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Post by MusicalMagpie on Jan 6, 2018 17:31:06 GMT -6
Albella | Artisan
Thank the gods. The shattering of the glass was a welcome breaker, however uncalled for. "Duller than my fowl." Albella muttered under her breath, casting a low glance at Sakhmet. She listened to the tattooed unicorn speak. It was like having Alois in the room. A very mild Alois and it brought comfort. The Artisan let herself be distracted from the job at hand. How was Alois doing out there? She couldn't help but worry for her winter love. If there happened to be any trouble, Alois would likely be the cause for it, and given the growing sensitivity of the discussion, it wasn't something they could easily brush aside. The Chevalier's stomp brought her attention back.
"Kuma, heel." Albella did her best to move away from the bulk of horses, her sabertooth now moving in sync and acting as a barrier between horses. As much as her lack of bridle or jewelry set her apart from most nobility, she didn't want to be rubbing shoulders any longer. The words being spilled were crossing lines. What was he doing? As if some weren't suspicious enough already, what did he think this would do? Suggesting a Noble clean up their own mess? Granted, much of what was said she found agreeable, but this place hardly seemed safe to share such opinions in. She breathed a heavy sigh and looked across at the door. She just wanted to be home with her family.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 19:48:43 GMT -6
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Ragnarok ignored the threats and obviously irritated looks shot in his direction, flicking them from his mind like a bug on his pelt. He had never been good at being told what to do. However, he found himself shooting a glare in Sahkmet's direction as his glass slipped from his grasp and found its way on the floor, shattered to pieces at the Chevalier's hooves. While he hadnt caught who did it, he knew she would be only one who would considering she had done it to him many times before. He usually was more guarded about his drinks around her, but she hadnt expected her to do it in such a.. professional atmosphere.
“I would like to see you come down here, get on your knees and clean up the glass,”
His attention shifted as the Chevalier spoke up again, his voice demanding and tone proving he had had enough of their shit. A small smirk found its way onto the stallion's lips as his brow quirked, listening to the small rant that left the other's lips. Brow raised, Ragnarok took a glance down the row of nobles and wondered how many of these equine at his side actually had to work for anything. They sat and spoke nice and pretty, but who's work was it? Ragnarok, for one, had to work for every inch he had, and even as a new Noble, his work didnt stop.
For a moment, his interest was stolen as Constantine spoke of.. other methods to pry information out of the Chevalier, and Ragnarok found his mind spinning of all he could do to the poor sap in front of him.
But no. He doubted any of the others would turn to extremes. With that thought, his interest wavered. He did like this one, however. It was refreshing to hear some snark.
Pushing himself from his place, Fajra falling in place beside him, he tipped his head in Sahkmet's direction. "Perhaps we should take this party elsewhere," He spoke softly, but not particularly in a quiet manner. He didnt care if he was interrupting. "before you break any more glass."
He gave the mare a wink before leading her toward the door, his steps on large hooves heavy. He dipped his head in sort of an over exaggerated bow before shoving the door open for both him and his friend, letting it slam behind them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 0:18:27 GMT -6
dorjan THIS IS A GAME, NO WRONGS, NO RIGHT
ONLY A WINNER AND A LOSER
He was taken off guard by the chevalier’s defiance. Dorjan’s bridle clinked against his cheek and he resisted the urge to scoff at the soldier. Was he actually serious?As the insubordination continued, Dorjan’s anger at his fellow “nobility” immediately transferred to the chevalier, whose name he found he was extremely interested in knowing all of sudden. It was a blatant display of disrespect towards Aodh and his country, and he found his patience waning as the seconds ticked by and the chevalier didn’t shut his mouth. The adviser had no time to respond to Constantine’s suggestion (or rather, threat), before being interrupted once more by Ragnarok’s jarring voice. Disgust boiled in the pit of his gut, and he inhaled deeply to keep his composure. Isador’s reign had already brought about mistakes, and Dorjan took it as a grave insult to bring such disgrace and insolence to court. The slamming of the door made the advisor’s ear twitch, yet another subtle gesture of his brewing anger. Though Constantine’s proposal lingered in his mind, the adviser would not dignify the chevalier by allowing him to spend another second in their presence - not if he was going to insult Aodh and practically swear his allegiance to the terrorists right before their very eyes. “We are done here.” The acidity in Dorjan’s voice was lethal as he spoke, glare unrelenting as he met the chevalier’s gaze. “Get out.”_________________
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 9, 2018 17:29:58 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei had not expected this.
The Chevalier spoke up now, defiant, denying them answers. The words they did speak were only a few strands short of treason – accusatory they certainly were, trying to belittle the nobility, as if this Chevalier had any right at all to do so.
For a moment, a fleeting single moment, his mind recalled Alduin in one of his more passionate moods. Not all the words were entirely alien to him.
But Alduin was different, noble, good, kind. Alduin would have worn a crown and brought them all to glory.
The man before him knew nothing of glory.
Ragnarok leaving and the Artisan singling themselves out from the rest were of no interest to him. Constantine brought forward the idea of torture, and for a moment or two, Aleksei was… Tempted, to agree. After all, what this Chevalier was saying was bold, and not in a good way in the slightest. It sounded like they agreed with Vindicators of all things, those blasted terrorists.
Perhaps their head had gone soft, or perhaps Axenus had never been much of a Chevalier.
His face twisted with disgust as he looked down at the despicable equine. They were hardly worth the outrage, or worth a thought.
Dorjan’s words seemed to decide the matter. Aleksei looked at him again, and felt relieved. Yes, they should send the Chevalier away. They were not worth the time of nobility.
Yet…
Aleksei leaned closer to Dorjan, and asked quietly, only loud enough for Dorjan and the other Eminents immediately next to them to hear: “Should we detain him? Shadow him?”
His blue eyes were earnest, wanting Dorjan’s guidance. If the Chevalier was in some sort of misguided alliance with terrorists, who knew what they would do when released from this room.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 11, 2018 21:39:37 GMT -6
⭒☽ Eminent Shiya of House Gealach ☾⭒
Ever a silent shadow, though gawked at for her attire, she was more often than not overlooked and forgotten amongst the Nobles. As the infamously recluse Eminent of Gealach, this was the normality of her existence. Precisely how Tethys had designed it to be. But then why force her to attend this interrogation? It was a question that had begun to pound through her head as she watched with apathy as the other House representatives squabbled amongst themselves within the courtroom, noting the lone Artisan and Emin Scarlet remain silent with her. So then….what game was that Sea Hag playing at? Instinct had Shiya cast her shadowed dull gaze to the only one of ‘true’ power in this room; Advisor Azazel. While Dorjan was also an Advisor and the half brother to the late King Solaris, he did not have the new ‘King’s’ ear like Azazel did. Power, the one thing she knew her grandmother desired most. Then why wasn’t she here? Before she could ponder over whatever the Sea Hag was brewing any further, the Chevalier drew her out of her detached frame of mind. Well someone has plucked up their courage, though recklessly so. Watching as many of the Nobles were ruffled by Axenus’s little outburst of a speech, Shiya found not even a slither of glee or simple mocking enjoyment at their disgruntlement. Nothing at all...again. A growing concern echoing in the back of her mind, she knew she should be worried by her non-existent or lack of emotions lately. But even with that in mind, she discovered she wasn’t. With the two new ‘Nobles’ taking their leave and the main figures of power clustering together in their whispers, Shiya decided to put herself to the test. Subtly tilting her head as she eyed off between the Noble cluster and the Chevalier, she searched for the right angle to see the colours that would radiate from them. Their auras. There! Though much to her surprise, the colours were faint, no dull would be a better word. Something must be wrong... Though one thing she did know... This court was finally disbanding soon. Though she must remind herself to get in contact with her Uncle Sirius, another Chevalier, as she eyed off the a particular dark colour in Ax’s aura. He was most definitely not saying something. Maybe later in private she could find out what that something was. Word Count: 403 |
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Jan 11, 2018 23:49:06 GMT -6
[ Axenus ]
However much truth his words held, the anger he felt was like a little flame that died out quickly in his chest, his eyes dropping with a look of almost shame. It wasn’t often he let his emotions get the best of him in front of those that didn’t matter, but they did matter. Aodh, his herd mattered, it was only their ways he did not agree with one-hundred percent. If he couldn’t hold back on those feelings, he knew he was going to get into trouble he could not get out of and that meant he couldn’t uphold his promise.
But his grave was probably already dug with the words he let slip free.
Constantine spoke, and he dreaded every moment of it, only thinking of the worst. I would have thought you were in fact a Vindicator after that interesting speech, Soldier. “Does one necessarily need to be a Vindicator to disagree with certain things, as I do with the idea of slavery?” Axenus asked slowly, carefully, and he finally rested his his eyes on Constantine. As much as I hate to explain myself to them… “I didn’t need any ‘convincing. I’m sure anyone with a brain can see how much bullshit it all is.” Anyone could have seen how much the slaves meant to him all those months and years back before he got captured by the Vindicators, and that he didn’t agree with the way their lives had been made for them. Was it that much of a surprise, or did they really find the need to accuse him just because he disagreed?
He swished the wine in his glass around, having forgotten about it after flipping a lid on the equines before him. Temptation nagged at him, begging him to drop the wine and glass as Sahkmet had done not too long ago, but how disrespectful did he want to be in one meeting? He let out a breath, his teeth grinding together. “Like I said before, I have not spoken a work with the Vindicators. Maybe you and I don’t have the same feelings or train of thought, but I am no traitor. I care for my herd just as much as the rest of you, but I also believe I have a right to see things as I choose.”
Axenus hardly glanced over to Ragnarok as the Noble left the room, his gaze finding Dorjan’s own as he demanded the Chevalier leave their presence. There was a brief smirk that tipped up one corner of his mouth, one that disappeared as his face was left expressionless in its wake. I bet this was such a waste of your time. I hope that teaches you to call on me the next time you need ‘answers’.
His head shook and he took a step back, debating on tossing them a few rude words before departing, but he still dipped his head as he normally would before turning himself away from the watching equines and stepping away. The glass he carried was set aside before he left, while his mind turned over the possible ways they could extract the information from him. Keeping him a prisoner in his own herd? Torture? He didn’t know exactly what they had planned, but he hoped they wouldn’t be able to do any of it.
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Post by posy-punch on Jan 17, 2018 0:14:13 GMT -6
SCARLET ARDOR
EMINENT
The Peers Court appeared to have forgone even appearances; even she could visibly see the childish taint some of the members threw upon the rest of them. The Chevalier's circumvented certain questions, but he did so artfully, and while some of the nobles expressed their concern, namely Constantine, any mild avoidance performed on Axenus's part was wholly missed by the dull eminent. In the very next moment the glass offered the stallion was shattered and a number of the nobles instantly spoke up to put a stop to the antics of the Court.
Scarlet wholly ignored it all, choosing instead to sip from her glass again, looking down at where her puma, Adelina, relaxed (as disregarding of the situation as her master). "What children they act like," she mumbled quietly, but a whisper under her breath.
Her attention was only garnered by the inflammatory remarks; familiar and disagreeable at best. She snapped her gaze up and watched as he vented his frustration, his mocking tone noticed but not of importance to the eminent. She was used to the occasional venting of her pit fighters, even more so to the goading that occurred at the Crucible. Mockery meant nothing to her personally.
Even so, it was interesting. It had caught her attention. "It is not often the protective body of the herd states something so," she paused and cocked her head, "provocative." Even so, the threats of the Court took her off guard. She believed in corrective punishment against the criminals, but regardless of the remarks of the Chevalier and his actions, she was hardly surprised.
"If we torture those who become frustrated at the constant badgering and childish antics played against them, who are we?" She said sharply, though having caught Dorjan's words just before speaking. She continued, "Had I had wine spilled at my feet and belittled for losing track of questions asked and answers I should have given, then I too would be frustrated." She looked to Axenus as he spoke again and quickly followed him.
"Disagreement is not always treason, but it plants one under suspicion. You should choose your words more carefully. What could be lamented in a bar is not what could be spat at a Court."
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Post by Huniidu on Jan 17, 2018 23:35:28 GMT -6
ALEX
Alex held back a sigh as the Chevalier finished, so stubborn on both sides, If her eyes could roll to the back of her skull they would. This a simple gathering to get information on the freedom’s flight was ending with annoyance on both ends. She questioned how experienced Constantine was, especially since he was one of the oldest among the group. He clearly lacked efficient diplomacy skills and his zone wasn't particularly subtle either. He wasn't making it any better either the repetition of his question only appeared to annoy the soldier and the ensuing remarks were clearly some sad attempt to scare the Chevalier into “talking”. A pointless Tackett to use, a soldier who has already been taken away against his will put into a prison as a captive subjected to possible torture wasn't about to be coerced by words. What a brilliant idea threatening to pry information out against his will that's really going to seal the deal. She doubted any methods would work on his torture (mental or physical), drugs, money etc. What stood before them, while lower in status, was a pillar of steel disguised within a stallion.He wasn't going to simply tell them anything directly that was made clear long ago. It wasn't as if the soldier hadn't given them information. Though the information given was still relatively vague it was something that alone was better than nothing. The entire affair was almost a waste of time, the childish behavior, outburst and lack of elegance were irritating. How sad to see respected nobility act like run-of-the-mill commoners. She uncrossed her hooves a relaxed her stance looking down towards the Chevalier she smiled lightly in a soft and warm manner. “Well, if this is how you feel I suppose there's no point pursuing any more information.” As the door slammed behind her she kept her gaze fixated on the Chevalier, the two nobles who clearly hadn't always been were gone in a manner befitting their petty behavior. Everything seemed to be getting out of hand, Dorjan was the equivalent of a hornet it was almost funny to see him get so upset, she expected cooperation just like everyone else but didn't completely put it past him to become defiant especially after this 1st response.
It was, however, the comment about slaves that left her a bit off, She after-all was the one who offered to clean the glass with her own. His view on slaves was too broad to even apply to every single slave. She managed her slaves just fine, no different than one would treat a fine tool, taken care of and overseen so that they work to the best of their abilities. Her smile softened to keep herself from laughing in her angelic state, “dirty work?” it was cleaning glass not burying a dead body was he so against slaves he never think that some may not be used so disposable. What a waste of money. Still despite his words not being relevant information at this point, she took note of his reaction. A noble wasn't going appeal to him in any sense and as such she dipped her head towards him lifting it back up with the same soft expression. “House Nagendra acknowledges your efforts and appreciates what you have told.” If she wanted to learn more she would have to go out of her way to speak to him outside of this pretentious room. Stepping one hoof behind the other Alex stood back from the banister, that casted-over the soldier, she was done with this meeting and dipped her head respectfully towards the advisors. She waited reverently but was no longer going add her input on the matter.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 18, 2018 13:19:29 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
The Chevalier was backtracking now, going back on their harshest tones. Aleksei almost felt sorry for them in that moment.
He knew what it felt like to have the carpet and the whole damn floor swiped out from underneath you. Oh did he know. It left you reeling, hurting, confused, angry. But still, there were things one did not simply speak in front of a court, where jests could be deadly.
Stupid boy, he thought, even thou the Chevalier was probably older than him.
The Eminents themselves seemed less than impressed with one another in general. Typical, he supposed.
Aleksei wished it was Solaris standing up there with Dorjan and Azazel, and that it was Alduin and Marcellus here with him. Marcellus on the right, Aleksei on the left, flanking the future King. He could see it so vividly in his mind that he almost forgot about the Chevalier and the final remarks of the other nobles.
Like twins, some had called him and Alduin.
His eyes shifted to the hooded Eminent. Now that the situation was over, he seemed to recall seeing that hood before. For some reason it reminded him of Alduin, but he could not place the feeling to more than he could place the hood.
Aleksei snapped himself back to reality. The court would be disbanding soon, and he needed to be present mentally for that. It had not been a particularly successful audience, very little had been learned, but at least some words had been spoken. He watched the Chevalier, and then again the other Eminents. He wondered if some of them were planning on private questioning sessions – the soldier couldn’t really say no, could he now? He could do this same avoidance, but not deny the request of an Eminent.
God how he missed Faiza right now. At least it would all be over soon, and he could lament the meeting to her over a nice glass of wine.
Maybe Faiza would know more about Axenus as well – or could find out more if nothing else.
His sour mood was fading already. It would all sort itself out – despite their disagreements, many Emins were quite capable people, and he had every reason to believe that one way or another, they would discover the truth of the matter.
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Post by Maelorom on Jan 20, 2018 6:05:02 GMT -6
Constantine//:
A soft and pitiful smile momentarily crossed the Eminent’s face, he had chosen not to speak first this time, instead allowing the room to listen and make their own judgement without his input. It was not that he had lost this battle or given up, but merely that he no longer cared to fight it. He let it flow on without him for a while instead.
He was surrounded by such petty ignorance that it was hardly worth it anyway. He had no place trying to enlighten those who chose to interpret his words so plainly, chose to think with such simple-mindedness, had he really even mentioned the word torture? In truth his mind had been drifting more to potions, memory manipulation, mind reading, dream walking etc. Methods that could not so easily be resisted by the interrogated but would also leave them completely unharmed. His intonation of the words had been for the chevalier’s simple mind, soldiers were rarely chosen for their intelligence.
He showed no sign of any anger or disappointment this time, let them make their own guesses to his reaction. But this was the issue with his poor dying Aodh, there was such a painful lack of wisdom, intelligence and ingenuity. And a terrible plague of ignorance and pointless revelry swallowed the land.
The soft smile returned for a moment as Constantine nodded politely in farewell to the soldier “Then I bid you farewell soldier, Ignacio bless your faith”. Not the words that one would expect him to utter, but nonetheless the ones he spoke with gentle clarity to the leaving soldier. “Adviser,” He turned to Dorjan once more “This session is ended then?”. He highly suspected that the chevalier would not be around for much longer, but that was not something he could necessarily help, and he had someone he needed to speak to.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 20:36:42 GMT -6
dorjan THIS IS A GAME, NO WRONGS, NO RIGHT
ONLY A WINNER AND A LOSER
Once more the Adviser’s attention diverted to the young noble at his side, but thankfully Aleksei provided a relief from the infuriation that bubbled within Dorjan. He cared deeply for the young Emin, and gave pause to mull over his inquiry. “He will be watched.”The Adviser’s response was perhaps more of what he himself willed, but ultimately he knew the final decision would be Isador’s. He inhaled, knowing his answer was hardly sufficient enough to appease his nephew, but it was all he could offer. The chevalier had begun to leave, and Dorjan spoke no words of farewell, though his gaze did flicker to Constantine momentarily as the latter offered a polite dismissal. Though Dorjan wished for nothing more than to be home with Lethe, he knew that his work was not done. Perhaps their meeting here had ended, but his personal endeavors were far from being fulfilled. He nodded once, casting one final glance across those assembled before speaking. “This meeting is dismissed. May Ignacio guide all of you gathered here today.”His words were naturally courteous, but he knew he truly only meant them for a select few - and that did not include the commoners playing dress up. Dorjan looked to Aleksei one final time before giving him a brief, comforting smile, then departed the room. _________________
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 22, 2018 20:47:10 GMT -6
R O M E O
Aodh Noble Lord
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Romeo had been lingering amongst the group as they continued to poke and prod until at last the Chevalier snapped. His eyebrows raised as Axenus let loose quite the tirade of words and he couldn’t help the look of amusement as it crept across his features. How interesting for this figure to make such an outburst, even in the presence of the council of peers. It was… interesting, to say the least. Still, he had long since been over this particular meeting and was relieved when the Chevalier took his leave and Advisor Dorjan offered the dismissal of the meeting. Romeo would of course off the usual courtesies prior to departing, wishing everyone well and Ignacio’s guidance and all that. The right and proper thing to do. Still, as soon as such niceties were out of the way he would depart quickly towards home, downing the wine in his glass before disappearing out the door. He made a mental note to look into Axenus later, something about his outburst had peaked his interest.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 22, 2018 21:08:26 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
He would be watched. That would have to be enough, for now – it wasn’t really, and although Axenus had eaten some of his harsher words, even the thought of a Chevalier turned Vindicator was terrifying. The city had many secrets that a Chevalier could spill, unwittingly or not.
Aleksei trusted Dorjan, however. Although Advisers had no real power, Isador would be wise to listen to their council, and he had no reason to think that Isador would not be wise.
Well, he thought, looking back in the direction to where Ragnarok had headed to depart the session; he did perhaps have one reason to doubt that Isador was not wise. But that was a minor folly, easily fixed when it became obvious what kind of a man this new Eminent was.
He nodded deep at the dismissal, offering the formal parting words: “May the Sun shine upon you.”
Quietly, he offered Dorjan a smile that was more warm and polite, appreciating his uncle’s small smile, taking it for what it was – comfort. He did feel more at ease now.
Besides, he had survived this Court meeting, so he would survive another, and then another, until finally he would be what he should be again, a respectable head of House Aelius.
And not just the rich head of House Aelius.
In these thoughts, he too left the room, nodding Faiza to join him as he passed by those in the waiting room.
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Aleksei is out~
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 22, 2018 23:21:05 GMT -6
 Tiffanyi;Aodh | Eminent
I’ve got a thing for genuine peopleShe almost felt a pang of sorrow for the chevalier, as he was continuously bombarded and just as fast he spat answers, but she gave him a gentle nod as he acknowledged her question.
As he finished speaking, Tiffany could almost feel the Chevalier’s itching irritation. She most certainly saw the beginning shifts in his mask. For the moment, Tiffany was content to hear the other’s questions. She sat back and let the words of Court ponder her conscience as they touched her ear fluff. Content she was, until Court took an unexpected turn. A range of emotions befell the establishment and Tiffany found herself intrigued as normally Court was an eerie pond of stagnant emotions.
Advisers and false Nobles alike showed their disdain, masks all around beginning to crack. She scoffed quietly to herself as the regal, Leila had to step in to stop the childish behaviour that was brewing in such a place of professionalism. Tiffany had to admit, she hadn’t experienced such a genuinely amusing day amongst Nobles in quite some time.
Then it happened, after the Adviser’s truthful words were lashed out, the Chevalier let his mask shatter. Emotions were flying and Tiffany felt a rush as she observed the flash of reactions around her. The most prominent was an instant distrust, not that one normally trusted one they often brush past, there was just a level of trust one believes in when apart of a herd.
As more words were thrown accusingly about, Tiffany relished as the lower nobles left, they had yet to learn to hide their emotions to gain the respect of others. By leaving, they had lost the game.
With that the Court naturally wound down. As they were dismissed, Tiffany waited a few beats, testing the energy of the air before leaving herself. She bowed her head to the Advisers before passing through the doorway, but as she did, she let amusement cross her face. Had they really learnt anymore than when first entering? Hardly, Tiffany sensed the Chevalier was not going to be alone for quite some time, even when he suspected he was.
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Post by Shifter-Princess on Jan 31, 2018 9:40:33 GMT -6
⭒☽ Eminent Shiya of House Gealach ☾⭒
So, the chevalier was against slavery…how interesting. As the dull auras vanished the moment she relinquished her concentration, the young Emin focused her attention solely on the outspoken stallion. It was a rare thing for any equine to openly speak out against the ancient practice; more often than not it fell on deaf ears, or far worse. And within this room full of the higher class equine, it was a potentially potent mix of both as far as she can tell. After all, everyone here, herself included, owned at least a slave and though she was friend and ally to her own, bringing an end to slavery however felt like an impossible dream to achieve. So how do you hope to change that Axenus, was the thought that sounded within her mind. The voices of the Court became nothing but background noise as she stared the stallion down relentlessly. She even for the briefest moment she saw the smirk that played upon his lips before it was gone as quickly as it came. Does he believe he will get away from them simply because he gave a little speech? He would be a fool if he did, since she did not doubt she was the only one to think of speaking with him privately. Then what came as a surprise, her skin beneath her cloak began to prickle…..someone was watching her. Leisurely turning her masked head, her shadow-cast eyes meet with the one equine she would have wanted to avoid all interactions with; Eminent Aleksei. HIS half brother. Memories of a face so similar appeared within her mind’s eye; this one of a pegasus, maneless, eyes as blue and limitless as the sky and as dashing as he was kind. So much so it always hurt. Bracing for that very pain at the mere thought of Alduin, she found there to be none. Still her heart remained empty of the pain that had plagued her for so long. Had the Gods shown her mercy? Did they take all her pain? ….No….she highly doubted the Gods would do her such a kindness. Still puzzled by this change, she cast her gaze away from the Eminent, only to barely see the Chevalier as he left the chamber. Well this had been both dramatic and dull. With Dorjan’s closing and dismissal, she watched on as some, Aleksei included, were swift to take their leave, eager to be done with it all as she was. She did not pay any of them any more of her attention as she too stepped out of courtroom, barely glancing at Caron before she strode on, knowing full well they would follow after her. There was work to be done and secrets to be uncovered after all. Word Count: 464 |
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Post by Queerly on Jan 31, 2018 18:38:17 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: ALL OF Y'ALL LOOK AT YOU Y'ALL DID SO DAMN GOOD HELL YEA FUCK YEA!!!!
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