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| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1hh :: 4 Years 8 Months |
| Adoptable |
Ari.
Her name is Ari. No longer does she bear the title ‘Athena’, the beautiful legendary goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. Infinite knowledge. Instead she is Ari. It is a pretty name, and Athena is grateful that Faelene has not cursed her with a name that rolls off the tongue unpleasantly. Here she is at last, the Basin. She aches for home, like a bruise that won’t heal. Always reminding her that she is out of place. Everything her gaze touches is compared similarly to the Throat, and it makes her ache with homesickness that she hasn’t felt in a few years. It is far colder than she is used to, but the Time God has done the Basin well and gifted them with a wondrous home. Athena finds she cannot hate them, for she is nearly incapable of hate. Merely a deep disappointment and sadness that creatures could turn so far into darkness, and not want anybody to heal them. Then again, that was what she was there for. To try and heal them. Aided only by her words and actions, knowing she would stand no chance against seasoned warrior whom had been in vicious battle with her own dear home.
Ari.
She must remind herself of it, and do it often. For she must respond to it quickly enough to be natural. Soft hazel eyes scanned the stretch of faded snow and few evergreens. Head low and unassuming. Adopting a skittering walk, showing to anyone with eyes that not only does she not lift a horn upon her crown but that she is merely a servant. A slave to the higher race they believe themselves to be. Again she tuts in her mind, but does not say anything within the privacy of her own mind. Her first meeting she hoped wouldn’t end in her being sliced open by such deadly horns, but she hopes for the best nonetheless. Optimism and willpower can drive anyone to any lengths, no matter what you have on your side. So long as you don’t get yourself killed.
Lion tail flickered unhappily through the snow, but heart was set on receiving the magic she had wished for since she was but a filly. Her goddess had decided to gift her with this chance, and with a hidden smile Ath-no, Ari, sent up another prayer. I know you are busy with far grander schemes than the existence of a simple mare, my Goddess, but please do not forget me. I will serve you proudly in this home of snow.
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It is perfectly clear to him his name is Rapha- not Jim, not Snotrag, not Bacchus. He does not need time to make the connection. Perhaps it has something to do with him being a slave for a year now, but he switches identities easily. He adapts to circumstances and situations. If his master wants him to act tough, he will act tough. If master wants him to lie down and lower his head (which Rapha does anyways), he will do so without a word.
Rapha knows many things, many rumors, about happenings and the Plague. One who must act deaf and blind and is fully ignored, like he is a rock, picks up on many things. However, he has not heard of a new slave, or prisoner. He does not know Deimos or that he has returned. He knows that a new foal has been born to the Time Mender, the poisoner, and to his mate, and the child's name is Nao. He knows that Valentine was outcasted. He is vaguely aware that the sir named Xanthos has fled with a prisoner, but otherwise, he knows not.
So the scent of a pegasus came as a surprise, and his heart leapt most selfishly. Someone that is his equal! He bolts into a raggedy gallop, leaping down towards her, skidding to a halt, mildly surprised to see she had no wings, and he squealed-
"Another slave! I knew it! I knew it! I'm not alone! Who do you belong to?! I belong to Sno! She's the princess of the Basin you know- it is so good to have company!"
look, over there- the slave? yes, the slave.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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He has been busy as of late, the brindled stallion; scouring the lands of Helovia for the perfect specimens to bring back home to his brothers and sisters, as well as searching Helovia's Threshold for prospective Aurorans. He had found a few in his time spent there, promptly bringing them home to join the ranks. He could only hope that they would thrive and learn their place here, or even rise to the top themselves.
It was a rare day of respite for Crowley, simply spending the length of the day grazing and being otherwise lazy. Although he wished he could be moving at top speed all the time, his body, as well as his mind, needed a break every once in a while. It wasn't as cold as usual within the Basin, but it still wasn't as warm as the rest of the land. It was a comfortable temperature in his opinion, and for all he cared, he could stand to go on an extended vacation to enjoy it. But just as the thought began to settle within his mind, the sound of a sudden, explosive gallop snaps him back into reality.
Golden gaze lands upon the short dun as he races across the snow, headed for who knew where, with way too much excitement. The sight of the equine disgusts him, twisting his gut in hatred. Sadly, he was a regular face within the Basin, but he was to be untouched. A slave, he was, but not a prisoner. He belonged to the Princess, the Empress' own daughter. Crowley almost turned to move himself elsewhere, far away from the dun, when something else caught his eye. Was that... a Pegasus? It was the strangest one he'd ever seen, if that was what she was, but she sure as hell didn't have a horn on her head.
It came as no surprise to him when he saw Rapha come to a stop before the mare, speaking all too quickly, and much too excitedly. The way he spoke, Crowley might have wondered if he enjoyed being a slave. He didn't know. But his focus was now upon the golden mare, and with a grin slowly plastering itself upon his face, he turns, and begins to approach.
With a sharp look to Rapha, his ears pin back against his head, a clear look that told the dun to back off and leave the mare be for a moment. Removing his eyes from the slave, he turns them back to the palomino, and that trademark grin of his returns to his lips as he speaks. "I see we've acquired yet another able bodied slave," his accented voice curls, and taking a step closer, he inhales. She does not smell of the Basin as thickly as the rest, not yet, but he cannot place where she had originally come from, nor who she belonged to. Snapping his gaze back to her, he spoke again, his voice demanding. "Who is your master?"
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| Dragon's Throat Pupil |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1hh :: 4 Years 8 Months |
| Adoptable |
It has been a while, as Ari wanders. She doesn't know how much time passes, merely hoping to run into someone. It is time for her to submit herself to this low position, below these unicorns that watch her with contempt. If they even look at her at all. Ath-Ari she stressed to herself, can't help but feel the stirring of something darker inside her that she isn't sure she likes. Pushing it away she concentrates on the increase of noise around her, blinking owlishly and glancing around. From the distance a small dark subject came careening towards her, face lit up in joy. She is surprised to notice the lack of wings and horn upon his body, and waits patiently for him to come to her. Catching herself quickly and keeping her head low, smiling shyly and nervously as if afraid to feel joy. It hurts her heart to know she has to do that, but it nearly shatters when boyish face grins at her and voice comes tumbling out joyously. He seemed so happy to be a slave, so used to it. She wanted to embrace him, wash away what he thought was right and care for him. Take him far away from the evil that had tainted him so thoroughly. Even so she smiles, ears flickering with her tail to make it seem like she was nervous and shy, though her eyes are bright and welcoming towards Rapha. "Another slave? I haven't met you yet..." voice turning into awe at her command, eyes going wide and happy. "I belong to Faelene! You belong to Sno?" Voice dropping to a whisper, as if envious of his position serving the princess of the Basin.
Another comes on the scene then, a stallion with a proud horn upon his forehead. A grin severs his face as if it has been cut open that way, and Athena shudders on the inside. His words curl around her like smoke, burning her insides. She wishes to hate him, and is surprised to find the very seed of it is growing inside. Frightened, she stomped down on that horrible emotion. Victims of circumstance, she tells herself. Nodding slowly and bowing her head lower to him, eyes darting from his gaze to Rapha to the ground and back. He demands of her who she belongs to, and quickly she replies in a tone soft and submissive. "Miss Faelene, sir. I'm her slave." Ari, she reminds herself. Though telling him her name seems far too prideful of her, for that would mean she owned herself in some way.
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She smiles, and his heart seems to melt, and he stares with her with admiration in her eyes, even if he is worth more than her in the way slaves are, looking at their masters' position in life. At least, that is what he quietly believes in the times he stands and stays by his Master's side, waiting for her, staying for her, tied by a thousand invisible chains so much stronger than anything else. Rapha then finds himself taking a little closer look at her. Pretty (not as pretty as Master Sno), with a coat of sandy gold and a mane and tail of snow, but eyes dull brown and two little wings tipping the extravagantly long tail.
She had spoken and he had opened his mouth to reply when an oppressive black shadow seems to fall over them, as if the quiet happiness had been drawn away from the crisp air, and the stallion so called Crowley appears, a beast of darkness embodied, and if the rumors were true, a strange stallion with the abilities to curse. Hastily Rapha backed away, dropping his head and twisting ears, hooves scuffling tracks into the snow. Perhaps it is Birdsong, yet here the Basin remains moderately cool, unless you keep to the hot mineral waters.
Actually, speaking of literal snow, where is Mistress? Shouldn't she be here? Shouldn't she go find him? Wait- shouldn't he go find her? Oh, how the little yearling confuses himself.
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look, over there- the slave? yes, the slave.
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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It took only a brief moment for the winged mare to answer him, dropping her head lower to the ground at his presence. A wise move on her part, for even if she was not his, he wouldn't hesitate to properly show her her place within the Basin. It was a troubling thought that someone should choose a Pegasus for their slave, for only the most loyal of servants wouldn't simply take to the skies and never return.
At the mentioned of the red maned Thief, his very own superior, a short look of surprise crossed Crowley's face. Yes, Faelene was a valued member of the Plague, and he was proud to call her his sister, but... he simply couldn't imagine her as the slave master type. A soft chuckle passed through his lips, before he turned his head to look upon the young dun named Rapha. The excitement that had previously marred his face was now gone, replaced with a hint of fear. "Why are you here?" He spoke up then, "What if Sno is in need of you? You wouldn't want to make her upset now, would you, slave?" A retorhical question, of course, a hint that he could only hope the boy would follow.
Returning his attention back to the palomino, he stepped towards her, perhaps closer than she would be comfortable with. He gave a careless whip of his tail, allowing the tips to barely caress her. In no way was this an act of affection, however, for the brindle was meaning to make her as uncomfortable as was possible. "So," his voice came curling again, "You serve the Basin's dearest Thief, do you? That's surprising." Of course, Crowley was clueless as to the real reasoning behind the mare's presence within the Basin, and he didn't question the fact that she was truly a slave. It was merely difficult to think that Faelene would acquire a slave for herself.
Finally he came to a stop, having made a complete circle around her, and now stood directly facing the Pegasus. "What is your name, anyways?"
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| Dragon's Throat Pupil |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1hh :: 4 Years 8 Months |
| Adoptable |
Rapha is so sweet and endearing that Ari cannot help but to smile at him, wishing fate had not wrapped her arms around his little frame. If only things had been different, Ari would have loved to have been his friend. He does not deserve this, and again that dark hatred stirs in her belly. It scares her, for she has never been one to hate. Never been one to succumb to such tasteless feelings, and she fears that her Goddess knew that. Was that why she had chosen this particular quest for Ari? Knowing that placing her in the midst of hatred and racism would make Ari darker? Ari tries not to think of that, fearing what will happen. She must trust in her Goddess, and not stray from this path.
Before the cutie pie can reply, silence descends on them. The stallion is fearsome but Ari is not easily intimidated, though she acts as if she is. Acting is quite easy, she finds herself thinking. Surprise flickers over the larger stallion's face, and Ari hopes she has not chosen a bad candidate to sneak herself in with. No, she must trust in Faelene just as she trusts in her Goddess. He turns to Rapha, and Ari resists the urge to narrow her eyes. The words that fall from his lips are cutting, and Ari wishes to stand up to him. She does not believe in violence, but she does have a wide array of vocabulary that can be used quite well. It surprises her, how willing she is to throw herself into what is certainly dangerous for the other slave. Ari is a hopeless fighter, and would never fight back. Yet she would step between them? It is a thought to ponder at a different time, for the brute is turning to her now and she must focus on her acting. He is circling her, tail reaching out to flick against her hide. Ari refused to jump, stubborn but not letting it show. Keeping herself meek, though one ear follows him, and tail flickers faster with her heart. Both from fear of him and fear of being found out. What he says is rhetorical, at least to her. Though crown nods submissively to agree with him nevertheless. At last he stopped and she gave a tiny shiver of relief. Eyes of hazel flickered up to him, warm despite the washed out icy wasteland. Ari is not capable of keeping the inherent warmth of her soul from her face. Gaze flickers back down quickly, knowing that there is only a small amount of time in which she can look him in the face. "Ari, sir," she said. Tail curling up her leg, wings fluttering, all that remained to show that she descended from Pegasus parents. Briefly she wondered if that would cure the racism in this band. If they knew that despite being pureblood unicorns they could birth a hornless. Would they chase their young away, then? Athena had been born without wings, but she had been loved. Would it horrify them to know that it was possible of their children as well?
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