Circle Of Life [Ressie]

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Cherokee Rose

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~ It was always the same, constant reliving her past; making it her present, her future. Cherokee Rose stood in a small enclosure, it seemed like a second home to her coming here. The spaces were always the same, dirty and reeking of a untraceable stench. She accepted that this was her life, she just didn't embrace it. She could change this, make her life worth living. She would change it, pain and suffering was no issue facing her. She would get her freedom, or die trying.

- Figure stood, nape arched up, looking out. It's mocha pools slowly rotated, scanning it's surroundings. It was in an enclosure, made of weather-worn wood. The barriers a dull tan color, bleached by the bright sun. No trees existed in the area, shade was a privilege, a rarity. The shapes banner rose, a growing mountain of an inky hill. Thin strands of hair breaking away from the formation, hanging in the little breeze provided. The blazing inferno was at its peak, light infecting all. The blaze caused the figure coat to shimmer, shine. It was a rusty color, bay with snow-white and coal black strands mixed in. She appeared a roan, if gazed from upon a distance. Her blood-lines ran true and clear, pure Arabian. Its expression solid, expressionless. The muddy ground it stood on collided with its coat, clumps of dirt disrupting its solid black pillars.

+ I was growing tired, I longed to shut out the world and sleep. Reality wouldn't let me, it is a force I can't control under my role as a slave. Slave, the word repulsed me. I wanted to get sick when I heard it, sometimes I wanted to be deaf. Live in my own private silence, away from the orders, commands, and yelling of my masters. I hated them, wanted them to die a gruesome and painful death. I wanted then to trade places with me and see how it feels, understand what it's like to be looked down upon. Not understand why you were treated so unfairly when you were equals, but most of all I want them to feel the pain I feel. Not even the abuse pain, the emotional pain of knowing you were once free. That you could have lived a happy life, but are now forced into slavery.

~ She snorted, a dark gleam filled her eyes. Her harks were pressed back, a sly grin covered her jet-black maw. Rose looked sneaky, appeared to be thinking terrible thoughts. Silvery hooves stomping in the mud, dirt flying everywhere. She covered herself more, smearing the goo around. She wanted to get dirty, she wished not to be purchased. Leave this life of chains, cry out and buck and rear. Let the onslaught begin, let the guards come and feel her fury, let the masters try to take her down. She wanted the attenuation, she wanted them to see her irritation and anger.

-Figure jumping now, kicking out into the stiff air. Shrill screams escaping from its jaws, the thirst for pain in its darting orbs. Others were hurrying now, galloping to its side. They tried to stop it, settle it down. The creature would take none of it, it continued on its rampage. It reared and bucked, lashed and bit. It did anything and everything to injure its enslavers. It also felt the blows returned, kicks edging closer to its side. Finally one hit, square in the center of it's flank. The figure screams rose higher, not from pain, but from fury. Now it was chained, the had managed to get one on its back leg. When the creature had reared up they had snagged it. The figure was not covered with the mud, a dull brown mess.

+ I was beyond pissed, I was over my boiling point. I was now laying on the cold ground, but what did that matter. I had shown them, expressed some of my pain,they only caught a glimpse. They knew nothing of my hate, they would one day. A watched from below the other equines, a usual spot for me. An caller quickly ran up, beginning the bid before I went off again. They just wanted me of their hands, they wanted me gone before it happened again. To bad for them, it would be quite a show. So I waited, waited for some mindless brute to claim me. They were all the same, master thinking they could force me into obedience my pain and threats. That meant nothing to me, even my life was just an item to place up for bet.


ooc: Sorry it's not great I am trying to get used to this style of posting. I hope it's alright with you. I know it's kinda confusing, I might just quit it...not sure yet.

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[Resolution]

Demon

When you run out of payment there are several things you can do. Many choose to become part-time slave traders and earn more to spend on slaves. Others search the human ruins in hope that by chance they may find something in the already scoured through buildings. And then there are those who decide to cheat. Demon was not a particularly lusty stallion and unlike some masters he had met before, he did not yearn for a mare's company every night. If there was anyone who knew him well, they would be surprised if they ever heard about him wandering into the Love and Lust Fields in the early morning but trust me, his intentions were mismatched with many of the other horses and wolves there.

I will not digress from our main story here and describe the events that took place there but I will tell you this- Demon went into the fields alone and came out with a particularly cheerful and light-hearted young mare, eager to talk and chat from dawn till dusk. Her name was Burria and from what Demon had gathered, she was from outside Sobibor and didn't have any friends or relations inside these lands. As they wandered up the dusty road leading the Horse Head Field, they looked like quite the charming couple. She roared with laughter at her own joke while Demon chuckled lightly beside her but the reality wasn't as plain as this. With every passing second with Burria, he felt like smashing her head in more and more. How could she be so incredibly naive and thick-headed? It was more than baffling, it was like a miracle! How could a filly be born so incredibly stupid that they came out like her?

Demon gave Burria a toothy grin and although he was quite clearly tense with anger and was restraining himself, she responded with her own unbearably large smile. He wanted to be rid of her. If there wasn't at least a decent horse at Auction Rock today then he would not hesitate in breaking her skull as soon as they were out of sight. In fact he almost wanted there to be no good horses just so that he could savour those few short moments when he snuffed out her life.

They had barely taken a few steps inside the field when Burria began to squeal in delight. Demon held back a growl and began searching the cages for any quick buys so he could be over with this but seeing as there were no decent horses, he started forwards again always with Burria a few paces behind.

Oh Demon! Do you think you could buy me a grooming slave? I've always wanted someone who could groom my mane...

Demon fought back the urge to kick out at her and continued onwards hoping that she would think the cries of pained horses had drowned out her incessant warbling. It was then he heard the loud whinnies and cries of a rearing horse. From his position he could not see much of the actual happenings but the sound told the whole story. The orders of the slave traders and the clink of chains became more frenzied and suddenly there came the sound of hoof against flank and it was like all chaos had broken loose. Demon trotted forwards at a more rapid pace to the dismay of Burria who cried out in protest.

Surely, you can't be thinking about buying that one Demon? He would rebel and cause havoc! Are you thinking about buying that horse for my grooming slave?

The irony of her words almost made him chuckle slightly to her bewilderment but callow as she was, she followed still as they finally caught sight of the slave who had caused so much damage. Demon couldn't help but feel slightly surprised that it was a mare who had rebelled but he was not one to discriminate when it came to power. He had met many a mare who had put up more than worthy fights before and their lack of male hormones meant that when it came to fighting they went into the battle a lot more clear-headed.

It took him a few seconds to take in the sight before him and as he saw the various slave traders walking away wearily, his mind was decided. He quickly trotted forwards though he kept his distance, still wary of what this arabian might be capable of. "What's your name and how many years have you seen, mare?" He grunted. The slave traders and Burria looked up at him in astonishment but none made any attempt to stop him. Burria was stunned beyond words while the slave traders would have done anything to be rid of her.

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Cherokee Rose

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~ She waited, time slowed to a stop. Picturing herself free, she had finally broken from the chains that held her. She had fought her way out, she would return though. She would go back for the others, save them all. She would risk her freedom, she felt guilty for staying free when she had the chance to let them escape. It would be difficult, but she would try. Then she came back to reality. She was still lying in her pen. Still covered with cold mud, its tempter seeping into and sucking out all the warmth she had while dreaming. Now she was cold, shivering slightly; she longed to get up but couldn't. She was tied down, chains holding her to the ground. The bruise where she had been kicked was molting, turning to a green-yellow-purple color. What a pretty sight it would be, such a colorful marker.

- Figure stayed almost completely still only movement the shallow breathing of its chest and the timely blink of her pools. It was masked in brown, almost completely covered in the goo. Coat unrecognizable, it was a ghost. Dished face only marker of its origin. Bruise forming, a shiner for sure. The figure made no movements, looked exhausted, but calm. Accepting to its situation, but a gleam in its pools hinted toward another rampage. Another fury expression, the figure was waiting.

+ I was sick and tired of this. Couldn't they at least lift me up? The cold was like another bow to me, but a hit at my bones. I didn't mind the dirt; it was a price I was willing to pay. I may have deserved it, but that was from a point-of-view not my own. I wondered when this would end, if a master would choose me or if I would have to stay here. Maybe after a day they would let me up. I doubt they would let me wash off, but at least I would be able to stand. Now I wanted to get taken, act like a good little slave for a bit, then go off. They would have fun with me; I could be a sole entertainer. The Master would probably use me in the games for fighting. I enjoyed fighting; it let me have a way to get rid of my anger towards them. Even though it still held, I would always hate masters.

~ She was now watching. A brute was approaching her. Grand and highly thought of, he was full of himself. Stood with a smaller mare, she looked completely annoyed and shocked. Good, the brute did something to surprise the mare. She was glad, all the Masters and their mates deserved nothing. She actually found it interesting that the brute did this to a mate. At least he caused one pain, he seemed happy about it. Pleased that he wasn’t making this mare happy. Rose was as well, happiness was a treat. It was worth fighting for. She would fight for it to, let herself be claimed and then show her true feelings.

- Figure watched the pair, they were taller than it. It was still where it lay on the ground. Fence forming a high prison over it, around it. The approached posse looked down upon it. The male surveying it while the female just watched blankly. Suddenly the male began to speak, watching the figure. Figure pricked its harks, listening. It showed no immediate signs of response. It took its time, lay waste to all urgency. It let the Master simmer, waiting for a quick response that an obedient slave would give. The figure was not that, it showed no care for the rules. Pools staring down the pair, grin forming slowly on the inky maw.

+ I studied the two. The stallion was huge, much taller than my 14. 3 hh. He was at least 17 hands. The mare was around 15 hh, taller then her but still short in comparison to the brute. He was also a majority black, such a common color. He had required her age and name, no questions or kindness about it. Masters always though of themselves as better then slaves. They were equal and yet I was being treated as dirt. Well, I would reply in good time. I waited a few minutes, letting him mull over whether to take me or not. I wasn’t going to give in and me the obedient slave that listens to well and does what’s told. The brute would quickly learn that about me.” My name is Cherokee Rose and I have lived in this unforgiving world for 4 years.” I gave a small snort of irritation and stared at the brute. My pools showed my rebellion to my way of life, I wanted him to see.

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[Resolution]

Demon

Demon should have brought his hoof upon the mare for her insolence! When he asked a question to such scum as this mare then he expected a reply immediately and even if he grew the slightest bit impatient she would pay but the fluttery figure of Burria still haunted him and despite his urges to kick the mare, he knew that until Burria herself was locked in chains that he would be unable to do such things. For the meantime he gave the slave steely glares marking what was to come for the poor mare.

As the minutes trickled by Burria became more and more edgy, fidgeting with her hooves and observing the pens around her till finally she could not hold back any longer. Slowly she edged forwards and nudged Demon lightly. To his irritation she leaned forwards and began to whisper in his ear her concerns about this slave and how she wasn't 'tame enough' though all Demon could focus on was his urge to pull away and his determination not to. Everything about her was just so annoying, the way she had leaned forwards despite the fact everyone could still hear her, how she thought her opinion actually mattered...

Fortunately for Cherokee Rose, the anger that was once directed at her was all transferred to Burria as she looked with dismay upon Rose. Naive as ever, she began to lean on his black frame and if he had still been undecided that would have made the decision for him straight away. Another minute with this slave would surely be torture!

Finally the slave spoke words that had quite clearly not been worth the wait but for Demon it was good enough. Still slightly stunted by the desire to attack Burria, he uttered, "I will buy this slave"

. Burria let out a cry of disbelief and dismay, instinctively taking a step back from Demon as she saw how little her opinion had swayed her decision. We must give Demon credit for 'surviving' so long (going by his standards) but for him this was too much and unable to hold back any longer, he delivered a kick to Burria's stomach, shocking all the slave traders in their presence. Wasn't that the loving mare who had been leaning against him just one minute ago? A horrified silence fell around them as Burria collapsed into the dirt soundlessly, her chocolate eyes staring up at him in anguish.

For a second she lay there confused and startled before it suddenly dawned on her but sadly Demon caught the look of horror appear on her face and just as quickly as he had delivered his kick, he was pushing her repeatedly into the dirt as she desperately attempted to get back onto her hooves and run like her life depended on it. Grey sand and dirt began to swirl up around them as Burria valiantly attempted to get away from Demon but he had started out with the advantage and soon the bruises began to build up on her flank and pain shot through her even when she made the slightest movement. It was as if the battle had been decided before it had even begun. Letting out what sounded close to a growl, Demon shouted, "Come quick and chain this mare. This is my payment for Cherokee Rose."

Unable to fight any longer, Burria collapsed under Demon's hoof and hearing his words of betrayal, she began to sob as the stunned slave traders dragged her away crying to the cages. For the final time their eyes met and she desperately searched for the signs of love she thought she knew but seeing all his wrath being poured into that one gaze at her, she began to break down and even as she was dragged out of sight, her cries could still be heard. As if a great burden had been taken off his back, Demon let out a sigh of relief and turned to face his new slave. Although he was still slightly riled up about Burria, the relief that had washed over him seemed to calm and pacify his anger. Unlike his usual first greeting to a new slave, he only lightly kicked her as he muttered, "Stand. My name is Demon though you shall call me either Master or Sir. Obey my orders and work hard and you will find your rank rising but do the opposite and you will be treated like scum by all."[/color] [/blockquote][/color]

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Cherokee Rose

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~ It witnessed another, not the dark stag. The other was leaning against it, whispering to it. It looked unhappy, angry. I was surely angry at the main character, but not the other. It must be disappointed in it, hoping for more. Meanwhile the main focus was looking smug. Happy for the irritation it was causing on the dark one. The dark one spoke up, saying something to the onlookers nearby. Suddenly the dark one lashed out at the other. The other shrank away, quickly being taken by the onlookers.

- Her nostrils flared. The brute before her had just knocked down the mare that had been hanging on him seconds before. The brute was clearly angry, at least it didn't express its unhappiness on her. She was thankful for that. She knew she would likely be punished for her actions, she didn't really care though. Now it was turning to her, hatred slowly escaping its blinkers. Addressing her with a slight kick, no damage left by it. It began to address her.

+ So now 'Deamon' is my master...great. I can make this worth it, I will. Deamon is my commander now,my forcer. I can handle him, pain is no obstacle. Oh, so I will rise for good behavior and sink for bad; surprise surprise. Bad sounds more adventurous and fun though, being good is such...a bore. I know, I'll try being good for the first day and then turn my behaviors around. Shake it up a little, start a riot. "Yes Sir! My vocals were teasing, dark pools looking sly. A slight grin covered my charcoal lips, meanwhile my muddy ankles clicked together once I stood. I was teasing him, and liked it very much.


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