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Post by Gaybies on Jul 21, 2017 8:24:28 GMT -6
In the Halls of House Faye
ft. Evalynn, Asalah, Airita, Rags, Asim (Members of House Faye)
Stray-Thought | Inthedappledrain | Asante-Sana | War-Colt | Gaybies
Time of Day: Early Evening
Timeline: Between Chapter Three and Four
Weather: Warm, but cooling down as the evening progresses.
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 21, 2017 9:31:42 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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It was evening; the sun had begun to set over the city. It had been a warm day and many a sweaty horse was making their way home. Luckily for them all, as the sun began its descent, the air cooled and became much more pleasant. Everything was calm and quiet and for once, the city finally seemed safe after the events that had surrounded the Crucible. Asim had spent his day running around with friends and acquaintances, getting into as much or as little trouble as his Mistress would allow. He was thankful for the relative freedom, it was far better than being stalled or haltered in the markets. Still, it wouldn’t do for him to stay out all night without at least checking in at home and so, with that in mind, he made his way through the streets towards his Evalynn’s shared home.
Asim reached the door and boldly pushed it open, the door nearly slamming against the back wall as the boisterous slave returned home. It was never a secret when he came back; he always made sure his presence was known. The golden Chimera dipped his head and strolled on in through the entrance, hooves click-clacking against the surface of the floor. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for someone, anyone to entertain him... or at the very least for him to check in with and then get back to business. Since his skills weren’t used in the home, he tried to make use of them elsewhere among the rabble like Bol, with whom he had spent a good deal of time recently, or that little silver slave he’d been bullying... both were good occupants of his time.
“Anyone home?” He called out, fully expecting one of the numerous occupants to respond, ears perked forward to catch the words as they came. That long tail flicked and twisted, the bicolored strands dusting the floor as he moved. If no one answered, he would take up a spot on the floor and wait, but he wouldn’t linger long. His desires were insatiable and he wasn’t prone to lingering... especially at night.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 21, 2017 11:11:47 GMT -6
 On specifically long days, after hours of hard work at the hospital, sanctum, or whatever place Asalah had been sent off to by Edith, Asalah often found herself too tired to think straight when she got home.
And boy, had her day been a long one.
This new apprenticeship was more than what she could have ever dreamed of. The king had granted her permission to officially change her rank, and with every passing hour that she spent healing horses that needed treatment, she felt herself feel ever closer to her true calling. Even though she was as exhausted as she had been as a merchant, there was something different about the way this job felt. The long hours of work weren't quite as long... the pain in her joints not quite as noticeable -- though that in part was because she was now remembering ointments and other remedies she had long forgotten.
She was working as a doctor, and life couldn't have been greater.
That particular night, as the sun slowly began to set and the stars began to sprinkle themselves across the now blackening sky, Asalah found herself lounging lazily in her bedroom inside of the home she shared with her two sisters. Obidias had retired earlier, mentioning how his leg was bothering him again as he hobbled off to his quarters to rest. The mare took a quiet mental note to find something at work to help the old stallion out before suddenly the door slammed shut with a loud crack.
The mare sat upwards immediately, causing her body to protest slightly as she did so. Gritting her teeth, she stood up, working her way towards the sound.
"Anyone home?"
The mare's ears pricked forward slightly, suddenly recognizing Asim's voice as it carried through the open spaces. If there was anybody home aside from her, she was certain that his voice had been heard by any other occupants inside.
Asim had a .... way.... of making himself known after all.
Turning the corner, it was too obvious that the slave was, indeed, the horse to have returned. She had to wonder if he had done any damage as he had shoved his way inside, but decided not to make much comment on it. After all, it wasn't like the sisters couldn't afford to fix anything that was broken or worn down anyway.
"Yeah, Asim." She began, her voice soft as. "I'm home. Is there anything you need?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 14:38:26 GMT -6
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The door to the familiar house flung open, the cooling early evening air making its way into the home on a soft breeze. In its wake, tottered in a tall, dark stallion. His fiery orange hair was messy along his neck, his forelock bouncing over his blood red eyes as he trotted into the house. Cracked hooves clicked across the floor, ears twitching as he listened to see if anyone was home.
He had had a long day at work, but of course, he hadnt wanted it any different. It had ended with a meeting of sorts, a bunch of his.. business "buddies" dropping by for drinks and a chat. Ragnarok always tried his best not to get flat out drunk when with them, as he didnt fully trust them to not take advantage of him (even if they were... "buddies"), but that didnt mean he could get a little buzzed.
So, buzzed he was.. and hungry.
He heard voices in the other room, one he recognized as his girlfriend's and the other, a man's he didnt recognize. Luckily, he was thinking more with his stomach than his brain at the moment, so he created a mental map of the shortest way to the kitchen. His hooves dragged as he went, stumbling only every now and then when he forgot to pay attention to where he put each step. His shoulder cloak tangled around his front leg as he took unbalanced steps. He had chosen to leave his bridle and collar at home, not caring to look dressed up when all he was going to do was hang at his favorite household.
Once he found the kitchen, the first thing he did was start digging through cabinets. Doors opened and slammed closed as he went, Ragnarok not really caring if he made a racket. After a few moments of rummaging, the scent of apple found the stallion's nostrils. He took in a deep breath, his mouth starting to water as he spun around. Sitting perfectly on the counter was a freshly made apple pie.
A dumb grin pulled at the corners of the stallions lips as he made his way over, grabbing a knife and cutting himself a nice big slice. Steam swirled around his muzzle as he leaned in close to take in another breath of its sweet scent. A shiver ran down his spine, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
Moving it over to a place, Ragnarok swept up his little snack and wandered his way back in the direction of the voices he had heard before.
"Asalah!" He shouted, the dumb grin still plastered across his face. He turned the corner, glancing at Asim before shrugging and flopping his large form on the couch, balancing his plate of goodies in the warm glow of his telekinesis. Taking a bite of his pie, he held the fork out to point at the chimera unicorn in the room. "Who the hell's this." He mumbled between bites. |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 26, 2017 21:39:54 GMT -6
 Evalynn let her hammer fall onto the anvil with a dull thud. Her eyes felt bleary and her shoulders tense. Oh yea, it was defninitely time to go home. Almost as if he knew, Cat waddled to the end of his perch and leapt onto her back as she snuffed out the flames in her forge. With a tired grin back at Cat, she made her way to the door, closing and locking it on her way out. In no mood to dawdle, Evalynn set a leisurely pace as she took the most direct route home, weaving through the other bodies in the road with a practiced ease.
Soon enough, her beautiful, wonderful house came into view, and thoughts of food danced in her mind. The blacksmith hoped like hell that Asalah was home and was making some food, because boy she felt like she could eat a mountain. While she'd like to blame that on the foal, everyone knew she just had an intimate relationship with food that could not be denied. It was a good thing Blacksmithing was so strenuous, or she would be waddling around town, looking like a boulder on legs.
That thought had her snorting in laughter as she trotted up the path to her door, pushing it open with a tired flourish. As she entered, her eyes zeroed in on the fiery mane of her friend, before seeing his large portion of a pie. "There had better be some of that left for me, or so help me I will eat you, Rags, and not in the good way." Her voice was just light enough that it could be assumed that she was joking. Rolling her eyes at the words that came out of his mouth next, she shook her head. "Really, must you be so dense? And rude? Stop pointing forks at people. His name is Asim and he is my new slave." With that,she looked over at Asim with a smile, feeling Cat leave her back to no doubt go and pester Rag. "So, how was your day out?" Post #1 | Word Count: 348  |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 28, 2017 13:23:02 GMT -6
Asalah didn't even have enough time to hear if Asim had anything to say to her, as it seemed that the house was ready to burst into action in that moment, filling up slightly as two more occupants made themselves comfortable. The first one, Ragnarok, came as no surprise to the mare, as she had expected him to show his face almost as soon as the pie she had made had been finished.
Rags seemed to have a knack for knowing when she had finished cooking... especially when it came to anything she made that had apples in it. There had been a few times when she had considered asking him if he had some kind of sixth sense for apples, but she had refrained for a multitude of reasons. The biggest one being that he most certainly didn't have any kind of sixth sense for anything. Just the uncanny knack of knowing her schedule a little too well.
She wasn't even shocked when he didn't even bother saying hello to her. Why would he when there was food in the kitchen? His casino didn't have one after all, which meant that he was more like than not getting at least 75% of is his meals from Asalah's own handiwork.
Too bad she hadn't made dinner yet. Maybe that could have kept him off of the pie a little longer. A sigh escaped her for just a moment, long enough for Evalynn to make her way through the door... Just as Ragnarok had plopped himself down on the couch to point at Asim and ask who he was.
Before Asalah could respond, Evalynn stepped in and berated the fiery maned stallion, making it quite clear that she wanted pie and didn't approve of Rags' attitude. A slight smile played on Asalah's lips as she considered taking a moment to step into their conversation, but instead decided to head into the kitchen to cut Evalynn a slice of pie before she bit Rags' nose off.
When she returned, the plate with the pie glowing in the soft blue tone of her teke, she looked at her sister. "Here, if you're so hungry and can't wait for dinner." She sighed slightly, but didn't bother getting after them for it before she turned back to Asim. "You're allowed to have some, too. Since everybody else is digging in before it's fully cooled I might as well make sure that all the horses in this household get fed."
She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance before she considered what her plan for dinner was. She hadn't quite expected Asim to be around for the evening meal, which meant that she now needed to consider what she was going to do for a meal that served... eight horses.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 13:12:03 GMT -6
2 | 232The stallion's gaze shifted from the unicorn in the middle of the room as a familiar voice drifted through the room, singing a threat in his direction for taking the pie. His brow narrowed in a teasing manner, his ears shifting back as he removed his fork from the pointing position and stabbed it into his plate for another bite. "Is there a bad way?" He mumbled under his breath before shoving a piece of pie in his mouth and raising his brow as if to say, did i just say that?
"I can point my fork at whoever I so damn please." He huffed as he flicked it in the sooty mare's direction for affect. His lips pulled in a frown as the naked cat started making its way in his direction, holding his plate out of the way as the damn animal jumped up to join him on the couch. Shoving the cat off the cushions with a flick of his massive hoof, he let a pleasant smile play across his lips as Asalah spoke, clearly irritated that he had started the chain of digging into the pie early.
"Dessert first, isnt that what they always said?" He teased, biting his tongue as he flashed the mare a toothy grin. Though, he was still curious as to what she had planned for actual dinner. He was always hungry for Asalah's cooking. |
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 31, 2017 14:20:32 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Asim didn’t even flinch as the door to the home was swung open and some great ginger behemoth came trotting in like he owned the place. Golden eyes followed the figure, though his head remained stationary, as it disappeared into the kitchen and the banging of opened and closed cabinets played like awful music through the still. Soon, the figure returned with the dumbest grin plastered across his face and Asim couldn’t help the look of mild disgust as the beast threw himself onto the couch. The couch wheezed and groaned in protest, or maybe Asim had imagined that, he wasn’t sure, but watching the great black beast collapse onto the sofa certainly made him feel for it.
Ears flicked as the ginger’s voice rang out through the halls, calling for one of Evalynn’s sisters, and the fiend turned a pointed fork on him as he sloppily ate away at the pie. How dare he. Asim had been about to open his mouth in retort when Evalynn came home, he smiled lightly and bit his tongue. Retaliation against the ginger would have to wait, since... he didn’t feel like a brawl in the middle of the house... or did he.
Asim stood as Asalah came down and reminded/offered him a piece of pie as well. He wasn’t particularly fond of pie, being much more of a cake fan, but he’d oblige.
“Of course... I’ll get some for myself, it wouldn’t do to have you serving a slave.” He reminded her kindly, stepping towards the kitchen and past the great, chomping brute on the couch. It all appeared innocent enough, a slave being mindful of his position, moving to get himself his own food, stepping past the lot of them... perfectly innocent. Except... as he moved, Asim’s long, exceptionally fluffy tail, curled and coiled, snapping suddenly at the brim of Rag’s plate in hopes of tossing the delicacy to the floor. Point a fork at Asim, why don’t you.
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Post by notadonkey on Aug 7, 2017 16:05:37 GMT -6
Cyrene
Aodh | Kindling
The filly was busy in her room doing her own thing, aka attempting to read a book without help, before the commotion began downstairs. For a moment she didn't think anything about it, after all there was never a dull moment at her mother's house. Oftentimes when her mom was away she'd stay in her room to doodle, or maybe even try to re-arrange her room because she felt like it , or just because there was no one around to want to play with her. Cyrene let out a little whine, when was her baby sibling gonna be here?! She couldn't wait to show them all the cool things around the house and her favorite paints and- GaspWas that momma's voice?! The kindling swiftly closed her book and danced down the stairs. Cyrene stopped at the foot of the stairs, her ears perked as she noticed all the grown ups in the room. Auntie Asalah made pie, which is amazing and she will munch on in 1.3 minutes, then there was mommy's new slave (she liked him so far, he's shiny), Auntie's boyfriend with the crazy hair, and finally the best mom in the world. Cyrene let out a little excited whinny as she rushed to Evalynn, avoiding the falling plate of pie. She wanted the delicacy in her tummy not on her coat. "Momma!!!! Hi momma! How are you? What did you do today?" She looked up at her with a grin before the smell of that pie diverted her attention. "Auntie!! Hi, may I have some?" She plopped her chin on the top of the table. "Pleeeease?"
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Aug 7, 2017 17:33:24 GMT -6
The sun had just begun to set as Moonrise finished up for an early night. Humming to herself she flipped the shop sign to closed and shut all the windows. She shut the door to the forge, only leaving the flu and vents open. This kept the heat from completely escaping but also from burning the building down.
About ten minutes later she had finished closing down the forge and hung up her work gear. Plucking her orange sash from it's peg on the wall she draped it over her shoulders and headed for the door.
"Come on Soot, we're headed to Ev's place."
"This one is coming." The charcoal and black Lykoi cat purred, leaping from the workbench to her shoulders, sitting just behind where her sash sat on her neck.
Locking the door behind her she began to travel down the street at a brisk trot. Feeling the warm summer breeze waft across her face as she made her way through the artisan district to the sisters' house. She pushed on the door and found it to be open, striding through the door with a smile as she shut it behind her.
"Evening all." She said with a chuckle, ignoring the testosterone filled altercation and preferring to pay attention to hearing her niece messing around in the kitchen. Passing through the doorway she saw the pie and the filly's doe eyed look to Asalah for a slice.
Grabbing two plates from the cabinets she cut two small slices, placing one on a plate and handing it to Cyrene. Soot jumped from Moonrise's back and onto Cy's. He gave her an affectionate nudge and purr of greeting before leaping to the floor and heading back to the main room to hang out with Riley.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 15, 2017 10:48:02 GMT -6
Asalah shouldn't have been surprised - Okay, she wasn't surprised - by the sudden appearance of both Moonrise and Cyrene in the house, though she felt as if she had no time to respond to either of them as suddenly Moon was giving Asalah's favorite (and only) niece some of the pie while getting herself some. She greeted both of them warmly, gently patting Cyrene with her muzzle before she glanced over towards the couch Rags had settled so comfortably into. With a slight snicker, the horse rolled her eyes and made her way towards the kitchen.
"Rags you might want to watch your plate." She quickly shot over her shoulder, knowing full well that Asim's tail was going to cause at least some kind of mess, whether he meant to or not. Asalah didn't mind, it wasn't like she hadn't gotten used to cleaning up spills.
She had Evalynn as a sister and Rags as a boyfriend (which still sounded wrong to her), spills were part of the package with both of them. Thankfully, wine and booze seemed to be things that the two didn't spill.
However, the after affects of Asim's actions would be completely lost on the mare as she began to rummage through the kitchen. Though she was far from as loud as Rags had been, she tackled everything as methodically (if not more so) as he had, her thoughts wandering to what kind of food the group of gathered horses would enjoy.
Finally, she gave up on trying to figure it out on her own, calling out to the family gathered to see if they had any preferences. "Is there anything anybody wants for dinner?"
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