Freyja versus the Cyclone

[zoe]

Freyja stepped quickly through the woods, liftering her hooves high to avoid the abundant underbrush. She went a round-about way, taking many detours through the forest in an effort to confuse the mare following her. If Cyclone was unsure of the way to anywhere, perhaps she would not run.

But she was certain this mare was wondering, somewhere deep down, whether Freyja had been telling the truth about being kind. And Freyja did want to help this mare - although she had lost her temper and struck out at her already, she certainly had no intention of doing it again.

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

I followed the stench of my new master through her lands. It was as if she was trying to confuse me but I was the least bit amused or confused. Thoughts jounced about lightly with each graceful step.

Where is this mare taking me? God, this is pissing me off! Where the hell am I?

I let out an angry snort by forcing the carbon dioxide through my nares. My whipcord lashed and as we drew into an open area the sun caught my flame colored pelt. Anger festered within my belly and soon I kicked out savagly with my back ebon flints. Then I stood still and refused to move. If I could I would have growled angrily but being an equine I couldn't. I glared angrily at the mare as I slid my legs a little farther apart to brave myself for anything as the challenge roared within my optics. This mare had gotten herself way in over her head. All ready I could tell there were no stags around so what was I to fear. Absolutely nothing.

[zoe]

{OOC: trying first person out for size. ^^}

I whipped about quickly, eyeing the mare before me furiously. Everything about her spoke of a challenge; the way she stood, the way her eyes glinted into mine with a cold ahrd stare. This young fae truly knew how to get on my nerves.

I considered her carefully, tail whipping through the air. My auds pricked forward, and my nares fluttered as I tried to smell Cyclone's emotions. It wasn't hard to see that she was angry and defiant, but perhaps there was a touch of fear there as well... no.

I opened my maw to discipline the fae before me.

"Mare, you do not wish to make me angry. I am your Mistress now. I can do with you as I like... I know what you are thinking. But I can, and I will. I will not tolerate disobedience from my slaves." I puncuated my words with the occasional angry whinney, hoping to get my point across.

[hero]

Cyclone
All Roses Have Thorns

Her words filtered in sharp as my audits parried their attack. I looked to her with angered optics as I stood my ground firmly. Her threats were light but I knew I could easily be battered around by her large form. My flame colored frame was smaller than her large one and I had to look up just to talk to her. My stance relaxed slightly but the fire still burned in my belly as I brought my legs closer underneath me.

My vocals were silent for once as I trod a pace forward. My banner swung about lightly yet suddenly whipped out and slapped my rump. Nares flared angrily as I waited for her to respond in turn. I was not in the mood for idle chat and my body was exhausted from the day. A life as a slave was not easy and every once in a while it took its tole on the body. Today was that day for me so I was useless in a fight. Already my chest was throbbing from her hitting me but all of my masters had done that before. Maybe she was no different. Just an abusive master if triggered wrong.