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Feas: 4

Brujos: 1

Total: 5

Equines: 2

Lupines: 3

Total: 5

[({terms of endearment})]

Mentor: I look up to you... just don't break me
Bound: You're my master... and I like you well enough
Gratefully Yours: You're my master, and I adore you
Crush Crazy: I love you from afar... no need to tell my feelings
Twined in Love: My mate... I love you so
Birds of a Feather: You're my very best bud
Hey, Bud: You're a good friend. I trust you with all but my deepest secrets
Good to See You Again: I like you well enough, just don't expect me to pour out my heart

[({threats && hate})]
Watch Your Back: You better hope our paths don't cross again
Dead Meat: You. Are. So. Dead. You won't come out with your skin if we meet again
Lowlife: I see right through your charade; but I don't want to deal with you
Lil' Bugger: Just leave me alone, already.
Minor Annoyance: Grr. ...But I don't really have time to deal with you.
Cruel && Heartless: You're my master... but you call yourself a wolf/horse? You're no more than a demonic torturer...
Cold Disdain: You're no more than an insect to me. Buzz off.
Lower Life Form: My slave- I'll regard you as no more than that

[({neutral standings})]

Lower-Down: My slave, no more, no less... I don't really feel anything besides mastery towards you
Higher-Up: My master... you are not cruel, but nor are you overly kind
...Who?: Who are you? .... You say we've met...?
Leader Mine: I'm your beta, or this is an anti-slavery herd. You're above me, but I'm not your slave.

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Full Name: Calliope

Nickname: Calli

Breed: Arabian

Height: 15hh

Gender: Female

Appearance:
A lovely mid-size Arab mare. Her pelt is a slightly dappled rose grey, and her mane and tail are long and silky- especially her tail, as it nearly brushes the ground. Her forelock comes halfway down the bridge of her nose, which is pure white thanks to the twisting, wraparound blaze that turns her muzzle pink. Her eyes are a puzzled, intelligent brown, and her ears are rather short for her breed. Her long, elegant legs- perfectly suited for eating up ground- are ended with 'trot socks' on her left hind and right front legs, and then hard, almost flinty hooves of good horn, either natural colored or black, depending on the leg- except for her left hind, which was deformed even when she was born- it was unnaturally far forward. This straightened naturally until now it is barely visible- only a slight tilt in the angle of the leg proving it was ever there- however, she still has a slight limp after running long distances or otherwise over-exerting herself.

Age: five years old

Personality:
Calli is rather different. Her tumultuous childhood- colthood?- effected her in the best possible way- she became caring, loving, and lovable. Her wit is as sharp as a thorn on a rosebush, and sometimes sharp and tart, and her heart is pure gold, more so than any palomino, or wedding ring, or any other gold object. Anyway, she suspects she is the first in the land to treat her slaves with respect and kindness, though they still work very hard- she is a demanding, but understanding, master to them.

History: Calliope was born into a lowly free-roaming herd. She was teased from the moment she was born about her leg- even though she was the daughter of the lead mare and lead stallion. Eventually, some colts went so far as to convince the stallion that she was a demon of some sort, sent to punish him for past misdeeds by raining a bad image upon him. So he waited until she was weaned and then kicked her out of the herd to fend for herself. She wandered the lands for a long time, eventually fnding Sobibor. There she settled and became a master of slaves. Her experience, instead of turning her bitter like it might have some, turned her compassionate instead. She still makes her slaves work hard, but she suspects she is the first master in Sobibor to actually care for them, beyond keeping them alive. She wants no one else to go through an ordeal like hers.

Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/chryssilynn/1521880916/

Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master.

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Full Name: Quince
Nickname: Q, Quin
Breed: American Timberwolf
Height: 30 inches
Gender: male
Appearance: Quince is a light grayish-brown color, comparable to the color grulla in horses or, alternately, cedar bark. His eyes are an intelligent but gentle brown, and his chiseled nose it black. He is of medium build, strong and yet also lithe and speedy, and built for both sprints and long distance running. His left hind paw is white and he has a scar almost precisely vertical down his nose.
Age: two years
Personality: Quince has a mild temperament and all he asks of life is a challenge. He enjoys trying to figure out puzzles and he's always up for a good debate. Personally he doesn't care that he's a slave, and he thinks rebels are getting in over their heads when they fight with their masters. He enjoys running and the thrill it brings, and he also loves to hunt small animals, especially rabbits, which must be chased.
History: Quince was born a slave to two slaves. His father was killed soon after his birth, as were his siblings. His mother, terrified that she and Quince would be killed as well, ran away. She hunted and suckled Quince, but soon after he learned to hunt for himself, she fell desperately ill and died. He wandered for six months after that befire being rouded up and taken to auction rock.
Picture: www.flickr.com/photos/lemperleconnie/576701248/ (C) lemperleconnie on Flickr.com
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Slave

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Full Name: Madrid
Nickname: Madi (only used by closest friends)
Breed: Andalucian
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Female
Appearance: Madrid is quite striking. She is a tall, strong mare with long, strong legs, designed with speed and stamina in mind. Her very appearance suggests grace, elegance, and sweeping, extravagant movements. She is strong enough to hold her own in fights with medicore stallions, and she puts up a brave front with stronger ones. She is extremely well muscled and almost masculine; from a distance of even 10 feet she could be easily mistaken for a stallion.

Her pelt is gorgeous; the majority of her glistening hide is the color of molton caramel. At the legs, however, it darkens to a duskier color- that of dark chocolate. Her mane and tail are ligheter than anything else; they're a sort of sandy color, with a bit of grey in them as well. Moving on to her face, her ears are unusaully small and pointed, and her eyes glow amber. Her long forlock tends to split, half going down the right of her face, and half on the left. Finally, a blaze starts about an inch behind her nostrils and twists around her face, so that the end is slightly below her left eye.
Age: Three years.
Personality: Madrid is the classic [female] patriot. Spunky, rebellious, and sure she's right unless she knows she's wrong, she loathes the prospect that slavery should continue. She would fight it to the end of her strength- the ultimate deathmatch. She has just begun to regain her trust of others following her traumatic past [see History]. Having said that, she is also reagaining a strange ability: She has a knack for knowing whether or not someone is trustworthy, and she's nearly always right.

She is intelligent and clever enough to worm her way out of sticky spots and convince others of and to do certain things, but don't expect her to start telling you pi to the 253rd decimal or anything.
History: <early years> Her name is Madrid, and this is her story. Madi was born in a happy land, a place far from Sobibor, where everyone was free. Her parents' happy-face masks, however, hid a seething pit of bitter hate and blood feud.

It was the classic Romeo-and-Juliet story- the two lovers whose parents though each was not good enough for the other. But this time, the ending came with a different tiwst. Nobody died- yet. The two settled into a herd and were soon respected by the others in said herd. The stallion's parents consented to allow them their peace, sighing that he had always been a bit of a rebel, but the mare's father was nowhere near content with the stallion his daughter had picked. His hate festered for many years as he watched them from afar, but he did not act upon it until Madrid was a year and a half old. </early years>

<the apocolypse> Her name is Madrid, and she is one and one-half years old. She lives in a peaceful valley with her mother, father, and the other members of the herd. What she doesn't know is that in six hours, life as she knows it will be destroyed.

It is dusk. Her mother leads her to a small thicket of trees, their sleeping-place. Her mother soothes her to sleep, then waits for Madrid's father to return from a scouting trip along the borders of the herd's territory. She eventually falls asleep as well.

At dawn, she is awakened by rustling in the thicket. It is the lead stallion and his mate. Madrid's father has been found, dead and still bleeding, in a ditch. They brought him back to the main valley to be honored in the traditional ceremonies. The stallion grimly tells her he was killed in a fight, it seems- or murdered. Another horse's scent coveres his body.

Numb, the mare wakes her sleeping foal and follows the lead mare to her mate's body. She takes one whiff of the scent on his pelt, and bolts. It is her father's scent. She doesn't think he will kill her, but she is terrified for Madrid. They flee the valley. </the apocolypse>

<the holocaust> Her name is Madrid, and she is two years old. She and her mother have been traveling for six months. On her second birthday, they unknowingly pass into the lands of Sobibor. They have luckily entered into a nuetral land, but as they sleep, exhausted, they are found by slave traders. Surrounded and bewhildered, they allow themselves to be captured and led to Auction Rock. They are claimed almost instantly- but by different masters. The last glimpse she gets of her mother is the back of her rump as she is led off by a total stranger.

Madrid herself is claimed by a viscious stallion. She fights him all the way to his lands, then she fights anyone who gets to close. In one fell swoop, both her keen fighting skills and her hate of slavery are created.

As one who has been free all her life, she did not follow orders well, if she did at all. She is, consquently, punished. Through trial and error, her master found that she made an excellent breeding toy- and it was especcially pleasing to him, as even if he was 'gentle' she hated it; he had found a punishment much more effective than beating.

So it was for eleven months. It was her own personal holocaust- but finally, she'd had enough. She broke free one night and used the skills she'd developed in her six-month journey with her mother to avoid capture up to the current. </the holocaust>
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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Umm, well. She'll be in an anti-slavery herd; does that make her a slave or a master?

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Full Name: Kanaklusma
Nickname: Kana
Breed: Northern Rocky Mountain Wolf
Height: 30 in
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kana's pelt is thick and insulating, and ripples smoothly over her hardened, lean muscles. The color is a blueish-grey, whitch matches her smoky grey eyes. Her tail, paws, and muzzle darken to black, and her tongue, often hanging out of her mouth, is a pale pink. Her nose, pads, and claws are black, and her teeth shine pearly white in her maw.

She is of average height, but she is rather bulky and strong. Her legs are longer than a normal wolf's and she can run very fast.
Age: 3 years
Personality: She is very much a punk. She would fight with a tree and argue that the sky is not blue. Her teeth are almost always bared, and her nose seems to have an extra sensor for trouble. She's a very sneaky thief and could probably take from a hawk. She is mean, meaner than heck, and she absolutely hates just about everyone she sets her eyes on. Kana is also wily and a trickster. She has often been known to allure males- she is quite beautiful- and then fight them, sometimes to the death, just for fun- and the occasional spot of food.
History: Kanaklusma lived all her life as a free-roamer. She was born to a mean father and a meaner mother. Her mom chased away her dad when she, her brother, and her sister were just two weeks old. They never saw him again. As soon as the pups were weaned, she refused to feed them. They often went hungry and Kana nearly starved her first winter. However, after a while they began to hunt as a team, and soon they were bringing down deer and even elk in secret in secret. However, when they were two years old, they were forced to leave by their mother's second mate- and their own mother, who was having a second litter soon. So, Kana and her sibling left, and soon split up. Kana lived on her own for around a year, but then some slave-catchers picked up her scent near auction rock. They chased her for a week without stopping for more than a quick drink of water. Finally, the eighth day, they caught her.
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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? slave (to be killed for Clawcaust mini-plot)