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Post by pirate on Nov 30, 2012 10:02:46 GMT -5
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[/font][/size][/div] Naturally his company was required within the boundaries of Bayard. Hotah often chose to never leave those imaginary, his large hoof-prints leaving a well marked path about the borders. Instead his walks would carry his stocky body religiously up and down, fire eyes darting out to the distance to make certain there would be no approaching trouble. Bayard as well as the Capital had seen a lack of disturbances from the Ilosia natives and for that most were thankful. The Guard Captain of Bayard was among those who quietly thought a word of gratitude toward the lack of skirmishes, not particularly blood-thirsty as some of his comrades. Hotah would always behave in the better interests of his home, not too crazed as to start another war and not too soft as to deny punishment for those who deserved it. He did not wish for peace but he did not wish for blood to be shed either. Hotah hardly ever wished, because wishes were a frivolous thing and he did not understand frivolous things.
The slow gait he carried quietly drew to a standstill, dust rising up from his steps. Hotah lifted his head, the white and long hairs of his “beard” seeming to stir with the motion. For half a minute he watched, body stilled to the point he might have been chiseled from stone. And then, just as quickly as he had quieted, the fire-sun marked stallion was moving again. The sun which dappled his coat shone on scars, faded grey where hair refused to grow back, its bright rays cast harsh shadows on the muscles beneath his coat, almost causing him to seem more bulky than he actually was. Hotah was a machine of war, built to protect and serve without a second thought. He showed such a trait in his physical being as well as his mental state, often alone due to his lack of verbal communication. The best sorts of soldiers were the ones which had nothing to lose, married to their job without vulnerability for the enemy to expose. Hotah was the best sort of soldier.
With each step he took beneath the sunshine, Hotah moved away from Bayard, its noise and inhabitants at his back. He knew the stallions which guarded the borders were more than capable of looking after it in his absence, and weeks of observance had claimed little enemy activity at all. The further he could move over the grounds of Ilosia, the more he could learn. Hotah was not a stealthy creature meant to slip beneath brush and spy, but there were many neutral grounds he could investigate and learn things which might one day become an advantage.
It was the waterfalls he eventually found, Syldan Falls, a name Hotah only knew by information extracted from a captured native. His ear flicked back and then forth while broken strands of white hair stirred slightly. Some might sigh upon the beauty of the sight, Hotah only made sure to peer at what could be potential hiding areas for an ambush. He was not currently seeking a fight and would not care to find one. Instead he stood quietly, a lone stoic figure near the tumbling waterfalls, his coat becoming more and more dappled by the drifting mist. ....................... [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] TEMPLATE BY LALA YO! OF CAUTION 2.0[/center] |
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Post by NASUADAA on Nov 30, 2012 19:11:30 GMT -5
 Trigger had not been built for the likes of a Capital Guard, and yet he found himself in amongst the crew, he stuck out like a sore thumb in between all the heavily packed horses. 'No place for you puny horse.' He heard one guard comment as he passed down the line, it was a bitter voice with an accent that sounded similar to a russian or german accent. Trigger flicked an ear in his direction, but did not slow, his face appearing stern and emotionless. Despite his tall body, he had still managed to be called puny. Something was not right about that situation and it only annoyed the black stallion more as he passed his guarding post and continued on into the growing day.
"Puny, pfft." Trigger snarled, his top lip forming an ugly line as he thought back to the heavy-set guard, and shook his head. "I towered over that fool, how could he call me puny? The nerve of some horses..." He spat, dragging himself past tree after tree until he could no longer recognize the place he was in and had to stop. The trees were sparse, growing in thinner and thinner clumps as a strong scent of water drifted to his nostrils. There was a distant ringing whose cause was unknown. Trigger turned his head towards the sound, contemplating what it might mean. He had not wandered so far away from the Capital before and these lands were very unfamiliar to him, yet there was something pulling him towards that sound. He drifted slowly, and with each step he took the ringing thickened and grew deeper, forming a more solid sound in his mind. Rushing water was it? The thoroughbred moved quicker, sudden excitement coursing through him as he bounded into the direction of the tumbling water.
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Post by Tricky on Nov 30, 2012 22:38:05 GMT -5
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[/IMG][/div] JAVIER SLOEL [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: 262626;] There is a part of him – small, insignificant – that misses the large stone walls of Ilyman. There is a part of him – tiny, minute – that wishes they could return to the crumbling ruins, half covered in dried lava, uninhabitable and yet still reeking of him. There is a part of him that loathed the existence they had come to cling to – this battle, this delicate balance they have created between progress and nature, between the Arcaian force and the Er’Undi natives. He doesn't understand why they waver, standing in their uncertainty, reluctant to act. He does not understand why their beloved king and queen have not given the command to march forward - to either assimilate the Er'Undi into their ranks or destroy them completely.
Progress, nothing must stand in their way.
They were the future.
Their ways and their belief. There was certainly going to be a part of the Er'Undi's culture that would live on in their own, it was all a part of the process. It isn't the Er'Undi that frustrates Javier, it is the uncertainty. The way they are not sure whether to conquer or accept. The anticpation, the lack of action, it is too much to bare. So he wanders instead, around the grounds of the Capital, ensuring that his guards men are all accounted for. All of them except one.
Their newest addition, currently off duty and out of sight. Javier had no personal feelings there Trigger was concerned, and has only accepted the boy on a whim. It would be interesting to see how he turned out, the man with many secrets, most of them not belonging to him. That was the aspect that made Javier interested, secrets could be useful, especially to him.
He follows Triggers trail at a leisurely pace and does not stumble upon the stallion until he reaches the falls, the two of them are not alone - the horse that stands among the mist smells of Arcaia, and of Bayard in particular, and Javier recognizes him as Hotah. Bayard's Guard Captain - Javier had never had the pleasure of meeting him. His golden eyes sweep between his guard and the guard captain, as if deciding who to go to first. In the end he heads towards Hotah, assuming that Trigger would join them at some point (the lad did not seem anti-social, but Javier is still making assumptions).
"Quiet day," his voice is smooth, soft, touched with humour, as he moves to the man's side and dips his head. This was the opportune chance to see how the Captain of Bayard was like. "I am Javier, from the Capital. How is Bayard?"
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Post by pirate on Dec 1, 2012 9:12:20 GMT -5
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The quiet currently known to the Syldan Falls was soon to end, but a word of complaint wouldn’t pass Hotah’s lips. Gratitude was even more less than likely, the draft guard captain being a stallion who didn’t have an opinion on such matters. What he enjoyed and what he did not enjoy where traits which had been ruthlessly trained from him as a colt, in dreams he might hear his mother’s soft cooing but upon waking it was all forgotten. What have they done to my sweet sunboy? She might ask him in a dream, and Hotah would be at a loss for words.
This was not a dream, however; the distant roar of the water falling and the approaching thundering of hooves where just a series of information the world was thrusting into his mind to process. Hotah would be gifted with two of his Arcaian brethren, the first seen would be one he did not know and the second would be known by name and rank alone. His fire-orange eyes drifted beneath his white-eyelashes, the pupils pinpointing on the moving figure that came from far off. It was dressed in black, blurs of white caught from a distance marked along its legs and face. A speedy creature, someone much quicker than Hotah and having advantages where he had weaknesses, Hotah’s muscles tensed slightly until he could be certain it was not an Er'Undi native.
The colors were too vivid, the poll did not sport magnificent antlers, Hotah continued to read information that could separate the newcomer and place them in neutral territory. His thick skull was lifted, shoulders bunched and multi-colored lips pressed together as he watched. Just shortly after the dark stallion entered another was close behind. Hotah’s ear flicked amongst the coarse hair of his thick bangs, eyes sliding curiously for another look. White and red marks sharply contrasted against black skin, the tail of a predator, little ticks and past facts gathered told Hotah this was Javier, the guard captain of the Capital. A sense of respect swept into him and relaxed the tenseness his muscles had previously held, weight shifting.
Hotah offered a dip of his skull as Javier did. “Guard Captain,” Hotah repeated the words after Javier’s introduction, to make certain his facts weren’t betraying him and this was, in fact, the guard captain. “Pleasure. I am Hotah.” But Javier’s inquiry left him understanding the authority also knew where Hotah stood in the ranks of their militia. “Quiet,” he replied in turn and moved his gaze for a moment off to the third member in the immediate terrain before sweeping the far off distances. “And the Capital?” Perhaps there would be news to tell his men. Hotah did not doubt his Lord or Lady, knowing they would deliver word of the King or Queen if such a notice came, but he still would enjoy hearing word from a fellow guard captain.
A low grunt came from his lips as he turned his head back and gave a curious look to the lean frame of their unnamed company.
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Post by NASUADAA on Dec 1, 2012 17:41:15 GMT -5
TR i GGER H a P P Y ♠ ♠ His muscles tensed, white eyes landing on the flame coloured soldier just as his landed on him. There was a teetering moment where both surveyed each other, determining whether or not one was foe or ally. Trigger clenched his teeth together, taking in the vibrant colours and antler-less head of the grey stallion which instantly put the massive brute under 'friend'. Though friend was such a stretched out word, it could be used for acquaintances, or to gain the trust of someone you needed to get knowledge from. Trigger unclenched his jaw, sweeping his red tongue over his cracked lips. "A friend," he deemed out loud with a sweep of his head and a grin spreading to his lips. Though he was not close enough for the heavy horse to hear, he might have noticed the grin on his face. Just minutes after Trigger decided on this fact, another, more familiar face appeared out of the line of trees. Splashed through the mist, Trigger could easily make out the white markings that spread across Javier's face, and the curl of that strange, lion-like tail. Now, now...what would the Guard Captain be doing here? He wondered, slipping slyly over to the duo as they introduced each other. "Captain Javier, what a pleasure it is to see you on this fine day," Trigs said in a cheery and almost pleasant voice. His head turned towards the flamed man and he gives the Guard that pleasant, intriguing grin of his. "And Hotah, I have heard much of you." Had he really? Did he know a lot of this stallion? No, not at all...but it was always amusing to see the looks on faces when they thought that he did know. The lengths people would go to keep a secret, oh it was such a satisfying and delicious thing. Only they would never know that Trigger always knew the truth. "Captain Javier already knows who I am, but for the sake of introductions, I am Trigger Happy, a mere Castle Guard at the Capital." The cheery note faded as he told them his title, his voice sounded almost jealous or regretful, though they would not understand his desires as much as the next person would. His eyes drift back to Javier and to Hotah once more a grin plastered to his lips despite the turmoil grinding through his rickety body. He will have a name, everyone will know of him soon enough.
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Post by Sang on Dec 5, 2012 5:14:21 GMT -5
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Ilyman. Though it had been several years since she had last seen the ruined city, the scars and atrocities that had been committed upon its shores were still fresh in the young queen’s mind. Oh how some nights she wished she could just turn back the clock for a few hours, savior her time with her parents before they had thrust her into the ever tiring task of leading a nation. This was not possible however clearly, and instead the mare found herself pacing the ramparts of the capital daily, hooves cracking against the stone in frustration, green eyes gazing out over the land splayed before her. Illosia had so much potential to be shaped and molded into an empire that would last for generations to come, and yet, it was still quite out of her grasp.
Today however, was a day out of the ordinary. Arsenic having had enough of the confines of her city strode from its gates, a pair of guards trailing just out of her view. There would be no thoughts on conquest, deception, plotting or scholarly for the next few hours at least, no, she was simply going to take a break from her duties and walk wherever her hooves would take her within the borders of the surrounding territory.
It was a quiet morning, the dew on the grass glittering like small shards of glass as she ambled through it, legs becoming damp from the accumulated moister, a trickle of steam rising from her nostrils with each breath she took. Craning her neck, her eyes cast backwards for a moment, noting the blurs of her men just out of sight and sound, a small grin pulling across her usually stern lips. May as well make them work for their feed.
And with a sudden movement, her muscles bunched under her hindquarters and the onyx mare took off at a break-neck gallop, hindquarters digging into the soft soil and she propelled herself forward across the open trailhead in front of her. The sun was now high enough in the sky that the amber glow of the morning was making way for the pleasant onset of the afternoon and the ground beneath her churning feet was basked in a healthy sheen. Her blackened coat as was now shining like a beacon as her stride increased further, her breath slightly labored, wind whipping her long locks back behind her as she moved.
Arsenic could hear her men behind her struggling to keep up, but she kept pressing forward, until the smell of freshly churning water catching her senses as she veered to the left, towards a steeply sloped hill. Letting out a loud grunt, the young mare’s stride started to slow slightly as she reached the apex of the hill, hind-quarters locking as she hit the crest of the ground beneath her. Letting out a loud whinny, her upper-quarters launched themselves upward, front legs kicking out into the air in full bodied rear, head tilting to look down upon the stallions now in her sight by the falls. If they had not heard her arrival before, they certainly had by now after that show.
So this is where the officers go on their breaks. Arsenic mused to herself as she brought her front half back down to the ground, neck swiveling around briefly to stare at the clearly tired guards who had finally caught up to her and where now standing just behind her on the hilltop. Snapping her tail once in a clear sign that she was to be left alone, the queen then ambled her down towards the small pack of males before her. Though thoroughly tired from her long run, she carried herself with nothing less than what was to be expected of a monarch ruler, a sound bounce and grace in her step, poll dipping just slightly in acknowledgement to the stallions as she stopped a few feet short of them for moment.
Casting an eye over the trio, she recognized her Guard Capitan, Javier Sloel, but of the other two she could not place them offhand. Bobbing her head slightly she gave them a look that invited them to join her if they so wished, as she strode past them towards the water, cranium held tall in a gesture that couldn’t be called anything but regal.
Gentlemen.
Her voice was warm, yet hard, and perhaps even possibly friendly, something out of the ordinary from what the common folk believed of her personal skills and abilities. Letting out a loud snort, she pressed her hooves into the cool sandy rock bed in front of her, gradually wading her slightly sweat lathered body into the refreshing pool of water, clearly contented with the feeling of the liquid washing over her frame.
Speak up, no need to keep your tongues in a knot.
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Post by Tricky on Dec 6, 2012 20:55:27 GMT -5
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[/IMG][/div] JAVIER SLOEL [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: 262626;] Quiet, everything is quiet. Content in its slumber – as if this restless sleep was something to be proud of, a step above noise and chaos and progress. Javier does not like it – it is stagnant and stale, and it is about time they broke it. The silence had to end. Five years ago they had come here, so triumphant and so bold, only to dwindle down into this state of unease. Javier shifts, feels the heavy air settling on his shoulders again, a mixture of moisture from the cascading waterfalls and his own apprehension, and smiles. "It’s the same."
Always the same.
Trigger moves to stand with them, and Javier shuffles to allow room for the younger guard, who introduces himself with a cheery air of confidence that Javier makes a note of. Ambitious, that was what Javier had heard from the other Guards when he had first enquired after Trigger. But promising.
But the three men do not have much time for relaxed socialising, because there is a fourth horse nearing their circle – one of a noteable nature. Arsenic moves like one would expect the queen to move, but she is very different from Javier’s mental image of her. They had only met a handful of times, once when he had first been offered the position of guard captain, and on a various few other official occasions. But this was not an official visit – and you could tell by the queens relaxed shoulders, the sway of her body as she moves past them.
Javier doesn’t tense up before her, Arsenic does not intimidate nor scare him. She keeps him on his toes, like she might any other member of her kingdom, but Javier is well practised – he knows how to behave in front of his superiors. He can not guess how the other two may react however. Hotah might have met the queen before and Trigger seemed to have enough grace to not make a fool of himself, but that does not stop Javier from glancing between the two curiously.
His red eyes move back to the queen, a short greeting of; "your majesty," matched with a smile, and then he falls into a smooth walk just behind her. "What brings you out here?" and where were her guards? He had no doubt that Arsenic had a impressive power of her own and could protect herself, but something so precious should not be left unattended. Not so close to the heart of Er’Undi country.
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