To Survive The [Cyclone]

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

"Ha Ha! It was only a matter of time before you could no longer attempt to handle me!"

The cruel nicker slid forth from my velvet kissers as the stag departed. I watched him go with large intelligant eyes as my small red frame stood there defiantly. My whipcord lashed out angrily at a fly and I watched it fall away with a smirk. Slowly I turned away too from the place the stallion had once stood. But as many others had, he had given up on trying to break me in. To my relief though he hadn't managed to cause me to birth his foal. No, I had just barely escaped that and it was because I was smaller than many.

Flints struck the earth in their light four beat rythm as I headed out across the area. Nares flared lightly as I took in the scents of many others. Just then I heard a pleading mare to my right. I turned to watch her fall under the violent hooves of her new owner. She had tried to defy him but couldn't react in time to get away. Slowly she staggered up and followed him. To my left I turned and saw a mare eagerly allow the stag to mount. I shook my dial angrily which sent my flame colored tresses into the air only to fall back down on my nape and forehead.

Once more I headed forward this time allowing my pillars into a trot. I didn't like this place one bit and I wanted to get out of here. The scent of stags grew stronger though and soon I broke into a run. My pelt rippled in a muscular tide as I plowed forward. My lungs were heaving in great gulps of air by the time I reached the top of a hill and found there was no place to go.

Darn It.

My thoughts fluttered angrily as I turned to go. But I didn't know that for someone, I had put on a great show.

[zoe]

Freyja trotted forward into the arena, skull and neck parallel to the ground. She was tired of coming here, day after day, looking for the perfect new slave. She was anxious of leaving Elu alone; he might run off, who knew these days?

She spotted a young mare from the corner of her eye; the horse was racing around as though she had been set on fire. Freyja chuckled to herself - what a perfect analogy, considering Cyclone's looks.

Freyja pranced over to Cyclone, watching her for another moment before speaking.

"What is your name, Filly?"

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

My senses picked it up right away. The scent was distinct and stood out greatly against the smell of stags. This was a mare and I could tell that she was a master because her's was not muddied with the stench of stag. I turned nares flaring slightly to face the mare. What I found was different then what I expected though. I looked up at the large figure that stood before me audits pressing tightly against my skull.

What is your name, Filly? The words rang within my thinking pad and I flashed my ivors angrily. What era was this mare from. I was 3 and no longer a filly but by my size you couldn't tell. But if there's one thing that ticks me off to no end it is those that make fun of my size. I can duke it out with the best of them even though I am smaller in stature.

"My name? Well, is that any of your concern mare?"

The nicker slid from my vocals in a throaty sense. It wasn't the high pitched pleasant tone that usually came forth and wound around the minds of stags. No this was the 'Leave me alone' sound. The sound that could chill a foal down to the bone or send shivers up spines. A sound that usually was never produced from a lovely young mare.

[zoe]

Freyja stopped, startled. What an impudent mare! She had never seen a slave so defiant, but then, she had not been on the recieving end of a slave's hatred before.

"Yes, I am afraid it is." She intoned, voice cold and sharp. Freyja stood a powerful 18 hands high, and she shifted her body to make herself seem more imposing.

"Because you are coming with me, name or not, and there is nothing you can do to change that, filly."

She stomped her hind foot in the dust of the worn-down arena, certain the mare would have no response.

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

The laughter burst from my chest before I could stop it. Musical notes alighted in the air. My vocals vibrated lightly before they fell quite. I stared at the large mare yet since she was so large I ended up staring at a slight incline.

"Those are large words for a simple mare."

The words dripped with a suprising amount of venom as I stepped back and glared at her. My orbs roared with the flames of my soul and my muscles readied themselves. Since she was larger than my I could easily get clobbered so it would be stupid to fight. But then again flight was the second option and although I'm small I can move pretty fast and catch her on the rebound. My whipcord lashed out once more as the silence grew and shivered with tension.

Audits flickered slightly upon my dial as I kept eye contact. Once more I was bound to find myself in a hard situation but that was fine. I didn't care any more and in some cases my determination is what drives the master. It is my few wild characteristics that some herds would want in their offspring. It was one of the many advantages of having slaves. Free labor, foal producers, and sometimes sex toys for the occasional roudy stallion.

[zoe]

Freyja was shocked. Again, this filly was defying her. Though she had promised herself she would not, her diamond shot forth of it's own accord, catching Cyclone squarely in the chest. She nearly winced as though the blow had been directed towards her, but quickly caught herself and maintained a strong front.

"You are a slave, filly. Your kind is below mine. Though I would be kind to you, you leave me not much choice but to be cruel. Find it within yourself to come with me in peace, or find yourself with a far more violent master than I."

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

As soon as I saw her muscles tense I moved. Yet I felt the blow hit me a bit off course. I wasn't fast enough. My thoughts rang in my ears as I stumbled sideways. I had moved enough to not get the full force of the blow yet I was smaller than her by a lot so her umph was my ouch. I felt a bruise form under the fire colored skin on my chest as I looked up to her.

My eyes still blazed with their usual flare as her words rangs clear. Cruel master? Too late. Been there done that. Once more I shook my dial and glared slightly yet my gaze had softened. A smirk slid upon my kissers as I bowed my head in slight mockery.

"I didn't think you had the guts M'Lady. Looks like I have no choice but to follow you into your lovely haven of a home."

My words were still a bit harsh but this time were tainted in mockery as I trod to stand behind her. The smirk was still thick on my facade as I waited for my new master to take me away. It was only a matter of time till she could handle me no longer. But I wouldn't admit that she had recieved a little bit of respect from me.

[zoe]

Freyja smiled to herself, thinking she had the filly thoroughly under hoof now. There was a slightly tainted to air to the way in which she replied, but she had agreed to come, and that was all that Freyja was looking for at this stage. Once she had Cyclone in her lands, the young mare would understand how much better off she was with Freyja.

A mare, after all, could not abuse her in that one way that stallions could; Cyclone was safe from bearing the foal of her enemy.

Freyja set forth to return home, new minion in tow.

[hero]

OOC: would you like to continue this in her lands?