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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:19:44 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 509: The Party Team Leader: Nova Participants: Adrian, Bale, Beau, Bellatrix, Bolthor, Caesar, Coatl, Constance, Cyndane, Juliet, Milan 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: Cyndane has swept out of the city to her manor in the countryside and has sent a bevy of invitations for the great and the grand to join her. You find yourself in a open villa, decorated in marble and burgundy, with balconies overlooking sprawling vineyards. With all the tragedy that has happened in Aodh, it’s hard to find anything to celebrate. Perhaps, instead, all you need is a reason to relax. Location: Haven, Vandet Villa Time of Day: Evening Current Weather: Clear, Warm Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:44:52 GMT -6
It was yet another one of those days where Nova had no fucking idea what was going on… She had found herself in a glorious mansion, far beyond what she would ever be worth in her lifetime, not only that but she was surrounded by Nobles. Nobles and their slaves. Nova had never quite felt like the Ugly Dragon Hatchling until now. Thankfully, Adviser Cyndane was generous in all aspects, particularly her large table of booze and Nova had a very nice buzz going on to help her fit into her surroundings.
Then, the nerves settled in as Nova really took it all in. Your face was reflected everywhere in marble and heck, was the sound was always following you. Whether that be from trickling pools, roaring fountains or just simply idle chatter, Nova didn’t think she’d ever feel alone again.
As she gently nibbled on crackers and cheese, Nova tried desperately to get her hoof onto something familiar. A spotted rump brought her comfort as she sidled up to tap her ex-coworker-gone-noble on the behind.
Her breath evaporated as her wine goggles cleared up to realise the mistake she had just made. “Fuck.”
Wrinkled eyebrows faced her straight on with a glare, just as Nova’s heart dropped and she attempted to inhale to make a long running apology, the eyebrows loosened up and a bellowing laugh filled the air. Clearly the wine was well into everyone’s system already and it helped Nova to release her fake smile, just a little.
She nodded her head in apology quickly ducking away to find the real rump she was after before getting caught in a web of what she assumed would be Noble politics, which Nova was not one for keeping up with.
By Ignacio, Nobles in bed was one thing, but an entire crowd of them in a room gossiping about Gods know what? Nova knew she was in for one heck of a night.
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Post by striaga on Dec 15, 2017 18:43:31 GMT -6
C A E S A R
Caesar had not expected to wind up in this extravagant building, with these extravagant equines, but here she was. The unicorn had been dressed up; something that highlighted the masculine cut of her face, the musculature of her shoulders, the rest of her. Grotesqueries like her face weren't common here, but Caesar felt no shame in the scar tissue on her face, the tissue on her leg. There was nothing to be ashamed of. She'd earned them. Battered her way to them. Caesar's bridle gleamed red and white and gold. Magnificent. Beautiful, on her brutalized frame.
The once-fighter, however, was not here to mingle with other nobles. She kept herself close to Juliet's side, regardless of where Juliet wandered to; Caesar was there, the gamy mule keeping her ears swiveled forward and attentive. She had not taken a bite of the food due to her own personal distrust. Caesar knew better than to let her guard down around a gathering like this. She was no fool.
And, of course, she kept her ears open. The one red eye burned out from a scowling brow as Caesar regarded the guests, dug her hooves in, and listened. She felt no need for conversation, though if a woman who suited her appraised Caesar's appearance, Caesar did give a slight smile and tip-up of her head, to let them know the attraction was mutual.
Yet...
She sucked in her breath and stood at rigid attention, unfortunately aware that she was not on the same level as the rest of the snakes around her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 20:51:43 GMT -6
The male stood comfortably by the snack table, reaching for anything he could get his hooves on before someone came by and chased him off. Juliet had dragged him to this terrible place; the manor was way too fancy for his taste, with marble that showed his ugly mug right back at him in reflection every time he took a glance. He wasnt one for parties. He was a fighter, trained for the sport of battle. Yet, here he was, dressed up in a fancy garb and thrust into the middle of a gathering of nobles and their slaves. Did he feel out of place? Yes, but there was food. The thought quickly left his mind.
His attire consisted of his usual pearly white bridle with a gleaming gold bit. While it cut off his blessing, which he didnt mind too much, it did not restrict his telekinesis too terribly. At times, he would drop something he was holding, and his strength was not where he wished it would be, but.. he would make do. In addition to his bridle, he wore a fancy golden collar, gemstones drilled into the metal and glimmering whenever the light caught their surface. A shimmering white cloak fell from his shoulders and down to his hocks, which he kicked at every now and then when it tangled around his legs. He was used to getting fancied up, but he didnt like it. His heavy golden shoes slammed loudly against the ground with each kick, uncaringly announcing the presence of the pit fighter and his annoyance.
His caramel gaze found its way toward Juliet every so often to make sure his master was still where he left her, which.. she wasnt. She was always bouncing between anyone and everyone, like the social little butterfly she was. That irritated Bolthor to no end, but at least he was never bored, and it certainly meant he didnt need to speak. At her side was Caesar, an ex pit fighter. Bolthor hadnt cared to get to know her very well, but he held a little more respect for the slave. She had been a fighter, after all.
Turning his attention away from the room, Bolthor turned back to the snacks in front of his face. They were tiny, delicate things. Crackers, cheese, wine, some sort of bread.. thing. Was this supposed to keep their hunger at bay? Pathetic.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Dec 16, 2017 1:05:17 GMT -6
[ Bellatrix ]
The room of the manor was much too crowded, bodies touching and bumping with every few steps, voices speaking over one another that became too loud for one’s ears, and even breathing in the same air as the rest of them which had the mare’s nose crinkle in distaste. She was never a big fan of parties or anything too fancy, always dreading the moment her mom announced that they were going to something big and it was time to pull out the frilly stuff. Being treated like a doll had been the worst, and having to communicate afterwards with the Nobles had been a nightmare.
But why had they been invited to such an event?
Her family was there, out and about and mingling with the rest, and Bellatrix was standing around like a clueless fool. She had not been able to convince her mother to allow her to stay behind, but the most she could do was beg to not be too fancy and even managed to sneak away with a promise, more like a little white lie, that she would try to be open that day. Bullshit. As soon as her mother’s eyes were off of her, she scampered away into a completely different room to stand alone by some corner.
The bridle she dreaded wearing was on her face, dark and thin black chains with bright red jewels which stood out and a collar to match fastened around her neck. She got away with a simple thin shawl draped across her shoulders that was loosely wrapped around her neck, anklets around each ankle, and a braid made in her bangs that curled around her ear and was pinned into her short, cropped mane. Her tail had a braid to match, with several flowers around the top and even one tucked against her ear. She wasn’t too fancy, certainly not for a Noble when she knew they desired more, but it was still too much. Her mother, at least, was pleased even if she could do nothing about the scars across her cheek that she constantly called ‘ugly’.
Her hind hoof stomped against the hard floor, already tired of being there. If Rayne had been around, she knew they both would have caused some harmless trouble and messed around and just would have had fun, yet… there was nothing of her winged friend that she saw, and her heart and head drooped sadly. Had she not been invited or was she just not able to make it? Hopefully at some point that day, her friend would show up. She barely knew anyone in the room, or didn’t bother to care who stood around chatting with each other or nibbled on the snacks spread out on tables.
It’s going to be a long night. The mare let out a long sigh, watching the horses around her with an expression full of boredom.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 16, 2017 9:14:53 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan, for once in his life, felt quite uncomfortable with the situation.
It wasn’t so much the people – he loved people, and although he was a fresh Artisan, he certainly had met his share of nobility through business dealings, and attended a few parties in his day. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had never seen these strangers before: Milan naturally recognized the Pit Fighter, and the wounded ex-Fighter as well, although he could not quite recall their names. He was also pretty confident he had seen some of these people around the Pearl when he still frequented it. Then there was Cyndane of course, not exactly a friend but a business partner whose patronage he respected.
The people were fine.
Except one.
Milan gave a long look to Bale, willing his giant brute of a boyfriend to stay close. Milan had made the effort to dress not only himself, but also Bale, in the best clothing they could muster on a trip like this, and this at least somewhat hid the fact that even with antlers crowning his head, Bale was a War Forged at the core, still learning how to handle the more… Delicate situations of Aodhian high society.
And that was the reason for his unease. Bale was not quite ready for this sort of an outing in his opinion, lacking the manners to deal with Eminents in the way their fragile egos necessitated. Bale was a kirin, and that would surely afford him some leniency and make the nobles more amused than annoyed at his behavior, but Milan did not wish to push anyone’s goodwill tonight.
Milan eyed the other guests, trying to find clues of their status and temper. His usually observant mind found it hard to concentrate, however, and his eyes kept returning to Bale. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that the pit fighter was helping himself to the food at offer. Quite generously so. At least his boyfriend wasn’t the only brute of questionable manners in the room.
“Just because he is doing it, doesn’t mean you have to”, Milan hissed at Bale, willing his voice to be quiet enough for others to not hear: “It’s not a competition. Be respectful to our host and only take a few pieces at a time.”
Milan had his suspicions that such suggestions would fall on selectively deaf ears, but at least he tried.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 9:24:32 GMT -6
BALE
They were here for Milan's work. Bale understood work. But he hadn't been ready for a party, and he knew he was out of place. It was so easy to step on hooves in Aodh, and it didn't help that there was a certain nervous energy radiating from Milan. Bale was somewhere between busy making sure Milan was safe and stuffing his face with the treats in order to avoid talking at anyone. And the pieces were so small, too. You could only get more hungry from eating them.
He huffed at Milan, his shoulder and chest fluff slightly rousing. He did stop for a moment though, but then became increasingly worried Bolthor was going to eat them all. He knew the pit fighter, but didn't wish to engage into a conversation. Not because a slave didn't deserve to be talked to just like anyone else, but because it was awkward. What was he supposed to say? 'Yeah, hey, Ignacio happened'?
Milan seemed the most relaxed when he stood still, mouth shut and just looked good. Not like he really wanted to stray very far. In these weird situations their roles were quite reversed, and he had to trust Milan to keep him out of trouble. Bale knew battles, and that was mostly it. It was frustrating.
He did make an effort to look somewhat friendly though, even if it felt very feigned and unnatural.
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 16, 2017 15:14:43 GMT -6
 JULIET
A thin fragile champagne glass floated in the French Pink Teke touching down on tender lips. Tilting, bubbly golden liquid poured into her alluring mouth, only taking enough for half a mouthful as it righted. Her mood was perfect, elated. This invitation had been exactly what she had needed and a good reason to indulge herself in all the things she knew would help take her mind off 'events'. Dainty hooves tapped down on the floor, prancing from one group to the next, gracing them with her presence and then gently taking her leave only to prance on to the next. Everyone would know she was here. Everyone would want to be her friend!
Moving up next to her cream blonde hunk of a slave she lightly nuzzled his shoulder before taking a small snack for herself seeing the damage he had done to the table since he had been here. "Do I not feed you enough love? Make sure to take a break, no doubt Emint Cyndane's slaves will want to refresh the table at some point and if you scare them away..." She giggled softly, blonde hair tousling forward as she curved her neck and took one more between her teeth. "You might go hungry till we go home..." A hidden threat but since she was in such a good mood it was more a joke then anything else. Flicking her tail gently against his side she pranced off once more, feeling the ever observant Caesar tagging along on her heels.
"Are you hungry dear?" Her voice oozed with care towards her scarred but still strong slave. "I don't mind if you join Bolthor at the table for a bit. The treats are there to be eaten after all." Smiling she then slid up next to Constance and pushed her head against her neck in their quiet greeting. "A rather fun group of equines, wouldn't you agree love?" Juliet was ever the bundle of energy. In a place this grand (Not nearly as grand as her own but close, sort of) at a party no doubt, she needed to make sure everyone knew she was here! "Oh Caesar, darling." Her head lifted as the coo summoned the equine back towards her. "Do keep an eye on Adrian for me. I don't see him at the moment but I'd rather he didn't get into trouble." Her voice dripped with all sorts of hidden dangers. Towards Caesar and Adrian. The pegasus needed to be kept in check, especially around here. Giving a charming smile she lipped the others wither and sent her off. Conversation with Constance continued, softly and playfully as it always did.
Though as Bale made his entrance, following the new Artisan Milan, Juliet felt her mouth drop. A REAL Kirin. Same with Ingrid. BUT THERE WAS ANOTHER! A squee suddenly interrupted her sentence with with purple horned unicorn and large eyes turned to her. "Constance!! Constance it's him! The slave turned Kirin." She spoke in a hushed tone, gesturing with her muzzle towards the equine. "I need to go introduce myself, but I know he's about to be crowded by the others! Constance, it's another Kirin!!" Her excitement was not lost.
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Post by unifangs on Dec 17, 2017 2:25:14 GMT -6
Events always remain an easy form of entertainment, from watching scandal unfold to casual flirtations with other nobles or commoners alike. Coatl had taken a sufficient level of his drug of cannabis prior to his arrival to the party to achieve that perfect high to thoroughly enjoy the festivities(and to aid his body in bearing the weight of his monstrous legs.)
He naturally sits by the corner with the food, slipping different food into his mouth with small bites eager to try everything. His relatives might press on him to network, to reach out to the other nobles present and affirm a positive relationship with the other houses, but alas, the nibblets catch his interest far more than his surroundings. Briefly his eyes glance to the kirin but he doesn’t find himself quite in awe as others and he resumes his quiet nibbling. Coatl saunters his way towards a glass of champagne and eagerly presses it to his lips. Tonight is a night to forget and he intends to drown himself in wine and perhaps debauchery if Ignacio smiles upon him. He hasn’t found anyone quite interesting enough to engage but he casually starts flitting around the room and studying the individuals crammed into it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 14:18:19 GMT -6
BALE
It was not lost on him that he was being stared at. He was used to it by now, but it didn't make it any nicer. It had been different when he had been a pit fighter. Then, he had actually done something worthwhile looking at. Now he was just standing trying to not look as awkward as he felt.
He eyed at the food once more, then gave Milan a side-eyed glance. At least one other was picking out the snacks as well. Surely it would soon be all gone. And what was worse, it looked like the pale horse staring at him might soon come to talk. He wasn't good at talking, not in the way the Aodhians liked it. He sometimes even almost upset Milan without meaning to, surely here he would do it all the more. He realized looking busy with food was not a magnificent tactic to avoiding that, but it was the only one he had right now.
Then, he saw a slave coming from the kitchen with a fresh batch of snacks. He side stepped, and then made his decision spinning around in a surprisingly graceful and quiet manner for a horse his size and weight, heading to see the kitchen. He looked absolutely delighted to see that there were so many snacks and drinks waiting to be served out, and more being prepared still. The slave in charge of the snacks looked surprised, then frightened to be facing a large kirin all of a sudden. The poor slave's first reaction was to hand Bale a tray of snacks instead of taking it out, too, and Bale thanked with a beaming smile, holding the tray with his teke and looking like he was planning on graciously burying his face into the tray.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 19, 2017 15:11:14 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan felt increasingly nervous as the eminent – or at least he assumed they were an eminent by their mannerisms – that fluttered around the room like a drunken butterfly locked eyes with them, and began staring at Bale. Milan could see their mouth move with excited speeds, and gulped. This was bad. Real bad. He was in no standing to anger an Eminent, and that was the only end result of trying to keep them away from Bale, who looked pretty uncomfortable too, and had not ceased eating despite his demands. As he turned to Bale to tell him to just keep calm, whatever happened, he noticed, to his utter horror, that the bigger stallion was heading through some doors to another part of the villa.
Milan cursed under his breath, and took after him, calling Bale in a low voice: “Come back here, you can’t just go around someone’s house!”
But it was to no avail, and when he opened the doors, he was met with the sight of his boyfriend happily munching on some snacks, with numerous more laid out all around them. The slave attending the kitchen looked helplessly terrified of the intrusion, and the chefs didn’t seem any more likely to stop his boyfriend in their quest for food.
“Bale. Be an adult and stop that”, Milan commanded, with no response. He pulled on Bale’s tail to get him away from the food, but the kirin just kept eating.
“We will never be invited anywhere again if you act like this!” he whisper shouted, tugging on the kirin’s tail again, and giving the slaves an apologetic look.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Dec 20, 2017 2:47:54 GMT -6
 Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
shitNova was thankful. Thankful for the wine. The more she drank, the less out of place she felt and the more confident she became in her acting skills.
She took note of the large Kirin, the one she had heard about from several of her clients, he was certainly magnificent but Nova didn't get the urge to fawn over him, unlike some. The Eminent was stunning for sure, but her enthusiasm, although contagious, also didn't appeal to the young Courtesan. She wanted to locate the host of the party, thank her for the invite and perhaps get some connections going to ease her nerves. Before she could get there, her eye was caught by the incredible amount of stallions snacking heavily, keeping themselves busy, maybe they were feeling just as awkward as she was. A dark stallion in-particular, piqued her interest. She was sure she had seen him around The Pearl before her move and any chance of a familiar face eased her up even more. Upon closer inspection, the stallion was clearly flying high and Nova felt a smirk cross her face, perfect. "Hey handsome, bring enough to share?" She asked cheekily. "The name's Nova, I feel like I've seen you around before."
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Post by Ehrendi on Dec 20, 2017 7:06:42 GMT -6
Adrian
Servile Slave
In a crowd this big, Adrian was easily ignored. With the metal in his mouth and chains behind his quarters, it was easy to see which side of society he stood on. Especially in here and he used that to his advantage. The little pegasus couldn't contain his curiousity and as soon as he was given the opportunity to leave Juliet's side, he did. He didn't go far, more so he could keep an eye on where Juliet was at, but he did explore the vast room as far as it went. He dodged nobles and danced around slaves, working his way around the room until he found himself by the food table. The table was long and filled with all kinds of edibles that made his stomach rumble at the sight. It didn't take him long to pick out the sweets of the table and gobble them up, working his way down to where a familiar face stood stuffing his own gullet with the cuisine. Adrian hadn't had much to do with Bolthor, the burly (and grumpy) pit fighter kept mostly to himself but the familiar face was comforting in the sea of strangers.
Not too much further away Adrian spotted Caesar and in turn Juliet. Grabbing a handful of treats, Adrian moved himself a little behind Bolthor to use the massive stallion as a shield of sorts. Hoping that Juliet might not see him behind the pit fighter, Adrian munched on the sugary treats, only pausing when he laid eyes on the kirin. "Oh wow, look at that Bolthor," Adrian nudged the pit fighter with his teke, "I never thought I'd see a kirin up close like this." It was perhaps the first time he'd actually spoken to the pit fighter, but Adrian wasn't thinking about that. His eyes were locked on the kirin in a child-like wonder.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Dec 20, 2017 14:24:53 GMT -6
Beau | Aodh | NobleBeau couldn't contain his excitement as he left for the party. Although he was alone, no slaves, parents, elders or familiars to guide him, he managed to find his way to the manor outside the city which he had rarely left in his short time in this world. In the time since he was left alone, he picked up many things from around Valore's Sol District. The skill to read was one of them, which was his biggest triumph in learning about the herd and all of Hireath. His golden and lavender bridle shone in the light as he entered the area where the other Nobles, Artisans and their slaves were. A tinge of jealousy ran through the young colt at the sight of all the beautiful equines with their beautiful slaves. I suppose this is something that'll come as I get older. he thought to himself as he attempted to mill around.
He noticed the crowd around the refreshments and...was that wine?! Beau's ears perked up. He had never had that before! His hooves clicked on the floor as he trotted over, the sound a bit higher pitched because his hooves were so small. He picked up some snacks and went over to a light colored mare swooning over a Kirin. This was the first Kirin he had ever seen in person, his young eyes were wide and filled with wonder and admiration. However, he saw that the other equine was a bit uncomfortable so he said nothing to them and aimed his welcome at Juliet and her slaves.
"Hello." murmured the boy with a polite smile. "This party seems like fun so far. It's so nice to meet you all, my name is Beau of House Thestios. It's a pleasure to meet you." He concluded with a bow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2017 20:58:41 GMT -6
The fighter's gaze lifted long enough to noticed Juliet coming his way. He stopped chewing, holding food in his mouth much like a chipmunk as she threatened the disappearance of food. He tipped his attention toward the slaves of the household, noticing how they glanced at him with uncomfort. Frowning, he finished what he had in his mouth. "Right." He replied shortly. As much as he liked scaring other slaves, he didnt want to do without food. His amber eyes watched as Juliet then floated away from him, leaving him to his own devices. He turned back to the table and continued on, but perhaps a little less.. aggressive this time.
It was then that he heard a rather small voice from beside him and startled, having not noticed Adrian sneak up beside him. His heart raced as he stared down at the smaller slave, his brow narrowed. He didnt interact with the pale kid very often, not that he was all too friendly with any of his master's slaves, but he couldnt remember a time he had actually spoken to Adrian. However, he had food in his belly, food in his grasp, and food spread out on the table before him. He could be agreeable for once in his life.
"Would you look at that." He replied, though didnt sound all too interested. He recognized Bale as a previous pit fighter, but Bolthor held little respect for a fighter leaving the pits for any reason other than death or terrible injury.. kirin or not. However, this was the first living Kirin he had ever laid eyes on, so he allowed himself to stare for a moment. After a brief moment of silence, he cleared his throat. "Ignacio is awfully bold." He muttered to Adrian before turning back to his feast of snacks.
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Post by unifangs on Dec 23, 2017 19:02:17 GMT -6
Coatl watches the other ogle the kirin. Of course, he takes his time to eye the strange creature himself before he continues sauntering around the room, watching the crowds around him wordlessly. For the moment he is comfortable and perhaps later on in the night he might indulge in a couple glasses of champagne to draw out his escape from sobriety. It is when he is approached that his head turns. Though the mare recognizes him he almost can’t say the same. Coatl tilts his head and studies her for a very long moment and shifts one of his metal legs, a soft noise coming when his artificial hoof touches the ground. He then decides to have some fun and play with the mare a bit.
“I guess it all depends on what you’re looking for,,” Coatl says with a slow smirk forming on his lips, each word coming out slowly and mildly slurred which he makes a subtle emphasis on. He decides to watch and wait to see what precisely this mare wants from him. “Have you now? Perhaps you’ve seen me lurking at the Crucible as that is where most people tend to know me from.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Dec 24, 2017 0:07:47 GMT -6
JULIET
There was little that could stop an eminent once something had caught their eye. Juliet was no exception. Having seen the Kirin make a dash for the kitchen, the Lady of House Marisol was on the hunt. Like a wolf cornering her prey she stepped forward only to suddenly be stopped by the dark color eminent adolescent. With a gracious smile and a gently nuzzle to his cheek Juliet smiled as if he was the sun itself, shining down on her. "Darling Eminent Beau. How you've grown. Look at your long strong legs!" With a small coo she tossed her head, settling those blonde golden locks perfectly over her neck and head. Gems chattered and chimed around her from the action, catching light perfectly to leave her almost shimmering.
"Would you like anything from the kitchen darling? I'm just heading over there to... check on something." With a small turn of her lips, the mare's smile shifted back into that of the huntress as she politely and gently stepped away from the boy. "I will be right back. Why don't you see if you can't get my pit fighter to talk to you. He has some very interesting stories from the ring I'm sure you'd love to hear." With a wink and a kiss to his cheek the mare was slipping through the kitchen doors.
And there he was.
With those tall antlers, muscular body and shimmering scales she was enamored. "My, my. The rumors where true!" The words came out in a sigh of awe. He was perfect. He would make wonderful babies with her. Stepping a bit closer she dipped her head once and held out a hoof. "Eminent Juliet of House Marisol, my dear. May I get your name?" Milan was all but ignored by the mares tunnel vision, seeing only the future father of some of her children.
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Post by brandvandet on Dec 24, 2017 0:41:44 GMT -6
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Cyndane knew implicitly that the feeling of release that swelled in her as her retinue traveled from Valore to Haven was simply a placebo effect from perception. The wide, sweeping vineyards of Haven, of her haven, were a backdrop that promised peaceful, pastoral times. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the saltwater bath she'd had carved in the garden and pray to the duality, Ignacio and Cascade alike that they'd make it through.
Apart from her internal struggle to reconcile her rage and compress it, her duties had actually become easier since Isador's ascension. No longer struggling to curve Aodhian law around a child king's foolish commands, the remaining advisors and Isador could simply govern. With the upcoming invasion, it was a relief that traded the weight of her worry with guilt. She wrestled viciously with a adolescent, idealistic desire to expose Isador's conspiracy and the sure knowledge that doing so would only earn her a grave and may only allow Isador to solidify his power further.
So, she retired to her resort home, as she had after Solaris's funeral. It was an action that should draw no suspicion from any studying her. To further alleviate any alarm, she invited a swath of Aodhians, carefully picked for sensation instead of potential support. Bale was a blessing, even as he threatened to drain her pantries in one night as his appearance gave her reason. Even the flippant Juliet, whose slave was doing nearly the same level of damage, was a defense.
Cyndane had stayed largely superficial the entire evening, greeting guests and granting requests but avoiding any conversations that even threatened to become involved. Instead, she watched. However, whatever seemed to be going on in the next room was enough to draw her attention and intervention. Following the group trailing into her kitchen, she was close enough to catch Milan’s stage whispers as well as Juliet’s advances.
“Milan, Bale, you’re both welcome to stay for an actual dinner,” she smiled gently. “Instead of badgering my staff.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 11:55:46 GMT -6
BALE
Bale swished his tail when Milan attempted to pull him away from the food. He knew he wasn't really behaving rationally, or well overall, but here he felt slightly safer. For a moment, at least. This whole party was like a battle he didn't know how to fight, with intricate social rules that didn't make all that much sense. Of course Milan had tried to explain, and so had the Flamen Ulysses. But he hadn't had all that long to learn. He didn't know how to make Milan happy, was the bottom line. And he could barely subdue the panic it was coiling into his stomach.
Bale did little to respond to Milan's tries to get him away from here. If they were here, they were fine. Until he heard a voice that was not familiar, and spun around to face the fairly small, pale mare. The fault to his plan was painfully obvious now that he felt cornered. What he wanted to do was stuff his mouth so that he simply couldn't answer, but he knew that wasn't proper. And he wasn't supposed to anger Eminents, that much he was aware of. He gave Milan a quick, helpless glance. He absolutely hated feeling helpless, it stirred up emotions that still lingered around from having been a slave. He didn't do well with emotions.
"I'm Bale. Just... Bale", he replied. It sounded curt but that was all there was. He glanced Milan again; right? He absolutely didn't know what to do with a bowing Eminent, so he nodded himself, watching not to hit the mare with his antlers. He had gotten a bit better at understanding their reach and the room they required around him.
He wasn't sure if he was relieved or even more terrified when the host of the party joined them as well. The gentle tone sent shivers down his spine - whenever Milan spoke gently when he wasn't actually happy was never a good thing. But obviously he didn't know the Adviser well enough to truly judge that, which was worrying. His tail did a little nervous swirling motion, the tip dancing from side to side and in circles.
"Yes, um, thank you, very kind. And sorry", he stammered out with an apologetic smile, slightly side stepping further from the food and nodding towards Cyndane. He was absolutely ready to leave the kitchen, but he couldn't exactly plough trough Juliet. This was a terrible, terrible idea.
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Post by ThatDenver on Dec 24, 2017 12:45:02 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan stopped badgering Bale to leave as a stranger entered the kitchen with them. They looked terrifyingly excited about Bale, and their introduction made it obvious that this fairly small roan was an Eminent. Milan felt a cold knot in the pit of his stomach, and then an angry ember, as despite the mortifying circumstances, it was easy enough to see what the Eminent was after.
Bale was his.
Milan might have objected to the Eminent’s advances – and not necessarily in a very courteous manner either, especially seeing how uncomfortable Bale was – but Advisor Cyndane made a timely visit to the kitchen, and Milan smiled at her with a combination of nervousness and gracefulness.
“Thank you, Advisor Cyndane”, he replied, nodding his head deeply, and giving Bale a slight kick with his back hoof to make him stop eating entirely: “We are grateful for the invitation, and would love to stay.”
He made a worried side glance at the other Eminent, but felt a little more comfortable in the knowledge that Cyndane was there, and seemed to favor them to at least some extent. He didn’t pretend to really know the highborn unicorn, but if she had gone through the trouble of inviting them, surely she was at least somewhat positive about this whole relationship.
He hoped.
Milan gave Bale a steady smile when he made an attempt at being polite, and then took a gentle hold of his antler with his teke, and began sidestepping Juliet to get out of the kitchen.
“We should move back to the main room, then”, he said decisively, leading Bale back towards the doorway, and the room where they had left the other guests, while also trying his very best to not let Bale just plow over the Eminent, which seemed like a real risk judging by the look in his eyes.
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Post by corruptedcorvid on Dec 27, 2017 2:03:26 GMT -6
[ Bellatrix ]
Her mother really couldn’t have allowed for her to stay home rather than attend such a party she knew wasn’t her taste at all. She was possibly the only one in her family who didn’t give a rats ass about gatherings such as these; the clothes, the people, just the occasion. What is the occasion? There didn’t seem to be anything special about the party, other than how especially bored she was feeling. Everyone else seemed to be having a ball, more appreciating of such gatherings and actually grateful for them as well as their own name should they be Nobles. Bellatrix kicked dirt on her own name everyday, she was lucky to still be breathing.
Her ears twitched, brown eyes on the rest of the equines who were actually interacting with one another. A lot of them seemed to be fawning over the Kirin that had entered the room, a former Pit Fighter as she knew, with his former owner. Looking him over, she couldn’t see what all the commotion was about. So what if he sported a pair of sparkling antlers, scales and pounds of extra fluff? There was nothing great about it. He was just like the rest of them, and seemed to lack about as much manners as she did. Her lips tipped up in amusement, for the first time that night, and she wondered the Hell her mother would go through if he was placed in their house.
It was a short lived amusement, another equine having entered the room and stealing her attention. The corners of her mouth dragged down into a frown, stealing the smile that had lit up her face momentarily, and instead replaced it with a look of disgust. Perhaps she hardly knew many of the guests at the party, but she knew of them. Juliet wasn’t on her list of favourites, though there weren’t many there to begin with, and the Noble irritated her with the way she pranced about and spoke and just… everything about her. Was she allowed to walk up and stick a hoof out to trip her? How much trouble would she get into then?
And just like the rest, she heard her go on about the Kirin which had her ears flatten and eyes roll. I still can’t see what’s so great about the stupid creature. Or about the party. It was just the slaves stuffing their faces, most of them, the Kirin being disobedient, if it could be put that way, and scolded, the rest chatting or flirting. Oh, there were just so many of the equines she wanted to go up to and exchange a few (rude) words with, but her hooves were planted firmly on the floor and she exhaled another sigh. Had she said enough times how bored she was feeling?
Her head shook, dipping low as she glanced from one side to the other. Surely she wouldn’t be missed if she happened to sneak out. Standing alone at one end of the room, she bet she wasn’t even seen by most or her presence wasn’t one of importance. All she needed was a good path and an exit and she could leave the party behind.
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Dec 28, 2017 17:36:29 GMT -6
Beau | Aodh | Noble Beau couldn't help but raise his head proudly in the presence of the other Nobles, especially Juliet. He admired her social prowess very much, for watching others at parties was all he could do to try and learn how to act without either of his parents or any other relatives or slaves to teach him. Books only went so far in that respect. This was his first big party without his parents so he had to make a great impression though he was so young. He had to hold up the House name. When she made a point of mentioning how he's grown and how strong his legs were, he lifted a front one and shook his mane. Just like Dad. he thought to himself, a smile playing at his lips. However before he could say much more, Juliet stated she needed to get to the kitchen and pointed him in the direction of her slave to go and talk to while she was gone. He had never spoken to a pit fighter before, just heard stories of them. So, with his ears swiveling around in confusion as he made his way over to the refreshments table.
He was a bit afraid of the slaves, for while Juliet and the other Nobles reminded him of family, the slaves were much bigger and stranger to him. Once he reached the table he took a couple small snacks and ate them politely. His purple gaze swept the room and, with no one safe for the little Noble to approach (at least in his mind) he wandered towards another table...the beverages table. Maybe they'll take me seriously if I enjoy a bit of this like them. he mused to himself and used his teke to get himself a glass of dark red wine. He sipped it and liked the sweetly bitter taste, so he kept on drinking the stuff. It was too gradual for him to notice, but his vision was starting to get blurry...
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Post by Disastercorn on Jan 2, 2018 19:36:14 GMT -6
 JULIET
She had the kirin in her sights and nothing was going to change that. Well, almost nothing.
As Cyndane made her entrance into the kitchen, Juliet raised a hoof, expecting to be acknowledged and yet, nothing to do with her came from the advisor's lips. Shock coated her face and stole her breath. The artisan and the Kirin where being given a kind free pass to move back out of the kitchen and the eminent in her glorious outfit and perfectly untamed tamed mane was left with her mouth slightly open and staring. Gaze flickered to the red colored mare, nearly unable to bite back the whine that wanted to ooze from her throat and float around the pair. Instead the privileged equine waited for Cyndane to leave and then took a moment to feel hurt before placing on the party mask.
The doors swung open and Juliet pranced right over to the champagne table, but something was definitely off about the mare. She had been burned, she felt. With a small hoof stomp past Bolthor, demanding him to follow her, remain close to her, she lifted a glass from the table and clinked it gently against Beau's. "Don't drink too much now love. This stuff can go to your head like nothing else. Bolthor, darling, please don't leave my side for the rest of tonight."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 21:57:10 GMT -6
Bolthor was keeping himself quite happily content by the food table with Aiden beside him, however, upon raising his head as Juliet passed, he got the feeling that it wasnt going to last much longer. His brow narrowed as he watched her prance to the kitchen, only to be shot down by both the mare running the party and the Kirin his master was trying so hard to woo. His head lowered in an attempt to hide, perhaps to be passed over as she stopped passed him with a sour expression, but he was not so lucky. She demanded he stay at her side, which meant leaving behind his precious treats.
Looking back to the table, he fought the urge to tell her no. He had been slowly warming up to her, but he still felt rebellious tendencies brewing in the pit of his stomach when she ordered around like she did. However, he could tell by the look on her face that if he tried anything, he would certainly be asking for it.
With a sigh in defeat, the pit fighter scooped up a few more bits of food before turning and stepping in place at Juliet's side. His massive form towered her lithe figure, his golden eyes hard as he stared ahead, slipping back into the composure of seasoned fighter instead of starving slave.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 3, 2018 7:02:23 GMT -6
AdrianServile Slave
Adrian was rather enjoying using Bolthor as his shield. The pit fighter's mass was certainly doing the job, and Adrian found very few even looked in his direction. That was until Juliet came over. Adrian slinked back behind Bolthor, certain that in a moment's notice Juliet would be calling him by the pet name he'd given her and demanding something from him. Except...she didn't notice him. Either that or she ignored him, which was far unusual for her for him to accept as fact. Adrian glanced at Bolthor, almost saddened to see the pit fighter leave his side. But that didn't stop him from pressing himself up against the wall as Bolthor moved to follow Juliet. When they left, Adrian slumped and sighed in relief, staring at all of the empty dishes that Bolthor had left behind. Damn that fighter could eat. Turning away from the snack table, Adrian looked back over to the kirin. He'd heard the stories, of course he had. It was impossible not to considering who owned him. The pit fighter-turned-kirin. It was a fairy tale come to life and Adrian couldn't help but think of how lucky they were. If Ignacio turned him into a kirin, then he would never have to wear these damned chains again. Watching Juliet and Bolthor disappear into the crowd, his mind began to set into motion. Maybe the kirin would know how it happened? Perhaps...just maybe they would talk to him? Maybe? Juliet would probably kill him for it. But...Adrian had to try. He just had to.
Adrian slipped into the crowd and began to nonchalantly head towards the kirin.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 14:06:29 GMT -6
Bale
Bale’s neck tensed for a passing second as Milan grabbed a hold of his antler, but then let himself be lead away subtly, making sure not to brush against the pale Eminent. He felt more at ease when Milan was in charge, and relaxed slightly. He knew pressure and release, it was ingrained so deeply within his backbone he wasn’t sure it would ever go away.
As Juliet followed them after a moment, Bale instinctively held his breath. And as he watched the hippocampus storm further away, he let the air out of his lungs slowly. He was fine. He could do this.
After the intervention he didn’t really dare touch the food, and he had been promised a dinner anyway. When he felt less cornered and panicky, he was actually looking forward to it a bit. He had only ever had proper meals made by Milan, and he was curious. Food was a fairly safe subject. He hoped.
Bale didn’t really focus on the chain reaction in Juliet’s slaves, but he did notice when the fairly petite pegasus made his way closer. He assessed the chains in the bat wings, feeling a pang of deep hate in his gut. That wasn’t a nice way to treat a slave, especially a young slave. Seeing things like that made him hope he could have saved them all, but he had no idea how he could have done something like that, even if he knew the Fire God didn’t approve of slavery.
He didn’t say anything at first - slaves hadn’t really addressed him much after he had been made a free citizen, and he wasn’t exactly sure if this one would either. But when he was pretty sure he was the intended target of the approach and didn’t need to raise his voice in order to be heard over the party, he simply said: “Hey there.”
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 3, 2018 14:20:36 GMT -6
MILAN
Milan felt relieved when Bale followed his tug on the antler, and as they settled back to their old roles for a moment, he also felt more comfortable, more at home. He knew that wasn’t really how free people were supposed to interact, but it worked.
And Ignacio damn it, his kirin was so stubborn that sometimes some antler pulling was the only way to get anything done at all.
Ideal? No.
Effective? Yes.
Back in the main room, he watched as the pale Eminent who had cornered them earlier made her way through the room, grabbing what he could only assume was her pit fighter to stand close by. Milan noted the somewhat familiar face of the courtesan whose name he couldn’t recall, talking to a dark unicorn. There was also what could only be described as a child moving through the room with a glass of something that looked suspiciously like alcohol, and a hippocampus – possibly eminent – who looked about ready to just leave the party behind.
Honestly, he wouldn’t mind. Bale would feel more at ease after the party, and as a result, so would he.
Milan had mostly been paying attention to the guests milling around the room, trying to guess their life stories and reasons for being there. It seemed about as productive as this party was going to get for him – he couldn’t exactly go socializing with others freely if he had to keep an eye on Bale, and bringing Bale into a discussion at such an occasion would just mean that people got distracted by the kirin. Due to not really paying attention what Bale was doing that very second, as the kirin was standing quietly for once, he was surprised to hear Bale’s voice.
He hadn’t expected Bale to talk to anyone, and curious, Milan whipped his head around to see a petite, winged slave with tied wings, making their way directly towards them.
First, there was a harshness in his eyes at the approach, but then it softened to something akin to pity. The boy looked not even fully grown, and his rare wings were tied with the gentlest cruelty.
Softly, Milan pulled himself closer to Bale, resting his head against the kirin’s fluffy and scaled neck, but said nothing, merely watching the slave with sad, soft eyes.
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Post by Ehrendi on Jan 6, 2018 19:47:42 GMT -6
AdrianServile Slave
I shouldn't be doing this. Adrian thought, holding his breath as he walked through the crowd eminents, artisans and wealthy merchants. He was small and relatively unnoticeable, the metal bit between this gums was a sore reminder of his place in this society and that marked him as something to be ignored. At least that was a plus, perhaps Juliet wouldn't notice him. At least not straight away.
Adrian didn't head directly towards the kirin, but perhaps his approach was not as subtle as he was thinking. Adrian felt his body tense and his eyes widen as the kirin spoke to him. He looked across at the Eminent beside him, with an almost questioning look before glancing back that golden scales of the kirin. He lowered his head in a small but respectful bow, "your Eminences," he took a quick look over his shoulder, his long pale tail flicking nervously. He tried to spot the familiar flash of pink from Juliet, but as he looked he realised with a sinking heart that he couldn't find her. He would have to be fast. Adrian looked to the kirin, feeling his excitement and nerves set in. "Are the stories true? Were you really a pit fighter? T-that you actually met Ignacio and he made you like this?" The questions came out fast, but the awe behind them was evident. He knew he probably shouldn't be addressing such them in such a manner and that he really risked getting into deep trouble but this was his only chance. If there was any kind of slither of hope that Adrian could get away from Juliet...this was the way. His eyes were hopeful as they looked across at the pair.
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Post by brandvandet on Jan 7, 2018 21:15:18 GMT -6
cyndane
Cyndane acknowledged Milan and Bale’s acceptance of her invitation with a smile. Wfter they left, she followed. Sweeping out of the side room, she paused only slightly to hear the delicate clicks of Juliet’s hooves following. She had been prepared to reenter if the Eminent had been determined to stay in the kitchen. Instead she headed away.
She could guess Juliet was likely frustrated, even if the other woman was keeping it out of her tone well. After all, Cyndane would have been if the situation were reversed. In the light of her other worries, the advisor could seem to bring herself to care. A garden variety scandal like that could even be more armor for her seclusion. And blessing of blessings, Juliet even dragged the bottomless pit of her pit slave away from the tables.
She caught the eye of one of her household and nodded to the platters Bolthor had been eating off. Within moments they were cleared and she was confident clean, full dishes would be brought out shortly. As Cyndane glanced around the rest of the area, she noted again how Ana had taken her order to invite anyone available very seriously.
Gaining a glass of her own production of chianti, she made her way to join Nova and Coatl. “Welcome, “ she said, graciousness coming naturally to her. “Is there anything I can have brought over?”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 13:55:08 GMT -6
BALE
It took a few moments before Bale realized that ‘your Eminences’ was meant towards him and Milan, and instead he glanced around to see if he had missed someone else standing right beside them. Then the lightbulb went on, and he looked back at the small pegasus. He was happy Milan was close - close enough to feel. He hadn’t planned on really speaking to anyone during the party, and he really needed the quiet presence, or more so the quiet approval.
“Yes”, he answered simply, with a small and warm smile towards the young slave. He glanced around, trying to see if there was someone in particular they needed to worry about while talking.
“I was a slave, and I did meet Ignacio. He molded me himself, after which I was freed”, he confirmed, his eyes flickering with many emotions. His voice was rather low, trying not to catch the attention of too many equines around.
“This might not be the place to talk freely. I work at the Vatros Sanctum, if you can manage a visit sometime… I could tell you more”, he said, his slitted eyes assessing the pale equine. He didn’t know if a slave that was chained like this could have the freedom of a visit, but it was really the only thing he had to offer right now. And how he wished he could have done more for the boy.
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