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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 7, 2018 14:05:51 GMT -6
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Late Afternoon | After Chapter 5
After being hit in the ribs by a heavy metal fireball, Juliet was healed enough to travel safely home by Bale but her pain and fear of the situation has not ebbed. A cart was provided by one of the citizen's in the town it happened in, hoping to gain the eminent's favor. Bolthor was the one to cart her back as Caeser was no where to be found. Eventually though they arrived at her estate where she hopes her love and her best slave are waiting for her.
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 7, 2018 14:15:08 GMT -6
 JULIET
Every bump, every dip, every jostle sent tears to the dainty eminent's eyes. Bolthor was as strong as they come and he seemed to be able to cart the poor beauty without much effort. She had them stop often, so she could feed them but part of her also just longed to get home, to collapse into her bed and see Bulter and Romeo again. Oh how had this party gone so wrong?
The younger noble, Beau, was cuddled up against her side as the pit fighter walked. He had grown too tired to keep going, as his legs where but a child's. And after some cooeing and the promise of the pit fighters favorite food she watched the young thing crawl up beside her. Adrian was tethered to the cart as well. With the disappearance of Caeser, she did not trust anyone right now, especially with her ribs having been shattered in front of them all.
It was a few days later that they finally moved up in front of her home. Her safe elegant home with no destruction and no fire. Leaving the cart as a feat all in itself. The kirin Bale did say he would be back as soon as she sent word she was home to finish healing up, but the emotion damage had been done. Using Beau and Bol's help she limped off the cart and into her abode. How she had missed it. Head dropped, blonde hair tousling forward as she longed to get to her pool. Water, the counter to fire. Tears slipped down her face from pain and she hid them in the large sandy blonde geldings neck.
"Pool, please my darlings..." She gasped out, wanting so badly to not feel this pain any longer.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 8, 2018 11:57:02 GMT -6
 BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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Juliet's leisurely escape to the city of Haven had been too long for Butler's liking. His tongue still tasted bitter from the fact that Juliet had chose every other slave she owned to accompany her except him and instead had basically loaned him to Romeo during her absence. Interactions between the two stallions were...tense to say the least when Juliet wasn't around to smooth out the wrinkles between the pair. They were both possessive over the lovely eminent and each held love for her. Butler would grow envious beneath the surface whenever Juliet spent time with any other stallion, Romeo or slave it didn't matter to him, so the thought of her being so far away hurt. He only wished to serve and be by her side until his fire went out but here he was, stuck at home. Waiting. Anxiously he paced, having already cleaned the house from top to bottom left him with little to do except think and since the meeting in the Hearthstone Palace thinking was dangerous. Questions buzzed and doubt nipped at his heels, Isador-
The sound of the front door opening echoed through the empty halls and found the stallions ears which flattened back. Someone was bold enough to enter Juliet's home or...his heart leaped at the faint sound of Juliet's voice and he moved swiftly from his room toward the sound. Using gold teke Butler pulled mess of a forelock back, tucking it neatly behind his ears and rubbed at his tired eyes hoping to make himself presentable for his Eminent. He made his way to the hall that led to her pool, it was Juliet's favorite place to be and having been gone from it for so long he figured it would be her first stop.
Joy rose in his chest at the thought of seeing his love once more, until he saw the state Juliet was in. She limped heavily relying upon Bolthor and a younger stallion to keep her feet. Her face was buried in the gelding's large neck, obviously hurt and probably emotionally scarred, anger rose in the thin stallion's chest as his gold eyes burned into Bolthor. "What is the meaning of this? How did this happen?" He growled softly, rage flaring behind his words causing them to be short and clipped at the end.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2018 12:14:37 GMT -6
 They had crawled their way back home, battered and exhausted. This was perhaps the first time Bolthor had actually been excited to see Juliets manor, the large, beautiful building towering over them as they approached giving him a calming presence. They were home. They could relax. They could heal. His face no longer hurt from the burn, but it sure did itch as it tried to heal. He had to resist rubbing it on every tree or bush they passed, having given up a few times to touch it to his knee. He knew it would scar over; he had refused medical attention due to the fact that he just wanted to get home- and Juliet needed to get home too.
She leaned against him for support, which he strongly accepted despite his own knees wobbling from the walk. She hid her tears into her neck as he pushed the heavy door open. Just as he stepped through the door, Butler appeared. Bolthor paused, his brow furrowing as he returned the harsh glare. He was not in the mood to be pushed around by the pompous servile today; he had put up with enough.
"Fuck off." He growled back, his dark gaze flickering with dangerous irritation before he slowly led Juliet to the pool. He stepped carefully into the warm water, no doubt dirtying it slightly from their walk, but he wasnt going to let her try to crawl in on her own. The water lapped at his knees before he paused completely, deeming it deep enough for the hippocampus to find her way. In fact, the water was refreshing, washing the singed hairs on his knees from when he had bulldozed through the flame. He was lucky it was only his face that got the brunt of it.
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Post by Ehrendi on Feb 12, 2018 5:44:52 GMT -6
Adrian
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Adrian felt terrible, the sickening crunch of bones and stomach dropping screams that followed would haunt him for weeks, possibly months afterwards. He could still see the King's eyes locked on him, the torchiere flying past him just as he had stepped closer to Juliet. He had felt the wind off of it, missing him by mere centimetres before it struck down his Mistress. The fire would leave him with tender pink spots on his under belly and some on his wings, but it was nothing in comparison to what she felt.
After Adrian had retrieved Beau, he had followed Bolthor and Juliet home, remaining unusually quiet and pale as a ghost. All thoughts of the events prior to Soliel appearing had been pushed to the very back of his mind and all he could think of was if Juliet would blame him for what had happened. They'd barely made it through the door when Butler came at them with his usual annoying bravado. Any other time Adrian might have snickered at Bolthor's remark to Butler but he couldn't find any amusement in it this time. His bronze eyes watching as Juliet entered her pool. Did she blame him? Had it been his fault? The events of that night both frightened and left him feeling as if he'd been told a lie all of his life. Whenever he had thought of a kirin, Bale was the first example to spring to mind that fit what he had always believed them to be. Mighty, powerful and righteous creatures of old. Not...scary, not as a creature to be feared. Adrian felt hot tears prick his eyes and he blinked them away, turning his face to the side in case anyone noticed. Sections of his stomach burned, parts of his legs and some of the leathery parts of his wings hurt as well. Later he would notice the little pink marks across his skin. "It was K-king...Soliel." Even as he said the words, his voice cracking in the middle much to his frustration, he didn't entirely believe them. It sounded absurd, Adrian wouldn't have believed himself if he hadn't seen her with his very own eyes. He tried to say more, but felt his throat close and immediately clamped his mouth shut. There was no way he was crying in front of everyone here. Especially Juliet and Butler.... ... Word Count: 395 Post 1 |
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 15, 2018 20:16:03 GMT -6
JULIET
It was so hard to keep up her facade. But she had to act like it was all mostly ok. That everything wasn't about to be torched into oblivion. Her ever loyal and ever most loving slave made himself know with anger oozing from his mouth. Not at them, no doubt but at the situation. He had no idea what pure anger looked like. Juliet had seen it before her very eyes and felt it score through her body as the metal broke her.
Face rubbed gently against Bolthor's chest before she swiveled it to the black stallion. Her butler. Tears flowed harder suddenly, unable to stop them and her voice became trapped. How she wished none of it had happened. How she wished she had the ability to take the memories away, for them all. Though as the draft pit fighter led her up to the pools slow sloping edge and the water licked at her hooves, it was then that the horns and scales came into view. A creature that resembled her Romeo floated in the far end of the pool. But he was not hers...
A scream tore from her lungs, front end bouncing up in a sudden rear that was too much for her hind end to stabilize. Back hit the hard stones of the pool deck and another sound, this one of pure pain left the mare as she lay in another crumbled mess of blonde mane, scattered jewelry and agony. Her vision darkened around the corners, gasping up at Bolthor who she knew wouldn't leave her side. "Protect me..." Her words nearly begged before darkness consumed her and she was out cold.
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Post by Gaybies on Feb 15, 2018 20:30:36 GMT -6
R O M E O
Aodh Noble Lord
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Romeo had taken to his new form… like a fish out of water. It was a mess, glorious as it was to be decked out in the scales of Ignacio, with the big tail and the flashy horns, he found rather quickly that his old past time of soaking in the pool and using that great shark’s tail to swim around… well, that was all a thing of the past. Butler had been present during the sudden change and, though the two felt no particular love for eachother, had managed to get the Eminent back home safe and sound and on the path to adjusting to his new… head gear. Not like Butler had much of a choice, since Juliet had left him in Romeo’s possession and all that. Romeo, frustrated by his suddenly lacking swimming ability, had set about spending his time trying to regain it, but the lack of fins certainly made it harder and, begrudgingly, he’d found a new love for pool floaties, little buoyant devices upon which he could lay to help himself keep from floundering.
Eager eyes turned at the sound of the door, at long last his Juliet was home, their trip had been so long and Romeo had started to worry about what was taking them. His eyes practically sparkled with happiness as he saw the figure of his darling Juliet approach the water, aided by Bolther… aided by… what the hell had happened? Romeo saw the concern on everyone’s face, the pain on his love, and immediately started to paddle her direction, albeit a tad awkwardly.
Juliet’s scream struck him hard, but he continued to paddle her way until his cloven hooves reached the shallow flooring of the pool. Why had she done that? His concern was evident as she reared and flipped backwards, those last words truly worrying. “Protect her? Protect her from what?” He asked, turning his gaze worriedly from Butler to Juliet, to Bolther, and back again. What the hell. He knew it was surprising and all, but he really hadn’t expected that reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 21:44:10 GMT -6
Once he had helped Juliet into the water, he felt as though he was finally able to breathe. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to try to push the memories from the party out of his mind. He was tired. All he wanted to do was rest, even if it didnt mean getting to sleep. He considered laying down right where he stood, and letting the water wash over his back. However, his brief break did not last long. The splitting scream from his master made his eyes shoot open, his gaze fixating on the kirin in the doorway. He looked like Romeo, he walked like Romeo, but he certainly wasnt the Romeo they all knew.
The kirin started to wade toward them and the stallion's instincts kicked into gear. Not only had Juliet told him to protect her, but this.. thing that stood before them had been the kind that had started all of this. The fire. The burns. Juliet's injuries.
Confused words left Romeo's lips, but Bolthor did not give him the answer he was looking for.
Rocketing across the water, the massive pit fighter slammed his shoulder into that of the kirin's, ignoring the pain from the burn that still felt so fresh. Gritting his teeth together, he resisted to urge to crush the grey horse's throat between his teeth, and instead slammed his hooves into the ground, water splashing up his chest and barrel as he tried to crush the fallen kirin under his weight.
His hooves made contact with the kirin's neck, and he held it, keeping the monster's head under water.
"ADRIAN!" His voice was loud, deep, full of anger. "BUTLER!"
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 18, 2018 20:54:28 GMT -6
BUTLER
"I am simply one hell of a Butler..."
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Butler was used to Bolthor's sour attitude by now and let the larger brute's simple words roll off his coat, he'd have to come up with something more clever and original to get under his skin. Instead of impeding the path Bolthor and Juliet were set upon he moved quickly to the side and followed after them, his eyes resting upon Adrian as he offered more helpful information in place of Bolthor. King Soleil? He'd heard that name before, never from the lips of others but from the books he used to read when he was a colt, a slave child under Juliet's father. Books upon books he had read, most of them about etiquette and how to serve but his favorites had been about history, especially that of Eithne. King Soleil had been the last ruling Kirin of the Aodh herd, known for her cunning, courage and chauvinism. He fondly remembered the nights when his mother would read to him stories about Soleil, she was always the hero of those tales and he wanted to be like her. A King who rallied her people against the unjustified Gods War but like all Kirins she perished in the Smothering...With Kirins returning to the world, and some new ones being created, it wasn't beyond Butler's belief that their King would be one such resurrection but it did surprise him that it took this long for her return. What he didn't believe was that King Soleil would have attacked Juliet without reason, so far the Kirins to return had been peaceful...kinda. His attention remained on Adrian, knowing that if anyone was going to explain anything to him it would be the pegasus, everyone else from the trip was preoccupied with helping Juliet settle into her pool.
"Something else must have happened for King So-" His words were cut off by the piercing scream of Juliet and the ensuing chaos. He'd all but forgotten Romeo was paddling in the waters like a waterlogged house cat and didn't realize the extent of Juliet's trauma until she was frightened of her lover and tried to run away from him in such a panic. Golden eyes growing wide as his head snapped toward Juliet's crumpled form, Butler gasped at the sight of Bolthor leaping at Romeo, pinning the Eminent beneath the water and his massive bulk. Butler knew Romeo was no match for Bolthor in a competition of strength and hastened to the pool edge where Juliet was laying, his words sharp and outraged at the gelding, "BOLTHOR! What do you think you are doing to Emin Romeo?! Get off him at once!" He paced along the edge, his steps frantic and angry, knowing he wouldn't stand a chance pulling Bolthor off Romeo by force and instead relied solely on his words. There wasn't anything else he could feasibly do in this situation but yell at Bolthor and pray the bullheaded stallion would listen, "Juliet needs protecting from nothing in this room, especially not her lover Romeo! DO YOU HEAR ME?! GET OFF HIM NOW!"
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 18, 2018 23:15:56 GMT -6
JULIET
The eminent's scream had resonated throughout the house, driving the once pit fighter from his humble duties of washing dishes to thunder through the halls. His tobino hide, while not as sharp with muscle and not as strong as he had once been, did not bare these scars for any reason other then his days in the pits. He had been a winner, a great fighter before the lady had decided no longer should he waste away in the pits. She had shown him a new lease on life, but the need for blood, the rush, the adrenaline never truly left him.
The doors to the garden housing the pool burst open with a loud bang and the blue eyes of Nellive were strong, furious even as he flew through them, shoulder forward. Hooves found purchase on the ground quickly and with a roar all his own he surged forward, chest forward and head low as he shifted his hind quarters behind him, gathering speed and force. The eminents where in danger! Had Bolthor been the one to attack them?! Nellive had little time to think about it as he turned his body just enough, launching from the ground, shoulder coming straight for bolthor's chest while his head snaked around to grab at any part of his neck. He needed to get the other fighter away from the drowning kirin and under control!
Knowing the palomino colored brute would not be stunned for long he grabbed any part of his body he could and let his body swing around the mass of equine, hoping to draw the both of them further into the pool. Nellive knew he was out matched in size and pure strength but he was a scrapper and used the environment around them to his advantage. Water would slow the brute down.
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Post by Ehrendi on Feb 19, 2018 3:43:03 GMT -6
AdrianServile Slave
The shrill cry shot through Adrian like a lightning bolt, he whipped his head towards the place where Juliet was scrambling away from, his eyes widening at the sight of the blood red antlers and glittering scales. "Protect me..." Once again Bolthor was the first to react, heading towards the kirin in the pool. Adrian watched the struggle, frozen to the spot until Bolthor called out his name. Immediately he headed towards Juliet who was as still as a log in the pool, it took him a moment to realise that she was in fact unconscious. Reaching out with this teke, he cupped the mare's head and held it above the water. Gently he splashed her face, hoping to make her come to.
Meanwhile Butler was yelling at Bolthor who was, if nothing else, a machine. The pit fighter skilfully pushed Eminent Romeo down under the water. Was it really Romeo though? Adrian wasn't certain. Of all the equines Ignacio would give the kirin touch to, Romeo would have been the last on his list. Still Adrian remained silent, filled with uncertainty and fear. The clattering of hooves on marble floor sounded like thunder as Nellive responded to Juliet's cries, the older pit fighter surged past Adrian, sending cold waves in his and Juliet's direction. There was little either he could do to stop two pit fighters from wrestling in a pool except watch and try and steady Juliet as she rocked with the waves.... ... Word Count: 245 Post 2 |
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 27, 2018 23:08:07 GMT -6
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