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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:14:04 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 509: Surprise!  Team Leader: Masozi & Yoru Participants: Alari, Augustine, Hotaru, Io, Sesil, Veles, Winry, Xer. Participants: Evaris, Sinarin, Yasuo. 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 another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DSerora Prompt: The settlement in Sirith still bustles away and will as long as the Breimians will allow. Land which does not fight you every second for everything you want from it is hard to come by in Sedo and the medicinal herbs alone they are able to reliably grow have been a boon to the herd. A few Saviors have made the trek to handpick their supplies and are accompanied by reliable, and possibly curious, travelers. Vagabond Prompt: Serorans aren't usually targets for opportunistic folks such as yourself. The desert dwellers usually carry little more than trinkets or some spare medicines--hardly worth the effort of nicking them. However, this settlement in limbo between Breim and Serora is far more promising. Some trusting Folk have chatted that the group there even has a cache of crystal shards on hand--for possible trade with the Breimians of course. Seems you and your fellows could find a better use for those shards, if you can find them in the Saviors' hospital and get your hooves on them. Location: Ithaca's settlement in Breim Time of Day: Dusk Current Weather: Clear sky Please wait for your leader to post!
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 11, 2017 15:28:32 GMT -6
Masozi
Like every other day of their new life, Masozi woke up early and set out to do the chores they had been assigned for the day. Like every other day, Masozi kept their eyes glued to the Breimans and Serorans that roamed between the makeshift buildings and tents that made up the temporary settlement of Ueno. Even after living here for weeks, Masozi couldn’t bring themself to trust these other equines. It was hard for the young unicorn to trust anyone, besides their guardian Ithaca. However, Masozi was proud of themself that they were afraid of these strangers for the “right” reasons now. No longer was their mind poisoned by the stereotypes that the Aohdian had paraded around as fact. Now Masozi was afraid of these other equines for the simple fact that they were strangers. They were unaware of how the others would react to them, how other would act towards them, and what others thought of them. Not to mention that Masozi was practically a mute, only speaking with Ithaca when the two of them were alone. That lead to the young unicorn’s current predicament: “leading” a small group of curious travellers and one other savior seeking herbs that had come from southern Serora, aligning with the task that Masozi had been given by Ithaca, through the settlement of Ueno. By leading, Masozi meant silently leading the group around to where the good herb patches were while constantly, paranoidly, looking over their shoulder at the rest of their group every few minutes. Masozi had never met these strangers before and was weary of their every action, almost flinching whenever one of them spoke up at the savior apprentice or motioned to somewhere. Masozi silently prayed to Ignacio that none of these strangers knew what the brand on their shoulder meant. The scar physically itched at being out in the open around the strangers and it took all Masozi had not to walk in a way that wouldn’t show off the brand too much. The young unicorn’s anxieties started to flare at the thought of being found out, however impossible it would be as the horses around them were all from either Breim or Serora, and in order to deviate that nervous energy they started glancing around fervently at the crops for any herbs.
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 15, 2017 17:51:13 GMT -6
Y O R U
Today couldn't get any worse. Not only was Doev absent but so was Iyasu and Fallon. He hadn't even been allowed to see Gemstone in the last little while and these Royal duties just kept seeming to pile up. His caretaker, the dark colored King's Guide just chuckled each time the young prince complained and told him he would get used to it. Well, he sure as hell wasn't used to THIS!
Sunlight bathed everything in a bright glow his young bi-colored eyes where not used too. The large cloak he had borrowed from Doev offered protection from the rays but not the heat. Luckily they had left as the sun had started to make it's slow decline over the horizon and soon the cloak would only be used for warmth. But why he was here, the little colt was still unsure. Doev had mentioned something about getting his hooves wet, starting calmly in the trials and tribulations of being a Royal. The mother of the high king, Royal Hotaru had kindly asked any other royals to come with her on this venture and before the young royal could say no, Doev had nearly thrown him forward at the opportunity.
So now, here he was, trudging through -grass-, being cooked alive by the sun's rays and checking on the alliance land. Or something... He just hoped nothing terrible went wrong.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 15, 2017 21:19:41 GMT -6
 ║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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He didn't know why he was here among others. He usually worked alone. It was preferable. He didn't like questions. Not like he could answer them anyway. The only reason he could think of for his current companionship with these other fellow thieves, was the potential promise of shards. A mountain of them. These... Serorians, he thought? They had bragged about their cache of shards. Shards that would inevitably slide away under slick, quick hooves. If they could get that cache... It would be a blessing for a good week or two. Maybe longer. Depending on how much was there, and how much he was... Forced to split with these other two... Yasuo's ears twitched, gaze flickering between the other thieves and the settlement that was the object of their interest. He didn't want to share. Sharing got him less. He could get slighted too by the others. Especially since he was unable to verbally protest or say his thoughts. Despite these worries nagging in the back of his head, Yasuo was fixated on their prize. A childish, reclusive part of him was already thinking about what he could buy with those shards. Something sweet, and rare for him... Maybe a new drawing pencil or two... No. No. He needed to focus. Figure that all out after the job was done. Lightly shaking his head, Yasuo sighed quietly, one of the only noises that would ever somewhat regularly leave his throat. He didn't even know what these others were thinking for a plan of attack. He liked stealth. But it wasn't dark just yet. And he didn't have time to cover himself in soot and ash... Dangit.
Brows furrowing, Yasuo watched the Serorians, trying to think of a way to get in there in the even these other two couldn't. Well. In the event he didn't like their plan. He couldn't tell them one if he did make it. Unless he drew it. He could draw it. But it would waste precious scarce paper he would rather save for drawing...
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 15, 2017 23:46:18 GMT -6
Veles
Briem | Consul [to Serora]
  
Veles, had she not been so accustomed to the sun, might have had tears streaming down her face from the heat and light rays that were beaming down on them. The Consul member had heard of this settlement, and for some odd reasons, she had been called to this area to do what was referred to as a 'check up' on the land that was gifted to the Serorans. The aging mare figured it had something to do with her role in herd relations, so she didn't complain and made her way towards the settlement- bell clinking against her hair as she walked. With each soft sing that came from the bell, it was a comforting thought that it was warding off any bad spirits that might be hovering around her or this settlement.
It hadn't been a long trek for her, making her way from Osulas to the settlement after recieivng notice that she was needed there- Royals from Sirith were on their way as well so Veles made it a goal of hers to make it to the settlement before them, in order to already be there when needed. But sadly, she hadn't seen any faces she recongized yet, so she continued her trek through the settlement- looking for anything that might stick out to her, but nothing stuck out to the Consul member.
It all seemed well to her, she thinks. Lips pulled up into a soft smile as the clinking of the bell rings in her ears, it was nice to see the land that was given to the Serorans was helping them prosper.
"Fall down seven times,
Stand up eight."
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Dec 16, 2017 15:31:51 GMT -6
A L A R I
Serora | Folk Potter
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Alari had no idea where he was, not that being lost was entirely uncommon for the horse, it was more the fact he had ended up in the Seroran settlement in Sirith that was. It had started with him just wandering through the desert and seeing a young foal leading a group of travelers. His interest piqued, Alari decided to follow them.
The trek up had been fun, Alari decided. While he couldn’t wander off to look at plants and rocks on his own, there were lots of horses to talk to. They were getting medicine from the settlement or something, and Alari offered to carry as much as he could back into Sedo. Now, he’d been in the settlement for a few weeks, doing whatever odd job he was assigned. It was strange for Alari to stay in one place for so long, so keeping busy kept his wandering hooves in place.
Because of this, Alari was wandering through the crops, careful to avoid stepping on and young seedlings as he poked along. In the distance, he caught sight of the young Savior, hurriedly moving among the plants. Happy to see someone else, Alari trotted over, “Hey, buddy! Masozi, right? What’s up? Something fun, I hope!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 19:10:35 GMT -6
Sesil | Savior
The plants that grow in Sedo are prickly, hard to the touch and fickle. Often painstakingly slow and fickle in their growth. Nurturing them is hard, and takes time and patience, and careful knowledge on how to harvest and not to destroy with root and all. Where in Sedo the desert sands scour a scavenging Savior clean as the winds whip long lashes on skin, life flourishes here in Sirith.
With keen eyes and thinly veiled eagerness Sesil looks over some of their native plants, popping out of the dirt in neatly cultivated rows. He had seen mushrooms, fat and plump, bellflowers a hellish blue, and little sproutlings with brand new fragile leaves curling in on themselves in the cold of evening. He fantasizes taking home dried seedlings, and nurturing them to full growth. Serorans were hardy folk, and their saviors rarely cared with soft hands, but these lands gave him a breather that he was grateful for- though the travels to get here had taken a greedy nip on his stamina. He had remained mostly stationary for almost a decade before this expedition, and he felt that with a regretful pang in his muscles. As dusk settled and the sky would soon bruise purple, he supposed heading back to the hospital for rest would take care of that.
With these plants, possibilities spread and sprawled out before him. He considered which would be most beneficial to bring home and wonders offhandedly if asking a native Breimian doctor or healer would be an option. But he feels their eyes on him with characteristic suspicion for which he can’t blame them- he is grateful for their hospitality either way. The intentions of the new Seroran arrivals were good, but not entirely altruistic. They came with a reasonably large group; some travelers, some saviors, some vagabonds who had come with them along the way. Their intentions he knew not, and there were few words spoken between him and the others, his thoughts far and miles away.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 16, 2017 23:16:17 GMT -6
 
E V A R I S
Thief
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It had been a rather uneventful month for this young mare, aspiring to rise from her lack of activity. With taking what she could every now and then to survive, she had grown bored of her lonely ventures, though recently she thanked the gods for the presence of other thieves. Whether or not they wanted her with them, she followed and lacked the mind to think of the consequences. Thankfully however, it has lead to fortunes and some excitement in her life. They were two stallions, with both taller than her by a hand or two. They intrigued her, especially the one with the mask. It amused her to think of someone wearing a mask all the time, though with a scratch across his face she figured it was likely for the best. The aura around him was off-putting in a way, though she had no reason to speak in that sense. After all, she did steal from other equines for a living, and quite a living it was. Especially after running from Rogue Authority for breaking the code, she lived for the sake of the thrill and adventure, taking whatever she could from unsuspecting folks, whether it was big or small. With the chance that she could, she acquainted herself beforehand with the bi-colored stallion. His name was Sinarin, a dashing name for a dashing horse- that's besides the point, however.
In this moment, things were no different. There was talk from the Serorans that there was a cache of crystals, which instantly peaked her interest. However, with the approach that Mr. Mystery-Man was going for wasn't too effective in her mind for finding out more information. With him in the brush, trying to be stealthy, it was almost comical to her... actually, it was comical. She couldn't help herself but to grin at the moment, moving in beside the white bay to try an observe for a moment what he was focused on. Without thinking much about it she stretched her wing and tapped his shoulder, before folding them against her body. "Psst, what are you looking at? C'mon, don't be shy, you can tell me." She snickered at her own comment glancing up at the bay before looking back at the settlement. There were other horses approaching it, while others chattered among themselves. "Well,
whatever your looking at, there's no sense in waiting. We've got a chance to take what we can, might as well go for it now or not at all, Mutey." Evaris whispered to the stallion, cheekily smirking at him for a moment. She flicked her tail behind her, turning to walk in a direction to where they could make their appearance, somewhere that was less ominous than appearing from the bushes. While it would have been amusing, she wanted to know the whereabouts of the shards as soon as she could. With the agreements of splitting the shards between the three were set in place, she only thought of it as a suggestion. If there were shards in play, she wanted to have them all to herself. If she found them first, it would be fair game to her, but for now she would have to play along with their plan. "Any ideas on getting in without killing anyone? I know death is fun and all, but I don't want to start a war within a war." She paused as she looked to the equines who were walking towards the settlement, pondering to herself for a moment with a smile to herself with the joke that was likely said too soon for it to be funny. Evaris spoke in a low voice to ensure that only the other two would be able to hear her offensive remarks and antsy tone. Then, she turned back to the two, raising an eyebrow to the both of them. Hopefully Sinarin would be able to answer with any sort of ideas, and fast. She was beginning to grow impatient with the waiting, and scheming with multiple horses wasn't something she usually did. It was more fun to be on lone missions, though she figured it would be interesting enough to aid these two in the little escapade into an unknown facility, with unknown horses. Never did she encounter Serorans, so she didn't know exactly what to expect. She knew they historically had a love for Alya, though not much else was known. The only herds she had any general understanding about was Talori(her old home), slightly Breim, and the demand for slaves in Aodh(due to her past life in Talori). It was risky, but she liked risky. This was going to be a chance for her to put herself to use, rather than wandering aimlessly until finding worthwhile loot. Sneaking in there was out of the question with their easily detectable coats and her colorful feathers, although there was always more than one way to getting what they wanted. Thinking quietly to herself, she looked to both of them with a fake, friendly smile, as if to emphasize her idea. It was difficult to tell if it would work, though sure enough they would have to try something eventually. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind some friendly travelers just passing by."
... ... Evaris is standing with Yasuo in the brush near the settlement. After taking a chance to tease Yasuo, she figures they might as well conjure a plan and get the escapade over with. She doesn't like that the thieves are splitting the shards between each other, but won't argue... for now.Word Count: 924 Post #1 |
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 17, 2017 3:14:44 GMT -6
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WINRY | BREIM | HEALER
I seek the stars above the world to be the guides,
but they all pale against the light in your eyes.
Winry understood why he was here, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of desperately wanting to be back home instead, close to the comfort of familiar surroundings and his beloved Lidian. It was lonely out here, and even though he traveled with fellow Bremiams, he had very little in common with them. They had all suffered from the brazen heat during the journey, though Winry had done his best to remind the group to sup frequently, lest they suffer the dastardly consequences of heatstroke. The unicorn had managed to fair far better than his comrades, frequently summoning patches of dew from seemingly thin air whenever sweat began to blossom over his coat, and found himself praising Cascade’s gift to him over and over again in silent prayer. As they reached the settlement Winry found himself beginning to unwind, comforted by the sight of semi-permanent structures and the idea of being able to rest in something other than a makeshift camp out in the open. Chewing on the thought, he pondered how long the others planned to remain here, shaking hands with strangers.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 17, 2017 9:55:35 GMT -6
Sinarin | Vagabond Thief
"Hey, you both made it!" The stallion called as he trotted up behind the other two thieves, a grin curving lips. Steps were light, and voice pitched so it wouldn't carry past the other two equines. He halted on the skinny white stallion's other side, casting a glance over his two acquaintances, before silver gaze flicked toward the large group of travelers among the plots of herbs, heading toward the hospital. Stealing from Serorans didn't actually sit very well with Sin, but shards were shards, and this was technically stealing from the Briemians too, since they were the only ones here who really used shards--other than the thieves. There had been rumors about the sand horses gathering up a payment to trade to the cave dwellers, and it was prime target material. Only...Sinarin had no idea where the cache was located in this collection of dwellings, and he'd only briefly stopped through before on his travels. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to call in some help for this heist, though working with a couple of other thieves always made things...interesting. "Come on, love, you think I'd have called you both out here if I didn't have some form of idea? Gimme more credit than that," the stallion told Evaris, casting her a wink. "This is a pro's job, after all." Then again, he never much acted like a pro, or like he was ever actually serious. It tended to get on some people's nerves, but that was just how he rolled. He studied the group before them for another moment, before giving a decisive bob of his head. "I was thinking of just playing some friendly travelers, actually, my dear. We can play Serorans come to gather medicine for our family. The sand lovers are pretty trusting, and it should get us close. To get easy inside access...what say you to playing sick, dear Yasuo? You don't do the talking, but how's a belly ache feel for ya?" While Sin didn't know diddly about the Briem residents, really, it shouldn't matter too much, so long as they kept it simple. Serora was huge and with everyone pretty much being nomads...it should work. Long enough to find the cache and nick it. He just had to keep an eye on his companions, make sure all this planning didn't go to waste if his share just...waltzed off without him looking. Post 1 | WC 408 |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 17, 2017 10:11:21 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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Sharply drawing in a breath at the words next to him, Yasuo only slowly slid his gaze to the thief beside him, his eyes narrowing as she continued to speak. Jerk... He looked back at the camp, ears flicking. This was exactly why he hated needing to work with others. Or at least, ones who are completely unprofessional. A bitter part of him internally said 'if anyone needs their tongue cut out, it's her'.
Lifting his gaze and looking back at both her question, and the other approaching thief, he rolled his eyes. Passing travelers? If they just claimed to be passing travelers, suspicions might raise. Maybe the other two could pass... But him? With the mask? Lack of voice? ...Probably not. It was a stupid idea to just try and walk in there and say 'hello!'
Yasuo only watched the other two, giving them a blank, bored stare at the flirting. Good grief. Just focus on work, and then trying to bed her! He gave a light scoff, looking back at the camp until he was addressed, at which he looked over at Sinarin, tilting his head. A belly ache? Why would they trust a group of rough looking strangers for a simple belly ache? No. No. That wouldn't work...
His gaze drifted over Sinarin, landing on his dagger. Getting up, he strode towards the other thief, grabbing his dagger in his teke and pulling it towards him. Only looking down, at himself, he raised the dagger, and drawing a short breath, slashed himself across the chest. He grit his teeth at the flash of pain, but lowered the dagger, and threw it back to Sinarin, letting it land in front of him. The cut wasn't too deep. Just Enough to make others concerned, as well as being long enough. It was already starting to bleed and drip down his chest.
Looking at the other two now, he gave them a bit of a stare, gesturing towards the camp before he turned and began striding towards it. Alright... It did hurt, so he could pull off a genuine performance... Hopefully the other two would be able to make up a story as to why he was injured like this. If they could pull that off, then they could get in with no problems. And they wanted to just be simple travelers, one come down with a belly ache. How unprofessional.
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Post by Wolf-mask on Dec 17, 2017 11:17:27 GMT -6
Masozi
Masozi tuned out of the conversation going on behind them, if there was any at all. It was like second nature to the young unicorn thanks to their background of serving customers at the resort. Aodhians didn’t like it when slaves listened to them…or talking to them for that matter. Instead the child focused on the herbs around them. Herbs were much easier to deal with than other equines. Masozi stopped when their small group hit a patch of comfrey. Thinking back to this morning, Masozi was sure that they were running low on a stock of that at the hospital. Flicking their giant ears nervously, Masozi looked back at the group and nodded towards the rows of comfrey spreading out in front of them. Hopefully they got the message that the Savior apprentice was stopping to pick, if not well they would when the foal started harvesting the herbs. Opening the saddlebags strapped to them, lent to them by Ithaca, Masozi went to pick up some comfrey when a horse trotted up quickly beside them. Startled, the unicorn jumped up into the air a tiny bit, giant ears straining towards the horse who had started talking to them suddenly. It took a moment, but the child realized it was Alari, a Seroran who had suddenly wandered into Ueno one day and seemed to just stay. Taking a deep breath to calm down their frayed nerves, going through some steps that would stop their racing thoughts. Ithaca had taught them some ways recently to keep them from having a panic attack, and Masozi was grateful to their guardian for that. Now grounded, if still a bit tense, the savoir apprentice nodded in greeting to Alari. Using what sign language Ithaca and Pryderi had taught them, the unicorn signed “Wind beneath your wings.”, a typical greeting that the child had learned from their Seroran caretakers. Masozi hoped that Alari knew sign language, most Serorans did but not every equine had learned. As Masozi waited, movement out of the corner of their eye caught their attention. Ever vigilant, Masozi’s head whipped over to the pale horse that was walking towards them. Though it was hard to tell, the child was sure they’d never seen this horse before until this moment. It also looked like the horse was limping slightly, possibly from a wound of some sort. Masozi, panicking a small bit, tried to reassure themself. Yes, they were very inexperienced and had only started their training a few weeks ago, but Ithaca had already taught them how to treat cuts and bruises. Cuts and bruises Masozi could work with. Eyes flicking down to the comfrey, Masozi harvested a few from the roots up and stored them inside the saddlebags, waiting for the stranger to get closer apprehensively while standing beside Alari.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2017 11:48:34 GMT -6
Sesil | Savior
Though he is far from home, the scorching heat of the unforgiving desert long behind the lot of them, the settlement reminds him of where he grew up. Nomad camps that always were a welcome sight on the horizon and promised food, water, and shelter from the winds. For a nomad home is an abstract concept, but with the tents and housing constructed from mud and brush, it’s a Seroran camp in a foreign sea of green. The large mule winds his way past the tents, slowly becoming acquainted with its layout.
Sesil isn’t one to feel homesick, and it occurs to him only vaguely. He offhandedly thinks of the supply of shards that they brought for trading, in short supply and scraped together with great care and effort, safely stashed away at the hospital. He had become so used to trading skills for goods and the other way around that shards feel like a foreign currency, and distinctly realizes this makes him an easy target to be ripped off- being at a complete inability to gauge the price. To get the help of a Breimian native would be most welcome- he knows much, but a conversation would wield fruitful conversation. He’d love to learn from their doctors, taught underground under the veil of darkness, his mind filled with theories that he’d love to discuss with their bright minds.
They are here to trade and gather, his notebook already heavy with scribbles and notes and little drawings, but striking up a conversation with a fellow horse of medicine would be a good step. Though not shy he’s not entirely willing to approach a group of Breimian horses, they being in the safety of company and him being on his own- he is aware of the way he looks, of overgrown size and heavy set in his face. A one on one would suit his questions better. He’s unsure of where his fellow Seroran healers and the novices are, as Sesil split from them a while ago, but he figures the hospital is a good place to rest up for the evening and start jotting down their inventory. He doesn’t plan to come home empty handed.
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 17, 2017 14:31:07 GMT -6
E V A R I S
Thief
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The light flirtation she didn't mind when it was given, chuckling lightly at the comment. She studied his expressions for the moment as they morphed between thinking of a way to easily get in. From a glance to the white bay, it was obvious that their mute friend wasn't much fond of conversation, since he clearly couldn't participate in it easily. She kept her eyes in Sinarin, nodding after he finished his thoughts. "Sounds like a solid plan to me, I'm sure we'll be in and out in.." Her sentenced slowed as Yasuo approached Sinarin, pulling out a knife and eyeing the both of them with an unsettling determination. Then, he drew it over his chest to create a long cut, which started to bleed. Her brows arched for a moment, before understanding that he was willing enough to injure himself for this mission. It plagued her with a genuine idea on how they could really sell this. "Good idea, Mutey." With one last smug grin and glanced given to Sinarin, she turned and began to follow Yasuo. "Follow my lead, hun." Evaris winked at the bi-colored horse, flicking her tail lightly behind her. Just before turning to see that the mute had already headed out into the open, which gave her an even better idea on how to approach this.
Starting off with a worried expression, she galloped after Yasuo, looking around with a panicked expression. In a swift movement, she stretched out her wing and rested it on Yasuo's back in a caring manner. Of course he wouldn't like it, she knew this, but it would better sell if they looked like they at least liked to be around each other. "Are they gone?" She let out a shaky breath, as if in fear and attempting to settle her senses. Almost as if she hadn't looked up before, she looked up to see the settlement, relief showing on her face. "Oh, thank Alya, thank the gods, we're safe." She saw the band of travelers approaching the settlement, and walked up to them, a pleading look on her face. "Is there a healer here? A medic? Please, we have no supplies to aid our friend. We've been chased here, we know not where we are." Her voice mimicked that of a desperate traveler, meek and wishing for help for her "friend", which had blood coated on his chest. She only hoped the Serorans would buy such an act, and take them in, where they could find out more information about the location of the cache. She did not want to walk away with nothing, and she would refuse to let down the act until they got what they came here for. ... ... Approaching whomever is right outside of the settlement.Word Count: 452 Post #2 |
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Post by empyre on Dec 17, 2017 18:31:19 GMT -6
Hotaru || Royal FamilyHotaru, over her time periodically checking in on the Seroran settlement, had grown somewhat accustomed to the weather on the surface of Sirith. It wasn't pleasant, not by a long shot, but she was not uncomfortable as she walked with those who had agreed to accompany her into the settlement on this day. Her lavender gaze scanned her surroundings, searching for Veles. It would be nice to get caught up with the other mare, and to gauge how the Seroran's efforts on their homeland were progressing. She spotted the pinto mare and trotted forward with a warm smile, bowing to the slightly younger mare, "It is good to see you, Veles, how has Sedo been treating you?" She asked, though her attention was drawn away a moment later as an injured stallion, one she did not recognize, stumbled into the settlement "Oh dear..." She murmured, looking back at the small party of Breimians, her eyes landing on Winry. Any other time she may have asked the stallion to help, but something seemed amiss. She did not trust readily, and the injured stallion and his companion were not of Breim and she had not seen them before on her trips to check on the Serorans.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Dec 17, 2017 20:11:41 GMT -6
Veles
Briem | Consul [to Serora]
  
Hearing her name be called, and having recognized the voice, Veles whipped around quickly to greet the woman, "Oh, Hotaru," She grinned, dipping her head in a similar manner, "It's good to see you as well," She chuckled, happy to have a face she recognized in the crowd as she turned her attention back to the settlement. Veles was quick to respond, saying that Sedo was more than she could have hoped for, "The surface is rather pleasant," She said, watching with furrowed brows as Hotaru's attention was drawn away by the injured stallion. And, she too, felt her suspicions rise as she glanced from the stranger to those who worked at the settlement.
"Odd," Veles mumbled, glancing over to the Royal standing next to her, and she had half a mind to tell the Lady not to go anywhere but that was not her place at the moment, so she watched with narrowed eyes as the mare went on about how they needed assistance, "I think we should stay away, for now, Hotaru," Veles mumbled, not wanting the mother of the High King to go back injured.
So for now, Veles watched from a safe distance.
"Fall down seven times,
Stand up eight."
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 17, 2017 21:09:40 GMT -6
Y O R U Young Prince / Royal Family
His mood only continued to plummet as the mother of the high king all but ignored his presence. Doev had assured him that the soft colored mare would be welcoming and kind, but how wrong he had been. Steps continued to become slower and slower, falling away from the mare and the healer that had been brought along as well. His view of the royals only soured more, seeing them as nothing but figure heads with too much time on their hands. Hotaru was turning out to be no exception.
As another mare joined them, the young colt made sure to step behind Winry, unsure what to do. He was clearly in no place to be commanding or leading and this strange place around him full of strange unknown horses only made his unease grow. Stranger still was when a white colored horse nearly staggered into the settlement, the blood stark against his chest. Yoru stepped back, not at all close to the other equine but his unsurety and clear unease of his situation was growing. With a small tug at Winry's cloak, he tried to signal for the other briem to stay behind with him, to not join the others just yet. This was all sorts of wrong and paragraphs of text flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the traps the bad guys set for those trying to do good. How the knights always got hurt when trying to do good things for those unknown.
"Please..." A soft voice fluttered out from his lips, showing his fear. "S-stay here with me, Winry? P-please...?" Despite being completely covered by a cloak and in the fading light, Yoru still felt exposed, open and so very vulnerable. He wanted Doev so badly.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 18, 2017 17:23:54 GMT -6
Sinarin | Vagabond Thief
One brow lifted as the skinny white stallion moved toward him, muscles tensing as the other's teke gripped his dagger, and he felt it pulled from it's sheath near his chest. He didn't like someone else grabbing his weapons, but kept silent and still. Yasuo's body language was all wrong for someone meaning harm...to others. Sinarin stared in surprise at the willingness for the other thief to maim himself to sell a story, but it was colored with admiration too--and then disgust. "Really? Didn't anyone teach you how to take care of weapons, handsome? Throwing 'em bloody on the ground, I mean really," Sin huffed, scowling at the bleeding thief as he scooped up his weapon and wiped it clean on a nearby leaf before re-homing it with a swift movement of silver teke. He snorted and followed after the pair, bemusement on features. They could have played simple travelers, stopping by to restock and rest for a moment. Wouldn't have been too out of place, Serorans did use masks sometimes to keep sand out of the noses and mouths. But nooooo. Sulkily, the stallion did have to admit this was a better ploy, and he supposed he'd play a mercenary instead. He'd pulled that one off before. He could only follow after that alluring wink, and resist the urge to laugh at the way Evaris was selling the situation--she seemed to be laying it on a little thick. Then he frowned a bit. They'd been chased by someone, eh? That could be tricky, since none of the three were covered in sweat, but they could have been surprised by a local predator and dispatched it quickly...that'd work, hopefully. The thief trotted after his companions, coming up to Yasuo's side as if to offer support, as he saw Evaris beseeching some of the equines ahead. But no one seemed to react to her performance. Oh sure, a few horses turned to look at them, but they just...stared. Well that wasn't helpful. "Hey, is there anyone who can help out my friend here? He got had by some kinda dog, and he's bleeding," Sin called as they drew closer, silver eyes flickering over everyone present, expression concerned (and actually sincerely so). Come on, someone had to fall for it. Kaia's tits, Yasuo was literally bleeding right there! And it wasn't like he was some bay to hide the color either. They just needed one horse, it wasn't much. Post 2 | WC/410 |
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 18, 2017 23:21:43 GMT -6
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WINRY | BREIM | HEALER
I seek the stars above the world to be the guides,
but they all pale against the light in your eyes.
Winry raised his head in alarm, ears pinning as yet another band made their way towards them, eyeing the blood that trickled down the masked figure’s chest and stained the golden sand beneath them a russet brown. He could not assess the extent of the damage from here, but was quick to take note of Hotaru’s expression; wait. Bowing his head in acknowledgment at both mares’ suspicion, Winry paused mid-step as he felt a gentle tug against his coat and looked back to see the young prince cowering behind him. At the boy’s words, Winry’s expression softened. “I’m right here, Yoru.” He murmured, trying to ease some of the young colt’s distress. Though Winry did not feel completely at ease himself, time and experience had taught him how to conceal his true feelings when others were folding in upon themselves. As another called out, however, Winry’s attention returned to the situation at hand. A dog? He frowned at the sudden outburst, perplexed at what kind of canine could have caused such a linear (and deep) cut.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 19, 2017 1:36:36 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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No, no, no, it looked like they already were skeptical of this charade... These two idiots were ruining it! While Evaris seemed to be... Okay... He had to fight back a recoil from the touch on his back, instead managing a soft, throaty groan of pain. Yasuo watched her approach the others, lightly frowning under his mask. They were still so skeptical... Damnit!
Sinarin's call out did nothing to help their case. Dog bite?! With this slash on his chest?! ...No. He wasn't letting this end this early. As Sinarin approached his side, Yasuo forced a jump, his head shooting up to look at the other thief as if he had not noticed his approach due to the pain, and was just now startled by him. Imagine him as his father... Pull this off...
A strangled cry of fear rose up from him, his throat crying in pain from the sudden, sharp use of his underused voice. Yasuo bolted forward, his eyes wide, ears pinned, head up, blood flying from his injury. A weak, hoarse call, sounding something like a desperate cry for 'help', followed by something like 'knife'. It was his father behind him. His father was here to take him back. Or to kill him. Blind his other eye. Sew his mouth shut. Any other thing that haunted his nightmares and caused him insomnia.
Although he wanted to put on a good show, these forced thoughts, the surge of adrenaline from both the cut he gave himself, and the sudden change of speed... His eyes watered, something that hadn't happened in a long time. For a few moments, he truly believed his father was here to finish the job. Crying out again, he bolted into the camp, skidding to a stop, trembling and shaking while glancing behind him quickly, then around himself as if he was looking for a place to hide, or some type of shelter. He felt tears running down his cheeks, which was even more unsettling to him, making his reaction stronger and more true.
A part of him reasoned this was an act. If this didn't work, nothing would. But he was trying his best. A weak, almost unintelligible shout of a mangled 'Evaris' left his worn, painful throat again, and he looked around for the other thief, trying to find his 'companion' who had been attacked with him. If Sinarin was any kind of decent thief, Evaris too, they would just go with it...
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 19, 2017 14:54:41 GMT -6
Augustine Serora | Outsider
He was positive that none of his traveling companions knew why he was here, and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure either.
But the Sultan was new, the kirins were back, war was imminent. The gods were up to something. Mysteries.
So it had to be a natural curiosity that made the old man's joints creak at the back of the group on their long walk here. He had rolled up as many of his possessions as he could, including his ratty makeshift tent and worn silver dagger.
August watched his Seroran herdmates, observing them slowly and heartily like a fine wine. They had certainly not invited him, but hearing flashes of the word "Sirith" on the rare day he was getting tea leaves in Osulas, and his ears had swiveled faster than a jackrabbit's. The next day he found himself ambling after them.
Maybe Alya was in Sirith. Maybe Sedo was abandoned, but the goddess could be elsewhere in Hireath, and maybe August could convince her to come back home.
He pitched his tent a bit outside the little market called Ueno. True to his pattern of living, he would not interfere with the business dealings and the saviors gathering medicinal resources. He would watch. At night, he'd see if Alya had an ear turned to these grassy plains. Maybe she had just grown weary of the desert heat.
Today, however, there were visitors to Ueno and August shuffled awake from a late afternoon nap to hear rising voices in the market. He peered through a hole in the tent. Partially shrouded by merchant tents but the voices carried clear. Something about a dog attack. Seeking help.
He put his head back down, but kept one ear swiveled to the conversation happening outside.
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Post by Wolf-mask on Dec 19, 2017 17:07:33 GMT -6
Masozi
The anxiety bundling in Maozi’s chest only seemed to grow as a mare trotted out after the white horse that had stumbled from the bushes. She was crying out in a panicked voice, looking towards anyone in the settlement to offer some sort of help. It seemed however that there was no one willing to give it. Serorans were supposed to be open and helpful right? Why were they all standing around and just staring? Maybe it was shock? It might just be due to the Breiman’s distrust of outsiders that lent to the nervous energy in the air, making the Serorans too nervous to approach the strangers. After all, this wasn’t their land by right The Breimans had lent them this land to grow food and herbs on. Out of the corner of their eye, there was a Breiman convoy staying by. They were too nervous to move forward. Masozi hadn’t seen them before, perhaps some Royals that were visiting from Nariah? Masozi thought so at least. They could just be curious equines from Breim. Masozi eyed them wearily before turning back to the picked horses that seemed to be pouring out from the bush. Another stallion had spilled out from the bushes, following what seemed to be his companions. He cried out about some sort of dog attacking them. That had Masozi doubtful. What sort of dog left a cut like that on someone’s chest. Masozi supposed it could be a familiar of some sort of thief, but they didn’t mention any sort of equine tailing behind them. However, the air suddenly changed around the three horses when the last stallion trotted up. The white stallion started to make some sort of gasping noise that could be words. He seemed scared of something, turning tail and bolting into the settlement. It almost seemed like the stallion was having a panic attack… Weary ears perking up, Masozi nudged Alari’s leg to follow them. Masozi may be worried about the stranger, but they were also worried about themself. Even if the horse was injured, Masozi wasn’t going to take any chance with them. The young savior knew how to deal with a panic attack, and with the way the stallion was running it would only make the cut worse. Trotting hesitantly after the stallion, ducking in front of him when they caught up with the stranger. Looking up with wide eyes, Masozi hoped to get the message across that they were going to help this equine, even if they were nervously twitching at the equine now towering over them.
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 21, 2017 21:12:43 GMT -6
Y O R U Young Prince / Royal Family
All of this was too much.
Way too much.
As the scream hit the air, Yoru jumped, his good wing flaring and tossing the cloak he was wearing over his side and onto the ground, leaving the fabric tied neatly around his neck. Eyes where wide, nostral's flaring. Head shot high, breathing quickly while his one strong wing flapped like a startled bird. Harness strained to contain the bad one, it wanting to flap as well. The white blur of the equine injured shot into the settlement, horrific noises echoing about the area. Mind tumbled, sending the young teen reeling, stepping backwards and away from his group. He did not feel safe. Couldn't feel safe. Not when it appeared to be something else entirely startling the other equine into a frightened frenzy.
With a small startled noise of his own, Yoru quickly took off, back the way they had come. He couldn't do this! He wanted to go home! This was all too scary, all to much. Why had Doev thrust him into this! There was real blood here. Real blood and real injuries. Real danger. If he could just get back to the safety of the tunnels those dangers would vanish. All these fears would remain on the surface and he could hide away once more. Wing flapped, cloak billowing off to the side. He was not fit for this adventure!
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Post by CaptainFlowers on Dec 21, 2017 21:50:09 GMT -6
A L A R I
Serora | Folk Potter
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Alari’s ears perked up as the horses stumbled from the tree-line, one was injured, clearly, while the others simply looked distraught and talked about some dog. The white stallion sporting the wound ran towards town, seemingly panicked and Masozi took the lead after him. Alari was glad about that. The quiet foal knew about medicine after all. His good friend Diana was a Savior and had tried to teach Alari a few things, since he was constantly wandering through cacti, but the lessons never really stuck. Also, Alari himself was a bit nervous, his quiet morning suddenly crashed by wounded and scared horses. Was this what the war would be like?
Shaking that thought from his head, Alari slipped beside Masozi as the approached the panicked horse. Rather delayed, Alari signed back a greeting and added, “I can translate?” to Masozi. Maybe he could be helpful to the young Savior in someway, since he couldn’t do much about the cut himself.
“Hey there, mister,” Alari spoken in the calmest tone he could, “That dog isn’t chasing you anymore, and we’re here to help. See this little guy here?” Alari cocked his head towards Masozi, "They're a Savior and are going to look at that cut of yours."
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Post by LaBelleAnni on Dec 21, 2017 23:19:28 GMT -6
E V A R I S
Thief
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Evaris turned her head to Yasuo and the general direction of Sinarin as he approached, hesitating in changing her expression, which was still worried. The group around them wasn't believe their act, she could tell, but luckily they had Yasuo to take it to the next level. Even if she admired Sinarin's free-will and whimsical persona, his actions currently didn't help at all. She may not have been the brightest, but a dog bite with a scar wound didn't match up. Soon enough though, the story switched up. All at once the white bay had looked completely startled by Sinarin's actions. She moved her wing away from his back as he let out a strangled cry before taking off towards the camp. It had been so believable that it had managed to startle her, her eyes widening in a genuine shock. It didn't take long for her to realize that with his body language toward the bi-colored horse, he was pinning the attack on him. It was a grand idea, and it would buy them hopefully in to the lie that they had started.
Not long after he had bolted, she looked to Sinarin with 'fear' in her eyes, slightly rearing with a frightened whinny, pacing in place as if she was stunned that he was there, that he had followed them. Before long she picked her pace up into a gallop once again, chasing after her associate. Tears had been streaming down his face, while blood coated his once white coat, now bathed in red. He cried out, calling her name in a strangled way that was sad to hear. It was believable, and she knew this because at least a dusty red-orange coated horse and blue roan mule walked up, trying to reassure her mute friend. "I'm here, Yasuo, I'm here." She let out a breath after running, approaching him with desperation to be with her 'friend' instead of near the attacker, which hilariously the blame was pinned on Sinarin. Evaris thought it would be good to laugh about later, but now wasn't the time. Not once did she crack her worried expression, turning her head back to Sinarin with a fearful look. To 'comfort' her associate, she placed her wing on his back once more, huddling close to him. It was easy for her to be comfortable with this, since it was all part of the act after all. Her eyes turned to the two who were there to comfort and help Yasuo, nodding in their direction as if to say that she was grateful. Quickly she was adapting to the situation, realizing there were times to speak, and now wasn't one. Until she was asked anything or required to speak for herself, she wasn't going to force ideas onto the settlers. It was their job to believe what was happening before them, after all. Hopefully this was going to work. She wished for Alya to let them slip through this settlement with not many issues, even if her absence was clear as can be. Faith failed her, but with skill and hard work towards her goals, she strives not to fail on her own, or get caught for that matter. At least, however, she'd get to have fun in the midst of acting out panic and strife.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Dec 22, 2017 15:07:06 GMT -6
║❖ Yasuo ❖ ║
"The day is for the honest men, the night is for thieves."
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Yasuo forced himself to relax just a tiny bit at Evaris coming over. He suppressed the urge to throw her wing off of him, instead focusing on keeping his breathing rough and panicked, looking between the equines nearby now as if he was still afraid of another attack. Eying the smaller equine who stopped in front of him, he slowly lowered his head, seemingly accepting the offer while shifting his weight slightly to keep up the anxious act.
It seemed like it was working, at the very least. Evaris was definetly going with this new direction, which he appreciated. Sinarin though... He had better. His red gaze darted to another newcomer. Savior? What was that. Medic? Something? He didn't bother learning the ranks of the herds. Not like he got a chance to. Forcing out a few more strangled words, he tried to say "Not dog," to the best of his abilities, which was quite hard.
...He hated talking. This wasn't even talking. This was a feeble attempt at making noises in his throat, as his lips and tongue couldn't anymore. His voice itself was just ruined from under-use and the blood and screaming from when he had lost his tongue. It sounded hideous to his ears. He hated it. Hated it. It was pitying, it was disgusting, it was something just wrong with him. Why had he decided to try talking. This was the worst idea. He should have just left before he went along with these idiots.
He swallowed, cringing at the pain in his throat. He was not meant to be doing this. He was a thief. Not an actor. Not a socializer. But it was too late to back out now. Fuck. He tried to calm his breathing some, still struggling to do so, both from the adrenaline, and the massive wave of self loathing washing over him.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 23, 2017 11:46:28 GMT -6
Sinarin | Vagabond Thief Okay, okay, so maybe saying it had been a dog wasn't the best move, judging by the skeptical looks. But saying they'd been chased hadn't been any better! Maybe a feline would have worked, (were there even any around these parts?), since their claws were wicked sharp and could have done the job. This was why he preferred making plans ahead of time, instead of improvising the entire thing. But it wasn't like he'd had much of a choice with these two. Silver eyes gleamed as he studied everyone as quickly as he could. Still, it was turning out be quite the fun adventure, he'd give it that. No one present really looked like the fighting type, so maybe the three of them would just get stupid lucky. Or...maybe something else. At the strangled cry of fear, Sinarin's head actually jerked upward, and a look of annoyance plastered across his face. Oh, he saw what was happened now, and while it irritated him, it was also...brilliant. But who knew Yasuo was such a good actor? It seemed incredibly out of character for the sneak type thief, and definitely made the stallion intrigued. He'd have to try to dig into that later. Right now, everyone was beginning to panic. He saw a small horse make their way to Yasuo, as if to help him out, and Evaris rush to his side. A little ways away, another young one bolted away from his comrade's, the set that didn't look like Serorans. There wasn't much cover here, but there was rising panic and a whole lot to cause a massive diversion with. It should work. Either they'd hand over those shards, or he could be chased off and the other two could sneak about and grab them. He better just not lose his share.... Sharp eyes settled on the panicked young colt by himself, one who had a wing caught in a sling. With a surge of speed he cut across the dark pegasus' path, grabbing the harness firmly with his silver teke and holding his dagger along the lad's neck. Mentally cringing for what he was doing to this entirely innocent boy, he hardened his features. "Gimme your shards and valuables, if you don't want this boy harmed!" Alya's sweet ass, this cache of shards had better be worth all this trouble! Post 3 | WC 392 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 14:54:48 GMT -6
Sesil - Savior
Long sheets of linen stretch between wooden beams and poles, some white and some richly decorated with Seroran colors and patterns, forming a barrier of privacy between the road and the constructions of the hospital that had been settled there. Here, they eased the suffering and misery of a divided people, and the quiet washes over Sesil as he enters the structure. It is blessedly free of noise and bustle and physical presence of the crowd, and a relief after the long travel that lay behind him. The Savior puts away some of the items he’s brought in a little cranny he had claimed as his own, to alleviate some of the weight that strains his saddlebags. They are old and the stitching has begun to unravel at the seams, and he mentally notes to replace them the moment he gets the chance.
It’s mostly jars, vials, bundles. Older dried plants that flaked to shreds when you so much as touched them, young plants not yet fully grown, the stalks from herbs, little seedlings. A standard that Seroran saviors set for themselves- or perhaps one he set for himself. It was rare to find him unprepared. He’s left his leeches and maggots at home, in another's care, who had better keep them fed and safe.
He vaguely wonders what the Breimian healers bring, what sort of medicine they don’t go without, the sort of medicine they could sell to him- but his train of thought is rudely interrupted when he hears a bloodcurdling scream that sends a jolt of surprise up his spine. Sesil snaps his head up, and doesn’t yet move- thoughts racing through his head. Conflict, perhaps- between Serorans and Breimians, the best scenario, but it makes way for far worse.
A part of him wants to go and check it out- the other part of him feels a pang of instinct that perhaps they will be showing their face on the hospital’s doorstep sooner than he could bargain for.
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 27, 2017 16:39:20 GMT -6
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WINRY | BREIM | HEALER
I seek the stars above the world to be the guides,
but they all pale against the light in your eyes.
Had they no guards here? No semblance of order? Heavily regretting the choices that led him here, Winry watched helplessly while Yoru turned and ran like a starling startled from the undergrowth as the bloodied stranger entered the encampment with a strangled cry. Foolish boy. He wheeled upon his hind legs, preparing to shepherd the young pegasus back to them before he ran blindly into what they already knew to be an unforgiving land… But he was too slow. Sinarin passed him with ease, snaring the boy with a lofty swing of his dagger. Thoroughly put out and pulling up sharply, Winry snapped, his composure breaking. “So I take it you’re the dog.” He frowned at the blade against Yoru’s neck, visibly sickened at the sight. Hostage negotiation was not something he had expected to be privy to today, let alone had any experience in. Mulling over the thief’s request, Winry’s mind flicked over the items he carried in his satchel, nothing but numerous vials and a pittance of shards. Hardly a king’s ransom, but it was a start.
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Post by tarriedsea on Jan 1, 2018 14:14:13 GMT -6
Augustine Serora | Outsider
"Gimme your shards and valuables, if you don't want this boy harmed!"
August's eyes snapped open.
The voice's owner was hidden from every angle August could see, but the sound was clear enough to be close.
Uncomfortably close.
Coincidence that a thief was among them while some travelers sought healing for a dog bite. Or was it something else? He had been drifting in and out of sleep for the past few minutes, and wasn't sure what was real anymore. Had someone screamed?
Quietly he rose, cracking a few joints along the way, and donned his hood with the inner holster which held his dagger. He had yet to spill blood on it- slicing away someone's life source was no small consideration- but as far as he knew, the thief didn't know he existed, and that could be an advantage to driving them out.
He stepped one foot out onto the soft, cold grass. It was getting dark quickly. He folded his wings close to his body and padded to the next available tent- the saviors' makeshift hospital.
An old man ambushing an unknown enemy was a poor situation, and August needed the aid of someone else. Someone younger, faster, quicker.
He peered through a small sliver in the tent walls, and could see the body of a large mule looking away, stone-still, one ear cocked to the outside.
This was one of the Serorans. August couldn't remember his name. A Savior maybe?He had been quiet the whole way. Then again, the old man wasn't in a position to judge based on conversational abilities.
He tried to hiss, but his voice was dry and cracked from sleep. He coughed, rasping at the mule.
"You! Come with me."
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