{Hidden-----Talents}

['Sanura]

Nuri
^{Look closely, what you see--}

Nuri's black tail streamed in the wind. Her now much longer mane got in her eyes as she looked back at the slavers herding her back to auction rock. When Volatile had claimed her she had hoped to never come back to this place, yet here she was, and in even worse circumstances than last time.

The leader of the slavers looked at her with an greedy glint in his eyes. He knew much about Nuri. He had found her wandering the abandoned lands of Cinnabar, and had befriended her. Nuri was not the sort to be easily deceived, but he had just been so kind, and she had been so lonely. The foul taste of betrayal lingered in the coal black mare's mouth.

A horse on one side of her labored to keep up with her thoroughbred stride. Her muscular body was fit and strong. He had made sure she would be ready for auction rock. She was herded into a large corral and surrounded by the slavers. Jasper, the traitor, took his place in front announcing Nuri's arrival to all the horses at auction rock. His smooth suave words drew a large crowd,

"Nuri is the young mare's name. Never been bred, and faster than the wind itself. She is only four years old, and meek as any horse can be. The perfect slave, watch as she runs faster than any of my comrades.

He tilted his golden head back to them and one of his comrades nipped Nuri on her rump. She started forward and stumbled. Jasper scowled at her and she knew if she did not do well something awful would happen. She regained her step and soon was catching up to the horse that had nipped her. She loped past him easily, contemplating for a moment of returning the favor, but she ignored the urge and increased her pace until she was two yards ahead of him. She raced along the rail turning sharply and then sailing past Jasper. She saw a glimpse of his smug face and something alighted in Nuri. She picked up speed again and sailed over the low fence weaving her way through the throng. The crowd was too stunned to think of stopping the mare as she ran to the edges of auction rock. But one horse was not fooled, Nuri heard his hooves thundering closer and closer to her. She tried so hard to outrun him, but he was a full thoroughbred while Nuri was only half. Suddenly he was up beside her and he shoved her, using his size and weight to his advantage. Nuri toppled over rolling a few times in the dirt. She layed there trembling on the ground as her golden enslaver approached her his eyes cold and merciless. Behind him his comrades came with a thick chain and collar. They quickly attached it to the trembling mare, and gave it to Jasper. He tugged Nuri to her feet, then handed the chain to another of his slaver posse. He turned to the crowd his eyes warm and a charming smile upon his face.

"Sorry about that folks, this mare still has some fight in her. But thats needed for a racer, don't you think? Don't worry though there is a relatively easy way to punish this one."


He smiled evilly at Nuri and then motioned the horse holding her chain to take her to the cage. Nuri was still dazed from the fall, but when her eyes rested upon the small cage she neighed wildly and pulled back stretching the short chain to its full length. She fought desperately, but it was no use. The horse was bigger, and merciless. She was shoved into the tiny space and then the door shut behind her with a sickening click as the lock was secured. Nuri turned in the small quarters and stared straight into the brown eyes of Jasper. She spoke for the first time during this whole escapade,

Please, please, no. Let me out! Let me out!

Her words started out as whispers but then crescendoed into shrieks echoing over the whole of auction rock. The crowd was abnormally quiet as the mare trembled inside her cage. Jasper turned his back to her and spoke once again to the crowd.

"As you can see, this slave has an abnormal fear of small enclosures. A few moments in one and she is as docile as a lamb. Bidding will start at..."

Nuri heard no more, she was on the verge of losing consciousness, her vision was dotted with black spots. She leaned her nose against the cage and saw a sign attached to her cage flapping in the wind. It took a moment to read it, but when she did she finally lost the battle, and fainted.

Nuri.
Aged Four Years.
ThouroughbredXArabian
Very Fast.
Afraid of Small Enclosures, and Chains.

--Is not always what is Truth.

For;; Open.
Word Count;; 882.
Muse Level;; Okay.
Comments;; I would prefer someone who is evil, and plans on racing Nuri in the Masters Onslaught. Anything goes.

[Pink Rose]

Captain

Captain's white bodice gleamed in the sun, but that didn't make his mood any prettier. He paced the edge of his terrian in an incredible mood. The worst mood he's been in, in a long time. The stallion and's lip was upcurled and he stomped out of the place he knew best, just waiting to do some damage. He seemed to be galloping in circles, in his blind anger. Stupid life, stupid day. Stupid... everything. Maybe the auction rock will make me feel better. Other horses's misery... The stallion spat at that ground in anger and trotted on, the cold wind cooing him down. Captain closed his eyes as he entered the pitiful Horse Head place.

The place reeked of death and... sickness. Sorrow, and anger. Insanity. The stallion laughed menacingly and scanned the play they called 'Horse Head'. He shook his head and made a low whistling sound. They dared call this place... a slave auction? The slaves were skinny and starving. Much to give up, no? He muttered many bad things under his breath and walked on. What a horrid place. He'd just wasted time. Captain threw his head back, and started to leave, until he spotted a mare a beautiful young mare. He felt his mouth water. He turned his head and trotted over to the young vix. Ah.. ah. He felt his spirits brighten. The stallion narrowed his eyes as he heared the mare's auctioneer scream into the air.

"Step aside, she's mine." Captain's voice was gruff and snarling. He stared and examine her. My my, she was a timid one. He smiled darkly at her, more of a smirk. "Poor Nuri. Poor, fainted, Nuri. Come on now. Wake up." Oh, she'd be cursed as soon as she entered Cimetire. Ah, ah. She'd be cursed for a long time. Of birthing him foals, well, after he found his love. God, he needed to find that mare and fast, or he'd be stuck unbred. Maybe he'd just use Bryce for her or something. Captain cocked his head in thought, deep in though. He was interupted by his thoughts. Ah, she was his age. Probably a bit younger or something like that, though. The stallion shook his head, wondering. Trying to find the right memory to think of her. There was none though. Odd.

['Sanura]

Nuri
^{Look closely, what you see--}

Nuri lied on the bottom of her cage drifting out and in between conscious thought and the murky void. She leaned toward the murky void because everytime she started to come back into the land of the living she felt the cold iron bars against her coal black pelt, and they burned. It felt like she couldn't breathe. So she tried to sink deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile in the realm of the perfectly awake Jasper was negotioating with an unruly stallion. He was trying to talk to him, but was being totally ignored. He was getting annoyed, and the stallion was not the sort to anger easily. He cleared his throat and spoke to the stallion,

"Come, come, good sir, as you can see she is unconscious. We are trying to have an auction here. So kindly step back and bid for her if you so wish."

His golden eyes, glinted with a hard cold light, and his words though friendly on the outside, were cold and hard. His slaver posse stood behind him, all large and menacing or quick and volatile. Jasper did not go to auction rock unprepared. He always brought the best of his comrades on these trips for he knew masters were quite hotheaded and did not often listen to reason. Looking over the potential customer though he decided maybe he could skip over the tedious auctioning process. Leaning close to the white master, Jasper spoke in a tone that could only be heard by him and the master before him,

"I could make an exception for a master such as you, sir. If you agree to pay my price, then you may have her without the annoyance of dealing with these other lesser masters. A slave such as Nuri, could earn you much wealth and prestige. So what do you say my good man? Will you let this fine racer out of your grips?

He smiled down at the white throuroughbred, his golden coat aflame in the dying sunset, his white teeth framing his face. Patiently he waited for the master's answer, and watched Nuri with an uncontained greed in his eyes. He knew she was his best deal yet, oh yes.

--Is not always what is Truth.

For;; Captian/Pink Rose.
Word Count;;
Muse Level;;
Comments;; I am SO SO SO sorry for the waits Kniperz! Your posts are getting much better by the way!

['Sanura]

FINISHED!!!!!!!!!

[Pink Rose]

Captain rolled his eyes at the neogoiated. This stallion was on his nerves. He gave a snort of displeasure, making it clear, that he was to help himself. The stallion looked over the mare, his heart melting. The poor slave. Captain may appear cold-hearted, but he was like any other horse. He frowned, and his eyes seemed to melt, from their icy cold stare to nothing more then pools of amber mud.

"Wake up dear, you're all right. You'll be out of here soon." Captain's voice was soft, and a whisper as well. As soon as his eyes left her, they glazed over with more ice. He stared at the stallion, hoping maybe they'd back off. Clearly, she was his. "I'm taking her. But I hope you know, none of your words made me decide that. Now. Back. Off." Captain snorted and gave a quick step forward, and turned around to make sure the mare was okay.

The white ghost stallion wondered why such a horse was a slave. Even though it looked like he was mean and cruel, he was against slavery. But he used it anyway. Captain was confused, a lot of times. He stared down at her, his eyes melting slower then usual, but maybe it was because he was so impatient with this mare. Why wouldn't she just get up? But he realized it was hard to get up if you were fainted.

The stallion's coat was silver, like a diamond, he glistened when the sunlight hit his coat. His mane is as white as snow, blending with the silver, but not quite enough to say they were the same color. His eyes were amber mud pools, and they seemed to be so sticky. Sometimes when he look into his eyes, it's hard to stop looking. The scar on his stomach was a bright pink, from when he'd been in a little fight. Or big.

Even if Captain wanted to speak, it was caught in his throat. But he wanted her to get up on her own, she needed to, to prove she's something worth it to him. Maybe she wouldn't be a total loss, maybe he wouldn't curse her. Maybe he'd race her, she'd be famous, and so would he! Captain would then let her go, when he'd had enough fame. The white snow stallion looked down at her, his eyes seemed to be begging her to wake.