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Post by Lugubrious on Oct 12, 2008 23:17:39 GMT -5
Hushed hoofsteps carried the two horses to the prison-land of Cinnibar. The evening rushed in on them, air cooling rapidly. A light shiver ran down the stallion's spine. The temperature was dropping, and every wire in this stallion's body was on edge. He hated the cold, and his bloodlines dictated that a warm climate was best. Arabian and andalusian gave him self proclaimed 'dashing good looks', but this elegant build didn't make him incredibly hardy as some of the stockier horses were. The winter was coming, and he was certainly headed to the warmest place possible.
The steed looked around to stare at his new slave. She was fiery and pretty in his eyes. That was all he wanted. One horse to keep him from dying of boredom was his desire. The stallion took a few steps closer to the mare. Their shoulders touched, the warmth spreading through his body from the other horse. He whispered in her curved red hark, "I'm feeling cold. Let's heat things up in here." With a devilish smirk he pressed his side against hers. Volatile knew this would cause the slave a little less comfort than it would for him. Hopefully, some fireworks could light up this cold evening.
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Post by flower on Oct 16, 2008 19:07:03 GMT -5
Adella trudged slowly after her new master into his lands. Each step that she took got heavier and heavier. She knew that she should have put up a bigger fight, to agree to come to his lands. She did not want to be his slave, or anyone else's for the that matter. The only thing she liked about being a slave, was the pride that you got when you won a fight against a master.
The slave picked up the pace a little, trying to warm herself of the cold breeze that flowed through this land. The weather matched this land perfectly, with the bitter feeling of it. She did not know how this master lived her for fun, yet he had a couple of slave here to keep him entertained. Adella shuddered at the though of being one of those slaves, that has no say in what they do with there lives, yet Adella would never bow down to be one of them. She would fight her way through this, no matter how hard it was. Every time she felt her master press closer to her graceful bod she would take one step away. She had not snapped yet, but one wrong move would push her over the edge. He was dancing on that line that would soon make her mad.
Her ears perked as she listened to the words that were now coming out of him maw. Now he had crossed the line. She turned to face him, her ears pinned to her skull. She snapped at the air inches from his face. She had the urge to hurt him, but instead used her words to fight this battle.
"You know what? I am not your little toy! You don't want to mess with me. So I would appreciate it, if you don't touch me!" Adella yelled, her voice cutting through the air, sounding like a wolf, just before he killed his prey.
"I think I would rather be cold! Adella added as an afterthought, but her voice still coming out strong. She was not going to put up with his crap.
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Post by Lugubrious on Nov 2, 2008 22:48:35 GMT -5
Volatile felt the red mare's body quiver as she leapt away from him. His face twisted into a grin. Even though he knew she was impossibly mad at him, and not without reason, he couldn't help but feel the joy of a good approaching battle. Not his little toy? But she was... And that was the only reason he had brought her there.
Smiling deviously, his voice rolled out into the chilled air yet again, "Madame, can I say that you look fabulous tonight." Both of his almond-colored orbs peered at her intensely. Her path had curved away from his, so he began to sidestep closer again. It was becoming incredibly cold. The moon shone the only light upon the two equines. Tiny white flakes fell from the sky, most of them melting upon touching the dry green grass but a few sticking. Soon enough the whole world would be white. "I'd hate to lose you to the freezing cold. For both of our sakes, lets stand close and keep warm." A shiver ran down his spine. Oh. This cold was impossible.
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Post by flower on Nov 2, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
Adella was in shock. Did this stallion even understand her message to him? She was not in the mood for his cockiness and she was getting more pissed off by the moment. Shivers ran through her body as the temperature dropped. It was getting cold but there was no way she would stand close to him to get warm.
"For both of our sakes, why don't you just find us some better shelter." She said, her attitude kicking in a little more every minute.
Adella took a step away from the stallion once again, not giving in. She would not freeze in this cold, for she was used to the cold. The mare shook her mane, trying to get all of the wet cold snow out of her hair. The mare knew winter was coming, and it was not going to be the most entertaining one. She glared at the stallion waiting for his next move. If he had any common sense at all, he would lead her to shelter instead of standing in the cold trying to push her to the limit.
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