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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 3, 2008 16:18:31 GMT -5
The sounds of horses in agony, pain...all just sounds that were regular here. Ebon twin sets held proudly aloft as she stood leaning against the gate to her pen. Aqua orbs half closed with comfort, her back left leg cocked slightly so that she could relax. There was nothing here that frightened her, no one here that could bring her down. After all...what was a master without his slave? Had anyone ever questioned that...she was a necessity to her future master. Surely he wasn't just passing through for the sights, she thought as she glanced at the three mares that were in the pens around her. Broken, pregnant, scarred...ugly as could be. Why would anyone be looking for something like that when they could have something like the ebon painted filly standing silently in her pen. Minding her own business until someone came calling and surely they would...why wouldn't they.
Badmoon's body was d*mn near perfect, or so she'd been told. Muscled up from years of training and finally perfection. A smirk upon her lips as she moved to the back of her pen and stood in the shadows waiting for a master to come by, she would wait for them to come to her. Not throwing herself at them like most, but just by the interest they would have in her beauty. She emitted a soft laugh as she leaned against the pen's sturdy wall and waited for her next victim.
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Post by Action on Mar 9, 2008 9:25:43 GMT -5
Darki trotted around the pens, looking for a new warrior when a ebon painted filly caught her deep blue eye. She walked slowly over and tried to look mean to see how she would react. "What is your name and your age?" Her black spots shone with difference against her creamy white coat. She examined the filly from top to bottom, looking for scars of any sort. She sighed. There were quite a few, but not too many.
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 9, 2008 23:11:28 GMT -5
The sound of approaching hoof falls brought the twice colored slaves skull into the air. Her haunting blue orbs glanced at the dove before her, a sneer covered her face instantly. Badmoon didn't take kindly to females, she was here for masters of the male persausion. Pinning her twinsets to her skull she growled out slowly. "My name and my age are my own. I am not the one for you." Her lyrics were like razor sharp ice, cutting quickly to the heart and freezing it stiff. One bad thing about Moon was that she some times failed to keep her mouth shut when she knew she should better. Slashing her well rounded hips with the tips of her long ebon whipcord as she turned her back to the fae. This was going to be interesting, however Badmoon wasn't interested in any but stallions. She was a slave for pleasure, not babysitting.
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Post by Action on Mar 10, 2008 16:50:02 GMT -5
Darki sighed, seeing that this one was not going to come easy. "I guess you would not like to be free then, slave." She sighed at the remark she had made, not meaning it to be rude. She just needed to bring her back to the herd she made her home in. Sighing again, she trotted away, to look at other slaves, but not too fast, in case that the mare had changed her mind and attitude. ((Sorry about the lame post. I am not feeling myself today because I am sick.  )) |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 12, 2008 10:26:58 GMT -5
A large dark shadow stood boldly in the center of the pens. Gave Digger had been there for hours, observing the actions, comments, and reactions of the little mare's who had decided to catch his cold eyes. The tall Frisian watched as a spotted mare trudged his way and away from a pen without a shadow following her. She was a master, which he could tell by her stance as she walked. The black stallion snorted in displeasure as she walked by, shifting his weight so his broad shoulder shoved her [Darki] slightly to the left. Mare's, in his opinion, were nothing more than mothers. They never would be, aside from her...although he had yet to understand the effect that his lead mare, Berka had on him.
Looking to the pen now from which the 'mistress' exited, he observed a fiery black spotted mare almost spit in the direction of the leaving mare. He suppressed a smile, although the spark lit in his eyes was undesguisable. Next in line is... He thought to himself, dragging it out until he interrupted the silence with his cold, demanding tones. Mare, name.
In truth, it didn't matter. She'd be his name or not, and if the latter she'd be named, although with what he'd come up with she'd probably prefer her birth name. |
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 12, 2008 10:39:01 GMT -5
Badmoon snorted as Darki moved away, she had, had enough of these stupid little b*tches coming around trying to free her. In truth, she didn't want to be free...she had been raised to please and nothing and no one could take that from her. Ebon twinsets swivled slowly listening to the conversations that went on around her, her azul orbs danced over the friesian stallion but keeping her hoods low she could take away the oviousness. As he approached and inquired about her name, she stood still and proud. Letting the fine stag look her over as he seen fit. "Badmoon sir." Her voice soft as she dipped her head slightly as she had been taught to do, some masters enjoy small gesters of respect from their toys. Badmoon had been in this hell hole for darn near a month, no one seemed interested in the beautifully marked ebon paint filly. Her fiery attitute towards the female gender detoured alot of her would be masters, but oh well. Better to be honest and get the home you want instead of a home where some master's little wh*res would try and bully you. Badmoon didn't take kindly to bullying from a masters vixens, she had been known to jump into a fight with one and it didn't end pretty for the other fae. Bright greyish blue eyes glanced upwards at the stallion awaiting his next words, however she didn't make it ovious.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 13, 2008 10:23:10 GMT -5
He frowned slightly at her respectful. Tch, perfect... In truth, he wanted the little mare to act out. She would indeed be forced into his herd then. Grave Digger loved to break them in, and in truth that was why he took Raina from the auction. She could spit, and he could punish. Raina was beginning to get on his nerves, however. She may be going back sometime soon, but he wondered about this one. Why had she spat at the mistress? Then...it hit him. He had just found a way to impress his lead mare and using this little paint would be the perfect way of doing it. Graves had yet to realize that he was wrapped around Berka's little finger like a love-sick puppy, and in truth he probably never would. His thoughts went wild about what he could do with this mare, and yet none were portrayed in his stance. No smile, no glances of joy, he simply stood there, glancing over the mare.
Badmoon...that's original. He thought as he looked over her for the last time before preparing to speak. She was nice in size, and if she was ever going to bear a foal he wouldn't completely crush her with his draft-ass. He noted her eyes, but also her stance. She didn't stare straight ahead, so she wasn't sightless. He frowned again. He wanted his foals to look like him, and if she bore a filly with those eyes she'd be killed, no doubt. How many brutes have kept you within their rules, slave? He demanded, not using her name unless she was promoted. |
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 13, 2008 17:28:25 GMT -5
Glancing upwards at the stag, her eyes sparked slightly showing signs that she was having trouble keeping her tongue under control. "Only one has tried." Was all she said. Fearing that her mouth would get away with her if she spoke anymore. Moving slightly to change limbs, standing in the small pen was starting to bug her but who was she to complain. Her grey orbs locked on him, their depths showing sass and arigance. Badmoon had been bred from a high line of slaves. Bred for their abilate to please their master, however a loose tongue was the effect of such close breeding.
Standing still once more Badmoon watched the large friesian stag before her. His silence ment that he wasn't a brainless idiot that she had figured the moment he approached her. Slapping her hocks with her long chains as she waited impatiently.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 14, 2008 10:23:15 GMT -5
Inwardly, Graves quirked a brow. Time to see what this little gal is made of. His massive, furry dagger impacted the earth with a harsh force, attempting at getting the mare's full attention. Slave, you will serve as a nurse to my lead mare. She will be addressed as either M'lady, or Mistress and you will hang on to every command given to you by her as if it were your last breath, and by how throughly you act on it, it may be. Now, this wasn't at all true. Berka, he already knew, liked for him to be in charge. She was his trophy, not his partner, and Grave Digger wouldn't let a soul near her until they have proven themselves worthy and able to not leave fingerprints on his flawless piece of gold. He waited for the slave's response, hoping that she would act out. He didn't go easy on disobedience, and so far that was the first thing his mare's learned.
His right audit flicked to the sound of Moon's chain, binding her to this disdainful environment. And, you will follow your new master to his residence chained, as proof that your sorry ass wont try to run off. I have much better things to do then chase helpless little slaves around. He snapped, rearing on his haunches to come down hard upon the chain that binded her to the fence, partially allowing movement. |
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 16, 2008 0:41:20 GMT -5
The ebon and alabaster filly actually laughed, not a loud obnoxious laugh but a soft sort of giggle. The slightest shake of her beautifully featured skull was given as she glanced at him again. "Actually I go no where chained...and if you didn't like chasing little helpless slaves around then why are you here? Perhaps if you are looking for helpless little slaves then you should try down the row...there's a small grey filly that seems more your style. And as far as nurse maids...do I look like I need a female telling me what in the **** to do? I stand here of my own free will, not because I didn't please my last master. I listen only to stallions...no mare will ever tell me what to do and get the response she wishes. So no 'master' I do not believe that we would work good together. " Her murky orbs flashed angrily as she struck her whip cord against her hocks drawing small droplets of blood to the surface on her beautiful clean alabaster pelt. Twin sets pinned to her skull, if he wanted her to act out then he just pushed all the right buttons. Badmoon was far from the filly to stick with a bunch of mares and expect her to play nice. He would learn that if he tried it, of course he had his hands full with her. She gave pleasure to her 'masters' not his mistresses. Pleasure was the name of her game...not baby sitting. Standing proud eye to eye with him, she would never bow down to a stag...after all if they didn't need her then why were they here? Badmoon showed respect until she was pissed off then she stood back and let who ever had pushed the proverbial button have it. However if the stag wished for a little toy to take his mind off the lack of pleasure he got from his mares then she was his ticket to Paradise.
[ooc: Sorry about the mouthiness..that's how I see her and so I went with it. Hope that's what digger was looking for.]
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 16, 2008 18:22:37 GMT -5
//ooc: Nice! Exactally, that's perfect! Now, I know I'm powerplaying a bit. I don't want this to turn out into a fight between them, and it says in the rules masters can slightly with their slaves anyways. I really hope you don't mind it.\\
His external, solem expression didn't waver, although internally Graves was glowering with excitement. Rocking his massive weight, the black Hellion reared, his ebony nares flaring and his harks pasted against his crown. The slave had no where to hide from her new master, and in truth she was still penned and chained. His daggers cut through the air with an eerie whir as he crashed into the slave's spotted back and knocked her to the rocky earth beneath. Grave Digger stepped over Moon, his large frame blocking her from comming to her feet. He stopped abrubtly then, allowing the dust to settle and Mother Earth herself to give him the quiet respect he thought he diserved when he spoke.
Problemo numero uno, slave: Never, ever, tell me 'no'. He struck out again then, his left flint contacting against her shoulder as she lay beneath him. His voice was an arrogant monotone as he pointed out the things she had said that had particulary irked him. If she wanted to keep her life, she'd take notes. Problem number two, think before you speak. You indeed go places chained, like now. You went from standing to being thrown to the ground while binded. What a big girl! You diserve a round of applause! Grinding his teeth at the end of his sentence, he brought himself to a rear again, hoping to instal the same fear he did with Raina when he beat her for the first time.
His enormus hooves came into contact with the rocky Earth only centemeters from Moon's fallen frame, forcing a nerby slave to wince for her. As the kicked up dust settled, it revealed that his kissers were only inches away from Badmoon's audits as he whispered. Number three, you stand no where on your 'own free will' for you are nothing more than a slave. Your 'will' doesn't apply to the world around you anymore, you've demoted yourself. For whatever reason that is I don't give a flying sh*t, but thanks to yourself you have no say in where you go or what you do. If you think I practice any type of restraint in punishing my slaves, you're sadly mistaken, girly. And last but not least, number four. I, a stallion, He paused to glance between his legs, Yep, stallion, gave you not one but two orders and like I was foreced to state the obvious before little missy, you have no choice but to follow them. He snapped, his shadow moving over the mare as he removed his massive wall of a body off of her. |
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 16, 2008 21:49:51 GMT -5
The ebon and alabaster coated filly hit the ground with a loud thud, the air knocked from her lungs as he rained down his anger upon her bodice. His orders were minimal to the b*tch that lay upon the ground. As the dust settled around her and he had finished his words of warning all she could do was utter a short, soft laugh. Badmoon's body hurt, there was no doubt about that but she would heal as she had before. "As you wish to see it master. However because there is chains around my limbs or the fact that I must do as my master insists makes no different to the fact that I did state that..." She took a long deep breath before continuing. "You are here looking for a slave, so I did not speak anything but the truth. Without ones such as I, your world would not revolve." Her haunting orbs held the same fiery spark that had detoured many masters, her hisses had turned away the mistresses that had commented upon her beauty. "I serve of my own free will, death would have come to me sooner if I didn't wish to do this. So as you see...I do have a choice. Death or to serve...I fear neither master. And as far as punishment, I love pain."
Badmoon looked up at him as she rose to her flints, blood trickled down her shoulder casting scarlet trails down the pale painting of her bodice. Her skull still held in it's loft possistion of pride and respect for herself. As she had said before she would never let anyone bring her down...she after all was what these masters sought after. Sure they had their little trinkets as they called them, their little mares that held their intest with words and small signs of affection but when it came down to it. Their slaves were the ones who got their most attention...Badmoon's mother had been a wonderful teacher. She had passed her sass and attitude down to her striking daughter so keeping close to her heart the fact that she was her mother's daughter she didn't show fear. In fact she hardly felt fear.
[ooc: This is getting good. I didn't know I had the attitude in me! But I do!]
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 16, 2008 22:07:18 GMT -5
Grave Digger almost smiled. Almost. There was something about this girl. She was no normal slave, and in truth, he liked it, but not enough to realize it consiously. He was much to stupid for that, and although his lustful intrest for this mare had already been sparked when she spoke out against him about Berka, Grave Digger would never stoop to the level of dirtying his self-image from being with a slave in any type of romantic way. Well, slave, then this isn't going to be the worst thing for you now, will it. It was no question.
Raina wasn't allowed to talk at all because of her snappy attitude twords him, but she was slightly more unpredictable. She simply got irked if Grave Digger looked at her the wrong way, and although her fuming facial expression made him want to erupt in a roar of laughter, he would do no such thing other than punish her for her outbursts infront of Berka. Raina was more...unbroken-in. Graves could manipulate Badmoon, as previously shown, so she was slightly less of a threat. And about those orders, those chains will come off when we pass my boarders. No exception. He demanded, standing proudly. In truth, she had already proven that she wouldn't run off, he simply wanted to see Moon's willpower at work again. |
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Post by †B.oodica† on Mar 16, 2008 22:20:09 GMT -5
Badmoon smirked slightly as she shifted her weight slightly, the blood oozed quickly from the cut but she payed it no mind. "Now was that so hard...master? And the name is Badmoon if you don't mind." She didn't give him time to answer the question as she shuddered slightly causing the dust to flee from her pelt. "So...lead on." Her sassy remarks voiced with silky sweet vocals. Pawing slightly the sound of the chain rattling as she glanced at the wench in the cell beside her, Badmoon's twin sets pinned to her skull as she snorted in the b*tches general direction making the other slave back away from her. Glancing up at the ebon stallion who had caused her so much entertainment over the last hour had decided that he couldn't live without her...how predictable. Badmoon knew that he wouldn't leave without her and she was no right where she wanted to be.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 16, 2008 22:34:29 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes slightly at the mare. Deciding against another lash out, for his own limbs hurt from crashing against the ground so harshly, Grave Digger rolled his eyes. Throwing his weight to his left, he pushed against the mare's bleeding shoulder. Come, slave. Dont lag. He enuciated the derogetary calling, emphasizing the fact that she was indeed a slave and would not by any means give him orders. It didn't work that way, and even if it did Grave Digger would not allow it. His broad chest pushed through the half open gate to Moon's pen, easily forcing it open. He looked back briefly at the mare standing by her lonesome in the pen, her flints still chained. He broke out into a strong, fast paced canter, making sure she could at least keep up with that before making it harder.
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