villanesque
Nebula
"So that's it? What, we some kind of Starborn Alignment?"
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Post by villanesque on Jan 25, 2018 0:50:24 GMT -6
Fighting Stripes
Plot
Life in Onea is quite an adventure of itself, whether you're a valkyrie or a travelling merchant. As Chekilla finds herself being hassled by two Vagabonds, Addeva is there to swoop in and lend a helping hoof, though what the two didn't expect was to see a familiar face after all these years. Setting
Sometime after Chapter 5, Mid-Winter, lightly snowing at mid-noon, a day's way from Skeldr Town. CharactersAddevaValkyrieChekillaTravelling Merchant i couldn't think of a good title name
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villanesque
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"So that's it? What, we some kind of Starborn Alignment?"
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Post by villanesque on Jan 25, 2018 0:51:09 GMT -6
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ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 | Traveling Merchant↢
On the War Lord's road it was rather quiet, with few other travelers dotting the path, and as of now Chekilla was totally alone...which wasn't unsettling because by now she was quite used to that.
But there was a slight problem with that: Chekilla wasn't really alone after all.
For a moment, Chekilla began to feel like she was being watched. At first she brushed it off as a figment of her imagination, or simply Kaia giving her a watchful eye from above. But then after a while the zonkey realized that whatever this feeling was, it wasn't the slightest bit benign.
There! Finally the merchant heard the soft thuds of hoofbeats and it became clear what was happening. Not only was she being watched, she was also being followed. Chekilla stopped and looked around. She still saw no one, but there was definitely someone there.
"It's not nice to sneak up on mares when they're on their own," Chekilla called out nervously as she unhooked her harness. There was silence, and then--
"Oh well then forgive us, little lady." The zonkey nearly jumped out of her own skin as a silver pony crept out from the foliage on the roadside He wasn't terribly big and was around Chekilla's size. but carried a rather unpleasant atmosphere that was hard to miss. "We won't bother you for long."
"As long as you cooperate that is," added another voice. Another pony, a silver dapple, came sauntering out, his eyes flickering between both the merchant and his companion. He seemed rather nervous to be here. Suddenly things began to look even worse than before.
"Awww crap." Chekilla looked at the unpleasant pair anxiously. She had a bad feeling about this. It seemed that after months of almost smooth-travelling, the merchant found herself in quite a dangerous predicament. "Who are you, Bloody Flanks? Vagabonds?" She shook her head hurriedly. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Can we not do this right now?"
"What's the matter?" The first pony demanded, stepping closer. "You are a merchant, yes? We're just humble customers, so why don't we conduct business with each other?"
But something told the zonkey that "conducting business" with these two meant something more malicious than they worded it. If there was going to be any transaction between the three of them, it would be the forceful withdrawal of Chekilla's shards.
"I'd rather we didn't." Chekilla kept it short as she backed herself and the cart away from the two, but unfortunately she wasn't a very fast equine. She was lucky enough that she had undid her harness when she had the chance. The silver pony was upon her almost instantly.
"You don't really have a choice in that matter," he sneered, and Chekilla could smell the pungent smell of liquor in his breath. She scowled at him while tensing herself in anticipation. While the vagrant was confident, what he didn't realize was that he wasn't messing with a fragile mare, but a former farmer hardened by intense labor. With a squeal, Chekilla pivoted as quickly as she could and kicked her hind legs outward, striking her enemy square on the face. He staggered back with a yelp.
"Bad move!" The stallion's nostrils flared as he came at the zonkey again. The his smaller friend circled the duo and the cart eagerly.
"Back off or I'll kick you both this time!" Chekilla warned, but a small waver began to creep into her voice as it heightened into a high-pitched yell. There was no way she could take on two horses at once.
She was trapped.
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Word Count: 720
OOC: Hope this starting post is okay!
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