|
|
Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 26, 2018 23:00:54 GMT -6
New Valore, roughly a week after Chapter V | Mid-Day
It was one thing simply adjusting to the new line on his brand, crossing out his former status of 'slave', but it was another to actually act the part of a citizen of Aodh. And he wasn't sure he liked that act. The Flamens were open, welcoming, willing to help him, for of course, he'd been blessed by fuckin' Ignacio with destroying his bridle off of his head... Though, he supposed he couldn't be complaining about the Fire God anymore. Not after he freed him, and had blessed him... The blessing hadn't been fun at first, but now it... He welcomed it. Kaia had come, leveled himself, provided a second blessing to help even things out, and now, he felt balanced...
Or, as balanced as he could be, being dragged by one of said Flamens out for... What was it, a shopping spree? Or somethin' like that. Ugh. Omar's ears flicked in a mildly irritated manner. Half out of the idea of being taken shopping, and half out of a rather horrid sense of insecurity he felt walking about without his bridle, or without his collar. It just felt... Wrong. And he hated that he admitted it as such. Twelve years with something either on his head or on his neck, and now it was just... Bare. Shaking his head, his mane flying for a moment, he lifted his head, looking at the Flamen who had been the one to take him... Shopping. What was his name again? He hadn't been paying attention well at that prayer circle...
Thinking for a moment, he thought he managed to find it in the crevasses of his mind. Lucien? Wait. No. That was Apana shit. It was... Something with an Lu... Damn. Working his jaw for a moment, the onean stallion gave a small grunt, eyeing the Flamen before begrudgingly saying "I think I misplaced your name due to all the shit that happened that day. Sorry." He paused, "Why exactly are you taking me out like this? I don't do this. Didn't do it last month, didn't do it before Aodh."
|
|
|
|
Post by manabuns on Mar 28, 2018 21:26:01 GMT -6
♛
The days after Ignacio's appearance had been tumultous. At least in his mind, time seemed to move in the blink of an eye or not at all. His mind is a whirl of the cosmos, the fractured splinters bloomed like a rose made of stars. Incomprehensible, but for a moment he had reached out and touched the heavens. For a moment his mortal mind had met one that withstood the test of time, the withering of the mountains and the drying of oceans.
What wouldn't he give, to see it once more. To be a star in that infinite sky.
Ignacio's fire flickered within him now, ready to be stoked, as his words whispered in his mind like an echo in old temples, overgrown and wanting.
But there are mortal affairs, and his life is at the whims and mercy of the one he has carved for himself. Of the equines he is surrounded with. Omar had left an impression on the Flamen, more than the freedom Ignacio had gifted him with, though that had been a rather grand impression to make. To have a God set you free. Lucerys doesn't know the name of what it is, it is not quite curiousity, curiosity can be sated easily.
No it was more than that.
He cannot help but take stock of the Stallion beside him, who is a little taller than he. Yet, he cannot help but feel oh so very small, a delicate, fragile thing of long limbs and swan necks compared to the muscle and mass of the other. Blue eyes lingered on the scars which broke up the flesh, and he wanted to ask how he got them. Was it the cruelty of the Slavers? Or were there stories there that preceeded his life in Aodh. Omar is from Onea after all...it does not take much to know that. The Flamen has heard many stories about Onean's, and he wondered if they were all true, or some grand story made up for the sake of the attention.
I think I misplaced your name due to all the shit that happened that day. Sorry.
"You don't have to apologize." His voice is much smoother, lighter, silkier than his counterpart, and his smile accompanied it. "After what happened, there wasn't much time for names, or remembering them. My name is Lucerys, but you can call me Luce, if you prefer." Lucerys added after a pause, having fallen silent in the wake of Omar's question about his motives.
"It's a nice day, isn't it? I thought I could use some company at the markets today." It's not exactly the answer he knows Omar wanted, but there is more to it as they walked. "See if we cannot find something nice for you, and myself." Blue eyes flicked to watch the faces they passed, half-hidden beneath the cream and onyx of his hair. "You're a free stallion now, with shards to spend on what you like. Perhaps a gilded bridle? a cloak? We can even visit the blacksmiths if you like." The last part is added as an after thought, as his mind latched upon a question.
"What did you do before Aodh? If you would indulge me. I'm afraid I have only boring stories of Valore to offer you in return."
553 | post: 1 | !! ulla |
|
|
|
Post by Moose-On-Ice on Mar 30, 2018 23:57:49 GMT -6
Lucerys. Close. Omar nodded his acknowledgement, repeating the name a few times in his mind to make sure he remembered it properly. The former slave raised a brow, one ear flicking back in a skeptical manner. Well, he guessed it was a nice day... He hadn't exactly taken time to admire the scenery in Valore before... At that thought, he let his eyes wander now, actually taking in all that he saw rather then focusing hateful stares at the person holding a lead to his bridle. There were merchants bustling about, customers perusing the stands and shops. It looked busy, golden, a glimmering thriving city. But his eyes naturally sought out those that were not shining as brightly.
The slaves who carried packages for their masters, the labor slaves working on repairing structures or hauling supplies. The bits, the bridles, the collars, those were what his gaze was drawn to. It wasn't fair. Why him? Kaia knows that many of the faces he saw bound by leather and metal had existed as a slave for much longer then he. It had been only twelve years. Long to someone not forced into the rank, but compared to a blood born slave? Someone who had lived their entire life in such servitude? It was small. Minuscule. He could have endured more time. Ulysses had not been a bad master. He had been fortunate there. But Demetrius... His lover... If anyone had deserved such freedom, it had to be him, and it saddened Omar to know that while he walked free, the mule slave was still bound, beaten, abused...
Tearing his gaze away from the slaves, Omar looked back at the Flamen. Something nice for him? What? A gilded bridle? Cloak? His face scrunched slightly, a bit of a cross look appearing. "You know that a gilded... Anything, ain't something I'm familiar with." Omar replied. "It's not common in Onea to look pretty just to look pretty. I'm in foreign water here."
The next question made him stiffen, aqua gaze tearing away to look ahead. Only Ulysses had asked. Only Ulysses had been told. Jaw clenched tight for a few moments, Omar finally replied, "Raider. In Onea. I led a band of fellow Raiders in my youth, we called ourselves the Úlfhéðnar." In his youth. Hm. He wasn't that old yet... Still, it felt like an eternity ago...
|
|
