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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 12, 2018 15:25:57 GMT -6
What Have You Done
Aisling | Milo
Plot:
Aisling and her family have chosen to integrate with the Serora herd and leave the Flock behind. However, when crossed with Milo,
murderer of the Emperor, she can't help but voice her thoughts on what happened to the one she once considered family as well.
Time of Day: Mid-morning Weather: Rapidly warming up to a hot day Location: Osulas Timeline: Right after Chapter 5 |
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 12, 2018 15:48:57 GMT -6
Milo | Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron Milo had awoken earlier that day to the dreaded sun creeping into the small cave he called his cell. He would never be at home in this sand pit, not with the way things were going. No there were no bars, he was allowed use of his Blessing, use of his wings and all, but the young warrior was trapped by bodily means...they only gave him enough food and water to survive almost comfortably within Osulas and its outskirts alone. Any 'adventures' outside those bounds would surely be too exhausting and physically impossible for someone not used to the heat and without much nourishment. So he was trapped here, the residents of Osulas staring at him as if he was a specimen behind glass and not a living, breathing, freedom fighter. Yes, he murdered the Emperor. But it was neccessary to pave the way for change. After all the new Emperor could provide much needed change that the old one was too bigoted to bring about.
It wasn't even midday and sweat had already all but drenched the stallion's coat as he walked through the city on his way to get his ration of water. His body language was reserved but relaxed, he wasn't lusting for blood now that he was here. Milo was open to meeting the Serorans and telling them what he had lived through, but most were content staring from a distance. It took all the effort he could muster to keep his legs from shaking and his blurry vision from causing him to walk around looking like a drunken fool. He took it slow as he passed Ouusaldus' new home, though the sight of it caused him to sigh. The larger, elder stallion was a good friend of Milo's previously, they had faced hell together and watched out for each other. Knowing that would never happen again made the warrior's heart ache slightly. Ouusaldus had a family now, and his loyalties lay with them. Milo understood that. He was even happy for the stallion, for he enjoyed Aisling's presence quite a lot. She was like the mother figure he had lost to the Talori. As for their child...Milo hadn't met them yet but was quite eager to one day, though he would never admit it.
He hadn't noticed how long he had been standing outside his friend's home, but the sun was getting higher and hotter, Milo cursed inwardly and flicked his ears back. I need to invest in some sort of shade cloak or something...I..can't..take this... his hooves felt weighted as he attempted to continue walking. Damn this heat...
Word Count: 434
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Post by fynli on Feb 12, 2018 16:16:39 GMT -6
Aisling had been enjoying the majority of the cool morning strolling along Osulas streets with her husband, her daughter happily romping between them. She took her time adjusting to the new life, happy to leave everything from Talori behind her. That included those of the most radical of the Flight.
As the sun grew higher in the sky, Aisling herded her daughter back towards their home. Frail as Primrose was, too much heat and she would wither. Despite the filly stealing her father’s scarf and wearing that as protection, Prim still didn’t have the immune system that native born Seroran foals did.
She smiled as her daughter trotted ahead down the street towards their house only for that smile to disappear a second later as she saw who was standing outside.
Milo.
The smile vanished from her face as she froze, staring at the boy that had accomplished in the Emperor’s murder. He, Antiope and Evan. All three had been banished from her thoughts and what she’d hoped her new life as well. The fury that rose in her breast made her jaw tighten as she pinned her ears back. She’d avoided them on the trip over but now she couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
“Ouusaldus, take Primrose inside,” she muttered, glancing at her husband as he escorted their daughter into the safety of their home. Once they both had vanished behind the curtain, Aisling stalked over to Milo, her feathers puffing out dangerously.
“How could you?” She hissed as she cornered him, the care and tenderness she once held for the boy drained from her eyes. “Killing has never solved anything, you should know this!”
The anger in her voice switched to quiet desperation as she stared at him, the familiar ache of knowing someone had died twisting her heart. “What did you think this would accomplish?”
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Post by blackmetalvalkyrie on Feb 26, 2018 0:52:33 GMT -6
Milo | Vagabonds - Freedom's Flight | Striker Squadron
Milo's words to himself faded to the back of his mind as he saw the family approaching, Ouusaldus and Aisling with a small foal prancing in the between them. He pricked his ears and nearly forgot all the symptoms of the heat as he took a half step towards the three, a smile spreading across his lips. He hadn't seen them since before the Talorians' recovery of Aquore and relief flooded his heart seeing them alive and well with minimal wounds if any. Minimal visual wounds anyway. Everyone still had all their limbs at least. And the baby looked healthy as well. They seemed to be doing quite well for themselves.
Suddenly his relief turned cold in his chest as Aisling pinned her ears back and he stopped in his tracks. His ears swiveled in confusion as Ouusaldus and the foal disappeared inside without saying hello. Then not a moment later the vanner mix mare was stomping over to him, her feathers ruffled, and a dangerous look in his eye. He didn't falter, flinch or step away when she hissed in his face. The smile that once adorned it was gone, instead it was replaced with a slight frown and flicked back ears. Gazing deep into her eyes he could see her fury, any bit of affection she had for him was long since flushed out. It made his skin crawl and feathers ruffle. His response wasn't aggressive, for he could never be that way with one of the few that he cared about, even if they no longer cared for him.
"It had to be done. The last Emperor wouldn't give us the time of day to try and make things right, he and the trinity just kept killing. They wouldn't hear our words so our actions needed to be louder than they've ever been." muttered the young stallion, not breaking eye contact with the pegasus in front of him. His golden eyes were warm, not a twinge of regret in them and his brow furrowed. Though sweat was beginning to drench his coat he kept speaking. "There is a new Emperor now, according to these sand people. A mare who intends to change the herd for the better. There's even a Seroran on the throne as her berothed husband. That is what I wanted to accomplish. If the intent is to harm others or treat them like they're lower because of the way they were born, they deserve to get snuffed out if they won't even try to be tolerant. Hireath doesn't need that kind of scum."
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