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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 6, 2017 14:34:57 GMT -6
Eshana | Mare | Labour Slave [Set before the events of Chapter 3]
{Valore was hot. Far hotter than anything she had ever experienced in the tunnels surrounding Nariah, or even above ground in Sirith. It was an overwhelming, altogether uncomfortable heat that cut through her light coat, and even now Eshana could tell she'd be dealing with burns on her sensitive skin the following day. One would think that after having been trapped in the city for nearly four years, she would have built some tolerance up to the blistering sun, but the proof would state otherwise on her agitated skin. Her discomfort was merely worsened by the heavy wagon she was currently towing, supplies required by one of the more recent of Valore's expenditures, yet another building to add to the already heavily populated city. High quality granite and marble, it was hardly a light load, and the straps that connected her to the wooden wagon were already lathered white with sweat. Not even mentioning the deep marks the inflexible leather left on her shoulders and chest, Eshana was thoroughly uncomfortable, being pushed on the edge of her tolerance level.
Ears pricked and sides heaving, Eshana took a moment to shoot the Chevalier overseeing their work a glance. The Chevalier Captain, Finely, was deeply engrossed in a conversation with a passing civilian it would seem, no doubt bored beyond words by the monotonous duty. She'd had the stallion as an overseer a handful of times, and she'd count him among the better of the guards. Known to become easily bored and occasionally looking the other way if a labour slave wished to take a brief break or converse with a fellow equine, not to mention not prone to angry outbursts, he was among the better of the Chevaliers she could have wished for. Heaving a relieved sigh, Eshana paused in her work, letting the cart roll to a gentle stop. Eyes briefly closing and head hanging down, Eshana relished the brief respite, using it to catch her breath and hopefully rest her sore muscles.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 6, 2017 19:32:50 GMT -6
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LAMIS
He had been sent out for a very simple errand. Go to the dry cleaning store, pick up the cleaned garment and come back home. Yet somehow but to no surprise even to himself, Lamis had become hopelessly lost. The slave Trader hadn't opened up shop that day so he had ordered the behemoth to go forth and do the task. But now he stood utterly lost and confused, all turned around and not even remember left from right, north from south. With large dinner plate hooves he moved off to the side, in the shade and sighed hard. The packs on his back where growing warmer as the sun continued to shift across the sky. He couldn't handle this...
Large ears swiveled out to the sides, his head bowed low. Maybe if he stayed out long enough his master would come find him and take him home. While he had been in this city for almost 3 years, the large draft mule had not had much experience actually being out and about. Hip crocked slightly, preparing himself for a long time of standing, since that was all he was good at currently. With one last hard sigh he closed his eyes and decided to take a nap. After all, a nap was always warranted, right?
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Post by Mad-Manx on Aug 7, 2017 1:08:35 GMT -6
Eshana | Mare | Labour Slave {As was typical for a labour slave, Eshana could risk only a few moments of rest before the task at hand needed to be addressed. Sighing heavily, she heaved forward, the tension on her chest returning as the straps once again cut into her skin. The rickety, wooden cart that was dragged behind her groaned with the burden, no doubt just barely holding together. Creaking with every rotation the wheels managed to make, the relentless sound made Eshana's ears pin to her head as she attempted to block out the annoying noise. Just one more thing to add to her frustration of a day.
As though fate had heard her very thoughts, a sickening crack suddenly echoed through the air as the cart splintered in two, one of the wheels collapsing down on itself. Leaping forward with a snort of surprise, Eshana whirled around to study the scene, trails of leather straps still attached to her body. Not again, was the only thought on her mind as a myriad of curses passed through her muzzle, frustration taking it's toll. Her mouth only shut as several citizens came to take notice of her situation, ducking her head down in silent, yet still seething, anger. If only they would be willing to invest in better equipment, these sorts of messes could certainly be avoided - but of course, why waste money on simply making the life of a mere labour slave better?
Still less than pleased with the situation, Eshana grudgingly began stacking the fallen stone slabs into a somewhat manageable formation. It was strenuous work, and not something she had wished to do again until the end of her journey, yet now it was required. Just barely managing not to mutter angrily under her breath, for the first time since her moment of misfortune she actually took her surroundings, noting the equine in the shade mere paces from her. Flicking her ears as she realized her collapsed cart would surely have disturbed their rest, she ducked her head in apology, glancing their way.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 13, 2017 1:19:47 GMT -6
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LAMIS
Had it not been for the sudden creak of wood or the loud snap as the beams gave way, or even the sudden gasp from passer by's the giant slave would have kept napping. But all those things combined, drove the large creature to rose and turn his head slowly in the direction of the disturbance. He saw the cart, broken beyond repair and the mare, moving the stones back towards it as if the rocks themselves had been trying to escape. Ears swiveled forward, muscles in his legs lifting the large limbs from the ground to drive him forward. "Won't work..." He spoke softly, green eyes looking over the cart again and the rocks that had no where to go now. "Broken..." A yawn pulled from his lips, braided tail flicking once as the sun washed over his hide.
He looked around again, unsure the mare really understood that the care could go no further. "Um... Need help?" After all, it was only polite and as much as Lamis hate work, he also knew his size and strength would be of great help right now. Plus... Maybe, just maybe, she might be able to help him find his master. He was after all, still hopelessly lost.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Oct 15, 2017 16:38:17 GMT -6
Eshana vagabond | labour slave "Strong but exhausted."
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{Ahh, sorry how late this is!! ^^;Eshana snapped her head around at the unexpected voice, ears angled back in a remorseful motion, certain she was about to be reprimanded for the flimsiness of the cart she had been hauling. A commoner she could deal with, but nobles wielded far more power than any individual should be allowed; she wasn't about to be burned because a conceited idiot decided her lack of proper equipment had ruined their day.
Rather than meeting the gaze of an offended noble, however, Eshana blinked with some surprise as the rather large, light coated equine lumbered towards her, yawning out an observation as he did so. The bridle bound around his head marked him as a slave, no different than her, although the adornment accompanying his would suggest a servile slave, with a relatively wealthy owner at that. His question received an almost quizzical glance from her, although she was quick to stifle the reaction. It was rare that a fellow slave was willing to take on a even greater workload.
"I'm sure you have more urgent matters to take care of," Eshana reassured, averting her gaze as she returned to rearranging the scattered bricks into a neat pile.
An unintended, wispy sigh left her muzzle as she regarded the materials, frowning. She'd probably have to recruit the aid of a Chevalier if she wished to complete her work for the day, and get a new cart. Unless of course they were in a particularly bad mood, she thought sourly, and requested she finish hauling them using only her teke.
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 14, 2018 14:27:43 GMT -6
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LAMIS
Large green eyes took in her situation. With the middle of the cart completely shattered and the wheels not looking that far off from following the same fate he stepped close. Emptying his packs, food and coin littering the ground he lifted brick after brick, settling them into the packs as if they where feathers. His form did not bulk or even shift as the weight kept being added. When only 1/4 of the bricks where left upon the piles, he turned his eyes to her. "If I help you... You help me? I am... Lost." Head dropped a bit as he nosed one of the apples by his feet. He tried to convince himself there would be more at some point. "Hungry?" He asked softly, eyeing her form and seeing the slight hint of ribs beneath them.
That fate could be his own and had be not been with the trader he was with who saw more value in him then anyone else he would have ended up as the city's possession. Swallowing hard he lifted a few more bricks with his teke and waited for her word on which way to go. The cart would be towed off soon, scoundrels and thieves alike would harvest the parts for their own use and maybe a few flakes of boards would be left soon after. Braid tail twitched again, ridding a single fly from his hind quarters. The sun always felt so good and master would be proud he put his weight to good use for once.
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Post by foalish on Dec 3, 2018 17:50:54 GMT -6
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