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Post by Action on Feb 17, 2008 14:08:08 GMT -5
Dusty had arrived. His past master's shadow disapeared into the distance. He was one of only a few male slaves. He knew he would be valuble, but he was useless to most masters. That was why he was here again. His dark brown hoof touched the ground with a loud clomp. He did not care about slavery. He did not care about anything anymore. He wanted it to be night. He loved the night. It was the stars that helped him. His mother had left him in the daylight, so he did not like the day. The night was the thing that kept him going. It reminded him of his dear mother. She was sweet and many stallions wanted her as a mate, but she had promised herself to his father. He never knew his father and he did not care. He liked being with his mother all the time. It was nice.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 17, 2008 19:10:29 GMT -5
Gypsy Dream clopped over to the stallion. She stood up to the stallion and showed that she was in authority. He seemed muscular enough to do her bidding. "Slave. Name. Age. Now." She ordered, her tail sweeping across the dirt. Her stature gave no sense of cruelty, but that was all mistaken. She was hardcore and cruel to all, nobody could get in her way. She inspected the stallion. He seemed to not care for anything. Good. His feelings won't be able to get in the way now, seeing as he has none.
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Post by Action on Feb 17, 2008 19:15:24 GMT -5
Dusty was doing his regular dreaming when a mare clopped over to him and ast a rude question, though he did not care one bit and he knew by her tone that he needed to respond very quickly or he would get beaten. "My name is Dusty Field, or Dusty as you please. I am 5 years old, M'lady." Dusty did not like this mare, but he did not care one bit. He just went on looking at the sky.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 17, 2008 19:21:02 GMT -5
Gypsy could definitely tell she did not appeal to him. Oh well, it didn't matter to her. "Dusty. It sounds like a pet name." She smirked. "Who was your last master and how were you treated?" She asked, although in a horrid tone. "And what were you obligated to do with your last master?" Those questions really didn't matter. What she really wanted to know was how strong he was and how much she would be able to push him around without him trying to run away. Those who tried to run away from her died, and that was actually something she enjoyed doing if they misbehaved. Her hackles raised a bit, but silenced them so he could speak.
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Post by Action on Feb 17, 2008 19:27:06 GMT -5
"My last master was a regular master. He was cruel and I was beaten often. I was obligated to pull around a 1,000 lb block all day, M'lady." Dusty did not care what this mare thought about him. He just wanted to see his mother. He did not care about the world. He did not care about anything or anyone around him, but he knew he would be beat a lot and often.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 17, 2008 19:30:58 GMT -5
"Perfect, then you shall be used to the way I will treat you. Follow me." Gypsy ordered and turned in the other direction. She made sure her body language showed that this stallion was hers and no one would be able to take him. If they tried, they would be long gone. "If you behave, I won't beat you. How do you usually behave? Like those hard skulled slaves who try to run away, and then get beat to death in the end?"
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Post by Action on Feb 17, 2008 19:33:54 GMT -5
Dusty got up and quickly fallowed his new master. He did not like it, but he did not want to be beat. He tried to stay behind her, but match her pace. He lowered his head. "I do not run. I do not care how I am treated. I do not care about slavery. I do not care about anything now." He quickly shut his mouth. He had said more than enough and he knew he would be beat for it.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 17, 2008 20:12:59 GMT -5
"Good!" Gypsy Dream praised. She liked this about him. Making it much easier. "So tell me, anything else about you I should know about?" She asked casually. He was interesting, but that would not stop her from beating him a thousand times. "I don't beat for the pleasure of it, that slows my slaves down. I always have a reason for it. As long as you behave, you won't be hurt. For the most part." She snickered and grinned evilly.
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Post by Action on Feb 17, 2008 20:45:11 GMT -5
"There is not much that anyone wants to know about me except that I like the night. I watch the stars and they give me answers to all my problems." Dusty Fields put his head down again with a sigh. He wished it was the night. He was the most comfortable then. That was the time that he could relax. He did not like the message that Gypsy was giving him. He really did not care. He only cared about the stars.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 18, 2008 13:36:15 GMT -5
"Hm... Fair enough. I can grant you that. As long as you get your work done first, otherwise you will be too weak from your beating to even enjoy the beauty of it." Gypsy hackled, he was perfect for her life style. "Slave, tell me your story." She ordered. She really didn't care, but it would pass the time. He must have had a dark past. Most slaves cared about something.
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Post by Action on Feb 18, 2008 16:30:55 GMT -5
"Thank you M'lady." Dust did not care one bit about what Gypsy thought about him. "I was born with my mother. My father did not care about me and I did not care about him. I enjoyed my life with my mother. One day, my father came and took her. She told me that when I am lonely, I am to look at the stars and remember her. I have beleived that it is my father that killed her, but I am not to be sure, M'lady."
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 19, 2008 16:17:03 GMT -5
Gypsy inhaled the nice gesture. She liked those, but never had she once given one. "Interesting life story. But, are you sure she was killed at all? If you never saw her again, she could possibly be alive. Unless your positive because of an eye witness. It just seems obsurd to assume things like that. Especially if you don't know whether your father killed her or not. If she ever was killed." She did not enjoy being this nice, so she added "But don't get your hopes up, kid. By now, she's rottin.' Whether she was murdered or not."
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Post by Action on Feb 21, 2008 7:26:26 GMT -5
Dust lowered his dark grey head. "I am to think she was killed. My father never spent time with my mother, other than to have me. I never met him. Never saw him, until he came and took my mother away. She told me that that was my father, since I had never seen him, and she told me to never go back near my fathers herd, and then she told me to run. As far as I could. As quickly as I could and to not look back. But, I disobayed her and I looked back. I saw her on the ground, and my father gone. I did not know what to think. That is why I think she was murdered by my father, M'lady." Dust did not enjoy thinking about his mother or especially, his father. He had so many dark memories. He disliked his father very much and hoped never to run into him.
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Post by tori1996 on Feb 22, 2008 9:34:56 GMT -5
"At that moment, you should have disobeyed again. You should have went to see if she was alive. You could have saved her, you know." Gypsy Dream answered in a harsh tone. Still, what did she care? She did not. This was only a pass time. Again and again she kept saying that to herself, but his life was so interesting. "Any mares?" She asked. This was not something important either, but she was curious.
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Post by Action on Feb 22, 2008 9:43:01 GMT -5
"And that is why I feel guilty. That is why I feel bad about my mother's death. I know it was my fault. I know that it is all my fault." Dust looked away. Tears welled in the back of his eyes, but he would not let them out. "No, M'lady." Dust felt the questions prodding at him like arrows. It was uncomfortable, but he knew it was his duty to respond to them all. Like it or not.
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