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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 20:40:44 GMT -5
I needed You today
Hurricane looked around, nostrals flared. Why had her master dumped her here? Why had he taken her away from her parents? She had never been away from them. They said they would never leave her...but she was a slave. Was it not expected? Had her mother not told her this? She had. So Hurricane was going to have to be strong and remember everything she had heard. Her ears flattened against her cranium and she stopped as she heard a distance howl from the wolves pens. With a slight snort the beautiful Paint continued forward. So much fear..she could smell it in the air. She sighed as she reached the pens and stopped, glancing around.
Who would claim her? How would they treat her? The questions flowed through her mind as her icy blue eyes scanned the area, a slight hint of fear showing in them. So many looked broken..so many looked afraid. But she would have to hold up well. Was her father alright? He had always been so light-hearted. She would have to trust he would be alright. She glanced around once more, auds now perked forward and scanning the area for a sound.
So where did you go?
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Post by solyss on Feb 18, 2008 21:05:26 GMT -5
He was mumbling something under his breath as he made another round of the auction block. Silly that he was here, considering he wasn't even looking for slaves. He was looking for horses, simple as that. You know, creatures who eat grass, have hooves, with a smart brain nestled within a long, sturdy head? All of this slave junk was just mere stupidity. He had a herd to build, not a flock of slaves...and so when he eyes the horses here, he was seeing not slaves, but forlorn, broken horses. Such specimens wouldn't last long within his stronghold.
The thing that bothered him the most, is that he had actually found some slaves that were more than qualified to have a place within his home. It was these overly power hungry males that made him want to go bash some skulls in with his hooves. Sure, he wasn't a gentleman of sorts, he was a sadistic, hot tempered stallion. Bit, when it came to his harem, nothing was more important. His eyes scanned lazily, having been trained to ignore the sickly looking things...His ears perked in interest has his gaze fell upon a mottled mare. Perhaps it was just her coloration that had sparked his thoughts, perhaps she was just another dejected slave...but maybe not.
He approached with his lumbering, easy gait. " Want to get out of this hell hole? " he asked bluntly. It seemed as if his mood had suffered somewhat with a day of walking around this caustic, boring place. He was a picky leader, if you didn't fit within his idea of what he wanted, he wouldn't even bother talking to you. He'd had a sorry creature ask him, ASK him to be allowed into his herd, and all that got the sorry thing was a kick to the side. He showed no mercy, his policy was simple, and if you didn't like it, then that sucks for you. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by raven on Feb 18, 2008 21:38:44 GMT -5
Her gaze swept over to a mare, not to far off. Her head was lowered, and it seemed a stallion was attempting to talk to her. She simply shrunk away in fear. Hurricane snorted slightly. She found it slightly pathetic. Though she knew she was considered a slave, she did not shrink away from her masters in complete fear. No, she had much more self-respect than that. She was not one of those that were jaded and so full of fear that they were bordering insanity. And, as far as the Paint mare was concerned, she never would be.
Her ears twitched as a voice reached them, and her head turned to the side. Her light blue eyes took in the dark colored stallion, and then his question. Blunt, but a question nonetheless. And he was certainly addressing her. She shifted her bay-and-ivory colored body around so that she was facing him, and she calmly inclined her head slightly. Without stalling or wasting any time, she answered. "Yes, sir, I would." Her tail flicked, her blue eyes watching him.
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Post by solyss on Feb 19, 2008 16:54:23 GMT -5
What was with all of these 'slaves' he'd been coming across? You know, the ones who weren't broken down and frazzled into a thousand tiny pieces? Well, perhaps the copper brute was just falling into a bit of luck, because his mind definitely saw things differently. This brute, this cruel, devious stallion, wasn't seen as any sort of 'good guy'...but now, though he was still unchanged in his was of doing things, he'd found that so many stags were so caught up with their narcissistic attributed that they were passing up opportunities that would haunt them in the end...
Her words were respectful, cautious almost, as if he might be one to push her around. It nearly made him laugh to think of the energy these 'masters' wasted on their pathetic little toys...he wondered what kind of weak herd would be comprised of so many worthless beings, so many mouths to feed. His head lowered slightly, eyes searching hers with intensity. " Good then. You can leave this slavery crap here for someone who wants it, and take your own route to my lands, freely of course. " He stated without emotion. " That is, if you will offer me your name so I have something to address you by.." He offered a smirk and waited for her response.
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Post by raven on Feb 20, 2008 19:29:07 GMT -5
Hurricane listened closely, tail swishing slightly as he asked for her name. She nodded her head slightly, glancing around before looking back to him and speaking up. "My name is Hurricane." She said, nodding her head slightly once more. Why she had been bestowed with such a name, she did not know. As far as she was concerned, she didn't cause that much destruction. In fact, she found herself quite calm and 'mellow', if one were to use that word when describing her. But her parents had named her such, and she was not going to start complaining now. Not that she disliked the name, of course. She just wondered at times.
Her icy blue eyes had trailed off once more, staring blankly at nothing while the mare thought. Now her gaze shifted back to the stallion once more as she realized she did not know what to call him, either. The smart idea would be to ask. She thought to herself, nearly smirking but managing not to. "And if you do not mind me asking it of you, what name shall I call you by?" She asked. The Paint mare shifted her weight slightly, lifting her back hoof a bit and continuing to patiently await an answer from the stallion. She was curious about what his answer would be, however. She could only wonder what his name was, so instead of guessing, she waited.
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Post by solyss on Feb 20, 2008 19:50:20 GMT -5
He allowed his devious smirk to flash momentarily across his maw as she offered her name, then ask for his own. Perhaps now his lands would be a bit more...alive. Good stuff for his general newness to the area, it usually took much longer to even consider members, but maybe his expectations had drifted slightly. Anyway, his eyes unmoving from her, he parted his jaw and let loose his reply. " Hurricane...strong name. " he stated evenly, considering if she were perhaps one of quiet power. " You ask for my name dear, and I have none to give. Call must what you want, but I will be there to listen when need be whether I've been addressed by words or through eye contact. "
He shrugged, his not having a name never seemed to be very problematic, he'd never really thought it odd even, it was just him, how he was... My lands are not lush with fresh greens that don't billow with soft breezes, but it can be your home if you do so choose. You are more than capable of finding it on your own if that is your choice, I may or may not be there when you arrive. There is one member waiting there already...she may enjoy the company. " His dial turned toward the general direction of his terrain, then his head nodded slightly to her, signaling she could go ahead if she wanted to. [/font][/blockquote] ( you can make a new post, or join in with the thread that zoe and I are already in. ^.^ ) |
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