Don't want anything [Copper]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/mX2mB.png] Wulf was tired and felt old. It wasn't much a surprise when his body came tumbling to the sticky ground. It was practically pulling Wulf to it. It was the first thing he had welcomed so warmly in a very long time. His face was drowning in the mud and he just didn't care. Let the mud drown him. Let the brown goop blacken out his world. No one would care if he just melted into the earth, never to be heard from again. Not even Wulf, himself, would care. With a final, weak sigh, he just relaxed any tense muscles he had. Wulf was done. This wasn't the place where he would have wanted to go, Wulf admitted silently to himself, but it was going to have to do. This was a place bathed in terror. From the mud that clawed at any legs in reach to the fencing that caged it's victims till they met an even worse fate. No, outside of his pen was the true terror. Slaves cowered in fear as Masters taunted them with cat calls and cursing. He couldn't make out anyone or thing in particular, but why would it matter? If anything, Wulf would rather pretend that he was in a better place than he was and trying to figure out who was who wouldn't have helped in the least. It was time to think of other things. For the first time since he crashed into the ground, Wulf notice how he was position. He was flopped on his side with his legs entangling each other in a dun and brown mess. His reddish mane and tail was caked with dirt and mud. Almost every scar was easily hidden by the stuff. It was he like he was a brand new horse, not some battered slave with more scars than one could count. How strange life would be if he hadn't been set on this path. Perhaps he would have had a mate and children, but that was all gone now. It was just another dream lost of a naive child. Just like the dream to live.

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/CendrillonHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Cendrillon looked around at the horses in the pens near her, and nearly scowled as she saw their varying positions of submission. She gritted her teeth, and lowered her head as another master walked back, and then another. She was by no means submitting, but she wasn’t drawing attention to her, either. Looking back over she saw the slave in the pen beside hers fall to the ground in the sticky mud, not seeming to care when his face was right in the mud itself. Rilla frowned, making her way over to the side of her pen, the one bordering his pen, and she watched him as he relaxed. The stallion was flopped onto his side, legs entangled with each other, and his coat a dun and mud mess. She lowered her head slightly to watch him curiously, wondering at why he had laid down so suddenly, or should she saw fall down. He didn’t appear to be hurt, but what would she know. He was coated in mud, though she could see scars now and then, the rest of his pelt covered with the sticky substance. She looked over at him, and against her better judgment, unclenched her jaw long enough to speak. ”Are you alright?” Cendrillon asked, and then winced as another master leered at her, and she fought the urge to sneer back at him. The mare shook her head slightly, moving her mane from her eyes, and backed up slightly as she met the cold glare of another master. All of them were worthless murderers who cared nothing besides how pretty and useless their slaves were. No one wanted a fae who held her own for the most part. And if they did it was only so that they could break her. Shaking her head again, her tail whisked across her hindquarters, and she snorted slightly, spicy warm brown gaze refusing to meet those of the other horses as she looked over at the stallion on the ground once more. Words: 334 Notes: Muse: Tune:

[Feather]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/mX2mB.png] Wulf's eyes began to close as he drifted in and out of sleep, only to be completely wrenched out of it by a "Are you alright?" The soft cushion of misery and depression encased the dun stallion as this horse tried to reach out to him. He wasn't going to leave his cocoon for someone only to be hurt. That left the only option; ignoring her. Wulf had found out early on that ignoring someone was easy. Time past rather quickly when he was far away from any feeling, any hurt. One minute the sun would be just kissing the lowest point of the sky and the next, the moon would be. Not doing anything was simpler and meant that nothing short of a mental reboot was ever going to make him stop. Wulf remained quiet since he was lost in his own thoughts and numbness. He almost completely missed the masters that were pestering the slave in the next pen over. Each and every one of them were the same two dimensional characters that plagued him since childhood. He soon became lost in his memories... ~~ "Hurry up, you mutt." The black draft stallion, of at least seven or eight, spat as he watched the young colt with hungry eyes, "If you don't hurry up, I'm sure your mother will be rather pleased to have one less rodent scurrying about." This one was a tall brute with a scratchy mane and bloodshot eyes. The stallion easily towered over the younger one. He could, without a doubt, trample the colt to death in a matter of seconds. The black one wasn't the colt's father. They weren't related. They couldn't possibly be related. After all, the black stallion was a master and the colt was a lowly slave. The black stallion was like the colt's mother... a master. A master that took another master as his bride. They would merge their herds and, in doing so, would become more powerful. It was simple logic. It was just as simple as this colt being a slave. He was far too submissive like his father, therefore he was a slave like his father. "Bahaha!" The stallion roared in laughter at the pathetic creature that was begging at his feet, "You should be grateful! Your mother said to get rid of you long ago, but I thought having a pet would be rather nice." It wasn't like the colt's father and mother loved each other. His mother was much too vicious for that. She was a creature of untold hatred. She was as much a demon in appearance as she was in personality. His father was the other stallion in her herd and a slave at that. She was looking for an heir and he was looking to live. Neither of them got what they wanted... ~~ His mind jolted out of that memory quickly as he surged upright and out of his protective layers of numbness. Each breath was heavy and weighed him down. His stringy legs were wobbling beneath him. His head drooped lower and lower with each second. His chocolate colored eyes held no life in them. As Wulf slowly sank back into his protective cushion, he completely forgot about everything around him. Old memories just seemed more real than even reality.

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/CendrillonHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Cendrillon watched the stallion for a reaction, any reaction, to her words. But nothing happened. He seemed to drift in and out of sleep, something she envied the male of. There was no way she would ever be able to fall asleep here. It was just not possible for her. She stepped away from the fence once more, her gaze downcast. So he was ignoring her. That didn’t hurt her feelings. Sure she felt stupid for even trying, but it was the thought that counts, right? After all, she wasn’t by any means rude, nor did she want to be known as such. Moving to the back of her pen, as far from the other horses as possible, she let her head hang slightly, trying, and failing to relax her tensed muscles as she drowsed, daydreaming of a better place. Someplace far from here, with or without a master. The fae started at the sudden movement of the stallion in the pen beside her, jerking to his feet, legs wobbly beneath him. Her gaze was sympathetic as his head drooped lower, his gaze empty and devoid of life. Rilla was unsure as of what to do. Should she try again? For most likely the stallion would just ignore her. But, what if he responded, if even a little bit? The mare stepped towards the side the stallion was on once more. Her gaze curious, warm. ”Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, but…how do you sleep, with all of these…masters…around? I guess I’ll understand if you ignore me again. I only wish I could do that.” Siradia said, shaking her head slightly, her head lifting to watch him. Words: 278 Notes: Muse: Tune:

[Feather]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/mX2mB.png] Wulf's head snapped up as someone started talking again. Was he dreaming? Nothing seemed right anymore. It was like he was in a topsy turvy world where the sky was the ground and the ground was the sky. The dun stallion felt like he was about to be sick. His face became soaked with salty tears that felt like they were burning every piece of dry skin they touched. Wulf just couldn't understand what was going on. When he was in his cocoon, the emotions just couldn't reach him and any body function that would have a connection to his emotions (such as laughing or tears) just didn't make sense. He turned his head ever so slightly to look at the one who had started talking to him. It was a mare like him, only darker. They appeared to be the same breed, about the same age, and the same height... they were the same? ”Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, but…how do you sleep, with all of these…masters…around? I guess I’ll understand if you ignore me again. I only wish I could do that.” What? What was she saying? All Wulf was getting was a gurgling noise with her mouth opening and closing. She was saying something and deserved at least a simple answer. Even if she were just a figment of his imagination. "N-mph... N-mph... No." He stated, taking three tries to do it. That was going to have to do it. All the strength Wulf was officially all used up. No one was going to be able to do anything about that. Not any of the spiteful masters or the slaves that were like him. No, no one was like him not even the cowering slaves in every pen in this place.

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[tarnishedcopper]

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/CendrillonHorseMiddle.png] "Speech." Cendrillon noted how his head snapped up when she spoke to him. He didn’t seem to truly acknowledge her words, something that peaked her curiosity further. But she saw that he wasn’t looking good. In fact, the stallion looked as if he might be sick, and tears rolled down his face, onto the dry skin there, and she winced in sympathy. When he turned his head ever so slightly, she watched him, her warm brown gaze friendly, despite the lack of encouragement she’d had from him so far. "N-mph... N-mph... No." He said, seeming to take three tries to get the simple word. But since the mare was not at all a vicious creature, she didn’t leap at this chance to take advantage of him, or to make fun of him. No, she merely dipped her head gently, and stepped back a bit. ”I’m sorry for bothering you.” Rilla said softly, her gaze dropping to the ground, but not before seeing how tired he was. The male seemed to use up all the energy he had just to speak. And she was the one who had been the cause of his speaking. ”I’m Cendrillon, it-it’s nice to meet you.” She continued, not sure as to why she kept trying to talk to him when he clearly wasn’t acknowledging her words. Perhaps it was because she wanted to know why he was this way, what had been done to him for this. And then again she was about as likely to learn that as she was of telling him about her own history. The fae did understand what it was like to be so tired that she felt dead, numb, but she also knew that it wasn’t good to stay that way, for it was a slow killer. However, she wasn’t judging the stallion next to her, and wasn’t about to. Words: 310 Notes: Muse: Tune: