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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 12:06:54 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 404: A Concerning Conversation
Leader: Ishmael
Participants: Ariel, Sauron, Salvatore, Io, Jack, Eyrin, Gemini
Please keep the following in mind!
- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!
- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.
- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming or doing something with another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone.
- You must reach the end of the plot to receive chapter rewards.
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't.
Prompt: With war on the horizon and lots to do before it arrives, horses that don't contribute to the preparations or plan to help and be on the desert dwellers side will need to leave. The herd must remain diligent on saving supplies, training, and creating weapons and they don't have time to deal with others using their resources and getting in the way if they don't plan on returning the favor.
Time Of Day: Evening
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Post by Queerly on Jul 15, 2017 15:58:18 GMT -6
Something was wrong.
Ishmael startled at the realization. Anxiety prickled the length of their spine, caressing each vertebrae with a familiarity that was uncomfortable. Ishmael supposed they were always uncomfortable in one way or another.
"What is it?" The Mullah wondered aloud. The Shaman said that it 'didn't help' when Ishmael spoke to themselves, but he was wrong. It helped. Their mind was a tangle of words that undulated and bled into each other, but when Ishmael spoke they could pluck a single thought from the mess and discern it. They could focus. They needed to focus, because something was wrong. (didn't anyone else notice?)
Their ears caught distant voices, and their hooves followed the sound, turning towards that single discordant note. "There?" The Mullah breathed, drifting through the oasis' lush vegetation like a doe, just as quiet. Ishmael caught sight of scales, recognizing them as Sauron's. Their heart clenched. Sauron didn't like company he didn't choose to keep.
The Mullah quickened their pace, and discovered that indeed, their friend had ample company. Ishmael's gaze flicked from the Shaman, to Salvatore, to Eyrin, and felt their anxiety ease. These were good horses. All Serorans were good, yes, but these? Some of the best, the most kind. Still, it was disconcerting to see them faced with the herd's three kirin guests, one of whom was particularly volatile. So volatile. Gemini and Ariel were calm, gentle creatures, but Sauron, Sauron had a fire in him. "Careful." Ishmael whispered, to no one in particular.
Then, "What's going on?"
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 15, 2017 17:41:49 GMT -6
Sauron
Perhaps Sauron would know what this supposed "meeting" was all about, but honestly, he was told to come out of his cave and for what? To stand outside in the evening, when he could be huddled up in his cave relaxing, but noooo. They needed to talk to him, and apparently they need to talk to other kirins as well? His eyes narrowed at all fo this, it didn't feel right and Sauron felt himself getting more bent out of shape with each lingering moment. Its been a few months since he was found out, thanks to his own stupidity, he showed himself and so far it has been a ray of sunshine ever since. Horse gawking at him, saying rude things, as if they did not know they were in the presence of a kirin. A KIRIN! How dare they say such vile things, let their eyes linger on him, like he was some sully to rutt in. The nasty sand eaters. So here he is, standing outside staring out int he desert wondering what the hell is going on, but never taking a moment to listen to much.
A hoof stamped into the ground as he tail swished with agitation, all these faces were new to him. Except for one, and it seemed his eyes lingered on him. Jack. The one that dared to rise his voice, and even come near his savior Ishmael. How dare they. Hi shook his head a bit, taking in a deep shaky breath, he was truly in no mood for this and all he wanted was to return his cave. He wanted to be out of the eyes of them all, and found a sick need to try and save himself from their looks. Eyes glanced to the other kirins. What was truly the meaning of this? Why where they here, who were these other kirins? He had seen one about the lands, but this dark one, well he didn't recall them. Eyes returned to looking out in the desert, no longer to wish sparing a glance to anyone in his presence. The pure audacity of it all. But a voice called out and Sauron looked over, to find their white savior.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 15, 2017 18:42:30 GMT -6
GEMINI
CARINA || ANDROMEDA The Gemini had remained quiet, very closed off and more than pleased to simply wander about in the silence of the desert presented to them. They had gone yearning for the heat, but once there they were subjected only to curious stares and an uncomfortable amount of sunshine. With the glare constantly following them, the Gemini could only allow its two minds to wrestle for power when they wished it, or for one to grow too disorientated to keep the other at bay. She herself was not ready though, when she was fetched. Fetched by these odd vagabond-like horses that Gemini had only wished to watch somewhat from afar. When she approached, she was greeted curiously by two other like her, gleaming scales. She had not met either. Sister, let me interact with them– Carina blinked, pushing the insistent voice of her sister into submission. It was not often that Carina dared to actively shut her sister out, but if she could, the more peaceful sister would prefer to be the one to explore the conversation with these.... interesting individuals. The Gemini's eyes glazed over for a moment, their walk stuttering, their body walking slightly off track as the sisters warred silently within their confines. Both sisters wished to speak, both would fight each other to lead the conversation for the Gemini.
The kirin shook its mane, eyes refocusing and walk back on track. "Who?" She said simply as it approached, swampy green horns adorning her head with pride. Her voice was hoarse still from disuse, and slightly colder in tone than her sister perhaps would have addressed those strangers, but Andromeda was not her sister and the Gemini as of current was not her sister's to control. She flicked her ear curiously at the soft voice of the creamy stallion. Slightly in disarray though he looked, Andromeda remained wary, unsure of those present. The others did not stick out as much to her, though she noticed the agitation of the horse like her. Andromeda, allow us to share the body, may I ask a question. She sighed softly, but seeing as this was the most action she and her sister had seen in however long, she could compromise. The Gemini reorientated, eyes glazing momentarily as control was passed. Carina caught the question the white stallion uttered and turned her eyes curiously from him. "Why have we been fetched?"
hex code (carina): #364a8a
hex code (andro.): #0a5c52
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Post by dayzea on Jul 15, 2017 19:00:50 GMT -6
SALVATORE
SERORAN IRON HOOF
There was no mistaking the apprehension on Salvatore's face, and perhaps he did nothing in attempt to conceal it anyway. Honestly, he tried not to be judgmental, but the new presence of kirins on Seroran land made it a difficult feat to bear. Not all kirins are the same, Salvatore was sure of it, but the fire coloured Sauron surely made them hard to like. Surely he had his reasons, but that changed naught.
But there was still room to grow. Two other kirins accompanied them at the oasis that day, neither of which Salvatore was familiar with. This was a fact with in which he was content, although he vowed to keep his mind open.
He emerged from the vegetation and his eyes met the pearlescent coat of Ishamel. It was only natural; the equine's stark white (perhaps with a slight green tinge) hide was difficult to miss. He gave the hippocampi a deep nod, and met their pale eyes. "Ishmael," he proclaimed, practically a whisper. The hood from his cloak cast a shadow over his eyes. "It is always a pleasure." He paid a small grin to each of the other attendees, giving a nod to Eyrin and Jack, and a warm smile to his betrothed.
The oasis was eerily quiet that evening, the sun now setting behind the canyon paid its dues with a slight chill in the air. He turned back to Ishmael, ears pinned. His blue eyes found themselves upon Sauron's for but a moment before returning to the Mullah. It was just then that he realized: something... something wasn't right. Something in the way the white hippocampi presented themself was slightly off-putting, and Salvatore was suddenly disturbed. He took another step toward them. "Something is amiss?" The genuine concern in his voice was nothing less than obvious; with their gift Ishmael could bring information on Salvatore's mother's status in Aodh. She was constantly on his mind, and for a moment, he forgot his purpose. 1 | 330 |
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 16, 2017 0:00:26 GMT -6
Jack
Jack sighed softly as he entered the cool shadows of the Oasis, his shoulders slumping slightly as he finally reached his destination, Zaboo voicing her discomfort as he roused her from her sleep. In the past months, the Shaman had many frequent trips to and from the lush desert Oasis. He had helped his fellow medicine horses restock and resupply, shelves beginning to fill out nicely once more. Jack did not want to take the bounty at the Oasis for granted though, so it was not a strange sight to see him working with others to help the already flourishing plants grow even stronger and replenish what had been taken. With the rains returning, life had begun to return to normal, but it would be a while before anything that grew in the various valleys and canyons of Sedo would be ready for harvesting.
Sadly, Jack returning to the lush Oasis had not been for a gardening party. No...the Sultan had sent a handful of them to question the sheltered Kirins that had come to find the desert their (new) home. Jack made his way through the lush vegetation of the Oasis, rather slowly at that. Ayla, he knew he had a job to do but what he wanted more was to relax and begin gardening once more. Sighing, Jack smiled faintly before shaking his head and hurrying to where the Kirins and other party members were gathered.
The air was thick, to say the least. The three horned and scaled creatures stood tall and intimidating, gazes flicking every which way. Jack spotted the red coat of Salvator and saw how the stallion was practically radiating his displeasure to be here, and Eyrin, the modest but talented medicine horse. Jack nodded once at them before offering a small smile to the gathered Kirins. His gaze lingered on Sauron, Jack doing his best to hide the fact that he would rather be anywhere but here. Breathing deeply, Jack was about to speak when the also familiar coat of Ishmael, the ghost of the canyon, scurried to join them.
Jack flicked his ears forward towards him, trying to smile reassuringly "It is alright, my friend. We are only here to talk...the Sultan asked us to come speak and ask some questions to the Kirins staying in Sedo... in Serora" he spoke calmly, gaze flicking over each horse. Zaboo chittered quietly from his back, a break in the following silence.
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Post by taebun on Jul 16, 2017 6:19:14 GMT -6
Io | Serora | Fleet Foot Fear and confusion. That was all that had wrecked the scout's mind from the moment she had arrived to this meeting. Her eyes had barely moved from the kirins in their company and she had been deadly silent all the while. She took comfort only in the fact that there were two horses here whom she knew; her close friend Eyrin and the stallion she was betrothed to, her dearest Salvatore. She knew the two of them had hoped to wed but with the herds on the very brink of war that would have to wait. With a soft sigh Io ruffled her feathers, her bird-tail twitching as she listened to the exchange of words amongst her fellow Serorans. She stood beside Sal's taller form, brushing her white coat against the red of his shoulder. At least the two of them could take relief in the knowledge that their daughter, Saleen, was far from the front lines of this war. The pegasi's heart ached. She would be safe. Io caught the name of the strange, small white horse. Salvatore had greeted him as Ishmael. The name would sound foreign on her tongue and that would only heightened her concern and suspicion. The mare made it her duty to know almost every Seroran face, but not once had she ever seen his. Suddenly her attention turned to Jack as he spoke. He seemed calmer compared to the rest but that wasn't enough to reassure her. The air was thick with tension and her coat prickled with it. In her heart she would never turn down an opportunity to assist her herd and it's horses, but she couldn't wrap her head around the return of these horned creatures. When Io finally opened her mouth to speak her voice was quiet, her words only reserved for Salvatore. "You know of that horse?" Her ears were lightly pinned against her light blonde mane, an abrupt contrast to her dark face. Her light colored eyes moved to Eyrin for a moment, offering her friend a soft, comforting smile before her attention solely rested on Ishmael. She wanted answers.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 16, 2017 8:23:17 GMT -6
Eyrin
Medicine horse
Eyrin felt incredibly nervous as he kept glancing at the kirins in front of them. He witched between averting his eyes so he would not seem impolite and those same eyes gliding back to them because the feeling of not being able to see what they were up to was too unsettling to bear.
He didn't know kirins.
It seemed a very stupid fact, yet it laid at the very core of his unease. Whispers around the herd had fed into his fears about them and the only thing that had remotely mediated those fears was the fact he had helped delivered one a couple of months ago, the very child of their sultan. Even so this was like trying to compare a Quetzalcoatlus to a Thunderbird. Hanani was definitly Seroran, but these equines? Who knew who they felt affiliated to.
And that was the exact reason they were here. Eyrin caught Io's eye for a second, returning her smile before also concentrating on what was being said. Ishmael was being his usual unusual self and the kirins were quick to question why they had been called together like this. He couldn't really blame them, reminding himself that they were probably just as awkward about the whole situation as they were. He guessed it could be even be more unsettling for them, being reliant on strangers in foreign land. He still pondered how and why things had ended up like this, but the reasons of gods, good and evil, were beyond him.
What they needed to know right now was if they would be staying, if they planned to become one of them. Seroran. The idea was foreign. They were odd creatures, having isolated themselves from the rest of the herd it seemed. He had a hard time imagining them wanting to become part of their humble herd. Still they must be without home since they had not yet departed and if it was a home they longed for, it was something his herd could give. If they cleansed their souls, if they took over their values, they could. It could happen. It would make history.
He listened as Jack laid the conversation, choosing to stay quiet. He was used to talking to patients, not lead such conversation. If it was needed, if it was asked he would chip in, but for now he was content listening, concentrating on everyone's reactions.
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Post by moncrieffs on Jul 16, 2017 17:27:03 GMT -6
ARIEL your sword's grown old and rusty
underneath the rising sun
Somewhere in Ariel's memory, there was a voice that no longer spoke to him. He still couldn't put a hoof on what it was, or what it had been before what he now knew to be his resurrection. The only certain thing about it was how difficult it had become for him to be alone.
He knew he hadn't had this social craving a millennium ago; it was awkward for him now and unpracticed, clearly not a skill he possessed naturally. These sand-dwellers had admittedly found him a bit much to bear. His sanity had hinged on their patience. The family that housed him took care to teach him what would offend and what would overwhelm. He did rediscover a natural talent for prioritization and sacrifice: his pride, red and beating as it was, had to be tempered if he was to survive. Kirinkind was no longer the master of Hireath. Horses, pegasi, hippocampi and unicorns now demanded equity of him to be considered for friendship. It seemed that supremacy had become a character flaw, especially in Serora.
It was a learning curve.
Now that the curve had been made, Ariel found it terribly disconcerting to be called away from anyone he knew. When he had received the summons, specific to him by name, he had hoped Golgotha would join him; his initial need for an escort around Sedo (she used the term "babysitter") had strengthened into a habit of never being seen without her. He would have preferred any familiar company to join him out to the Oasis, but he was especially anxious without the woman who seemed to fill the void left by that absent voice that once occupied his mind.
But Golgotha had received her own summons. It seemed everyone in Sedo had an appointment these days, particularly the military, like Golgotha's Furies. Ariel had decided some time ago that he must have been a soldier once, and a good one -- the more he learned about the conflict with Aodh, the more his mind had started to turn with tactical possibilities, and the call of war drums awakened muscle memory so visceral that it might be literal. He had his mind made up about "Aodh" based on what Golgotha and her family had shared: they were hedonistic slavers using the noble kirin legacy to boost their own wicked morale and right over the grounds of Valore. "New" Valore. They had the gall not only to keep the name, but alter it just so. Ariel had known nothing but kindness from the Serorans. He had developed nothing but contempt for Aodh.
He had assumed this meeting was his war drum. Between his loneliness, his uncertainty and his broken antler, he had to come with something to hold his head a little higher. He had to paint his face.
"I'm here," he said to the small crowd from afar, recognizing none by sight but a few by the names he eavesdropped. The white Mullah was Ishmael. He knew of them at least. His step faltered when he realized he was surrounded by those he had never expected: antlered, scaled. Kirins.
He blinked and pushed forward. He knew a few by reputation, but had no way of distinguishing which was which. None were painted as he was. Their failing, he supposed. He turned his oil-slicked face toward the one who had offered some explanation, Jack. "Please. Be forthright. Serora has accommodated us well. I am certain we are all ready to comply."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 19, 2017 16:01:39 GMT -6
 Saruon
Eyes fell to the white savior of his and he couldn't help but scowl as others question the white one. Leave them be, he though bitterly to himself, he could feel the urge to move forwards to use his body as a sheild for him, an instinct he could not understand at times. His need to defend, the only one that had seemed to welcome him, in their own odd ways. Still it mattered to Sauron truly it did. nostrils flared, but a voice he had not heard much called out to him within his mind. 'Settle Settle' Sauron shook his head, he wanted to fight, he wanted to run, he did not like these horses and their lack of truth among them. Still he remained still listening to that voice he had missed and yet not. Eyes looked to the odd dark kirin, and sighed a bit, before his attention was drawn to Jack, his brows furrowing. Sauron did not forget, nor would he forgive this one. Not so easily, and he found himself that every time his eyes drew close to Jack, his anger would fume. Though another voice spoke out, the other kirin, what was their name? Ah yes Ariel. Often found with that overgrown dragon horse. Sauron was at least thankful that beast was no where near, Ariel did seems to speak what he was thinking to himself. " Let's speak and be done of this." he spoke with a stern voice. It was clear to see he was annoyed. Especially when merely everyone spoke with questions but never the questions that needed to really be ask. Why where they here, what did Serora want with the Kirins. A snort escaped his lips he was getting tired of this all, he wanted to know, he demanded to know. If these sandlickers felt such an urgency for such things. They should have spoken up sooner then now. Instead of beating around the bush, they were daft were they not? Perhaps that is what happens when one is so soft at heart, it made doing their duty that much harder. What a pity, but then again it was not like it was expected from Serorians. He huffed with displeasure. Post 2 WC|| 370
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Post by Queerly on Jul 25, 2017 2:31:15 GMT -6
Ishmael's pale eyes scraped across the faces of the assembly, pausing upon Salvatore long enough to register an ugly truth. Though accustomed to the violence common in his unwanted visions, Ishmael still flinched, and it was his particular brand of misfortune that Salvatore noticed. He lowered his gaze as the man approached, searched for words that weren't forthcoming, and managed to sputter "Not now, but soon." The priest hoped it would be adequate.
Jack's assurance drew his attention. "Questions?" He asked. He tracked Salvatore's retreat in his peripherals, watched as he reclaimed his place by a young mare he didn't know. Her history tasted like slaver's gold and deathbed promises. He averted his gaze. Eithnian origins were bloody. "What questions?"
His eyes drifted to Eyrin, noting the good doctor's anxiety. It made his own stomach flutter. "It doesn't bode well." He muttered.
Four of the kirins chose to speak. Ishmael listened to them with the same attentiveness that passed for gentle apathy, eyes on the desert brush. Ariel was composed, the sisters confused, and Sauron -- Sauron was angry, always angry. Ishmael pressed his snout to the flaxen's neck.
"Yes. Forthright." He agreed, echoing Ariel's words. "Your questions, they're about the war, aren't they?"
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 25, 2017 12:32:31 GMT -6
Jack
Glancing around at those gathered, Jack nodded in agreement as the red Kirin, Sauron, spoke. He saw how those eyes had drawn to him, irritated and defensive. Jack did not want to meet the ends of those horns or the sharp teeth that he barred. Pulling from his (terrified) stupor, Jack turned his head to look at Ishmael as the hippocampus' voice rung out, seeking answers from the gathered party.
Turning his gaze to the green and blue scaled Kirin, Jack nodded his head once more and opened his mouth to speak "Yes, It is about the war," he glanced at Ishmael "Osprey, our Sultan, has requested that we meet with the Kirins currently residing in Sedo and to ask where they stand on the war with Aodh. After the drought, Our herd is stilling getting back on its feet, and we are left with little resources to spare..." Jack cleared his throat and lifted his head higher, he would not be intimated "I won't sugar coat my words. We need to know whether you are going to stand with Serora, help us prepare for this war and fight alongside us." He paused "If you will not, you will have to leave the sands of Sedo and seek refuge elsewhere." for a brief moment he glanced at Salvator, hopeful that the iron hoof would not need to fight on this day.
Jack sighed and shook his head, looking forlorn but meeting the gazes of the various Kirin's "We do not have time for those who do not wish to help protect these lands... I only wish that we did not have to ask you this in the first place."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 27, 2017 3:10:39 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
The question had been dropped and Eyrin waited with bathed breath for their answers. It felt wrong evicting horses from their lands. He had always considered his herd to be open, welcoming. But these were uncertain times and they couldn't -as their shaman had so bluntly stated- afford to support horses that did not stand on their side. It was probably also in their best interest to leave if they didn't. It wasn't their fight and it wouldn't do them any good if they stayed either.
His eyes flicked between the kirins and Ishmael. The latter's words had made him nervous. Whatever it was the gods whispered to him, Eyrin felt his stomach clench as his own mind whispered possibilites. The hippocampus may have been odd, but Eyrin didn't want to make light of his confusing mumblings, quite the opposite even. He had seen first hand after all how he lead them to salvation and how said mumblings unsettled the horses in their party.
Eyrin swallowed, his throath feeling dry. Dust clung to his hooves and he shifted them, watching how they left imprints on the grown. Alya would but need to blow past his legs and they would disappear. So fleeting. He wondered if he could be of any influence on this conversation or if he even wanted to be.
Why had his Sultan even asked him to come along?
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Post by dayzea on Jul 28, 2017 9:03:48 GMT -6
SALVATORE
SERORAN IRON HOOF
"Soon."
The Mullah's last word echoed in the red man's mind. Ears pinned, the impact hit hard. Surely if things were alright, Ishmael would have told Salvatore then and there. But "soon"? The Iron Hoof gulped deeply, doing his best to avoid visibly expressing his concern. Something was wrong, but though he couldn't bear not knowing what, he couldn't let the truth phase him. Not now.
Focus. Breathe.
He promptly retreated.
Turning his head he looked to Io, who was standing at his side, her hide pressed to his tattooed shoulder. Looking into her eyes eased her anxiety without fail, so in no time he found his sanctuary. He gave her a half smile and spoke softly. "That's Ishmael." He paused, looking toward the white horse for a moment. He turned back to her. "If it weren't for them, we never would have found this place... I'll tell you more once we're home." He pinned his curled ears as one kirin after another spoke up, undoubtedly impatient. Right now, there was little time for stories.
And then the Shaman took his turn. Salvatore was thankful he had such a way with words, and he prayed the kirins wouldn't retaliate against them. Though Salvatore was sure he was capable, he did not want to fight today.
Quietly shifting his weight in the sand, he adjusted the hood of his cloak and let the silk slide down his neck, creating a neat pile at his withers atop his saddlebag. For a moment he thought of Osprey, wondering why he was chosen for this task as opposed to preparing for the war. He never questioned the sultan, but still the question lingered. With narrowed brows, he huffed and looked to each kirin, vigilantly studying their expressions.
"Please, make your decision carefully," the red stallion spoke, praying they would not take it as a threat. "If you choose to stand at our sides, we will welcome you with open arms. We will be eternally grateful, but we cannot decide for you. We only ask for honesty." With a swish of his tail he scanned his icy eyes over each kirin's, hoping they would see his sincerity. 2 | 362 |
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 28, 2017 17:25:45 GMT -6
GEMINI
CARINA || ANDROMEDA Carina waited as her question was answered, albeit without much information garnered from it. She reserved herself then, and retreated somewhat, putting their consciousness in a natural state of balance. "Speak only of yourself," the Gemini stated slowly, their eyes finding the painted kirin. "Compliance comes with a degree of trust, which we do not have." The kirin said even softer, unsure if any would hear their statements. They said nothing more, however, and instead turned their gaze back towards the common horses present. What such war? The Gemini thought in complete concord. "What war?" They seemed to whisper, green eyes clouded with confusion. They could remember the pain before they had awoken, and foolishly that was the first thought both sisters reached. However, they stayed mum on all they could remember so far. Andromeda seemed more confused than her sister even as the Shaman continued, Carina softly asserted control and spoke again once the Shaman had completed speaking.
"And assuming we help you, what is it we help with, who are we fighting for? We are merely confused. My sister and I do not understand what–" She stuttered in unfamiliarity, "Serora ask of us exactly. Why we should trust you." There she'd said it, but her sister too scrambled for words, "What is in it–" The Gemini's voice cut off again, silencing Andromeda's statement as the sisters wrestled briefly for control. What is in it for us is merely the desert, and potentially answers, sister. Carina screeched within their mind. She would not allow Andromeda to go off in a spiel that would down-spiral into aggressiveness. The Gemini's eyes unfocused and refocused finally as the sisters stopped their momentary war, but they did not finish their previous statement. Instead, they turned their ears and eyes to the other kirins and the rest of the party alongside them.
hex code (carina): #364a8a
hex code (andro.): #0a5c52
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Post by taebun on Jul 30, 2017 19:03:42 GMT -6
Io | Serora | Fleet Foot The most prominent emotion going through the young mare's head was confusion and oddly enough, anger. That heated frustration may not be directed towards these strange looking equines, at least not initially, but Io had been uneasy from the moment she had stepped into this meeting. It showed in the subtle shifting of her wings and the twitch of her ears as she held onto every word that was shared. She feared for her family, especially for their daughter, despite how wise and beautiful she had matured. But there were two horses here whom she cared for deeply; Salvatore, her husband to-be and Eyrin, a close childhood friend. She would be lost without either of them and loosing them would be unthinkable. Salvatore's response to her voiced concern was a small relaxed frown that followed the furrowing of her brows. The fear in her heart riled up the countless possibilities as to why the fire god's children had suddenly reappeared in the mortal realm once again. Io didn't know much, if she knew anything at all of what had happened over the course of the past several months. Her duty to her daughter had kept her out of the thick of it all and now she brought herself back into it. Serora was her home and there was not a single sliver of doubt that she wouldn't bleed in order to protect it and her fellow desert kin. But despite that there were concerns whispering in the darkest depths of her mind, and they all resurfaced at once at the mention of war. "War?" Io's ears flattened as she pulled her neck back in a gentle arch, her pale blue eyes growing wide as one front leg lifted off of the sand below her. "So the rumors are true." She tried to keep her voice from wavering and swallowed, trying to keep her confident and strong composure. Now her attention was locked solely on Jack. They would be going to war with Aodh. If anyone were to have fierce Seroran pride it would be Io, but she wasn't stupid. Aodh was enough of a threat to truly fear and there was no doubt that she did.
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Post by moncrieffs on Jul 31, 2017 17:23:59 GMT -6
ARIEL your sword's grown old and rusty
underneath the rising sun
Ariel began to feel a little more at ease upon hearing a round of agreement from his fellow kirins eager to be told the reason for their summons.
Even so, the voice that blatantly agreed with him -- Sauron, he recalled -- bore an edge that left him uncomfortable. Was every kirin in attendance a true ally to him and the Serorans? Surely, Ishmael, Jack and the rest of the Sedo natives had heard of his contributions already and were assured of his loyalty. He would move to convince any kirin who was unsure-
Jack's explanation stung him like a sprain, the question vibrating painfully through his bones. The sister kirins' statement reached him then, amid their brief, irritating squabble. "A price we should all be willing to pay," he said, lofty voice carrying over the din, centered but firm. "How can you consider taking a selfish position when we owe these creatures our lives. Whatever you think of them, we owe a debt." His gaze then turned to Jack.
"That said, I am wounded you would even question all of us at once on this matter, as if we were not individuals, and as if you know what loyalty means to a kirin. We have no tie to what has become of Valore. Personally, I disdain Aodh and wish to remind them that kirins were neither slavers nor hedonists." Ariel scanned the faces of the kirins beside him. "I stand with Serora, and any kirin who does the same."
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 31, 2017 17:51:07 GMT -6
Sauron
Attention turned to Ishmael as they spoke and he merely snorted a bit, ears pinned back as that annoyed look was pressed so clearly on his face. Though as the white one pressed their snout into his neck, he let out a faint sigh. Muscles tensed seemed to ease, but his eyes remained ever locked on those that dared to question them all. Sauron still protective over his savior managed to conceal the snarl that wanted to erupt from his throat. Yet he remained still as ever, his eyes never wavering far from those that questioned. Though as the words turned to war, he felt his chest want to rise, his body switching to that could easily move to defend. A part of him feeling the need to defend, to move the mention of war stirred something in him, and it was something he couldn't explain. Still war was a bitter taste, and he refused to let it slip from his lips, in fear a snarl and fanged teeth would show with each letter of the word.
So the sister spoke first, odd how they two tangoed for words, and Sauron too had suffer the presence of another, even know he could hear their words, Settle... Settle... Settle. The words of a promised soothing that did nothing to ease his soul as he watched the sister communicate with the others. Their desire to be given something for their efforts, was of course understandable. Sauron thought of course those that would fight a possible loosing battle would like to earn something for sure their ties were not as strong as the others that have lived in Serora for longer.
Eyes turned to the pegasus Io and all he could do was snort and roll his eyes. Rumors had truth in them, if only wanted to listen. Sauron wondered why they even bother with her being here. If she knew nothing of the war, what was truly her purpose? Though Sauron assumed her purpose as well as the red unicorn was to drive them out if they would not stay to help. Sauron could almost smirk at the idea. Drive him out, he'd like to see them try. Filth. Filth Filth. Sauron took in a steady breath trying to settle the ever war within himself. Eyes looked to the horse that seemed unlike the others, and even Sauron wondered what their purpose was, the little medic. He wondered did they truly think they all would start their own war right here? Sauron took a sharp intake as the other one Ariel, who seemed to volunteer to speak next, or what Sauron assumed would be some sort of speech. And what a speech it was.
Head turned to actually look at Ariel, this boastful Kirin so easy for them to find words, to use it to sway the others. Though he felt a sick need to defend the sisters as Ariel spoke out on their selfish ask. They had a right to ask such as any of them did. He snorted as his eyes narrowed down and continued on to listen to this grand speech of theirs. As he mentioned Aodh, a part of him wanted to wince at the words. It was a home was it not? But words have spread of their ways and even Sauron had to sneer at what had become of a world that was now so far away. Whjile surely words have spread about Kirins, no Aodh had come and seek them out to take them back home. In fact there was none, so whatever ties Sauron had was severed when no one in Aodh dared to return the Kirins to once their was homes. It made him bitter, and other emotions he had no way of digesting. Instead he nodded along with Ariel, it seems they were as good with words as they were with paint. Odd. What good was Sauron? Well bitterly it was not much but starting scenes. Fantastic, he thought miserably. Still the Serorians took him in, in their own odd way. Allowed them to stay and as Ariel had mentioned there was a debt. Though Sauron's debt to Ishmael was much more, this white one had saved him, secured him, allowed him to live when life itself seemed completely wasteful in this god forsaken desert. Still in some un-fascinating way it had become his home, sand and all. He wanted to sneer, he had become soft, a true sand licker. Still he knew where his place was, even if it made him hate himself a bit more.
Sauron took a deep breath and though his face still was angered his body was less tense then before. "True is Ariel's words, for you allowed us to stay, though not all was so warmly welcomed." he eyed Jack with a snort. But now was not the time to be petty, but it was too late for that. Sauron was indeed petty and if can stab in one more blow, he shall. "You've allowed us to survive among you all even when things have been sparce. I do believe we have a debt to pay, and I plan on fulfilling mine." he spoke with ease, but their was such a sharpness to his voice as if it was his own sword he used to slash down. "I will fight with Serora." Eyes looked to those that questioned them, questioned their worth, their reason for being. How dare any of them, he thought with disgust. Eyes looked to Ishmael and gave a light nod to them. If anything from this war Sauron is determind to repay the favor and make sure Ishmael survives him.
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 1, 2017 15:45:08 GMT -6
Jack
Standing tall, Jack waited patiently as the Kirin's reflected on Jack's words. He shuddered as a calm breeze brushed by his back, rattling the beads on his neck and almost sounding like a wind chime. A kirin stepped forward, and Jack waited patiently as they seemed to shift through their thoughts, their eyes sparkling with many unasked and unanswered questions. Jack nodded, expression the same "Yes, I should have elaborated more," he began, shaking his head "It is a long story, but we had an agreement with Aodh, one that was...dire to use. We did things we never thought we would. But then Ishmael led us to the Oasis, and saved Serora from dying. We broke ties with Aodh... but not on a good note." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment "We need help with everything. Making blades, resupplying our medicine, fighting, protecting. every job is considered important, nothing is too small." He finished, glancing at the rest of the party.
Soon, another of the kirins spoke , the one with brilliant green and purple scales. Jack nodded at their words and flicked his ears back for but a moment. Bowing his head in apology, he looked at the Kirin "I apologize for that. You are your own person, we just thought that maybe being with others of your own species would offer a small comfort. We did not mean to offend..." With a sigh of relief, Jack nodded his head once more. " And I thank you, for helping us. It is sad to know that you will be fighting those from where you once called home, but it seems like it is no more home than Sedo is." His tone ws somber, but on the inside he felt hope flicker in his heart. One down, two to go
It was silent for a moment before the fiery one, Sauron was speaking once more. Jack flinched at his harsh words, looking away and letting out a soft breath before turning to meet his gaze, resilient. When the stallion spoke of his agreement, Jack nodded in respect to him, bowing his head "Thank you" he said softly, turning to the last Kirin.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 1, 2017 16:38:20 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
More waiting, more listening. Eyrin understood the questions that were being posed. They themselves were of course as much strangers to them as they were to the herd. It was not a small thing they asked, to choose sides between parties they only knew the barest thing about. It was only by incident or perhaps divine will that they had ended up in Sedo and taken under the wing of their herd. It was a strange and curious turn of events.
What was in it for them? What were they getting out of it? But this was war. More loss than gain if you looked at it strictly. “Fight for the future,” he found himself saying without thinking. As he realised he had said that out loud, he blushed slightly. Too late. If they had noticed, it would be better to clarify. “They would see this world enslaved. Turned over to their will. They would see it burned down to build up in their name again. If you take our side it is more than about Serora. It is more than paying a debt. It is for the future of this world. For the right to be free. We fight so there might be freedom. We fight because history may not repeat itself. Please-“ he cute himself off, suddenly embarassed about his rambling. He glanced around him, seeking support, Jack, Io and even Ishmael, before looking resolutely to the ground.
“Thank you for your support,” he mumbled quietly. He hoped he hadn’t ruined things. Fire. Eyrin remembered it needed air to live. He also wondered if it was perhaps fire, the very thing that he associated with destruction, was what burned within.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 2, 2017 7:50:45 GMT -6
SALVATORE
SERORAN IRON HOOF
The soldier did all he could to stay silent as the kirins spoke. Looking into their eyes as they did so, Salvatore hoped he could confirm their sincerity. As the breeze moved from Jack to the Iron Hoof, Salvatore turned his head to look to the clouds behind them. But the sky was clear. Suddenly he turned his head upward to the canyon, and ears pricked at the sound of flapping wings. He narrowed his eyes as Jack began to speak, listening to every word, hoping it was not a threat making its presence.
The Quetzalcoatlus stood tall at the peak of the canyon. Salvatore's eyes widened at the realization that it was his companion, Sky, and she certainly didn't look any less massive... or less intimidating, way up there. Subtly, he shook his head at the colossal bird, and she did nothing but cock her head at the gesture. The red stallion grinned awkwardly in defeat. A gentle bird she was, but not the best at reading body language. And no matter how sweet she really was, the stallion admitted she looked utterly mean. Salvatore hoped everyone would ignore her... regardless of how hard that would be.
He turned his attention to Jack and the silver haired kirin as they exchanged words. He seemed to be nothing but grateful, and Salvatore couldn't stop the frown on his face as Jack explained their situation. Still, he did not want to speak, but managed to muster a grateful nod as the kirin agreed to help them.
Salvatore then turned to Sauron. He had a gut feeling that the the fiery kirin would refuse, for he seemed to be offended by every word, no matter how kind the others tried to be. The unicorn duly noted the look of disgust constantly plastered on his face, only proving the eminent objection further. Yet for some reason, he agreed to stand at their side. A genuinely shocked Salvatore awaited eye contact, and did not avoid it despite piercing eyes. He gave a warm, grateful nod, and a soft crooked smile.
The sister kirins were last, and they did not seem content with the situation. Perhaps Ariel's words would sway them. Salvatore shook his head, looking to the sand at his hooves. "Aodh will be revolted to see kirins fighting against them," he suggested, wondering if any had appeared on their lands, and what came of them. He looked back up to Sky, still nestled atop the canyon. She finally made her presence known, if it weren't already, with a gentle crow. 3 | 427 |
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Post by taebun on Aug 2, 2017 12:55:16 GMT -6
Io | Serora | Fleet Foot
The words of those close to her helped bring the white pegasus some relief. Io shifted her weight amongst her four legs before she found her confidence to speak her mind. If the war was truly imminent they would need all the help they could get. Her ears twitched at the comforting and familiar sound of Eyrin's voice and she agreed with his every word. "Serora is a symbol of peace," the young scout began, flicking her tail feathers and ruffling her wings at her sides. Io fixed her blue gaze at the fiery kirin, the one who seemed to always hold a sour look on his scaled features. But she made sure not to stare too long, she wasn't here to challenge any of them. The Gemini twins held most of her curiosity and fascination, but they didn't seem against the idea, just simply confused.
"No other herd in Hireath dares to enslave their own kind." A deep anger ignited in Io's heart at the thought of such an atrocious fact. "What Eyrin says is true," she paused for a brief moment in order to look from the kirins and then over to her childhood friend. Her brow lifted and her gaze softened at him. "We are a herd of peace," Io echoed the words. "We were not meant for war but if war comes knocking on our doorstep then we will need all the help we can get." She let out an exasperated breath through her nose, ears pinning lightly against her blonde head. "We would be fighting for freedom. Aodhians need to be reminded of their place. No horse should ever have to feel the cold chains of enslavement." She turned her eyes back towards the others. "They are fire and fire destroys, it does not create." She added bitterly.
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 4, 2017 17:36:34 GMT -6
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CARINA || ANDROMEDA "All that I understand we owe to your people," the Gemini said simply, in response to the kirin Ariel's biting remark towards them, "Is solitude. You have not approached us prior this moment, and perhaps for that we are grateful." They watched as their brother kirins both agreed to aide this horses. They listened quietly as the others spoke, mumbling under their breath that they were already free, free to move as they wished among the lands. They then leveled their gaze with the pegasus, curiosity burning in their eyes with her statement. "Fire leads to the regrowth of the land. It may not create, but Ignacio is as much nurturing as he can be destructive. Do not twist the fact." Then they began to take their steps back. Of all the faces looking at them, it was the eccentric white horse that seemed most welcoming, and even then the sisters were not comfortable.
"You ask for honesty," The Gemini said softly, both sisters having made up their minds about the situation. "We cannot fight for something which we do not love." The Gemini brought their eyes up to the seeming-leader of the group, the did not hold any ill-will, merely simple truth. "We both remember our love for Valore, and Ignacio, we cannot..." Carina trailed off. "We do not feel tied to your herd. We have wandered alone and we will continue to do such until we can find Valore and find the answers we need." Andromeda finished for her sister. The kirin stepped back, farther from the circle of horses, wanting not to contribute to a state of tension.
"We respect you for giving us a decision, so we will respect your wish to have us moving from your lands." The Gemini lowered her head in a brief nod to the group before stepping back further, now weary of the kirins that had stood next-her.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 8, 2017 11:21:38 GMT -6
"I will lead you."
Ishmael had been listening. They were always listening, observing, catching the remorse in Jack's eyes and the nerves in Eyrin's voice, the righteous indignation in Io's words and resolve in Ariel's. Those emotions fluttered along the Mullah's skin and prickled his fur. They felt each of them, deeply so, as though they could claim him for an origin. It was too much, sometimes, but only sometimes - tempers stayed cool here, beyond the fury that plagued Sauron like a sickness.
But now they spoke, gleaming that it was time to do so. Two kirins had chosen peace, and for the first time in their life, the prospect of pacifism made the Mullah's stomach tighten. There were terrors beyond the safety of Sedo's borders, threats of man and nature. They wondered, without really wanting to wonder it, if Gemini's refusal to kill would only result in their own deaths.
Ishmael wouldn't talk the women out of it. It would have been hypocritical.
"I'll take you to the border." They repeated, stepping a little closer to the sisters. "It isn't safe to go alone. Not really. Io," The Mullah turned their attention to the Screamer, "can you come?"
Their eyes darted to Sauron, already lifting his hooves. "No - stay. Back soon. Prepare with Ariel,"
- a flash, light cutting through meat, a beast's head severed from its shoulders -
Not entirely startled by the intrusion, Ishmael blinked the memory away slowly, words wavering only a little more than usual. "and... and be, be good. Listen to the Shaman. Salvatore - with me, for a moment, before we go. Just a moment. Eyrin." The Mullah paused, eyes falling on the anxious healer. "Thank you, you did well.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 8, 2017 11:22:08 GMT -6
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 9, 2017 11:05:22 GMT -6
Jack
With his words spoken, Jack glanced at the other members of the party before turning his eyes to the last kirin. The Gemini intrigued him but now was not the time. Jack listened to them speak, ears perked forward and intensive. Their decision made Jack nervous for only a moment before he realised that the kirin was not entirely mad, just speaking the truth as they had stated. Bowing his head deeeply, Jack offered a small smile "And I thank you for listening to our words and considering them.Serora, or her people will not hold a grudge against you"
Ismael stepped forward, hooking Jack's eyes and attention, the shaman nodding as the pale horse offered to guide the Kirin away from their lands. Jack offered him a quiet thank you as well, and glanced at Io as they spoke to her. As the band began to move and shift, eager to go, Jack stepped over to the final kirin to speak only slightly more privately. Smiling softly, Jack began to speak "I do not know if my words will hold any great meaning to you, nor what your beliefs are but I offer you this small blessing. May the path you walk be free from any harm or ill doings. May your heart illuminate the darkness and find answers for which you seek. May someone watch over you and protect you from harm. I wish only the best for you" he finished, nodding his head once more before making his way to Eyrin and the others. Zaboo chittered softly from where she perched on his shoulder, just as eager to return home and relax once more.
The times ahead were going to be terrible, Jack realized that. But he prayed that Ayla would watch her children, no matter the outcome.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 9, 2017 15:05:08 GMT -6
Sauron
Nostrils flared as he tried his best to be content, to not allow the anger to grasp him like a fever, taking it course deep within his veins. Still he remained where he was and listened as the mare kirin spoke. So she would travel elsewhere, a part of him in a way envious, envious she felt so freely to move onward to not bother with the affairs of others. Did she know more of the world then he did? Perhaps so, but Serora was all that Sauron knew, well knew enough that he could live here in some sort of content nature.
Ishmael spoke and Sauron looked to the white one with ease, they mentioned of leading the Kirin out of the land. It wasn't even a second thought that he would come with travel alongside with Ishmael. Yet they asked for Io to come with, Lifting a hoof to tread after, he heard the words of Ishmael. No. He stared a bit taken back by that, no? Ears flickered back as Ishmael told him to stay to work with Ariel. Brows furrowed downwards, allowing the scales to almost tick outwards like small thorn scales.
He wanted to disobey, to follow after, but he knew he had broken the rules once before with Ishmael, told to stay hidden in the cave and thus he lost control as his anger was released, perhaps the white one knew if he tagged alone his anger would consume him once more. Still he didn't like it and made it a bit clear with his facial expression, a stubborn fool he has at times, his sick need to defend something that was coded so deeply within him, not even he could explain it. "Soon." he remarked back to Ishmael clearly stating if it was not soon, he would come after. Sauron having no shame in his sense for duty, his need to assure things went well for the white savior.
With that he did his best to make his peace of all of that and turned to Ariel, it seemed it would be time to train then? Perhaps he could use something to take his anger out. The idea made the heaviness of his anger seem to lift from his shoulders. "Shall we." he spoke to the other Kirin, not really a question but more of a comment to get moving along with all of this. He was ready to do something with more of a sense. Though before treading off, he eyed Ishmael once more and looking to Io, knowing who to fully blame if something went amiss.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 10, 2017 14:55:20 GMT -6
Eyrin | Medicine horse
They agreed. They agreed. Eyrin silently thanked the gods. But as soon as he thought all would join their cause, one stepped back. They wouldn’t, they couldn’t. Eyrin was disappointed. Was freedom for all not a worthy cause? How could one not concern themselves with that. But he couldn’t blame her -or was it them?- for her words. It hadn’t come to him to approach these strange creatures. Living legends. Children of a god from whom he only had known pain. Had they reached out to his herd mates? Eyrin didn’t know. It were questions he had never asked himself before. He was surprised at Io’s words before. While surely many of them must have been thinking it, but it was perhaps not the best arguments or sentiment to win over those who’s god was fire reincarnate. What suprised him even more so however was the reply to said statement. Could Ignacio really be nuturing? He had never been fond of the god. It was a fire that burned his father. Even then he had paid his respects, asking the god to keep them safe from further such incidents. And then there was the drought. The heat killed his grandmother and he stopped asking. The god was clearly not listening. Finally it was Adhara who passed away after giving birth to Hanata, a kirin, that made him feel actual anger at the god. Because it was him over and over and over again brining all things bad to their world. It was hard to imagine anything good coming from him, let alone something so soft as nurturing. Was there that possibility? Eyrin would need to think about it later when he was around.
For now he mumbled his thanks to the kirins. For joining them, for honesty. He managed a small smile at Ishmael’s encouragment. “I hope you’ll find what you are looking for.” He meant it. He could only phantom what it would be like with living in such uncertainty. “I-if you have found them and if you still are without home then… perhaps… We could try give more than isolation.” His eyes shifted towards the other kirins, briefly. “I hope we can give your fellow kirin more than that too.”
He didn’t know kirins. Hadn’t ever bothered too. They were strange to him and he didn’t know to approach. If he were being honest, he would need to aknowledge that they scared him. But the fact was that times were changing. If he didn’t know kirins, perhaps it was time to change that fact as well.
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Post by taebun on Aug 12, 2017 2:32:36 GMT -6
Io | Serora | Fleet Foot
The response from the darker coated of the kirins wasn't something the scout was hoping to hear but she kept the rest of her words to herself. If she was to push aside her own concerns and emotions she could understand the decision that was made. Io's response to the sisters' words was a curt nod followed by a small, polite bow of her head. Differences, not only in races and cultures but also in decisions needed respect all the same; she was quick to remind herself. "Forgive me for the harshness in my words. I was too quick to speak my mind." Her apology was soft, almost quiet, but it was sincere. She had let her worries and pride get the best of her far too quickly before she was able to run it through reasonable thought.
Io was silent for a while but at the sound of her name she looked to Ishmael, eyes searching their face for a few short moments before she responded to their request with a firm nod. But before she made her way towards them she turned to Salvatore for a brief farewell, touching her muzzle to his cheek in a tender gesture before she left his side. Eyrin, her most dearest friend was offered a warm smile. Although the young pegasus knew of the fiery kirin's eyes constantly settling on her. Sauron. She huffed a silent sigh in order to still her nerves but she managed to catch his vibrant eyes for a mere second before she turned her attention to The Gemini twins.
"It would be my honor to accompany you to the border." She ruffled her wings, pushing aside the tightness she felt in her throat and the uneasy feeling in her gut. "I know Sedo like the back of my wings, you have no safer guide." Io twitched her ears, offering most of her words to The Gemini twins in hope of reassuring the sisters that she meant them no ill will.
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Post by dayzea on Aug 13, 2017 8:26:34 GMT -6
SALVATORE
SERORAN IRON HOOF
Salvatore could admit, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to do any fighting that day. After all, who knew what these creatures were capable of? Magnificent they were, but still so mysterious and new to the Iron Hoof. He could admit, they were intimidating to him, but he was willing to learn more. With Sauron and Ariel now considered allied to the herd, it could be the perfect opportunity.
As he felt Io press her muzzle to his cheek, he found himself leaning into her touch. To Salvatore, it was the most comforting thing he knew, and could easily bring him down from blood-boiling levels of anger or tension. "At once," he nodded to Ishmael, then turned back to his betrothed. "Wind beneath your wings," he whispered to her, muzzling her forehead gently before moving once more to his friend's side. In the back of his mind he wondered why they did not want him to follow, just in case something were to go wrong -not necessarily as a result of the Gemini Twins- but more-so in general, but he trusted Io's capabilities regardless. He looked over to the Twins and gave them a gentle nod of his head, ears pinned. "Safe travels," he said boldly and with all sincerity. Then, he turned to Ishmael, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, slightly anxious about what they were about to say. 4 | 236 |
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