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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 9:55:48 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 503: Sticky Hooves Team Leader: Moonrise Participants: Asim, Cyrene, Evalynn, Grouse, Kaito, Obed, Oliver, Omari, Sydney, Zenia. 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'DPrompt: All of the Valorian artisans made a bid for this work order and you’re the proud recipient of a city commission to repair one of Aodh’s most treasured items--the sacred axe. Who’d have thought? Evalynn, restorer of ancient artifacts! In Valore, prestige begs to be shown off and you’re fully enjoying your position as you’ve gathered several of your friends and peers here for an exhibition and social event. Like all good Valorian parties, you’re sure making a lot of noise. It’s the perfect cover for three aspiring thieves- previously approached by an unknown equine with rich promises- to make their move. Location: Valore, Artisan District, Evalynn's Villa Time of Day: Night Current Weather: Clear, Cold Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:36:08 GMT -6
Moonrise made herself comfortable on the couch in Evalynn's house, settling in on the soft cushions with a glass of wine held firmly in her teke. The sun had gone down and the blacksmith had shut her forge down hours ago before heading over to her good friends home. She wasn't surprised when Ev had invited her to the house for a fun get together. No, Moonrise was more surprised to see three others arrive in the home after herself. Omari, a roan stallion, and an artisan, much like the two mares, but he didn't have the smell of soot that blacksmiths had. No, Omari must work in a different facet of the artisan trade, the black mare mused. Then there was Zenia, Evalynn had mentioned she was an architect. The palomino mare had also brought a slave, almost as tall as Moon, and with a coat that complimented his masters. He had come off as a little timid, and she didn't remember catching his name.
Her eyes glided to the other two slaves in the room. There was of course, Asim, her friend's slave, looking his best as per usual, mane and beard braided and horn glinting in the light. Her blue gaze finally rested on the figure in the corner of the room. Kaito, her own slave. She sent him a friendly and appreciative smile for coming along with her. She wouldn't beckon him closer for now, she knew he had his own strange quirks, and if he felt more comfortable in the corner, she wouldn't make him budge. It was enough for her that he'd agreed to come with, considering how ornery he could act on occasion.
Taking a sip of her drink she finally looked back over at Evalynn, shifting her weight slightly on the couch. "Its a great spread as per usual Evalynn, you seem to outdo yourself every time." She said, giving her friend a brief nudge in the shoulder with a chuckle. She picked up one of the finger sandwiches that had been prepared, cucumber with daisy petals and a light cream spread, and placed it in her mouth, chewing contentedly. There was also a good selection of booze, and some small bite size pies. She made a mental note to grab one of those later.
"So, I don't think I've actually met either of you before. Would you mind telling me a little about your jobs?" She queried both Omari and Zenia with the question, casually swirling the wine in her glass as she awaited an answer.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 15, 2017 20:59:50 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Asim felt incredibly out of the loop. Since the whole dragon thing, he had been busy helping his mistress in assorted ways over the last few months. Whether that was with her newborn or with work stuff, he was slowly falling into the role he hadn’t ever really… been meant for. Still, he’d grown used to the odd scent of the blacksmiths, the grit and grime that came with their work, and felt at home there in his mistress’ home. Though he had come to accept his new role, he still took great pains to remain as beautiful as he had been the day Evalynn had purchased him. Some part of him feared that she might get rid of him if he ever grew too ugly, too dirty… After all, he’d captured her attention with his beauty, he had no plans to lose it.
The slave shook his head slightly, bringing himself back from his odd worrying, and subtly checked to make sure he still looked as clean and polished as always. His mane perfectly coiffed, beard braided neatly, a shine on his coat… Yes, he was fine… perfectly fine. He redirected his gaze, examining the others that occupied the room without meeting their gaze and keeping his eyes lowered respectfully. The stallion waited patiently for instructions, but remained keen to any of the whims of those gathered, ready to assist with refilling drinks or whatever manner of service Evalynn’s guests would require. He wondered quietly to himself why she’d gathered them, it seemed a little odd… the assortment of characters anyway… but who was he to judge. For now, Asim stood back in the corner and simply waited... that's what he was good at, after all.
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Post by notadonkey on Dec 15, 2017 21:07:33 GMT -6
Cyrene
Aodh | Kindling
There was a lotta commotion going on downstairs now that all these people arrived. The filly bubbled in excitement as she got ready, skipping from one end of her room to another as she put on her fanciest bridle and tied up her mane. Cyrene wasn't exactly sure what they were all gathered here for, but she was super sure there is some good sweets calling her name down there so she didn't much mind. With one last look in her mirror, smiling to herself in her gap-toothed glory, the filly exited her room before closing her door. At the top of the stairs, she first crouched down to take a peek at the different horses all conversing in different parts of the room. Of course there was mama, and auntie Moon, and their slaves. Everyone else she didn't recognize. Before looking at them closely, the smell of food greeted her nose. Oh man, that was so much more important! Cyrene then made her way down, weaving through the crowd. "S'cuse me, s'cuse me!" she chirped, making her way to Evalynn and Moonrise. She approached them with a big grin before plopping next to Evalynn. "Hi mama! Hi auntie!" Cyrene then noticed the two Moon was speaking to, and doing her best to be polite, she sat up straight and smiled real big. "Hello!" Taking one quick glance at the platter of mini pies, her teke reached out to grab one as sneakily as possible.
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Post by Spectre on Dec 15, 2017 22:20:25 GMT -6
Zenia:~:Architect
Zenia had been more than happy to accept the invitation to Evalynn's party, excited to leave the house and to mingle among her fellow herd members. When she had entered she surveyed all of those present, none really catching her interest. She shook her head, tonight was not about business, tonight was for relaxation and conversation. The days had grown monotonous and the hours stretched long. So when that invitation and come Zenia was already choosing on her best bridle and shouting to Obed the news.
So as she mingled her way through the fellow guests, throwing respectful nods and smiles as she went, Zenia became into a much more agreeable mood. She also couldn't help but note the way Obed shadowed her side, so achingly similar to the day they first went home six years ago. As the night went on, Zenia found her way to the couches near the food and the- colorful variety of alcoholic beverages. She had poured herself a small glass of champagne, not really thinking of delving to deep.
Zenia perked at the mare's question- Moonrise is she was right. She smiled slightly before saying, "Oh my job is nothing special, same-old
same-old. Go design this, go design that. You know- architect stuff." Zenia was beyond caring about eloquence, she was here to relax and enjoy company. She shifted slightly on her couch as a small filly burst her way through the crowd, horribly failing to hide a smirk as she saw the small foal sneak a bite sized pie.
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Post by brittlewren on Dec 15, 2017 23:19:58 GMT -6
Omari wasn't entirely sure how he'd been invited to Evalynn's party, regarding her as an esteemed and notable artisan figure, so it almost seemed strange walking through the doorway and into the collection of equines. There were few that he recognised. It didn't take long to spot Evalynn, the bay blacksmith, who he recalled from Aodh's trip to Briem some time ago. Their attempt to repair the bond between Briem and Aodh hadn't ended well, and apparently Evalynn had been gifted the dragon she saved from the hooves of another. Seated to her left, a black draft mare, and although unable to recall her name, she seemed somewhat familiar - an artisan, perhaps? Seated near the pair was a slender palomino, completely foreign to him. He really needed to get out more. Many of the other bodies that milled around the room or waited quietly to be called upon expressed the Slave brand. Joining the mares around the platters of food, he was greeted by the sight of a young filly who jumped down into the couch next to Evalynn. Dipping his head to the trio, and presumably Evalynn's daughter, he settled himself comfortably, extending his teke to pluck a glass of rosae from the plethora of beverages offered. "It's an honour to meet you both," He started, before turning to the palomino to introduce himself. "My name's Omari, nice to meet you." Sipping his wine, he listened to her explain her work. He'd never met an architect before. It couldn't be as boring as she'd made it sound. "I'm a bridle-maker, although I'm not yet very well known. I run small shop and design whenever it suits, for custom orders or when I have free time on my hooves." He began, flicking his gaze among the assembly of artisans. "I only really work with fabric and leather, though, and outsource most of my metalwork additions."
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Post by gone-astrayy on Dec 16, 2017 2:36:05 GMT -6
Evalynn | Artisan
The bay mare had been scurrying and scrambling around the kitchen for the better part of the morning and afternoon, making sure all of her hors d'oeuvres were coming out nicely, chasing Cyrene away from the fresh baked tiny pies time and again, the filly thinking she was being clever and sneaky, only to be caught because of her triumphant giggling, or stumbling over a rug or running face first into her mother's flank. Inevitably, all her attempts ended in failure, and if Evalynn had time, surely would've ended up with a half hearted lecture. As it was, Evalynn realized that without both of her sister's there for back up, this was infinitely harder than normal. At least she could've pawned Cyrene off on Airita, and had Asalah help with the baking. However, the Blacksmith was well versed in working under pressure, and sloughed through the baking soon enough. While she may have gone a little overboard on the amount of food she'd made, it was always better to have left overs than to not have enough. How gauche that would be.
No, any party Evalynn threw was always perfect. Food was seemingly endless, and there was enough booze to surely drown all who attended. As the afternoon came about, with the help of Asim and Berose, Evalynn arranged her ridiculously large living room into a luxurious haven, a few plush couches, several elegant lounge chaise', and against the wall, where the mountain of food and refreshments would sit when the time came for the party. As Evalynn looked around, she nodded crisply to herself. It would do quite nicely, and if the evening continued on like this, the party was sure to go perfectly. Thinking back to the reason she had decided to throw a party, Evalynn went into her spare room, taking in the sight of the sacred axe, her fought the urge to puff up in pride at being chosen for the task to restore and fix the ancient artifact. The chains that encased the casket the axe lay in were as much for it's protection as it was for hers. Evalynn had been told of it's.. actions before it was placed in her care, and especially with her children and two slaves that were under her protection, there was no way in hell that she was going to leave it unlocked. Cyrene had learned the hard way, unfortunately, that this was one thing Evalynn wasn't flexible about, as she had tried to tumble into the room with her when she first brought it home, only to get a firm and resounding warning to steer clear of the room, and of that casket. Since then, the occupants of Evalynn's villa were warned off from trying to enter the room.
Looking out the window, the darkened sky signaled that it was nearly time for the party to start, and before long Moonrise showed up, her slave in tow. Evalynn had asked Asim and Berose if they had wanted to attend the party or not, and Asim had agreed to attend, while Berose seemed uncomfortable, so the mare had told him he could retire to his room for the evening if he wished it. Thinking about Asim now, she wondered what he had been up to since she had dismissed him. No doubt tidying up his appearances. Evalynn had tried reassuring the stallion that she wouldn't get rid of him simply because he wasn't immaculately groomed, but it was to no avail. Shit, Evalynn herself was almost always covered in soot and silt, it wasn't like she could throw stones after all. But if it made him happy, than primp and preen your heart out.
As the attendee's began trickling in, Evalynn settled into her element. Graciously greeting everyone, she offered drinks of all kind many alcoholic, and several non alcoholic. Once everyone had made their way into her home, Evalynn settled herself on the couch beside Moonrise, an elegant crystal cut glass full of a rosé wine held delicately within her deep blue teke. As Moonrise spoke to her, congratulating her on her party turnout, Evalynn crinkled her eyes and dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Thank you dear. I am quite pleased with the result." her voice was smooth as she punctuated her sentence with a healthy sip of her wine. Noticing Cyrene flouncing down the stairs with her bridle on and her mane twisted up into an elegant bun, her eyes already zeroing in on the pies as if they all individually had her name on them. Though she was getting a little better at hiding her anticipation, Evalynn could tell her daughter was no doubt plotting how to gorge herself with those pies. Sure enough, after greeting Evalynn, Moonrise, and the others who had made their way over, Evalynn saw one of the pies floating sneakily towards the young kindling. With a smirk, Evalynn chuckled as she plucked the pie neatly from her daughter's teke, replacing the sweet with a cucumber sandwich.
As she was switching out the food, she listened keenly to her guests as they acquainted themselves. So far, the evening was going swimmingly. Looking over, she saw that Asim had stationed himself in the corner, and was, for all the world, looking like he was doing his best to imitate a golden statue. Motioning the stallion over, she smiled up at him. "Dear, no need to stand at attention. This is a party after all. Grab a drink and some food, relax." Shooing the stallion away to hopefully let some tension out by having a drink, she turned back to her guests.
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Post by misttheelf on Dec 16, 2017 9:10:51 GMT -6
Partys... Were never his strongest moments.
Obed stood close to Zenia, silent and with his head low, trying to suppress his trembling and desires to press against her. There were a lot of equines he didn't know here, after all... Oh, why oh why did Zenia insist he come? He glanced around as he followed her, his nerves getting the best of him, and making him anxious and withdrawn.
Of course, there really had been no arguing with Zenia when she shouted the news to him, about the invite. They were both going, despite his personal qualms.
As Zenia made her way to the couches, Obed followed suit, quietly standing behind them. He was already feeling quite drained, just from the sheer amount of others there. But he had already expressed to Zenia his desire to not be there... So there was no need for him to tell her his discomfort now, right? Especially since she was clearly having such a good time. He smiled slightly, hearing her joy in her voice as she responded to another's question. Zenia's happiness was far more important...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 9:46:08 GMT -6
OLIVER
Oliver had sneaked outside the grand villa once the evening was settling into darkness. There hadn't been much security to speak of, so that was good. His wings were tightly pressed against his sides in the chill air, and he felt his saddlebag with his teke for the millionth time. He knew his trusty slingshot was in there, in case distraction was needed.
He had been approached by a noble-looking stranger about this gig, and there had been a mention of others. Right now he was glancing around himself to see if those others would show up. He stood in the shadow of one of the neatly cut bushes outside, trying his best not to nervously pace.
This would probably not be an easy task. Oliver was pretty sure it was fucking idiotic and dangerous. But then again he really needed the shards, so. It wouldn't be the first idiotic and dangerous thing he would do. He didn't intend to let this be the last. Hopefully. If no one else showed, he had half the mind to just split. It wasn't like the weird person was going to catch him again.
He could hear the sounds of the party from inside, and was looking at the windows to determine which one might be the furthest from the action.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Dec 16, 2017 12:52:14 GMT -6
Kaito
Kaito was glad to be inside. Now that winter was creeping up on them, Aodh could actually get colder, especially at night. Then he proceeded to be upset that he had been there long enough to tell the difference in the seasons. Inside was a small gathering going on, more than the usual horses Moonrise hang out with. One ear flicked back as said master gave him a smile, turning his head away. He didn’t like it when she was friendly with him, because he wanted to be angry. He kept his eyes on the ground as he mumbled a compulsory greeting to the room in general before shuffling to to stand in a corner of the room. Somewhat unmanneted, bust polite enough so he wouldn’t risk being called out on it unless it was a particulary crappy Aodhian.
Back against the walk, he felt safer, looking out over the rooms occupants. He stood behind Moonrise so he could watch her back as well. Not that that was his plan. Nope. He instead occupied himself by throwing nasty glares at any other slave that dared look at him. Stupid horses, being all servile like him. It wasn’t rational. They were in the same boat as him after all. Then again, Kaito could care less about being rational about things.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 17, 2017 0:15:41 GMT -6
 "As you should friend." She smiled at Evalynn, before her attention returned to the other two she'd addressed previously. Moonrise nodded respectfully as she listened to the other two answer. "That may be true but surely there must be a few designs you're quite proud of? I know that there are certainly some pieces of mine that I enjoy more than others." She said in response to the palomino architect. She took another drink of her wine, before addressing Omari. "A Bridle maker huh? Ev's sister used to do the same, before she decided to become a doctor. She even made my bridle." Setting her glass down for a moment to top it off, she continued. "I'm a blacksmith myself, unlike Ev, who specializes in weapons, I'm more of an armorsmith. Though..." she inclined her head toward the incandescent steel sword she had rested against the side of the couch, blade carefully stuck in it's sheath. "I do dabble in blades." She grinned, picking up another sandwich and taking a bite.
Moonrise's ears perked up as she heard the quick patter of tiny hooves, before her neice burst into the room. She greeted Cyrene's call with a warm chuckle as the filly settled down between her and Evalynn. "Hello yourself Cy. How was your day?" She asked, giving the younger equine some stimulus among the jabber of the adults.
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Post by sheltiejoy on Dec 17, 2017 11:11:59 GMT -6
Grouse | Aodhian Scoundrel
The night offered some semblance of cover for the unicorn teenager. He had been approached by a stranger, flaunting typical the Aodhian opulence of nobility, and was promised a great deal of shards to pull this job off. The Aodhian villa was also big, impossibly so, what type of horse truly needed a house so large? The silver grullo unicorn had no such home, he lived where he could, that was currently an old warehouse, which was slowly falling apart. Young and cynical, Grouse had a strong inkling of how Aodh worked and his own standing in said herd. It was a safe assumption that the young scoundrel was in for a rough night, if he was lucky. Even at his own opposition to this likely treacherous job, Grouse was in no place to say no, he needed the shards, his group needed the shards. Now to see if there were others here as was told there would be.
Noticing a small bay pegasus lurking in the shadows, Grouse pricked his ears up as he crept closer. It seemed there was at least one more street urchin such as himself.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Dec 19, 2017 14:16:51 GMT -6
Sydney Scoundrel | Male | Aodh
The night gave a small amount of respite from the bustle of the day, but Syd would find no peace tonight. Skulking through the dark, Syd had managed to weasel his way into the party through a back entrance that he had found unattended. Typically the young mustang didn't take job offers from horses he wasn't familiar with.. but the payout that had been promised to him was too good for him to pass up. With his head down low, he crept through the back of the building as quietly as he could possibly manage. He could hear the sound of festivities inside, horses talking loudly and enjoying themselves. The villa was impossibly big, corridors went on for ages twisting and turning until they lead to unattended and dark ends. It was only by sound alone that he could manage to find where the mane party was being hosted. Eventually the young horse poked his head from a doorway, ducking behind tapestries and pillars as he observed the gathering crowd. Like the rest of Valore they were decked in their finest, advertising to the rest of the crowd that they too were wealthy. He scoffed at the grotesque show of opulence, he had little taste for expensive things. A pair of young horses, not much older than he, stood not far away. The rich horse who had offered him the job had made a small mention of others being there, though working together wasn't something that Sydney was accustomed to. He preferred to pilfer from the rich on his own. Sydney made his way over to them slowly, though, he figured that with all the work that had already gone into staking out the place, the last thing he needed to do was ruin the whole plot by being stubborn.
His approach was quiet and he didn't dare say a word to them as he stopped a few feet from them, it would be just his luck that they wouldn't be who he suspected, instead he tilted an ear their way, casting a nervous glance to the pair.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 16:06:31 GMT -6
OLIVER
Maybe the others would not come. Maybe this was just some kind of a set-up. Fuck.
Oliver was almost going to leave when he saw the other young-looking horse creep closer. He had the eye for exactly that kind of movement, so it didn't go unnoticed. He looked the unicorn from hooves to eartip, and decided they didn't look like an Eminent, or a chevalier, or basically anything better than him. Once he came to this conclusion he stepped closer, cautiously mouthing 'hey'.
He didn't get much further when another youngster appeared seemingly from nowhere. Oliver exchanged a suspicious, yet equally nervous look, and then nodded. You could never be exactly sure who was on your side, it was better to assume the worst of everyone. Even the other scoundrels generally looked out for their own asses, and Oliver knew he was absolutely not any better than that. Maybe he was most suspicious because he knew that. It was key to survival, glorious or not. Usually not.
"All we all here to do the thing?" he asked in a hushed voice, appropriately mysteriously.
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Post by notadonkey on Dec 24, 2017 0:44:26 GMT -6
Cyrene
Aodh | Kindling
As she opened her mouth to take a chomp of the "successfully" stolen bite of food, she expected sweet, fruity goodness, but instead got crunchy, healthiness. She paused in her chewing, fully looking at the food in her teke. That's definitely not pie. Cyrene pouted, glancing at her mother. The mare's smirk only confirmed that this was her doing. She huffed, taking a gulp in defeat. Her ears perked as Moonrise spoke to her. "I did a bunch of stuff today! I wanted to help mommy, but she kept telling me to 'geeet out of the kitcheeeen!'" The filly began to explain, the second part said in a mocking "mommy voice". "I mean so what I ate a bunch of fruit, I was just checking to see if they were fresh! And I did lick a few spoons, but....that's besides the point." Cyrene took a final bite of the finger sandwich, humming a little tune as she chewed. The kindling looked back and forth between both her mother and Moonrise, "So what are all these people doing here? Is it someone's birthday? Is it my birthday??"
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Dec 26, 2017 22:04:38 GMT -6
The blacksmith chuckled at her niece's antics of the day. "I'm sure you made sure that those fruits were very good." She said with a matter of fact nod, picking up one of the pies and taking a bite. It was quite good, she had to remember to pick a few up for when she went home. Evalynn wouldn't mind, she was sure. She smiled softly when Cyrene asked if the party was her birthday party.
"No Cy, your birthday isn't for another six months remember." She said, ruffling the young filly's mane just slightly with her cyan teke. "This is a party your mother threw because of the honor the crown gave your mother! Restoring the relic axe!" She said, bumping her friend on the shoulder again with her teke, eyes shining with pride for her friend. "That axe gave those of us at Ignis sanctum quite the scare three months ago." She chose to leave out the part about the baby dragon. Half because she just didn't feel like talking about the reason the baby existed, half because it would have been rude to take away from her friend's task at hand by some grand tale about how she calmed a baby dragon.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 17:07:17 GMT -6
OLIVER
Oliver waited until the others nodded, and then nodded himself. He looked up and spotted the window he had eyed earlier was still open, but it was on the second floor. He glanced at the others, and then made his decision.
“Keep watch”, he whispered, and left his backpack and slingshot gently onto the ground. Then, he opened up his wings and as quietly as he could leaped into the air and flapped his way to the roof. He landed gently, and changed form to a ferret. He made his way down using a rain pipe, and then jumped onto the window frame, and after looking around landed quietly on the floor.
He kept away from the party, quietly creeping along the hallways until he found a door that was properly locked, and crammed his ferret body from underneath it. Man, it was good to be a ferret sometimes. When safely inside, he switched his form back to equine, and started assessing the crate and the chains that tied it down. He didn’t think anything else would have been kept in a similar manner, so this must be it.
He took a moment to lockpick the chains, and then lifted the entire thing onto his back, grasped by his teke. He opened the door from the inside, very quietly entering the hallway again. He creeped ever-so-quietly back towards the window, and could hear how his blood pounded in his long ears. He almost made it without a bump. Relieved, he opened his wings as he neared the window to prepare his jump down, but accidentally knocked a vase over. Oliver was sure his heart would stop entirely as he watched it first bounce for what looked like forever.
Clink. Clink. Clink. CRASH.
Caution thrown out, he dashed toward the window as quickly as he could, his back feet sliding as he tried to make it as fast as he could. As he jumped with his wings spread, still clutching the trunk, he muttered out loud: “Shit shit shit shit shit shit.”
As soon as his feet hit the ground he exclaimed: “Run!”
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Post by brittlewren on Dec 30, 2017 4:21:59 GMT -6
Sipping his wine, he nodded slowly at Moonrise's words, in response to the architect, Zenia. "I prefer some of my more recent pieces, for instance." He contributed gently, eyeing the palomino. His ears perked up at the mention of another bridlemaker. He couldn't recall if he'd met them prior to them switching their career path - he probably hadn't. "Blacksmithing is such an interesting trade, I can't imagine working with the flames both you and Evalynn tend. They'd surely have to be quite hot to meld steel and such." The stallion admired, smiling politely. The little bundle of energy seated next to Evalynn was quite endearing, and he chuckled watching her attempt at swiping a pie, and her remark about the party. Gaze drifting between Evalynn and her filly, he idly wondered who the sire was. This thought was quickly discarded, however, swept aside by Moonrise's explanation of the party. A relic axe! They must be ancient surely, but he wasn't sure what else. Weaponry wasn't his expertise after all, even if they were held at sanctums with apparent high regard. His brows furrowed at the mention of an axe causing a scare, "Did someone try to wield it? I can't imagine what else it could do, it's not like it has its own teke, surely." He didn't want to pry, but it was an.. interesting way of introducing a relic axe. Realising his lack of formality, he added hurriedly. "Congratulations to you, too, Evalynn. That is no small feat."
Despite the noise of the party and increasingly intoxicated guests, Omari paused briefly, enough to catch what he thought was a small spill in the other room. "Hope they're alright," He remarked offhandedly, sipping his wine, seemingly eager to return to the more interesting topic at hoof.
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Post by Gaybies on Dec 30, 2017 20:45:24 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Something, something, something, grab a drink and some food, relax… Asim would admit that he had started to zone out as he stood there in the corner, but he was roused by the offer of food and drink. The sister’s household always had such good food, how could he possibly deny the offer? He offered his mistress a slight smile and listened only halfway to the following conversations as he sorted out a plate of snacks and a drink for himself. He had half a mind to offer some food to the other slave… but he only had half a mind so that didn’t end up happening. He settled in with his snacks and was happily munching away on them when a sound he did not expect from the noisy party caught his attention. Asim lifted his head and set is plate aside, turning his head towards the subtle crash. Ears flicked as Omari spoke.
“... Everyone is here, who could’ve fallen?” He mused aloud, not really looking for an answer. He shot a glance towards his mistress and her company, had they invited someone else? Had he missed it while he was daydreaming? Certainly not, he wasn’t that inattentive… A weird feeling settled deep in his stomach, that feeling that something wasn’t quite right. “Evalynn…?”
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 1, 2018 16:15:34 GMT -6
Kaito
Servile slave | Cis male
Kaito kept post in his corner of the room, trying his best to tune out the conversation. He didn't want to get involved with these horses, found himself to be already too involved with Moonrise. Stupid Moonrise and her gentle words and kind gestures. They were somehow worse than the rough approach. A trick, a scheme to try and put him at ease in this aweful position he was in. But he couldn't forget, wouldn't forget that despite her treatment, she was not his friend, she was his master and he was her property. It was all kinds of wrong.
These other horses were the same. With their fake smiles and pleasant words. Evalynn offered one of his fellow slaves food and drinks. He glared at the stallion who picked himself some appetizers and a drink, just accepting the offer like that. He hated he seemed so content playing his role. It didn't help that the food actually seemed really tasty as well and he was angry with himself when he found himself craving some. His glare intensified before his gaze dropped to the floor stubbornly, stomach letting out a growl. The traitor.
With nothing to look at, Kaito couldn't help but listen. Something about an axe. He had heard talk about it before, but had believed it a tall tale. It still seemed pretty unbelievable. His head snapped up to attention when he heard a sound, body tensing immediately. He looked around, seeing the others noticed as well. Where there other horses in the house? Instead of waiting for an explanation, he trudged towards the door. He was sick of this party and his nerves where to thin to discuss possibilities. He'd check it out for himself.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 5, 2018 3:56:46 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
The party was going quite swimmingly, if Evalynn dared to say so. It was a small one, by Evalynn's normal party list, but no less grand. Conversation was flowing, as was the alcohol, and it seemed that her hos d'oeuvres were, naturally, a hit. Asim, who had taken her words to heart, made his way over to the table and piled some food onto his plate before grabbing a drink. Cyrene's chipper voice piped up once again, telling the bold tale of how she made sure the fruit was perfectly fresh before asking about the party. Evalynn shook her head with an amused snort. That girl. Any time she threw a party, the filly would ask if it was her birthday.
However, before she could say anything, Moonrise spoke up, and told her daughter, along with those around them, about her royal honor. Evalynn inwardly preened, still giddy over having been chosen to restore the wicked artifact. As Omari spoke up, Evalynn's ears flicked back, thinking of how tricky the axe had been already, and she hadn't even gotten a chance to take a real crack at it. The blacksmith dipped her head as Omari congratulated her, about to reply to the stallion when a loud crash echoed through the house.
Normally, Evalynn would just assume it was Cat and Obsidian playing around, but those two were fast asleep under the tables holding the food. Suddenly on high alert, the mare stood up, about to politely excuse herself when she swore she heard a very faint voice. Asim and Kaito seemed to have heard the crash too, for Asim's eyes turned to Evalynn, questioning and Kaito immediately trotted out the door. Following swiftly after the stallion, Evalynn passed Kaito with a soft "excuse me, sorry" and down the hall, a door that should have been tightly sealed was now ajar. Scrambling inside the room, Evalynn saw that the chains that had held the casket down were laying uselessly on the floor, and the casket itself was nowhere to be seen.
Thieves!
Without a second to waste, Evalynn bolted out of the room, and headed straight for the door, and as she flung the door wide, she saw a Pegasus with wings spread wide, the wooden crate held upon the youth's back. Fury and fear welled up in Evalynn, that axe was too dangerous! If that thieving idiot dropped the box, and the axe fell out, bad things were going to happen. Not even a second later, Evalynn opened her mouth wide, and out poured her anger in the form of a large stream of flames. Feeling her fire spread, she watched as the flame quickly arced around the Pegasus, blocking the path to freedom. It was from the light of her flames that she saw the little scoundrel had two other thieving friends with him.
"Child, it'd be most wise of you to set that box down now, lest someone might get hurt."
While Evalynn generally had no issues with the urchins of Aodh, even occasionally parting with a little money here and there, this trio set their sights a little too ambitiously. For that matter, how did they even know to go for the axe? Nothing else had been taken, least wise, she couldn't see any other stolen goods. As she waited for the children to make their choice, the crackling of her flames flooded her ears.
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Post by Silverfallingstar on Jan 5, 2018 23:24:34 GMT -6
Moonrise chuckled. "Oh it's certainly different than other artisan trades I've found. The fires are quite hot like you said, but you get used to them, and if you don't well... you can always make yourself some protective gear out of leather." She said with a curt nod and a smile. At Omari's question about the axe, she shook her head "No, not quite. You're familiar with the ancient axe that is the relic of Vatros Sanctum? The axe said to have been wielded by king Soleii? Well three months ago the axe suddenly went a little wild. Some of the other attendants managed to-" The noises from the other room gave the blacksmith pause as she turned her head. "Nobody else should be in the house, everyone's here." She said absent-mindedly. She nodded quietly to Kaito as he got up to investigate, but was beaten by her friend. It was only a few moments later that her fellow blacksmith burst through the door and out of the house. "Ev?!?" The blacksmith said, startled. Getting out of her seat she found her teke grasping the scabbard and belt of her sword sitting by the couch as she swiftly followed her friend out of the house.
She was just in time to see the massive wall of flame go up as she finished tying her sword back onto her person. She then saw what had gotten her friend so worked up. Thieves, very young ones at that, had managed to make off with the chest containing the relic. Her friend was already trying to convince them to let go of the chest.
"Trust us, you really don't want to mess with that box." She called out. She really hoped the kids wouldn't insist on carrying it out.
The box had been chained down for a reason.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jan 9, 2018 5:11:35 GMT -6
Kaito
Aodh | Servile slave
Warning: Kaito has a potty mouth
Kaito was surprised to have Evalynn come bursting past him -twice actually-, even more bewildered when she actually was polite when passing him -they all had to stop that-. His stunned silence was only temporarily however as he took to the outside as well, needing to know what was going on. He was sick and tired about being out of control. What he found, shocked him. It was a horse about his age, apparently trying to pilfer away goods that weren't theirs to take.
What were they thinking? Anger rose up within him immediately, punctuated by fear at the flames that had risen up around them. He couldn't spot a blasted mark on them, meaning they were free horses. Free horses risking their freedom by doing stupid things like stealing. He took personal offence.
Not thinking about it, he charged forward, knocking into the one with the box and kind of trying to sit on them in an attempt to keep them down before they got themselves in any more trouble. "What are you doing?!" he screeched loudly and angrily. He didn't have any telekinesis at the moment, but he could care less. "Do you want to be a slave or what? Cascade will hunt you down for stealing!" Didn't they know what society did to horses who did anything that wasn't quite right? He seemed to have forgotten he was no longer in Talori herd for a second, eyes burning as they glared at the other horse. "Are you stupid or what, risking yourself like that? What's your problem, huh? What's so fucking great in that box that you'll risk yourself, huh? You bastard!" He bared his teeth, seething, not paying attention to anything else in that moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 13:06:43 GMT -6
OLIVER
As soon as Oliver hit the ground, he swung his saddleback back onto his neck sloppily. It didn’t need to be neat - there was no time - it just needed to hang on for now. He slid to a stop as a sea of flames blocked his path, he dug his heels to the ground and could feel the warmth of the flames trying to lick towards him. Eyes wild and spooked, he turned as he spread his wings. It mattered very little to him what the other Scoundrels would do, or how they would get out, as long as he saved his own ass.
He hesitated only a very short moment, wondering if the thing he carried was really going to do something to him. That moment was enough for the slave to run into him, and Oliver’s balance still compromised from the turn and preparing to take off, he fell down.
And as soon as he felt a weight settle onto him, full blown panic erupted within him. He could not think straight, could not take the time to notice that the horse holding him was actually much smaller than him. Instead, his shape started to twist and meld as he changed into a sabertooth - a large cat made of rippling muscle.
As the transformation started Oliver had no actual idea what he was doing, he hadn’t practised this - it wasn’t the animal that matched his person which he felt comfortable with. It was wild and raw and Oliver was not entirely in control. It was also blind fury - he used his paws to kick the horse away from him, tried to claw and bite ferociously. There was no thought in the process, he didn’t plan any of his movements or really focus if he was hitting or missing - it was just a blind need to get away.
The sounds that erupted from his throat were something in between hissing and roaring.
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Post by Spectre on Jan 9, 2018 15:41:48 GMT -6
Zenia:~:Architect
Zenia fell silent as she watched the commuters come and go from the buffet table. Her smile was always present as her eyes wandered, until the fell on Obed. She could feel the nervous energy rolling off him in waves. Frowning slightly,she waved him over with a flick of her head, Pushing up slightly, Zenia spoke a with a kind whisper, "Obed, go ahead and get something from the buffet table. And It's also okay if you want to stand close, parties aren't for everyone." With that she leaned back down and continued about her business, purposely keeping her ear flicked in his direction.
It was at this time that a loud crash was heard from somewhere within the house. She perked up just as fast as Evalynn- her senses on high alert. She got as Evalynn trotted to investigate, her own curiosity got the better of her. Obed was all but forgotten. She made a slight gasp as she saw the blacksmith scramble into the room- which apparently held the axe. And which also seemed to have- THEIVES. A boiling rage made its way up into her throat and she silently cheered as Evalynn released her fire into the room, keeping the rapscallions from escaping. She looked over as she heard Moonrise chime in- and watched as a saber tooth tiger took the place of one of the colts. Her eyes widening, she pushed past Evalynn and put herself in between the raging tiger and the fiery blacksmith. Jumping around the tiger she blindly looked for something- ANYTHING. Hissing slightly as a claw came to close for comfort Zenia threw her head over her shoulder- "A little help here!"
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Post by notadonkey on Jan 9, 2018 21:05:36 GMT -6
Cyrene
Aodh | Kindling
"Wooooow" she said, in awe, of her mother's feat. That's super cool! What could such a thing look like? Probably really pretty and sparkly. Her mother's sudden movement had Cyrene's ears pricked, and she watched as she ran off. Did she need to go to the bathroom? Because that would make sense for sure. But when she watched as Evalynn ran back the way she came, the filly had a bad feeling in her tummy. Curiosity getting the best of her, she followed Moonrise and the others just in time to see a bunch of older kids stealing the huge chained box. Suddenly: fire. Her mother's fire. It engulfed a huge area, something Cyrene has never seen her mother do, just the small flames she used to light her fires with. The warmth could be felt all the way from here. She stopped just behind her mother, poking her little head between her legs. Why did those meanies try to steal their stuff? Then, when Kaito jumped on him, she gasped as the pegasus morphed into a HUGE scary cat. She's never seen a cat so big, and the way he was thrashing about trying to hurt the slave that was just trying to help momma made her feel very afraid. However, the precious box was laid out on the ground now since that scary pegasus dropped it. From what Auntie Moon was saying, that was an important box with an important thing that momma (who is very important) worked super hard on. It had to be given back to her! So, puffing up her chest and holding onto the sudden small spark of bravery, the filly dashed out into the open to grab the chained box with her teke. Trying not to think of the huge saber tooth clawing nearby, Cyrene pulled as hard as she could, but it was very heavy. So she pulled and pulled, dragging the box on the ground little by little. Her little heart was thundering from how scared she was, but momma is going to be so proud!
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Post by Gaybies on Jan 10, 2018 20:08:25 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Suddenly, everything was happening. As Evalynn rushed past and then past again, Asim scrambled to follow. Others would beat him out the door and he was left wondering what had happened as assorted sounds reached his ears. When at last he made it out the door, he stood among the group as they struggled to subdue a large feline… What in the world. It all dawned on him slowly, the box, the scrambling creature, the charge made by the family, the crash… Thieves… Well shit. Whoever it was, they had certainly made a mistake in attempting to rob this family, these ladies were tough ones. It was then that he heard Cyrene exclaim in awe about her mother’s talents and simply smiled. Evalynn sure was something and it always brought a smile to his face when the little ones noticed. He might’ve been content to stand there and let the others deal with the large cat, but movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention. Cyrene had rushed forward, towards the clawing cat, and had a hold of the chained box with her teke, trying to drag the heavy object little by little. His heart lurched into his throat and without a second thought the slave leapt forward, he knew the box was dangerous, Evalynn had made that clear, but the thrashing, clawing beast was a more imminent danger to the small filly… at least as far as he was concerned.
The golden boy stopped only once he was between Cyrene and the feline, stretching over the box in an attempt to push the filly back towards her safety with his head. “Little Miss, it is not safe here, please, let me grab the box for your mother…” He pleaded, more concerned with the filly’s safety than the box, despite its obvious importance.
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Post by grumpyhyena on Jan 11, 2018 10:12:05 GMT -6
Sydney Scoundrel | Male | Aodh
RUN! That was an easy command to follow. Sydney's hind quarters buckled a bit as he backed away, looking around frantically. Being caught was the last thing that he needed right now. Without a word he turned around, ready to try and escape from the villa he could only take a few steps before he witnessed Oliver turn from horse to enraged feline. Syd had seen horses shapeshift once or twice before, but the forms that those horses had chosen had been mundane and much cuter. Dogs or small birds seemed to be a typical form to take... not sword-fanged cats. The roar rippled through the air and Syd couldn't help but bleat out a frightened whinny as he spun in place again, this time bumping into Grouse before blazing past him. The one thing that Syd needed less than being captured by Chevaliers was to be eaten by a mad cat-horse. Syd blundered through the villa as he tried to track his original path through it to freedom. The only problem was that a mix of panic and fear made him lose his way. Turning blindly down halls Sydney eventually burst into one room that was... filled with horses. Had he gotten turned around? There was a good chance of it. Sydney's body curled inwards, his head held low and the fear in his eyes obvious as he tried to back-peddle away again.
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Post by misttheelf on Jan 15, 2018 13:18:49 GMT -6
Obed listened quietly to the conversation the artisans had, smiling slightly as the young foal, Cy, she was called, talked about what she did earlier today.
Zenia then signaled for him to move closer, and so he did, lowering his head slightly to hear her whisper.
"Obed, go ahead and get something from the buffet table. And It's also okay if you want to stand close, parties aren't for everyone."
He gave a nod at that, "T-thank you..." he mumbled, before retreating a bit so that he wasn't in the way of the conversation.
And then the host, Evalyn, got up, and then ran back out, and outside, soon followed by Moonrise and Zenia... He watched them and trailed after Zenia. He hadn't heard anything that he thought strange, but they perhaps knew better. After all, he was a stranger in this house...
And then he saw the wall of flames. The box on the ground, Cy, and another horse who had been outside trying to move it, a giant sabertooth cat, and just the pure chaos that was now outside.
And then Zenia jumped in front of the Sabertooth cat, and Obed immediately panicked. "Z-Zenia!" he cried out, rushing in, stumbling as he tried to get between her and the cat.
She had protected him so much... he couldn't let anything happen to her!
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Post by brittlewren on Jan 15, 2018 23:04:59 GMT -6
First it was Kaito, marching towards the hallway with his ears back, then Evalynn, jumping up from her seat and hurriedly turning into the hallway. There sounded like a faint scrambling and rushing outside, as other horses around him - Moonrise, Zenia, Cyrene, and even some of the slaves - raced outside to discover what was going on. A bright orange light bathed the room, streaming in from the window as a conversation quietly dripped in from the patio, accompanied by a wave of heat and soft crackling. Tipping back his wine, he set the glass down on the table and stood carefully, moving so he could peer out the window. A wall of fire curved around the receiving area, almost seeming to tower over the figures beneath it. Two figures were intertwined in a heated scuffle, one was a hippocampus, he could see their fins glinting in the wake of the flames, and the other some sort of cat, with long curving fangs that snapped at the horse that was trying to pin them down. Zenia stood between the pair and Evalynn, while what looked like Cyrene and the unicorn slave were crouched over an unopened crate of sorts. Another horse stumbled into the scene, trying to put themselves between Zenia and the pair locked in combat. What was happening? Was someone trying to steal whatever was in the crate? Was it the axe Evalynn was gifted to restore? Another horse burst into the room, Omari's ears flicking back as his head snapped to face them. They hadn't been in the room moments before - the thief? They were trying to edge out of the room, that was for sure, eyes darting around the room and laced with fear. Omari stepped towards them, preparing to knock them down should they try to escape. He noted that they were only a hand or so smaller. "Where are you going? You only just got here.." He started cooly, staring them down. He had no idea who this bay roan was, how could he be certain they weren't involved? "What's your name?" He commanded. How old were they?
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