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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 22:50:37 GMT -6
What are We Doing Here
Evan | Milo
Plot:
Now living as war criminals in the land of Sedo, Evan and Milo find themselves out of place
Time of Day: Late Evening
Weather: Cooling down from a warm day
Location: Osulas
Timeline: After Chapter 5 |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 23:00:11 GMT -6
Night was quickly settling, the stars sparkling overhead and the moon shining from the corner of the mare's eye. A cool breeze drifted through the city, pushing out from the heat of the day. Evan laid atop of the canyon that many called "Osulas." She didnt care to be in the caves or the tunnels.. they were restricting.. claustrophobic. She preferred to lay on the edge, her good leg dangling over the rocky lip, the breeze in her messy hair. Her ears were turned back, making note of the farmers that bustled behind her, but they paid the small pegasus no mind.
Evan was not happy here in Sedo. She had been carted away against her will, her leg had been removed and replaced, and now she was stuck with sand in her eyes and dust in her lungs. She couldnt take a step without a Seroran's eyes on her; she felt so exposed.
She missed Aquore. She missed her Flight family. Those of the Flock who had decided to integrate into the Serora herd were as good as dead to her now.. Cowards, taking the easy way out. Damn cowards.
She looked to her new leg, the golden metal shimmering under the light of the moon. She admired the small details Sesil had given it, such as the leather tie and ruby joints. While she had been stubborn at fist, and probably hadnt made the best first expression, Sesil was the only damn Seroran she found herself able to tolerate.
Sighing, she dropped her head to the dust, hanging it over the edge of the canyon as she peered upon those below. She stretched her colorful wings out beside her, holding them up so her feathers could feel the breeze before letting them settle at her side.
Her ears pricked as she heard someone approaching, and she closed her eye. Assuming it was one of those damn sand hippies coming to check on her - again - she growled, "Go away."
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 12, 2018 15:15:21 GMT -6
Milo | Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
The young stallion couldn't help but huff a sigh a relief as the blazing Seroran sun began to sink in the sky. It was hot in Sedo, normally nothing he couldn't handle being from the tropical south of Aquore himself. But this heat was dry, ruthless and sucked the hydration out of anyone it shone upon. Coincidentally this is what kept the young stallion feux trapped in Osulas, for though his captors agreed his fury was righteous, he could not be allowed back to join Perseus wherever he was. So easily enough, instructions had been sent out to only give him just enough food and water to live (almost) comfortably within Osulas and its outskirts. If he were to attempt escape, he would surely pass out before getting very far. His amber eyes glared at the dazzling orb as it finally took its leave under the line of the horizon and with a beat of his powerful wings, he took off from the small cave he was stewing in and into the dusky sky.
All day the warrior had been aching to stretch his wings, but was hindered by the heat. Now that the sun was gone, he was free to float high above the city with the dry wind flowing through his mane and think. He hated it here, not only because of the heat but the way he was treated as well. All the staring eyes. Mothers telling their foals not to go near him because he may hurt someone. All of it made him uneasy. Did they even understand the Flight's cause? Wouldn't they know that their fight was with the bigoted Talori and not them? Milo was a furious, sometimes quite violent creature but he wouldn't hurt anyone unless they thought they were above him and his people somehow...but...wasn't this Alya's herd? Weren't these his people, just from a different walk of life? He snorted in what sounded like disgust as he landed close to a ledge near a field of Farmers. All stopped their work to stare at him as he folded his wings. He wished a wall could materialize between them, this was getting excessive.
As he made his way closer to the edge so he could stare down at the city where he was comfortable, he spotted Evan a bit to his left. She had a prosthetic leg now, he noticed, and turned his ears forwards. It was golden just like his. Evan gave so much to the cause...only to be treated like just as much of a stranger as he was. As he approached, his hooves kicking up dust no matter how high he lifted them, she snapped at him to go away. A hearty, sarcastic chuckle shook his frame as he replied "Gladly, only I can't because we're stuck here." With that he folded his legs and lay down in the dirt beside her, the thud of his body causing a small dust cloud to rise and him to cough. "Fuck I'm tired of this place...and these people. No wonder the opiate trade is so big here, you have to be high to deal with all of this." he exclaimed as he beat a wing causing some of the sand to move.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 18:14:26 GMT -6
She picked up her head at the chuckle, the voice following all too familiar. Her ears flicked to the side and she smirked, her bad mood slowly dissolving. It was nice to see a friendly face, at least. "Sorry." She said as he plopped down in the sand beside her, his wings beating against the sand. "I thought you were one of them." She knew he would know what she meant. The Serorans who seemed to hover over their heads, breathe down their necks. It was almost odd to be.. as alone as they were. Sure, farmers were working in the background, but she didnt feel as though she had eyes bearing into the back of her head. Maybe she was just getting used to it.
She snorted in amusement as he spoke, crossing her leg in front of her as she shifted to lean against him only just a little bit. Evan had always been very personal, touchy feely.. She just felt safe in the presence of another Flight member, and not one of those traitorous fools who had decided to move here.
"I swear, they make me feel like im talking to a cactus." She added, chuckling. "Do Serorans ever get mad?" She was joking, of course, but she wondered if they had any emotion other than "high" or "smile and nod." She could remember herself screaming profanities at them, and all they did was stare back. Odd..
"What about the cowards who moved here?" She asked, her joking tone dropping as her brow narrowed. "We did all that work, put our lives on the line, and they just.. abandoned us. We're here as prisoners, theyre here to walk free." Her voice hissed from between her teeth, irritation obviously boiling in her blood. There was nothing that angered her more than thinking of the once-was Flight members who had joined the Seroran's ranks. All past forgiven, because they havent killed the Emperor of Talori. Evan herself hadnt spoken to any of them sense, and she sure as hell didnt want to. She knew it wouldnt go well if she did, moreso for the others. She scraped her good hoof on the ground, digging it into the sand to channel her anger.. somewhere. Small sparks leapt from her hoof at each scrape, a sign from her recent blessing.
"They better not try to crawl back when Antiope gets us out of here." Evan was confident their commander was already working on a plan, they would just have to be patient.
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