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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 19:07:09 GMT -6
Rise of the Fire
ft. Muiris & Milan
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Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: Between chapters one & two
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 0:29:56 GMT -6
M U I R I S
never trust a survivor until you know what he did to stay alive
He turned his gaze back to the streets as another citizen bumped into him, mumbling a soft "sorry" to the large stallion before shuffling off again. Muiris tipped his head to the side with curiosity as he studied the equine. Mare or stallion, he wasnt sure, but whatever they were, they were wearing quite the ridiculous get up. His brow quirked as he shook his head. He couldnt understand why a horse would wear so much fabric, especially with how hot it was. Not to mention, the jewelry on these horses were ridiculous. Kaia forbid they went to war; all the jewelry and doodads hanging from their bodies would surely be a crisis.
Snapping out his thoughts, Muiris turned as he noticed a dark, but loudly painted stallion pass. Perhaps that was the one he was looking for? The slave trader, Milan? Well, it wouldnt hurt to ask.
"Milan?" He called, turning on his studded shod hooves and flicking his long tail out of the way before he stepped on it himself. His tied mane bounced against his shoulder as he took on a trot down the streets to catch up to - who he hoped was - the slave trader he was looking for. "Milan!" He called once more, just in case the stallion hadnt heard him the first time.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 4, 2017 8:31:34 GMT -6
MILAN
The bustling of the streets was a second nature to Milan, who had been born and bred to walk these paved streets. He knew most of the districts by heart, and while he couldn’t claim to know everyone he passed on the streets, there was an instinctive recognition, a familiarity. Those that lived on the same street as him, perhaps a few streets over – familiar faces he passed every week without a hello, but who he still knew in the back of his head. It was these familiar strangers that made New Valore into a home like no other.
It was his home, familiar territory in each way. While he avoided bumping into others, he did not pay much attention to his surroundings. Milan was quite perceptive when he wanted to be, but right now, he saw absolutely no reason to be on high alert. The Vindicators had been caught, after all, and life had regained a sense of normalcy.
He paid no mind to the unicorn as he passed it by, and when he heard his name called from among the crowd, Milan froze in a moment of confusion – the kind of confused, unsure feeling you get when you hear your name called in public, even thou you are pretty sure the call is not meant for you. His name was certainly not unique, after all, and he couldn’t come up with any reason why someone would try to contact him in the middle of a crowded street.
The dark stallion was about to keep moving, when his name was called a second time. Milan turned his head, and made momentarily eye contact with a giant who was making his way through the crowd towards him. His eyes widened slightly, mind racing to determine if he might be in some kind of danger – but the stranger did not sound hostile, even if their appearance was certainly somewhat scary.
“Yes?” he replied in confusion, his voice barely loud enough to carry over the sounds of the street.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we have met?” Milan voiced his confusion. He would certainly remember if he had ever spoken to someone so… Massive. As the stranger approached, he could make out the peculiar little horns as well – those he would absolutely remember.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 18:55:29 GMT -6
M U I R I S
never trust a survivor until you know what he did to stay alive
"No, we havent met, I'm sorry if I'm bothering you." The raider spoke, his voice soft against the ruckus of the streets as he approached the slave trader. Shuffling a shod hoof, Muiris picked up his gaze as he glanced around them before continuing. He wasnt used to having personal conversations in such crowded areas.
"It's a rather long story, actually, but I'll keep it brief." He began, taking in a deep breath before continuing, his small horns wiggling as he twitched his muzzle. "My mother went missing several years ago, and she frequented this country often. She would have written back if she was safe, so.." The large stallion trailed off for a moment, unsure of how to continue.
"I heard you slave traders keep track of.. slaves you sell." That word felt odd on his tongue. "And i was directed your way. Would you be able to help me?" He turned his gaze back to that of Milan's, almost pleadingly. Muiris was really hoping it wouldnt come to this, but this was his last option.
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 11, 2017 20:18:24 GMT -6
MILAN
The massive stranger lowered his head as he spoke, and although it did not actually make him ant smaller, it made Milan feel a bit more comfortable in their presence. After all, it was a courteous thing to do, and didn’t come off as stand-offish. He noted with curiosity that the smile he was offered did not seem to come easily, but he figured it was no surprise – in New Valore, too, times were quite hard right now. Much confusion and fear over Vindicators.
And well, some people were just not the smiling type to begin with.
A long story, huh? He felt like it would’ve been an interesting story to hear, especially since it sounded like this giant stallion was not from around these parts. How intriguing.
“I’m sorry”, he said politely to the disappearance of the mother. Milan was very close with his own parents, and would’ve been devastated if one of them went missing. This stallion seemed to be older than he was, but there was a certain hint of desperation in them which told Milan that this search was not based on duty, but love.
“I can certainly try”, Milan promised, nodding his head to the side: “My home is not far, and I keep a ledger of what I purchase and sell – sometimes I log interesting things I see in the marketplace too, just to thorough.”
It felt a bit… Morbid, to talk about his business with someone who was afraid that their mother would have become merchandise. Milan immediately thought back to any older mares he had owned – there were certainly a couple, although without knowing more details, he couldn’t really say which one, if any, was this stallion’s mother. For exact timelines, he’d need the ledger anyway.
“Please, follow me”, he said, taking off in a calm trot towards his house on the Gilded bridge.
“Are you from the War Forged?” Milan asked as they went.
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