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Whiskey neat - Ampere - 05-28-2017
@Volterra first please @Syrena to Forger @Sunjata to Sleuth RE: Whiskey neat - Volterra - 05-29-2017
@Pippigrin to Gladiator! @Astarot to Sun Physician! Congrats guys! I'll be throwing the Kaos patrol up in the Marsh shortly, set the day after the party. Any adult can attend, the more the merrier, and those who remain are welcome to post a thread guarding the foals! RE: Whiskey neat - Isopia - 05-29-2017
RE: Whiskey neat - Sunjata - 05-30-2017 a calm sea never made a skilled sailor
Suddenly, Ampere bellows out to the crowd, gathering his attention immediately. He shifted his attention immediately to her and Volterra as they began to make announcements. Quietly, his navy hooves began to drag him that way, wondering what kind of information was so important that it demanded attention at a time like this. Though it wasn’t like he’d say much about it. When he finally came to the meeting and gave his utmost attention to Ampere, he was pleased to hear the results. At first, Syrena was promoted to Forger, and his icy gaze shifted across the sands to find the siren-mare and offer her a congratulatory smile and a dip of his head, noting that he’d need to congratulate her later on the promotion. Then, his own name was called, promoted to Sleuth. His feathers pricked slightly in surprise as his head swung back to Ampere as she looked for Volterra. And while his Sultan continued to speak, he was still stuck on the idea that he had proven himself enough to be promoted. A smile graced his lips as he finally focused on what Volterra was saying, about Kaos and patrols. And before the man could say anything, an unfamiliar yet large mare spoke up of speaking with the Goddess and of another that had deciphered the strange symbols on the side of the altar. Nevertheless, he acknowledged the interest, his head shifting to Volterra and Ampere as his smile slightly faded. “Thank you for the promotion. I’ll do whatever I can for the patrols that you need.” He offered a hearty smile before remaining silent, yet still, to hear what they might say in return to Isopia’s information. "Talk." sunjata RE: Whiskey neat - Astarot - 05-30-2017 Astarot and Zafir
He stood around watching everyone hoping that his herbs wouldn't be needed. With the herd being full of children and fighters he had abstained from the liquor. If anyone got hurt he wanted to be ready to patch them up. The stallion watched everyone smiling softly while Zafir sat on his back scarlet eyes trailing over everyone slowly. She loved to stare at people and try to make them uncomfortable. If they didn't squirm under her eyes she liked them, it was as simple as that. He glanced back at her smiling at his counterbalance. She was defiantly the opposite of himself, arrogant, distrustful, vain, and bitchy. She trilled softly to him as her eyes saw the two leaders moving off from his sister. Ampere called them all forward with her great bellow. He chuckled softly to himself wondering how someone so small could be so loud. Zafir pricked her head up eyes on her bonded's father. The mighty stallion always intrigued her with his power and ability to rope in two of her kind. She called to the Sultan her head tilting slightly scarlet eyes bright. Astarot nodded warmly as his father from the front of the group. They both listened to Ampere their blood pounding with pride at her words. When she yelled about the mighty Throat Astarot and Zafir both raised their voices. A puff of frost flew from her blue lips with her excitement. They both enjoyed the comradery of the Throat and how much they all cared for each other. They fell quiet once more as the blue mare carried on. His dual eyes brightened and he yelled again smiling brightly at the two that had been promoted. Zafir merely glanced at the two other horses. He nodded at each of them warmly, they were both very worthy of their given ranks. That was when he saw the large bay mare with wide sides. Quietly he strode towards her dual eyes warm and welcoming. "Hello Miss. I'm Astarot and this is Zafir, welcome to the Throat." His large skull marked face dipped respectfully while Zafir watched her with narrowed eyes. She could smell dragon's on the lady and shifted her eyes to the sky her lip curling slightly. He turned when it was his father's turn to speak ears pricking slightly. 'Pippigrin seriously?' He stared at his father trying to figure out why they had chosen the midget to lead the warriors. Where they really that desperate for fighters? Then Volterra spoke his name. Zafir whipped her head around her heart soaring as she rose swiftly into the sky screaming her joy and shooting puffs of frost. His jaw almost hit the floor before her gathered his wits. His large head lowered again to both leaders in his gratitude. Then Volterra was off and running again. Dual eyes slam back to look at his littler sister and he walks to her side looking her over carefully. He chuckled and nudged her shoulder as she rolled her eyes at his examination. Satisfied he shifted to her side to listen to everything else his father had to say. Zafir landed excitedly on his broad back cooing softly still thrilled for the dunskin man. His ears quiver curiously at the thought of black clovers sprouting from the liquid that had touched his sister. He glances at her curiously before turning speaking up. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on her. I will join the patrol tomorrow, and I would like to see the clovers. I think it might be best to study them when we get to the Marsh. If anything is going to happen I will be prepared with herbs." He turned his eyes between the Sultan and Sultana thoughtfully. He needed to speak to one of them about acquiring a bag for herbs, but that could wait. He took a deep breath, sure they wouldn't like what he was going to say next, "It might be in our best interest to not storm in there looking for a fight, or we might just get one." His eyes bore into his father's before turning to Ampere. They were both warriors in their own right and he was telling them not to fight. He was well aware how they both had flaming tempers and Kaos might as well. If they charging in ready to take on all of his might, he might not be able to save everyone. --------------------------- Talk Words :: 741 OOC :: @Isopia @Volterra - table by Niki - RE: Whiskey neat - Gulliver - 06-03-2017
CAN YOU PROMISE ME THAT NO ONE WILL CRY AT MY FUNERAL
The Sultana's bellow pulled his attention from his mingling, his eyes finding the stormy mare. The news of promotions made him smile, and he quickly searched to pick out those who's names have been called. He still can not claim to know everyone's name, but the party has lent a hand in identifying those who he didn't recognize. His ears pricked at his friend's name, and his head bobbed with excitement for Pip. He hasn't known the pegasus long, but he has a deep respect of love for him. After all, Pip is the one who showed him home. He glanced at the hobbit, sending a heartfelt smile towards him, unsure if Pip noticed in the crowd. That doesn't matter, though.
His eyes drew forward once again, this time focusing on the Sultan standing beside the dark mare Ampere. News of doom? Vibrations of the earth and a black rain sounds like something out of a grimoire, a spell of dark magic. He knows now that magic is all too real here in this land, being a witness to it first hand. His brow furrowed. The potential of knowledge here was great, however the passive stallion tends to keep his body out of harms way. The thought of venturing out of his now comfortable home made his heart thump. Gully stared at Volterra, swallowing hard at his call for the able bodied. Of course, Gully couldn't hope to gain any knowledge by staying hoveled up in his little hole. He watched silently as an unfamiliar, pregnant mare spoke up. This whole thing seems to be orbiting the name Kaos. It was unfamiliar to him, but the air felt stiff every time someone said it. Like a sooty fog that choked the oxygen out. The talk of runes and alters caught his attention. After all, he holds the title of apostle. Things of that sort always holds his interest. He moved forward from his position at the rear of the crowd, sliding his thick frame between the others of the herd. He hopes to catch Volterra before the stallion departs, or drinks.
@Volterra || Blah!
RE: Whiskey neat - Arakh - 06-04-2017
RE: Whiskey neat - Syrena - 06-08-2017 She’d been around, but not really, because parties were definitely not her thing. She doesn’t like touching anyway, and all those bodies so close together is basically a recipe for brushing into everyone and everything nearby. Syrena kept to the side, letting Thea try to make friends, though even her companion seemed a little overwhelmed by the number of horses in one place. Syrena did, at least, get herself a drink before settling in to watch what unfolded. There was plenty of entertainment in watching. Syrena let the water take me |