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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 23:02:03 GMT -6
Life Saver Evan | Seran
Time of Day: Evening Weather: Cool and slightly breezy Location: Torrine Timeline: After Chapter 3
Evan seeks out the guardian who defied his herd and saved her life during the attack, finding Seran to thank. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 19:15:59 GMT -6
The cool air sent a shiver down the pegasus's spine, the breeze playing with her messy mane and tail. Her adrenaline was still pumping after the attack on Talori and sorting the Talorians into Torrine. Not to mention, her eye that had just been newly removed. A ghost pain shot through her skull with each step, the blood still fresh on her cheek bone. She was grateful for the quick work of the medic.. and the help of a guardian who had saved her.
She walked Torrine in search of him, scanning the faces of Talorians and Flock alike. It wouldnt be hard to find the stallion. He was a few years younger than her, large... very large, and with a coat the color of white caps on the ocean. He was a thick stallion, build with a heavy coat and large muscles on a draft form. His wings were enormous with stark white feathers. He certainly stuck out like a sore hoof, and it did not take her long to find him.
Spotting the guardian among the others, she shuffled her colorful wings against her side. She didnt know his name, or how to address him. He had saved a terrorist; it would be wrong to call him a guardian. The Talorians would be quick to disown him when they learned of his actions.
Evan was not one to linger, though. She adjusted the bandanna around her neck before taking on a soft trot toward the massive stallion, which she instantly regretted as pain shot through the side of her face. Pulling herself to a halt a few feet away, she squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the pain to fade.
"Hey, big guy." She called, trying for a more chipper tone, but her voice laced with pain instead. She forced her ears to flick toward the stallion, tipping her head in order to meet his stunning golden eyes. Damn, he was tall. Her neck was going to start to hurt if she had to stare at him like this the whole time.
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Post by Sealoon on Jan 16, 2018 12:56:52 GMT -6
Betrayal was ripe on his tongue, pounding in his skull, the thump of a body, a single eye of amber. He moved through the crowds in a haze, turning a deaf ear to the terrori- the Freedom Flight recruits who beckoned him. They were smart enough not to stand in his way. He averted his gaze from the others who had been captured in Torrine - the pegasi who had been beaten, falling to their knees for their heroes. The youthful surging to a cause. A purpose. The old- what was he? Where was he was supposed to be? Aquore was his home. Talori was his herd. And yet he betrayed them.
The guardian hadn't expected it. He had called out to Seran, panic lacing his voice as the sunset mare, a spitfire of words and feathers, fought him back. Losing as he took her eye. Seran wished he had hesitated in that moment. Wished he had unfurled the steady loyalty he was revered for. But they had shoved him into a damn prison no matter his loyalty, all because of his wings-
Those wings had exploded from his sides as he threw the stallion to the ground. A spectacle Alya would be proud of as the mighty Pegasus pinned his adversary, snow-white feathers spread wide and hooves digging into skin.
The mare fled, and Seran left the guardian knocked out in the pathway. He slipped into the crowds, but he knew he wouldn't go unnoticed.
He didn't think he cared.
It didn't surprise him, then, that she found him. He glimpsed a peach feather out of the corner of his eye, a wild mess of gold, a single amber eye. He stopped for her. Stopped for the pain that tightened the lines of her face and traced her voice. He had to arch his neck to look at her fully; yellow eyes that left little to the imagination as he eyed her injury.
"He was always good with knives," he referred to the guardian who had attacked her. There was a flatness to his voice, but the press of his lips, the flicker of his eyes, gave away his concern. He was never one to keep it hidden for long. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough." All he was good for was protecting, and it hadn't been enough for her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 22:08:41 GMT -6
The mare's brow raised as the stallion stopped and looked at her, arching his neck in order to meet her gaze as well. An amused smile braced her lips. What an odd pair they were; one scraping the sky and the other down with the ants. Her lips pursed as he spoke of the guardian who had attacked her, claiming he had been good with knives. The little mare winced, feeling a pain in her chest as she remembered the feeling of the cold blade meeting her bone, scraping against her eye just enough for it to cause immense pain until it was removed. Fluttering her soft wings to hide the shudder that coursed through her spine, she shook her head, messy mane bouncing against her neck.
"Not your fault." She said, brushing off his apology with a half hearted chuckle. "I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am trained for explosives and attacking from a distance. I should have not gotten in the middle of the action." She winked to the stallion, but found her brow narrowing. Now, with only one eye, how would she wink when all it looked like was blinking? A scowl found her lips, but only for a moment, at the thought. Damn, flirting was just made one hundred times harder.
Shaking the thought from her mind, she took in a soft breath. "Actually, I came to find you to thank you." She started, turning her attention back to the towering white stallion, her tail feathers settling at her fetlocks. "Even though you dont feel like you did enough, you really did save my life." She could only imagine the internal turmoil the stallion had gone through in such a situation; aiding a terrorist in the middle of an attack with his people all around him. Evan herself had joined the Flight the easy way- slipping out in the night with no one to see her betrayal.
"So.. i owe ya one." She grinned, flicking her messy forelock from her eye.
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Post by Sealoon on Jan 17, 2018 19:37:17 GMT -6
If he hadn't been watching her so closely, caught up in her healing wounds, the boldness of her character, perhaps - simply - the blush of color to her wings, he would have missed the way she faltered. His lips pressed tight, a muscle in his shoulder twitching as he kept himself from enveloping her in his wings so the world might not see the way she hurt. He spoke of her attacker with a frankness that bordered on familiarity - he should have kept it to himself.
But the smaller mare didn't need his help. She was on her mark, yellow curls defying gravity, bright and very much alive as she easily dodged his apology. He found himself blinking out of his haze as she deftly grasped his attention with explosives, said so casually he might have missed it. She was a bomber. Stuck between two worlds, Seran wasn't sure if he should despise her for her guiltless task or honor her for the skill she possessed.
His thoughts were briefly distracted by her scowl. Had she read his thoughts? Dammit, he didn't need this - whatever it was she thought she could gain from seeking him out.
He was just beginning to turn away, welcoming the haze that beckoned him, when she thanked him. He heard it often. Mares he had saved from drunkards, children who had lost their kite to the trees, prisoners he shielded from their victims. She was one of the few that thought they owed him anything. "You don't owe me," he corrected with a narrowed glance.
He continued to turn away, the crowds quietly parting for him. "It's my job to protect-" Was it anymore? The bulky stallion paused, and a young passing mare nearly ate a face full of fur. Where was he going to go?
Begrudgingly, Seran turned around to the bomber. "What are they doing with the prisoners?" he asked, referring to those the Flight had helped released from Torrine. He needed direction - of any kind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 22:22:05 GMT -6
A smirk found her lips as the stallion claimed she didnt owe him anything. Oh honey, she thought to himself. This stallion, who she didnt know the name, didnt know who she was either. Anyone who knew Evan knew that she was one to return a favor and then some. She kept track, and she was not going to let herself fall behind. However, she kept that to herself, ready to aid him whenever he showed that he needed it. She could tell it would be a tough task. He was a strong stallion himself and nothing about him showed that he would never need the help of a tiny mare like her, but.. she would keep her ear to the ground.
She watched as he turned to leave, stretching out a hoof to follow, but he quickly paused. Her ears flicked forward in curiosity as another smaller mare nearly collided with him, the rest of the crowd parting. She held her head a little higher, glancing at the faces of the crowd before looking back to Seran. Huh. She would have to stick close to this one. Imagine how much easier getting through crowds would be if others could actually see her! Or, him, for that matter..
Evan's ears shifted to the side as he asked what of the prisoners, and her mind returned to the subject at hand. She took a step closer to him, as close as she could without the others overhearing their talk.
"Supporters will be asked to help aid us." She replied, her fiery gaze flickering as she glanced back at the crowd once more. "The others, well, they will get a taste of their own medicine." Her wings shifted at her words, fluttering as her brow narrowed. She did not like the idea of Torrine and prisoners just as much as the next guy, but.. These equine, loyal Talorians, had slaughtered pegasi for years. They were dangerous in her eyes. If they had no problem killing those who were of a different species - a child even - what would stop them from doing it now? After the Flight had overcome them?
She glanced back to Seran, her gaze soft. She hoped he understood. There was a lot to take in after the events that had occurred.
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Post by Sealoon on Jan 20, 2018 20:19:38 GMT -6
He was greeted with fire when he had only ever known the calm of waters. She sparked with a heat that rivaled the ice of his manner, creating a presence with her honest response. She held his attention. His ears swiveled forward, and his brow dipped low. Join them, she said, or face the consequences of their actions.
A surge of resentment came to him - for all he had witnessed, for all he hadn't done, for all the loyalty to his herd that had long twisted his morals. Until it took a child's sacrifice to bring him to his senses. He had been numb before. Cold, frozen, distant. If he didn't think about the events, then they couldn't grasp his emotions and cause him to falter in his profession. It took years to climb, and it would take one misstep for him to fall - to have his wings stripped, too.
He latched upon the softness to her eye. The reality of her. He had saved her because of the severity of the moment. The glint of metal, the tearing of skin, the splash of blood. She hadn't been a terrorist then. She had been the filly as her wings were torn and she was tossed into the sea. She was something good when the rest of the world felt so wrong.
And he realized, then, that he supported a cause he had long been taught to suppress.
His gaze dipped to the design of her bandanna, the intricate jewel at its front, so she might not see the beginnings of change that called to him. "What of those who are unsure?" he asked of her as if she might have all his answers. A deep line formed between his brows. "Who are caught in-between? A loyalty to their home, but with newfound recognition?" He shifted, dipping his head until his forehead was posed at her level, the broken bowing before their savior.
When he looked up, there was a tiredness in his eyes. "I am Seran, the Guardian who saved a terrorist. What does that make me?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 21:15:42 GMT -6
She watched as his features changed. He was no longer a firm wall, emotions cast aside as he stood to protect. He was softening. Tired, as he took in all this information. She felt it too. The past events had not only worn her body but her soul as well. She had never wanted any of this to happen, but.. the pegasi had not asked to die. The child certainly did not deserve her fate.
She bit her lip as he questioned her, her gaze darting to her hooves for a moment. What of those unsure? What of those who did not know who to side with anymore? Well, she did not have an answer for that, so she kept her lips pressed together, her eye turning back to look at him carefully. Its not that she only didnt have an answer, but that was not for her to decide. The Primary would take care of those who could not choose a side..
Her ears flicked forward as he dipped his head in her direction, his face leveling with hers. It was then that she realized how truly large he was; his head dwarfing hers and casting a shadow across her face. She did not falter, though, she was used to being an ant among giants.
She let a smile play across her lips as he introduced himself, asking what was to become of him. She bit her tongue, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly.
"Well, Seran," She started, keeping her voice low. "That is for you to decide. It seems as though your heart has already chosen, since you decided to save me, but are you going to listen to it?"
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Post by Sealoon on Jan 22, 2018 13:12:30 GMT -6
His tele ran once through his forelock, smoothing it back from where it had fallen and had been left to hang. Listen to his heart? What a stubborn organ it was. It reminded him of nearly forty years of loyalty to the herd by the sea. His parents, his sisters, his comrades, his citizens. Warm nights and cool winters, fiery sunsets and pale mornings. But then his heart reminded him of the bullies - those that teased him for his size, and those he stomped off when they plucked the feathers from a young pegasus. The twisted who were delighted by the death of the winged, as if Cascade loved only those who bore her fins.
Had it chosen his path in that moment? Guided his hand towards the moral high ground? He wondered if his heart was gray, instead, wanting to protect those that needed it most no matter who he was loyal to.
He watched her, his gaze shifting from her wound to her smile to the curious tilt of her head. He drew his face back up, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Yes, if you put it that way." He leaned back a fraction as he took her in fully for the first time. She wasn't young, rough around the edges as she was, with an aura that reminded him of her profession. "What were you doing on the ground, anyway?" he asked, his tone level - objective - as if his guardian roots weren't yet loosened.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2018 23:52:33 GMT -6
"Yes, if you put it that way."
The mare let a smirk find her lips at his response, letting out a breath she didnt know she was holding. She was used to the dirty looks and the sneers she got from Talori supporters.. and the guardians were the worst. She didnt blame them. She and her fellow Flock had caused havoc in their home, the very home that they had sworn to protect. In that way, Evan felt sympathy for them, but it did not last long.
They had killed a child, adding her wings to their pile of past cut, and that was not something was able to forgive.
She watched as he leaned back, and she did the same, resting a hoof with a slump of her dappled hip. Her brow quirked at his smile, as subtle as it was. That was a smile she wanted to see, a pegasus who found his place within the conflict. The place of justice.
The pony's ear twitched as he spoke, filling the silence that had settled with his deep voice. He asked what she had been doing on the ground, and she found herself chuckling.
"You cant keep a girl out of a fight." She replied, her words followed with a laugh. "I may be trained for bombing, but that wont stop me from interfering if those on the ground need back up."
In reality, Evan wanted to learn how to fight hoof to hoof, but her small form had always made it easy for her opponent to throw her around. She found the distance to be more reliable, giving her the chance to evaluate the danger as it approached her, rather than it sneaking up on her.
She narrowed her gaze ever so slightly, fixating her attention on the snowy stallion before her. "What about you?" She asked curiously. "Whats are you good at, Seran?" She knew guardians often had specialties, but she had never been allowed to investigate them. Her mother claimed taking interest in such a rank was unfeminine.. unladylike..
Snorting at the thought, she shuffled a wing against her side. If only she could see me now.
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