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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 26, 2018 22:25:12 GMT -6
Time: Late Evening; A week after Chapter V
Location: Valore; A Lonely Alleyway
The lack of metal in his mouth was unfamiliar. It had been... Years, since he had last truly walked in public without a contraption of metal and leather on his face. Now... Both his collar, his bridle... The brand on his shoulder... It was all gone. The touch of a god on his brow had broken the chains of slavery that held him.
His shoulder still ached and stung from where he had been branded a second time, this time, to mar the dragon that had marked his enslavement. To make his freedom official. Despite that, it had been difficult to adjust. Twelve years of imprisonment. Most of those years spent with a collar around his neck. And now, with a few words from a God, he was just... Free. The Flamens had defended him in the court, verifying what had been seen and heard. And now he was walking among the Aodhians, not as a slave, but as a citizen.
It was just... Odd. Omar clung to what was still familiar, still the same. Demetrius. Once he told himself he would never find another lover. Not until he killed his father. The night he had received his blessing, the fire that burned in his soul now with a warmth and thriving life, something had changed in his heart. He saw reason, realized that if he had not killed Kronos with himself, and four other skilled Raiders, there was no chance of him doing it by himself.
He had accepted his fate, his life in Aodh. His heart became gentled.... and open... He met Demetrius, and his heart beat that much faster for the first time in years. Now he stood in the lone alley where he and Dem met, a small bundle of flowers clutched close to his chest, shifting uneasily on his feet. Although he was free, Demetrius was not. He wanted to give him gifts, but... Creed, Demetrius' owner was not kind. Obsessive. He might grow angry with anything bigger then small things. Flowers, bought with the first of his money he actually earned himself... To give to Dem.
Sucking in a small breath, Omar gently fussed with his new cloak, draped over his shoulder to shield his brand. He hoped he didn't scare Demetrius too much looking like this...
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Post by dunbull on Feb 17, 2018 1:10:44 GMT -6
Cloven hooves treaded lightly along the paved path, tall limbs carrying the heavy mule in long, somewhat brisk strides. His bridle clung tight to his face, the somewhat warm metal in his mouth a familiar feeling. Sharp ears brushed against his neck as he kept his pace quick, brows raised up a tad to express his excitement with his current situation.
Sneaking out of his master's home, his home, was beginning to feel natural for him, though it still left him feeling jittery, as this was something he knew he could potentially be beaten for.
It was something he was used to, though; the ugly, somewhat fresh scars on his back were forgotten about as he rationalized such thingsHe could survive Creed, just like he had for years.
With a small shake of his head, he furrowed his brows, giving a slight thought to the prior weeks events. He couldn't deny that he was still shaken from it; the familiar and unwelcome feeling of fire still occasionally flicked at his shoulders as if it were present and real. Like most of the pain he'd endured in his life, he suppressed his feelings of anxiety towards the whole ordeal, barely, and continued on with his existence, apathetic to his problems as always. Eventually his anxiousness and grief would bubble up to the surface, though he hoped today wouldn't be that day.
With his thoughts on the situation ignored,
Demetrius but back a sigh, raising his head as he approached the alleyway where he regularly came to meet the light in his bleak life, his singular source of hope- Omar. Tossing a hesitant, final glance over his shoulder, he'd turn, taking a few steps into the dim area before he faced forward and paused. His warm golden stare landed on the cloaked figure for a few moments, jaw slipped shut as he stood his ground despite his nerves feeling as if they were prodding him to move; he'd inhale sharply, a hoof half raised, poised as if he were ready to turn on a dime.
After taking another silent moment to stare, he visibly calmed down, his tense muscles relaxing upon recognizing Omar. He gave a small, almost unnoticeable tilt of his head as he moved forward, brows raised inquisitively as he almost instinctively nudged his cheek in a gentle, yet confused manner. Why wasn't he wearing his bridle? He cocked his head to the side, eyeing first his cloak, and then the flowers clutched by his chest. Where did he get all of that?
"Omar," His name left his lips softly as he took a small step back, slightly embarrassed with his actions. "Where's your bridle? It's dangerous to not have it on." Words of concern spilled out of the slave as he shifted between his hooves, warm gaze searching Omar's features worriedly; he'd offer up his own bridle just to make sure he wouldn't end up in trouble. Heaving an exhausted sigh from his chest in order to calm himself down a notch, he then spoke up once more. "..Where did you get all of this? Did your master give you gifts?" He inquired, finding the situation both puzzling and heart racing.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 17, 2018 12:25:38 GMT -6
Omar heard footsteps approaching quickly. It sounded like Dem. He'd heard them enough times. He always had to be careful. It could be a chevalier, or someone else. He lightly scuffed the ground with his hoof, trying not to look too suspicious. He... He still disliked Aodh, the customs... But he did not want to do something that might result in the loss of his freedom.
He glanced up at the footsteps halting, ears pricking at the sight of the mule. But fear dug into the pit of his stomach. He worried that he had done something wrong by coming here like this. He took a half step forward, a soft "Dem," falling from his lips. He looked scared. Startled. Kaia, Ignacio, help him. He didn't care who. But this was... The last thing he could ever want.
His own shoulders were tense with worry, simply watching the other and quietly hoping that things would be okay. But then Dem seemed to relax and move forward. Omar heaved a small sigh of relief. Thank the Gods... His own stance loosened some, and he returned the gentle nudge, ears flicking. He let Dem look over everything. It was... A lot to take in, he knew that... It had been a lot for HIM to take in too.
Omar dipped his head slightly, his cheek warming a bit. He took a deep breath at the questions. He knew they would come. "It's... It's a really long story... But in short, for now... Ignacio freed me a week ago. Permanently. I'm... A commoner now." He started, glancing at the cloak. "Ah... The Flamens were all there, they feel, I don't know, some kind of responsibility for me and my adjustment. One took me shopping, Kaia above, it was the most boring shite I've been on yet." He glanced down at the flowers then up to Demetrius. "A-Ah, I've... I've found work too, a-and I wanted to get you something with my first paycheck," he quickly added, holding out the flowers with a small smile, his cheeks warming. "I know Creed might get... Upset with something more, but I thought he couldn't get mad at just flowers?"
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