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Post by raven on Feb 5, 2008 18:09:37 GMT -5
The Quarter Horse mare gave a slight snort as her limbs carried her further into the land filled with fear. She knew very well where she was; her previous master had dropped her off here. The mare kept her cranium held high, despite how scared she truly was. She hated to let fear show, and no matter how much she wanted to turn and flee, the mare knew that she could not do such a thing. So she pushed herself further into the area, her auds perked forward and her strides were long and cautious. Her dreads and tassel flickered slightly in the small breeze as she halted, her chocolate colored frame now still. Her dark brown orbs scanned her surroundings, keeping watch for another equine, if one were to approach her from the way she was facing.
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Post by arabelle on Feb 5, 2008 22:54:05 GMT -5
Black as the darkest night he swept in silently light on his friesen hooves. His arched neck and long sweeping mane marked him as one good looking brute but something always messed that up. Most of the time it was the look on his face the cruel sadistic smirk which he had on now as he weaved his way pass many of the slaves that he looked at with disgust. A lot of them were weak not even worth his time but little did they know that made them very lucky. His dark smirk widened even more when he saw the mare that blended into the night almost as well as he except her coat was a deep chocolate. He slide up beside her his hooves hardly making an indentation on the soft rocky earth as he did. He waited till he was inch's from her to lean in and whisper his deadly harsh tones into her silky aud. "What is your name slave." It was not a question but a demand, and he waited glaring at her but still with a slight smirk and he waited impatiently for her reply.
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Post by raven on Feb 5, 2008 23:03:09 GMT -5
Seeing as she had been looking in the other direction, the mare did not notice the Friesen brute approaching. If she had been paying the slightest bit of attention, she would have heard the sound of his hooves. But she had been so preoccupied with watching in one direction, and occasionally glancing to the side, that she did not think to look behind her. When she heard the ominous whisper in her aud, she flattened both ears against her cranium in surprise, but did not move other than that. She knew better from her previous master to pose a threat, or even move away from the stallion. Her dark brown eyes traveled over to where he stood, taking in his appearance. He was a large male, and looked quite dangerous. This only pushed all thoughts of defying him out of her mind.
"My name is Rocket." She said, with as much strength as she could muster in her voice. The Quarter horse was still and silent after that, muscles tense and auds still flattened against her skull, awaiting further speech from the brute.
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Post by arabelle on Feb 5, 2008 23:10:20 GMT -5
He noticed that she didn't shy away from him or tense besides twitching her harks a little and was pleased. She also looked strong in build not like the regular weaklings that he saw. He gave her a sick smile and circled behind her tightly brushing her sides and rump along the way. He came back to stand in front of her and decided to tell her his name since she did so good, "Well Rocket my name is Toxin." He hissed out in another whisper his ebony orbs boring into her own. He decided to get all of the useless intros and instead he just said simply but managing to sound harsh all the same, "Would you like to be in my herd?" He asked sarcastically as if she honestly had a choice. He rolled back on his haunches waiting for her reply.
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Post by raven on Feb 5, 2008 23:16:45 GMT -5
Rocket did not move as the stallion moved around her, lightly brushing against her sides and rump as he moved along. Finally he came to a halt in front of her, staring Rocket in the eyes. She did not dare look away, and only inclined her head slightly as he introduced himself as Toxin. When he asked if she would like to be in his herd, a harsh yet sarcastic edge to his voice, she knew she had no choice. Either way, no matter what her answer was, she would end up joining. And she could either go quietly, or she could go after being roughed up quite a bit. She knew this all too well, and knew it was better not to struggle.
She nodded her head, before speaking again. "Yes, sir. I would." She answered, her tone neutral and even. She continued to gaze into his eyes, never allowing her stare to falter or for her attention to shift.
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Post by arabelle on Feb 6, 2008 16:51:27 GMT -5
He noticed that she didn't flinch away from and that she didn't look away. He smirked again now this was a mare he was going to like, he thought smugly. He chuckled lightly when she said yes sir. "I do not require my slaves to say yes sir." He said darkly, but he was in an exceptional good mood today because this was becoming a nice place to come for slaves. He already had two others. He shook his chiseled head lightly making his long thick mane fall in front of his ebony orbs reminding them all of his good looks. For he was a very good looking brute but something in his orbs always messed his look up. He snorted slightly and said curtly, "Come". He then turned on his heels and started walking away assuming that she followed.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 15, 2008 20:41:36 GMT -5
//ooc: Is thie closed, orrr?\\
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2008 20:40:10 GMT -5
OoC: Yeah. ^^ Sorry, just saw this.
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