....desperation.....[continued]

[Clippy]

A tear stung her eye, every word was layered with command. She felt it pressing down on her. Though she was exhausted, she gave a grim nod to the stallion to follow her. "You....you're now a slave. Just like me. Just like them." she said, not willing to explain much more.
She went and slipped on the head-collar, then used her teeth to maneuver the string around the log. She turned and did the robotic motion, shifting all her power to the front, slowly dragging the log in this muck. She dragged, and pulled, and dragged, making only a few feet a minute. She grimaced, her knees felt weak. With a grunt, she finally made it to the pile where they were to be dropped off. She slipped off the rope with her delicate teeth, and trudged back to get the next one.
She, slipping the loop over it, did mostly the same, but this one was extra heavy, and she couldn't move it. Maybe, if she were healthier, she could, but she couldn't. She looked around, hoping nobody would notice her switching logs, nodding for the unfortunate fresh stallion to take it. He dragged it with ease, as she struggled to pull the lighter one she was burdened with. Her knees felt like they were on fire, she was so weak. She couldn't take this much longer, something inside of her knew that. she closed her eyes and pulled,pulled, though she couldn't feel anything, anymore. She was desperate, exhausted, but she couldn't stop.

[weber98]

Fuego played his part well. He shouldered the heavy burden of the log pulling harness as though he couldn't take another step, pulling slowly, but not too slowly. He dragged a log to the pile then returned for another, noting the drama unfolding to his left. His eyes flamed at the powered horse's arrogance and mistreatment of his fellow slaves. He would get them out of this. He promised himself he would. He dragged another log to the pile, feigning exhaustion. On the next journey through the mud, he must have slowed too much, for he felt the bite of a whip on his hindquarters. His eyes flared into flame, but he said nothing, only gritted his teeth and moved faster. He heard the cruel laugh of his captor behind him, and it took all his willpower not to fall upon him, a whirlwind of teeth and hooves. But that wouldn't get him anywhere. He'd most likely be executed, and that wouldn't be any help to the others. He sighed, depositing the log and going back for another.

[Koda]

OOC: Weber- Like I said on the other post, please post at LEAST 250 words. Thank you.

[Koda]

She's the one...

thoughts text words

Once moving some of the slaves, including the mare she had recently encountered and a fiery red chestnut stallion she hadn’t seen before, she began to bark out orders, telling them to move faster, using the thin whip made from strips of bark that was known to leave scars. Walking over to the young, fresh stallion, she snickered at him helping the mare she had just brought here. “Aw, isn’t that nice, helping out the mare that can’t do anything for herself. Just like a gentleman,” she snickered, snorting as her ears flickered in amusement. To Er, all this was like a playground, the Slaves as her toys. They come and go, and she gets attached and favorites once and a while, but nothing like a normal kid to a toy. No, as a normal kid would uphold that special toy with the upmost care, Er just brings them down. She overdoes them, over works them, until they are down in the ground, their corpse rotting away, the vultures that feed on the dead skin sitting on her back, both company to the other. Toys to her were like ragdolls that are just asking to be thrown around. A bit alike a test dummy, seeing whether this was safe, or this was a good idea to use to work on other horses with. Flicking the sheets of snow that hung from her neck and her rear, she walked slowly around, making sure everything was going as planned. Perfect, she thought. The wood was being gathered nicely, after the stronger of the Slaves cut down the trees. Soon enough, the building will begin its construction.

...they warned you about.

[Clippy]

Threatened by the whip, poor Fiore pushed a little harder, tried to move a little faster. The log was just too heavy. She closed her eyes, grunted, and pushed with every last bit of strength in her muscles. The log moved but two feet. She pushed again, another two inches. The goal seemed to far away, now. She watched in embarrassment, sadness, and desperation as others passed her, the more healthier ones more able to pull. The harness was like a curse, it's weight only added to the log's. The cruel contraption pulled against her neck, starving her for air. She pushed again, the log only pulled one measly foot. But she couldn't stop. She had to keep trying, they would hurt her again and again otherwise...
This was the least of her problems.
A shot of pain and heat ripped though all of her already-aching body, and she just knew it: she was gone. If she did in fact recover, they would only take her back to working, if she was still too weak, she would be bred to produce another Power. She fell to her knees, the muck splashing around her,moving out of her path. She then fell to the ground, her heavy body sinking partially into the muck. And there she lay, too exhausted to move a muscle. She could barely breathe. She coughed, her hoarse voice echoing though the air. She set her head back down, closed her eyes, and just wished to die.
Please, just get me out of here!

[weber98]

ooc-sorry, I'll work on it.
bic- Fuego's eyes flashed angrily at Er's treatment of the others, but he sped up slightly, pulling through the muck with all his might. He watched a few of the others fall, only to be beaten brutally to their feet. His heart ached for the others, and his eyes closed in pain. Pulling forward, his hooves making sucking sounds as they moved through the muck, he moved on. He had to pass the weak mare he had seen earlier, and the fire in his eyes dissapeared, replaced only by pain, and longing that he could do something to help. He glanced around, checking to see if any of the drivers were watching, and nuzzled her gently for a second. "Hold on." he whispered, then moved forward. He dragged another log to the pile, dropping it with a grunt. He was forced to pass close to Er in the next few trips, and his eyes burned with hatred. 'How could any horse take pleasure in this? ' he thought angrily. He felt the sting of the whip once more, and angrily pulled harder. someday the powers would get what was coming to them. He intended to give it to them, and the thought was almost enough to make him smirk. His lungs burned, his muscles protested with every step, but he wouldn't give up. It just wasn't who he was. His beautiful fiery coat was caked in dried mud, and his hooves were packed with it, causing immense pain, but he pressed on, if not for himself, than for the others. Some day he would get them out of this, some day...

[Clippy]

And there she lay, fighing the fear that burned in her heart. What would they do, since she was useless? They wouldn't kill her, she knew that. Dammit.
The nuzzing from the stallion who took her burden provided no comfort to her. How could she be comforted, as she faced only two futures? She didn't think the two fates, she knew them deep down. She had watched others, when she was stronger, suffer, fall, and.....she still didn't summon the thoughts, and the fear flared.
Fiore closed her brown orbs, wanting...no, needing to try. She managed to roll her hefty body upright, but couldn't find the stregnth to move her legs. With a small tear rolling down her cheek, she set her head back down, facing her fears, so to speak.
Her memory flashed back, to around a year ago. The sunny feild, the waving trees with the slight sway of the wind. Her little baby had just learned to gallop, and he was having the time of his life. They laughed and galloped together, just mother and son. Fiore hadn't paid attention to the shadows lurking, she hadn't known of the Powers at the time. They were seperated from the herd, nobody knew they were away. Suddenly, there was a large BOOM!, and a bolt of lightning came down and struck the little colt. He collapsed to the ground, and died instantly. Fiore wailed, too greif-stricken to move. She only sat and cried, and cried. The little bundle that she loved so much was gone!
She protested wildly when they came. All she wanted was to stay there with her foal. Then, another SNAP! and her colt's body was on fire. She squaled, and tried to break free, but they had her too tightly. She only screamed and kicked as they pulled her away....
She was now prone again, just like she was before.....