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Post by Red Charge on Mar 5, 2013 19:50:47 GMT -5
"Then you can say it. You can say something. Just calling me like this, no small talk even. Right to business. Starling I need this, I need that..." He said, lowering his tone to a whisper, "That was the last thing I'd have said to you in your shoes. The council doesn't want another Whitefeather Overseer? With Aetos and Leo as their next pick, I doubt that. Loci's spies got it out for you? I've got all of the Necropolis out for me and I promise you they make Loci's rats look like foal-scouts. But you don't see me go around with an honor guard, Scythe no less." He said, "You lose your way as a warrior you'll be no better off than your father." He pointed his hoof at her, still whispering.
"Warriors are not politicians, they have a code, they have values. They know what's important and most of all, support comes to them gladly. You know I'll support you, you know my voice will always carry in your favor, yet you thought it prudent to call me all the way here just to ask that. But there's obviously more on your mind."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 6, 2013 21:42:27 GMT -5
"Aetos and Leo aren't the daughter of arguably the worst king in Griffon history, either." She replied bluntly, the tinge of bitterness seeping through her words. "The only reason I'm in the position I am is because of the Dreadnaught, without that under my direct control, I'd have nothing in the council. Not that I wanted this." She fluttered her talon, rolling it at the ceiling. "You're right, warriors make terrible politicians. On the battlefield it's simple, your goals are clear. At the table, its a whole 'nother beast - and I can't simply kill my problems, however tempting it seems."
She half-turned to him, one talon accusing, daring, outstretched to his metal face. "And I'll never be anything like my father. Make a statement like that again and I don't care how many blasted can-openers I go through, I'll peal you out of that armor and see you gelded." There was true venom in her words, Starling struck a terrible cord. She breathed deep, calming herself, her talon relaxing. "Those glorified zombies at the Necropolis also don't wear the faces of mortal creatures. They just lost their purse and rather ticked-off, prefer to take on an army of undead freaks over a horde of griffons and ponies out for bits and blood. Undead make sense!" She scoffed, "Angry and desperate people make none."
She took another deep breath, slumping back on her rump deeper into the cushion. "There's a lot on my mind, thank you Mr. Obvious." She teased, "Is it so wrong that I rather see somepony I care about in person instead of corresponding over letters? Thought it be nice to talk to someone who didn't just see me as a fledgling politician, or the daughter of an idiot and accessory to crimes against ponies, or a key to the coffers! You know how many forms have to be signed for a construction contract in Royal Rock? Come on, guess. I'm going to get arthritis in my talon at this rate." She flicked her wrist, it making a horrid cracking sound like a zipper hurriedly zipped up. "I also wanted to ask if you'd be interested in coming back to the Griffon kingdom, after the talks. I could use someone close that I can trust. Least till the last of Loci's underlings are gone and things are back to some semblance of normality."
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 7, 2013 17:43:50 GMT -5
"Dreadwing was the son of the worst king in Griffon History, but he succeeded because he was a warrior, not a politician. The Griffon Kingdom doesn't work on politics and neither do the Equestrian Princesses. That's why we used to be so strong."
At her comment about not being like her father, Starling stepped forwards, "Then prove it." Starling said, disregarding the last thing she said, "Prove to me you're still a warrior that you still have that passion, that lust. Prove to me you're as worthy as you were back then. Right here, right now." He said, standing tauntingly close to her, so that his helmet was touching the tip of her beak.
He did not reply to her request for him to come back to the Griffon Kingdom.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 9, 2013 14:53:44 GMT -5
"I said 'arguably'," Stygg cheekily reiterated to Starlings comment about Deadwing. As the more truths come to light from Loci's records, that argument may end up weighing in her 'favor'. Not that it was any badge of pride, opposite from it. "Interesting you should say that; 'warriors', I had been thinking on that word not too long ago. Namely the difference between 'soldiers' and 'warriors'; It would seem that nowadays, warriors are nothing more than conquerors, prying on the weak and defenseless. Waging war for the sake of war's glory. But a soldier does none of that. They defend, they protect their people and country whether there's glory in it or not and by definition they fight against the tyranny wrought by warriors. I wonder, sometimes, are we warriors or are we soldiers?"
The stream of consciousness ennui gave way when Stygg was startled by Starling's sudden invasion of her personal space. She skirted back, jumping onto her feet. "What? Here, now?" She asked, momentarily taken back by the demand. "You that desperate for me to prove to you that I can still whip your flank?" She asked, coyly, moving back a few steps to put some distance between them, her talon scraping lighting along the wooden table as she moves. "But there you are all wrapped up in your armor and here I am with none that's hardly -" With a lightning flick of her talon, she grabs the end of the table and flips it straight at Starling, charged, and shoulder slammed against the backside, pushing the makeshift shield and her weight into Starling. "- Fair!"
Her Scythe guard detail burst through the door, seeing the fight underway. They glance around the room, seeing nothing else out of the ordinary and based on what they heard murmur through the door assumed everything was in order. They silently slinked back through the door and shut it behind them - giving the two their privacy.
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 9, 2013 15:07:56 GMT -5
"A warrior chooses, a soldier obeys." Starling answered her wondering. A warrior chooses what to use his skills and abilities for, a soldier obeyed his superiors. If anything, the Griffon Kingdom and Loci in particular was a prime example of this.
The armored stallion did not seem worked up at all against Stygg's attack, his lightning reflexes shot both of his hooves up in front of his face, the pistons on them shot forwards, smashing into the table and Stygg behind him, throwing her across the room and smashing her straight into the opposite wall. Though the table took some of the force out of it, the heavy blow and the crash against the wall rendered Stygg stunned and before she could recover, she was already pinned against the wall with a blade at her throat and starling's face up against hers.
"Looks like you have your mind set on something else." He said, his visor lifted so she could see him grinning at her, at which point he kissed her.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 10, 2013 22:12:36 GMT -5
Stygg found it too late to riposte Starling’s counter, she had made a terrible oversight. She forgot about those piston driven hooves – an awful thing to forget considering she should know that armor very well. His attack sent her flying, slamming her against the wooden wall, knocking in an outline of her wings and back. Her brain rattled from the force and just when she recovered enough to attack once more, she was pinned and a blade was to her neck. Was the blade necessary? She said nothing when he spoke but was taken aback by the kiss. Typical Starling, the infuriating bastard.
As the kiss broke, Stygg glanced down to the knife. “Always exposing your blade, aren’t you Starling?” She quipped, “My mind may have been on how I could slip past that armor of yours – it was always troublesome. So, planning on letting me down or are you just going to continue kissing me like this?” She said as she coyly cocked her brow, there was little more she could do in this position except prop herself up with her rearpaws upon Starling’s metal legs.
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Post by Red Charge on Mar 11, 2013 15:44:41 GMT -5
Starling smiled at Stygg as he backed up, allowing her to drop down on the floor gracefully. "Looks like you've let yourself go soft, out of shape... I'll have to help you work on that." He commented slyly, "Don't think I was ever able to beat you in one hit. Gonna be hard to live that one down."
The stallion eyed the griffon with a reserved look, "Don't worry, you'll have my support. I'll speak to Red Charge as soon as I get back to Equestria. But I'm afraid I won't be able to come back to the Griffon Kingdom. They need me too much in Equestria to let me go. I will make sure they send someone good instead, however."
Then the armored pony's face broke into a smug grin, "So, after that humiliating victory... What's my reward?" He asked.
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Mar 12, 2013 17:54:11 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should." Stygg cooed as she set back down on her feet, she took a moment to preen a few wing feathers that had gotten bent in the slam. She ripped one feather out with a sharp jerk of her neck and spat the feather out of her beak. "Though I'll blame it on the carpal tunnel," She said with a limp flick of her wrist towards Starling.
Stygg nodded, ting of disappointment stabbing her. "Disappointed you can't come back, but thank you for the support. So who did you have in mind for the job?" She inquired, genuinely curious in who the stallion had in mind. "Well whoever, trust your judgement."
With a few steps, she was beak to face with Starling, her talons clicking up his armored chest, crawling to just under his neck. "Get out of that armor and you'll find out." She crept a talon under a ridge in the helmet and pulled Starling in for another hard, deep kiss. Breaking just for a moment to speak, "Unless you're afraid I'd cut you to ribbons."
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