Is there a dream? (Joules)

[//.Jazzy]

The dapple grey mare stumbled into the action rock. Her master bite and kicked at her back legs and her rump trying to get her to go faster. Compling she moved into a trot until she reached a clump of trees, looking back she found that her master had left her there. Sighing the mare, known as Celtic Tiger, walked over to one of the trees leaning against it. Her pure white mane whipped lightly across her eyes as the wind picked up.

[..Joules..]

Pyrios wandered the slave pens aimlessly, looking on with a certain amount of boredom. He would need a few good mares if he planned on starting a herd. Slaves would suit the purpose well. Spotting a fair dappled mare standing near a copse of trees, the stallion approached in no particular hurry, gaze appraising her critically. He did not say anything at first, watching her closely. "What are you called by my dear?" he questioned pleasantly enough.

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic Tiger looked over at the stallion as he approached. Her eyes were dull and she bent her head low as he came near. "Celtic Tiger M'lord" She said no emotion in her voice. The breeze continued to push her forelock across her eyes so she looked out at the stallion through a veil of white hair. Her ears where pricked forward more in respect then in anything else. She would listen to what he had to say intently not wanting to be beat.

[..Joules..]

He listened to her deadened voice, meeting her spiritless eyes. "Rather grim aren't we now?" Pyrios walked a slow circle around her, muscles rippling and twisting beneath his thin summer coat. "I suppose you've got a reason though, being a slave and all. Still..." His eyes glittered with their own unimaginable thoughts. He certainly wasn't one that lacked vivacity. He had little desire for a slave who would be slow and reluctant. Perhaps she could be pricked into action with the right motivation...

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic watched him as he circled her wondering what he meant. She could be as firey as the pits of hell but then again you would have to work her up abit. Her true nature was that of a b*tchy, dont-mess-with-me type but it was buried along with her soul underneath the chains of slavery. It would take alot to break her out of it but then again if you said the right thing she would defenatly snap.

[..Joules..]

"Tell me dear," he said, neglecting to use her name despite his knowledge of it. "Have you ever bourne a foal? Did your last master treat you well?" It was unusual for a stallion to ask so many questions of a slave he was considering. Then again, Pyrios was not your average run of the mill stallion. He could put on the act quite well, but there were always certain... variations that marked him as different.

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic looked over at him. "No M'lord" She looked away at his last question. "Sort of M'lord" Her last master wasn't the nicest but becouse of her good behavior he only struck her a few times. She stayed silent after that not wanting to get beaten for speaking out when she wasn't suppose too. But then again there was something about her that wasn't quite right. She was too submissive, she had the dull look like most slaves but some of her answers where to docile, to lifeless.

[..Joules..]

Pyrios came to a halt, studying her a moment. She certainly was the type to play unobtrusive, sweet, sad... broken. There had to be something more to her, though. He wouldn't believe that all of her soul had vanished into slavery. Without warning, he lashed out, nipping her shoulder firmly. He did not offer a reason for the move, but instead pushed close, crowding her. He planted another few firm nips and threatened to kick, ears pinned viciously.

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic took the nips with just a wince of pain. She had trained herself to withstand the pain of being nipped. If this stallion was trying to get her to return to her natural personality he was going about the wrong way. She wouldn't fight back until he said something about her family or friends. She just stood there her ears pressed agianst her head in a defensive way. She wasn't about to snap for a few nips.

[..Joules..]

A snort of disgust was released. "You have become dead to the world," he accused heartlessly. "Your mother must not have been a good sort. A proper mother would encourage her daughter never to lose her spirit. Yours was probably too worried about saving her own skin." Pyrios did not let up, still pressing close. In many ways, he spoke from experience. His own mother had always encouraged him to fight for himself.

ooc: I've got to do homework Hopefully I'll have time to come back on later...

[//.Jazzy]

Suddenly the life flashed into her eyes. Spinning she rushed into Pyrios, she crashed into him uncaring about her own cuts and bruises she would get. "DO NOT speak of my mother like that" She said after she had drawn back. "You know nothing of my life, you know nothing of what i have saw." She said her eyes blazing in fury. "You master's are just spoiled little BRATS" She screamed at him. Her voice was like the wind through the trees flowing smoothly but it was full of anger.

[..Joules..]

He saw the spark in her eyes alight, and dodged away nimbly as she blundered into him in her sudden rage. Case and point. Pyrios could hardly conceal his smug little grin. "Easy there my dear," he said. "I am glad to have found that there your body is not an empty shell... but nor should you forget yourself." It was his warning that she should not address him so again. He would let it pass this time, since he had intentionally triggered her anger... but it would not be acceptable in the future. "Well then," he said softly. "What do you propose I do with you?"

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic grew even more angry, at herself mostly. 'He meant to make me made' She glared at him. She smirked as an idea formed in her head. 'He wants a fire' She thought 'Ill give it to him alright' Shifting to a hind leg she looked at him carelessly. "Oh i have an idea ya leave me here and go find another toy" She said. She wasn't about to back off this so sudden, especially since he wanted this.

[..Joules..]

"What if," he said softly, gaze intent. "I didn't want a 'toy', hmm?" Pyrios studied her closely as he spoke. "What if I didn't want a broken spirit?" He smiled, more to himself than to her. "Just what would you think of me then?" Probably nothing good. Regardless, he was stubborn and could be very persistent at times... unless he was irritated to the point of losing his temper. For now, though, she held his interest.

[//.Jazzy]

Celtic smirked. "What would i think then?" She thought for a moment. "I would think you would be unfit for a master" She paused. "Don't all masters want obediant slaves?" She riased her head to look at him. "Dont they just want toys to bend and break?" She wasn't sure what to think. "If you didn't want a 'toy' I would be surprised" She said slightly coldly. He must just be playing mind games She decided. Flicking her tail in irratation she stared right back at the brute

ooc: sorry kinda sucky