|
|
Post by Superior-Caesar on Jul 18, 2018 23:13:29 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra frowned as his dad rushed forward before getting the chance to help him. But Illidis quickly came to help instead. The colt was so happy to see the former pit fighter step up in helping everyone. It was also reassuring to hear Illidis mention they were not going to die. That gave Umbra a strong burst of hope. He was about ready to charge in, horn first, then his eyes caught sight of Galloway. The stallion was in full fury battle mode and it was terrifying. It was terrifying to see someone he cared about so much getting hurt. Gallow didn't seem to mind, but Umbra sure did. He quickly stepped back to Illidis's side.
Umbra soon noticed a fiery maned mare come up to Illidis. Once her bridle was off, she was tearing through chevaliers left and right. Umbra felt the hope flicker in his chest once again.
Suddenly he was pulled from the moment when he heard his name shouted through the madness. He frowned at the question. His blessing was all but useless. He had had so little practice with it, but he was willing to try. Surely anything would help. Umbra planted his hooves firmly in the ground and began forming the picture from his mind. Bees. Lots of small, motionless bees appeared in front of the faces of each chevalier. There were about three in front of each and the images only lasted for a few seconds, but he was certain it helped stall at least a little bit. Umbra looked up to the spotted pit fighter with a hopeful smile. "Did that help at all?"
Word Count: 272
Post: 4 |
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Jul 18, 2018 23:32:18 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
They where all united. All ready to fight.
Maybe it was time to leave.
Maybe it was time to try to be something more then just a slave. Someones object, someones possession...
He was standing side by side with the pit fighters, the actual fighters. Blocking hits that would normally connect, the supportive stallion was blocked by the wall of muscle that was Galloway, Cael and Roulette with Athelstan as well. They should have done this from the start! "I think I remember a Labor slave mentioning an entrance in the wall over to our left somewhere!" He called back to the slaves behind them. They needed an opening, a way to get out of this mess. Certainly they couldn't fend off Chevaliers forever. Glancing to Athelstan he nosed his shoulder and leapt back to the slaves unable to fight. "Come! We need to find the entrance for the others!" He then took off down the street, long legs driving him against the cobblestone pathway. "They can only hold them off for so long!" His heart was racing. Surely the rumors couldn't be wrong!
Word Count: 190|| Post #4 |
|
|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Jul 19, 2018 22:10:36 GMT -6
Adrian | Servile "Please do mine," said a quiet whisper to Adrian's side. He glanced over at the spotted slave and with a quick look around at the Chevalier's, confirming they were not paying attention to them, Adrian reached out and gently took the leather bridle off. Careful to not make a sound he turned he dropped it on the ground. "Do you mind taking mine off?" He whispered carefully, dropping his head to her level. An ear flicked towards Gallows, who addressed both him and after a moment Adrian gave a nod. With his heart in his throat, he waited several moments before the first attack happened. The appaloosa cross leaped towards a chevalier. Adrian stared wide eyed at first, watching as another slave defended Gallows with a force field. This was really happening, they were really doing this. The first slither of hope tore through him since they had been rounded up for the labor work and he reminded himself how badly he had wanted to live his life without others dictating it for him. Pitfighters used their power against the chevaliers as the those with blessings assisted. The slave that had been using their force field blessing darted past Adrian and he could hear him talking to another slave. He quietly turned to the spotted mare beside him and said, "let's go and help while the chevalier's are distracted." Adrian wanted to feel more useful than he did now and he thought if he followed Clythus he might be able to do that. Taking off down after the other slaves, "I'll help," he said breathlessly, eyes roaming the street walls for tell-tale signs of an opening of sorts. Post 3 | 295 words
|
|
|
|
Post by purrsain on Jul 20, 2018 11:26:59 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan stood tall beside his fellow pit slaves as they distracted the Chevaliers. The dapple grey stallion looked towards his smaller friend in concern as he brushed his shoulder. Shouting to the others something about finding an entrance in a wall, Athelstan watched his friend run off down the cobblestone path. Athelstan chewed his lip as he debated on going after him, but he knew he needed to help the others with the Chevaliers. Athelstan could feel the electricity crackling in the air around them from one of the other pit slaves beside him, Cael he believed was the one responsible for the electricity.
Athelstan stared at the Chevaliers in front of them and attempted to plan his next move. He looked closely at one particular Chevalier who he noticed wasn't letting one of his front hooves touch the ground completely. Athelstan smirked, this Chevalier just made a big mistake, don't show weakness in a fight. Athelstan learned that day one in the pits. Athelstan reared back onto his hind legs and charged forward towards this Chevalier, he Put all of his weight into the smaller bodied horse causing both of them to fall to the ground. Athelstan heard a sickening snap come from under him and the Chevalier cried out in pain as his injured leg just shattered under the weight of the heavier stallion. Athelstan quickly stood up and looked to the others waiting for their next move, he bared his teeth at the other chevaliers who were watching as their fellow Chevalier was groaning in pain on the ground.
"Who's next?" he muttered. He wasn't going down without a fight, He would escape this blasted city and he would take Rania with him as soon as he found her. They would escape and live peacefully somewhere else.
{Post: 4 | Word count: 300} |
|
|
|
Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 20, 2018 18:14:46 GMT -6
Roulette A Pitfighter Gallows called out his name and suddenly he was a bit saved. Well he'd be damned, they did make a good team, he thought with delight. As he watched the chaos unfold he nodded with a huff. "Aye I know a way." he remarked as a swift hoof stomp to the chevalier knocked them out. Eyes looked to Clythus, "Find the entrance and I can get us where we need to go, hurry!" he bellowed as he kicked outwards, hissing as the chevaliers drew their weapon, a sword to his flank made him curse under his breath.
Gods he hoped they would be quick. "Be damned" he growled as he dashed towards the one that sliced him, barreling through as blood splashed onto the ground, his cry heard out. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought with bitterness. He should have grabbed a weapon of their, but he needed to buy the others more time, so they can get out, hurt the chevaliers enough the chase would not be much. Rou would lead them to the sewers, get any lost within the tunnels. Then freedom, he could almost taste it. The chevalier tumbled to the ground and Rou with force took the sword and held the fellow at point.
Eyes turned to the fighters and smirked. "Take their weapons, we aint murders, but lets give them a taste of their own medicine." he snorted hoping the others could defend themselves enough. Rou prayed back up would not come too soon.
WC:247 | Post #5 |
|
|
|
Post by misttheelf on Jul 20, 2018 19:09:22 GMT -6
Caron was swept up in the moment, trying to distract the chevaliers with small sparks. There wasn't much else the black horse could do. They had no fighting experience, and so they tried to avoid a direct confrontation with any of the chevaliers. Their ears flattened at the clanging of metal against the street as one of the pit fighters - No, one of their comrades in this fight, knocked a Chevalier to the ground. They glanced around, listening as Roulette spoke... And Caron had to admit, those words rang with him, as well. But still... Shiya... They couldn't leave her to the Sea Hag. But now... They definitely would be counted as a rebel slave - Likely burned at a pyre if they didn't leave. But... They wouldn't leave Eithne without Shiya. And to get her out... They needed to fight, live, and hide.
They turned slightly when they heard Gallows speak. They nodded in response. Yes... They may be able to escape to the sewers. The problem really comes if the chevaliers follow them.
Then others spoke of entrances. "Let's hurry to them, then," Caron said, hurriedly following those headed towards one of them.
They regretted having to leave Shiya... But hopefully, this... Hopefully, this won't be for long.
WC: 209 post 4
|
|
|
|
Post by Western-Witch on Jul 25, 2018 0:23:20 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
... ...
Gallow swelled with pride as his son performed his blessing. It wasn't much, no, but it did stun a few Chevaliers enough for them to be knocked around. Gallow tripped one as he violently tried to swat at the still bees. He went down with a clang and he stayed there.
"That was perfect bud." He smiled at his son and nuzzeled him again. Trying to rid the fear he saw under Umbra's facade. He knew the yearling had never seen his father quite like this. "You're doin' really good. I'm proud of you for being so brave. Don't worry. I'm here to protect you and soon we'll be free of all this." Gallow could feel the truth behind his own words fiercely burn within him. This was finally their time. "See if you can help find the tunnel entrance the others are speaking of. I'm going to help finish off these Chevaliers so we can escape without a problem." He nodded off to where the others were already running off to look. "I'll be right behind you don't worry. Shout for me if you need my force fields." He nodded to the small unicorn below him and turned to help Roulette.
"Right behind you Rou!" Gallow charged a Chevalier coming from an alleyway taking him head on. His red force field took the full force of the Chevalier's head butt. Gallow used it again to force them to stagger bringing them down hard. Quickly Gallow snatched the sword from their side before they could grab it themselves. He turned the weapon and knocked the hilt hard against their temple. Without an issue they were down.
Quickly Gallow took the scabbard off of the unconscious equine and strapped it to himself, sheathing the sword. Right before his eyes Gallow was evolving. He felt powerful with the newly acquired weapon. But not for long. The pit fighter was caught hard by a powerful kick to the flank. He went down hard and released a force field around his body. It didn't take long for Gallow to pull the sword from the scabbard and swing it wildly.
The Chevalier fought back but Gallow had found some weakening cuts. Soon he was retreating, falling on his knees in the distance. Gallow left him to his own demise. He was crossing a line he wasn't quite ready for. Roulette had said it. They weren't murderers. But Gallow wanted it so bad. He wanted to watch the life of one of them leave their eyes. The sword shook in his teke then clattered to the ground. It took a few deep breaths until Gallow could pick it back up and sheath it. He wouldn't pull it out again unless it was necessary.
"Rou, we need to leave. This is getting too close." He turned to the other slaves around him. "If you can't fight, find the tunnel entrance. We need to go now. Those of you who can fight, you heard Roulette. Arm yourselves." Gallow prepared himself along Roulette. The ones who could fight couldn't keep this up. Gallow wanted to turn and leave the fight to find the exit. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not many of them had been bred for exactly this moment.
... ... Word Count: 543 Post #5
Art by strixx-varia |
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Jul 26, 2018 16:19:15 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His footing as scattered and his brain was a mess. But they needed to get out. Panting, chest heaving he suddenly skid to a halt as a small crack in the wall caught his attention. Ears flung forward, eyes widen as his form moved towards it. It looked small head on yet as he tipped his head, the entrance got bigger. A trick of the eye, an optical illusion. So brilliant!
Head flung up, mane rippling along the silver hide. "This way!" He called out, loud enough for the slaves to hear but not enough for the Chevaliers. Hopefully. With his own high steps he pranced along the cobblestone roadway and ushered the others towards the crack, watching and waiting to make sure they all made it. When and if Roulette, Cael, Galloway and Athelstan made it, then he would move towards it. They had all taken hits and the silver dappled male wished with all his heart he knew how to heal. Instead he would be a tall shoulder, should anyone need it.
Word Count: 180|| Post #5 |
|
|
|
Post by Ehrendi on Jul 26, 2018 17:41:16 GMT -6
Adrian | Servile He could hear shouts behind them, the scramble of hooves on stone. He dared a look over his shoulder, blue eyes wide as they saw Gallow with his red force shield to block an attack. He followed the fight for a few seconds more, his heart hammering in his chest, wishing beyond all hope that he'd had his own blessing to assist. Or even a weapon, but Adrian was too far away from the Chevaliers to manage to steal a stray weapon. Nor did he think he could take one on. Feeling frustrated at his lack of usefulness, Adrian spun around and began tracing his teke along the wall. Following Clythus and the other slaves who were also helping to look for the underground entrance. A little ways ahead of Adrian, Clythus turned and shouted to the rest of them and Adrian bounded forward. "Clever," he commented when he saw it, brushing past Clythus. This was it, he thought. He couldn't quite believe how close to freedom he was. This was even closer than the last time he'd tried to escape. He slipped through the entrance, but hovered not too far in to wait for the others. Post 4 | 197 words
|
|
|
|
Post by FaunaFawn on Jul 26, 2018 18:01:56 GMT -6
RouletteA Pitfighter Rou had to admit it was odd to see the Pitfighters working together instead of against each other. It was odd to see but it filled him with pride, a sense that these equine was more then a money maker. They had lives and thoughts and opinions and soul and heart. Rou thought if he had to die among them, well hell it was a good group to die with.
As the battle seemed to move on, Rou felt himself tiring. Nostrils flared as he used his teke to pick up shields and kick them at the Chevaliers. For a moment the chevaliers were distracted and gods he was ready to get out of here. "Let's get out of here now. We all deserve to get out of this hell hole." he remarked knocked down another chevalier before pushing the others back. "Come on!" he yelled at them assuring they all got through the hole, before himself.
Rou nodded and looked top their ragtag of a group. "Follow me, we will loose them in the tunnels." he whispered to them as he leapt forwards and charged forwards until they reached another small opening and suddenly was leading them down a dark stairwell and down into the tunnels. "'Keep together now, its easy to get lost in here. Those that want to saty I'll lead you to another opening, those that want freedom? Well stay with me" he smiled
WC:247 | Post #5 |
|
|
|
Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 26, 2018 22:20:35 GMT -6
Hastily looking between Umbra and the chaos, Illidis tensed, posture changing into an automatic response for battle if anyone dared to get too close. Heart pounding, mouth dry, Illidis' gaze snapped around hastily to try and keep stock of the situation. There were some of the slaves running down the street, shouting something about an entrance to... Something.
A whip lashed his side, making him jolt and kick reflexively, hind legs connecting with metal in a hideous crunching noise. His metal leg nearly gave under him, and he fell to one knee, pushing himself up with a stagger. "U-Umbra, lets go!" Oh gods, he wasn't... He couldn't fight. Not with this leg. Not in his state. Praying to the gods above, whoever may be listening, he hoped he'd be able to move quickly. Pushing the colt to get him going, Illidis picked up a brisk trot, not trusting himself to go any faster without falling.
Still, he ripped a sword from a chevalier's sheath as he passed. At least he could use that without needing to rely on his leg. Slashing his way through the crowds in a blind race for escape, he cared little if he was cutting other, unknown slaves who were joining the chaos, or chevaliers. Focused solely on escorting Umbra, and ensuring his own safety, he fought like a fearful, cornered animal. Shouting fell on deaf ears, yet, he saw where the others vanished, and dashed through the illusion, casting a fearful glance back to make sure Umbra had made it too.
Stopping with the others, Illidis stood shaking, dropping the sword with a clatter, breaths rushed and panicked. Breathe, breathe, calm down, calm down, he'd be of no use to anyone if he was like this. Tucking his head between his legs for a few moments while the rest joined up, he sucked in harsh gulps of air. Roulette's voice made him flinch, but look up. They were- They... They actually were... In the tunnels...
Taking one more glance behind him, ears flattening from the volume of the chaos still raging outside of the illusion, he hesitated to follow. He... He could go back... But with the chaos... The fact he'd removed bridles... He'd be caught, accused, held responsible. Brought before Isador. Burned and eaten by his wyvern. Then his green eyes turned to the darkened tunnels that Roulette was launching forward into. Even if he took the other opening that was offered, where could he go? If he went back to Dorjan's then... He'd just be taken back to be a labor slave...
Swallowing, the bitter taste of iron still in his mouth from his bit, for his bridle had not yet been removed, he shakily stepped forward, picking up speed to keep up with the group. He was at the point of no return. He couldn't return, not... Not until Isador was off of the corrupt, rotted, gold masked throne he now sat on... :... ...:
Word Count: 491 words; Post 4
|
|
|
|
Post by DawnsComing on Jul 27, 2018 14:13:18 GMT -6
Cael
The dark mare flinched as a hoof came down on her flank, causing the fire within her to grow in intensity. Whirling on the Chevalier, Cael managed to knock his hooves from beneath him causing the stallion to hit the ground with a hideous thud. Her heart pounded in her ears, her breath hot with exhilaration and rage. This was nothing like the fights within the crucible. There she was calm, collected, calculating. Cael prided herself on her tactical skills and ability to reason in the heat of a fight. But here...only white-hot anger fogged her mind.
The cry of one of the other slaves snapped the fighter back to reality, gold eyes focusing on Roulette as he urged those around him to grab weapons and head for the tunnel. Turning back to the unconscious warrior at her hooves, the mare spotted the shine of a metal sword sticking from beneath his armor. It would have to do. Unclipping the belt and throwing it over her shoulder, she knocked down another Chevalier before making her way toward the others.
Clythus stood poised at the entrance, worry hidden beneath his poised facade. Some of the others had already slipped through the strange crack in the wall and down into the darkness of the underground. Cael looked back, noting the Gallows and Roulette were not far behind before slipping in herself. The cool walls soothed her now aching pelt, her haunches sore from the hooves that came down upon them. Yet as a fighter, she had felt worse and shook her head to regain her composure.
As the mare reached the bottom of the stairs she met up with the others, all of them trying to hide the fear that grew within. She could not blame them, for they had all just forsaken their herd and sentenced themselves to death should they get caught. Was it worth it? Freedom. There were so many question and not enough time for answers. They would simply have to survive now and help each other through the toughest of times.
"The others should be coming soon," her voice was low, but loud enough to reassure the others already there.
WC: 360 | Post #3 |
|
|
|
Post by Superior-Caesar on Jul 27, 2018 14:25:35 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra watched Gallow come closer to them. He was proud of what little Umbra was able to do to help. It made the colt happier about his small addition to the fight. He wasn't brave enough or big enough to do much else. He was still worried rhough. "I don't want to go! You have to come too, dad!"
But his pleas were worthless. Illidis was dragging Umbra away. It was for the best, they needed to get to safety. The colt wanted to go. He wanted to leave so bad, but he couldn't leave behind the one family member he had. The colt just had to hope that Gallow would be on their trail.
Luckily, they all seemed to end up in the same spot. It was a crossroads for them. It was the difference between a life of imprisonment and a life of running. Umbra wanted so badly to be free. But, he needed his father with him. He thanked Illidis, then waited, close to Roulette. He hoped Galloway would be there soon. If the older stallion didn't appear then he would have to make the decision on his own. He didn't want to do that, he was too young for such a big choice, but he would make it if he had to. Umbra's heart raced in his chest and he fought back tears. "He's coming, right?" The colt turned to see if anyone had an answer for him.
Word Count: 242
Post: 5 |
|
|
|
Post by purrsain on Jul 28, 2018 15:38:48 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan looked to Roulette as he spoke. Take their weapons? Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner? Athelstan looked down to the chevalier he tackled and looked for a weapon, spotting a sword he grinned and snatched it out of grasp. He held it in front of him threateningly daring the chevaliers to come closer. Hearing Roulette call to all of them, Athelstan followed them towards the opening of the tunnels. Slicing into the shoulders of a few Chevaliers along the way, but taking care to not kill anyone he managed to defend himself with the sword till he was safely in the tunnel with the others. Athelstan followed Roulette and the others closely, not wanting to get lost in the maze of the tunnels. “ Roulette, you know a way out of the city?” He questioned the other stallion. Could he possibly have the opportunity to be free? To no longer be a slave? But what about Rania? Would she be able to escape too? Should he wait for her…. Or go ahead and leave and find her later? All these thoughts were going through his head as they walked deeper into the tunnels.
{Post: 5 | WC: 195} |
|
|
|
Post by Western-Witch on Jul 29, 2018 16:32:41 GMT -6
G A L L O W A Y
Aodh | Pit Slave
......
Behind him Clythus had found an opening. At first Gallow only saw a crack in the wall. Then it widened and revealed its true form. Gallow broke out in a huge grin. That was their way out. The tunnels!
Roulette called for them to move out, the remaining Chevaliers weren't paying attention as they dealt with their own wounds and wounded. This was their chance. He watched as Illidis kept his son close and moved him into the dark entrance. He would be forever in his debt for keeping his son safe. He watched as Cael, Athelstan and Adrian all made it in before him. The others were filtering in that direction as well. Gallow kept his blessing at the ready. He planned to use his shield as a blockade when they had all safely piled in.
Turning he ran, his newly acquired sword brandished beside him. He fought off one more Chevalier and then was in. Darkness enveloped him. "Umbra! Illidis!" His eyes slowly adjusted and he saw the two of them in the darkness. He trotted up to his son and enveloped him in a hug. He turned to Illidis, "Thank you so much for seeing him to safety. I can't repay you enough."
"Are you ready to get out of here?" Looking down at his son. "Roulette, we'll follow you to freedom." This was it. This was that moment. Galloway sheathed his sword and created a force field on the inside of their tunnel in case any Chevalier saw past the tunnel entrance's illusion. He'd dismantle it as soon as they started moving again.
He looked down at his son, a huge smile on his lips. He couldn't believe his luck to have his son by his side. To be able to raise him himself and be his father. Without someone else calling the shots.
... ... Word Count: 308 Post #6
Art by strixx-varia |
|
pond
Nebula
Posts: 9 
|
Post by pond on Jul 30, 2018 18:13:27 GMT -6
 SLEEPWALKER 18 Years | Servile Slave Thinking | Walking | Talking MARGOT had known in the past that she wasn’t strong, but she didn’t consider that now. With a fight at foot before her eyes, she felt nothing but her beating heart and heard nothing but her own racing mind.
AFTER exchanging favours with the pale Pegasus by her side -removing his ever so beautiful (yet ever so vile) restraint as gently as he had hers- Margot continued to look on at the fight. She felt rage, she felt an intense urge to do something. She had to act. She wanted to bite. She wished she had a sharpened horn. Or claws. Or venomous fangs. She wanted to throw a headbutt, and to tear into oppressors' flesh with her bare teeth. But instead she tried... to think... of an escape route. Ever logical mind.
SHE heard whispers of escape. The sewers? She could only imagine it would end up in a dead end; she didn’t know them well. And without dispatching every Chevalier in the fight at hand there would be no way of slipping down there without being noticed. Unless...?
SHE heard the call to arms from her left. She almost joined them, the group, the group searching for a way out. Was there safety in numbers? Or conspicuity?
IN the most selfish move she had ever taken, Margot quietly slinked away from the ruckus. She turned down one side street, and then another, until she was out of view and sound of the raging fight. Was it selfish? No, self preservative, she thought.
A small archway nestled close to street level marked a drainage channel; the entrance to the city's underground sewer network. It would be a tight squeeze, but Margot stretched and shuffled her body below the masonry, straining to push herself through the gap.
Splosh. She slipped into the water. Her legs soaked in sewer fluid, she wasn't quiet and not in the least graceful. She stopped suddenly, holding her breath, remembering that she must be silent. She turned her head slowly round to see if she had been followed... And then it struck her that she was alone. Alone in a sewer. No map and no intuition. Oh what had she done?
post 3 | 366 words
|
|
|
|
Post by Disastercorn on Aug 4, 2018 22:18:56 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His heart was nearly pounding out of his chest. Watching the rest of the slaves around him nearly leap into the tunnel he waited for the last few before moving in as well. This was all so much to take in. His home, it was turning it's back on him, punishing him more for what he was. What he had been born into! With his own head toss, long mane rippling, he descended down the steps and into the sewers. Quickly he found space beside Athelstan and pressed into his side. The Thoroughbred mix was quivering with adrenaline and fear, disbelief that this was actually happening.
Panting, chest rising and falling quickly, the color split eyes took in those around him. Wounds bled, nostrils flaring, hides drenched with sweat from but fighting, anger and fright. Eyes continued to flicker between the group then up to the tunnel Galloway kept covered with a force field. A good use of it. "I think that's all of us." Even with his voice low he heard the echo it caused and flinched, ears drawn back.
"Lets get those who want to leave out first... It's always easier to turn around." When the decision came, what would he do?
Word Count: 210 || Post #6 |
|
|
|
Post by Superior-Caesar on Aug 5, 2018 0:06:32 GMT -6
UmbraUmbra was quivering in wait, but his fear quickly subsided. He smiled up at the great stallion who he called his father. The colt jumped into the hug with excitement. Gallow wasn't dead, nor had he left them behind. Umbra stuck to his side like glue, now that he was with him. He listened intently to every word that was said, by Galloway or otherwise. The spotted colt wasn't going to miss a moment.
Finally there was a break. Everyone seemed to be deciding on where to go. Umbra looked up at his dad with bright eyes. "Dad," he whispered, trying to draw the pit fighter's attention. "I think we should leave. I don't want to be a slave. Mister Caspian is nice, but... He might not stay nice. He could even sell me. I don't want to be sold anymore. I just want to be with you. Can we please go?" He gave his reasoning, but Umbra was also worried they might be sentenced to a much worse fate for attempted escape. If they went back, there was no telling what might happen to any of them.
After giving his opinion to the one who mattered most, Umbra turned to the other stallion he'd started to care about. "Mister Illidis. I think you should come with us too. You would have lots of fun and we can all keep each other safe, you know!" He'd been through too many situations with the former pit fighter to see him just disappear from his life for good. Umbra was of the mindset that they all should leave, but he knew some of them had their reasons to stay. In fact, Umbra could think of one more reason not to go, but he didn't want to dwell on it for too long. He hoped that perhaps Jenko would find an escape as well, but they had no way of assuring such a thing could happen. So the colt let the thought trail away. Umbra just needed to get himself and his dad somewhere safe above all else.
Word Count: 345
Post: 6 |
|
|
|
Post by misttheelf on Aug 6, 2018 11:35:27 GMT -6
Caron followed the others into the entrance in the wall... They glanced back at the hole, before moving closer to the group.
He listened to Roulette... They could indeed choose to stay. To return to Shiya, and continue trying to give her some relief from the Sea Hag... But today's event... If they were recognized by one of those Chevaliers, they would be executed. And that would destroy Shiya... As long as they could return for her one day... They would. But for now... "...I'll follow you." They said, echoing Galloway. Caron was still unsure, but... As of right now, their only options were to leave with them, or to stay, and possibly be recognized, and punished, as far as they were aware. But... For Shiya, they had to stay alive. And going with these others, would be far safer for them, than trying to escape with Shiya on their own. Everything Caron did was for her. And no matter what... Caron will always be trying to get her out of that household.
They glanced around at the others in the group. "...Let's hurry and get out of here. Who knows how long it will take those chevaliers to find the entrance here."
WC: 203 Post 5
|
|
|
|
Post by Moose-On-Ice on Aug 6, 2018 15:59:03 GMT -6
Illidis shivered, looking down at Umbra when he asked about his father. "H...He should be..." Was his soft reply. He could try his best to reassure him, but how could he when... When he wasn't able to reassure himself? He shifted awkwardly on his feet, listening to the soft words spoken around him, still attempting to calm his pulsing heart.
"Umbra! Illidis!"
Head lifting, he looked over to Galloway, a small surge of relief washing over him. He'd made it... He turned to face him better, watching him embrace his son. Simply dipping his head, Illidis quietly replied, "Y-You kept my suspicions and knowledge a secret from our masters... I'm... I'm grateful, this is the least I can do..."
The idea of freedom was still intimidating, despite the fact it was probably the best option. He turned his gaze away, looking down the tunnel, glancing over the other equines. Ah... There were some who wanted to stay... It was tempting to think about going with them...
"Mister Illidis. I think you should come with us too. You would have lots of fun and we can all keep each other safe, you know!"
Blinking, Illidis' gaze turned to the colt, staring at him. He... Mouth opening and then shutting wordlessly, the former pit fighter looked up from Umbra to Galloway, then back to the colt. "...Alright..." He said, almost a whisper. If he was going to leave Aodh behind, until Isador was gone, at least he could leave with... Friends...? "I'll come with you..." He added. Trusting another pit fighter may have been a mistake in the past, making friendships could hurt one in the pit, still one's hoof for a brief moment which could cause a devastating loss...
But he wasn't a fighter now. They were... They were shaking off their shackles... There wasn't anything stopping him now. He wasn't sure of the colt's belief that they'd have fun, but he could stay with them and try his best to protect them. :... ...:
Word Count: 332 words; Post 5
|
|
|
|
Post by FaunaFawn on Aug 7, 2018 17:55:55 GMT -6
RouletteA Pitfighter In the sewers there was a moment of peace, but as he looked over everyone a sudden reality hit him. They were missing someone, a part of him was ready to speak out on it, wondering if he should go out and look, yet he held back. Decided everyone had their own path to follow and perhaps theirs was not meant to take the road traveled with the rest of them Roulette had to lead them out of Aodh out into safety, somewhere beyond this gilded cage.
"If everyone is alright, I say let's get moving... To freedom, to having a life we can decide on for ourselves." he smiled brightly to them. This was a chance worth dying for, something they all wanted for themselves. Roulette nodded to them and soon he was back to leading the group down though the tunnels. He had heard rumors of slaves escaping out before and with war, this was their time, less guards around the area.
Nostrils flared as he tried his best to not let the stench bother him too much there was more important things at stake then smelling decent. Eyes narrowed a bit as he took a path here and there and to some it may look like he didnt know where he was going. Maybe he didnt? While it seemed for a while they had been in the tunnels to long, Roulette heaved out a sigh happily.
A metal door was there, beyond it? Freedom. Roulette paused and looked at the group, his smile as large as he could contain. "I promised you freedom, so take it!" he remarked as he opened the door, light swarmed into the tunnel that lead outside the city walls, to a place they could run free into the woods. Roulette stood to the side allowing the others a chance to break free. To run unburden by the weight of this herd.
WC:319 | Post #6 |
|
|
|
Post by purrsain on Aug 7, 2018 22:02:31 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan walked forward with Clythus pressed to his side as they walked through the tunnels. Should he go back to Rania? What would happen if he did, surely there would be severe consequences for rebelling against the chevaliers like they did. If he left would he ever see Rania, his sister again? All of these questions plagued his mind as they walked deeper into the tunnels underneath the city. He looked around at all the other slaves in their group and chewed his lip nervously. All of the confidence he had during the chaos of attempting to escape from the chevaliers was now gone and replaced with fear. He had never been anything but a slave. He, like some of the other slaves were born into this life, to be given a chance to escape this life was a dream that would never come true. Until now, it seemed. He had the chance to be free. While he still felt some freedom with his master Rania, he still was labeled as a slave and was always forced to conform to that label by the herd.
The group paused when they came to a metal door. Was this it? Had they finally reached the door that could lead them to their long deserved freedom? His question was immediately answered by Roulette "I promised you freedom, so take it!" he exclaimed to them with the largest smile Athelstan had ever seen on the stallions face. Athelstan squinted as Roulette opened the door causing light to blind them all. His eyes adjusted to the light and he smiled, a genuine smile. They had done it. They had reached the door that would change their lives forever. It was then he had made up his mind. He would leave, and when the time came, he knew he would see Rania again.
"Finally. We're free." Athelstan whispered mostly to himself
{Word Count: 315| Post: 6} |
|
|
|
Post by DawnsComing on Aug 8, 2018 11:25:29 GMT -6
Cael
The walk through the sewers was silent, only a few soft words mumbled to each other for fear of catching unwanted attention from anyone who might be nearby. Cael took up the rear of the small group once again, golden eyes watching the various kinds of equine who had made the escape possible. A small foal, a large pitfighter, a peaceful servile slave, a fierce leader; they had all contributed to this moment. As the slaves approached the large metal door, Roulette turned to them.
"I promised you freedom, so take it."
Freedom. There was so much emphasis on that word. It was something all slaves coveted, a desire they were resigned to never reach. The dark mare closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of Lilith and wondering what she might think when Cael didn't return. There was a pang of sadness there weighing heavy in her gut. But there was no way to turn back now for even if she did, not only would the fighter face execution but also shame on her beloved family.
Teke touched the bridle that hung loosely from the sword's hilt. She had kept it as a momentum to not only her origin but also as a keepsake. As the great doors were pushed open and light streamed into the dark space, Cael made herself a promise. She would return to Lilith, someday. And when she did, she would be a free mare; free of slavery and free of guilt.
WC: 245 | Post #4 |
|
pond
Nebula
Posts: 9
|
Post by pond on Aug 10, 2018 8:08:20 GMT -6
SLEEPWALKER 18 Years | Servile Slave Thinking | Walking | Talking
SHADOWS passed on the street above, a clang of hooves on stone accompanying them. Margot moved like a wound up spring, a body built with tension; a rope pulled tight on its final splitting thread. Splish. Splash. Splosh. Every sound Margot made reverberated off the walls. She shivered. The cold water came up to her knees, and she heard an eerie drip… drip… drip bounce around the cavernous sewer as she walked.
She slowly took steps forward, trying to be as quiet as she possibly could, when she suddenly felt something brush against her leg, and she jumped out of her skin! It was a rat! And then another brushed past her other side. They were each carrying an enormous bunch of grapes by their mouths.
“I saw them go down here!” Margot froze instantly. The voice was not loud on the street level, but it felt it.
“Give it up. You won’t go down there for a few grapes will you?”
“BUT!-“
“Come on, it’ll be worse if we’re late than if we have no grapes”.
Her heart tore through her skin. She huddled in the shadow just past where the light from that opening fell, and exhaled delicately when the voice exclaimed: “Fine! But I won’t take the blame whe…” and trailed off as the speaker walked away.
SHE continued walking, and as she had been down there for a while now, she started to wonder why she had heard no ruckus on the level above. She were to continue in this thought, but just as she was passing through another shaft of light from a street-level opening to the sewer, a band of chevaliers marched through, the rhythmic thud of their feet reverberating the walls, and she stood, eyes wide, lungs still, staring up. Until she caught the eye of a passing soldier. They looked at her, aghast. She trembled, this was it, the jig was up, and she would... She would be… she almost regressed into her previous petrified state; the one that overcame after the branding. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the noise and scrapes of chevaliers in the sewer, coming to get her. But it never came. She opened her right eye first, and then her left. Nothing? There was nothing? The march had passed by and she was still alone in the sewer. Even the rats had moved on.
-
MARGOT must have wandered for hours-- she could barely handle this. Her body trembled with fear and she very very nearly fell to her knees. She wanted to let her head rest against the cold, wet, curved wall and to silently sob to herself. To let the fetid water encroach on her gullet as she would sink into it with despair. But Mam's words from all those years ago echoed in her head. "There's no use crying about it, Maggot". And there wasn't.
-
SHE had picked herself up, and trudged grudgingly forward. She had wandered the sewers until the sun was high in the sky, and now it was beginning to lower. She had turned this way and that through the maze, sure that she had retraced her own steps more than once. By now her eyes weren't ahead, they were down, looking at the ripples her legs made in the water as she walked. Ss-plosh! Something made a sound around the corner, so she craned her neck round to see. It was another rat. But she double took. What was that at the end of the tunnel? That waning and flittering light? Ears perked, head high, she rounded the corner to investigate, and as she drew closer, a great rushing noise faded into earshot. Trotting now, making a great noise as she did, tail swishing in excitement, she approached the tiny blinking glimmer of daylight, to find it was an outlet for the waste water! The brown gunk cascaded out of the channel and down the cliff side, crashing on its rocky surface as it went.
MARGOT peered up and out. She could see the gilded bridge above her! This was it! The ocean. She tasted the air for a moment, but knew she had no time to lose. Carefully navigating the slippery stone steps that lined the cliff side, she ebbed closer to the soft sandy beach. Too impatient for the stairs as she drew nearer to the ground, she leaped from them eagerly, landing as elegantly as was possible in the circumstances on her feet, sinking slightly into the soft sand upon impact. She relished in this moment, feeling the grainy beach texture on the frogs of her feet, the wind chafing her skin, the salted air on her tongue. Stretching her long legs outward, she began to run. Who am I kidding. This wasn't a light jog. She galloped, she almost flew along the coastline, feeling the city diminish behind her, filling her lungs with fresh, free air. Free. FREE!
F R E E !
post 4 | 830 words
|
|
|
|
Post by Queerly on Sept 12, 2018 0:30:34 GMT -6
 Thank you for participating in Aodh 603!
Rewards to: Roulette, Illidis, Clythus, Adrian, Caron, Galloway, Umbra, Margot, Athelstan, Cael |
|
