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Post by [Vengeance] on Feb 12, 2008 21:31:07 GMT -5
Onyx legs brushed through the grass at a gentle trot. The mare's head carried even with her shoulders, amber eyes staring out at the world; checking it out. The distant figures of other enslaved mares stole her vision, and she winced at the sight of their bent and broken figures. Kennedy knew how they felt. She knew exactly, she just didn't look quite as broken as they did. They all bore the same scars, shallow and grown over, but still there. But the pale mare bore hers in a different manner. Her own eyes were bright and shining, her thoughts were hopeful, daydreaming as she trotted through the solemn land. Fresh spring sun shone lightly on her moon-washed pelt, showing off her spanish lineage as she moved.
Kennedy went to a solitary tree near a few other mares. They shuffled away with empty eyes and pinned ears. The mare sighed, even other slaves didn't like her because she was too optimistic. Just because she wasn't depressed and regretful like they were, they hated her. Because she didn't fight her masters. Watching them go, she lifted her head and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. She knew how hopeless it was that she kept holding out for someone to find her. But she would never, ever forget those days when she was free and young. She wanted love, was that such a crime? With a decisive flick of her ebony tail, she let her gaze move out into the distance. Once again looking over those quiet, dead, vengeful mares. She wouldn't be like them. She was never going to quit hoping for something better then this. No matter how much they beat it out of her, she wasn't quitting that easily. With a gentle fire in her dark eyes, she let her muzzle reach toward the ground. Grazing quietly as she waited for whatever the world had in store for her...
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 12, 2008 22:47:44 GMT -5
Skylark ambled over to the mare, trotting jauntily. He planned to find a slave and free them today. It would be his first mission as a slave-free-er. Brown orbs scanned the rows and rows of slaves. The sight almost brough tears to his eyes. He felt like a master, searching for one with potential. After passing by a few old and emaciated mares and stallions, he spotted the grey mare. She was beautiful. That was all that filled his mind for at least ten seconds. Then the stallion drifted back to the real world. With such beauty, she would be claimed in no time.
The chestnut stallion trotted over to the mare and spoke. "Hello, fair lady. I am Skylark. May I be graced to know your name?" He spoke in a friendly manner, certainly not in the usual demanding tone that most potential masters would. Also, he introduced himself, another thing that most masters wouldn't even care to mention. All the big stallion wanted right now was to have the mare next to him, at peace and free from this mess.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 12, 2008 22:49:32 GMT -5
Demon walked thru the field not finding anything to his taste. Then he saw a grey mare standing by a lone tree. Walking over there the chestnut stallion smirked. Coming up to the mare he asked in a icy voice. "Name,age, now" He narrowed his eyes as he watched the mare. Flicking his chestnut tail he looked her over. He liked how she looked she was a grey mare with a black man and tail and onyx legs.
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Post by [Vengeance] on Feb 12, 2008 23:04:37 GMT -5
Twin harks pitched upright, hearing the beats of an approaching stallion. With a courageous gaze, she lifted her head and slowly met the eyes of the russet brute before her. She was cautious, for some stallions didn't like that, but he seemed quite friendly. She looked at him curiously a moment, never having met a master that kindly introduced himself like that. Smile flickered faintly over her dark mug, respect shining in her dark eyes. "My dear lord, My name is Kennedy." The way he had approached and the way he stood now signaled to her that he was different. But mostly, he distracted her from the other stallion that suddenly appeared at her side.
Slightly startled, she lowered her crown just the tiniest bit. Now this stag was in sharp contrast to the first; demanding, sinister in tone. "Kennedy, and I'm five." Ears flicked back just a bit, showing that she meant no aggression. The mares scoffed in the distance at her willingness, and she swallowed hard. Yes, she always looked like the perfectly obediant little master's pet. Looked being the key word. Kennedy had no more desire to be a slave then anyone else, and here she was caught in the middle of two stallions. Black forelock fell over her eyes. Gently shaking it aside, she looked between the two red equine, certainly wishing for one more then the other.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 13, 2008 18:40:34 GMT -5
^^ click for my picture Skylark allowed a soft smile to pass along his maw. She had a sweet desposition and didn't seem to be afraid of a master. Any horse who was afraid of masters wouldn't do any good in his herd. But then trouble approached. He spun around and glared at the approaching steed. The free-roaming stag pinned his ears at the other male. How dare he approach this fae and speak so demandingly to her? Anger flared through his body. "Back off, brute. I don't want you hurting any other horses, especially not this mare. I'm a free-roamer, and you had better back off or you will regret every single blow you ever dealt to another equine." The stallion spat out each word viciously. He stabbed his dagger at the ground unitentionally. A dark flash passed through his usually kind eyes.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 13, 2008 18:44:09 GMT -5
Demon just smirked. "And who says i beat the slaves i keep?" He said it in a tone that held no malice. Yes Demon realized the other stallion is bigger then him but by not much. "I would apprieciate you calling me by my name which is Demontor" Flicking an ear unaggressivley Demon seemed calm and relaxed. But in reality he had almost every muscle ready to go incase the other stallion decided to attack.
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Post by [Vengeance] on Feb 13, 2008 22:10:55 GMT -5
Dark eyes flicked from one brute to the other, passing along a shy smile to Skylark, already having won her attention. Demontor, though he had yet to hurt her, wasn't proving to be a very kindly creature. It was all right there, in the careless way he flicked his ears and spoke, as if claiming her were just some tiny part of his day. All planned out as if it had already happened. Kennedy didn't want to live like someone had already set it out for her. With a rippling sigh, a heavy breath flared through her thin nostrils. Vicious vocals suddenly cut the tension, and the ashen vix was surprised to hear it coming from the nicer of the two. But his words...they caught in her ears and sounded wonderful. Like some fantasy knight in shining armor he was standing up for her. Smiling faintly, she heard Demontor's retaliation. Lier. Lier, lier, lier. What master didn't beat their slaves? Kennedy had yet to meet one that didn't. Holding her composure, the young mare rested a hind leg, trying to appear nonchalant though her stomach fluttered freely. She could sense the tension buiilding ont he air between the two stallions, and she'd really rather not a fight erupt. Bu if was between that and going with the master stallion, Kennedy was inclined to let what happens happen...Slaves didn't speak unless spoken to, right? So for now, she remained silent.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 13, 2008 22:51:59 GMT -5
^^ click for my picture The stallion grimaced at the other's words. Never beaten any slaves? Likely story, mister Demontor. It was a scary name, which sent a shudder down the slightly larger stag's spine. This guy must think he was irresistable or something. A snarl came from Skylark. "Look here, Demontor. I know you probably think that I would believe that. I don't. Any master would beat a slave if they became disrespectful. What would you do if she said that she wanted to join another herd? I doubt that you would allow any slave to leave you freely, no matter how nicely you treat them." Skylark spoke with a passion. He had known slaves for all of his life in his old herd, and it felt good to be helping those who worked for him so long ago. Almond orbs flicked over to Kennedy. He was not going to give up.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 13, 2008 22:55:50 GMT -5
Demon sighed he had a feeling he was going to lose this mare. Turning to Kennedy he looked at her with a softer gaze then before. "Tell me what was your last master like?" He needed to know for it would decide her fate. He thought he already knew the answer and had a feeling she wasn't coming home with him. None the less he was going to try to get the mare whether the bigger stallion liked it or not.
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Post by [Vengeance] on Feb 15, 2008 20:27:18 GMT -5
It was the tone when Skylark spoke, telling Kennedy that he was devoted to treating mares kindly. It was a pleasant feeling, forcing her respect for him to grow like the very grass on which she stood. She liked him, she wouldn't lie. Demontor turned his large dial to look at her, and she raised her eyes slowly. His stare was soft, but she still sensed he had ill intentions for her. Why did he have to bring up her last master? "Cruel, picky, and loud. Just like any others. But I was just a broodmare for him." Harks flickered in discomfort, for she'd just rather not remember. Mug lifted determinedly, brushing the thoughts away. Ebon flag swatted, driving off fresh spring insects. Curiosity shone in the mare's amber eyes and she tilted her crown slightly. It was bad to question your master, but she couldn't help herself."Why?"
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 16, 2008 8:50:15 GMT -5
Demontor sighed. Turning to Skylark Demon addressed him. "You are right i do attack my slaves when they are disrespectful." His eyes turned cold. "But never do i use them for my own sick pleasure, which i assure you i have no sick pleasure, My slaves are treated as kindly as i can." His gazes softened slightly."I do have a temper i do have a tendency to lash out at my slaves when they are disrespectful" Demon turned to Kennedy. "It is your choice Miss" He didn't show any aggression to anyone. "Your choice to chose thou i know where you chose to go." Taking a few stepps back he waited for her answer. Yes she would have made a great addition to his herd but he didn't want any mares, slave or not, to hate him.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 16, 2008 13:44:40 GMT -5
His cruel words rolled around in his mind. At least that other red horse wasn't lying. He would beat any disrespectful slave. There was the fine line between a kind master and any free-roamer. Skylark couldn't stand the thought of injuring a quivering horse, distraught with fear of another blow. He wouldn't allow such a calm but obviously free-spirited mare to go to waste in slavery.
The chestnut stallion eyed the other horse. Although Demontor seemed to be one of the more kindly masters, he was a master all the same. It was every slave's dream to be free, was it not? Obviously this beautiful Kennedy wouldn't be free until she lived in the land of Canaa. "Of course, you can choose what you like. Your fate is with you. I feel like it is a simple choice to make, but then again, I am not the same as you." Any horse's logic would point to going with Skylark.
But then fear grappled with his soft penetrable heart. She could reject him and go off with that nasty slave-owning stallion.
What if she didn't like Skylark? What if she thought that he was stupid as his parents did so frequently tell him? Would she reject his beliefs that every free horse should work to free others?
His red whipcord slashed across his quarters, both harks focused on the mare. She would be avoiding so many problems by going away from that brute. Demontor would probably use her as a broodmare. He himself could barely resist her beauty. Her ivory coat and contrasting points with those pools of ebony peering at him were hard to hold back from. Every bone in his body longed to protect the mare from this slavery that lay before her if she refused his offer. His form was tense as he rolled over the thoughts in his mind. Would she be free, or flop back uselessly into slavery?
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Post by [Vengeance] on Feb 18, 2008 14:33:35 GMT -5
Well, his honesty was good. Then again perhaps he was just guilt-tripping her into going with him, for now Kennedy felt a bit sorry for judging the stallion. He was actually being quite gentlemenly; letting her choose her path. Soft optics trailed between the two stallions, knowing very well that her free-spirited heart told her to go with the sweeter of the two; with Skylark. But the gentle nature of her heart almost got her into trouble, for she was inclined to go with Demon out of sheer pity. Snort blew out her nostrils, and she took a single, determined step toward Skylark. Ebon nose extending to sniff his own in greeting. "I'm sorry, sir, but my wish is to go with him." Pools winced slightly, as if waiting to see disappointment or anger flash across his face, but her heart was with the red brute already. Kennedy could see herself loving Skylark, actually having some sort of relationship with him, rather then just being used. Any sane horse would have walked to freedom, and she was no different. "Thank you." She whispered, letting a smile pass over her lips at the stallion so he knew just how grateful she was.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 18, 2008 14:37:53 GMT -5
Demon winced slightly but knew Kennedy would choose freedom over him though going with him wouldn't have been much different then freedom. He sighed. "Well Kennedy I must say you are a beautful mare and i am sorry not to have you in my herd." With that Demon turned and walked away glanceing back and kennedy wondering if he shouldn't have just fought for her. He scanned the rock looking for another candidate but found none.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 20, 2008 17:28:13 GMT -5
You can post in Skylark's land, unless you want me to post first.
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