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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/ArsonHorseTableMiddle2.png] "Speech." Arson watched the little fae as she moved her head to rest it on the young stallion’s back, peering up at him, forelock nearly obscuring those shy eyes that appealed to him in such a way. He would have this little fae, no matter what and this scraggly little stallion before him would not stop him in the slightest. In fact, quite the opposite, Ari would enjoy taking down his opposition, seeing his face when he lost, as h died, or perhaps he would make him watch as his girl was taken from him. Yes, he would do that, since he didn’t particularly feel like dirtying his coat once more, having just cleaned blood from it that morning. Sun didn’t care, and it was obvious as he flicked his tail lazily, almost bored, dark, evil eyes sharp with observance. After all, he was looking forward to molding this little fae into a lovely mare, fit to do his bidding only, and become just the mare he desired. But perhaps he would tire of her, and then he could let this stallion have her when he was done with his little playtoy. Maybe. The blood red stallion snorted as he caught sight of the sneer on the opposing stallion’s lips, ears pinning as his head rose. Unimpressed by the little protective actions this male carried out, he yawned dramatically before pawing the ground, ears slanting back in a threatening manner that promised violence. The stag had set his sights on the lovely lady and he intended on getting his playtoy. "You're a bit late. I've claimed her." The male said, tone calm, and he had to hand it to the stallion, loving the way he seemed unafraid as he pushed his chest into the barbed tongs of the pen. "She's mine. I'm a master by right. I don't care how young I am. You have to respect that. And that means you can't take her from me... Not without a fight." At this Arson laughed, actually laughed, and the sound was enough to make one’s blood run cold. Such malicious glee was unnatural, as was the way he seemed to be enjoying this. ”Claimed? I doubt that. You won’t even be able to hold your own in a fight, boy, how do you think you’ll protect this pretty pet?” He sneered, nostrils flaring as he took a step forward, neck arching as he watched the two with eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. Words: 411 Notes: Muse: Good. Tune: Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8d9a88; border: #2d3326 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WHO IS THIS GIRL I SEE STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME? why is my reflection someone I don't know? There was something safe, protecting, something that made her feel like nothing could go wrong. And this something was only blossoming when she found herself in the company of a young master-to-be colt. Already, though, she could see the changes, see the works of what would soon make this colt into not just any master, but one even she’d feel safe and protected with. She looked at him, seeing the relief, seeing the pain vanishing, seeing it all come together as he let out a slow breath, the movement barely making a sound even as the air slipped from between his muzzle. Her eyes, that had been trained so carefully so as to see Persephone before she ever arrived, had caught ever little motion, even as he seemed to work hard at keeping his cool, remaining normal, remaining calm. I promise, May. The soft sound, the way her name was shortened, it seemed so much personal then two slaves who just met, as if they’d been friends forever, knew each other forever. She blinked softly, watching him, listening to him speak such beautiful words, to have so much trust, and faith in her. To hear words that praised, no belittled her. It was a passing treasure, one she’d always hold close to her heart. You didn’t hurt me. You never hurt anyone. And you never will, either. You aren’t like that. For a moment, disbelief crossed her face, instinct bringing Persephone’s words to her mind before, for the first time in her life, she let the words move on past, not allowing them to stick into her brain, haunt her waking moments. For the first time, she allowed herself to trust someone else, as the disbelief slowly changed to a stunning relief, relief to know that one person, at least one, was willing in believing the best in her. She could feel her face heating slightly, tiny hooves piercing the mud as she shifted them slightly, before finding the courage to look at him and smile, “You really . . . believe that . . . believe . . . in me?

[/b]” Just the way she phrased the question was enough proof to show that she wasn’t used to such faith, such promise of being seen in a bright way. I promise, May. I would never lie to you. I promise. She smiled faintly, before the smile fell when it was his turn to close his eyes, looking ashamed.

There was something so very wrong, in her mind, to see such a prideful, boasting colt turn into such an ashamed, retched thing. And it instinctively made her want to move closer, promise that everything would be okay, anything to see his ears perk back up, his smile in place, the prideful puff as he’d throw his chest out, head arched. But this, this Avanti wasn’t the Avanti she knew, head dropped, ears falling, muscles slack,, and instantly she’d brushed her muzzle against his cheek, and she couldn’t help but smile when he opened his eyes, whispering softly, that only because her muzzle was against his cheek, her head by his, could she hear, I promise that, too. She pulled away, her strawberry forelock falling softly into hazel-golden eyes as she smiled, “Good.” She couldn’t bring her voice up higher then a faint whisper, merging with the air between them, a silent conversation lost between the two lone being promising to be together even as the awful truth would linger between them. They were just two beings, two lost foals stuck together in the middle of a series of slave pens, stuck with out a promise of what would come tomorrow, destined to be pulled away. A team. Always. You could never let me down, I swear that much. And I swear, I’ll do anything to protect you. She smiled instantly, having never had anyone (other then her parents) prepared to protect her, and to do anything to do so. She couldn’t help the bright smile that lit her eyes, as she nudged her muzzle against his neck, happy to be close to someone who was ready to keep her safe, cared for . . . to know she didn’t have to worry.

Or at least, for that moment it felt that way. But the moment passed the moment the master had seen her, eyed her, watching her, and then speaking to her. Her eyes went wide, her mouth closed shut, even as she noticed Avanti’s muscles tense, sneering, as his ears pinned. May was quick to move, hiding behind Avanti, barely able to bring herself to so much as look at the fiery beast who was there to take her from Avanti, to take her away, and then, her eyes snapped open wide as her companion, her dearest friend spoke in a calm, almost grown up voice. Danger present in the undertones, as he stepped towards the fence, You’re too late. I’ve claimed her. She’s mine. I’m a master by right. I don’t care how young I am. You have to respect that. And that means you can’t take her from me…. Not without a fight. Never before had Maylea understood the term ‘blood runs cold.’ Not until she heard Avanti say those words, saw the images of his broken body left over after a fight, as she was herded away with out so much as a chance to check on him. For a moment she forgot to breath, before she forced the thoughts from her mind. She glanced back up at the stallion, half hidden behind her companion, her tiny body quivering faintly at the fear that her companion could be hurt. Because of her . . . Because of . . . No. She banished that thought, reminding herself of Avanti’s earlier words, that she could never hurt him. Which means that this stallion will back down and leave them alone.

The fantasy was ruined however, as the stallion soon began to laugh, and May’s ears pinned as she took a step closer to Avanti, hiding her body completely from the fiery stallion, pressed tightly against Avanti’s side as she shook with fear at the sound, hiding her face against the side of his barrel. He was here, Avanti was here, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He swore. He’d protect her . . . He swore. Claimed? The voice grated on her steeled nerves, her pillars flinching, her hooves digging into the ground as she tried to keep herself still, other then the occasional shifting of her long limbs, mud once more hiding the sock around her small ankles. I doubt that.[/s] Her ears pinned lightly, but she didn’t move, didn’t look up, remaining hidden by Avanti, keeping close to him, and away from the other. Claimed. By Avanti. Safe. Because of Avanti. But . . . . still a part of her feared, feared greatly what would happen should Avanti get hurt. She couldn’t let him get hurt, he can’t die on her! He was the only who’d ever made her feel this safe, this happy! And he’d protect her, he swore to it, so everything was going to be okay, she just had to trust in that. You won’t even be able to hold your own in a fight, boy, how do you think you’ll protect this pretty pet? The sneered words had her nerves into a quivering mess, as she looked up at Avanti, tugging lightly on a fleck of mane as she stayed close, whispering for him alone, “Be careful!” The plea spoke volumes of what was left unsaid. ‘Don’t get hurt, be careful. Keep us together.’ All of her fears spoken through the two words, even as she dared to lift her head, ears pinned, eyes widening with something a kin to nervous fear as she watched the stallion take a step forward, and when she accidentally met his gaze, the nervousness disappeared, replaced with pure fear as she saw the darkness, the evilness, and she pressed closer to her companion, closer to her shelter. Her safety. Her teammate. Her best friend.

"Shy honesty"
Whispered secrets
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somehow i cannot hide who i am, though i've tried
when will my reflection show who i am inside?

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Avanti
i'd die for her and she lives for me

Slowly, the colt moved his head, nuzzling his muzzle beneath hers; gently lifting it from the place it rested, angling it toward the sky so she looked at him. His eyes gleamed with the innocent smile youth possessed, his ears flicking forward to frame his black and white forelock and listen to those hesitantly spoken words. About believing. When you're young, you can believe in anything. That good overcomes bad. That you can fight for what you want, and make it yours. That evil doesn't last, just passes by, lingering long enough to set your resolve to be different. But the world didn't work like that... He just didn't know it yet. Maylea? She knew it, she knew it because she had been abused... but if he could, he'd make her believe again. Make it true. He wanted to, so badly. Promised he would. "If I didn't believe in you, I wouldn't be standing beside you, right now." He stopped there, letting his eyes drift up to her strawberry forelock. He pushed it gently aside, smiling broadly. "I believe you can be the difference in this world. That you can make the masters see us as equals."

The touch of her muzzle against his cheek bone shocked him out of his revere; when she was around, there was no room for shame. She wouldn't allow it. "It's weird. With you, it seems like there's no reason to be ashamed... because you aren't upset at me, and if you aren't, then the world can't be, either." He'd pretended he hadn't heard her whispered good, though the smile that played upon his face showed that he had heard it. Heard it and cherished it. His eyes ran over his secret best friend, lingering on each marking she had. Everything that made her unique, pretty. God, how the masters would adore her. Even he adored her, mud and rain and soaked to the pelt and all. "Maylea," he whispered, his tone somewhat urgent, though at the same time whimsical and showing how being naive made him feel invincible. "Let's do it, right now. Right here, before it's too late. Let's run away. Please, come with me... and then we won't have to worry anymore. We won't be on sale, on display. We'll just be..."

His words were cut off by the arrival of the master, though he finished his sentence with just one word that she was sure to hear. "Us." It didn't matter that he was smaller, that he wasn't capable of defeating a fully grown stag in his prime. What would matter was that he tried. Because just giving up, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Not that he could when she was taken away, either... but then he'd given a fight, shown that he wouldn't back down. That he'd persevere, until he released Maylea from the hell that could become hers, or become corrupted himself in a quest he couldn't understand; a quest to fill the void. "You don't know me. For all you know, I could easily become your worst nightmare." He retorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe it's you who couldn't hold their own, so you're trying to get me to back down. So you don't have to face the shame of a slave colt beating your sorry bum." He pushed in front of Maylea, forcing himself between her and the stallion. He turned his head once to look at May, not realizing that in a fight, that could be a fatal mistake. His eyes spoke volumes in those few seconds; run, and I'll catch up to you when it's over.

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/ArsonHorseTableMiddle2.png] "Speech." Arson watched with something akin to pity, only twisted and morphed as the two little foals made gushy, gooey, lovey dovey promises to the future. But when he came up, all that stopped, much to his immense relief, and it amused him to see the little fae skitter behind her friend, who, funnily enough, believed he could stand up to the blood-red stallion in a fight. Pity he didn’t seem to have his head on straight. All because of this beautiful fae. Maylea. That was her name and such a good one at that really. It spoke of beauty, and potential. How he itched to have a say in that potential. He wasn’t going to let the little runt stop him from getting the filly, because he wanted a little to have her all to his own. The little bella shook with fear, and something like smug satisfaction entered the dark grey eyes of Ari, before it flitted away to be replaced by threatening determination. She seemed to try and steel herself against him, and he laughed, seeing how she fought her response and stood by her friend, hiding next to him, keeping close. The stag watched as the little fae tugged on the colt’s mane, and whispered something to him, no doubt some form of promise he couldn’t and wouldn’t keep. Ah, such is the fate of such relationships. They die. How else is one supposed to actually live without being dragged down by responsibilities to others? The bella met his gaze as he took a step forward, and he was satisfied to see the pure fear in her gaze, the nervousness gone. So she’s afraid of him. Good. Sun chuckled darkly when Maylea pressed closer to the young stud, "You don't know me. For all you know, I could easily become your worst nightmare." He retorted, rolling his eyes. At this the stag laughed. He had to. His nightmare? ”Boy, you don’t know the meaning of nightmare. And I assure you, you aren’t it.” He snarled, tiring of this little tirade, wanting what he had come for, and he knew he was going to get it. Arson stepped closer once more, "Maybe it's you who couldn't hold your own, so you're trying to get me to back down. So you don't have to face the shame of a slave colt beating your sorry bum." He said, pushing in front of his little friend, the one the older stallion intended to have, turning his head to look at her. Ari saw his chance. ”Now wouldn’t that be quaint. A little pup like you beating a dog like me? Wouldn’t you think? And when my sorry bum is spattered with my own blood, dead upon the floor, and your own pelt stained with blood from your minor, I’m sure, injuries, will your dear Maylea look at you the same way after such violence? I’m sure she doesn’t believe she’s worth it. Or is it that she would like to see you become violent like me? For all pups grow up, and become dogs, now what kind of dog you become is completely up to those that rule your every waking thought.” Ari sneered, stepping closer with even steps, gaze on the fae as if he intended to take the coward’s way out by herding her off away from him. But really, his aim was for the throat, and when he lunged a moment later, hooves snapping against the ground to give him the traction he desired, he knew the boy would regret his mistake. Words: 594 Notes: Muse: Tune:

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8d9a88; border: #2d3326 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WHO IS THIS GIRL I SEE STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME? why is my reflection someone I don't know? May looked up at the taller colt, allowing him to lift her head, ears flicking towards him, listening as he spoke, swearing he believed in her. Her gaze lowered faintly, as she felt his breath against her face, his muzzle pushing her forelock aside, before looking up again at his words. The masters seeing them as equals? Because of her? "But . . . how? How could I ever be able to do that? I'm just a silly, stupid little filly." She mumbled, though her words no longer had the sure fire tone they had once held - long before she'd met Avanti. She couldn't understand why, but just him alone, telling her he believed in her was enough for her to feel like maybe she wasn't as bad as her sister always said. She smiled slightly at his next words, surprised at how much she was helping him, as she nuzzled him softly, "Why would I ever be upset with you. You've only shown kindness to me. You're . . . You're my friend." She said, before her head turned up as he whispered her name, before saying it, that they should just run away. This time though, her gaze wasn't terrified, it was thoughtful, almost ready, though her gaze changed instantly the moment the stallion showed up, the master, as her friend finished the sentence with 'Us.' The stallion was terrifying, enough so that as he chuckled darkly, her tiny body quivered, as she kept close to her friend, her new companion, even as the adult laughed, snarling at Avanti's declaration. Deeming the colt, belittling him, assuring him that he wasn't close to the adult's nightmare. Avanti moved then, pushing in front of her, keeping her behind him, before turning to look at her. She saw his glance and gave the tiniest of nods, ignoring the stallions words, even as they caused her to shiver, backing up a step, before feeling the stallion's eyes on her, just enough for her to freeze, her wide, copper eyes on him before seeing him lunge, not in her direction . . . but . . . She screamed, "Avanti!" and instantly moved towards her friend, shoving him so the stallion wouldn't get her friend by the throat, desperately trying to keep Avanti safe, her smaller body barely moving Avanti enough to ensure that the male wouldn't hit him, her eyes wide as she stared at the master now looming above them, she - no longer protected by Avanti in front of her, "Stop!" She screamed at the master, tears in her eyes, "Don't hurt him!" Her voice lowered as tears filled the corner of her eyes, she shouldn't have been here. She distracted Avanti, opening himself up for the stallion's attack. It was her fault he almost got hurt. All her fault. "Please . . . don't hurt him." She said, her voice no longer screaming, but quiet, desperate. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand the idea that Avanti was going to get hurt. It couldn't happen. It just . . . It couldn't. "Shy honesty" Whispered secrets somehow i cannot hide who i am, though i've tried when will my reflection show who i am inside?

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Avanti
and the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The look in the colt's eyes, the tilt of his lips, the angle of his head... All were in response to the filly's words, those mumbled, doubting words. He couldn't help but notice that the doubt was draining, that the uncertainty was being replaced with something else... and the pride in his heart swelled as he allowed himself to think that, for just a moment, he had caused a change in the filly. A change for the better. His ears swiveled to catch her words, though they were words he could never answer. Not because he didn't want to, but because circumstance was getting in the way... stopping him from saying anything, from convincing her to run away. And worst of all, depriving him of the ability to protect her. Because when something as monumental as an adult master steps into the small fantasy world of two slave foals, there's only two ways it can end. The first, everyone complies and the master gets what he wants without a struggle. The second, you put up a fight and in the end, the master still gets what he wants... and at best, you'll be left a bloody mess... Better than dead though, isn't it?

His eyes narrowed as May stepped closer to him, as the stallion made specific moves to intimidate him. His ears pinned and his head lowered, nostrils quivering as they curled up in distaste. "Oh yeah? I'm sure you know all about night mares. I'm sure you make it a goal to be one. Unfortunately for you, I bet only the weak of mind fear you. Because I'm telling you the truth. You're nothing to fear." The words were directed at the stallion, but he knew May would understand he was also speaking to her indirectly. Telling her not to let herself fall into his trip, not to let him manipulate her, toy with her. Be strong. That's what he wanted, that's what he needed... because with what the colt was doing to protect her, odds are he wouldn't be alive come daybreak. So she had to be strong. "All this talk about dogs is disgusting. It just shows who you truly are; a coward who hunts in a pack." Avanti spat out, though he was looking at May now, his eyes pleading with her. "And for the record, I rule my own thoughts."

His head spun as he heard the approaching hooves, his eyes narrowing as he stepped to the side, putting himself completely in front of May, falling for the ruse that this stallion was going to try to separate him and his friend. His eyes widened at the next whirlwind of movement, as the stallion lunged for him. Everything happened so fast, too fast for him to react. He heard May scream, felt her shove her frame against his, knocking him forward so that he stumbled closer to the path of the attacking master. His head whipped toward her, as if he couldn't believe what she had just done. And then he felt it; the chilling sensation as teeth sunk into muscle, his eyes closing against the pain. "Cow... Coward." He whispered, his voice racked with the agony he felt inside, the word directed to no one and everyone at the same time. His speech was deranged, damaged, and the next thing he knew, his world was fading from him fast. Unconsciousness grabbed him, pulling him into the world of the half dead and half alive. His sand colored body crumpled to the ground, blood surging from the wound on the side of his neck. His throat had been missed, though just barely, thanks to Maylea's actions, even if he had thought she'd done it to kill him.

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/ArsonHorseTableMiddle2.png] "Speech." Arson chuckled softly, loving the way the young filly reacted to his appearance, how all that little surefire trust began to ebb away as she realized just how foolish the young colt’s words were. At least, that was how he saw it, but he assumed there was no other way for it to be, since being on the dark side of things made for an interesting thought process. Maylea’s tiny frame quivered, and still she moved closer to her ‘friend’ and he couldn’t help the snort of laughter that left him when he moved in front of her, to protect her. How wrong he was. Honestly, this colt had spunk, the stallion admitted, which made him unacceptable to claim as well, for he would only revolt with his little filly at his side. How pathetic. Couldn’t even stand on his own. Well, he would change that, and happily at that. "Avanti!" The filly screamed, moving towards her friend, shoving him aside just as the blood-red male charged, "Stop!" Maylea screamed, tears in her eyes as he loomed over her. Shaking his head he smiled faintly, "Don't hurt him!" Her voice lowering as tears filled her eyes, "Please . . . don't hurt him." Her voice quiet, desperate. Whatever the reason, Arson relaxed, and stepped away from the colt upon the ground, and towards the little filly, his posture loosening, his expression warming in a way that showed he was no longer on the more insane edge of things. ”Come with me, my dear. Did you see how he looked at you, he didn’t trust you, doesn’t want you. But you can trust me. I would never call you a coward. You’re far too sweet and lovely to be slandered so. I can keep you safe, can make you happy.” Ari said softly, offering a little tidbit of temptation, sowing the seeds of doubt and hopefully earning the little filly’s place peacefully at his side. He didn’t view the attack he had made on the stallion as part of his plan to win her over, he was simply ridding an obstacle in his way, and now he was at the little filly, offering peace. But if she refused... The blood-red stallion saw how the colt reacted, ears pinning, head lowering, nostrils quivering as they curled in distaste. "Oh yeah? I'm sure you know all about night mares. I'm sure you make it a goal to be one. Unfortunately for you, I bet only the weak of mind fear you. Because I'm telling you the truth. You're nothing to fear." He said, words for him. Arson snorted, shaking his head sadly, for he knew this colt would not realize just how foolish he was being. "All this talk about dogs is disgusting. It just shows who you truly are; a coward who hunts in a pack." Avanti said, now pleading with his little friend. "And for the record, I rule my own thoughts." Were the words he finished with as he stepped to the side, falling for the ruse of separation, and Ari took aim, lunging for his throat, only to have the pesky little filly knock him out of the way, skewing his charge and instead his teeth sank into the skin of his neck, away from his throat, thus making it a non-lethal blow. Sun saw the disbelief in the colt’s eyes as his head whipped towards Maylea, and a smug smile took place upon his bloodied maw as his eyes closed against the pain. "Cow... Coward." The younger male whispered, before fading to unconsciousness, and Arson dropped his hold, stepping over his unconscious body, towards the fae, whispering encouragement, temptation lacing each and every honey-dipped word. He was good at persuading, so good that he was almost positive the filly would come with him, believe him, at least for now, while her mind was vulnerable, easy to mold and shape, and change. Now, the stud would deal with the change that came over time as it came, not now, for she wasn’t thinking on her own at the moment, at least not really. Her thoughts were based on those of others, and he intended to work with that. Words: 699 Notes: Muse: Tune: