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Post by pandora on Mar 3, 2008 6:05:31 GMT -5
A slight breeze flowed through the pens and the field of where the slaves were, picking up the end of his banner and tail, making them flick about lightly. The black stag stood quietly, his head raised, auds flicking about curiously, his tail lifted slightly in high spirits. He was not prancing around the field or galloping around like a silly little thing, but he was the only pitiful animal here that wasn't standing in fear. Most would think that because of his behavior that he was a sparky young brute who had never felt a harsh word or action against him.
True, unlike some here, he didn't have any scars over his beautiful, almost perfect coat, but his life hadn't been entirely peachy. NightHawk's way of getting through life was to know what your strengths were, and to use them to your advantage. He was a pretty, delicately tall thing, and he would try his best to charm who ever came along. That was something about him, despite being the tiniest bit vain, he would be kind and charming to you whether you were a small slave, or a powerful and cruel master.
He loved to be loved by others, and he loved to give out his affections as well. His black coat was shiny and soft, his long flowing tail slapping lightly against his hocks, his thick, curly forelock laying over his face, covering one black eye but not the other. Hidden beneath his facade of sweet charm and pretty looks, he held a slight bit of concern for his fate, he had only ever had one master before, and she had been a fae. Hawk knew for a fact that stags were far harder to intrigue than huntresses, but their desires were usually far more simple.
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Post by horselady on Mar 6, 2008 16:38:06 GMT -5
Xander
Cry all you want but I don't care
A dun stag troted around the auction pens. He troted here, and was still troting around the pens, in search of his first slave. He was of the Alhke-teke, and had the endurance to prove it. His short banner flipped back and forth, his short flag bouncing. He didn't look all high and mighty, but once you started talking to him, respect was written all over him.
He had once been a military leader, acquiring high rankings from his briliance on the field. But disater had struck, and he was forced to come to these lands, and now he was starting his own herd of slaves to command and train. Orbs shifted hungrily through the fields, searching for one that could prove worthy.
He stopped, only cause the wind had brought him the scent of another stag, coming from the fields. Immediately, crania turned, nares flared, looking for the stag. And there he stood, a black stag. Nares snorted. From his stance, he jumped the fence and troted toward him. Nares snorted as he stopped, crania raised high, auds slightly back. Maw lifted, orbs peering over the stags bodice. Stag, what's your name, age, and training? As orbs looked over him, he assumed that the stag had no training in battle, fighting, for from first looks, he saw not one scar upon the blackness of him. But perhaps this stag had other good qualities of a slave. He was new to the business, but he knew what he wanted, and that was all that mattered.
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Post by pandora on Mar 6, 2008 17:58:14 GMT -5
His nares flared as he snorted, every so slightly impatient as he pranced around his pen at a walk, flicking out his slender pillars at every step, his entire form elegant as he moved. Generally he was not a fighter, not because he could not be a fighter, not because he didn’t posses the necessary strength, but because he didn’t really like it, he far prefered to be defended by others. That being said, if he had a mate, and his mate’s life was threatened, he would get as dirty as need be, and would risk his life to protect them. His black tail was lifted into a perfect curve as he moved, the arching hair like a wave as he sauntered, his hips swinging out carefully, liking a walking advertisement.
With all of his senses suddenly intrigued, he flicked his auds in the direction of a stallion who was trotting his way, a mild tingle of nerves travelling down his spine, turning into butterflies in the pit of his stomach. NightHawk suppressed these nervous feelings though as the brute approached, he would not dare show any of his rapidly changing emotions on the surface, he was clever like that. A slight smile graced his velvet lips as he stood there, walking up with full confidence to the stag, tail arched beautifully as it had been for the last ten minutes, bodice held, and dial raised. Yet at the same time, he had full respect for the master before him, and was showing this by tilting his dial downwards slightly, so that his face was at a vertical angle almost.
”My name is NightHawk sire, I am of four years, and my training…it depends on your definition for the word.” Tilting his head in the slightest, he snorted lightly, watching the brute before him daringly, his eyes holding curiosity, nothing more, no challenge, no rebellious nature, only a soft and oh so obvious confidence. ”May I ask what your name is?” The softly intoned, but almost blunt question, made it obvious to others that although he was not directly challenging this master, he was not afraid of him, and he was not afraid of asking him questions either, or speaking to him openly.
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Post by horselady on Mar 7, 2008 20:06:51 GMT -5
He noticed how confidently the stag had approached him. It could be useful sometimes, but a pain at others. Auds turned away, not as a sign of attitude, but meerly because he could. Small banner stood off his skin like a mohawk, splaying in all directions, but stiff and straight. Black tipped audits were nearly hidden in his forlock. The wind blew the stag's scent to his nares, he couldn't not smell him. The wind also caused his banner to flip back and forth on his nape, as well as his flag, except it just streemed out behind him. The wind was picking up rather quickly. Lids squinted, protecting his optics from the cold wind.
One audit bothered to flick forward as the slave spoke his name. Crania slightly nodded. Training, like, do you have any special talents, achievements, something special about you? That wasn't his exact first definition, but if the stallion had had any training of that type, he would have known what he meant, and proved to him so. As for my name, it is Xander. Vocals chuckled slightly afterwords. He liked that he had the courage to speak out without command. He was more used to don't speak until talked to, but times changed as did thoughts. |
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Post by Lugubrious on Mar 13, 2008 19:35:57 GMT -5
Skylark trotted along the endless cages of slaves. One after another, slave after slave. Mug wrinkled with disgust. His chestnut coat shone bright in the sun. It was a glorious day to be out, but these poor creatures probably dreaded sitting in the sun while awaiting their future torturers.
It was depressing, really. The thought of being owned by another horse, helpless against their horrible will. He eyed each one, trying to imagine which one would survive the trip back. A few dainty and pretty mares were passed by. They would be snatched up in a second by a nasty stallion. A strong-looking red roan colt was also skipped. Judging by the muscles and that easygoing face, he would be picked up very quickly.
But then he spotted a large black stallion. He had a bold look about him, proud and defiant. Not a single sharp word had been uttered from the stag. But yet his stance and clear ebony orbs held such a freedom that he seemed to be calling for Skylark. The chestnut stallion halted in front of the dark stallion's area.
He shot a glance at Xander. It seemed obvious from the harsh way he was scrutinizing the black stallion's talents and anatomy. It was so degrading to think of an equal as an item. Skylark overheard a bit of their conversation. NightHawk. Four years old. All he needed to do was get this master to leave so that he could set this slave free.
Brave words flowed from his maw. "Hello there, NightHawk. I am Skylark, leader of a herd called Canaa. At Canaa, there are no slaves. I want you to join us as my equal. I am willing to fight for this, but only if you desire freedom to lead your own life and do whatever you desire." The red stallion kept his facade pleasant as the words rolled out. He didn't need this stallion, but there were so many mares and he needed a real friend in his herd, not just an admirer. Life in Canaa is something that a horse would dream of... All that Skylark wanted was freedom for all in this land.
Word Count = 375
Muse = 91%
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Post by pandora on Mar 14, 2008 13:51:20 GMT -5
Now that he had fallen into his stride, he was no longer fearful of the master who spoke to him, or anyone else for that matter. He had observed the other slaves whilst he had been growing up, how some rebelled and tried to hurt their masters, whilst others completely obeyed without a second word. After watching this, he had come to the decision that he would not be stereotypical and rebel against his masters, but he would not be afraid of them either, a trait that had gained him both love and hatred.
"Unless you count charming as something special, then yes, if you do not, then no."
Despite the fact that he only wished for a decent home, he would not lie to this stag, or any other, to achieve what he wanted. Well...most of the time at least. Pricking his auds, he awaited calmly any response that Xander might give him, though his attention was immediately caught by the chestnut stallion who was approaching him now. Skylark... It was a beautiful name, and one which he might admire, given time to think over it. A thought came to his mind as he pondered over the graceful stallions offer, it was not an offer to be taken lightly, and he supposed it would not come around again.
"As your equal?" The offer was far too good to be denied, his mother might have even been pleased, had she been coherent enough to notice, if she were here, that is. "I accept." He had been tempted to ask whether there were any mares in his head, but he didn't really want to come over as sl*tty, and he presumed that no doubt this beautiful stallion had the ladies after him.
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Post by Lugubrious on Mar 15, 2008 21:56:54 GMT -5
[should we wait for Xander to post or do I just steal you away?]
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Post by pandora on Mar 16, 2008 14:28:47 GMT -5
[Steal lol ]
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Post by Lugubrious on Mar 17, 2008 16:54:12 GMT -5
[okay make a topic in canaa or post in one already made. =3 Most of my herd members aren't too advanced in RPing, but the post called arrival is beating out some nice posts. ]
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