[OPEN] I dreamed I was missing...

[Booda]

[OOC: Open to one person, first come first serve. If you'd like to do a thread with my charrie and you're not the first to find this thread, drop me a message. Also, please note the following: Pandora has a bad fear of stallions. This is my first thread with her on Sobibor, so please take that into mind. I don't have a mini plot in mind for her yet, so try if your charrie is a stallion, please don't make this too traumatic for her. Thankies! And this is short because I have to go to bed soon.]

Black ears flicked back and forth, listening carefully for any sign of danger. If anyone came close, Pandora would know it. She grazed peacefully in the meadow now as she prepared to continue her search for a new home. After she'd been separated from her herd by a rough stallion, she could never quite find the perfect place to call home.

Finally she lifted her head to look up to the sun. It was mid day and the warm rays were shining on her pearly black coat. If she wanted to find a place to stay she'd have to keep moving. So with the flick of her long tail Pandora started walking. She only made it about ten feet before she stopped, her attention on something off in the distance. It was a bird, flying over the mountains surrounding the meadow. Secretly Pandora was fearing that the bird would come overhead. It wouldn't hurt her, she knew. But just the thought of it flying over her, and the possibility of it leaving it's white liquidy mark on her velvet coat scared her.

[misty]

Seryph

^{The crisp smell of winter filled the mare's nostrils. She blew the air out in a big puff of white steam. Snow crunched under her hooves as she walked through the meadow. The sky was clear that day, and golden sunshine touched her gray coat, giving it the appearance of silver. Today would be good, she could feel it in the sun's warmth.}

"Mother!"

Seryph swung her head around. Her son, Totem's Ghost, had called out her name several times during the trip, and each time she turned around to look. She understood his wonder and excitement; this was his first winter.

"What is it, dear?"

"Look what I can do with the fluff!"

"Snow, dear," Ryph corrected him, but she knew he wasn't listening. Ghost was kicking up the snow so that it flew through the air to land on his chestnut back. Laughing with glee every time it landed on him, he began a series of bucks and rears to throw even more of the soft flakes into the air. Seryph smiled at his revelry, but nickered softly to let him know that they had to keep going. It was her plan to show him all the meadow today, and to explain its purpose - unknown to any master. Any master but Seryph, the slave-turned-leader. She had lived the slave's life, and the femme wanted to be sure that her son would understand what a slave went through, to make him a kinder, better master.

Ghost's father was a good master compared to most, but he still did not know what slavery was like. Seryph wanted any slave Ghost claimed to be treated firmly, but kindly - the way she had so often wished to be treated. Ryph understood the hierarchy of Sobibor, and knew that slaves had their place, but some master's acted as if the tiniest show of kindness would kill them. It disgusted her what some would just to appease themselves.

Sighing, she turned back to her child. It was times like these when she was the most grateful for him. His carefree life had a calming affect on her, and watching him made her forget all the responsibilities she had. Closing her eyes, she whispered five words that summed up her love for her son.

"I love you, Totem's Ghost."[/sup][/center]