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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 13:06:42 GMT -6
FAIZA
Faiza felt relieved when Hawthorne stepped in front of Fumio. She had almost been ready call forth her force fields, but she wasn't really ready to lay down that card yet. Slaves generally had their blessings blocked in public places, and while no one really could tell Eminents what to do with their slaves, she felt like it would have been too telling. She nodded to Hawthorne, placing that face into her memory as well.
She nodded again with Caron's words. At least she could know who had information, it was valuable as well.
"I do trust my master to hear me out", she said, offering a small smile to Galloway. Oh, Aleksei would sure hear her out.
Her expression grew more alert as Illidis spoke again. She flicked her tail at the talk of Vindicators, but decided to hold off her tongue a moment. And then Jenko jumped in, and Faiza couldn't quite hold her peace, but held her voice somewhat hushed:
"You do realize that Vindicators are terrorists, right? They don't care about Aodh. They don't care who leads Aodh. A lot of horses died in the attack to the Crucible, a lot of horses who didn't need to die. How could you trust a group like that? I'm not saying we don't deserve and need help, but you would be handing this information to hands you absolutely cannot control.
Unless, of course, you know more about Vindicators. In that case, I'm willing to listen. To give that a chance. But going blindly into this does mean doom, I'm sure of it."
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Post by astrumnauta on Dec 25, 2017 18:09:18 GMT -6
Hawthorne | Aodh Commoner
Hawthorne just stood back and listened to the rest of them talk
she looked Alaina in the eyes and dipped her head slightly, she
had a feeling in her stomach that maybe Alaina wasn't a slave either.
Hawthorne decided that she would have to suss this fact out later.
She just listened with a sort of horrified silence that these horses were
talking about pairing up with the vindicators. She couldn't believe
they could risk the city to those terrorists just to change the ways things were,
they were desperate for resolve but hell...she wasn't that desperate.
She stepped from behind Fumio and moved her way speak
"I think you're all particularly crazy to even suggest siding with
those terrorists, because let's be frank, that's what they are. And if you
even think our freedom is worth possibly harming our city and the
other herds seeing us as weak as well as siding with terrorists
then i have lost respect for you."
She flared her nostrils and raised her head how could they even begin
to think it was a brilliant idea surely there should be a better and more productive way.
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Post by misttheelf on Dec 25, 2017 19:46:08 GMT -6
Caron hummed as they listened to the others. The black stallion who hadn't said anything was an enigma... And they were very curious about what he thought. But for now, the others were speaking. Galloway's concerns about the other's masters listening to them were right, but, they knew that Shiya would listen to them... And there was no way they were going to leave her out.
And then Illidis spoke again, bringing their attention to Fumio heading to the door. And Hawthorne blocking the old mule's path. He seemed so overwhelmed by the whole ordeal... Caron honestly felt a bit of pity for him.
And then he spoke of the Vindicators.
"Illidis... While I agree that we need outside connections... I also agree that Aodh is my home. I cannot just leave. Alaina and Hawthorne have a point, as well. The Vindicators are terrorists. We need more information." They sighed. More information... That was the bottleneck.
If only they had more connections... More sources. But before they would hunt for any... They had to tell Shiya about this. Perhaps her connections will give more options... Hopefully.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Dec 27, 2017 21:48:24 GMT -6
 BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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Silence. Silence. Part of the stallion itched to speak his mind, remaining silent was beginning to wear on his seemingly endless patience. Very little caused the stallions head to turn, each voice almost blurred together with the next, the acute hearing of the stallion only picked interesting information to hold onto and let the rest rush past him. Having spent his fair share of time catering to the Eminents and upper class Butler was used to filtering out unimportant information and relaying back to Juliet only what she would wish to hear. Everything they were saying just rubbed him the wrong way but it was bearable until-
Vindicators.
Just hearing the word made the stallion bristle as his ears fell back, eyes burrowed into Illidis with a fire comparable to the brand they all had suffered after the crucible attack. Just thinking about the experience caused the nerves in his shoulder to smolder. So many were dead because of those damn Vindicators. Change at the cost of pure chaos was no better than anarchy. Aodh deserved better than that and if some felt change needed to happen then speak. Personally Butler was more than content with his life, he'd grown accustomed to the pressure placed upon his thin shoulders and without that...well Butler wouldn't know what to do with himself, being a slave was all he knew. He would never leave Juliet, not until the fire left his breast. The stallion almost broke his silence, ready to protest against the inclusion of the Vindicators in any sort of plan he may or may not join depending on Juliet's wishes but Alaina and Hawthorne quickly spoke out and allowed Butler to keep his words to himself. When Hawthorne moved from behind Fumio to be better included in the conversation Butler moved with a nearly silent grace, the gentle click of his marble hooves against the floors was the only evidence of his movements, and placed himself in her prior place between the short stallion and the door. Couldn't have Fumio ruining the conversation before it came to a unified conclusion, more secrets might spill out onto the gleaming palace floors and he had to be there, ready to snatch them into his grasp in order to deliver them to his lady. Juliet would be so proud of him, if he made it out of this room alive that is...
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Post by Western-Witch on Dec 28, 2017 13:06:36 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
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Vindicators. The word swelled inside Galloway and he almost jumped in eagerness. But he felt his son against him and knew it was no longer a selfless act to want freedom. His son might want it as well. And if he did not, then Galloway would go no where without him. But he couldn’t stand this any longer. The bridles, the brand the cheering in the crowd when they fought. That day in the Crucible when the Vindicators came was terrifying. And so was the decision.
“I know most of you do not need that freedom that they try and dangle before you.” He took a deep breath, glancing at Umbra. “But I do. Ever since my father was unjustly killed because he was a owned by someone. I was in the Crucible when it fell. And yes, the Vindicators were monsters. But they rocked our views. They made some of us really think about what it is we are. And I’m sorry but Aodh needs a wake up call. Maybe they’ll be the group to deliver it.” He was getting riled up. Passionate over just an idea. No solid plan had happened yet.
“What I’m trying to say is that I would be willing to deliver a message to a Vindicator if someone knew of one. If we could trust no one outside of this group...” Galloway looked at the other equines in the room. He watched as everyone moved around. Keeping the older ass from reaching the door, the silent stallion blocked his path. That one Gallow couldn’t trust. But this small action spoke volumes. He seemed to want to keep this from getting out...at the moment anyways.
“This is big guys. This isn’t something we can just do out of the blue. We need commitment and solid proof or if anything, belief in what we’re standing for. And as long as my son is safe, I’ll do what I can.”
He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know these other equines besides Illidis and Jenko and of course Umbra. But he wanted freedom and he wouldn’t mind watching Aodh burn behind him.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 1, 2018 20:36:45 GMT -6
Jenko's presence and words were helping Illidis more then he wanted to admit. He was needing to stand on the podium here, alone, and he desperately wanted to cling to the slightest bit of support offered. Taking a few deep breaths, he shuddered, willing away the anxiety and adrenaline as best he could. This was like a pit fight with an opponent he couldn't actually see... He looked up at Jenko, giving him a grateful nod. Thank Ignacio... He had at least... Someone. Out of this entire room.
He sucked in a breath as the complaints about his idea began to spring up. "They... They're terrorists, maybe... But during that attack, all they wanted to do was free the slaves. They... They have the right idea, just... Maybe not the right way to do it." He chewed his lip, "I admit, I know very little.... About the vindicators. I know just... Just what I saw during the Crucible attack, and what rumors pass about through V-Valore. But I swear, they only wanted to get slaves out. They-They might want to help us if they think they can help free the slaves through this?" He flinched at another voice joining the other. He was trying, he was trying so hard to figure things out, this was not his forte, but he did not want it all to just fail despite his growing want to just apologize and back off.
"T-Then lose respect for me! T-This isn't the first time, or the last, that I-I'll have no respect! T-This already is a normal thing for me, just because of my birth! Aodh is already w-weak! Because n-no one will dare try to bring things like this up! I-If we don't speak up, or try to do something, who will!? I-I hate saying this, I hate trying to talk like this, I've never done it before, but I cannot simply do nothing and watch my home, a-as... Bloody and built on the bones of slaves as it is, just-just fall into the hands of someone who I think murdered a child!" He tried to keep his voice down as best he could, despite the flood of anxiety and emotion rushing through him.
Forcing himself to take a few deep breaths, he listened to Galloway speak, gratefulness weighing heavy on his heart from just the small amount of support offered to him by these select few. "If you... You want freedom, or not... It's not my place to judge. I cannot let Aodh be consumed by its own stoked, corrupted fires." He looked over at Galloway, and then to Jenko, before glancing over the others. "We won't jump into anything. There's time. W-We don't need to rush. B-But... Please, think about this... I-Isador... Something isn't right in Aodh." He made a final plea. What else was he to say to convince them? How was he supposed to make them understand? ...Perhaps he couldn't. He'd tried, he'd gained a few, b-but... He couldn't gain everyone... He just... If they didn't agree... He prayed to Ignacio that they'd keep their mouths shut, at the very least...
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 2, 2018 16:22:02 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER “I stand with Illidis.” He said whilst smiling at his fellow pit fighter. “What else are we supposed to do? I’m not fond of the Vindicators either and yes, many innocent lives were lost during the attack… But Illidis is right. I was there and that buckskin kept talking about setting us free. We don’t know that much about them or their motives and I understand your suspicions but what if freedom is their only goal after all? The Chevaliers had one responsibility back then: ensuring Aodhians’ safety… which they failed to do. So, who’s really to blame here?” he started off, a flame growing inside him “Gallow and Alois, you were in Breim as well. You heard the explosion but were the Vindicators truly behind it? Was it ever proven?” he asked.
“Let’s talk about our beloved Chevaliers while we’re at it, shall we? The Vindicators sure as Hell weren’t responsible for the branding. A truly horrifying and downright humiliating experience for all of us. They were even going to brand children. Children.” He said, a veil of hatred lacing the words he spoke. He hadn’t forgotten that night. He hadn’t forgotten how the Chevaliers had pinned him down mercilessly for all slaves to see. It had changed him… for the worse. “They had no regard for our feelings nor well-being. They simply snatched us off the streets, tied us up, kicked us until we started bleed-" He sighed, averting his gaze from the group. He swallowed hard.
“Those that were meant to protect us hurt us and traumatized us instead. Am I supposed to respect them still? Are we supposed to ignore the branding and carry on? Chevaliers aren’t innocent either. So, no, Alaina. Aodhians don’t care about Aodh either. It’s not just the Vindicators. They are not responsible for the King’s suspicious new pet either. Nor for turning the once so beautiful Aodh in a corrupted Hellhole. They may have played their part but ultimately, Aodh did this to itself. So, who are we supposed to turn to? The ones that crap gold, the terrorists or our beloved tattoo artists?” he spat.
He scoffed at Hawthorne’s remark and couldn’t help but to reply “How is a slave’s desire going to harm the city in any way, may I ask?” he looked at her expectantly “They’ll just pluck some poor sod off the streets and replace them if need be. Who knows… it could be you.” he said, blue eyes piercing through hers. “We are the majority of Aodh. I’m convinced we can be heard somehow.” Some dragon rider claiming the Throne is concerning, don’t you agree? “Now is our time to rise like the Phoenix. Worst case scenario, we can blame the Vindicators.”
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Post by astrumnauta on Jan 3, 2018 8:55:22 GMT -6
Hawthorne | Aodh Commoner
Hawthorne just looked around, did these equines have not an ounce
of sense in them. Yes it would be nice for the slaves to be free
but is freedom worth giving your home over to the vindicators
yes you'd be free until they decided they no longer wanted to play
ball and decided on a new enemy to terrorise. Aodh isn't perfect
but it was still her home.
"I know it angers you, and we all believe we aren't being listened to
but what you are talking about is treason and if anybody within this room breathes a word to the wrong person then I have no doubt
we will all die. Isador is not noble and gentle, he will murder again."
Hawthorne briefly shut her eyes and took a breath,
she was losing her cool she needed to get her head back so
she bit her lip and flicked her eyes back open.
"The chevaliers were taking orders, I can't imagine any
of the good ones took pleasure in giving brands. You get bad
horses, bad horses that do despicable things."
Her eyes turned towards Jenko as he scoffed at her and her ears laid flat,
she took a step towards him, flaring her nostrils.
"All it takes is a spark, and fire kills"
She drew herself back and glared at him, she would remember the name.
If they did insist on talking to the vindicators she would leave, she would
talk to Rags and leave, she'd find another place to be. She steeled herself
allowed her face to fall into its neutral facade and simply watched everybody
else.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 13:24:21 GMT -6
FAIZA (Alaina)
Faiza nodded at Hawthorne, and then at Caron. She eyed the quiet slave suspiciously, but at least he seemed to be interested enough to keep Fumio in the room. The silence didn’t matter all that much to Faiza, and soon her attention was grasped by Galloway. She had to concentrate not to scoff. A wake-up call. From slaves. It took some more effort as Illidis spoke again - there was no concrete info. No solid facts. Just this crazy rambling. She suppressed a sigh. She needed facts. She managed to keep her face straight, and look like she actually listened.
But what really stirred her was when Jenko spoke again. How dare he compare Chevaliers to Vindicators. Faiza was about ready to stab him in the throat for the insult, but from the outside the only reaction was a swish of her tail and pinned ears as she relied on her Improvisation skill to stay cool. Inside, her blood was boiling. She deserved a glass of Aleksei’s best wine after this. Or six.
She waited for Hawthorne to answer to let her anger simmer down slightly. She needed to keep her head cool.
“Hawthorne is right. You are talking treason, and rather boldly might I add.
The order to brand didn’t come from the Chevaliers, but the idea to use drastic enough measures to kill innocent sure did come from the Vindicators. If you see no difference, then I worry you have hit your head one too many times in the pit.”
She gave Jenko a sharp glance, before she continued: “We, the slaves, sadly don’t have the privilege to consider the matters of hurt feelings or respect in matters like this. So yes, we are supposed to carry on. The whole point is to be invisible enough for no one to care. Since you", she pointed at Illidis, "don’t have solid information on the Vindicators, I would start there. Quietly.”
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Post by Superior-Caesar on Jan 4, 2018 0:54:08 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra had been quietly taking in everyone's words. He'd still been to shy to say anything more. Then the subject of vindicators came up. The subject of freedom. Umbra had only thought of such things in his wildest dreams. Certainly horses like them stood no chance against those holding them back from the bigger world. He'd only heard these dreams spoken aloud once before, by his dad. Even then they'd been confusing to consider. Now those ideas only seemed crazier. It seemed like half the adults thought getting help was insane. But, it also seemed like the ones against it weren't pit fighters. They didn't know just how awful it was to be beaten up constantly for nothing but the enjoyment of a crowd. Maybe some of them knew that, but it didn't seem likely to the colt.
Umbra smiled as Galloway continued to defend Illidis's idea. Maybe not whole-heartedly, but he still seemed to care. Then Jenko spoke up. He was so cool and brave. Umbra looked at the other two horses who were adamant that the idea of bringing vindicators into the mess would turn everything to chaos. Then they began to defend the actions that had led to the branding of every one of them. "Why is killing someone innocent any worse than ruining the life of another innocent forever? I can't ever be free someday without someone trying to catch me or look at me funny for this stupid brand. I'm only seven and they scarred me for the rest of my life. I haven't even gotten to live!" Umbra's words came out as childish as they should have. After all, he wasn't entirely sure what that would mean for him, but it didn't seem like anything good. "And those chevaliers didn't care what they were doing. They just held me down, really tightly so it hurt, and poked me with a burning iron! If the vindicators can stop anyone else from having that happen, I think they should. Because it hurt really, really, really bad. Plus they'd be stopping another killer. And that's good right?" The colt quieted down to wait for any reactions. He settled back into his dad, tucked away against the large stallion's shoulder.
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Post by sansatine on Jan 5, 2018 0:26:04 GMT -6
Alois. Annoyed.
Her word earned her scoldings, as if she were a child. She didn't warrant them with a response, instead she returned to her place by the window, close enough to still be a part of the conversions , but not to seem inviting. In reality, she heard Albella in her head, like always, telling her that she needed to control her temper. The backlash from her rather rash comment had made her feel like a child- which she was not- and that made her angry... like a child. So, instead of having a tantrum, she looked out the window, rather broodingly. Though, she did see Fumio's attempt at escape. That made her most mad. Damn coward. Maybe she'd use this blessing from the damned candle god to make him fear for his life. How she hated this blessing they called "Illusionist". Scared the daylights out of her family before she had this collar to suppress it. Spiders would appear, things would seem on fire, just the worst things that weren't really there. Enough to make you feel crazy. It did have its uses, though. When she told Jupiter stories, she could make the visuals for them, or when she wanted to tell Albella something, she could materialize it rather than explain it poorly. But there was also what she used it for most, hiding her scar. They were talking about the branding now, previously about the "terrorists " Vindicators were- which, don't even get her started on how idiotic and cowardly that was. Either way, how relevant. When she was getting branded, her face was burned with the iron, and now her once beautiful face was ugly. She hid it with this stupid blessing she had. Maybe Ignacio wanted it like that. A daily reminder that, without him, she'd be ugly. It made her stomach turn. “Gallow and Alois, you were in Breim as well. You heard the explosion but were the Vindicators truly behind it? Was it ever proven?” A pit fighter asked her. "I never found out who had done it, but I assume not many of you are as familiar with the cultists as I am." Cassidy's face appeared as she said that word. She let the others finish their rambles before bringing forward her own plan. Alania's own comments placed her almost as low as Fumio on Alois's list of favorites. The colt though? High on the same list. She adored his boldness. Ever wary of Alania, though, she spoke quietly. "I'll go. I'll take your words," She was standing next to Illidis now,"and I'll bring freedom to Aodh. Rally those here, I'll get the help." It was finally happening- or she hoped it was. She needed out, plans in motion long before today, but she wouldn't share the details. Never, not eve for her sake, but for Albella's. If she knew, she'd feel betrayed. Either way, she'd told Illidis her pledge now. He knew, those who were close heard her. She stayed in the circle now, hoping to plot a plan. Newly hopeful. 510 |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Jan 11, 2018 14:37:32 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER Jenko blatantly ignored their (Hawthorne and Alaina) remarks regarding the Chevaliers. He bared no love for them except for one that somehow earned his respect. Jenko clenched his jaw in exasperation. He was done with both mares at this point. No matter what pro-Chevalier argument they threw at him, he was not going to accept it. In his mind, it did not justify the branding. Nothing ever will.
The scolding didn’t stop there, however. My My, ganging up on me now, are we? Not cool. He couldn’t help but grimace when Hawthorne shot back. Fire kills? Tell me something I don’t know. I dare you to touch the fire that’s grown inside of me. See if it kills you.
As for Alaina, he couldn’t help but raise his brows at her insult. “Ouch? Insulting me is not going to get you anywhere, sweetface. You misunderstood.” He started off, addressing both mares at this point “Aodh is my home… except it doesn’t feel like a home anymore. I never planned on burning this city to a crisp-“ it would be a shame and utterly useless. They’d just find slaves to build it for them “-I want it to rise like the whole damn fire. Better and grander than ever.” Didn’t any of them listen when he said that he wasn’t planning on leaving? “Some wish to leave so they can build a life of their own… and I want to help in any way I can.” Starting with the Usurper.
He couldn’t help but quietly praise Umbra for expressing himself and frown at the mares’ accusations. Perhaps he got a little carried away after all. What happened to ‘remaining quiet for now’ and ‘not expressing his opinion on the matter’? He was the one that tried to shush Illidis for crying out loud! Surely, he was smarter than that? Surely the spotted pit fighter had learned his place by now? So much for not wanting to taint his master’s reputation. He sighed, visibly disappointed in himself for making Lady Scarlette look bad. That was never his intention. Hypocrite… You’re a fool, Jenko. He cursed inwardly. Fuck me, perhaps I’ve hit my head too many times after all. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to apologize to the pair of them. He was only going to nod approvingly at Umbra’s exclamations instead.
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Post by Western-Witch on Jan 12, 2018 0:26:57 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
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The room was dividing. The line was being drawn, the teams being chosen. Galloway was surprised that such a quiet and almost insecure stallion would the one to commandeer this task.
He stood there as Illidis spoke up. He saw the conflict in the stallion and knew what he was doing was hard. But Gallow believed in him. As much as he couldn't quite stand his lax in confidence, he believed in him. Jenko jumped in then. Raising his voice in a passion that riled Gallow's own fire burning in his heart. He could feel Ignacio pushing at the restraints of his bridle, could feel that bright flame growing even more.
And then Hawthorne spoke up. And he could feel the fire smoldering dangerously. "Fire also brings rebirth my dear." He almost growled this. "Like when I was branded." He gave her an angry smile and dared her to write off the branding. "Where's your brand my dear? Don't you remember the fear as that hot metal seared your flesh?" He had one horse in his cell want the brand. So he didn't doubt that someone had welcomed it. But it still angered that some were so blasé about such a life changing experience. And then Alaina spoke up.
Gallow turned to her and bared his teeth as she also spoke such ridiculous words. "We all have free will. Some of those Chevaliers could have said no. Were you one of those that wanted the brand? Because I can't quite stand equines like you." He clacked his teeth at Alaina. He wanted to fight them both. His pit fighting tendencies were threatening to demolish his civility. He was angry. And it was because he had his freedom completely stolen from him. His son had his freedom stolen from him. And without any say from Gallow.
And then Gallow broke when Umbra spoke his name. The solidity of his decision settled like a heavy stone in his body. He would fight for at least his son's freedom. He was built and breed for this. His body shivered as he realized what he was about to do. He was about to join an army and fight a whole city.
Alois's words drove home, heavy and real. He nodded to her. He knew she wasn't one to readily deal with equines and he appreciated her contribution. He knew the risks they were all taking on.
With Umbra clinging to his side, Jenko as his partner again, Illidis as their leader and a feisty grey mare letting go her disapproval, Gallow was ready.
"Looks like we've made our minds. But what about the rest of you?" Gallow was sick of this unease. Let's just take a chance. We've only got one life. And when we die we gutter out like candle flames. Might as well take a few things with us, Gallow thought fiercely.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 13:40:10 GMT -6
FAIZA (Alaina)
Faiza looked at the foal with pity. A slave was supposed to be a slave. They seemed to mistake themselves for citizens, those whose opinions, wishes and dreams mattered. She didn’t give a rat’s ass what some pit fighter wanted, and while she could feel something for a child, they were still a slave, too. And with that attitude, no one else would care either.
Alois wasn’t much better, jumping to hasty actions. Faiza would rather barge into the Court than let any of these slaves run to Vindicators right this moment. Not like they could have stopped her, not with her blessing. She considered doing just that, but stayed put.
She wanted to strike Jenko’s teeth in at ‘sweetheart’. Instead, she gave him a rather disgusted look. Talking like it wasn’t their head on the chopping block.
“Luckily, I don’t care what you think”, she said, looking at Galloway’s teeth snapping with cold amusement. He could not touch her. Even if she had been a slave, Aleksei was of House Aelius. Good things didn’t happen to slaves that hurt someone else’s property. Let alone a slave that attacked a Chevalier.
“You have made your minds over someone saying they think they know something. Aodh will not rise in the hands of Vindicators, that is for certain. I will not commit treason over someone thinking something”, she said, firmly.
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Post by astrumnauta on Jan 15, 2018 17:54:49 GMT -6
Hawthorne | Aodh Commoner
Hawthorne watched the other equines stand up against her an Alaina,
she gave a deep sigh as the fanned the flames of rebellion and she
was pleased she wasn't a slave. She just smiled and shook her head
they wouldn't understand what they were talking about could get them
killed because they were rallying behind a cause.
She allowed the stallions to speak to her looking from Umbra to Jenko and then to Galloway. She had decided in these few moments, Umbra wasn't a threat but Jenko and Galloway were voices that were too bold, to brash and if they didn't treat carefully would end up dead. It would be those particular name she would pass onto Rags.
She smiled first at Jenko "It doesn't feel like home because someone not made for the throne is on the said throne. You want him removed, you want to help and build a new Aodh, and I understand it. Speaking loudly like children will get you killed and you wont have anything to come home to, you will be in a pit somewhere forgotten about and then your master will buy a new slave and forget about you, and the cycle will continue and your efforts will disappear like smoke"
She flared her nostrils and then turned on Galloway,
"Fire does bring rebirth, and it would be a wonderful thing if it did, but alas you cannot have rebirth if your dead. Are you understanding my point here? I'm not here for an argument I'm here to try and keep that oh-so-pretty little head on your shoulders. My brand is under my armor, would you like me to strip it from my body or are you just going to back off and be a quiet little slave, instead of getting at my throat get at the imposer on the throne if you have these big balls you're trying to flaunt."
Thorne blew out of her nose and raised her head high, and she looked around the room "Do what you wish but I'm not getting involved with the vindicators, they're bad news and they'll only kill you when they're done with you and have the rule of Aodh."
she just smiled and stepped back they never had enough evidence and even though she witnessed the meeting Illidis was speaking of but she just didn't quite know for certain they could change much without losing her head, and she was quite fond of it being attached to her shoulders. She knew for certain the the equines in the room wouldn't be forgotten.
Sje looked at Alaina and bowed her head briefly, she could be trusted and possibly Fumio. She would remember both and commit them to memory.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 31, 2018 18:14:28 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Illidis, Faiza, Galloway, Jenko, Umbra, Hawthorne, Fumio, Butler, Alois, Caron |
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