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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2017 0:53:30 GMT -6
Trouble Comes in Two
Ceto & Bellatrix
Time of Day: Morning
Weather: Summer, warm
Location: Valore docks
Timeline: Eight years ago
The Huntress pulls into Aodh docks, bringing some supplies for trade. As she waits for authorities, she runs into someone a little too enthusiastic about her way of life. |
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Dec 13, 2017 2:00:09 GMT -6
[ Bellatrix ]
There was no more peace on the streets that morning, the sounds of yelling filling the air and turning eyes towards the comotion. Any silence had died away the moment the young hippocampus filly was caught red handed (hoofed?), her nose where it didn’t belong and the greedy faint glow of her telekinesis snatching up a merchant’s bag nearby one of the stands. With Chevalier’s on watch and patrol, it wasn’t exactly the smartest to make such a move, but perhaps it was the thrill that beckoned and encouraged her to pull such an act.
Her legs took her away from the marketplace with the Chevalier’s in pursuit of the youngster, calling to her to bring back what wasn’t her and to come quietly. The most that would happen was that she’d be sent home with a warning and then have her parents’ on her hide, but there wasn’t a day she wasn’t constantly nagged at so she went with her choice: continue playing chase with the soldiers until she happened to lose them.
Obstacles in her way were either avoided by skirting around them or hopping them over, her tiny hooves kicking up dust with every contact they made with the stone. It was just like the races her and Rayne had, the two enjoying the havoc they could create even if her best friend was more hesitant than she was. When her father was a Chevalier, she understood the feeling but that never stopped her from doing as she pleased.
Bellatrix darted in between buildings and alleyways, avoiding everyone and even scurrying through smaller spaces in the desperation of having them lose her trail. The strap of the bag found its way neatly clamped between her teeth as she made it towards the beach with one leap into the sand that had her stumble over her legs and roll a bit before coming to a halt. Dark strands of hair fell from the braided mane that was put into a messy bun near the base of her neck, yet she took no time to fix it up when she wasn’t trying to look pretty for anyone, and once again she was back on her hooves.
She set across the sand in a full on gallop, knowing she was safe for the time being when the yelling of soldiers had fallen behind in her haste and there was some time for her to actually relax when there was no more worries of getting caught. There were merchants and rogues that eyed her or snapped at her when she came too close to hitting them, but her eyes were ahead until the ships were what caught her attention. They were always beautiful to see, to watch them come and go over the water that shined under the sun. She and her friend always watched them together, or she would sit on the beach for hours upon hours to admire what she couldn’t have.
The next thing she knew when she finally turned her attention ahead was that there was another equine in her path and there was no time to stop. Bells ran right into them and fell back onto her ass with an ‘oomf’, her head shaking and her teeth releasing the bag to fall in between her front legs. Damn it…
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