Winds.Of.Peace

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Ahyah... Ayah! Uhah! A rope around her neck was choking her, being pulled by her master. She kept in her choking coughs. Her ears were pulled back in fear. She coughed multiple times until they came to a bare spot of dirt with hints or blood stains. She was thrown down and stepped on by her master. This time she didn't hold back. She sent a bone chilling wail through the area as she coughed up blood. Her master laughed cruelly, then trotted off, leaving her tied tightly to a nearby tree. Emma lay ed down in pure terror, chattering her teeth. Her eyes closed and her head went limp and lay-ed on the ground. She imagined what a brute would do to her.

Waking up on her second day, she opened her eyes to the crying of slaves, those she had heard before and those new. Her auds pricked quietly at the serperations cries of foal and mare. Her daggers lifted her body as her head looked to the skies. It was all too much. She walked as far as the rope would allow to feed. As she munched she feared how long she would be here. Would the grass run out? Maybe someone would be kind enough to at least move her. She tossed her mane, but stayed quiet. Her being so shy, she didn't want to draw attention. Her heart thumped wildly. She didn't want to go anywhere but home. She layed down, bored. She looked on at the senery as her eyes drooped.

She woke with a start at the sunset. Half open eyes drearily saw a shadow of a horse dissapear. She was wide awake now. Her auds pricked, listening to hoove beats behind her. She shook ad got up, trying not to say anything. Maybe it would leave her alone and maybe it was justing looking. She let her head go down, respecting whatever horse this was.

No muse. Wanting a mildly mean master, and likes to force breed?

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My, what do we have here?

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The sun was just beginning to set over Horse Head Field and the few masters who had been browsing were leaving, their quest for a good slave finished. Most of the slaves however, had not been chosen and as the black stallion marched through the fields, he could see the dried tears on some of the mares' and stallions' eyes. He grunted in contempt and slowly began to approach one of the stallions who had been crying. He was a medium-sized palomino and from the looks of it would have been a good slave but his weakness was off-putting. Dropping his head, to the height of the palomino's he stared into his eyes with such venom, the stallion flinched. As he flinched, the black stallion let out a snort of cruel laughter and pulled away, turning his back on the palomino and relishing in the fear that radiated from him.

Bored with that side of the field, the stallion crossed to the other and saw almost a duplicate picture of what had been on the other side: crying stallions and mares. Demon frowned and stamped his hoof in disgust, that young stallion on the path had told him he might have to wait to get a good slave but Demon was not the most patient of stallions and he was eager to get his hands on his first ever slave. Frowning he began to walk away and that's when he saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye which he hadn't seen before. He turned, pillars frozen where they were and saw a mare's body lying in the grass. He must have missed her since she was in the grass. Grinning, he noted her auds prick and knew that she was listening to his hoofbeats. Smiling wickedly, he didn't move a muscle, watching as she got up and listened for his hoofbeats. But there were none of course and as soon as he was sure he was getting to her, he turned and began to pace towards her, making it clear he was heading for her and no one else.

Soon he stood right behind her and allowing himself a cruel grin he touched her back leg lightly just to make sure she was certain he was talking to her. "Hello Slave." He hissed, circling around so that he was facing her. "What are you dubbed and how did a pretty fae like you get here?" He smiled, narrowing his eyes and listening intently for her words. Demon found that the first few words and reactions of someone he hadn't met before told him a lot about what they thought of him and if he did claim this slave, he wished to know that he was going to get something good out of them. Then again, any slave would be welcome at the moment.

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Emma layed in the grass as the sun set. She whispered to flowers around her, giggling softly at their fake words. Her legs tucked slightly under her, she watched as the sun touched the horizon. Eyes scanned what was in front of her, not thinking of a sneak attack behind. Of course, who would attack her though?

As she felt the touch and the hiss of words, she jumped up, hair in her eyes. She trembled, looking at a black stallion. By just hearing and looking at him, she knew he a dark stallion. Her eyes never met his, as she looked away.

Mixed Emotions, but he may call me Emma... or slave. My master captured me, but he bred black or dark coated females, and had no use for me. So he just kinda....dumped me.

She whispered 'or slave' softly, trying to make sure he didn't hear it. Her silent crying was loud in her mind. She didn't think that anyone would want her, so maybe she could escape. Stupid idea. She was a young and beautiful mare, who wouldn't want her? Her eyes drooped as she refused to make eye contact.

Thanks! SLowly gaining muse.

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Ooc:// No Problem at all

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Never has anyone been so well-named

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Demon felt his mouth twitch with a smile as the mare jumped at his touch, her long mane falling into her eyes. Her appearance was like the opposite of his and it amused him in a way. He noted down everything about her, the way she moved, how she never looked into his eyes and every change in tone as she replied to him.

"Mixed Emotions, but he may call me Emma... or slave. My master captured me, but he bred black or dark coated females, and had no use for me. So he just kinda....dumped me."

Demon nodded slowly as she spoke and listened to the way she spoke, staring into her eyes almost provocatively. He thought he could sense a sort of dejection in the way she spoke and he was quite sure that she said something like "or slave" under her breath but it was said so quickly and quietly that he couldn't be sure, despite how hard he had been listening. As she finished, he nodded and resumed his questioning. "And how old are you? How long have you been a slave and how long have you been here?" He asked the questions quickly and smoothly. If he were to claim this slave, he wanted something interesting- maybe a new slave who wasn't certain of how you were to act as a slave or an untamed slave. From the looks of it though, he was quite sure this horse was far from 'untamed' however.

He slowly began to circle around her again, inspecting her coat, her stance, everything he could, a mad smile playing on his maw. She would only have one purpose in life and that would be to serve him, she would be completely in his power. Every time he thought it through, he became even more excited.
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Emma shifted her weight in unease. She listened to him speak, and pawed the ground. She snorted and lowered her ears. Why did he have to know so much of her? It was annoying. She didn't come out from hidng though.

Two and a half. Since I was 'bout six months old and this would be the second day sir.

Her eyes widened under her hair, still waiting for an answer. Her body shifted as she listened to the wind talk. The trees made a conversation with it and the flower giggled at the wind's words. She couldn't help but to smile, but so faint that only she knew she was doing it. Her tail swang with harmony of the wind.

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Momma? A tiny white foal galloped with a scared face over to the body. She placed a tiny hoof on the horse's chest. Nothing. She cried out in agony. Emma hated her father. At this point her feathers were coming in slowly. Her hair was barely in her face. She shivered as she felt the presence of nature reach her for the first time. Nobody but the elements of nature was her friend. She kissed her mother's cheek and galloped off, not looked back towards camp. She would live and thrive alone herself, even if it meant dying. Her deep colored eyes were filled with tears.

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Emma;s glassy and empty stare ended with a start as she looked into the eyes of the stallion for the first time. Had he said anything? She hoped not.

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Ooc:// No Problem at all

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Let us go venture then!

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Demon noted how she seemed a little bit more reluctant and hesitant she was to answer these questions. He dismissed this however, sure that it was just because he was asking too many. They were not necessary however, he had more or less decided that he was taking her home and these questions were just so that he got to know his first slave a little bit more. Of course, he wouldn't make as much effort in the future, it was just because she was the first and that made her, in a way, special.

"Two and a half. Since I was 'bout six months old and this would be the second day sir. "

So she hadn't been here for too long and she had been a slave for two years. He smiled and nodded thoughtfully. He would keep her for pleasure and maybe to beat her occasionally but he concluded that it would be best if he kept her as a pet more then anything else. She was a pretty mare and he was sure that she would be a welcome companion, even as a slave. There was so much to do with a slave though and the ideas seemed to fill every crevice of his cranium.

Demon noted with annoyance at how Emma had seemed to drift off and was thinking of something else. He paused for a while, watching her and making sure that she really was not paying attention. Frowning, he waited until her body seemed to tense again and she looked up into his eyes for the first time, he met her stare with his own glassy and powerful stare. "I think that you'll do. Follow me and don't try any stupid. I promise you'll get the hell beaten out of you." He smiled cruelly as he uttered the last sentence, before biting through the rope tied to the tree.

He picked up what was left and still attached to Emma and began to lead her out through the forest, always keeping the rope strained and going at his own pace. He didn't care if she was uncomfortable at this pace, she would just have to keep up with his. Every now and then he tugged it, to encourage her to go a bit faster. By now, the sun had set and darkness was beginning to envelope the field. Demon let out a chuckle as he walked, feeling the power within him grow.

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Kay, can you make a post somewhere? Cause if I were to post, it would be horrible, so let's say she followed him. So where are we to now?

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I'll post in Ebon forest making a challenge and I think it's three days that have to go by before the land can actually be yours if the other doesn't reply so for now, I guess we could roleplay somewhere else. Where do you go if you want to roleplay master and slave but don't have land yet?

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Well there are temporary lands... I think