What am I here for?

[eclipse]

The sun shown bright overhead, greeting and embracing the stallion that moved slowly below. Even though the aura was cheerful, and the world seemed to brighten with happiness, the steed unofficially named Oakenbrow moved with a moving-through-water-like slowness. His beautiful pinkish flecked pelt shown in the sun, and he would have been considered a handsome stud had his head not been lowered to the ground, and his blue eyes misted over. It was almost like he had been drugged.

In fact, that was nay close to what happened. His master, his own half sister even, had frequently used strong-scented leaves to subdue any thoughts of escape or rebellion in his youth, and eventually the poor, Oak had been so viciously dulled, that he lived only to obey. His own name had been forgotten, and he had taken on the name Oakenbrow because his mistress called him such. The name of a slave didn't matter, right?

No, not really. A name wouldn't have made him any more broken from the drugs. Now, without a master, he was alone and uneasy. His drug-leaf, grass and berry mixture that was given to all the slaves wasn't there for him any more, and his head buzzed with not only the lack of it, but with the need of something to do. His mistress had taken him to this place and before she left him, had ordered him to leave his spawn inside of her. Oak couldn't have said no if he wanted to. He let his instincts take over long enough for that to happen (in that brief time, he almost felt free of the drugs..) and then watched in mortification as his mistress abandoned him, baring her teeth at him as she left. Just plain unnatural!

Wandering around without much purpose, the stallion's ears flickered slightly. He had a slight desire in him, just barely lustful, but other than that he was sufficiently void. Easy pickings for the right mare... or a perfect slave for a stallion. Either way, Oak wasn't going to get off lightly for wandering around the breeding grounds

[Lugubrious]

Skylark had decided to wander to the auction rock. On his way over, he had to cross through the revolting love and lust woods where multitudes of mares came to find a stallion. It was gross, to start of a relationship like that. There were a few horses who loved each other here, but most simply loved to love. And that never worked out well.

But as the tall and regal stallion was shuffling through the woods, he spotted a stallion standing alone. He was not hunting for a mare or the foal that was coming. His eyes were cloudy, as if in a whole different world. It was an eerie picture of what could happen to a horse that got lost in thought. Concern caused his rapidly moving stilts to slow a bit. "I am Skylark, what is your name? Is something wrong?" His voice came out in a friendly tone. This horse could be dangerous, perhaps mentally unstable.

The stallion stood there in the deep forests. He wondered if he and Kennedy would be here someday. Skylark was appalled with himself for a moment and closed his eyes and shook his head a bit, as if shaking the thought out. He would not be like other stallions and simply want a mare for this forest's temptations...

[eclipse]

Glancing up at Skylark, Oak had the brief and joyous feeling of seeing his half-sister again. That was quickly subdued when he spoke, though, and the deep voice that broke through his cloudy thoughts made him cringe away from it. It was almost like... something vague in his memories... something vague... snorting and tossing his head, the cremello stallion looked at Skylark with a puzzled expression.

"You're not the mistress... but you asked my name?"

His name? what was his name again? He knew he had one... didn't he? what had his mistress called him? His mistress always had called him thickskull. "The Oaken-browed thickskull must get fed his slave-feed." she would say. Oakenbrow. It must be his calling. He pondered over this for the briefest of moments before looking up at Skylark again. His ears still lay pinned against his head.

"Oakenbrow... I think."

And as for what's wrong... nothing was wrong, he thought. His mistress told him to stay there. To leave the herdlands. That's what he did... but that couldn't be wrong, could it? He shook his head. Why didn't he have his slavefeed. The strange smelling leaves that he would eat always helped him to forget about his thoughts and questions. That's what he needed right then... besides, slaves shouldn't think, his master and mistress said.

" 'm Need the slave food.... and the leaves. But the Lady abandoned me."

He mumbled, his head lowering slightly with shame. How he had been mocked by the others when his lady decided she didn't need him any more. Oh how it was shameful! and then this other steed is here. What did he want?