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Post by zoe on Feb 14, 2008 16:45:58 GMT -5
Valentine♥ [/size][/font][/right] She sighed. It was hard to be here again, only a moon since the last time she came by. Lately, masters had been abandoning the poor mare left and right. Val didn't do anything wrong, or at least she didn't think she did. It was difficult to understand the ways of brutes, though she tried as best she could.
Valentine flicked her tail calmly, watching the Masters weave in and out of the dejected slaves, like some kind of perverted dance. It was, in a way. The slave trade was like a square dance: trade off, dance, trade off again, swing your partner, and repeat. She smiled. Oh, how lovely! Watch that pretty filly flirt with that lovely master. Young love is so beautiful. What Val's innocent eyes could not see was the desperate air to the fae's actions, and the crude lust in the lord's orbs - the romantic could see nothing but happiness in any situation. One day, it would surely be her downfall.
Valentine lowered her head respectfully, watching from under her cream forelock as the Masters passed her by, one by one by one.
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Post by pandora on Feb 15, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
To think that his mother had once been here before the master that had claimed her and bred him had been around. Though he felt no compassion towards the thought, it was something to ponder over nevertheless, something to muse over as he wandered along the outer edges of the pen, looking at the small and large creatures alike that were inside, all waiting to be claimed by someone. He didn't want some pretty little filly who would throw herself at him, or challenge him for power all the time, he wanted a mare that was older, less challenging, and closer to his own age.
As he prowled among the many, his orbs caught the sight of Valentine in all her trusting innocence, perhaps catching his taste as well. From beneath his curtain of black waves, he watched her, deciding in moments that he would have her as his first slave. Elegantly he wandered over to the mare, head and tail lifted high, a show of his young and inexperienced ego, though it did make him look beautiful. "What is your name fae?" He asked darkly, his evil voice coated in velvet, that silken tongue of his deceptively charming and soft. |
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Post by zoe on Feb 15, 2008 21:49:48 GMT -5
Valentine♥ [/size][/font][/right] Valentine peered upward, trying to distinguish the large equine that stood before her. She let out a tiny, inaudible gasp as she saw his towering size and powerful musculature: the hellion was black as night, and huge. Probably mean... Val thought with a sigh. Just what I need. Not. Can't someone be kind for a change?
"Valentine, Master, sir." She stated demurely, head down, tail down, ears down. The very image of submission. |
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Post by pandora on Feb 16, 2008 5:20:58 GMT -5
His gaze was calm, almost amazingly patient as she lifted her vissage to take a look at him, every signal about him gave off dominance as he stood there, but then again, it also meant protection. Her gasp, though inaudible, amused him terribly, in his eyes, that was a good start for her. It amazed even him that he towered over some of the other masters, who were not all possessive stags like himself, some were huntressses of noble power, they were the only ones that he might leave. The ‘sir’ provoked a miniscule hint of irritation within him, perhaps he would tell her to drop it in future, but for the moment he let it go, deciding to see whether it actually annoyed him to that degree.
His dark eyes were covered and hidden by his silken threads, causing others to be unable to read any emotions that the dark brute may divulge, leaving only the rest of his form for one to 'read'. Though at first, being the control freak that he was, he desired submission in a slave, he would soon teach her to stand tall and reveal her beauty to others. No femme nor brute looked pleasing when they stood with their head and tail down, almost as if frightened to breathe the very air they needed to survive.
"Valentine..." He murmured the name softly under his breath, thinking on what he intended on for a moment or so. "Answer me this, how would you act towards a master?" His voice came across as that of the perfect gentleman, and yet he was very obviously not. Her answer was not crucial to him, it was just one among many that he could ask, though he had already decided that it was most likely he would claim this mare and take her back to his land with him. |
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Post by zoe on Feb 16, 2008 8:42:57 GMT -5
Valentine♥ [/size][/font][/right] But Valentine's answer was crucial to her. It could mean the difference between life and death, happiness and horror, comfort and pain. She considered all the little nuances of the simple query, all the possible meanings and possible replies. Val wanted only to please the behemoth before her, and it was an intricate game to figure out how.
"Master, sire, I would be docile and submissive. I would be obedient, and always do as my Master asked or told me to do. I would anticipate my Master's wishes, and try to fulfill them before he even had to ask." She raised her cranium, looking at his chest instead of his face, but it was only a slight improvement on her previous posture. She still hadn't determined the brute's stance towards slaves, and until she did, she would do nothing to arouse his fury. |
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Post by pandora on Feb 16, 2008 15:44:22 GMT -5
It was virtually guaranteed that unless provoked into a fit of anger by another, he was a neutral or even 'affectionate' master. But he would not tell this little fae otherwise, he wanted to see what she would say, put with a question that in her mind, might dramatically change her fate. The fact that she thought about her words was an answer in itself, one that he liked, that she did not blunder into decisions, and would not jeopardize the safety of himself or his herd.
His auds flicked forward sedately as he stood there, awaiting her well thought out answer, thinking that he would prefer more mares to keep to himself than other stallions. Perhaps he would breed from Valentine, he was not quite sure, but it was not the first thing on his mind as he stood there, silent and scary. "Then, dear Valentine, I wish for you to come back to my land with me." Grimani told her plainly with a snort, his words plain but simple as he spoke them, revealing his visage to her with a flick, moving his dastardly curtain from his eyes. |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 3, 2008 10:58:40 GMT -5
//Archiving this, I don't know if you're done or not. If not, PM me and I'll retrieve it.\\
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