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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2017 18:04:06 GMT -6
Time Thief
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The night is warm, the weather fair. While most have turned into their huts, surrendering to sleep, there are many who find themselves unable to do so.
Time of Day: Late night
Weather: Warm and a little breezy
Timeline: Between Chapters III & IV |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2017 18:04:19 GMT -6
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Standing before the table was a tall, lithe figure. His coat was as dark as the night, speckles of birdcatcher spots sprinkled across him like the stars themselves, and a splash of white that trailed from his eye down his neck. His dark blue eyes trained on the board, his maneless neck arched as he studied the pieces. A small snort left his nostrils as he picked at the pieces with a soft blue glow of telekinesis, hoping it two steps over before dropping it on an open space. Pausing, lips pressed together, he gave himself a little nod before moving to the other side of the board.
Sometimes, when one wanted to play chess, but didnt have anyone to play with, they would just have to play it on their own.
Pressing his glasses back up his nose, the councilor sighed and tapped his shod hoof on the ground. He certainly was not thrilled to be stuck in this terrible place - not that anyone was, but that didnt matter. He had witnessed the death of the Defender, then was swept into the likes of prison without knowing the location or well being of his daughter. While he was certainly panicking on the inside, dread finding every inch of his soul, he managed to keep steady features and a cool head.
Now was not the time to dwell on "what ifs."
The sound of buzzing pulled him back to reality, and the councilor's tired eyes glanced up to find the lantern swaying from the force of bugs tapping and bouncing off the thin glass. Frowning, the hippocampus leaned close to the lantern and puffed air from his lips, sending the bugs hurling away from his dinky little light. He knew they would be back in no time, but at least for now, it was quiet.
Letting out another soft breath, he let his eyes settle back to his game.
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Post by ebbarie on Sept 3, 2017 11:29:27 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
Nighttime. The best time in Torrine, if there even was something like a good time in that prison.
Most of the other occupants had withdrawn into their dwellings, for a flight into dreamworlds until the morning when reality caught up.
Fijalahr would also escape into sleep, but not now. It was the only time he could move freely around Torrine, without meeting dozens of strangers with every new step.
He hated the crowd, the distress and the heat. At night it was bearable.
In the close distance, a small lantern enlightened the night and he could see the silhouette of a horse, standing in front of something that could potentially be a table.
As much as he loved to have some minutes for himself, he also welcomed any distraction from the present. So he started walking towards the light. The sound of his hoofbeat announced his coming long before the night revealed his dark body to the just as dark stallion at the table. As Fijalahr came closer, he recognized the horse. Ciardha, if he remembered correctly, had also been there when the defender died.
“Good evening” he said and dipped his head in greeting.
Curious the stallion looked down on the table. The counselor seemed to play a game. Fijalahr was sure that he had seen a similar game board before, but had no idea how it was called or even played.
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