Post by starlingshour on Jul 9, 2009 13:27:21 GMT -5
The rabicano marekicked up her heels as she ran into auction rock. The silver on her hide sparkled in the morning sun. She was glad to be away from all that death and despair which she had left behind. Her eyes were pools of excitement and her tail flicked happily at the warmth of the new day.
Two brute guards snickered as they came on either side of her. They pushed her forward toward the rock in the center of Horse Head Field. She smiled at them for this was not uncommon for her to be pushed around like this by males; she actually liked it a bit. The mare liked to feel the two bodies against her own skin. Slipping as she was pushed up on the rock she caught her balence in what looked like a graceful movement. Now was her time to shine, she posed for the males who gathered below batting her long eye lashes at them. A giggle as soft as the wind came from her maw as she seen a few start to druel. Oh what fun it was to play with male minds!
"This one is perfect for all you males out there! Some very tempting nights will come from this one."
The guard began to yell off her assets to the hungry that waited below. There eyes lit up as the guard moved from one quality to the next. What silly brutes, she thought. She couldn't wait to see their faces as the guard called out the last one.
"This mare also comes with a guarentee of less waiting than others of her 'type'. For this mare, this pretty little thing is not fertile and cannot produce any foals."
Vintage winked at the crowd as her last quality was called. Some left, but others were quite entranced in their own little fantisies about her. Looking for closely at the crowd now Vintage could see that their were only a few handsome stallions out there. This displeased her more than you would know. 'Oh well, either way I'll get what I want.' A smile flickered on her face as she seen another being drawn into the crowd. Would this be the one who would take her home?
"We will start the bidding at 600. Do I hear 600? Ok good, 700? Seven hundred anyone?...."
Vintage had learned to tune out the noise that the auctioneers make and was still looking at that far off figure. 'Who is that?' She thought while turning her neck in graceful arch.
ooc: Not my best, but will get better!
Two brute guards snickered as they came on either side of her. They pushed her forward toward the rock in the center of Horse Head Field. She smiled at them for this was not uncommon for her to be pushed around like this by males; she actually liked it a bit. The mare liked to feel the two bodies against her own skin. Slipping as she was pushed up on the rock she caught her balence in what looked like a graceful movement. Now was her time to shine, she posed for the males who gathered below batting her long eye lashes at them. A giggle as soft as the wind came from her maw as she seen a few start to druel. Oh what fun it was to play with male minds!
"This one is perfect for all you males out there! Some very tempting nights will come from this one."
The guard began to yell off her assets to the hungry that waited below. There eyes lit up as the guard moved from one quality to the next. What silly brutes, she thought. She couldn't wait to see their faces as the guard called out the last one.
"This mare also comes with a guarentee of less waiting than others of her 'type'. For this mare, this pretty little thing is not fertile and cannot produce any foals."
Vintage winked at the crowd as her last quality was called. Some left, but others were quite entranced in their own little fantisies about her. Looking for closely at the crowd now Vintage could see that their were only a few handsome stallions out there. This displeased her more than you would know. 'Oh well, either way I'll get what I want.' A smile flickered on her face as she seen another being drawn into the crowd. Would this be the one who would take her home?
"We will start the bidding at 600. Do I hear 600? Ok good, 700? Seven hundred anyone?...."
Vintage had learned to tune out the noise that the auctioneers make and was still looking at that far off figure. 'Who is that?' She thought while turning her neck in graceful arch.
ooc: Not my best, but will get better!
