Everything and Nothing // S L A V E

[dallan]

The fear that filled her nares was something she didn't think she'd ever be able to imagine. Many tried to hide that emotion, but it was obvious their efforts had been futile. Dallan pranced foward on thin limbs, trying to dance her way away from the place she was being brought to. She knew what this meant. She knew that by coming here, and by being put into one of these pens, it was going to be the end of her life as she knew it. Even though she hadn't had a good life before, she knew it would be nothing compared to what was about to happen to her, and the spirit that always kindled softly within her heart, and within her soul, was slowly awakening. If she fought hard enough she thought, she hoped, that there was some slim chance of no one wanting her. But it could go the other way as well. They may want her for her fire and her defiance. But that wasn't something she wanted either. Maybe if she played the too weak to do anything card. She figured they'd see right through that anyway and beat the life out of her anyway. She was a slave. They could do whatever they wanted to her.


The petite mare's beauty showed through the bloodied cuts upon her moonwashed pelt, through the dust and the dirt, and the emaciation that had overwhelmed her as she wandered through the deserts. She had hoped that she would have died out there, for that would have been better than the fate that lay before her now. The rope around her dished dial was cutting into her tender skin, and she tossed her crown up and down to try and relieve the pressure. Nothing was working. She squealed softly as she was pulled harshly forward, and almost landed upon her knees on the ground. The ones around her just sent out their laughter, and she felt herself becoming embarrassed. Embarrassed for what? For being pulled too hard and almost landing upon her face? She shook her dial defiantly and finally gave up. She gave the act of going willingly. That wasn't her, especially not now. She acted shy and quiet when they had first brought her, for she knew her next actions would surprise them. Her intelligence helped her, and she used it as a craft for her escape. If she could escape.


Dallan suddenly leaned back on her haunches, throwing her hindquarters beneath her so that her hind hooves were digging into the ground. It was at the exact moment that they had stepped over a larger root within the ground, and her own feet became lodged within it. The ones dragging her trumpeted their rage, and she was flogged and beaten until she could barely stand. Dallan stumbled forward, now with two more behind her and the three in the front once more. She started pulled against the bindings though, for the pens were visible in the distance. She reared up in defiance, her spirit finally showing through. The scars upon her underbelly caught her captors eyes, but she ignored the glares. They yanked and they pulled, pushing and biting. She was prancing forward and finally shoved into a tight area of space, with bars up over her height. She was released within the pen, and she didn't dare stay still. She began bucking and squealing, using what little energy she had left in her decrepid body to free herself from this prison. Her mother had told her nothing was impossible. Impossible was nothing. She had a willing heart, and she had the hope left within her. She couldn't let herself be succumbed to this treatment. She wanted out of here, and she wanted out of here now. Anytime a potential master came before her pen, she bared her teeth and pinned her auds, doing anything she could to make them not want her. But it only made them laugh. Was that all this was to them? The ruining of innocent lives was just a joke? She snorted. They could wake up from their sleepfilled nights with happiness towards the next day. She would never wake up from this nightmare. Never.

[//.Jazzy]

Demon walked through the action rock. 'Pitiful' He thought of some of these mares. Coming across a mare who was currently trying to escape his interest peaked. Walking up to her he shook his chestnut head. "Well hello" He said in a friendly voice. He decided to take the friendly approach this time. "And what is your name Miss" He said with a light smile playing on his maw. He looked at her scarred body but he could see the beauty.

[zoe]

Freyja wandered into the fields once again, eyes peeled for a new catch. Her enormous body towered over even the stallions, and the crowd parted before her like a hot knife through butter. She was in a truly foul mood that day, and she was aiming to let everyone know it. A hellion had challenged her for her land: though he had run, she was left with a desire to prove herself to someone... anyone.

A glimmer of white peeked out from between the browns and blacks, and she made her way towards it. The mare she found at the end was petite, and Freyja could see that she had not led a good life. The fae was scarred and emaciated. Freyja snorted, and shook her copper mane. There was a brute beside her already, but he was nothing beside Freyja's raw power. If she wanted this femme, Freyja knew she could get her... and she did want her.

She reared and let out a short, sharp call before thudding heavily back to earth. Better to give a strong first impression, than fight to gain one later. She shoved the steed away with her shoulder, and peered down at the mare. "Were you speaking to that brute, Miss?" She asked, not caring much for the answer. She could see that she wasn't.

[dallan]

She had never been "owned" before, and she wasn't ready to accept that now. Any master that came her way would be treated like the dirt beneath her hooves, and she didn't know what punishment she would recieve for it, but it would be worth showing them that she was a fighter. That she would do anything to let them know how much she hated them, and hated this life. Everything had gone well until she was born, to be perfectly honest. Her mother and her father had been happily excited to learn that they were going to have their first foal in the coming months, and they knew that they would be good parents. Her mother's ebony pelt contrasted her father's moonwashed color, but it was obvious which one the filly had inherited. But the moment she was born, and the moment her sire had seen how small and almost lifeless she was, he wanted nothing to do with her. There was no way that he could ever father a filly that was that weak, and that small. He wanted to kill her at his feet there, and she had watched with widened orbs as he reared up over her, threatening with his trumpeting call. But her mother had stepped in then, as well as the rest of the herd. She was alive now. Didn't that count for anything?


Dallan was a fighter since the moment her legs unfolded and she was standing upon the long, gangly limbs. She couldn't go that far without needing a rest, but her strength had slowly come to her with her mother's patience and the herd's encrouagement. Her father was the only negative one in her life, as well as the other foals that were born around her. She came back to her mother with more cuts and more wounds upon her than she could make excuses for. She always brushed it off as being clumsy, and her mother couldn't prove otherwise. Dallan was becoming physically strong, but her mind and her fighting spirit were finally leaving her. Her mother knew that the day of her daughter's death was fast approaching, and she knew she had to get Dallan out of here. So after the filly had turned a year old, her mother told her that she needed to run, and run far and fast. Dallan knew why, and with her last words shared with her mother, the yearling turned tail and fled across the desert.


She came back to reality when she heard her father's thunderous hoofbeats behind her. No. She couldn't think like that here. She couldn't lose herself in her nightmares when she was living in one now. Shaking her dial angrily, she looked up and was suddenly aware of a chestnut stallion in front of her. He was staring at her as if she was a piece of art, as if she was something inanimate and didn't have any feelings in the world. Her eyes narrowed angrily, and she turned her face so that only her left eye was visible. The right one was a cerulean shade, clouded over with a veil that didn't allow her to see from it. She was frightened that she would become completely blind, and then no one would have a use for her. But she couldn't think like that either. Clamping her tail down tightly, for she had just reached the age where she would come into heat, she pinned her auds straight back against her dial and sent him a warning glare. Backing up, she finally stopped when her back end collided with the metal bars.


Hearing his words, she was angry that he was trying to be nice to her. Any horse coming here to claim a slave was not kind. She was smarter than that, and he obviously didn't think so. "Go away." She snapped in response, and then became aware of a larger mare strutting her way over as if she owned the world. Dallan's eyes filled with a passionate hate, and it seemed that such a small mare couldn't possibly feel that way. But she did. Towards both of them. As the draft horse tried to take command, she snorted and bared her teeth defiantly. "I don't want to speak to either of you, so you can leave. I'll never go with you, or him. You're wasting your time." She spat out furiously, hoping they would take the hint and just leave. She was too unruly to handle. That's what she was trying to prove to them both.

[solyss]

Ok, so he had gotten used to this place with all of its desecrated 'goodness'. Somehow he'd been able to find more than what he was looking for. It was odd, the whole concept didn't really add up when he thought about it, so he didn't bother give himself a headache. He was familiar with his path, walking back and forth...then back again, allowing his eyes only to stop when something really caught his interest. His deep mahogany chassis was moving with ease down the line again, seeing if he'd missed something earlier, or if something new had come up. His ears pricked before his eyes had the chance to catch a glimpse of the goings on ahead of him.

He saw two masters, a large draft female, and a smaller dusty male, standing near a pen containing what appeared to be another battered slave, her pallid coat scattered with bright pink lines. Surely he wouldn't find interest, but he was moving closer just to have a better look. He came within earshot just as the enslaved one told the others to 'go away'...at which point he stopped, presumably close enough to be noticed, but not really imposing himself quite yet. Her eyes...his own were drawn to her gaze...they were filled so completely with fire, it licked into her lenses from the depths of her soul, completely shattering her appearance as 'just another slave'. He continued walking, though stopped again before getting much farther than five yards or so away. He made his presence known, his expression was stoic and unreadable although his mind was sparked with intrigue.

The creature was being crowded by the other two, so he didn't feel he needed to add much more to that. But, it was obvious that he wasn't about to sit around and watch her get carted away. His nostrils flared slightly, then closed upon exhalation, producing a low, short snort, just to ensure that he wasn't to be ignored completely. He wasn't planning to compete for a slave, he didn't need slaves, he needed horses. This, the young haggard thing, was a horse with more to offer than to be a toy for some sadistic mind. True, his own mind was sadistic, but with reason, why go around creating useless chaos? What effect does it have to flaunt power with nothing to back it up? He cared not. His earthy eyes locked upon the mare's gaze, speaking without words with the subtle spark and knowing behind his cold,harsh lenses.

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[//.Jazzy]

Demon flattened his ears against his head. Calming himself he walked toward her with grace but unlike her he didn't walk like he owned the place fore he didn't. Coming up next to the mare he ignored the bigger mare. "I am sorrry to interrupt you i would only like to know your name really" He said kindly. It was true he could be cruel but most of the time he was a kind hearted master.

[zoe]

My orbs slitted as I listened closely to the mare's words. What power did this brat think she had over me? She was slave, I was Master. And not only was she a slave, she was a tiny, battered one, left to her own defenses in a forgotten pen. The fae's alabaster coat was marred by a veritable maze of scars, and my eyes traveled along them hypnotically. She backed against the fences of the cage, and her eyes burned with a fiery anger as she viewed me. From my angle and lofty vantage point, I could see the glazed opalescence of her right eye: the poor femme was blind. It struck a deep chord in my rigid heart.

But what was this? Another hellion was sidling up to this already crowded trio. I backed away from the vix in order to examine him better. I would estimate his size as 16 or so hands, and he was some kind of a cross. The look in his pools was unique and slightly frightening: bored, with a touch of appraising interest. I didn't know quite what to think of him, but I could easily detect the stern fixation of his stature. This hellion was probably not going to leave without the little damsel who stood before us. Speaking of whom...

I turned back to the petty fae, and watched her closely before opening my jaws to speak. "Watch your mouth, slave. Don't expect to get away with telling a Master what they are and are not doing." My oculars burned in my skull, and my tail flicked arrogantly behind me. The fool. And what to do about that useless second stallion? I could chase him away, but he seemed like the persistent type. "You, brute. What do you want with a slave? If you are looking for friends, you should try the playground. A kind Master does not a respectful slave make. We don't need you around to teach this girl rebellion." I snorted, and stepped back to watch the events unfold. The newer, more challenging hessian would surely make himself better known soon.

[//.Jazzy]

Demon chuckled at the larger mare. "You're right if i wanted friends i would go to the playground but obvously i dont want friends" He looked at her as she stepped back. " She looks rebellous enough already i doubt i could teach her rebellion" He was playing it cool but deep inside he was brimming with anger at the stupid mares replies. "And as for you i asked your name do not make me repeat it" He said in a gruff voice his anger clearly being released on the poor slave infront of him. His tail flicked in irratation that this oversized mare just came barging in and knocked him out of the way literaly. He glared lightly at both the slave and the master mare.

Looking around Demon noticed another stallion coming to join them. Demon sighed. 'wonderful' He thought rolling his dark chocolate eyes. He looked sky ward at the blue sky and watched as a lazy cloud passed by. Turning his attention again to the stallion coming his way he braced himself for another fight wether it be physical or verbal.

[dallan]

If either of them thought that she was going to go quietly, they were sadly mistaken. Right now, she had decided to let them battle it out, for watching them bicker like foals was amusing in itself. The mare seemed like the type that needed everything to go her way, or she was going to do something to change it. Dallan figured that that was a good quality to have to be a leader, but it was no way to win the "ownership" of the slave in front of her. Dallan would battle her hoof and mouth if it came down to it. She might only stand at fifteen three, but she was definitely full of spite and malice. She was going to fight no matter who took her, and they would see and think that maybe this fae, this slave, was not worth their time. She wanted them to grow tired of her, she wanted them to hate her. Maybe then they would want nothing to do with her. Dallan pinned her auds flat against her dial, watching them both as they fought back and forth. Rolling her orbs, she made sure she kept her dial turned away, feigning interest in something other then them. But she was listening to every word they said while hiding her useless eye. She didn't want them thinking that she was incapable of funtioning correctly.


Shaking her finely chiseled dial, her good eye suddenly came in contact with the arrival of yet another apparent Master, of another potential buyer. She wanted no part of this anymore. Raising her dial in defiance and spirit, she backed up even further, bunching her haunches beneath her to get further away from the trio that stood outside the pen. But the newcomer was different, and he peaked her interest. It wasn't like she had a choice of who she was going with. Or did she? She had to admit that this new stallion was intriguing, and as his orbs found her only working one, she stared straight back into his gaze. Most slaves would back down from the look of a master. But not Dallan. She had never been a slave before, and she didn't know how any of this worked, or how she was supposed to behave exactly. SHe just knew she was supposed to have the utmost respect for potential Masters. That wasn't going to happen. Snorting, she shook her small crown and then gazed back at the new arrival.


He didn't demand anything of her right away like the other two had, and she was getting a feeling, or something from him. It was like he was telling her that she was going to be alright. That was ridiculous. It was just another plot to gain her services, her loyalty. She was loyal to no one but herself. Regaining her fire and her spirit, she bared her ivories in his direction as well, narrowing her eyes and flattening her auds to let him know he was just like the others. She wasn't going to trust him, and she wasn't going to go with him. She'd rather rot away in this pen than have a home with any one of them. As the fae's words filled her sensitive ears, she looked over at her, not intimidated in the least. What was she going to do? Hit her? Dallan was numb enough already to not feel any pain. She heard the first stallion's question first, and she shook her dial again. "It seems unfair to give my name when I know none of yours. What a shame." She snapped and then was aware of the mare's condescending and angry vocals. "You are no Master of mine, so I reserve the right to speak in anyway that I see fit. You expect me to bow at your feet, to kiss the ground you walk on. I am not going to bend to your wishes, no matter how important you think you are." Dallan was pushing it, she knew. But she was going to show them all that she was not worth their time. If it got her beaten, then so be it. Let them. Hearing the sudden snap and loss of cool from the first male stallion, she regarded him cooly. "That's certainly the way to gain my response." She spoke calmly, and the eyed the last arrival of Masters. Wasn't he going to put his view point in? Wasn't he going to yell at her for her insubordinance as well? Dallan was smaller than them, yes. But that didn't mean she couldn't hold her own. She was different than all of the other slaves around them all.

[solyss]

He stood with a steady glare until his mind was jolted into the tick of the wasted moments passing by. He glanced over at the other two, who were just standing around flapping their tongues. Well, were they just going to stand around or do something? It would be best, however, for them to take the mare's advice and leave now...His copper frame had begun moving toward the others once more, harks settled toward the iced words of the pallid female, causing him to smirk slightly to himself with the fleeting moment. Now, lets see what these two creatures think their doing loitering around like dead-beat weeds, shouldn't they be off finding something a little more broken down to haul back to whatever terrain they claimed to rule? Hmm...he eyed them, getting a few yards away, his gaze seeking both of the others, settling on the large females for a few seconds, before taking a lazy scan of the rest of the area.


The flick of his tail created a sharp, swishing noise, and seemed to fit with his current, mildly irritated mood. Sure, the weather was warm, but the flies didn't take much mercy. His head gave a slight nod in acknowledgment before his vocals began to slip between his velvet kissers. " Well, this looks like a fun little party...are we just standing around, or do you two have actual business in imposing upon this creature? " He asked to the masters, his voice smooth and indifferent. Without wasting but a few more moments of time, his lips drew apart again. " I'd best suggest that you move this along elsewhere, as I have business of my own that would best go uninterrupted. " With this his gaze slowly passed over the two horses, his tone had an eerie edge to it. His tolerance for wasting time or energy was nearly nonexistent, so If one of them was going to have a royal hissy fit over this mare, then they'd better get it over with now so he could deal with it properly..

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[zoe]

I snorted, delicate nares flaring. d*mn that brute. He was cool and collected, and he didn't make a fool out of himself like I had. I could fight for this girl, but she clearly did not want to go with me - and I already had Cyclone. Who wanted to deal with another crazy rebellious fae anyway? I almost chuckled aloud. I could just see the two of them, heads bent close together, nickering about how absolutely horrible I was.

But, I was not trying to put together a herd of slaves who hated me. I needed slaves who would actually be pleased that I was a fairly kind master. I sighed, and opened my maw to reply to the chestnut hessian.

"Brute, I was planning on taking this mare home with me. That useless scrap of horseflesh there was in my way. But I will gladly step aside and permit you to claim her.. better you than me to fight him." My head tossed to the side, indicating Demontor. "I wish you luck with her."

And I turned tail and walked away.

[//.Jazzy]

Demontor grinned as the mare called him useless. Shaking his head as she walked away he turned to the other brute. "I do believe i had business here first so be a good little boy and run along." He said like he was talking to a child. He took a step closer to the mare stating to the other stallion that the mare was his. He snorted and stood up to his full height. He arched his neck slightly and stood infront of the slave. "She's going with me" He said in a dangerously low tone.

[solyss]

The largest of the creatures his eyes had since played upon began to speak, drawing his attention away from the alpine hues fae. Now, though this master was still one that he would not consider himself to 'like'; her words had at least sparked something of respect toward her decision. She was the first of these mindless fools to actually think through the actions that could take place from here, and she had made a wise choice. This little brute, on the other hand, was walking into an inferno of which would burn his little ass to the point of no recognition.

He nodded toward the large mare, a sharp, small motion as he listened to the brute. His gaze didn't bother with the male, straying back to the enslaved. Dammit, he was not here to 'claim' a being as if it were an object, he was here to build upon his strengthening herd. It was obvious that the other male was shopping around, and too He understood why the brute was drawn to this lovely creature. The sad truth was that He, too, ha already made the decision to put forth his best attempted to persuade the fae to come with him, thus, it was her choice whether or not she would follow...

" I believe- " he voiced to no one in particular " That is it her choice whether or not she wants to join you. " His gaze flared, locking onto the male with cold ferocity. " And, if you have a problem with that, then I have a problem with you....and I will take care of such a problem accordingly. " His voice, though calm, had taken on the edge of a threat, letting the brute taste the very tip of what he might be up against. All the while, the copper hellion did not move toward the fae, did not move at all, for his energy was already beginning to warm up to what he was expecting...if this brute wanted a beating, which was the way is was looking, then He would feel quite obliged to 'help him out' with that.

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[dallan]

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