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Dark forelock fell in the fae's eyes and she hurriedly flicked her head to rid herself of her mane. She gazed around the place through the thick bar's of her cage.
Barren lands met her eyes, dead stalks of grass and dead, bare trees dotted the miserable plains. It was barren and deserted, and hell for many living slaves.


Seeing all of the mares being dragged away by their new master's, their frightened eyes rolling back into their skull's, I lifted my dished cranium, and rammed the tough bars with my little chest. My brown eyes rolled in the sockets, and a wild call escaped my locked maw.

The bars slid open, a tight collar was placed around my neck, a strong chain attached. I sat back on my haunches, and lashed out with my front legs and teeth, ears flat against my skull, but the two stallions were larger, and definitely not a fine-boned Arab.

I walked forward, but still leaning back into the chain a little. One of the guards grabbed a whip, and I immediately stopped resisting. I lowered my dished head, brown eyes glaring up at the guards with growing hatred, and let them lead me up to the Auction Rock.

As I stand on the rock, my eyes wild and my head raised, I say nothing, but instead, I grin wildly. I enjoyed the looks on the stallion's faces as they admired my sleek dark grey coat, my dished head and my deep, mysterious eyes.

"This filly's a good one, boys! With the bidding starting at 600, this filly has a great feisty personality. She's pure Arab, and she will fulfill all your little fantasies."

I winked at some of the better looking stallions, and arched my neck, carrying my full tail high in the air. Tossing my head, I ignore the boasting auctioneer.

"3 years old, even though this mare has a little temper, she is easily handled. The whip is her worst nightmare, and she will do anything if threatened with it. Although she has had a slightly bad past, you will never notice with this mare's capabilities. The price asked is a complete and utter bargain!"

Okay, a few lies about the capabilities, and perhaps the 'Will do anything' bit, but I still stood there smiling to the lies, my long and silky mane lifting gently in the breeze.

Watch me run,
Watch me hide.
And watch me dance,
By your side...

[kimashka]

Chastity

My own lands were claimed, expanding far and wide. The terrain rough yet beautiful, giving a equine everything they could ever need to survive. The only thing missing was members. I couldn't live alone there for the rest of my life. And my self proclaimed mission wouldn't complete itself. So with confident strides I entered the slave's arena. Upon the pedastool a pretty little Arab mare displayed herself.

I could barley supress the disgust I felt at her actions. What self respecting horse would give up so easily? But then I remembered those stories I'd heard back within my home land, the stories that had first inscensed me into changing the current situations of slaves. I had never had to endure the crack of a whip, or the unwanted attentions of a brutal master. Maybe this female knew no better, or she had been beaten into such submissions from previous masters?

I wove my way easily towards the front of the loud talking crowd. Many of these were young stallions hoping to find a cheap mare to display as a trophy, play with, break then casually throw aside as though she meant nothing more. I attracted quite a bit attention as I moved gracefully through the thronged stallions. My own body something to marvel over, a prize for any male. A prize that none could have, and I knew that knowledge infuriated many. I was a master, and as long as I held that rank, none of these fools could touch me. As if they'd even dare.

I stopped just before the auctioneer, casting a cold glance at the female. I was here to help, but if I made that widley known then my exsistance would be in peril. So I acknowledged her fleetingly, seeming only mildly interested in the mare.

"I will take her my good Sir. I need a nice little mare to reward my loyal followers. I think the males of my herd would be quite grateful for such a pretty little thing."

The smile I bestowed upon her was full of malice, she would probably put up a fight, make me assert my auhority over her, but how was she to know I was really there to help her? I would just have to play along to my own cherade whilst in the company of so many masters. Only when we left the borders of the auction rock could the real truth be revealed.

[pixie]

Danca

I looked around to see the piebald mare, and flattened my ears. Grateful males? I looked up at the auctioneer, waiting to see his verdict, and he smiled down at the graceful little mare.

"Well, hello there, ma'am. You shall take her, will you?" He asked, smiling kindly down at her. "Very well then. She's all yours." Laughing loudly, he tossed his dark mane, and directed his orbs to the guards.

"Let her go, boys. But keep an eye on her. She likes to run." He winked at me, and my mood shifted from my innocent mask, to one of hatred. I bared my teeth at the larger stallion, and snapped at the guards, who only jumped away and sneered at me.

I looked down at the mare, my full tail held high, the black strands catching in the faint breeze. I will not let a mare have her followers take advantage of me. Never.

Slipping on the smooth rock, I made the few leaps from the rock, to get to the ground... And was nearly pulled back up. I had forgotten the chain around my little neck, and it was cutting into the thin flesh around my throat.

Backing up, I opened and closed my maw, turning my head to try and ease the strain off of my windpipe. In the corner of my my eye, I saw one of the guards give me a wicked, cruel smile, and raised the whip above his head. Immediately, I lowered my head, ears still back, and waited until they had held out the chain to the piebald mare.

I glared at her wicked, evil smile with hatred burning in my eyes. All of the stallions who had stayed after the mare had called looked at her with wonder, admiration and lust in their eyes, and looked at me with curiosity, and burning longing.

I snarled at them all, and went at glaring at the mare.
"Shall you be needing the whip, ma'am? She's a tad feisty. The Auctioneer asked, looking at me wickedly. I answered his look with bared fangs. He only laughed again.


"No!" I screamed, as my mother was dragged away, calling for me. I raced up and lashed out viciously, my little hooves not even scratching the large stallions. They laughed, they mocked me, and they took away my life.
"Leave her alone!" I yell again, a sob catching in my throat as they put a tiny collar around my dam's throat. She was now unconscious, in a better place then here.
A large stallion, only a year or so older than I was at the time, and fairly good-looking had come up to me, with a kind smile on his face. "It's okay, love. No one is going to hurt you. I'll help you."
I had listened, so stupid of me, and I had believed him. I had loved him, as a brother, and much, much more... And he had betrayed me.


And now I was here. A slave and about to relive my worst nightmare.

But not without a fight, I wouldn't.

[kimashka]

Chastity]

I found it hard to conceal the concern as the small arab mare, caught upon the cruel steal chain, gaped and gasped for breath. I had to stop myself flying at the male who rose the whip to frighten her, I would love to have given that male a lesson in fear. I was quite confident that I could have caused him more fear than he'd ever imagined. But I couldn't. the pain it caused me to just stand there and watch with cold eyes as the chain was handed to me. The force of ice in my voice seemed so natural to any hearing me, but inside I was screaming, fighting against my own personal chains.

"The whip wont be needed good sir, she will not put up a fight if she knows what's good for her. I may be inclined to let my males have her without supervision, and we all know how young stallions can act around a pretty mare."

I eyed the gathered crowd knowingly, the stallions that were still gathered leered at the both of us as we passed their ranks. Oh how I could have cringed and shivered from their stares, but my adopted persona wouldn't allow me to show any weakness, these crowds didn't look kindly upon masters such as me. I grabbed the chain securley and gave it a little yank, hard enough to be convincing, but not so hard as to cause the female too mch pain. With confident strides I wove my way through the crowd once again, the small female I dragged along behind me was the centre of envy upon those males present.

Once I knew we were out of earshot of any there, I spoke to the female. My words were quiet and suttle, sounding gruff and scathing to any who would happen to overhear, giving the pretence that I was laying down some harsh rules, where in reality my words were aiming to comfort the mare in her fear.

"Stay close, don't struggle. I don't want to have to do anything to convince these brutes that I am a cold hearted mistress. But rest assured I will if the need arises, my task here within the auction rock is far from complete, I will have to return here at some point. Once we are away from this place I will take this chain off of you and explain more. For now, just look scared and meek."

I turned abruptly as though I had finished my lectures and found the female distasteful to look upon.

[pixie]

I stumbled slightly as the fae pulled on my chain, and followed obediently. I glanced up at the piebald mare, and looked into her raging eyes, surprised, before she hid it upon her mask of coldness and hate.
"No, I shall not need the whip..."
No whip? None? I smirked to myself, lowering my head so no one would see. Then, I heard the rest of her speech.
"...she will not put up a fight if she knows what's good for her. I may be inclined to let my males have her without supervision, and we all know how young stallions can act around a pretty mare."
I looked up at the mare, my smile fading, and glared at her with hate.
As she tugged on my collar, I stumbled slightly in surprise, but quickly regained my balance as she led me through the crowed of stallion masters. I held my head high, not looking at any, as my new master and I weaved our way. She did not look back.

As she pulled me to a halt, I was expecting her to hurt me or to yell at me. But what she did, was more surprising.

"Stay close, don't struggle. I don't want to have to do anything to convince these brutes that I am a cold hearted mistress. But rest assured I will if the need arises, my task here within the auction rock is far from complete, I will have to return here at some point. Once we are away from this place I will take this chain off of you and explain more. For now, just look scared and meek."

Well, that wasn't hard. I sighed quietly, not understanding at all, and followed her as she looked away with an air of superiority. With my eyes scanning the area, I walked obediently, looking extremely scared, behind the fae on a loose chain.

Watch me dance,
Away from your fingers.
Watch me dance,
Just out of your reach.

[kimashka]

You wanna start a thread in Lavender Moors? XD

[pixie]

Sure thing. You can start it, if you would like. =D