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Post by Clippy on Jul 2, 2011 7:07:43 GMT -6
Watch your back.... The black hooves pressed deep into the muddy ground, squishing as the heavy being stepped through. Gasps and whispers sounded from the sides of him. The tall, ebony Fresian stood mrnacing and yet, proud.
One particular whisper. his ears swiveled to catch.
"Don't worry, it won'e be much longer."a litte, pathetic colt said. Quicker than he could comprehend, Son had a large boulder over his rather tiny body, at least, compared to it.
"What won't last long?" Son growled menacingly, with a treatening look into the pitiful, scared little eyes.
"The-uh-the....mealtime is not far away." he responded.
"Liar!" Son shouted, and hit him with the boulder, not wanting to crush him. Fresh blood ran down the colt's face now, and Son left just as he had come.
He now went over to the mare's part of the compound, or the foaling mare's, anyway. There was some new mares, scared, pathetic looking, who hadn't been bred yet. He looked further down the compound, and a mare was obviously in labor. He stood outside her stall, and waited, to make sure it was a Power foal. The little palomino mare sweated, circled, and nipped. then, she finally laid down, but screamed with every contraction. Son snickered, knowing a lot of mare birthing power foals were in obvious pain. Power foals were hell-sent creatures. Finally it came, the little bundle not hesitating to try to get up immediately. Another good sign. Finally, the bithing sac came off, and he could see the foal clearly. It had a red spark in his eye, so Sonny proclaimed him a Power foal, and the mare wailed.
Then, he moved on to his other job in the foaling stables. He went back to the mares who weren't bred yet, taunting each one. They all looked fearful, having seen what a Power foal could do to them. He decided to pick on a chestnut mare, who was a tad larger than the others. He took great delight in nuzzling her slowly, working his way back. He then mounted and bred her slowly, laughing at each scream she had, from supporting his heavy weight, from knowing the evil which was to come. She sceramed and tears streamed down her face until long after Sonny left the mare's stables.
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Post by cavathecannibal on Jul 2, 2011 14:53:17 GMT -6
The Compound had always bothered the feminine, who walked slowly into a stall, passing the tyrant, Son, as she did. It smelled of death, old, rotten food carcusses, and the very worst to her nostrils; that crimson red liquid that haunted her every thought...blood. As she made her way into the barely lit stall of hers, she found herself more hopeless and unhappy as ever. It's hard to believe a slave would rather work till they died than rest up in a stall. Though, this slave was just that. She rather work till death, because to her death was a blessing...she rather be a cold skeleton than have to be beaten and forced to work everyday; no meals in between until supper time. She heard the click of her cell being locked, and she laid down to rest her tired legs. Never could she understand why God had made her just a slave. Why hadn't he let her be born to a free herd? A herd in which she could be by her mama and run and frolic in the tall grasses. Eat and find a love of her own.
"No.." She muttered to herself, startled by her own voice. It had been months since she had said a word. "Maybe God needs me here...or maybe he just hates me." She finished, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Sighing heavily, she stood up and closed her tired eyes. She was unsure of the time, but since she was in her stall, meal time would be coming soon, then she could spend the rest of her night resting inside her stall, thinking of a way to escape. |
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Post by weber98 on Jul 3, 2011 17:19:10 GMT -6
Fuego finished his hard day's work, his back crisscrossed with new wounds from the overseers. He took a minute to glare at them before heading back to the compound. He struggled back to the compound, slipping into his dirty, stinking stall. the lock clicked shut behind him, and he cursed the sound. If only he were free, he could help the rest of the slaves. Help them escape, so they could regain their lives back. He caught sight of the episode between the friesian power and the pitiful young colt. His eyes flared into flame as he watched. His eyes scorching gaze rested on the power, hatred burning towards him. He closed his eyes in pain as he heard the screams of yet another of his people being forcebred by a power. One day he would help them, one day he would get them all out of here. One day... He glanced over the divider to the stall next to him, which held a small feminine, obviously being worked too hard as they all were. She was barely more than a skeleton, and the look in her eyes told him that she longed for death. His heart went out to her, but he was a fighter. He would never just give in, no matter what it took. He sighed softly, then whispered, "Hello. My name is Fuego. I, too wish to escape. I was born free, but was captured and brought here. Back home, they used to call me Gladiator."
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Post by Koda on Jul 3, 2011 17:50:22 GMT -6
She’s the one... thoughts text words Entering the stables, Er passed Son on her way out, a displeasing pride glowed through his eyes with a mixture of uncaring. Even without a word, she could already tell what business he did in the stables and his reactions to the scene and how the mare he bred took it. Screams echoed out from the building to proved her thoughts correct. Being a mare herself, you would think some sort of pity would escape her grasp sooner or later for all of the others pain, but this was far from being the case. In the eyes of this mare, all Slave, Natural, and Powers that have chosen to help the first two where looked down upon, mare, stallion, foal, whatever. They were all alike and placed in what category in her mind, which is ‘lesser.’ They would never be as good as she or those that she called her companions and those who rested on the same level as her.
Making her way past the stag, she couldn’t help but smile gently and reach out her muzzle, touching his neck. Any power foals? she asked, both eyes looking up into his, glistening. Even though she was in no need for a mate, nor was she in search of one, she would never go past an opportunity to at least have a casual conversation with any stallion of her equality, which, in others eyes, would be labeled as ‘flirting.’
Many mares looked down upon Er for this, mainly because she didn’t care to look past the thought that the stallion might have a mate whose heart holds his truly, but not like that will change her in the least bit.
But as far as she knew, Son was alone, which again, wouldn’t matter because she treated all stallions equally, favoring some more than others of course. Possible fancying more than others as well in the way she speaks and what how her body language plays, but overall, most stallions were treated the same.
Er hasn’t know Son for a while, but he was a strong, handsome Frisian who she wouldn’t mind getting acquainted too. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by cavathecannibal on Jul 3, 2011 22:32:50 GMT -6
The feminine's eyes shot open. She looked over, the unfamiliar voice startling her. No one ever talked to her...she was seen as stupid and unworthy of their words. The horrible treatment was given to her by powers and slaves, elders to young foals. She stared at the unfamiliar stag. Had he always been in the small, dirty stall next to her?
Maybe he just arrived here in Hell.. She thought to herself, barely realizing she hadn't spoken a word to the stag since he introduced himself five minutes earlier. She opened her mouth, hesitating for a moment, before finally speaking a few words (more than she had spoken in months).
"I do not wish for freedom, I know that will not come...at least not in my lifetime. I wish for death, that is the more logical option." She replied, flicking the annoying flies off her rump. "And my name is Regina." She added, looking at the ground and pawing it. She knew the stallion would stare at her a while, snort, and turn away soon. Every horse did it, how was he different? The mare stood there, and when her meal was pushed through a hole at the bottom of her stall, she lowered her neck and took a few bites. She cringed in disgust, only eating a few bites before pushing it away and laying in the corner of her stall; she only had a few hours of rest before she would be forced to labor in the fields. Again, like she did 365 days of the year. |
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Post by squirrely on Jul 5, 2011 19:01:36 GMT -6
not even death... textthoughtswords
Faice strutted along the beaten down path, towards the dark, nasty slave compound, in the twelve-o-clock sun.
He had just finished his first shift in driving the slaves, and now heading off to his next job. He had to make sure the slaves in the compound were in check, check on the slave foal-mares, that sort of stuff. He didn't enjoy this job as much as his driving job, but he never complained one word. The marwari stag's cremello pelt gleamed in the light, as thin coat of sweat gently beading down his long, bony legs. His orbs were big, curious as he saw to figures ahead of him, closely conversing.
His curved ears flickered towards Erisys and Son, trying to eavesdrop their conversation. The stag gently pressed next to them, feeling awkward, like he had just ruined a silent moment.
He nipped Er gently on the withers, in a sweet, playful manor. Hey Er, Son. he said, his voice light.
As he waited for a reply, he looked the two equines over, wondering what their thoughts were as they gazed gently at each other.
Faice was aware that Er flirted with other stallions, but he always felt a hint of jealously, tingling in his stomach. The way she spoke, moved, smelled. The humor and friendliness in her smile when she called him 'Banana Ears'. It all appealed to the messed up stallion.
Faice knew that everyone was imperfect, but he felt that Er was perfect, one hundred percent. [/center] ...can save you |
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Post by Clippy on Jul 6, 2011 21:56:03 GMT -6
Watch your back.... Son's lips twisted into a faint smile. "We've got one colt. He looks a lot like daddy- and bites like him too." he said, giving her a small wink at her obvious flirting. He nuzzled her cheek a little, just to respond-not that he acatually had any interest in love. He respected the fact that she still had some sense of normality- Son's job deprived him of life, in a way.
The tall Fresian stood proudly, as if it was an accomplisment that Er stopped and talked. He's been watching her, just a bit, to see what she was like. She had the same ranking as him, so it wouldn't be anything new for one to watch the other, to try to knock them down. At least, that's what he had heard. But Son had no interest in knocking her down, he respected this mare a lot. He wanted to see why she was so cruel and yet, so charismatic.
Then, he was interrupted by another voice, a more casual one. He took one glance, to see who interrupted his thought. He saw Faice, and sighed. "Hello, Faice." he responded, to be polite. he's always there.... |
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Post by Koda on Jul 7, 2011 19:45:52 GMT -6
She’s the one... thoughts text words Smiling gently, she cocked her head lightly, chuckling under her breath. Well, if he’s like his father, then he’ll grow up to be a charming, handsome one won’t he? she replied, pressing her cheek against his muzzle as he nuzzled it, leaning over so her own nuzzle touched his cheek, feeling his warm breath on her cheek, sending the same toasted air on his pelt.
Pulling back, her bright colored eyes smiled at Son, before turning around at the one who had touched her gently on her withers with their teeth in a whisper of a nip.
Widening her eyes, she smiled and reached out with her own muzzle, touching him gently on his neck in a sort of mild embrace. I’m surprised to see you here Faice. I didn’t know you came this way often, she said, smiling in a friendly manner.
Even though Faice was a Power, he didn’t seem the kind to force breed mares and laugh at their agony like other would, such as Son, did. Not like she cared or bothered her, nor was he a disgrace as others may look at him. He was a quieter Power, which was perfectly fine. A Power didn’t always have to be loud and rowdy. There are plenty who are the silent kind, who leash out unexplectedly, but in the end, do their job just as well.
As for Er, she makes sure others know she’s in charge and to respect her, unless they are of higher rank of course, but even then, she makes her mark and doesn’t allow herself to be trampled over on. Especially with the Slaves and those of the like, just her eyes can keep them at bay, she was simply different with those who were like her.
As of now, she was pleased to be accompanied between two great stallions, smiling brightly in the bright sun that lighted up her darkened pelt, the reflection of her mane and tail blinding, and her eyes sparkling off the rays. ...they warned you about. |
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Post by weber98 on Jul 12, 2011 16:21:00 GMT -6
Fuego dipped his head slightly in acknoledgement. "I do not press on only for myself, but for all the slaves." he whispered. "I'll free them one day, or die in the attempt." He sighed, glancing around the filthy compound. His soul ached for the pain of these horses, and he felt responsible for their welfare. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of despair and pain, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "Someday..." he whispered, opening his eyes. As his meal was pushed through the slot in the door, he forced himself to eat it. He couldn't help the others without his full strength. His eyes flamed at the thought of rebellion, his heart finding hope in that thought. He glanced back at the female next to him, his gaze soft and compassionate. "Hold on, Regina, just a little longer." he whispered through the door. He pawed gently at the dirt at the back of his stall, revealing a small lever. His eyes flamed excitedly as he remembered where it led. He heard a gaurd coming down the passage and quickly scraped the dirt back. He held his breath as the power passed, but he didn't notice Fuego's nervousness. He sighed in relief, then continued his excavation. His hooves gradually uncovered a shinig lever, and as he pushed it, a secret passage opened. He smiled. It wasn't a dream. He really had discovered a way out. He quickly closed the passage again. He would wait longer still...
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Post by Clippy on Jul 18, 2011 15:53:58 GMT -6
Watch your back.... [/size][/color] Son's ears swivled, catching a new sound. A pawing, more than likely, judging by the shiting of earth and the small metallic sound. Song gave a polite nod, going to go find the source. He toured the halls, peering in and out. He saw another power in one row, so he decided to go look or himself. He pokes his head in every stall, snickering at each and every horse. He closed his eyes briely, remembering the metalllic sound. He gave a throaty chuckle, approaching the stall. "You'll need a new escape route." Son simply said, walking inside the stall of a frantic and breathless hose, who had just set his foot down. Son snickered. "Pathetic. You're as loud as a hawk during breeding season.", and focused his eyes ona boulder he stored in every row. He guided it up with only his mind, placing it on the spot. Then he moved to his hindquarters. "You get a new stall. In isolation." Son said, nipping his hind to get him going. "Get on with it." he growled, moving him left. he's always there.... |
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Post by weber98 on Jul 19, 2011 11:29:51 GMT -6
Fuego's eyes burned with hatred and contempt. He moved, yes, but he took his time. He was furious at himself. He may have just ruined everything. He said nothing, but his eyes were only a window into the fire in his heart. His determination was what kept him alive, though his body may have caused him to quit. He held his head high, lifting his hooves as high as he could. Son may look down on him, but he would not be looked down on. He met Son's eyes, and instead of defeat, his eyes expressed determination and fire. He moved forward, wondering where he would end up this time. He glanced to the sides at the other slaves, his eyes softening slightly. He glared at each and every power he passed, his mind going back to the fateful night he had come here. They may think he was inferior, but he wouldn't be. He would show them one day. No matter what they did to him, he would never give up, no never. The fire in his heart could not be put out by simple cruelty and neglect. The hope that lived within him was unquenchable. Not even death could conquer him...
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Post by Clippy on Aug 10, 2011 12:52:40 GMT -6
Watch your back.... [/size][/color] Son's eyes flickered with many emotions: Anger. Rage. But his face showed a wide smirk. Here, he felt powerful. As in, a classic bully. But ten times worse. He was enraged with this stalllion's slow pace, and kicked him in the leg. Hard. "Move" he growled, sharply, turning him down the large, quiet isolation corridor. This stall was probably about the size of the hore himself, barely any room to move a hoof. Son pushed him in, biting his hindquarters as a farewell.
"Try to talk, or escape, and your life will be even more of a hell." Son said, sharply, deeply. "And that's not a threat. It's a promise." he said, kicking the small mechanism that closed a door. He gave on evil laugh, trotting out of the almost pitch-black hallway. He caught up with Er and Faice. "Hello. Sorry. I had a...problem to take care of." Son smiled, showing his wicked smile. He certainly was a creature sent from hell. And he liked it. he's always there.... sorry it's so short, I'm in a hurry. |
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