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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 7, 2008 19:59:51 GMT -5
Raina watched as her kind old master left. She paced back and forth realizing where she was. How could he leave me She thought. Not wanting to be there anymore Raina ran into the area but slowed as she watched carefully for stallions. She shook her black mane and flung her black head up in despair. Oh how she wished she was back in the field at her old master's place. Deciding that worring was not the right thing to do she lowered her head to the ground and started chewing on the grass.
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Post by zoe on Feb 7, 2008 20:13:53 GMT -5
Freyja pranced into the arena, flicking her short mane proudly. She had one slave already; it was time to find another. Preferably a young female, to bring new blood into her herd. But Freyja wasn't sure; should she take on another slave before she found her lands? Slaves were plentiful, she told herself, but a good slave is hard to find.
A young mare caught her eye. She stood placidly, grazing in one of the few patches that was not hard-packed dirt. Her coat was a glistening back, marred only by a single white stripe. Freyja wondered what she was like, how she would respond to serving a female Master. But then, what did it matter what Raina thought?
Freyja trotted over to her, letting out a short neigh to alert her to her presence as she approached.
"Mare, what is your name?"
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 7, 2008 20:20:16 GMT -5
Raina was chewing on the grass when she heard a niegh. She looked up and saw a mare trotting over to her. Mare what is your name She had asked. Raina looked at her with a nuetral look. "Raina Mylady" She said simply. She stood still in a respective posture as her former master had taught her. Raina waited for the mistress to give her, her next order.
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Post by zoe on Feb 7, 2008 20:27:14 GMT -5
Freyja balked in surprise. The mare had not sprung to attention; she did not cower from her as a slave should. Sure, she looked respectful, but that was all. She looked more like a herd stallion's favorite foal than a slave. Freyja was no dominator, but a little fright would be nice.
"And your age." Freyja said coldly. If the mare was young enough, perhaps Freyja could knock some sense into her disrespectful brain.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 7, 2008 20:31:15 GMT -5
Raina cringed slightly as she relized she did something wrong. " Four years Mylady" She said with her eyes to the ground. Raina lowered her head even more hopeing she wouldn't get hurt. Sure she had had a good master before but she remembered the first 2 years of her life all of the pain and suffering. Never again did she want that.
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Post by zoe on Feb 7, 2008 20:36:49 GMT -5
And now she's afraid, Freyja thought, watching the mare duck her head. She was obedient, but lacked the proper heartfelt feeling behind her actions.
No, this horse was not for her. She was fickle, and acted of her own accord, doing the minimum of what was necessary to keep from being struck.
Freyja reared and stomped down, and the rushing wind caught the other mare's forelock in a strong gust. Freyja resisted the urge to strike out as she trotted back the way she had come, wishing the mare's future master all the lcuk in the world with dealing with Raina.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 7, 2008 20:41:37 GMT -5
Raina watched as the mare left. She sighed with relief that she wasn't beaten yet she was said as she thought that mare was sort of kind in a way. Going back to the small grass plant Raina thought about what could happen to her.
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Post by foal on Feb 8, 2008 22:52:31 GMT -5
Ooc- The posting limit is 75 words, just warning you beforehand so that you won't get caught hopefully. ^_^ |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 10, 2008 21:01:44 GMT -5
Raina watched as both slaves and masters came and went. Sighing as she ate the las of the grass Raina looked up. Deciding she needed to stretch her muscles Raina broke into a canter. Giving a small buck and shaking her head making her black mane fly. Weaving through the trees Raina put a smile on her face. 'at least theres one thing i can still do' She thought to her self. Slowing down Raina looked at her surroundings and found herself at the edge of the auction rock.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 21:27:14 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave
Black Hellion stood tall and proud in the shadows of the treeline. They embraced him as one of their own as he watched a young fae get rejected by a mistriss. Psh...mares. They shouldn't have the power to rule anything. They didn't know what to do with it. Grave Digger looked the grazing female over, taking in her size, color, tone, and possible age. She looked a little over three, her black coat shinning in the warm Spring sunlight. Her neck was naturally arched, her head narrow, and her muzzle curved , the Arabian breed extreemly visable in the young fae.
He trotted foreward from the darkness, his curisoity peaked as to why she was so quickly rejected. His inner concience wanted to prove himself better than that mistriss, and he was already set on claiming her. Mare. Name. He stopped infront of her, adressing her with an overshadowing stance of dominance and tossing his long, silky mane. |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 12, 2008 21:35:51 GMT -5
So tired of waiting Raina sighed. Suddenly Raina heard a very masculine voice speak to her. Tired of being so obediant that she got put in a place like this she just flicked her ear at him. Continueing to eat what little grass there was Raina's mind was arguing with her heart telling her she could get killed. Realizing that this was true Raina lifted her head and spoke to the stallion. "Raina" She said with little emotion.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 21:59:39 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave
A low, threatening nicker arose deep within Grave Digger's chest. This little b*tch didn't know what she was getting herself into, and he understood now why the large, tan mistress had refused to take her. However, Grave Digger was not one who would stand for that kind of disrespect. Slave, you will look at me when you are givin the privilage to let your voice be heard. Do not misuse that privlage. His nares flared as he stomped his front hoof, leaning back prepairing to rear if showed any further disrespect by this insugnificant little mare.
//ooc: My post lengths very on who I'm posting with. Since your's are short, quick, and too the point, mine will be too to keep you from waiting for a long, descriptive post. No worries, Chica. ^^\\ [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 12, 2008 22:11:23 GMT -5
Raina looked up shocked. Her shock turned to anger and she glared at the stallion. Opening her mouth. "Privelage" She nearly yelled at him. Emiadtly Raina's eyes widened as she realized she just disoybed the stallion. Moving back a step she closed her eyes and hoped it would be quick. Raina flattened her ears as she tried to block out the sound of the stallion standing in front of her. Crouched down a bit she awaited her punishment.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 23:02:48 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave
He grinned, a menical glint of pleasure entering his pools as reared up, a loud whinny erupting through his throat and exiting his open mouth, his teeth barring in anger twords the ignorant female. His large daggars came down on her ebony back fast and hard, his neck stretching down and his teeth wrapped around a good chunk of flesh before he lifted his head, tearing it from her shoulder left. He let off the pressure on her back only to reapply it by barrelling into her side at a decent speed.
He reared again, throwing his hooved into the sky and snorting before slamming them back down to the ground only inches away from Raina. He wanted her to flinch, and if she didn't he needed to give her more of a reason to. He was being leinent today, that was for sure. That's right, your privilage, which has been revoked. Stand up, mare, and follow me to your new 'haven'. He stood over her, coyly smiling down at her. |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 12, 2008 23:08:23 GMT -5
Raina's eyes flew open and widened as she was punished. As he tore a chunk of flesh from her shoulder she cried out in pain. Falling to the ground she closed her eyes to stop the tears. When she opened them she saw the hooves coming down on her. She gasped and tensed her body ready for the impact. But when nothing came she opened her eyes. She looked up at the stallion who was currently smiling down at her. Getting up she hung her head and avoided eye contact with her new master.
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