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Post by Clippy on Jun 7, 2011 12:45:53 GMT -6
Fiore laid down, a tear swelling in the corner of her eye. The smell of fresh blood filled the air, the crimson liquid streamed down her hindquarters. They had beaten her again and again when she pulled her bundle too slow. She closed her eyes as a fresh wave of pain overwhelmed her, making her let out a soft cry.
But, she wasn't expecting help. She couldn't, anymore. She had given up a long time ago. Nobody would come. She was under this unberable torture for seemingly forever. It had only been a year, but with the Powers watching...
The crimson stained the white specks on her otherwise dark coat, making them red. The wound seemed to be closing, but it would not heal. They would most likely beat it again and again until it became unbearable. Anybody could see the torture she had been through just by looking at the scars covering her body.
She herd another soft whinny. "Help me!" the little male called. He was but a year, he didn't understand why he was here. Fiore, summoning up the last of her energy, slowly got up, took a few wobbly steps, and collapsed by the young stallion, only able to provide comfort. The horse took a glace at her bruised and beaten body, then looked into her eyes with question. Fiore only closed her eyes and turned away, not wuite able to break the news to the young male. How could she tell him that he would be beaten and brusied, used, and abused, just like her? How could she tell him he would work for nothing? How could he tell them the Powers had him, he couldn't be himself, now?
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Post by Koda on Jun 7, 2011 13:49:07 GMT -6
She's the one... thoughts text words Blood stained hooves pressed into the ground, sinking and staining the once pure Earth, to be pulled up seconds later, continuing the imprints on the ground. Three of the four legs that had fouled the ground below it, were white, well, at least you could tell that at one point in time they were so. Now, they were bleached red from the outings of others and brown from the dead earth. The earth they continue to savagely beat. But this was the least of her concerns, if it could ever be a concern at all. Unlike the other creatures that surrounded her, the large mare walked proudly, head high and worries low. Er was paired with some other of the Powers to control this little, segment, of slaves. Her father had gotten her far in the army, with some bribing and taking friendships for granted, but hey, anything to get to the top right? Out of the corner of her left golden eye, she saw something which caused her head snapped around, the pupil slitting into what appeared to be a tiger’s eye. Launching herself at her new found prey, she snarled in the face of a young stallion and a mare that came over to comfort him. “Last time I gave directions, they were to keep moving.” There was no volume in her voice, no emotion. Just flat words that were drowned in commands. She had no reason to have to threaten the slaves, raise her voice, or even command them really because she knew that they wouldn’t dare go against her word. Oh, they knew as well as her as to how much damage she could bring upon one, if not many others. Now that her dark, penetrating eyes looked at the two, the mare seemed familiar. “Ahh yes, I remember you now,” she snickered. “You’re the pathetic mare that wouldn’t leave her dead, shit-worthy foal.” Her voice now seemed to lighten, but only into a dark joker, laughing at her sick and twisted humors. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by Clippy on Jun 7, 2011 14:07:50 GMT -6
"And you're one of the assholes who killed him!" she replied, in a flat tone of voice. She knew she would most likely be punished, so she shifted positions to cover the little colt. If she were to die, hell, let her do it protecting someone. She summoned a little bit of her strength to stand, but could barely do more. Even after just a few seconds, she feel down again, her energy low. She only gave a hard stare to the cruel mare in front of her.
"Leave...him...ALONE!" she cried, loud enough to make other horses turn their heads. A tear stung at the corner of her eye, but she couldn't let it fall. She couldn't show weakness. Her eyes closed in pain as her dry throat was forced to speak. Her voice was scratchy, the lack of water only made it worse.
"Take me, just leave him alone." she repeated, even though she knew perfectly well the Powers didn't care and wouldn't listen. Especially this one, by the cruel, cats-eye glint in her eye. They would beat him and work him anyway, no matter if she begged and pleaded.
The blood on her hindquarters was darker now, with age. She tried to shift positions to hide her latest wound and protect the male, but the task proved impossible. She slumped her head with defeat, as she was certain her punishment was about to come.
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Post by Koda on Jun 7, 2011 14:29:23 GMT -6
She's the one... thoughts text words Er just gave a pleasant cackle. “Yes, yes I am! How sweet of you to remember.” She raised a leg and tapped the hoof against the mares head, as if petting her. “Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you?” she sang, lowering her head to look the mare right in the eye. “You would like me to kill you wouldn’t you? Release you from the pain. Yes, I’ve heard that that’s why some of you like it when we knock you out, a small time to be gone from the pain the wounds give you. Why do you think we stopped? Plus, we couldn’t drag the ones we need around now could we?” She laughed in such a dark manner, it brings shame to be even called a laugh. “Why should I be talking to you for the reasons of why we do things anyway? Now step aside.” Her voice soon fell flat, and her eyes pierced on the young stallion. She had no more to deal with the mare; he was her new chew toy, yes. He will grow up strong, she could use him for oh so many things. “We still need you, whether you’re injured or not, be no use if you’re dead. Oh no, but hello there.” She gave a sickening purr to the stallion, her eyes giving a slight flash the way a predator might when it lands on its prey, the time between catching it, and then finally killing it. But she would wait a while before this stallion would perish, yes, she could use him greatly. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by Clippy on Jun 7, 2011 14:35:23 GMT -6
Fiore took in every word she said, slowly digesting them. A sickening feeling built up inside of her, she realised that all those words were true. She did want to be dead. Something to soothe the pain, something to take it away. But she knew perfectly well it wouldn't happen. No, she hadn't done the one duty they needed her to do: serve as a breeding slave. She didn't know why they waited, but they wouldn't breed her, yet. Maybe they were working her until exhaustion, then try to breed her when she wasn't good for work. That would probably come pretty soon.
Fiore's eyes blazed with anger as she antagonized the stallion, but her good-naturedness wouldn't allow her to fight back. "Stop, please, don't hurt him!" she cried.
OOC: Sorry, this one post was extremely short. I had found out only after I typed that I had to go, so I pressed send by accident and ran, without thinking. Oops.
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Post by Koda on Jun 7, 2011 15:02:29 GMT -6
She's the one... thoughts text words Snorting, Er tossed her tiara; her long, wavy, snow-white forelock fell from being over her left eye to her right. Lifting up a hoof, she smirked as she gave a slight twitch, her hoof connecting with the side of the stallion’s muzzle, causing a slight rainfall of blood from his nose. “Oops.” She backed up and grimaced at the mare. “Next time, I presume you keep your mouth shut. I’ll find your weaknesses and I’ll use them against you, just watch,” she growled lowly, now being dead serious. This was a threat, and she made sure that the other horses around them knew by giving them snapping glares. With their soft whinnies in scared admiration and the way they flinched, muscles timidly swirling under their degrading pelts, she knew she had done her job. “Now, before I have to say this again, keep moving. These logs aren’t going to move themselves now are they?” With a flick of her white tail, she lifted her head up, a sign for them to be dismissed and go back to work, a simple gesture that she was done with them and that they should continue. No need to waste her breath on them, no need to speak another word. They should know what she wanted from them, and that is all they should be told, and follow through with it. Er was cocky in every way, a natural born commander she is, not taking directions well from others. There are only few she takes instructions from easily, and this is because she has earned their respect and their title, but she still holds herself high above others. And the funny thing is, she is a well looking mare, with a dark pelt, unnaturally white mane and tail that are both long and wavy, good build, beautiful eyes and markings, but that heart, if she even has one, seems to strip everything away from her physical beauty. Not even the other powers seem to be attracted to her; even the other mares seem to be kinder than her. But no, she couldn’t settle with simply ‘kind.’ No, that would never be good enough in the eyes of Er. ...they warned you about. |
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