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Post by Saphira on Jul 10, 2012 11:19:51 GMT -5
She looked around with an air of defiance, not willing to submit easily. She was not used to being in this position; she was used to being a master. But that was her old herd, before it had been attacked. She had been fortunate to survive, but her luck had run out when she had been taken and brought here. The mud splattering on her coat was annoying, and she sometimes kicked back when someone splashed her by accident. She rather enjoyed the rain when it began to fall, because it cleaned her coat and made it glossy again. She kept her head high, glaring at the stallions that checked her out, almost daring them to claim her. She wasn't going to be happy until she'd regained what she felt was her rightful status.
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Jul 11, 2012 14:17:36 GMT -5
Calico sound the bugle now, tell them i don't care[/center] A shudder ran down the stud's spine, his eyes shifting along the line of defeated and worn out souls. Regret was aching within his soul, his hooves sucking up mud as he walked along between the barbed wire fences. He may be a master, but he had no stomach for this, no desire to live in a world where others were treated so. If it hadn't been for that delicious rumor, he wouldn't even be here... but because the rumor was about her, his lost love Caelum, he had to come... to check, to hope. Now, he regretted that decision simply because he didn't see anything but broken souls. If his silver vixen had ended up here, he prayed she didn't stay long, that someone kind had liberated her... and that he himself would be able to save her from even that kind hand. He sucked air in through his teeth, halting in the center aisle and lifting his Spanish head high. His gaze traveled the rest of the way down the pens, his hope vanishing once the rest of the muddy beings were erased from the possibility of being her.
The grulla spun on his hindquarters, zebra barred legs carrying him back the way he came. His green eyes searched the faces of those ahead of him vainly, but he didn't see her. He didn't expect to. Instead, he saw fire. This flame was fueled by defiance, an unwillingness to submit. It burned within the eyes of a mare who held her head high, glaring down at the other stags as though she was their equal - or worse - that she thought herself better than them. His eyes narrowed slightly, though the smile on his lips gave away the face that he was amused and not offended.
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Post by Saphira on Aug 3, 2012 1:03:21 GMT -5
"Decidedly not." She whirled to face him, fully expecting at first another like all the ones before. Master Stallions were all the same, or most of them anyway. Arrogant, rude and annoying. They always believed themselves the lords and masters even of free mares, and didn't hesitate to make certain it was known. And even if there were exceptions, it didn't matter greatly. They would still be buying her.
He was similar in coat to her, though obviously of different breeding. She noted that he wasn't haughty or cruel when he spoke, but she did not feel that there was a great deal that could soften her annoyance at this time. His comment that he did not know why he was here was unusual-this was not a place one simply wandered to without reason.
" I would believe that you do know...no one simply wanders to this place without reason. " She snorted, stamping a bit as she spoke again. "It is repulsive finding oneself in a change of position such as this. I was a mistress in my former herd. I have not taken kindly to finding myself in this situation." she said.
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Aug 5, 2012 17:33:05 GMT -5
Calico to be free once more; yeah that's worth fighting for[/center] He raised an eyebrow in slight amusement as she spun around, tilting his head slightly to the side as she scrutinized him. His green eyes danced with amusement, listening to her response, calling him out on his absent state of mind.
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