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Post by janoah on Jul 26, 2009 12:54:56 GMT -5
OOC Note;; This thread is for two slaves, you won't be getting one- but TWO slaves. Kestrel & Vaurien. If no one responds within a week, it is reserved for Chastity. Thanks! Vaurien{ [Fox] Friesian ; Stallion ; Four + 1/2 ; 15.1 Hh }It had come without warning. Sweeping over the lands with silent destruction. In it's wake was death and despair, and mostly- a sense of no direction. The world had been flipped and some were still floundering, trying to righten themselves to continue on with their lives. That is, the one's that hadn't been kissed by the yellow lips of the illness. Contagious after death, and very dangerous.
Everything had gone down the drain. Nothing seemed like it would ever return to normal. He trudged behind a Slave handler, the old rope halter rubbing his skin raw. Head was low, mane was tangled and a lost cause. Covered from head to toe in slick, wet mud, the stallion was almost unrecognizable. His once lovely chestnut hide was now hidden under the grim. His once nourished build had shriveled down, losing some hundred pounds. Taking on the look of just another slave whom had gotten lucky when the illness had swept over the land. Only to have his luck run out when he had blindly walked into the area of the Auction Rock.
Vaurien, ex-beta of the now dissolved Akakios, had fled from his duties when the beginnings of the disease had started to show up in the land. With no knowledge of where Preston had gone to, or the mares to whom had spoken to him, nor did he know where Kestrel was. The name was a thorn in his heart. He had run, filled with terror, with no where to turn. With no guidance from the stallion whom had freed him from the chains of slavery, it had been the only answer in sight.
Friesian was tugged into a small pen and left, the gate closed with a dull click, and he was left alone. Mangled lips twitched as he thought about his mistakes. How he had abandoned his post, he had had no idea it would have turned out like this. The now ex-free roamed now found himself back in slavery's firm grasp. Eyes duly raised from the muddy ground, trying to keep from remembering the past months. They flicked over the routine sights of the field. Slaves prodded, looked at, exchanged, bought, traded, and so forth- it would always be this way.
About to return his gaze to the floor, where they should belong if they belonged to a slave- Vaurien caught sight of a mottled form. It was spotted, and he could have sworn he saw the briefest of briefest glimpses of a blue eye. Could it be? Had she gotten out? The rubbing of the halter was forgotten as he perked up considerably and followed every move of the spotted form. He didn't care what happened to himself now, all he wanted to know if what he saw was true.
OOC Note;; Kestrel, played by kimashka, is to post next, then whoever is interested in them.
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Post by kimashka on Jul 26, 2009 14:23:58 GMT -5
Kestrel
Confusion, despair, loss and loneliness were the only emotions that chased through my head now. The plague that ravaged the lands had come upon the herds of these lands on swift wings, hunting down the weak and strong alike. None were safe from deaths far reaching claws, apart from a select few it seemed. I had smelt death upon the air days before it struck, I had seen harrowing sights as I struggled to get away. I searched endlessly for the horse I had grown to love above all things, but he was nowhere in sight.
His promise to me echoed through the cavernous vaults in my head. He had promised he would never leave me, that he'd always be there. Why had I been so foolish and ventured apart from him that fateful day? I recalled my blind panic as I raced through the lands of Akakios screaming his name, was he trapped? Was he hurt? Had he already been struck down by the illness that ravaged the lands? It was then that I had run head long into the waiting traps of slavers.
I had put up a fight, and received many lashes of the whip for that insubordination. I had been through too much, endured so much pain to earn my right as a free roamer, now to be right back at the beginning once again. Now head low to the ground, eyes dull and empty I trudged through my pitiful existence with little emotion or care. Without Vaurien what was I? Nothing, nothing but a slave.
I saw him everywhere, heard his distinct voice in every conversation I overheard. I truly hoped he had escaped, that he was now living his life somewhere safe. I felt eyes upon me, no doubt a potential buyer come to view the wares. I lifted my head to look upon the horse that could possibly be my master, and I saw him once more. Vaurien! I stared for a long moment before lowering my eyes once again. It couldn't have been, I had just been imagining it once again. But something inside of me screamed, my heart had increased, a shiver ran through my body.
I lifted my head again, once again picking out the form of the horse I had seen, and what met my eyes was beyond belief. There standing only feet away was Vaurien. His mangled lips all the more handsome in this pit of despair. Unknowingly I had pushed my way through the crowd, he was thinner, matted and downtrodden, but it was him and no doubt I looked quite similar. Without a second thought I took the last few remaining steps to be next to him.
Without a word I embraced him. The dim caves seemed to evaporate as I recalled our happy days playing and learning our feelings for each other. Those were happy times, the best days of my life until now. And yes, even though we were both imprisoned in this god forsaken place, at least we were together.
"Vaurien, thank the Gods you're alive."
Life at this moment was perfect, but what would happen next? We could only hope that we stayed together. I preyed then, like I had never done before, for the Gods to grant me that wish. I didn't care at that point where we ended up, as long as we were together nothing mattered.
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Post by kimashka on Aug 5, 2009 12:01:02 GMT -5
Chastity
I was beginning to know every knook and cranny of this place. I had even begun to recognize the guards by names as well as faces I had freqented this place so much. My reputation here was one of fearful respect, I had played my part well and had made a formidable name for myself. Little did they know that once away from this hell hole I became something completly different.
With a short nod to the guards as I passed I wandered into the dark enclosed slave pens. There were none upon the auction block as yet and I always liked to get in and get out again as quickley as possible. I did this to not only preserve my fearsome attitude, but I was always afraid that I would say or do something to give away my true reasons for being here. At that point my quest to free slaves would be halted and I would probably be kiled.
I wandred the pens with sadness in my heart. If only I could help them all, but I knew that was impossible. Instead I looked for the ones whom seemed most in need of help, those who were ill or old or weak. A movement caught my eye as I traversed the dank cell like confinements. A large group of horses were huddled within a small cage, two it seemed knew each other.
I watched as a painted mare suddenly showed life, running it seemed to a long lost lover. A lump inadvertantly rose to my throat as I unobtrusivley watched the pairs embrace. With seeming indifference I tore my gaze away and continued to look idly at the remaining slaves. None had caught at my heart like those two had, and so as I decided that I would help the two, how else would they be able to stay together? There would be no master willing to take on a pair of slaves.
I moved slowly towards the slave masters quarters and prepared to do business with him. He seemed to like to haggle, and a good slaver would haggle down to the last penny and so I stayed within character and began the long process. Eventually we agreed on a price.
"I'll be waiting at the exit. Bring the pair to me there. It would be in your best interest to not keep me waiting too long either."
My voice was careless and cold, hinting at the dangers the slave master would enter if he were to disobey me. And so without a backwards glance at the poor souls I left behind this day, I went to the exit and awaited the arrival of my newest members.
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