&&[Aoi Kagerou]

[summerstars]

He was there, in the shadows, she knew it. Her young heart raced to know that freedom was so close and yet so far, though her face was composed into a calm, peaceful mask. Oh.... the pretty mare thought, struggling with her desires. If only I weren't so cowardly....I could run wild to freedom among the Free herds of the world and never again hear of masters and slavery....I could be so much more than this... At this thought disgust filled her heart; she was so far from what she was born to be. She had been the pride and joy of her herd, about to start looking for a mate and ready to live a full and happy life. Now she stood at this gods-cursed rock, trained to allow her future master to do anything he should desire to her. But I will rebel, she thought with a mental snarl, making sure her mask-face was still in place. I won't let him touch me unless he wants to fight for the right! Poor child....she wasn't yet aware that a true master could easily overpower her whether or not she fought.


Standing there alone, knowing that her trainer stood nearby, shielded by the foliage and ready to apprehend her should she run, Dragonfly waited under the Spring sun, watching the scenery and occasionally bending her earth-toned neck to graze. The sun sank lower and lower, spreading it's golden rays closer and closer to the horizon until finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to the captive essa, it was gone completely, the fire of the day replaced with the cool shadows of night. Still she stood there alone, her dark coat and jet-dark tassles creating a powerful camouflage for her as she waited for a master to come for her in absolute silence.

[arabelle]

Silent as a shadow and nearly as quiet the black brute slipped onto the rock without awaking a thing, but for the call of the whippoorwill in the distance. He halted to prick his delicate harks listening for the slightest sound to announce that the whippers call had woken any beast that was still bedding down. He smiled a grim smile when he realized he was still the only one besides his friend the whipper who knew he was here.

He strode quickly on his thick limbs his sharp hooves hardly making an indentation on the soft earthy rock. He chuckled to himself planning always planning on his next slave. His ebony coat provided him enough camouflage that he was able to weave his bulk pass other horses without them even knowing he was there. He made a disgusted sound low in his massive throat all of this little meek mares not even worth his time. A grim chuckle surfaced I guess that makes them lucky he thought.

He finally came upon a mare that he thought would be worthy to be his slave. A beauty she is he thought with sadistic pleasure he examined her like a lab experiment but he did discreetly so she wouldn't notice and trust me she didn't for he was an expert in this station. He watched her like a snake would watch a rat for just one instant he was the hunter stalking his prey and then he smoothed her facade into a sarcastic expression. He crept up intill he was only inch's from her own silky aud, "Whats your name slave." He said harshly demanding her name rather than asking.

[summerstars]

Standing alone in the shadows with none but the moon for company, Dragonfly knew there was a stallion approaching. He was at a distance but she didn't know exactly where he was and cursed the soft earth that muffled his hoofbeats and the cool night that masked his scent. She didn't turn, she didn't move at all, but instead waited for him to approach her, if he was willing.

Her calm mask nearly slipped as his voice suddenly rang clear in her ears and the mare barely restained herself from jumping at the clear voice that shocked even her. I am called Dragonfly, Master, she murmured, using all her training to keep her voice soft, calm and level while her heart raced a million beats a minute and her body ached to tremble from fright.

Mentally sighing, the mare almost wished he would do something so she could kick him, despite the beating that would probably bring. He had already come off as demanding and forceful...just your typical master. She'd had enough of that while in training with her kidnapper.
How may I serve you? she asked, turning her fine head to look at him through dark, clear orbs. I am M'lord's servant... The words tore at her throat and she almost couldn't bring herself to say them. She was not meant for the life of a slave, not meant for the brutality and subservience of this life.....

Her optics took in a harsh stallion as she spoke. Black of coat, powerful of build, cruel and cold of eye....this stallion wasn't one who would hesitate to hurt or kill those who disobeyed him and inwardly the young bay essa shivered with fear. I've never seen a stallion who radiates such evil.... she thought, holding her detatched mask-face on with pure will alone. He terrifies me....

[arabelle]

He watched her carefully for a reaction as he spoke into her aud. He was pleased but disappointed at the same time when she appeared not to startle. She would be a good one he thought with disgusting glee. He could see she had a fiery spirit and that was both good and bad to him. He reached over to drag his ivorns down her spine, "Hmm how can you serve me?" He looked up at her suggestively, but then laughed a deep cruel sound that would put any equines hair on edge. He glared at her circling around her and taking note at her flaws and her perfections. She is a beautiful mare and he found her first he thought smugly. He let a menacing note slip into his already harsh vocals as he came to stand back in front of her his whiskered maw not a centimeter from her own his dark orbs bored into her own, "Well Dragonfly I'm sure you know why your here so why don't we leave already." Again it was not a question and he whipped around to bite her hard right under her chin drawing crimson drops of blood he did this to further lord his power over her, daring her to do anything for if she did she would get the worst beating of her life he would make sure of it.

[summerstars]

His words sent multpiple chills racing along her spine and it was an incredible effort to neither show her fear nor cry out with it. Her will alone sustained the mask of calmness and detatched serenity that she hid behind to show off only her finer points to her Master.
The way he looked at me... she thought, suppressing yet another shudder, He is truly an animal among animals....What will become of me under his rule? And that laugh.... this time her control slipped and the barest of shudders raced along her barrel. The feeling of his teeth on her spine was still sharp and the feeling intensified with the split-second raising of several million hairs.

I would serve you in any way you desired of me, Milord. she murmured in reply, her eyes downcast in subservience. It is your decision if you wish to become my Master, and from there my fate is in your choices. It was a reply her kidnapper had taught her; it supposedly pleased Masters, but she assumed it was just his love of weak, powerless faes that had made him inclined to teach her the phrase.


As he came to stand so close to her face, the young mare stood perfectly still, letting him analyse her and eventually come to rest within an inch of her slightly lowered dial. She could smell his rank breath and see individual hairs on his face....with her senses preoccupied as such she was only half aware of his movement before pain struck her jaw, just below her chin. Her training was all that kept her from fighting back but even that didn't stop her head from flying into the air with a cry, pulling her daggers a few centimeters off the ground as she startled and backed away a bit.

Breathing hard and struggling to regain her detatched mask, Dragonfly stood there trembling as she waited to see what he would do. She knew she couldn't attack him or she would have long ago, but even for that small transgression she knew she would probably be punished. She had been for less than that, after all, and this new Master, whose name was yet unknown to her, seemed to be cruler even than the one who had torn Dragonfly from her home.
A curse upon all Masters! she thought ruthlessly, praying that her punishment wasn't too harsh. A curse upon them and their cruelty!

[arabelle]

ooc// This is a good one I'm going to wait till tomorrow to reply where I can do it justice.

[summerstars]

((O.O you're going to make me wait? Meeean! lolz You fiend! I'm so borreeddd....I need to WRITE.....*gasp* omg! This gives me an opportunity to work on my various stories! I still wish you'd reply though ))

[arabelle]

He smirked as he finally made her jump away, but frowned a little when she flinched as if he was going to beat her his smirk widened a little more to him that little bit of pulling back showed him she had some spirit and he didn't want to break it out of her... Yet anyway. He yawned as if he were bored when he really wasn't all the while watching the vixen in front of him. He saw she was still trembling in fear.. or was it rage at wanting to strike out at him. His black orbs narrowed into slits and he stalked forward walking around intill he was behind her and making sure he was in full range of her flailing hooves if she wanted to kick him he reached down to bite her on the rump hard alot harder than what he had bitten her on the chin. He then rocked back on his haunches waiting to see if she kicked him and ready for if she did.

ooc// Ick it still sucks! -sigh- my muse has been running low lately its beginning to get on my nerves!

[summerstars]

Those eyes.....yet another chill ran down the enslaved vixen's spine and she barely suppressed a shiver in the cool night as blood flowed at the bite on her chin, attempting to clot as she stood there. His eyes were so cold....so cruel.... What did he want of her? She choked out a desire to cry, to break down and crumple before this vicious, cruel stallion. She wouldn't let him see her tears, not now, not ever if she could help it.

He circled her rump and she stayed perfectly still, praying he would simply circle around and come back to face her. Maybe he would say something else....hadn't he wanted to leave? She took a tentative half-step forward but that didn't pull her from his range. The sudden connection of his teeth through the flesh of her soft flank was unbearable and she shrieked as she hadn't since she was a free filly.

Jumping forward, the mare's calm mask shattered and a look of anger and pain took over her pretty face. Throwing her weight onto her forehooves, what had started out as a bound for freedom formed fluidly into a vicious kick. Both her slightly-ragged hooves flew out behind her, aiming and the stallion; she didn't care where they connected, as long as she hit something she was happy.

((*sigh* I did my best but that wasn't as good as the last one..... Oh well, I guess. Don't worry about the muse thing, by the way I get that at the very least once a month; a lot more often recently, too *groan* I really hate it when that happens...))

[arabelle]

He tensed ready to move if she kicked because he could she her tighten up as he walked behind her. He trembled in eagerness come on he thought kick me. When he sank his ivories into her rump he heard her scream and laughed in pleasure at her cry that was cut short by the vicious kicks he started getting on his broad chest, he grunted the pain like a rush to him enjoying it reveling in it. All of a sudden he gave a horrible scream in anger unlike any equine should ever make. She was still kicking when he dodged out of the way and came dashing around to her side rearing up to slash and tear at her back. Hoping he had gotten her with his razor sharp daggers he turned to deliver harsh kicks to her barrel over and over and over again. Turning again to face he rushed her and hit her as hard as he could with his bloody chest trying to knock her off balance and at the same time reaching out to rip a chunk out of her neck or withers which ever one he was closes to and he kept on and on intill he finally made himself stop and back away. His maw a lit in a horrible grin full of blood stained ivories. His chest was bloody and hurt like hell but he would live. He was just ready to step back and analyze the damage to his newly acquired slave. He snickered and told her, "Do you still feel like attacking me slave?" He rolled back on his haunches awaiting her reply with a sick smile on his bloody maw.

[summerstars]

Her sudden punishment was a terrible experience for the young mare. She kicked hard but once and before she knew it found her legs buckling from the force of his rock-hard hoves connecting with her spine. Shrieking for the second time that night, Dragonfly tried to run again but before she could he was bashing at her barrel and then, without her knowing, he was in front of her, pushing her back with his bloody chest and ripping at the joint between neck and withers. When he was finally gone she stood for but a moment before she collapsed, trembling with a mix of fear, rage, and exhaustion.

She lay there on the ground for a long moment, unseeing, unfeeling, until suddenly, at the sound of his voice, the pain kicked in. She felt multiple bruises all over her back and stomach, one on her back seemed to be bleeding. Her legs ached and her head pounded, possibly from falling to the ground; the chunk he had torn from her neck bled freely, the warm blood mingling on the earth with that of the wound on her chin. For a moment the pain was unbearable, but she forced herself to get over it. If she was to be a slave, she knew, worse was probably yet to come; she would use this attack as a way to steel herself against further mutilation.

Forcing herself off her bruised ribs and onto her feet, Dragonfly said nothing in reply. She shook off her coat when she was steady, holding back a wince of pain as the wounds gasped in the night air. Her mask-face was back in place but for the eyes; her eyes held a fierce blend of determination, sorrow, anger and defiance as she gazed back at the stallion who had claimed her as a slave.

I will not fight you again, Master, she said, putting a trace of a sneer on 'master,' For fear for my own life.
But beware, you ugly bastard, she hissed inwardly, Because one day I'm gonna be at your throat.

[arabelle]

He glared at her harshly she had a little too much spirit he decided. He moved even closer to her letting his warm breath circulate into her nostrils. Oh yes he snickered slightly he was going to have fun with this one before he tossed her away like a broken doll no longer new and no longer fun. He looked her over and laughed at the damage he had done there was a lot worse to come he thought with pleasure. His black orbs narrowed even more when she answered him after getting back to her hooves. "Yes b***h it would be best no to, inless you would like another beating because it can be arranged." His maw twisted into a cruel smile because he saw the look in her orbs, he reached down to grab her aud in his ivorns and he started applying more and more pressure intill he started to feel the delicate skin start to give way then he released her and pushed her with his chest before turning to stride briskly away his chest still aching a harsh reminder of what she'd done. "Come." His harsh vocals rang out menacingly as he strode toward the direction of his land.

[summerstars]

His breath was so rank....She swallowed hard to resist the bile in her throat with a tiny cringe that made it's way past her solemn mask.
A light twitch rattled through her injured shoulder and she pulled her weight off it to reduce the pain however she could. Was this all her life was to be? Was this what she was to be reduced to? Spooking and recieving countless harsh punishments? Her inner self, the one that swore and attacked and rebelled, sobbed tears of sorrow for her lost freedom.

A foal ran on a plain of grass. Her long black legs tearing up the turf as she played, laughing. She was but a year old and the young Dragonfly liked nothing better than being here with her family. Her father ran with her, his eyes alone telling her that she was the jewel of his heart. She laughed, he laughed, the world seemed to laugh. Off in the distance her mother was with the herd mares, smiling and watching from the corner of one dark brown eye.

She was older now; two years old seemed so mature, so adult. She and her father still played but Dragonfly liked the attention of her fellow two-year-olds better now. Her mother had birthed another foal and the young coltling watched her with big, curious eyes. Her family stood at more of a distance now and her year-mates played in the same field for hours on their own, readying themselves for true adulthood.

Her third year. The mares had just been distractions....the piebald stallion whose eye had been on her for days had chased young Dragonfly into the forest and grabbed her ear in his teeth, forcing her after him as he escaped her pursuing father. Her cheek ached where he'd bitten her and his teeth around her ear were painful distractions to keep her from calling out as they ran awkwardly toward freedom. His freedom, her enslavement. As they ran one phrase kept repeating itself: All is lost. All is lost. All....is....losssst....

Standing there in front of the unnamed stallion whose very scent turned her stomach, Dragonfly's mind returned to that far off day and those whispered words in her mind. All is lost. All is lost....
He spoke and she looked away, demure as a good slave should be. Yes Master. I won't offend again. Then his teeth were around her ear and she grunted her surprise but denied him the pleasure of hearing her scream again.

Yes, Master, she repeated as he pushed her with his bruised chest. The stallion would be hurting from an attack like that and that knowledge gave the mare a small pleasure among her sorrows.
Following with a limp as her wounded shoulder ached and stung, Dragonfly followed her new master to wherever he would lead her. She couldn't resist nor risk another beating now, but when she was stronger and had someone to help her she would leave this life of slavery for freedom on the plains. When that day came she would be as she had been before; freedom was calling.

[arabelle]

ooc// Okay we can post in his land now. Do you want to start the thread or do you want me to?

[summerstars]

((If you could that would be great; I suck at starting 'the new mare/slave' posts lolz....I use lolz way too much...-_-" XD))