Going under (OPEN TO ANY AND ALL)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are She glared, her expression faintly terrified, at the stallions and masters that passed in front of her, hiding as far back in her pen as she could. Ropes had been used to hobble her, tied around one of her back legs and connected to a stake in the middle. Mud coated her lower legs, and the ends of her tail, though the rest of her body was as clean as could be. She swished her tail, head tucked low to her chest, ears back as another master paused to sneer at her, making ill comments. She backed up as far as she could, until the rope reached it's limit, forcing her not to back up any further. The master smirked, his gaze leering, "Aww poor baby, you're looking a little trapped," He commented, moving a little closer to her pen, as if tempted to go inside and take a closer took. She pinned her ears, trying to look strong as she bared her teeth, despite her heavy shivering, "Oh, you like biting huh, I can help with that." The master said nastily before hearing his name and turning away, "You be good, baby, and I might just come back, yeah?" He laughed coldly, before she finally slumped slightly in relief that no other masters seemed to be around for the moment, her body still shaking in slight fear and heavy exhaustion. This sure was hell. A horrid, terrible hell. But this is still the place that we all call home

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Oreo

The noise of the slave pens escaped the Gypsy Vanner stallion in the pen, free of ropes, and yet standing as still as if he were hobbled. Expressive blue eyes darted back and forth, watching the Masters and slaves go by, his bulky frame backed into a corner of his pen. He watched as the horses passed, his flanks quivering, covered in a mixture of dried and new sweat. He shuddered hard as one of the passing masters eyed him appreciatively, definitely sensing the sweet innocence of the deaf stallion, the inability to rebel. Oreo’s gaze continued to dart, tail swishing nervously, but stilling when he saw the mare in the pen beside him back up, mud coating her lower legs and lower tail, her hobbles not allowing her to go any further. He moved forward a bit, closer to the wall as the master in front of her pen made rude comments, smirking, leering while she pinned her ears, baring her teeth despite her shivering. The black and white marked slave shivered a bit despite himself, and pressed against the wood separating them, his gaze curious as he whickered softly, or, at least, he tried to. But he didn’t do anything more until the stallion left, and she slumped slightly, shaking. He whickered again, his expressive eyes showing his sympathy, and his own fear. He truly needed a friend, someone to talk to, or at least keep him company, since being deaf, he could read lips, but still. The male pawed the ground, ears flattening as yet another master passed his pen, this time appearing to debate looking at him further, but stopped when they saw the way his eyes rolled back in his severe fear.

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are Caelum kept her eyes lowered as the master finally left her, her ears flat, her body shaking, which is about when she heard the nicker, the one she'd thought she'd heard during the master's comments but hadn't been sure. Her ears fell faintly to the side, ehr head lifting up slowly, looking over to see a vanner stallion, eyes sympathetic, pawing the ground, his ears flattening when another master walked past. He leaned against the fence seperating his pen from hers, and she tilted her head, her icy white forelock falling in her brown eyes, hesitating for a moment before sighing, looking back at him, 'Talk about rude? This masters are . . . crazy." She said, voice soft and light, stepping back as far as she could when another master leared at her tiny, but beautiful body, hating the looks. why on earth were the masters like this? Why couldn't they just leave well enough alone. Ears falling flat, she lowered her head nudging the chain before walking towards the center so it didn't rub at her ankle again. one damn chain, just because she wanted to prove she could jump the fence. She just didn't know the masters would gang up to put her back. But this is still the place that we all call home

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/OreoHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Oreo watched as the fae’s ears fell faintly to the side, head lifting slowly, looking over at him. He whickered again, eyes warming with happiness at her acknowledgement of him, tail whisking across his hindquarters once or twice. She tilted her head, icy forelock falling in her brown eyes, hesitation clear for a moment before she appeared to sigh, looking back at him. “Talk about rude? These masters are . . . crazy." He read, or, at least, hoped he did. He was still a little shaky on the method, so he just went on what seemed right. Ore nodded, unsure of whether he should try to speak. He could, but his voice always came out odd, or at least so he’d figured, since hearing was integral to making your voice sound just right. Sadness flared in his sweet blue eyes as he hung his head before nodding, trying to make her understand. He flicked his ears, and then shook his head, expressive gaze meeting hers, trying to convey his lack of hearing. The stallion watched as the fae’s ears fell flat, lowering her head to nudge the chain before walking to the center of the pen. His gaze remained sympathetic as he chose to speak. ”D-do you think I’d get a nice master?” He slurred, his words stuttering, voice hoarse, proving that it had been a long time since he had spoken. The sheer fear and faint hope in his gaze conveyed the words he hadn’t been able to say. Oh how he hoped for a good master. At least one that didn’t beat him or insult him. Words: 269 Notes: Muse: Tune:

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are As she glanced slowly to the other horse, her ears flickered as he whickered again, his eyes warming as if not usually acknowledged. She tilted her head ever so slightly before flicking her white forelock back before she spoke. She watched him nod, before watching something like sadness enter his gaze before he hung his head, though she couldn't fathom why for the new behavior before he flicked his ears and shook his head. What? And then he spoke, his words slurred, half stuttered, and she tilted her head as she looked up again, "It's always a possibility." She said softly, instead of voicing the 'it's unlikely.' She'd seen what kind of masters walked this area, ad none of them appeared to be . . . to be nice. They all appeared to be just one way, and that was cold, mean, and taunting. The likely hood that either of them would gain decent masters seemed so far fetched, but it was a hope. She glanced back up at him as she added, "But I certainly hope so. I hope both of us will . . ." But this is still the place that we all call home

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/OreoHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Oreo watched as the fae glanced over at him, her ears flickering as he whickered once more, eyes warming. He saw her tilt her head just the slightest, flicking her white forelock back before speaking. She didn’t seem to understand what he was trying to say, and so was about to speak once more, struggling for the words and what he hoped were the sounds appropriate with the words when she spoke, looking up again. "It's always a possibility." She said, and he smiled faintly, hope entering his innocent pale blue eyes. ”I-I hope you get someone who doesn’t hurt you.” He replied, his words still a bit slurred, but not stuttering as much, not that he knew. The innocent stallion knew just how likely his hopes were, but he knew that hope was the only thing he had that he could call his own. "But I certainly hope so. I hope both of us will . . ." She said, glancing back up at him, thankfully so he could read her lips. He dipped his head in agreement. ”I’m Oreo. And I’m sorry if my words are….are hard to-to understand because it’s hard to tell what I sound like because I’m deaf.” He ventured after a little bit, tail whisking nervously. Words: 212 Notes: Heh. Muse: Good. Tune: Glad You Came - The Wanted

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are She wasn't sure what to make of another slave attempting to make contact, having noticed the majority of them preferred to keep off on their own devices, ignore the others, trying to catch they eye of any good, nice sort of masters. If there even were such a thing. She glanced up as she spoke, listening to him respond, a faint sigh leaving her lips before she shook her head, "As do I . . ." She mumbled quietly, her thoughts moving to an entirely different stallion. One with bright green eyes that made her insides melt. That certain, dearest beloved stallion. And he couldn't help but wonder where he was, what he was doing. Did he even think of her? She snorted, shaking her head to clear her mind, before listening to himgive his name, before explaining his faulting speech . . . deaf. She glanced up, looking momentarily surprised before managing a half smile, "I am Caelum." She introduced herself, before adding, "It is of no trouble, I understand you quite fine." But this is still the place that we all call home

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/OreoHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Oreo smiled faintly, eyes brightening a bit as the fae glanced up, listening to him respond before shaking her head, and seeming to sigh, but it was faint, so he couldn’t see the movement as well. "As do I . . ." She said and he dipped his head, ears flicking forward, icy eyes moving around restlessly, not quite relaxed as he remained alert for any particularly approving stares from the masters that passed. After all, they were still there, so he would still be careful, still hold that fear. The fae shook her head, and glanced up, surprise momentarily on her features before she managed a half smile. "I am Caelum." Caelum introduced herself before adding, "It is of no trouble, I understand you quite fine." Ore smiled, tail whisking happily, expression brightening just the slightest. ”It’s very nice to meet you Cae.” The stallion said, not wanting to risk saying her whole name only to get it horribly wrong. This way he had less chance of butchering her lovely name, or, it seemed lovely to him, elegant, like her. ”I just w-wanted to make sure that you knew w-why my voice sounds different. So you w-wouldn’t think me rude. My companion Amoretti has been helping me as best she can, but it’s still rather hard.” The Gypsy Vanner said, attempting a shrug before shifting his weight smoothly. Words: 229 Notes: ^^ Muse: Good. Tune:

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are The stallion seemed to express himself a lot the young mare noticed, as she tilted her head, watching him dip his head, ears flicking forward and eyes restless, obviously on the look out for more masters approaching, where as Caelum payed them no mind. She watched him. She gave her name then, introducing herself and smiling faintly at him, watching him whisk his tail happily, smiling, before saying it was nice to meet her, shortening her name to Cae. Before going on to make sure she knew why his voice sounded so different, before she simply nodded, "No need to explain yourself, Oreo . . . It's completely understandable." She replied with a soft, friendly smile. But this is still the place that we all call home

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/OreoHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Oreo smiled, the expression rather friendly as Caelum tilted her head, watching him. He continued to look around now and then, searching for something, his icy gaze worried, and hopeful. He was looking for his companion. Amoretti. She had left early in the morning so that she didn’t risk getting trampled by fearful horses or cruel masters. Hopefully the little Border collie would be coming back soon, as he missed his little friend very much so. The fae watched him, introducing herself, smiling faintly, watching him. In response to his explanation, she nodded simply. "No need to explain yourself, Oreo . . . It's completely understandable." He read, and the Gypsy Vanner smiled warmly, returning her soft, friendly smile. ”It can’t hurt to explain.” Ore said, smiling. Words: 127 Notes: Muse: Tune:

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are Despite being in such a dark place, at least the other slave, or some of them, seem to be friendly, Oreo for example. He kept a friendly expression, even as he kept alert looking around somewhere. She tilted her head, "What are you . . . looking for?" She asked, her expression curious, her ears tilted forward, the black standing out against the white of her mane and forelock. She looked out towards the muddy walk ways between pens and the outside world, shaking out her mane, knowing the one person she'd want to be looking for, but knowing he wasn't the sort to live in this kind of place, not that gallant stallion. Not he. The vanner smiled, warm, friendly, it was a nice change from the sarcastic masters that was sure, and it was something Caelum was relieved about. Having to deal with them so much was not fun, but being able to relax here, now, was much better. She nodded to his words, "I suppose that is true. Though I'd keep it from the masters . . . they might not be to . . . . nice . . . about it." She warned, instantly looking concerned. But this is still the place that we all call home

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/OreoHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Oreo looked over at Caelum when he saw her lips move out of the corner of his eye, thankfully catching most of what she said. "What are you . . . looking for?" Her expression curious, ears tilted forward. He hesitated, debating, and then figured she wouldn’t tell the masters, so therefore his friend would be safe from that threat at least. ”I’m looking for my friend, Amoretti.” He said, looking around once more, and spotting a flash of black and white on the far outskirts of the little pen filled area. He smiled brightly, his face lighting up with relief and happiness, finally having proof she was okay. He followed his friend’s slow progress of creeping through the pens on the outskirts, making her way towards him, keeping low to the ground. He looked away, knowing that his avid attention might draw a master’s unwanted attention towards his friend. So the stallion turned his head towards the fae, seeing her nod in response to his previous words. "I suppose that is true. Though I'd keep it from the masters . . . they might not be too . . . . nice . . . about it." And he was touched by the concern in her expression. ”Thank you for your concern, and I will make sure they do not know, or at least, do the best I can. Sometimes I cannot help that I miss what they say.” He replied, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement. Words: 248 Notes: ^_^ Muse: Good Tune:

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 192534; border: #020204 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] SCARS, YEAH SHE'S GOT HER SCARS. SOMETIMES IT STARTS TO WORRY ME ‘Cause lose, I don’t wanna lose sight of who we are She watched the stallion hesitate, and waited patiently before he finally replies, I'm looking for my friend, Amoretti.

[/i] She tilted her head, watching him look around again, before he seemed to focus on a spot, smiling brightly, face lit up with visible relief, before watching what ever caught his attention for a while longer, only then did he turn back towards her. Thank you for your concern, and I will make sure they do not know, or at least, do the best I can. Sometimes I cannot help that I miss what they say. She nodded softly, waiting for him to finish speaking before responding herself, "Well . . . as long as you are as careful as you can be . . ." She amended softly, looking towards the crowds, ignoring the stallions that leered at her. She had seen how the other mares behaved, how they all made sly remarks, flaunted what ever gorgeous body, or lack there of, that they had. She'd let them sell their own bodies, and freedom to leave these pens. She . . . she wasn't that type. She sighed, shifting her hoof in the ground* She wasn't worth much of anything anymore. She'd run away from Nocte, and he was probably dead somewhere hating her guts in the afterlife. Calico, she doesn't even remember if she said goodbye to him. They had to part ways, and luck would have it that as soon as she left the shelter, the safety of he . . . this would happen. She was nothing, no more then another number in the head of slaves. Nothing. She took a few steps back from the fence as another master stopped to look her over, before his companion shook his head Keep walking, man. That one's a broke filly. They're not nearly as fun. She waited till they were on their way before glaring at their retreating forms, ears pinned, teeth faintly bared. That's what these men wanted, flashy coats, and a mare that would be hard to break down. She glanced towards the horizon, and all she wanted was to go back in time and to remain with Calico, where it was safe. "It's kind of crazy . . . being stuck here. I made one bad choice, and now I've been sentenced to slavery . . . " She said softly, shaking her head. Who deserved a life like this . . . not even she hated herself this much.


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But this is still the place that we all call home

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[Feather]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=222629] What a sickening place! Angelina pursed her lips together in disgust. It wasn't the way the slaves were treated or the way the masters acted that made her so furious... It was because every horse in this godforsaken place was pretending. They were fakers, all of them! The slaves played the victim card when they obviously could be something more if they actually had the guts to do it. The masters, huddled together with their phony grins, pretended to be more than the trash under her hooves. Her blue eyes closed with a snap as she wondered why in the world she had come here in the first place. Crowds were bad enough without these equines tip toeing around and acting like they were supposed to. Angie hissed at the thought, then continued on keeping her cold front up as usual. They grey mare's pace was slowed as she kept a distance between herself and the nearest wave of masters. She whipped her head around so that her mane only covered her left side, the bad side. While repositioning herself, Angelina caught sight of a pair of slaves talking to each other. One was a stallion who, as far as she could tell, was less than desirable from the reactions of those who trotted by. Probably messed up in the head or something. Those kinds were the hardest to control and usually made for the worst sort of slave. But his coat was very appealing to be sure so there was no doubt he was going to get eaten up by these hyenas. Oh it was a shame that he was going to be betrayed by his own colors! She then turned to the other mare with slight interest. This girl was being goaded by every stallion that spied her it would seem. There was no doubt that such a dark skinned, light maned mare would catch the eye of the guys. Another pity. Angelina rolled her eyes and then began walking past them without a second thought. Then she paused as she caught wind of the mare's last sentence. A single bad choice and she was sentenced to slavery? The grey mare laughed to herself. Oh, if things worked that way then all the mutts standing with her would be in the pens fearing for their own lives. She sighed. Now that she was given time to think these two over, Angie just couldn't leave them here alone. She sighed again, but this time she began moving into action. God, and she hated people so! "Come." She growled loudly, sending warnings to those around her that these two were hers to claims, "Come, unless you want to stay and remain stuck. Bring your friend if you wish."

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Calico

you feel so lonely and ragged but my love is just waiting to clothe you in crimson roses[/center]

Idle chat passed between the group that stood before the grulla stallion. His green eyes wandered over the features of the masters around him but his attention was elsewhere. His mind was toying with the concept of fate and circumstance, weighing the two with deliberate care. One comment passed by, and the next thing he knew, the other studs were staring at him expectantly, waiting for a response. Dumbfounded at being caught, his jaw opened and closed a few times, searching for the right words. Just as he was about to apologize and admit he wasn't paying attention, however, the group turned away from him to stare at a white mare passing by. Snorts were blown and heads were tossed; a few studs even had the audacity to call out to the mare suggesting a hook up. Calico simply watched as she passed by, the grin on his face making him seem like another admirer. In reality, he was wondering just who she thought she was, acting as though she was above the rest of them. Like she was the only one who mattered. Those pursed lips said it all. The reality of it was, since she was within the slave pens, she clearly had the same mindset of all the others; she was the most important, the one that mattered in the world, and she was setting out to build her own hierarchy to prove said worth.

When that thought passed his mind, Cal had to remind himself there were other reasons he was here. He wasn't looking to build a harem of mares, he wasn't even looking to bring home multiple slaves. Just one. The one who had his heart and had disappeared, seemingly forever. As the stallions around him picked up their conversation again, the stud caught the sound of the mare making her claim. First, his ear swiveled, taking in her words. She was taking two. Curiosity got the best of him; his head turned to see whom she was claiming. The sensation that happened next can only be described in one way... Have you ever had tunnel vision? Where everything around you turns black but for one thing, and that one thing shines with a light that puts the sun to shame. You stop hearing everything but the beat of your own heart which drums in your ears like a war hammer, and you realize that you're seeing the one thing that only ever mattered. Something you love.

That sensation raced over Cal in one swift movement, bringing goose bumps racing across his skin. His mind was on fire; she was claiming his Caelum! "No!" He shouted, breaking the noise of the slave pens. The relative silence that followed spoke volumes to the determination his voice brought, causing everyone to stop and look... even those slaves that had given up hope picked up their heads a little, turning to look at the Andalusian who spoke out against another master. But he wasn't standing still, no longer rooted to the ground. His tunnel vision had been broken, though his heart still beat a steady tattoo on his chest. Adrenaline coursed through him at the fear of loosing her. How had she been here and he not noticed? He was kicking himself. But there was no time for that; he broke into a steady gallop, tearing through the mud towards the fae that was his everything. His muscles compressed, thousands of pounds of muscle exploding forward as he leaped above the barbed wire fence that separated master and slave, mud splattering around his legs as he landed beside the deaf stallion. But he wasn't paying attention to him. Only her. Caelum. He turned, walking toward her, feeling the edges of what could only be a dream. His hooves didn't seem to touch the Earth, when his muzzle reached out to push that silver mane from her eyes, it didn't seem real. Silently, his head slipped down her neck, over her back, pulling her toward him in the equivalent of a hug, forgetting for a moment the master mare that had claimed Cael for her own.