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Post by ms on Feb 16, 2008 23:06:06 GMT -5
[glow=blue,5,300]Elu[/glow]
forever taken
Elu slumped against a rock, sighing in miserable memories. How did it come to this again?! Once more he found himself back at the auction field, after maybe two or three days with Freyja. He bit back tears as he wondered what was wrong with him.
Two years, two disgusting, hateful years of pain, and hate. Two years, six masters. He wasn’t even old enough to breed yet and he had had more masters than some mare twice his age! What the hell was wrong with him?! He was obedient, he didn’t fight, he was young so he could learn anything. Yet no one wanted the submissive colt. He wasn’t good as a slave; he was good as a punching bag. Maybe that was his lot in life? That’s it; he’ll advertise himself as a stress-beater.
Angry at someone? Mare won’t break? Get Elu, beat him black and blue, tear at him and destroy him. That’s all he’s good for. Sighing again, Elu tapped his head against the rock. He’d give anything to be useful…
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Post by pandora on Feb 17, 2008 4:26:58 GMT -5
Like a hungry savage wolf, he prowled around the awaiting slaves just as every other master did, occasionally having to snap at another to warn them of his personal space. This was the order in how it went for Grimani: Nip, bite, kick, fight and death. In that order precisely, so the nips were little reminders of what could follow if other equines didn't back off and leave him be. With a flick of his lavishing tail, the hellion communicated to those around him his frustration, though as what, no one could really tell. Grimani had fits of temper frequently and for no good reason, most just preyed not to be around when he was, or at least none of them dared disobey or speak to him.
The method might have been foolish in anothers eyes, but Grimani rarely every did anything, or chose slaves for that matter, by logic. He was just walking around, passing pretty little fillies that might have pleased him, waiting to see which would truly stumble across his desire. It surprised others, especially the young mares themselves, when he wandered past without even a second glance, they meant nothing to him after all.
To even his surprise, the animal he felt his gaze settling on, was that of a black quarter horse colt slumped against a rock. In all his stature and height, Grimani was a threatening and intimidating beast, but he paused, standing still for a moment as he contemplated this colt, wondering what good he would be. If he were relentlessly submissive then perhaps he would be useful at guarding him whilst he slept, mares were always far more likely to turn on you. With slow, deliberate steps, he paced over to the little animal, his entire form raised as always to indicate his strength.
"Colt." Spat the hellion, the harsh tone an indication for the small thing to at least look up at him, if not get up and answer. He didn't know what drew him to the colt, only that he expected complete obedience of him, and would certainly retrain him to have self respect if he claimed him. |
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Post by ms on Feb 17, 2008 19:29:22 GMT -5
[glow=blue,5,300]Elu[/glow]
forever taken
Elu looked up as he was yelled at, which wasn’t a surprise. He found a big horse looking down at him, standing as daunting as possible and demanding his attention. Elu didn’t care anymore. Though it was true that deeply he was frightened. But now, he just didn’t care if he was afraid or not. He had gone all through life being afraid, all through constant fear that probably shaved his life down by five years. There was just no point in showing it anymore… it didn’t get him any better treatment, so who cared?
Heaving himself off the rock, he made his way over to the brute and bowed his head. He was obedient, that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, however.
“You called for me, sir?”
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Post by pandora on Feb 18, 2008 7:34:50 GMT -5
The impatience started to build within him as he watched the colt drag himself from the rock that he had been laying on, and came over to him. Grimani snorted, showing his impatience as he viewed the colt whom he had a secret interest in, though he wouldn't relent on the quiet submission he expected from him. He doubted that the lack of fear on his features was genuine, stags were one way or the other. They were either frightened of fiesty, and this colt seemed on the outside to be neither, but he was most likely frightened.
"What is your name colt?" His tone was less savage than before, but it indicated that he desired to be answered, and was being to the point. As he stood there though, he let his gaze wander over the younger stags form, seeing all the scars where he had obviously been beaten upon. So his use in life was that of a punch bag? Though, it was evidence at least that he submitted, or perhaps it meant that he got himself into fights a lot?
In time they would heal up though and disappear, they ruined his coat and made him seem duller and less interesting than he probably was. Another snort sounded from his nares as he stood there, aware of the presence of other horses around them. |
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Post by ms on Feb 18, 2008 13:05:25 GMT -5
[glow=blue,5,300]Elu[/glow]
forever taken
“Elu.” Short answer, but it was to the point. That’s what was wanted in this world. Give what you were asked for, no more, no less. He kept his eyes low, on the ground. That had never changed; always looking at the ground. That was one thing he had learned from his old masters. And most masters were the same. They were higher than you, make sure you know that.
The slave waited for the stag to decide whether he was going to take the colt or not. He wouldn’t be surprised either way, but it was still a waiting game. It always was. This master seemed to be a little harsher than his last one. That, too, wasn’t surprising. He didn’t think he’d find another that was as nice as her. But they weren’t matched as master and slave, so he had to deal.
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Post by pandora on Feb 22, 2008 6:13:38 GMT -5
The large and silent stag thought over the little colts answer as if it meant much to him, which it didn’t, but he thought on it nonetheless. The submission and complete lack of challenge pleased him, but then again it was what you expected in most. Unless they were insane or fool hardy, the majority of them knew their place and kept quiet in the presence of masters. That being said, he could hear a few standing not far from them, trying to start a fight with their prospective ‘owners’.
Snorting, he circled the young colt before him, looking over his appearance, aware that he was no where near as tall as himself, but still, he could look better. He could imagine Valentine, his current and only slave at the moment, taking a shine to this young colt, perhaps he would pull at her maternal side. Though how she had been acting lately...he couldn't quite tell. Lost in his thoughts for a few moments, he took a little while to say anything further, though eventually he said something. "Come with me then." He said bluntly to the colt, his words not as scalding or as harsh as before, but to the point, he was not asking, he was telling.
ooc: Do you want me to post back at Grimani's territory? Oh and very sorry for the long delay in posting!  |
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Post by † Kadaver † on Mar 3, 2008 10:59:16 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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