You've gotta get through it.... ( OpEn )

[janoah]

"And maybe times when you're on your own

and you're unsure what all the fight was for,

there maybe times when you're all alone

and the road ahead seems so long."

Noise. Smells. Sights. All were boisterous and overpowering to one's senses. Noise was everywhere, and it felt like you couldn't get one word in otherwise. Smells were a variety, from stallions and mares to wolves, sweat, grim, blood and worse. Sights were nonstop, everything was moving and busy as a bee. There were few exceptions for any of the three listed above.

Diving down into this ruckus head first, and swerving to your left and then right- you'd pass small pens, in which were mares and stallions confined to the small quarters; you'd pass Masters greedily looking over a slave in such a fashion you had to look away; you'd pass a multitude of Masters looking over one slave as it danced around the pen, flaunting small traits that might catch ones eye; you'd pass a slave being led out of a pen and following after one of the more kinder Masters, or you'd pass a slave being dragged by the neck, by their new Master. All those different things aside, having dived down head first and taken a left then a right, then passed the familiar scenes of the Auction Rock- you'd come to a pen which held an absolutely filthy mare, that might not catch many eyes, being companied by a regal looking stallion that seemed bored and wanted to hurt some small creature while he was at it.

Poor creature, that was the mare, stood with her head low and her back humped against the biting cold of winter. Above, black clouds threatened to release a wondrous flurry of white dancing flakes, if not a miserable play of wet snow that was sleet, if not freezing rain. Returning to the characters on stage, the stallion remained squared in his presence and ever-regal, compared to his companion- the mare. Zebra Dun, for that was the thug's color scheme, thrust his head over the side of the pen and snapped viciously at the mare, realizing her stature, and hissed, "Smarten up, Pidgin’!" Mare felt the sharp click of teeth and jerked her head up high, ears flickering about, as if coming out of a daze. "I want you gone, so look spiffy!"

Spiffy. Something that was hard for the mare to do. Her physique was skinny, but not from poor nutrition or such, it was just her way, and held a small abundance of muscles which kept her from falling in the mud. Crystal blue eyes looked about fearfully, unsure of where she was and what was to become of her, seeing as Besrelle, as that was the stallion's name, wanted her gone. Skinny build was plastered with built up filth and mud, topped with a crusty layer of snow, all of this hiding her own color scheme with ease and practiced skill. Forelock lay stiff over one blue eye, and she dipped her head and whuffled at the stallion, only wanting answers, though not knowing how to ask. Stallion's eye was caught and he snapped at her again, "You mute, worthless mule! Since you can't speak on your behalf, I will."

Appy snorted and pulled back from the expected snap, blood was thick and slow, and she didn't move fast enough and lost a pinch of hair in the while. Figuring to herself that she would think clearer if she got her blood moving, she went as fast as she could in the little pen, a stiff legged trot that got more fluid and easy going once several and more times around had happened. Crusty layer of snow was loosened and a piece of it toppled over and fell, merging with the frosty ground below, revealing a patch of spotted hide, slick with moisture. In her own world, the mare dreamily shut her eyes and nearly tripped and caused harm to herself when the side of the pen did not give way to her weight.

Snorting and startled, more snow gave way and brought out a dashing color of creamy caramel dun and a large white cap that covered her rump, back, belly and sides, just stopping at shoulders in splotches and blotches. Fearful blue eyes quickly cast themselves towards Besrelle, stallion was fuming and white plumes of vapor left from nostrils. Ears pinned and he seethed at the mare, making no forward move to discipline her in any way. "Who ever gets you in the end, I hope they know what they're in for. A mute mare, who can't keep her mind straight from fantasy. So long, Pidge." With that, and a wave of his dark tail, the Zebra Dun moved off into the bustling crowd, leaving his words and a short description of the Slave, he left behind, weighing on any open ears nearby.

Pidge. A name that the mare had earned herself for catching Besrelle's eye, his definition had been: a young, usually attractive, girl. Having been manipulated, boxed, violated, and worse, she doubted she held up the definition. Yet, Besrelle had kept using it so she eventually took it up for her name. Pidge she was, and Monserrat she forgot. Monserrat being her name at birth, and Pidge becoming her second. Presently, Pidge looked miserably around her, staring helplessly at the crowd around her as they stared back at her. She shivered in the cold and took once last glance at where her Master had once been, he was long gone and never to be seen again. She whuffled sadly, and then took up a slow stiff legged walk around her pen, eyes downcast and head kept low, unaware of interested stares she got or not.


Word Count: 1010 ( wow. xD that's my longest ever. )

[stage53]

Ursula


Ursula watched as a master yelled at a slave. She hated this place, she really did! Her body winced as the master hit the slave. Before she knew it, she took off. Rebelling? She thought not. Thank goodness, he left her alone. Ursula made her way over to the pen. Stopping before it she read a sign. " Mare-Slave-Mute." Mute?She can't speak? How terrible. Ursula opened the gate and walked in. "Hello. How about coming home with me today? You can be my right hand mare, since you'd be the only mare in my pack. We'll just have to deal with those stallions no?" She let out a laugh. She wasn't sure how the slave would answer her, but she wanted to know now. Just wait and see.

OOC: School stole my time, but I'm back now. Next post will be longer, just hard to post with a horse you don't know/hasn't spoke to you lol

[janoah]

Stiff legged walk carried the mare around the pen several times, each time she stopped in one corner and peered out into the crowd. Wondering if Besrelle had been only kidding, and he'd come back as cocky as ever and they'd leave this horrible place back to his small spit of land. Only-- the stallion did not come back. Ears pinned sadly, but they soon flickered forward as she listened to the ruckus all around her. Spotted hide working spasmodically to clear away all the cold snow, and keep her warm. Pidge then continued her pointless walking, and nearly found herself walking out of the pen and into a fine boned mare.

Snort expressed itself in surprise, and hooves worked to find traction, and they succeed in letting the mare retreat further into the pen and from bumping into the new mare. Head lowered, ears pinned and eyes lowered themselves to the ground at her feet. Awaiting some harsh words, or a disciplining nip, as she had often received from Besrelle. Ears, were then graced with the voice from the mare instead, and it wasn't full of hatred nor rudeness, it ended with a laugh.

"Hello. How about coming home with me today? You can be my right hand mare, since you'd be the only mare in my pack. We'll just have to deal with those stallions, no?"

Pidge lifted her head, ears all a flicker as she listened. Coming home? Right hand mare? Pack? Words whirled around, and the gist of it was received in a light-bulb moment. She'd leave this god awful place and go with the flea bitten gray. Eyes widened and she took a step forward, rubbery lips whuffling and throat working to come up with something. Something that would only be described as a bleat, came up instead of the intended words, and head once again lowered. Though crystal blue eyes did not leave the flea bitten color scheme of the mare.

Appy was shocked, and surprised and more than willing to go with the strange, unknown mare. For there had been an offer to leave the noisiness behind, right where she was now. In a pen. Clean-shaven white face raised slowly, but soon she had it higher than she had had it that day. Ears pricked forward, and head nodding gently. Oblivious as to what would happen once she left with the mare-- if the mare decided to take her, for whatever reason. Sodden hide rippling and caused another handful of snow to fall with a dull thud!.


OOC;; Understandable, sorry if I rushed you.

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[stage53]

Done =D

[»Ιmαgε]

No Pun Intended
^{Hold it. I don't give in that easily.}

<sup>The blackness flew like a cursed raven, galloped like a true racehorse. Sweeping into the scene, Intend made his appearance apparent. His stature was regal, his pose held nobly; and for good reason. The brute was nearing his third year in life--almost, to him, a stallion's life. King would soon retire the land to him, and then he could do whatever he pleased. The thought almost always entertained him, and, with a few more mares, the set would be complete. He was already challenging Natas for a stunning white mare; who was to say he couldn't win this one as well?

His lyrics played well as he spoke, a true charm for the ladies. Still, he'd never seen this master before--if she was to be referred to as such--and he doubted her skills. Being raised as the one heir to Avience had made the brute cocky and full of himself, even if he was a bit novice. He would learn. King had and was still teaching the youngster and Intend's skills had played to his advantage so far. His smaller size usually made opponents think of him as weak, while his hard draft muscles that loved to cause pain said otherwise. The star and sock of his left front was a bit deceiving though, he was neither playful or nice to other horses outside his harem; other males were certainly a no. Still, he didn't mind the colts, as he had taken rather affectionately to Shadow Glass, his lead mare's son out of another stud. The onyx brute had felt pity for the little bugger. King had taken him in, no? True, but Intend knew nothing of his real father's presence so I'll save that story for another time.

"Why hello, ladies."

His attention immediately slanted toward the master, his lips pursed in a rather demanding attitude, threatening with a nip if he wasn't obeyed. She was a female yes, but she had taken the road of a master and he'd happily give out wounds if the need be.

"I'll be taking her with me today, Mrs..?"

His vocals cut off, waiting ever so patiently for her name. This was a rare moment, this patience, but rest assured Intend wouldn't let it last long.</sup>

[stage53]

Ursula


It seemed like this horse did want to come back with her. If she didn't, hopefully that would change. A smile grew across her face, and she began to walk. Unfortanuetly a idiot stag came. He appeared to think he was all that. That he could do what he wanted. Ursula snorted as he gave her no option of taking this mare. Then he had enough never to ask who she was! "I am sorry, but I do believe I had her first. So for that matter she will be leaving with me and only me." She paused, " I am Ursula ruler of Canna. Now what is your calling?" She had this mare first. There for it was her's. Although she hated violence if it came down to it, and the slave wanted to go with her she would defend her. If she wished to leave so be it.

That was her not Ursula's. This slave had been offered a high ranking in a herd, or a lowly slave position with him. Just by the looks of him, it seemed he enjoyed slaves and slavery. "Tell you what, let her pick." Her head tilted toward the mare. "Who ever she picks is who she goes home with. Now she can't talk so she'll simply walk over to who she likes better. And no persuading what so ever." Ursula glared and then turned away from the stag and toward the slave. "Okay, go ahead and pick. Choose wisely." A smile wiped across her face, as she encouraged the mare to move. This would be the moment that changed everything. But she had no doubt if she was picked, their would be a problem. He would most likely throw a fit and challenge her. But atleast she would know the she was to defend the slave. If she lost, okay no hard feelings. Go.

[janoah]

My turn? -confuzzled-

[stage53]

No, Immy's turn. XD lol

[»Ιmαgε]

No Pun Intended
^{Oh, I'll humor you 'till she picks wrong.}

<sub>"I am sorry, but I do believe I had her first. So for that matter she will be leaving with me and only me."

Intend was dumbfounded. This little scrawny mare challenge him? Pfft. As if she stood a chance!

"I am Ursula ruler of Canna. Now what is your calling?"

The sooty stallion quickly replied with a smart comment, his lyrics following their usual suit with the ladies. He didn't care if whats-her-face wanted this mare or not. Intend had already decided she'd be leaving with him, and that would be that.

"Formally put, M'lady, my name is No Pun Intended Heir to Avience. I'd prefer Intend though. As for the future of this mare, I will give you one more chance, 'Master'."

The stallion slurred the 'master' part in a rude way, his emotions clearly showing his desire to tell her she wasn't fit to be anything close to master material. Picking up his lean bodice, Intend made his way closer to the mute mare, his optics watching her constantly. He gave her a close scrutiny before his thoughts were once again interrupted by Ursula's dragging voice.

"Tell you what, let her pick. Who ever she picks is who she goes home with. Now she can't talk so she'll simply walk over to who she likes better. And no persuading what so ever."

"Mmm, a guessing game, eh? Oh why not. I'll humor you all."

Intend bared his pearly whites, pulling up his form in a more heir-looking position to await the mare's choice. The sunlight hit his pelt elegantly as he stood, making him look like a true master in prime. Even if the mute chooses Ursula, I'll just challenge that little angel and teach her a lesson she'll never forget. . . The inked stalli's thoughts floated in his head and he chuckled before listening to Ursula's last comments.

"Okay, go ahead and pick. Choose wisely."

"Yes, mare. Choose wisely."

Shooting the mute a look that portrayed all his feelings in one glance, he sparkled. He'd thrown the slave a look of confident courage, a horse with a large ego, and a silly face of mockery towards Ursula. The baron sighed aloud, a clear reminder that he wouldn't hesitate to run into battle. With Natas abandoning his challenge, Intend had been overly bored lately and figured a good fight would make him feel better. Oh yeah. And pump up his overly large ego.</sub>

ooc- Sorry I took so long. It's horrible too, so just kinda. . ignore it. The next shall be better. xDD[/sub]

[janoah]

Pidge

Pidge blinked in dumb shock as a young hot-blooded stallion came parading into the picture, something that hadn't been expected to happen by the slave, including the flea-bitten mare.

"Why hello, ladies."

Shivering from the expected cold of winter, decorative mare blew out softly, and pinned her ears as the Master's started to talk to one another.

"I'll be taking her with me today, Mrs..?"

"I am sorry, but I do believe I had her first. So for that matter she will be leaving with me and only me."

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A small, brief pause before they started talking again and Pidge found herself not somebody others would argue over to possess. Confused and still in shock she remained standing not too far behind the mare, seeing as she had only just begun to follow her out of the pen and off into the promised stature of- right hand mare.

"I am Ursula ruler of Canna. Now what is your calling?"

"Formally put, M'lady, my name is No Pun Intended Heir to Avience. I'd prefer Intend though. As for the future of this mare, I will give you one more chance, 'Master'."[/center][/color]
Appaloosa snorted and jerked her head a little higher, ears revolving forward as the young hellion had come forward unknowingly with the stealth of a shadow, peering at her critically. Blue eyes risked a brief flicker upward and caught sight of his face, a small bright star dared show on his inky hide. Like a promising sign of some sort, if she weren't mistaken. Eyes returned to the muddied ground, and ears glued themselves down yet again only to prick to attention when they spoke of her choosing between the two of them.

"Tell you what, let her pick. Who ever she picks is who she goes home with. Now she can't talk so she'll simply walk over to who she likes better. And no persuading what so ever."

"Mmm, a guessing game, eh? Oh why not. I'll humor you all."

"Okay, go ahead and pick. Choose wisely."

"Yes, mare. Choose wisely."[/i][/center][/color]
Just then, Pidge felt a huge load of pressure land on her. Unconsciously her head lowered an inch or two in silent defeat. When in her entire life had she been given a choice? Never. She more or less did what someone told her to do, no questions asked. It was like some sort of rule that she had made herself follow all of her years of life. A four year old rule. How could you suddenly be given the split second time to make your very own decision?

Head raised itself to it's normal height, as if she had gain determination and some confidence. She hadn't. It was to get a better look at the Masters which stood not too far from once another. The mare, now known as Ursula, was giving her an encouraging smile. She seemed nice, level headed and caring toward slaves. The stallion, known as Intend, seemed like a Master bred and born, knew his place in the world and how to make people realize it, and respect it too. At least, some people.

Appy blew out softly again, lowered her gaze and then raised it. Catching sight of Ursula's encouraging smile and then Intend's fully confident look. In no way did she wish there to be a brawl about her, she dare not think about it. Even with the mare being more aged than the stallion, or at least it looked that way. Though, she knew stallions for their brutal behavior and their thoughts toward slaves and mares. She had never known a mare to be her own Master, this was something new and brilliant. About to finally make her decision, mare slipped forward as a dull brown stallion bumped into her, as he was nipped at by flashy Palomino Master sauntering after the slave at a quick fox-trot.

Bump had caused her to take a few steps to righten herself and had caused her to end up almost beside the Heir of Avience. She blew out gruffly, caught off guard by the bump, though another softer breath was let out as she took a few steps and found herself properly stanced alongside the stallion. Blanched head was held at a much lower height, seeing as she was only a bit taller than he was; ears pinned but at the ready for any commands, and eyes alert yet hooded and dull.

Pidge hadn't wanted the mare to get the bad end of the stick in a tussle for the rights to ownership of herself, thus she had taken it for herself to have. As well as she believed in signs, whether or not they were wrong or right. The star she had seen at a chance in the beginning, then the slave that had bumped her toward the young hellion. It all seemed to fit in the slave's mind, whether or not it seemed insane or sane to an onlooker, it was what she had decided- if it hadn't already been decided for her.[/color][/blockquote]
OOC;; I'd like to keep Pidge as a slave, instead of being free or treated as an equal to others in the herd.[/blockquote][/size]

[»Ιmαgε]

I'll wait for Stage to post.

And if Pidge gets into my herd, Intend will probably keep her as a slave.

[stage53]

Ursula

Ursula watched attentively at what was going on. It was so stressful and full of anxiety. She tried to help ease that by smiling at the mare. She had a hard decision to make, and it wouldn't help her if Ursula was eying her up. In fact that would make it worse and she wasn't one to do that. Apparently the slave wasn't sure who to pick and was thinking it over. No one could tell really where this was going. But Ursula expected a fight if the idiot stallion loss.

Not that it was his fault he was a idiot, he's just young. Ursula shifted her body weight as she stood in the cold. How she wished to return home as soon as possible. Home was such a nice place. Quickly looking up the slave moved. She was walking in a line straight between both masters. Along came two other horses and the next she knew, the slave was with Intended. Did they push her there? Or did she choose? Watching further more, she never walked away. So that meant she picked Intended no?

A smile perched across her face. "I see she picked you. Treat her well, or I shall have some thing to say about it!" With that she walked over to the slave and whispered, "If you ever need help, a new home I'll be here. Just make it to Cannaa or send some one for help." And with that she made her way towards the gate. Opening it she began to leave Auction Rock. No hard feelings what so ever. Her choice was her choice, and he did what he needed to do. Ursula perked her ears up as she thought about home.

[»Ιmαgε]

I'll start a thread in Avience later today.