potent that vomit threatened the back of his throat, Amadeus closed the distance between the others and himself. He could feel the heat of the fire, too close to be pleasant. It was chasing them quickly, too quickly, burning only a few yards away from where their party rallied around the broken noble. If they didn't move soon... if they waited too long, they would never outrun it. Never. The King swallowed at the thought, and then opened his chattering teeth to speak-
GET UP
The voice shook the very recesses of their souls, rattling against their skulls. It was deep, imposing like the oncoming malevolence of a wild fire. It demanded that they listen, demanded that they obey, and as the words echoed through the ore of their veins the encroaching fire seemed to still. No- it did not still but was pushed back, away from their group, held at bay by a force unseen.
Gabe's body was grasped, not by physical force or the kiss of telekinesis, but by the raw energy of something distinctly inequine. It lifted him, commanding him to be on his feet, and once he was grounded it gave him one single, sharp shove.
"... The hidden door is not far!" Amadeus called, when indeed he could speak again. It felt like it took him an eternity to find his voice, an infinity in which there was nothing by the crackle of fire held back and the voice of god. "Please- follow me!"
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Post by noshik on Feb 12, 2016 1:16:26 GMT -6
He didn't understand why they couldn't just... just leave him, it made such perfect sense. What use was he to anyone now?
What would his parents think?
He was blind.
He was dying.
A prospect of marriage was gone, slipped past as even a fortune wouldn't tempt anyone of standing to a scarred, fading, deformed lump of flesh. It was absurd.
The voice startled him, the little grey jerked as an unknown sound rattled his very being. A hallucination? It wasn't the first time he'd thought a god was speaking to him, yet this was different... surely not.
He wasn't worthy, he didn't deserve to have his lords eyes fall on him.
He was a wasted effort.
But now he was being lifted, shoved forward just so that he staggered forward and skittered forward, hooves catching on unseen rubble.
'But why?'
Why him and not those screaming behind them. Ungrateful? No, he simply didn't understand.
Surely his lord knew this was wasted, if this wasn't a sickened mind again playing cruel tricks.
"I-I.. I.."
The gelding tried, but he couldn't tell where the voice was coming from, a step was taken but a shake in the floor had him backing away faster than any wise horse would do.
"I..w-where are you?!"
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 12, 2016 9:33:04 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
The smoke in the crowded hallway was steadily unfurling its murky fingers amongst their sweat ridden bodies, and Heroin could feel her throat burning as she inhaled short, sharp breaths. It was begging to consume them all, clouding her eyes and encouraging her to succumb to sleep, to simply drift away in a peaceful haze, and how nice it would be, to just, let go.
She shook her head, trying to fight the feeling, to suppress it for just a little longer, fire is never kind to flesh, the unfortunate noble was proof alone of that.
Her relief when the Arabian finally found his feet was short lived, for he staggered like a lovesick drunk between herself and Bones, whilst the young king simply looked back at them, almost starstruck. It seemed that none of them were like to make it out of this place, alive anyway…
And then, a voice, something powerful, ancient, was amongst them and a path became clear, the fire almost wavering in place, dancing and cavorting wickedly as it was suppressed from its kindling.
The two simple words that reverberated throughout all their heads cleared her mind of the overbearing smog and she felt a new surge of adrenaline flow throughout her stout body.
“Fuck this.”
She snarled, ears flattening against her neck, her patience had worn thin, niceties be damned.
Spinning around as Gabe started to flee backwards, she pushed off from her hind legs, rearing and snatching one of his delicate ears in her bloodied teeth and held fast, yanking his head down and physically started dragging the noble back towards the herd before the foolish colt fell arse over head and caught fire again.
A steady trickle of warm vital fluid ran down her foreleg as they jogged, staining the pale hairs a dirty brown. Pain was patiently hammering on her joints and she could feel something was wrong, much worse than the simple nicks that littered her body, but she refused to even give it a glance, knowing the wound would become all the more real if she did.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2016 15:16:35 GMT -6
"I'll be aright" Bones whispered to Mateo. He appreciated her concern, but frankly, there was likely little she could do unless she could clear the air. Which, given the range of gifts he'd been seeing within the past few years, wouldnt be so out of the ordinary anymore.He frankly just wanted to keep everyone as safe as he could, he didn't care so much about himself as he did everyone else. "You go on'n get away from those flames yeah?" he told her, wheezing and breathless.
Bones wanted to bark at Amadeus, tell him to just go. Shiya could take care of him, get him to safety, he knew she could. He knew he coudln't. Not anymore. He wanted to yell, to get him to run. But the small child he cared so much for stood his ground, however foolish Bones thought that was. The ceiling rattled, small bits of stone clattering across Bones' burnt and lacerated back, causing him to wince. He looked up, bright blue eyes tired as the roof above creaked and groaned. This was unescapable. Bones slowly began to move forward, though sluggish as the heat of the fire turned the sweat on his coat to steam.
But the smoke was too thick. It was choking the old advisor, and it was rather obvious. His nostrils were wide, slim sides heaving as he struggled to breathe past the fumes and dust. Bones' head was low, chin at the level of his bloody knees as he tried to his best to keep Gabe upright. He wasn't doing a very good job of it though, what with his lungs burning and his chest tight. It was obvious the smoke and dust was wiping the old man out, and his bloody back, haunches, and front limbs weren't helping. He stumbled, knees shaking, before a voice unlike any other rattled his old bones from the inside out.
GET UP
Bones staggered forward, staying on his feet by some unseen miracle. He allowed Heroin to take care of Gabe. it seemed as though she had it handled as she grabbed the poor sod by one ear. Hidden door? Bones was unaware of a hidden door, then again he avoided the Crucible like the plague if he ever had the chance to. He slowly plodded after Amadeus as best as he could, battered and wheezing as he was. He stumbled on rubble several times, and though the fire was being held back by some unseen, likely Ignacio-made, force, Bones' pulse still hammered in his veins each time he tripped, skidding his nose or knees on the stone that rattled below his hooves.
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Post by noshik on Feb 12, 2016 21:56:11 GMT -6
Instinct told him to fight it, though whatever flailing he did was short lived as the stronger mare tugged him forward, his steps were high and long. He looked deerish and the only sounds he made now were muted whimpers and sniffles.
He stumbled only two times.
Went down once though the threat of losing an ear had him scrambling right back up.
Why him? Not that he was ever one to question his god, what did he know. He was a stupid. spoiled little horse.But still, what could he offer? He was damned to become a rambling vegetable for gods sake.
Yet he had been lifted away. Not some able bodied stallion, or mare.
Him.
Would he even received an answer this time?
Such a bitter thought shocked him, his mind falling silent.
"H-how.. h-how close a-are we?" His voice shook between sobs, his coat misted in a light sheen of sweat, yet he was so cold as pain began to sink into his bones. Thick droplets of blood rolled off his face, some of it was suspiciously jelly like, red mixing with a white substance and should anyone look and think too hard it became obvious just what was dripping down.
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 12, 2016 22:25:11 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble Scarlet can't say she was exactly impressed by the group. Gabriel, she had finally recalled the young noble's name and if he'd said it earlier she had missed it, was high stepping with his pretty little empty eyes sockets, and that did not particularly bode well with her stomach. Bones was hacking like an old witch, and she did suppose that he was a little older than her so he had every right to. Heroin the slave was dragging the high stepping Gabriel by the ear and looked pissed enough for Scarlet not to comment and dear little Amadeus needed to learn to talk faster. All the times his leadership, his rallies, had been interrupted could have just been sidestepped if the child moved his mouth a tad more quickly. Her tail was singed, her fur boiling, and her eyes burning. Then it just so happened that Ignacio the almighty fire god, who was saving their haunches on this day, had to speak in a gust of wind, holding back the fire just a little. That's when the mare saw her forelock literally crumble away. She resisted the urge to screech obscenities back at the her Lord, but supposed that having the chance to grow back her forelock would be much nicer than dying without one. The voice, even though it was most destructive in all of its godliness, shook her heart and echoed through her mind. The roan mare then snapped rod straight as her King finally gave a worthwhile command and started to move on his own without being pushed along or waiting longer than necessary. Scarlet was done with all of this. Her lord, her group, partially with the King, and she was most done with the fact that after this she'd either be hunting for Mandi's body or Mandi herself in crowds of dead and still panicked horses. Yes, that and that the fights would be closed until the ring repaired. Fire may be racing up the halls towards her, but she was not going to fucking let go the fact that she was beyond pissed and becoming borderline helldemon in about .2 seconds. "Gabriel, honey, we're close enough for you to just keep walking with Heroin and to stay quiet a bit longer. The more you cooperate, the faster we can all get to Medics." Even though she was fuming, knowing the noble's name finally gave her the little insight into his life that she'd heard rumors of, and so she spoke to him in a motherly yet strict tone. Hopefully he would be calmed the slightest. [423 Words] |
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Feb 13, 2016 7:35:52 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
None too gently, she shoved and grabbed with both her body and teke at anyone, besides those of her little mismatch gang, who lingered for too long by her in this oversized crumbling furnace. At the very least she felt she was saving some lives, for a fleeting moment feeling she had purpose. Though despite her bravo, the little young mare was vaguely aware of the bloody misfortune that had befallen the Noble Screamer and she did her best to avoid gazing directly at him. She did not trust herself to keep what little control she had over herself in check if she did. Instead she paid mind to their deteriorating surroundings. The flames grew wildly with ash and smoke began to choke the air while debris littered the increasingly unstable floor. With the now sightless, the elderly and the young King in tow, her heart sank at the sudden thought that they may not make it through these obstacles. As an undeniable fear infected and almost consumed her heart, a barking voice snapped her attention to the pressing moment. When Bones hastily came at her and tugged her toward the little white king, she was confused by his actions. That is until he spoke. That damned idjit! Breathing in to rant and rage at the departing back of her uncle, she instead took in the smoke and ash that hung thick in the air. Easily sent into a coughing fit. Tears streamed from her eyes as her aflame lungs refused to stop until most of the accursed substance left. Even then she had to take slow breaths so she didn't set it off. The sudden explosion certainly tested her to keep it under wraps. Snapping her head up to the slowly sinking ceiling, she fought her immediate instinct to flee for her life. They had to get out of here. ALL of them. "You're mad if you think I'm leaving you behind, Uncle. So yes, for once I'm agreeing with someone and of all equine, it's the King. We're all getting out of here! Now let's-"
GET UP Rattled down to her very soul, Shiya was struck silent as she almost broke her neck snapping it around to face the little King. Only once before had she even felt a presence even remotely similar to this one, let alone heard such a voice. This one however was more like an inferno then the hurricane she witnessed all those years ago. As she witnessed the flames being driven back and the rose grey stallion raised, set and pushed, she could not help but tremble at the inequine presence surrounding them. This could only mean.....she was being saved by a god. .....No... they were... The God of Fire cared not for her, not for one blessed by Alya, she was merely in the right place at the right time. Barely feeling her heart constricting before she tried to bury it, she almost watched the young King warily as his voice was once more returned to normal. "Great then let's go, Your Majesty!" Just barely keeping herself uneasily prancing in place, she glanced at the slave dragging the noble by his ear, finally gazing with horror at his eyeless face. Don't puke don't puke! Knowing how much being grabbed by the ear hurt, she barely thought or cared before she used her telekinesis to tear a length off her already ruined clothing. "Heroin right? Drag him along with this instead his ear." With a quick knot around his neck, she left the cloth rope to them to use as they please before she finally hurried herself along the crumbling corridor. Yet at every trip or wince of pain from her uncle set her further and further on edge, making her curse the Vagabonds for the misfortune they brought with them. She certainly wanted to join the Emin Scarlet with her previously voiced desire to have them hunted down. But first they had to clear out of here. Wait...clear! Now cursing herself for not thinking of it sooner, she tightly arched her neck as she tried to grasp onto the Blessing the Winged God gave to her. Feeling what air there was left, she swung her neck out ahead of her and pushed what debris and smoke that laid before them out and away. Effectively clearing the path and air.....for the moment. But at a cost for one untrained with her Blessing of Air Manipulation. Her strength zapped, it was a miracle her now struggling legs didn't give out from the sudden exhaustion. No she had to keep moving, just as everyone else had to do. "The path is cleared for now! So move it or lose it!" she croaked. (Post 4 | Word Count: 789)
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Post by noshik on Feb 15, 2016 21:10:59 GMT -6
He stopped, one leg awkwardly cocked as something was tossed around his neck, and hopefully his ear would be released. "S-someone sao-said something about stairs...?" He eked out, moving along as best he could yet continually bumped into the poor girl leading him along. "S.. I should go last. I-IF I fall."
As if they needed him taking everyone out on the way down just because he missed a step. Or holding the line up because he couldn't ind where to put his hoof next. unaware the path was clear, he continued his awkward high stepping gait. "M-maybe.. maybe if some one c-cou-counted the steps?"
He would know how many down it was. Maybe he could go a little faster? Every little shake of the structure around him had him off balance, Gabe slowly found himself again giving up and leaned into the little zebra hybrid. "S-orry I.. I just.." But he trailed. his voice felt tight and his stomach was turning as adrenaline dwindled and the pain in his face radiated outward, like waves hammering a beach. It made the grey tremble and wobble, and cry all the harder. "I'm sorry.."
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Post by Queerly on Feb 17, 2016 1:36:48 GMT -6
Yes. Yes! They were moving, slowly perhaps, but by the gods they were moving and that was all that mattered. It had only taken a little divine intervention, a holy shove. Amadeus could have cried with relief, but there wasn't time . The Crucible was still coming down, its mighty weight bending the rafters, stone and wood splitting. Amadeus glanced up as he cantered down the smoking hallway, reminded that danger remained even in the presence of god. Someone brushed his shoulder, and from the corner of his eye Amadeus caught a flash of gold. His heart stuttered to a halt. Mother? He swung his head to look properly, and found not a vision of the former King, but the very real presence of the War-Forged Ambassador. Mateo wasn't his mother, obviously, yet having her at his side was just as encouraging, her raw strength not so different from the matriarch he- and all of Aodh- had lost only six months prior. She was calm, and she was powerful, all things that he needed to be in that moment. Amadeus absorbed that aura, and his nostrils flared with renewed determination. " Hurry!" He called. The crowd had thinned, but the stairways remained clogged with scrambling bodies. The boy-king avoided them, making a beeline for the passage he knew wasn't far. He glanced over his shoulder, counting the horses in tow. His Adviser, Bones, stumbling but keeping pace. Shiya, making sure he stayed on track. Scarlet, more sprightly than he himself. The slave... Heroin? Was that her name? Heroin was pulling Gabe along, and by the flame it was good to see someone taking responsibility for him. " Almost there..." And then at last they were before the wall the contained the hidden door. Rumor had it that there were several secret passageways within the Crucible, built into her walls when their ancestors had first erected her,. Amadeus only knew of this one. His mother had used it once, in her youth. Something to do with a riot, hostile slaves. It didn't matter. What mattered was that, as he stood staring at the wall, the boy-king realized he didn't know what the switch was. " Gods damn it!" He whispered. It was the first swear he'd ever uttered in all his young life. " S-start feeling along the walls! One of the bricks has to activate it, I'm sure of it..."
Here.
It was the voice again, reverberating in the pit of their souls. The presence gripped Mateo, washed over her entire being and gently possessed, drawing her head to an unused sconce. It bid her to grip the metal with her teeth and pull. The sconce gave with a click, and the wall rumbled, revealing its false wall and the stairs that spiraled down into darkness. As the presence released its hold on the mare, Amadeus stepped forward. " F-follow me! It leads underground, I think- we'll resurface in the noble district." And down he went. |
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Post by posy-punch on Feb 18, 2016 20:00:26 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble
Foolish child, that little Gabriel, the mare piped up her voice yet again and it whistled towards Gabe's ears, "What if you lose count Gabriel?" She sighed, "Besides, if you went last and fell you'd take all of us out on your way down." The roan turned her bald head towards Amadeus, the boy king, as he began to talk of the trigger for the door. Apparently they were there. Fire still crackled down the halls and there was the scraping of rocks as the Crucible weighed down, supports removed by explosions, but Scarlette doubted that it would fall. If it did. She's lived long and with great fortune. As Amadeus swore the mare fought back a bark of laughter, they might corrupt the innocent pegasus yet. "S-start feeling along the walls! One of the bricks has to activate it, I'm sure of it..." The king began to brush is muzzle against it and just as Scarlette stepped forward to do the same the voice rang out again. Her heart jumped as it resonated yet again in her body. She closed her eyes and listened, but the voice had passed as quickly as it came.
"Here." She opened her eyes and watched as the War-Forged Ambassador stiffened. The presence had not yet left and instead had possessed this poor mare. She moved gracefully under the control of one so powerful and her muzzle to the key to passage. She pulled against the metal and a click was clearly heard. Stairs were revealed and Scarlette had to stifle a groan. "I swear it, we need slides. Imagine simply stepping onto a smooth surface, perhaps something a Breim would make. You'd just slip on down and there'd be a landing pad so that my pretty little legs won't be broken." Her voice dripped with displeasure at the thought of the many stairs, and the ones that they'd have to go back up once they got to the noble district. Amadeus started his journey down into the darkness of the spiral staircase and Scarlette very reluctantly followed him. Shiya took place in line right behind Scarlette and the roan thought with very little assurance that perhaps the draftier mare would stop a falling Gabriel from killing all of them. Polished black hooves clattered against smooth stone stairs and then she slipped. She felt weightless for a moment and then she tumbled near to the ground. A leg out here and she'd just been stopped. Only a step was skipped, yet she was still shaken up. She stood again and then shook herself, taking from habit that she'd have a mane, yet she did not anymore. After a moment of confusion at that she collected herself and continued after the bird King. His pale coat like a beacon in the darkness of the stairs. It wasn't too long before she reached the ground floor and moved to stand beside Amadeus to wait for the rest to come down. She sighed quietly and flicked an ear, waiting for the rest to allow them all to keep moving. [515 Words] |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 14:56:37 GMT -6
Bones leaned heavily against the nearest trembling wall for a moment, one scraped shoulder against the stone as he tried to catch his breath amongst the smoke and dust. The air cleared somewhat when SHiya used her gift, something Bones had not seen before, and he had to admit, he was grateful for it. He wheezed and coughed regardless, and remained where he was for a moment more, waiting until Mateo, Gabe, Scarlet, and Heroin had passed him, making sure they had everyone in their group, not unlike a chaperone on a field trip.
The small clod of equines slipped down into the freshly opened passageway hidden in the wall, but Bones paused at the top of the steps. Stairs. His worn, grey ears flicked back, and his brittle, worn hooves started down on the smooth stone. He turned sideways, so if he did fall he wouldn't go headfirst, and he went slowly enough to allow everyone in front of him ample room as well. Just in case. He could barely see down here, only seeing the near white figure of Amadeus far ahead. The stairs were cleanly cut into the stone and in good shape, but slick and smooth, something Bones did not appreciate at all. His hooves, brittle, chipped, and worn as they were, slid as he shuffled down the stairs. It didn't help that his front limbs were bloody and slick anyway, leaving crimson hoofprints as he went. He'd already cracked his nose on the ground, and scuffed his upper lip, and didn't feel like adding more scrapes to himself so soon.
As everyone descended, the door to the outside world slowly creaked closed, the entrance sealed away behind them. It was dark, but cool down here, the stone seeming sturdy. Bones' nostrils flared as he went on, blind in the dark, praying he wouldn't trip. But he remained quiet, knowing his voice would likely echo like mad down here.
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 21, 2016 2:09:45 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Her short tail whipped against Gabriel’s side as he started leaning against her, though it was more out of habit than a genuine act of telling him to step off. She had never willingly been this close to another horse for years but, despite the atmosphere, she felt strangely at peace, glad to have a job that kept her mind preoccupied from the destruction hailing down all around them, even though no one had ordered her to.
Her grip on the ailing noble never faltered as they jogged haphazardly, remaining upright when he stumbled, merely following the movements with a simple bob of her head. When they passed Bones and reached the foot of the stairs, both came to a rough stop, and she finally accepted the golden coated mare’s offer of her now rather, well-traveled chunk of cloak, reluctantly releasing her yellowed teeth from the ear.
She was built for climbing and navigation, not flight as the others were, so the stairs would have hardly been a challenge if she was not hindered by the noble. Still, she persisted.
“Slide your foot along the ground to feel the drop…”
She muttered, before snatching the cloth and keeping it close to his slender throat, taking the first step down, she pressed the noble against the wall with her body in an attempt to try and navigate the stairs unscathed.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Feb 21, 2016 7:22:20 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
“No time for sorry, just move and we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” She called back to the one she thought she heard be called Gabriel. Struggling to stay in amongst the leading horses, Shiya was puffing and growing desperate for the clean air and the night sky. Drifting to the side a little, she hastily leapt back toward the little gang when a decent piece of the ceiling fell and very nearly clipped her.
Stuff this; she wanted out of here now!
Even with the young King muttering assurances, Shiya sprint as fast as her tired body could go, wanting nothing more than to get out. It was only because she was vaguely keeping an eye on the Amadeus and Mateo that they found their destination. Skidding to stop the little golden mare had to backtrack a little so she could try to find this damn brick. Had to be a brick….. a special brick out of all these damn bricks! Just as she was about to spew some colourful words herself, The Fire God decided to once more intervene. She could only stare at the Ambassador as she seemed to knowingly reach for the handle and pull, finally revealing the hidden passage. Uncomfortable laying her ears against her neck as she heard it led underground, Shiya watched as the little cremello Pegasus vanished into the dark of the passage. Ignoring the old Eminent’s rambles as she went in after him, Shiya gave a final glance down both ways of the crumbling corridor, briefly catching sight of a speckled seal bay horse with a furious scowl before another part of the ceiling came crashing down before them and anyone else in the hall.
“Time to go!”
With that she hurried into the dark after the Emin Scarlet.
Though she had her recreational adventures on the rooftops of Valore, Shiya was not at present enjoying the fact she was exploring a new part of Valore she never knew of. Her heart especially leapt into her throat when the old Noble before her slid. Reaching out and grabbing on her tail with her teke was her first reaction when she quickly found her footing, Shiya felt herself tremble violently. With fear, anger, relief? Maybe all three?
She violently flung the tail within her teke away . “Gods! Watch where you’re stepping you old nag!” As soon as the words left her, she was aware she was only snapping because of her fraying nerves and felt a slither of regret. But she did not take them back.
Instead she shut her mouth and twitched her ears and eyes back and forth, trying to keep tabs on everyone. So far so good….
Then when everyone was in, the door closed and left them in complete echoing darkness. “Uhh anyone have a light by any chance…?”
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Post by noshik on Feb 21, 2016 19:58:09 GMT -6
The advice was headed, and slowly, step by step the shaking boy felt his way down the worn stone steps, the echoing of the staircase was almost comforting. There was no time for that now, he--he needed to hurry, concentrate, what if the flames leaked down here? Thick smoke clogging the passage... It made his head buzz. One step. Two... three. He counted as he went down.
The head twitching had started again, where as before, in the hall it may of seemed to be a nervous tick, only evident if he stared too hard at something. Only now it was more prevalent, an odd tilt to his head that hardly seemed comfortable, an odd twitch rippling across his muscles, his steps less coordinated, stiff yet loose at the same time. All it took was for his limb to jerk, suddenly bent back so tightly the joint gave a creak of distress and he began to tip forward. It all happened so fast. He came crashing down in a furry of flailing legs, striking the rock walls hard enough to chip his hooves, and gouge the softer sections of the walls. He would stop a few feet down, wedged between walls with his neck being the wedge, drawn so far back and to the side it would be easy to assume it was broken.
It would only last for a minuet, an agonizing sixty seconds, his legs cut from ragged flailing hooves were finally still, though the muscles still rippled with threats. The electrical firestorm that had ravaged the gelding seemed to be slipping away, and for the meantime, had taken consciousness with it.
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Post by hey-stardust on Feb 22, 2016 6:10:03 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
With each cautious step they took, her adrenaline ebbed, fading back into the depths of her bloodstream. As there was now nothing to preoccupy her mind and blindly set her to a task, her wounds made themselves known instead, and they bled anew as she moved and cracked their delicate, hasty seals.
The cut on her left foreleg demanded the majority of her attention however, making her stagger, taking jagged, uneven steps in an attempt to lessen the severity of the sharp, persistent pain that radiated up her leg with each weight-bearing footfall.
Her eyes had just started to adjust to the darkness, eagerly absorbing what little light there was and slowly making out shapes from the rough hewn stones when, everything they had voiced and predicted -though not entirely accurate in its original description- came to pass.
A few ticks of his head was all it took and down they both went, for she was too slow and hindered by her own shortcomings to get out of the way. As the colt seized, one of his legs managed to catch hers, hitting the tendon head on. A strangled bray escaped her lips and was cut short as she fell with him, the pair becoming unwitting test subjects to Scarlett's slide musings.
Her weight managed to pull her almost to the bottom of the stairwell, and she felt the warmth of someone's legs touching her back.
She struggled to her aching hooves once more, though it took far longer than it should have, for her limbs shook and slid out from underneath her.
Taking a shaky breath, she tried to press weight back onto her foreleg, only to find that the best she could do was hold it awkwardly in the air, for the tendon was well and truly severed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 21:33:48 GMT -6
Bones snorted in the quiet. "I don't have a light, sorreh Shiya, looks like we're goin' blind on this one." He said gently, stepping down the steps with vast amounts of caution. The adrenaline was wearing off fast, leaving the elder advisor exhausted and weak in the knees. His back was beginning to ache where he'd been scalded and where falling rock had sliced into his thin skin. It wasn't long before the pain of that, combined with his bloody forelimbs, scraped nose, and jarred old bones began to take its toll, and he began to slow.
Though, as one of Gabe's seizures grabbed him by the throat, the sudden noise spooked the old, greying advisor. He squealed, momentarily thrown off balance, his worn old hooves slipping out from under him. For once he was thankful he was at the back, he didn't have anyone to run into his hind end. But he went down regardless on the hard stone. For any other horse, a fall like this wasn't too terrible, but as frail as Bones was, it could be potentially deadly if handled wrongly. Bones landed hard, rolling for two individual steps before landing with a groan.
Bones lay motionless on the stone for a moment, shock and pain radiating through his slender frame. Finally, his long legs unfolded, and he went to move, quickly deciding against it as his skull throbbed. He quickly took inventory, all four legs were still in place, his hips seemed intact, as did his shoulders. But his head. It ached something awful, and black spots danced in front of his eyes. He must've clonked his head.
With a bit of a wheeze, he relaxed as well as he could against the hard, cold stone and allowed his eyes to close. Everything ached, and as of now he wanted little more than to go home. He wondered vaguely if Heroin and Gabe were okay, but knew if he tried to get up he'd simply fall down another few stairs and possibly do himself in. He fell quiet, knowing Gabe and Heroin would likely need help more than he would, he just needed to stop and rest for a while. They could always send someone back for him anyway if needed, he was safe here, at least for now.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Mar 1, 2016 6:24:53 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
“Yaaay.. going in blind. Won’t this be fun.” She flicked away loose strands of her mane from her eyes, despite knowing it’ll do little good in this darkness. She loathed how she could not see the stars or the moons, only feeling the vague impression of stones closing in. “Just….no one else decide to take a trip down to the ground too, ok…….” Even though her words were meant to be snide it was easily overshadowed by genuine concern in her tone. But it would seem she spoke too soon.
It was the subtle yet erratic creaks of joints behind her that was the first warning and with barely a glance behind her she saw a pair of equine bodies tumbling down toward her and everyone in front of her. It was instinct that grabbed her and threw her forward to the sides of Amadeus and Scarlet before she shoved them to one side as best as she could and out of danger of being tangled with Gabriel and Heroin.
Heart thundering at the unwelcomed surprise, Shiya checked on the three equines she deemed important to her, one way or another. The young King was the easiest as she was stood protectively beside him. The War-forged Ambassador Mateo was the next easiest as even her sooty buckskin coat stood out. Her uncle however was the hardest to spot and it was only when she looked down a little because of a subtle movement that she notice what she thought was part of the stairs was in fact Bones himself.
“Bones!” Young and sure hooves pivoted around and hurried to her fallen Grand Uncle. She was careful as she lowered her head to gently nuzzle him and though relieved to hear he was still breathing, tears threatened to fall at the scare she had been given.
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Post by Queerly on Mar 17, 2016 1:27:21 GMT -6
The passageway was dark and deep. It muted the distant explosions that still peppered the Crucible, crumbling her infrastructure. Amadeus trembled as he listened, young ears catching the final snap of something tearing, of something finally letting go- And then a roar shook the very earth beneath their hooves as arena collapsed within itself. Above their heads, the symbol of Valore fell to dust and sanguine smears on stone. Tears pricked the boy's eyes, but they were not shed for the Crucible itself. The arena's desolation was certainly a low blow to both city and morale, but she could be rebuilt. No, the emotion behind Amadeus' eyes was for his people. Lives were much more precious than stone. Once snuffed, they could not be renewed. How many had died in that final collapse? How many were dead just above his head...? The King told himself that everyone had escaped, though he knew better. Anyone have a light?
" Ah! Yes. O-one moment." He answered. His blessing was a fickle beast, cooperative only some of the time. As he closed his eyes, Amadeus prayed that his budding magic was in a good mood. One by one, tiny orbs of light erupted around the King's person, their golden glow devouring the darkness. Slowly but nonetheless erratic, they began to orbit their user's throat. And then? Then everything went to hell, again. The orbs went into a fearful tizzy as Gabriel began to seize, dragging Heroin down the steps. At the same time, Bones stumbled, his old form hitting the ground with what was surely too much force for a skeleton as frail as his. Crashes, bangs, kicks- it was nearly too much for Amadeus to handle, his nerves already frayed and tearing. " Mateo, please- help Bones up." He plead. He trusted the buckskin to do good by him. Ignacio had spoken through her, hadn't He? She was a good mare. Trustworthy. He left his Adviser to her and to Shiya as he turned his attention to Gabe, the noble who had fallen and not yet gotten back up. Amadeus nosed him, gently, and felt a lump form in his throat when there was no response. Heroin. She was hurt, too, one leg hocked up as though broken. " Thank the gods that we're safe here, at least." He told her, before he shifted his eyes shifted to Shiya and Scarlet. " This passageway opens up in the Noble District, close to the palace. There's a pullchain at the end, just yank it a bit and the door should open. I- I need you two to go on without us. To go get help. The palace healer and guards, bring them back with you as fast as you can, o-okay?"  WRAP UP! You may post once or twice more. We hope you had fun roleplaying in the Chapter! |
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Post by noshik on Mar 18, 2016 23:44:50 GMT -6
There was little more than a twitch or spasm of misfiring muscles, a wet sounding inhale as he struggled to breathe. The lack of light in the arab's remaining eye would prove to be alarming, glassed over and seeing through the wall as his mind left him, wander away to leave the shell of a body as it often did after such fits.
A sudden strike out of a left rear leg took a chunk out of his hoof, and gashed the wall it struck. Back legs paddled wildly before falling still and foam pushed out past drawn back lips and out flared nostrils. It was obvious the colt wasn't rising soon, not that hour, not that day. The firestorm from within that had laid waste to his body and mind still smoldered, threatening to roar to life again if prodded too much. The gentle prodding from the pale king was enough to spark another, smaller fit, legs flailing weakly a shis head was drawn painfully to the side, so his nose was nearly on the other side of his wither. Such thin legs seemed to bow, threaten to give as they met the immobile, solid stone walls of the passageway.
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Post by posy-punch on Mar 21, 2016 19:37:16 GMT -6
Scarlet | Noble
"Call me an old nag one more time, I dare you." The mare hissed back. She would have caught herself just fine without Shiya's tug on her tail and venomous words. However slighted the mare felt, she couldn't help but agree with the palomino on the need for light. Just as the boy King filled the darkness with albeit a fizzling source of light, they completely went out as Scarlet's vision blurred and she was thrust aside by the palomino. Again. She slammed into the Boy King, but quickly regained her composure before nodding delicately in the settling noise, "My apologies." When she looked back from the innocent king's face she was affronted by the three tumbled shapes at the bottom of the stairs. She had told them Gabe ought to go first, for he would surely take everyone below him down with him. What had happened after all? She shook the thought and snaked her head into the pile and her muzzle brushed against the scarred flesh of Gabriel. Then moved to where Heroin had crawled from the midst, hopping, one leg drawn up near her barrel. "Unfortunate, I wish you good healing if we make it out." She tried to be light hearted, but such an injury would ruin a slave's career. Her flesh still buzzed from the heat and flames from earlier, coming back only after the adrenaline from the fall of the others' cleared.Then the King was addressing her and as her ears pricked she heard what he asked of her and Shiya. "We'll be back then, we wish you safety." Then without waiting for Shiya, the mare took off, canter jagged and offbeat because of the stoney ground and her aching bones, not to mention the fact that her shoulder had been hit by debris and blood arced down her leg from earlier. She was in better shape than most of them though, so she could see where her legs were needed. Shiya's hooves could be heard behind her, likely, since the palomino had a thicker build than the skinny akhal teke, she would overtake Scarlet. The distance was not far, however, and she reached the pullchain first. Perhaps it was the fear of what had happened that made her tug the ring so harshly with her blaring telekinesis, but she thought nothing of it. When the passage opened up to stairs once more, she motioned with her muzzle for Shiya to go first, no one was getting in a deadly tangle this time. No not this time. Then after say thirty or so steps, the light of the streets came streaming in, but only through a window. "Such an inconspicuous place to put a hidden tunnel's flush, no?" She commented as Shiya watched her step out from the staircase. With another pull from an opposite chain, the stairs slid back to stone floor. She watched calmly as they disappeared from view. "I'll get the guards, you can find the healers?"[497 Words] |
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Post by hey-stardust on Mar 22, 2016 2:39:06 GMT -6
Heroin | Aodh | Servile Slave:
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel
like our time is running out?
Cold sweat broke out across her striped coat, slicking up uncomfortably behind her ears. Her mind had taken her into a state of limbo, she felt no pain, but couldn’t really comprehend why she was now weight bearing on a mere three legs instead of four. This ended up being a short lived predicament however, as the sound of the arena folding in on itself abruptly and violently brought her back to the present day. She flinched awkwardly on the spot at the noise, wavering unsteadily on her damaged feet as dust settled over their smarting backs.
Whilst she hadn’t been amongst the original crowds at the fight, she knew that the loss that Valore had just been witness to would be great, it had to be. The panicked, overpacked crowds would suggest there would have been few to escape the devastation unscathed. How many families would be in mourning this day?
Her gaze was vacant and impassive as these morbid thoughts crossed her mind and Amadeus addressed her, though she broke her dead stare to follow both him and Scarlet as they drifted over to the twisted grey form of her late dependent, and were rewarded with a spark of life when they nosed him, albeit an erratic and somewhat disturbing display, but one that at the very least, curbed a little of their fear for the worst.
It was only when the two toned mare gave her condolences that Heroin really stirred, reality setting in. Internal panic ravaged her thoughts as she reached the same conclusion Scarlet had, the Crucible had been her home, at least, of sorts, a place she could rest without fear of the unknown, and now…?
The damage to the arena would surely be repaired swiftly, but her place here was lost; no one would pay for the upkeep of slave with a leg injury, their recovery periods were too fickle, and there always another fresh and sound of body slave ready and willing to take her place.
She slumped, letting her knees fall back to the hard floor, hopelessness gripping at her throat, she lay still, quietly biting at her chestnuts and right leg, trying to keep her mind together and halt the prickle of tears that threatened to ruin what little composure she had.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Mar 29, 2016 2:20:29 GMT -6
Shiya | Eminent
Her ears barely registered a monstrous rumble from above or the earth quaking shakes of the earth vibrating through her body. She had even forgotten the young King had illuminated the dark corridor with little spheres of golden light. Aware no one, except Bones, was close enough to see her bowed head, Shiya tried to keep her breathing steady as she clinched her eyes shut.
Keep it together. He’s going to be fine, reminding herself he managed to survive almost a lifetime of slavery.
Stiffening when the King requested for the War-Forged Ambassador aid her Uncle, Shiya hastily wiped her tears before lifting her head up to rest her hardened gaze on the buckskin. For a moment her fascination for the Ambassador and others like her was clouded over by her natural impulse to be defensive for her Grand Uncle.
Yet the movement of the almost white King drew her attention and inevitability to the prone equine that had caused all this. Almost as soon as her gold and lilac eyes gazed upon him, a swell of wrath and hate filled her, easily seen burning bright in her gaze. Even when he seized up a little again, she very much wanted to show him what happens to those who hurt her family. Once more it was only because of the young King catching her attention that she didn't deal out vengeance.
She flattened her ears at the King’s gentle order, none too happy at the idea of going on without him or her Uncle. Though he also requested them to bring the Palace’s guards and healer, she was still hesitant to leave an injured Bones with essentially strangers and the young King. Even as the elder mare hurried off ahead, it was only she was almost disappeared into the darkness that Shiya struck the stone floor, agitated.
“Gods damn it all,” she muttered beneath her breath before looking back to Bones. “I'll be back soon, Uncle. Promise.” And then she took off like the hurricane wind, slipping past the remaining group with a graceful yet reckless ease.
Even when she saw Scarlet once more and gaining on her, Shiya recalled how the mare snapped at her before and though it was reasonable reaction, she kept a distance from her. That is until they came to the hidden doorway. She did not hesitant this time, hurrying through before Scarlet even gestured for her to go through first.
A quick smirk however did grace her lips at the elder’s comment. “True. At least no more serious shit can hit the fan now.” Hurrying off ahead, Shiya gave a curt nod. “Sure, how hard can it be to find the Palace Healer in the giant ass Palace?”
Carefully blinking her eyes to adjust to the light from the window, Shiya glance out onto the fire-lit streets of the Valore. Even with the collapse of the Crucible, the streets were madly filled with frantic equines. However the King was right when he said the Palace was not far away at least. Though she would have been much happier had the secret tunnel ended within the Palace walls, not outside them.
“Alright we’re going to have to race to the gates, otherwise we might get trampled. Hopefully there will be some guards there already, waiting for the King’s return. Let’s go.” Racing down the corridor once again, they would eventually sprint out of an archway that gradually led out to the street and head straight for the Palace gates.
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