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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 12, 2008 22:34:40 GMT -5
Aerise was led over to a pen in the center of the long row. Her master looked the mare in the eyes and looked as if he was to say something. But then he turned away and galloped off. It was obvious he didn't want to get rid of his beloved mare, but 6 foals was so many that he was risking inbreeding problems. So she and three of her beloved foals were leaving that day.
The mare peered around. Her foals were long gone by now. They were young, healthy, strong, and well trained. What more could a master ask for?
She wasn't pretty.
She wasn't young.
But most of all,
Ara wasn't free.
A few masters passed by without a glance at the mare. That one is nasty. Ugh, look at his overly-arabian face. It looks like somebody kicked him in the face, when really it is just that nasty inbreeding. And that one, he looks like one to beat a slave until death with that big body. She sighed inwardly and put her ears back submissively. It might be a while before her good conformation and nice attitude caught a master's eyes.
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Post by zoe on Feb 12, 2008 22:42:50 GMT -5
Freyja danced into the Arena. Having just elevated her first ever slave to an Omega position in her herd, she was looking to find a nice, gentle mare to help her with raising a growing herd. She looked around her; all she saw was the same story, as though it was a record on repeat: broken slaves, masters forcing themselves on females, the rebellious ones fighting. It was truly hard to watch.
But after walking in circles for what seemed like forever, the enormous draft caught sight of a promising fae. She appeared aged and wise, but still young enough to bear just a few more foals... and old enough to help younger minxes care for their tykes. She approached Ara at a trot, maned feet causing the ground to shudder beneath her.
"Mare, what is your name?"
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 13, 2008 20:45:36 GMT -5
A large draft mare approached the smaller fae. She looked to the ground respectfully and sighed. Then, the mare spoke in an authoritive tone. Ara replied softly but clearly, "M'am, I am called Aerise, but most call me Ara." A single lock from her forelock flopped in front of one of her eyes. She wasn't a fighter, and tried her hardest not to displease her masters.
Actually, she thought that masters decided if they would live in peace or live in terror after their death. Only the kindest and most obedient slaves could pass into eternal peace. Ara peered around, looking for any signs that could help her see if this was a merciful master or a cruel one. Nothing came up, except that a small black pebble was right next to her hoof. It could mean that the slave wouldn't be squished by her wrath. A good sign, but did she interpret the signal correctly?
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Post by zoe on Feb 13, 2008 20:59:55 GMT -5
Freyja smiled, and tossed her mane. Good. The mare had responded quickly, politely, and respectfully. "Ara? How old are you?"
Freyja liked her looks, but if the mare was over ten or eleven.. no point in taking her. She really, honestly wished the mare would work out - she would be a great influence on the rebellious Cyclone, maybe she would even be able to convince her that Freyja was someone to be liked and respected, not a horrible tyrant to be feared and fought.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 13, 2008 21:14:30 GMT -5
Ugh. Those questions that masters always asked were so boring. She wished that slave were allowed to make conversation with their masters so she could spit out all of that protocol information. The mare longed to curl her lip and snap at the mare, but yet she hadn't been in trouble for so long, and Ara wasn't about to risk it. Soft, rolling words escaped her maw. "Nine years of age, M'am. I'm well trained in raising and training foals, and I've had six of my own among countless that I've raised."
The mare smiled softly, daring to lift her head slightly. It was rude to give master's direct eye contact, and bad luck, too. She avoided the mare's eyes, but relaxed her tense pose slightly.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 16, 2008 13:19:55 GMT -5
-jabs zoe until she posts back-
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Post by zoe on Feb 18, 2008 19:24:57 GMT -5
Ahh. Ara was just what Freyja had expected her to be: a proper midwife. She would do well with her, of course. But she was tired of these docile slaves... she wanted her herd to have a bit of pride, after all.
"Ara, lift up your head. There is no need to hide from me. I'm not about to bite your head off." Freyja lowered her own head to be on eye level with the smaller mare. "Nine years is good and plenty. You would be of value to me... I am just beginning to form my herd. Will you come home with me?" The words were spoken softly, and with much kindness. Freyja wanted Ara to feel as though she truly did have a choice.
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Post by Lugubrious on Feb 19, 2008 19:55:15 GMT -5
Ara slowly lifted her head until her dark orbs almost met the mare's. A soft breath came from her nostrils. Still, her optics avoided the draft mare's. Bad luck was not something that Ara was terrified of. All her life, coincidences were simply, well, too coincidental. Her mother died the day that a raven landed next to her. She was kidnapped the day that she looked her master in the eye. Her new master had bred to her the day she wad kidnapped, right after she had stepped on a black stone. Some might say that she was crazy, but her mind disagreed.
The smaller mare let her voice tremor out in a soft tone. "Yes m'am. If you wish it." Her tones ended just as softly as they had started. She dared to take a step forward, indicating that they should leave. A few thoughts drifted through her mind. Would this master-mare have a stallion that she would use for breeding? Was he nice? What was this mare's name? Her voice did not ring out, she didn't want to make this master angry by her questions.
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Post by zoe on Feb 20, 2008 17:46:33 GMT -5
(you can start a thread in my lands, if you'd like. ^^)
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