You can't take me, I'm free.

[morgee]

>> Jaw clenched. Spitting wildly. Ears pinned. Unhappy? One could certainly say yes. He paced uneasily through the pen that he was jarred into with a metal rod and a man with heavy hands. He was difficult, indeed. He knew that. No one said he had to play nice. He sneered peering about in a inquisitive manner. The sun was high in the sky the frigid temperature playing with the heat that the sun brought. It was a different environment, but it didn't sway his ignorant attitude one bit.

"D'amn you father. Giving me the worst life of them all."

>> He clenched his jaw even tighter, it creaked in detest. He spun around, looking for an escape. None. He groaned, and hung his head low. He peered quickly to the top of the iron bars that held him in. They weren't too high, but high enough to prevent the rebels like himself an easy escape. Such a cunning stallion - but he was sworn to the doom of being a slave. What a pity.

>> He was handsome, clean for being so wild. The only point to any insanity in this brute was the wild craze in his eyes, the way they were constantly calculating and surveying. He wanted freedom. That was his goal. Somehow to beat the system of slavery and forget the life he left behind. It was a lost cause, no use. He sneered, and threw his hind hooves in the air in a heated frenzy. The cage creaked and moaned - meanwhile a smirk grew upon his lips.

>> With a loud crash, he was off in a dash. The metal that consumed him fell to the ground with a clatter. His limbs extended, hooves dug into the ground beneath him. He smirked, turning his head to the scene of the crime as he ran. He slowed to a paced walk, bobbing his head and snorting impatiently. He looked around, groaning.

"Oh please. There has to be something to do around her."

>> He walked aimlessly, thoughts traveling at about a thousand miles per hour. He watched the courtship in extreme detest. His ears pinned, and he huffed and puffed. Complaining was going to get him nowhere, obviously. He watched, boredom rattled his bones in displeasure. Uhg, this was going to be a long day.

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[Pink Rose]

Captain

Captain paced. He paced and paced. He watched the auction rock, stalling. Stalking. He wanted a slave, a male. To win him things, and to breed with his mare. He wanted a heir, but for his queen. He didn't have a queen yet, so... he would just use a differant stallion. Captain watched a brute with interest. That was the one he wanted. He smirked and raised his eyebrows, coming up to him. He smiled. This horse was just like him! He should free this slave, but... he would have to work for it. He raised his head high and grinned. This brujo would do fine, but for right now, he would browse the other slaves. He walked away, looking maybe for a mare. Of course, all of them were too skinny, and well... ugly. Shaking his mane he turned to look back at the brute who was still in the same pen.

"What is your calling, sir? I like you... your attitude." Captain smiled wickedly and opened the gate. He had already decided to take him. Whether te brujo liked it or not. Of course, he would have to work for his freedom. Like, maybe racing or something. Maybe a show. A jumping show or something. He looked like he would be able to jump, no? And my, he was handsome. Good enough to show him off, eh? Captain raised his eyebrows, waiting for the stallion's response. He was bigger then Captain, but Captain would over-power him.

[morgee]

>> He wasn't a show, nor a circus act. And he hated the fact of being watched like one. Many eyes were on him, and he felt uneasy beneath their glares. He twisted and turned in his confinement, unable to move around much. He was alone in that little pen of his. Ears pinned, nostrils dilated.

>> He eyed one male that was eyeing him with intense curiosity. His jaw tightened rigidly. One could have sworn that under such extreme pressure his bones would shatter. He never turned his back from this stallion. Not once. His guard was never let down, not for a second. Even when the male walked away he watched him, eyes narrowing to mere slits. No grudge was held, but the curiosity in the other equine's eyes left his skin bubbling in anger.

>> When the brute looked back at the pen, Bryce snarled. The noise rumbled in his chest, and he took a step towards the gate. He eyed the stallion. His look was unreadable. The fire of anger and the intensity of curiosity burned together in an un-synchronized harmony. He took another step, his eyes opening for a better look.

"My attitude? Hah. Humor me, please."

>> He spit, sneering in the males direction. He took another step forward to the now opened gate. He eyed the male, trying to read his intentions. He wasn't a mind reader - that's for sure. He wanted freedom - and would to close to anything to get it. His body tightened, and he watched. He grew quiet, listening to the shallow rhythm of his breath.

"Bryce. And yourself, brute?"

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[Pink Rose]

Captain

Captain raised his eyebrows. He definately liked his brute. That brute wanted freedom right? The white stallion knew just what to do. "Well. I have to requests for you. I will let you go free if you breed my female slave, and win me a few... things at the Master Headquarters." He grinned, knowing this brujo would get him popularity. His offer, he knew, Bryce couldn't refuse. "My name? Captain." Short and simple. He liked his name, he was perfectly happy with it, no matter who mocked it. Captain smiled and bowed his head, but imediately raised it high again. Authority. The brute would respect him. "You and I, we would do fine together, what do you say? You my beta? After you earn to be freed?"

The offer... if the brute refused, Captain would be alright. But he was sure this stallion had what it took, just his luck hadn't been with him, or his parents. Oh well, he would be a good free-roamer soon. Captain shook his mane. "Come on out." He grinned and stepped back a few paces making room for him. Trust me His eyes stared at him, telling him to trust him. He just felt like ripping the brute out. I just wanted him to trust him and come. Captain was his best chance for freedom. No no, he should be patient. Although he was restless and happy to get started back, he loved his terrian. The white stallion loved it's emptiness, being alone. He could run the whole terrian and see no one! Not one horse!

[morgee]

>> Propositions, each for freedom. One for a garuntee beta after some "deeds" had been completed. He contemplated. Running the stallions name through his head a few times. Captain. Captain. Captain. Okay, that was done. He knew the name, had it down. Not he calculated the ideas over and over.

"What things, exactly?"

>> Referring to the things he would have to do at the Masters Headquarters. He took a bold step forward, and left the pen behind him. He stood taller now, not all hunched down and acting small. He, as a sign of respect, kept his head only slightly lower then Captain's. Beta, it was his.

"How about I breed your little girls, get you a good batch of slaves and take beta. No freedom.

>> He was no longer "afraid" in any sort. His eyes were curious, bright. He took another step forward, looking at the stallion before him. Deal or no deal. It was like a game now.

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[Pink Rose]

Captain

Captain smiled. He liked it when he was asked, questioned. "Maybe, jumping shows. You are a handsome stallion, I'm sure you'd be a hit. Confirmination shows and such." He was sure he liked being complimented. This male was huge, and handsome. He was also sure maybe some masters would want him to breed with their slave mares. And if they are mistresses, even themselves! The whole scheem unhatched in his evil mind. Captain grimaced, wondering what the stallion meant.

"What do you mean? You stay a slave, and be a beta? Being beta means you must be free. Or are you saying you will be beta for a short time?' The stally was quite cofused. Maybe it was just him. Embarressed, Captain turned his face rigid and hard as stone. His amber eyes looked away from the black slave. So far things were confusing. He wasn't sure if things were to work out. He could feel himself losing his pride. He raised his head higher then the slave's.

[morgee]

>> He found himself deep in thought as he followed beside Captain. Minus the thoughts that fluttered through his little head, he tuned into the sound of each collide of Captain's hooves. Almost like a track to guide himself by. He kept his head at a medium height and walked quietly through the terrain. He trudged and trudged. The light from the sun peaked through the top of the trees in some spots and not others. He knew this as the sun boiled at his skin, and then cooled.

"I'm sure."

>> He muttered quickly, eyeing the stallion before him as he seemed to crumble. Then his face became rigid, and he looked away. Confused? Yes, indeed I would say so. Bryce snickered under his breath. Still he kept his head lower than Captain's at all times. Respect. His jaw tightened however. He grinned coldly.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, sir. It's not that hard of a concept. Let me clarify myself, it seems to be tearing you apart in more ways than one. I get you slaves, breed a few of your mares. Help you run your land - for clearly that is your intention. In return, I pledge not to run nor betray you hence no freedom is wanted. In return, I want beta and calling on any mare of my choice, beside your Queen. You DO have a Queen, right?"

>> He smirked, his tone lifted in slight play. Teasing, if you must. He was trying to get the stallion worked up. He could already see the slightest peak of insanity starting to bubble beneath his skin. This would be an interesting partnership, to say the least.

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[Pink Rose]

Captain

Captain liked this stallion. He liked his attitude. He nodded in approval. He nodded towards Bryce, telling him to start walking. He laughed, like bell clanging inside of him. The white stallion waited to start walking. "I hasn't hard on myself. It is embarressing for me not to understand..." Captain grinned. Sure, he liked Bryce's idea. And he liked the way Bryce joked. He raised his eyebrows. "Nah, I'm trying to be alone for a little bit. Once you have a mate, you can't go back." Captain nodded and sighed. Although he wanted a beautiful mare, it was going to be a hard option.

Captain wasn't worried at all about Bryce. He'd do nice. The white stallion smirked at Bryce. Yes YES! His plans onfolded inside him. This would be fun. Him, and Bryce. They could do some fun. Captain grinned and again, motioned him to follow, but this time, Captain started to walk. He smiled, all his plans were to be action soon. Very, very soon. Captain laughed.

[morgee]

>> He nodded in return to the stallion. He waited as the stallion, a smirk tugging at his lips. Of course they both new where this new partnership is going.

"Ahah. Yes, brute. I don't think I could ever force myself to pamper and care for a little wench. What with all I've been through."

>> Shaking his head misserably, he allowed his legs to pull into action beneath him, following slightly behind Captain. Beta, he thought to himself. And for a split second, a smile dance across his lips. As soon as it came, however, it was gone. A tightened jaw, and clenched teeth put in its place.

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Captain

Captain could tell he made a friend. Even though Bryce didn't show it much, they would have a great herd, with a strict leadership. He shook his mane and started the walk. He realized he should probably tell Bryce he only had one mare. "I only have one mare right now. She's a sweet-heart. A kind one, but I'll be getting more soon." Captain kept on walking, his head held inbetween high and middle. He didn't want to seem prissy.

ooc: Should I make a thread in Cimetire now? Bryce should reply first though.

[morgee]

ok. should i make a thread in his land now? or?

[Pink Rose]

I'll make it.

[morgee]

okay. i'll reply once it's up. take your time, dear <33.

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