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 Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:05 pm
 Scheherazade's black eyes under the robe wound around her head stared straight ahead as she waited in her designated spot. This was nothing out of the ordinary for her. Between her husband and her, she had received the most experience from travel. From reading all those books in her youth up until the time she attempted to seduce the Sultan whose children she had born in what felt like such a long time ago. Those events had lead up to her being sought after by those in her herd and those passing by for the wisdom she might have read about. What she might have heard as it was well known she was a keeper of knowledge, always on the lookout for more. Always adding to her mental library. Her memory was astounding, if one were to truly think about it.
But this was something new. The Elder was used to having strangers come to her of their own freewill after requesting an audience with her. That meant going through Shah Ryar or one of her sons. Never had one come through a female relative. She couldn't resist wondering exactly how this had come about. Less strain was put on her granddaughter than on her, it was true. To Sooraya, it probably felt like the same strain. She was still not allowed, as a mare and especially a Princess, to wander the herd by herself.
Scheherazade's eyes traveled over to Nash, the gears in her mind shifting slowly. Clever as well as appropriate to come in with him. The younger stallion was far too professional for her to judge by a glance if he had some part in this.
Or maybe her husband's paranoia was merely rubbing off on her. Nonetheless, she wasn't sure how quickly she wanted to trust a warrior who seemed to study them all just as much as she was him. A warrior came in all shapes and sizes. And with such armor he was still wearing so far away from home, he must expect whatever battle he was fighting to be wearing such armor to follow him wherever he went.
"You are welcome here, travelor," the Queen said calmly, the only expression a hint of friendliness to hopefully calm his nerves. She remained standing, not wishing to diminish her stature by laying down on a bed of soft cushions like a weaker mare would have done. Scheherazade lowered her status before stallions, but still retained an air of individual power over them. For this situation, she expressed it by remaining on her feet besides her son, close enough for her robes to touch him when they were beat by the wind. "What is it you seek from me?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:03 pm
Nahusha could feel the queen's glance from where he stood though he tried to hide it, the glance bothered him it felt though she might be accusing him of something he had no part in mostly because of his father he was sure. None of the others would have this problem. He needed to prove himself to the royals he just didn't know how, and the large stallion beside him wasn't doing any good he felt so small beside the elder solara.
If he was called to protect the herd would he be able to? especially if there were more like this one with such an impressive sword left at the boarder and the thick armor, he also seemed to be instinctively reading them. Were they in danger by bringing him so close to the Royals? Why was he such a small stallion? Nahusha couldn't help but wonder but he would still do his best to see this through without a hitch, even if that meant putting himself in the way to protect the royal family if the time called for it...
To protect them meant to protect the one he thought of as a younger sibling, on his journey here he had been raised with her, and he knew her mothers plans for the young filly, without her real brother here it was left to him to keep her safe.
Kamal did share his mothers opinion of the traders son, none the less it had still been Sooraya whom had asked for Nahusha as though she perhaps knew something they did not about the traders youngest son. Kamal however had been watching Nahusha as well he was certainly different than the trader if he didn't resemble Badr so much one would almost think it was someone else's son strange as that sounded. It seemed Nash had a better rearing that Badr could have ever hoped to do himself.
The prince kept a stern eye on the strange traveler clad in armor, much as one may thing the cloth actually kept them cooler and prevented the sun sickness many got when not wearing something covering most of their bodies. It was a wonder the stallion standing before them hadn't overheated but perhaps that's what those large wings were used for.
One of his ears flicked toward his mother as she spoke, but most of his attention was forward and on the things around him in case something went awry.
Sooraya had to use all her energy not to fidget or readjust the wraps just standing beside her grandmother, she hated them so much but she knew such a meeting wouldn't be allowed without her in them she much preferred the simple wrap she had she usually wore much to her grandfathers dismay, so much less hindering allowing her to move as she pleased, so much more practical especially during her brief training sessions where she mimicked what she saw of the warriors when she took special trips to 'pass' them.
She gave Nash a little smile with her eyes, offering him some comfort, it had been Aludra she had spoken to whom spoke well of Nahusha. Being as she was hardly allowed around any stallions only nice quiet proper mares.
It was one of the great disadvantages of being her, on the up side at least she wasn't in line for the throne unless something terrible happened to her brother and she prayed that would never be the case, no her lessons would get far more intense and so would the leash... But at least things were going well for once.
She had been glad to meet such an interesting stallion though her 'tale' of meeting had been somewhat stretched she wondered what kind of adventures this stallion had, she didn't think even the trader could top Dreadwing's stories, not that she was ever allowed to listen, she was never allowed near him without a major armed escort being a royal mare, Sooraya thought her father and grandfather often went a little over the top when it came to that stallion, though she had heard stories why from her grandmother and the rest of her mostly male family...
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 9:49 am
((Badr is literally the stallion your mother warned you about.))
There seemed to be some tension between the royal family and Nahusha, although what the cause was, Dreadwing could not say. Obviously, there was some past between them that caused them to be leery of him. Perhaps he had done something and he had only recently been forgiven for his crime? He couldn't imagine it was a particularly violent crime--the stallion did not look particularly fearsome. Nonetheless, he made a note not to underestimate the guard. He didn't need any surprises.
The Queen was elegance personified, radiating a quiet dignity and strength even from her passive position. He was fairly certain he would not have to worry about violence from her, but he was equally certain that he was in the presence of someone wiser than he was. Less experienced in some matters, and perhaps not as learned in some subjects, but in others, she had an aura of being unsurpassed. He respectfully dipped his head again. "Queen of Queens, I seek news of my brother. He was killed some months ago, and I seek any news that any star might have of him or his passing." He had probably forgotten some piece of protocol in addressing a member of a royal family, but he'd only ever heard of royal families in stories. He had never met one, and he'd never been taught to address one. The least they could do was take offence, but even taking offence was an undesirable outcome. It would hinder his quest, and his quest had taken long enough as it was. At worst, they could attack him. True, the mares of this herd were not fighters, but that did not mean they were not what he had assumed they were from the start--a warrior herd, or at least one built on traditions of war. He could defend himself for a while, he was sure.
Even in the shade, the desert was hot. Dreadwing had been using his wings whenever possible to radiate the heat from his body, but in the presence of stars he was uninterested in startling, unfurling his wings could be seen as a threat display. Practicality or protocol? Practicality or protocol? Normally, practicality would win no matter what. Surrounded by the grandeur of the royal quarters, however, some nagging part of his mind silenced by millennia of strife and military austerity had woken up and wanted to act as the proper scion of the seekers would. It is too dangerous to allow politeness to invite a liability, he decided in the end, and slowly, in a manner he hoped would not be interpreted as a threat display, he unfolded his wings and laid them out flat. Already he felt cooler.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:30 am
Scheherazade displayed little emotion aside the blinking of her brown eyes. Not that one could see. She could be making slight faces under the veil, small enough not to move the muscles around her eyes and none would ever know. Of course she wasn't, because that was unbecoming behavior for a Queen. At least anymore. She was prone to it as a youngster when the adults got on her nerves. The behavior had been stopped nearing adulthood, when she decided to attempt the seemingly impossible.
No one would have guessed that the quiet Queen here had been such a rebellious child.
She remained just as quiet as ever as the stranger unfolded his wings. Why should she make a sound? She better than anyone knew how warm it could be here for those with black on their body. It soaked up the sun. Even her own robes. Long and flowing, they did help against the heat, but the color still soaked the heat nonetheless. White would have been more appropriate. Scheherazade, though, preferred black over white. White was the color of purity, innocence, and maidens. She had wished to keep a certain legacy of her past in the choosing of black cloth over pure.
"Your brother? If he wears armor such as you, I don't recall any news of more such beings coming to me." She paused, filing through her memory in case she had missed something. "I'm sorry to say," she added. "The passing of a relative is never an easy thing. You have my sympathies."
((He makes me go protective mama over most of my mares.))
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:35 pm
Kamal eyed the stallion carefully as he opened his wings, as best he could flat to release the heat from his body, his visage filled with obvious relief after. Kamal made no move to stop the solara, the heat got to so many in the desert, though the layers of flowing cloth helped, the color he wore still soaked up plenty and he still had to be careful not to allow the sun to cause him trouble. The Prince's only focus was to protect his daughter and mother.
The Prince listened to his mother and dreadwing's exchange, quietly, though his guard was still up, he had nothing to offer the stranger to help with his search, the loss of family was a grave thing indeed.
"I suppose you will go to see Nahusha's father after this." Kamal spoke for the first time toward the group once his mother was finished, he glanced toward Sooraya and his mother. Unfortunately the traders, and oddly enough one trader was the only other who knew of such places and strange stars getting out of the herd often enough. Though he disliked the thought of his daughter near the nova, the presence of the large solara might provide protection enough.
But should he trust the protection of his daughter to Nahusha and this solara? He still had to escort his mother back once this was finished.
Sooraya felt disheartened a little, when her grandmother said she hadn't heard or seen anyone like Dreadwing, grandmother knew so much, the mare almost sighed but kept her form in check standing proudly beside the queen at least until her father spoke, She knew what he was thinking very much so about the protection of his daughter among the common folk. Sooraya knew they still had a few more leads to go through, the traders knew lots about the current happenings of the herd.
"The information the traders provide has proved be useful at times and very reliable." she paused for a moment not sure what to say, she didn't want to upset Nash. Her father understood this to be true the herd being so isolated in the desert. Though Sooraya understood she'd been warned about the trader being one of the few mares in the family. One of the only few.
Sooraya gave a grateful look toward her grandmother, she knew she would have to explain herself latter in full. Nothing ever got by the queen.
Nash on the other hand didn't say a word, even with the uncomfortable stares from time to time. That big stallion even glanced at him a few times... ok so he was small, smaller than most of the warriors... but still. Why did he have to be part Arion? It didn't mean he wasn't as strong, he trained as much as he could so why didn't he get any bigger?
It was frustrating, especially with his colors being so close to his father. Most mares were extremely wary of him, except for a select few. Nash was glad for the small smile Sooraya shot him, even under her veil he could see it. Though he pretended not to a little secret he kept inside, his head would roll if anything came out of his mouth or his body language.
It was still nice though.
Nash remained silent as the royals conversed amongst themselves and the traveler.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:47 pm
For all of his warning himself, for all of his preparation, it still came to this. It wasn't enough. Disappointment rolled through him like bitter shockwaves, making the ache in his heart all the more acute. Why did he have to keep building himself up like this?! Why was the knowledge that his brother was gone feel fresher every time he thought he might never see the grave, if grave there was? Why should there even be a grave. There won't be--all I'll find is his corpse rotting in its armor. And then he'd feel this pain all over again. Now more than ever, he felt bitter. He felt like he wanted to break something. Break someone. Not now. For now, he was surrounded by people who were trying to help him, people who for all their silly ideas about mares fighting, he was almost beginning to respect. He would just have to vent his frustration on a scorpion later or a snake or something of that ilk. For now, he wiped away the ever-so-brief expression of frustration and grief from his face and stood up straighter, stiffer.
"Thank you for your condolences," he said when he thought he'd gotten control of his voice again. "It is not a loss that many people understand." He couldn't help but think that if he had brought the subject up with a fellow Decepticon, or, Primus forbid, an Autobot, the other star would never have understood the way it felt. Twins were a one-in-a-million occurrence, and it was rare that any of his people had family besides twins. Perhaps, though, with Sooraya's family here, it was more common. Nonetheless, the understanding from strangers was...unexpected, to say the least.
The mention of a stallion referred to as "Nahusha's father" made the solara's red eyes flick towards the arion stallion. The way the richly-clad warrior (judging by his markings, a relative of Sooraya's--he looked to be between her age and her grandmother's age. Her father, perhaps?) spoke of the other stallion's progenitor implied a distaste for the unknown individual. So that was why he was regarding Nahusha with suspicion. It was a family affair. Intriguing, said that same inner self that reveled in the opulence of yesteryear. Attention to politics could be a survival skill in some situations.
"I will speak with anyone who can provide the information I require," he said.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 7:00 pm
The reaction to her words was one she suspected, though not at that level of severity. The brother was obviously one of much importance to this stallion. She was disappointed in her lack of knowledge on the subject. Mostly because it ruined her reputation. But a small part of her felt for this stranger. They were obviously close. It reminded her of her own sister back home. At peril to her own life if the plan was discovered, Danyzad had started the first wheel in motion by asking for a story from her big sister. The two had been very close before Danyzad had left to marry Shah Ryar's younger brother and then Scheherazade herself had had to leave with her own husband. She missed her sister. She wished to write to her sister, but didn't want to risk the knowledge that Shah Ryar was still a King somewhere to get out. Better to protect her own family than keep in touch with another. That would have also put her innocent sons and grandchildren at risk. Not to mention all the members of the new herd who had ignored the King's past and chosen to follow under his rule.
"I am very sorry we couldn't have been of more help. The desert is not kind to travelers bearing us information." As she stood there, Scheherazade was beginning to wish she had brought some cushions with her. The day had been long to her and she was beginning to get tired. Since there was nothing more she could do here, she saw it about time to leave. Sooraya would be questioned once she had rested. The mare would insist that only she do so, knowing her granddaughter would be more comfortable if her grandmother spoke to her over her father or grandfather. A mare in their circumstances was more understanding of certain actions.
"Badr is a Nova and able to travel to colder climates more easily," the Queen added. "He can speak to more Stars outside the desert. He might be your better bet. He can usually be found in or near the lake. For now, I must take my leave. I wish you luck on your quest." Nodding to her son, she moved away. After a few steps, she turned her head to say over her shoulder, "If there is anything more you require of us, we would be happy to oblige. If we can." She gave a look at Sooraya that promised a talk later. It wasn't that she distrusted the young mare. She wanted to get to Sooraya before the males of the family did. That would be worse than anything Scheherazade herself could say.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 8:17 pm
Kamal knew he would have to speak with his daughter for coming through her meant she was outside the place where she was to be protected by the warriors and other males. Which in itself was suspicious what was she doing he wondered. Not what she was supposed to be doing obviously which was staying put like a good mare.
The stallion glanced back to his mother Kamal had been with Schez the entire day it was fatiguing and could guess she was beginning to tire he wasn't certain how but perhaps "Let us go mother, I'm sure you would like a rest."
"Warriors any of you let that nova get near my daughter you'll loose your hooves..." he promised just a little incentive to make sure he doesn't get anywhere near her. Not that Nahusha needed a reminded he knew best of all what Kamal expected, however, the other Kamal knew not. Kamal escorted the Queen back to her private area.
Sooraya didn't say anything more but gave a nod, yeah she knew that was coming a lecture. Again a long one. Her grandmother did as usual an amazing job of word weaving. It was one of the few skills she's tried to polish before she realized she was no good at it, though she wasn't completely terrible.
She wanted to sigh, as her father added his threat it was rather embarrassing but good he cared so much for her. Grandfather would have done the same, actually grandfather would have just refused. she was at least thankful he hadn't refused to let her go with them. She watched standing straight as her grandmother was led away. There were still so many other stars around she could hardly be herself in this extreme environment, but that wasn't... Her family meant the world to her.
She waited till they were out of view before nodding to Nahusha, "Shall we go find your father?" she asked formally.
"Yes High Prince Kamal, I will see to it." the stallion promised, now as he'd led them to the Queen of Queens and her Eldest son, he would see them to his father, oh please Ala let his father not be in such a flirtatious mood as to insult the princess's honor it would just as much stain his own. He was having enough time keeping it clean without his father acting in such an immature manner. The princess spoke up.
"Of course Princess." The Stallion bowed "This way, the oasis's water supply is at the center of the oasis." he began to lead the trio toward the water. No pressure at all, except if he messed up he'd probably loose his wings not his hooves.
"Yes," he confirmed for dreadwing "My father is not well thought of, mostly for his shameless behavior."
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 6:54 pm
Yes, definitely a father. He was actually a bit surprised by that--it seemed that Sooraya had quite the family. Three generations of family was...impressive. Very much so. If he hadn't been feeling so low, he might have marveled at that or been comforted by the idea that maybe, just maybe, these strangers had some inkling of what he was going through. But as it was, he was too caught up in his own problems to ponder the implications of this. The richly-dressed prince was Sooraya's father. He was a fighter, and yet, his daughter was not allowed to be. It seemed that her father was protective of her, something that brought up feelings of amusement and annoyance at the other stallion. What was that meant to imply?! That he wasn't trustworthy?! True, Decepticons were so named for the simple reason that they were, as a general rule, untrustworthy, but if Dreadwing were to list the three things he considered most important to his very identity, "honor" would have been one of them. He wouldn't let anything happen to his new friend that would get her in trouble. Thankfully, his eye roll was masked by his lack of obvious pupil or iris. Most non-Cybertronians had trouble telling when he was rolling his eyes.
"Your daughter is safe with me," he rumbled. He made a mental note to not let the nova near enough to her to get her in trouble. He had no doubt that he could fend off her father--he was a warrior with far more experience. He was in no danger of losing his hooves. Besides, who threatened a seeker with loss of feet? They were far more concerned with loss of wings, as everyone knew. It must be a stylistic threat, or a tradition.
Badr Basim was disreputable? Well, he was hardly surprised to have his suspicions confirmed. Once out of ear-shot of the prince, he allowed himself to give a chuckle. "I suppose my ignorance of your herd's...social structure was obvious."
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 4:32 pm
Kamal couldn't shake a worried feeling but that might have been a touch of paranoia leaving his only daughter with a stallion he hardly knew. He couldn't help cast a slight glance back ward the trio as he left with his mother. He still wasn't sure of this stallion.
Sooraya cast her ow glance to her father, as he departed, every thing would be fine. As much as she loved him all the coddling was rather frustrating she wasn't as weak as he thought as any of them really.
"I've never actually met the nova trader," Sooraya spoke up finally out of earshot of her family. Though she was looking forward to getting out of her hijab soon the garment being so heavy . She couldn't help be curious about why, though she had heard the ghastly stories and he had many sons and apparently a daughter somewhere.
Sooraya gave Dreadwing a slight smile with her eyes seeing as her face was still covered. "It's alright if you don't know much you did just arrive after all." The mare chuckled a little "I doubt anyone expected you to know fully but that's not a bad thing." she offered.
"Very," Nahusha came the young stallion's reply to the solara raising his brow casting a glance toward the much larger stallion, feeling a little of the pressure off from the other royals. "Most foreigners find this place a little strange, the tradition's even odder." Nahusha explained as well
Nahusha sighed as he realized they were reaching the oasis, it was not entirely something he enjoyed. His father always seemed to be bringing a tale or two with him, which he didn't mind though he was more worried about his father bringing back another half brother, thankfully that didn't seem the case lately.
"You seem well traveled though you don't know as much about cultures," Nahusha was almost envious, perhaps that's why he seemed so much stronger?
"It looks like your father has come to meet us." Sooraya said rather surprised.
Badr emerged from below the water, Ah there was Nahusha, Badr had been wondering when the audience with the lovely queen would end. Badr continued watching the approaching trio with interest. What an unusual set. Hadn't he seen a stallion recently with an interesting armor set like that solara? His armor was vaguely familiar. Badr was puzzling glancing at the sky, it had been some time hadn't it, he couldn't quite remember where he'd seen it either.
"Good day fair princess" the trader bowed when they came into earshot "my son, traveler" He acknowledged the trio, "I wonder what possibly brings fair royalty into my presence, I so seldom get visited by the great queen now." At least from what he could see the little princess did quite well share the looks of the family, mysterious and elegant.
If not for his son's own knowledge of his person perhaps he might have charmed her.
"Are you here to see my wares?"
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:41 am
Geyser Eelborn "I take it your father would not allow the trader anywhere near you?" He definitely seemed the type. Dreadwing had never experienced a protective father before--well, one who was protective of their offspring against merchants. For that's what this Badr Basim looked and sounded like. His wares? Yes, definitely a merchant. No threat at all--why should a star be paranoid about a merchant?
It is amazing, sometimes, how naive an otherwise experienced person can be.
Not about the parenting, of course, he was unlikely ever to have children in the current state of the war, but about the cultures. "I have seen many things," Dreadwing admitted to Nahusha, "but I have rarely talked so much with another star as to acquire knowledge of the way they conduct their lives." Silently, he added, I am more in the business of taking those lives away. It was not something to mention, however. Warriors were honorable; murderers, less so. And in total war, all stars were murderers.
Yes, the merchant. He glittered with much gold--pretty, but impractical. Clothing, he could understand, but in the scorching heat of the desert, metal attracted heat, and heat could be a danger. He himself was fanning himself with his wings, hoping to dump the built-up heat through the thin membrane between his wing-fingers. Then again, the stallion was a nova--the water was no doubt serving to cool him.
Actually, the fact that he was a nova was more interesting than anything else. Novae were rare among the Cybertronians--Seaspray was a nova, of course, but he couldn't name anyone else among his people who had such an easy affinity for water. It was part of what made Seaspray a fearsome warrior.
He shook the thoughts of death and destruction of the enemy from his mind in favor of thoughts of death and destruction of his family. "No, we come seeking news," he said. "My brother died some months ago, and I seek his body. Have you seen any sign of a stallion with armor like mine?" Ice_Dragon_Demon The mare raised her brow he didn't seem to understand the reason she laughed quietly under to veil, He was naive in such ways it was kind of amusing. Dreadwing certainly was from a different place, it must be quite a shock indeed to come here then so different. Sooraya shook her head, "No he is not to come near me" she confirmed quietly for dreadwing before focusing on the trader a good distance away not that she couldn't defend herself she just wasn't supposed to after all that's what the 'stallions' were for.
"We are here on Business Trader." Sooraya motioned to Dreadwing taking a step behind him then gave Nahusha a look to finish. Sooraya mostly this time would just be an observer as the stallions talked, as she was supposed to be, the trader especially mustn't know her little secrets.
That... would be terrible. She was still a royal mare and wouldn't talk for long to a 'stallion' far far below her that her 'parents' deemed very unworthy.
The Stallion gave a nod "You seem more like one to only speak when needed," Nahusha did agree, he certainly didn't look to be a social butterfly unlike someone else he was unfortunately related to.
Nahusha really wanted to sigh, why? His father did have some good traits. But none of them were as obvious as his bad which just made things so much worse when his father began flirting so hopefully he could keep his father focused on the business at hand. He listened giving a nod to the princess when she asked him silently to speak for her. Yes Keep the mare away from Badr Basim at all costs.
"This stallion here seeks information." Nahusha interjected as he was requested by the princess, "He seeks his family have you seen others like him?"
Ala please keep his father focused.
"Ooh Not used to seeing a novae traveler?" Badr picked up quickly on the stallion's interest in his species. Though shame it wasn't a pretty mare they were bringing him. The Princess moved back too, he wanted to get a better look at her since they always hurried her away or brought water to her Never joining the common folk of course.
"Still is always a pleasure to have a royal visit Princess." he gave another low bow. "I did certainly bring some lovely items if you'd like to come down this way again." he added shamelessly only to get a sharp look from Nahusha and he smiled before getting back to business.
Badr crossed his hooves and thought "Hrmmm looking for another like you?" as he examined further this new stallion's armor he was certain he had seen a Solara with similar attire, yes he had a rather screechy fellow though not strong and silent like this one.
-- From the Exile guild posted July 28th
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 10:44 am
Sooraya held back this time--this was surely in relation to her father's admonition to keep her safe. It slowly began to dawn on Dreadwing that these strange behaviors might reflect some sort of societal taboo--were mares not allowed to interact with stallions outside their family? If so, would they get in trouble if anyone in the herd found out about his conversation with her earlier? Probably. He was a stranger, and, as he was increasingly coming to realize, this was a herd with some very strict rules. They were probably insular--they would not appreciate a stranger entering their midst and distracting members of their ruling class.
Now that he thought about it, hadn't Cybertron's upper class before the war avoided commoners?
"No, I have seen precious few novae, merchant," he replied. "They are not common amongst my people. I seek, however, another solara like myself, a grey stallion with green armor and an orange chest-piece." He may have passed through here still alive--there was no doubt that he was dead, but the idea that his body could be nearby...perhaps Sooraya's grandmother hadn't seen it because she wasn't allowed outside of their lands, or perhaps he died some ways away from here, connected by water...
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:40 am
The Nova trader grinned quite pleased "I am one of the finest specimen of Novae you will ever see!" surely he would be scolded by his son for that but it was still amusing none the less. Now down to business serious , the novae nodded stroking his goatee thinking back upon the Solara he'd seen by the river. he was certainly grey and had an orange chest piece "I have seen one of your kind.... A grey Solara with strange armor akin to yours!" Badr watched the large Solara stallion and smiled "I am certain this is the stallion you seek."
Badr knew nothing about the cybertronians, nothing really however so he thought little of the fact that stallion had bright red red, white and blue armor, perhaps they could change it like one's robes. It was lucky too he was not far from here.
"I saw him by a river close to the edge of the desert not to long ago during my return trip."
If Nahusha had hands he would have face-palmed did he really have to say that? The stallion couldn't help but go bright red. If he wasn't friends with the princess he'd never live this down. Ever.... He glanced around hoping there was no one else nearby to hear it. he too gave a quickly apologetic look toward the princess. He was truly sorry she had to deal with this.
Nahusha did his best to regain his composure, once his father switched subjects. So he had truly seen another like this massive solara here? He glanced back toward dreadwing, he couldn't imagine an entire herd like that they'd crush everything if they were all like this stallion.
"Is that all you can remember?" Nahusha asked.
Sooraaya smiled with her eyes giving Nahusha and understanding glance. This was one of the reason she was seldom allowed ever to go near this watering hole without many guards by order of her father and grandfather.
But hope! He had seen Dreadwing's lost companion. Though she did silently hope he would stay a bit, she bet he could teach her so much about combat. She wouldn't have to train by herself. That would have been nice.
"Thank you Trader." she spoke formally remaining behind both Nahusha and Dreadwing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 3:00 pm
Dreadwing had his doubts about the merchant's boast--he had met a few novae before, and he wouldn't call this one a particularly notable "specimen"--but whatever other thoughts he might have had were quickly washed out of his head. Another solara stallion, another Cybertronian? Not his brother, couldn't possibly be Skyquake...but what if it was? What if his spark was, for once, wrong?! There wasn't any time to waste! "When? Where?!" he asked. Please, oh please, let it not have been too long ago! He needed to leave! Now! Pick up his sword, and go!
Which would mean leaving Sooraya behind. That was a pity--he liked her already, and he wanted to get to know her better. War left him with no time for friends, but every so often he met someone he wanted to be friends with. This was one of those rare times...but blood was thicker than water, and his family was more important than friendship, sad as that might seem to outsiders. I'll be back. When I have learned my brother's ultimate fate--when I find my brother--I will be back to see Sooraya again. I could teach her, if none of her family will teach her to fight. And he meant it. He would have to return to the war sometime, but to be honest, he hadn't had orders in years. Surely, he could take a longer vacation than he already was. Just as soon as he found Skyquake.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 7:12 am
"Just two sun ago." Badr nodded "there is a River that comes up from underground I saw him standing by there, like he was looking for something perhaps it was you?" he added hopefully,
Though the thank you was meant on behalf of the stallion there he smiled at the princess "You're welcome Princess, Always a pleasure to serve the royalty." he gave her a low bow as well being formal giving Nahusha a bit of a break from his flamboyantness. before watching the large stallion he wondered what ties he had to this other stallion Family or like family most likely.
"Is there anything else?" his gaze returned to the solara.
Nahusha glanced over to Sooraya as she spoke with her eyes and gave his father a nod in her place. Judging by the Solara's reaction he would be leaving as soon as possible, good being that's less of a headache for him having to watch him even though he would probably squish him... He had Arion blood after all. Not the greatest when a warrior...
His gaze remained split between making sure none approached the group, his father and making sure the princess stayed away from his father. He signed inwardly, today was turning out so eventful it's the most he'd done on guard duty for a long time. Usually it was just patrol, not that he was disappointed.
He was coming to realize though how much he did lack as a fighter, he'd never be able to take down an impressive Solara like this one.
That was good news indeed Exchanging glances with Nahusha, Sooraya's position remained fixed behind the group. It looked like this was coming to a close. A light smile graced her features though one wouldn't be able to see underneath the Hijab. Fortune indeed smiled on the solara this day.
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