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Post by arabelle on Nov 18, 2008 22:24:38 GMT -5
*This dust riddled pathetic patch of land reeked with the despair of the broken, wounded, and defiant. There was hardly even a shrub in site. The most hardy of outdoor foliage. What little grasses adorned the land was choked and smothered by greedy little weeds. They sucked the life from the plants around them; feeding from them, on them until they were but a withered stem. But even the weeds were dead on this particular day. Such a day it was... cold. Cold enough to chill the very marrow in your bones. Everything seemed gray... what a bleak day it was.
* It was on such a day as this that the outline of two lone figures broke the endless horizon of gray bleak tones. As they grew closer you could see them; one a dark chocolate bay, and the other a mixed color of silver, charcoal, and cream. A lovely blue roan, and an old dark bay. Where may you ask were they heading? Why to the large crowd milling around the dirty arena. Of course, of course. As the two equines drew even nearer to the milling throng of horses it was plain to see that the slightly smaller more petite mare was doing all of the talking while the bigger boned stallion wore a pained expression of one having to deal with an annoying bug buzzing in his flattened auds. A few minutes pass as they come ever closer, and it's plain to see that the stallion wants to get rid of the mare. So obviously plain. Of course the young mare held her head high and arched in defiance her legs snapping up then down, up then down while her charcoal colored tassels flowed out behind her in an inky wave. What a site she was. It was such an odd way for a quarter horse to walk, but no one was correcting her. Yes! Finally they were in the crowd.
* Once the stallion made sure the mare couldn't run off to follow he turned and quickly made his escape. Not wanting to spend one more second with the mare that used to be his slave. Many would say that he was a weak master. Never making his slave obey him, but he was too old to enforce rules, and the mare jumped upon that weakness the way a shark does a wounded seal. No mercy. The mare herself; Lila, wore a pleased, but bored smirk. She was so tired of winding back at the same place over, and over, and over again. One day very soon she'd make her escape! She wouldn't be a slave for long.
* Soon she settled back into her old routine trying to look laid back, easy, and un-observant. She needed another weak 'master.' She loved bullying them around because so far no one had been able to bully her around. Giving a yawn she stood hip-shot waiting for someone to come claim her.
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Post by caluroso on Nov 19, 2008 16:23:16 GMT -5
The echos of the screams and taunting of both brutes and femme's surrounded the auds of a golden color brute with the bod of a sturdy trunk. His paces were steady as he made his way to the crowd of equines. Auds slightly laced, and teeth slightly barred he prepared for a brute to get to close. Easily a path was formed for Caluroso to appear in the circle. Sly serpentine smirk curved around his dark hued mug as he laid eyes upon a femme that stood. His dial arose as the femme's aroma pulled and tugged at his nostrils. His orbs laid deep into her skin as he watched her every move. Seeing the laid back posture, Caluroso began again to venture toward her. He knew that no femme was as laid back as she was trying to act.
With a flick of his cord to his flanks, Caluroso stopped as he faced the femme. Dial held high, high as the cursed heavens above, he spoke. Did your old master get bored with you, little one? His tones were melo toned, with a lingering of sarcasm. The assertiveness in his voice trickled from his mug, as he spoke each word toward the femme.
ooc: ehhh sorry about this post. I was in a rush :[ |
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Post by arabelle on Nov 19, 2008 17:06:24 GMT -5
* Oh but his was getting tiresome, Lila thought rather sourly. The same old way over, and over again. Would it never end? Would she never escape this place of madness, of slavery? The questions had no answers, but oh how she wish they did. Ohh-ho, what is this? An ittle stally was finally making his way to her? Oh what joy. She could hardly stand still from excitement. Yawn. Lila snaked her head down to chew at her foreleg for a moment; stupid pesky flies were everywhere! Finishing she snapped her head back up, and almost bopped, Mr. Sarcastic under his jaw. Hehe. Oopsy.
* Without a word of apology she just snorted at his words. Did the old brute get tired of her? Well yes.. that's a definite yes. Choosing her tone carefully she replied in a slow sweet voice which was mildly contradicting considering what came out of her charcoal colored maw,
"Little one? Do I look little to you? And yes I do suppose he got tired of me. Weak old fool that he was."
A smirk curved her kissers as she stared at the stallion before her. Outside she was perfectly at ease, but inside she glared hatefully at him, her frustration was like a red hot poker just drilling it's way through her chest. To even try and be polite to him was painful. Opening her maw in a small yawn she again waited for his lyri to pollute the air.
ooc;; It's fine ^^
Mine wont be that good for... a few days. I'm banned offa the computer so I make my replys quick before my mom can catch me on. Also I don't care if you/he power plays with my mare. She's hard to deal with to say the least.
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Post by caluroso on Nov 19, 2008 21:37:12 GMT -5
The tones of the femme entered Caluroso's auds, dancing in and out of each one, allowing the brute to hear the rings of each one of her dropping words. Looking down upon the femme with disrespect. Caluroso wasn't one to hand out his trust and respect, the ones who ran in Caluroso's life had to earn it. His orbs glaring into hers as she spoke. Of course you look little to me, you small femme. He mocked the femme in his head. His famous smirk still simmered upon his mug. Allowing his tones to flow from it in a rhythmic manner.
My terra needs some bodies to fill its terrain with. Slightly hesitating, his tones became slightly sharper... a little more intimidating you could say. I suggest you come with me. Trailing off as he laced his auds back lazily. This femme wouldn't take much, so why waste his energy in acting upon his rage. Flicking his cord once more he turned slightly to the darkened horizon.
As the brutes watched the expression upon Caluroso's dial, the expression that this b.tch was now his, they slowly walked off with dials carried level to their bods, not wanting to corrupt the peace that fell over the terra at this very moment. They all had high hopes of finding a femme some where in this land that would actually be worth it, hopefully Caluroso had just found one.
ooc: okay no worries, i know just how that feels lol. |
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Post by arabelle on Nov 20, 2008 6:43:40 GMT -5
I suggest you come with me.
* Demanding aren't we? She was so weary. So tired of fighting all of the time. But what to do? She stared blankly at him for a moment fighting the urge to snap at his smug little face. So easy it would be... Shaking off the thought she bowed her head mockingly saluting the master. Well it didn't take long at all for someone to come strolling along and claim her. Yay she was a novelty. Man how she wished an old sop would come around, feel sorry for her, and take her home with him. Stallions like that were so easy to control. But alas that was not to be as the not-so-nice Mr. Prince Charming had proven with his appearance. Slowly a smile curved her maw. An idea had just formed in her wee little brain.
* Snapping her inky tassels she motioned impatiently for them to be off, while mummering
"I'll bet it does..."
under her breath. She wanted a chance to try her little idea. Maybe she--- arh! Pesky flies! Quickly she whipped her head to her right hind leg to start gnawing at the spot the fly had been just moments ago. Finally satisfying the itch she once again turn to face him, and wait for his 'command.'
ooc;; ugh this sucks so bad.. >.> Please excuse this awful post. I'm posting before I have to run off to school.. heh.
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Post by caluroso on Nov 20, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
Flicking his auds backward he heard the femme's remark. Turning his dial slightly to eye her. Turning back around he trudged forth in the direction that his aroma was coming from. Pricking his auds, and allowing his dial to raise his excitable body language finished with a prestiges trot. Glad to start his reign over his new acquired land. The long drawn out memory of his old herd brushed his cranium. Shaking his dial violently, trying to rid himself of any past memories. Looking back to see if the femme would keep up with his upbeat gait. Creeping upon the shadows as they traveled further and further away from the auction rock, Caluroso felt more at home, with the shadows disguising his legs making them seem near invisible as he slithered his way through the many trees that blocked the path.
His whipcord spanked his flanks as he picked up speed. The speed and mileage of the run was nothing, for even a big built brute as himself was well endured for the unexpected to happen. Glancing behind, slightly tilting his dial he tucked his crest into an arch showing off the brute in him.
ooc: i'll go ahead and post in my lands...
i wont be able to post until tomorrow though : (
but my land is black canyon, so if you just wanna start a new thread, be my guest : ) |
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Post by arabelle on Nov 23, 2008 21:09:49 GMT -5
ooc;; =/ sorry! I haven't been on. My mother is making it very hard to sneak on lately... I may be off and on for a.. err a while until I can convince her to let me back on.
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