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Post by Frenzi™ on Sept 27, 2008 2:19:31 GMT -5
The sun beat down upon the lands, warming rays washing over everything. Anything green rushed upwards, spreading wide their leaves to catch and soak in the live-giving sun. That was the way of life, or the circle of life, however you felt about it. The hot breeze made the grasses and trees sway, but the doom of the place was emiment. The Wrangler's Camp, the end of the wild life for most horses that dared come about here. But for some it was an area of peace, until the two-leggeds showed their bare faces, then it became turmoil, as most, when they were spotted, felt the sharp sting of the rope as it lassoed and pulled tight around your nape.
Cremello bodice danced onto the human's territory, harks pricked for any sign of action. Nothing caught her attention, so she gently bent her nape towards the grasses, delicate kissers ripping and pulling at the food. The mare's whole bodice was cremello, all the way up to her hooves. Some would say she was albino, but in horse ways, it didn't really matter. Harks continued to flick in different directions, every now and then lifting her cranium from the feast to check around.
Muse: Good?
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Post by Forte! on Sept 29, 2008 18:04:28 GMT -5
[/b] Ivan called, causing birds to take wing in the distant forest. Unable to make out the figure in the cloud of dust and the distance, he was trying to get it to move. Justin's ears flickered in annoyance, and abruptly he tossed his head up against the martingale. He let out a whinny, catching the scent of a mare, and picked up a slow, bouncy trot, auds pricked towards the figure. He called again, ignoring Ivan's hauling on the reins as they approached the dot of cream on the horizon. Justin, knowing this game, was eager to make the mare run away. Or something. Maybe even to catch her. He liked to run, he liked to chase. And, above all, he did not understand what it meant to be wild. To him, all horses should serve under man.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Sept 29, 2008 18:33:31 GMT -5
Cytheria//
Delicate silver auds flicked as Cytheria continued to munch on the glorious green. She had picked up the sound from oncoming hoofbeats, which around here wasn't an odd thing at all, being as there were so many wild horses out here. By the loud thumps of the hooves she could tell the horse was large, possibly even larger than herself, which alerted her to the oddness of the situation. Never in her young life had she seen any other horses as tall as she, and being in a herd was out of the question with her size, though unknowingly some would probably have welcomed her with enthusiastic vocals. The cremello female lifted her cranium from her feast, orbs locked onto the oncoming shape.
Still, she was unable to make it out completely, though she was sure it was an equine, and something was astride it. What else would it be, other than a human? Her nares flared wide, catching the scent of the unfamiliar stallion, cranium rising higher. She stood a towering 17 hands above the earth, though she was sure the draft was either as tall, or taller, which would not bode well for her. Trying to seem uninterested she slowly turned on her hooves and started walking away, cranium lowering closer to the earth. Perhaps she could get out of this yet, but if the other decided to pursue her, that was the end.
Her bulk was starting to make it's pros and cons. A pro, she could do about anything without having to fear another horse, a con, it was still hard for her to make sharp turns, and without a guide, panic would probably set in soon enough. Auds flattened against her skull as she picked up the pace, trying to block out any sounds of pursuit, if there were any. She let out a soft snort and flicked her silver banner, kicking the trot a gear higher.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 1, 2008 18:47:01 GMT -5
[/i]you?"[/b] he called to the mare, almost silently. His ears flicked back as the mare suddenly wheeled away from them. She was walking! This idiot! Did she not know what man did to the horse? Did she not know what this man would do to her? He tossed his head against the bit, forgetting about the whip for the barest instant in his confusion. Then there was a lash of pain in his heels, and he picked up a quick lope, following the mare against his will. He tossed his head down, a sign that he was about to buck, but he did no such thing. He fear had tamed him, and he went after the mare like a dog. "Get on, mare!" Ivan called gruffly from the saddle, urging Justin into a flat-out gallop. If he could not catch the mare at this pace, it would wear her down quickly enough. Even if the same could be said fro Justin, who was about her height but had the powerful speed of a racer, with dark, rippling muscles lining his heavy frame. "If you want to be free, get on!" He was confused by the mare's pace, a steady trot, and because of it brought Justin down to a slow lope, the gelding tossing his head up and down again. He would catch no sick horse.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 1, 2008 18:59:59 GMT -5
Cytheria //
The stallion's neigh trembled over the land, reaching her auds, but not making her pace change, though her pillars were too close, too much on the brink of bolting to listen to him. Yet after the words there was another sound, one much like the thunder that crashed across the sky, leading on the heaving and rolling black clouds, almost like pets. Her cranium shot upwards, and her pace kicked into a canter. The sound was unfamiliar, though it did not frighten her, at the moment anyway. Then the sound of the thundering hooves, moving into a gallop, and coming quickly in her direction. Her heart thumped in her deep chest, and then, it came on, the fear welling up.
Her cranium flew high, and she rose up on her hind legs, front pillars raking the air mercilessly. Cremello locks whipped around her face, and then she was off. Her hooves met the earth with a quake, and with a powerful push from the hind pillars, she was running, tearing through the mild brush, hooves trampling anything that came in her way. The unlucky grasses were crushed where they rooted, dirt flying behind her unshod hooves as they thundered across the earth. Her speed was terrifying, added to the sheer size of her frame. Cremello bodice struck out across the land, banner streaming out behind her like a banner.
Her lyrics came now, a medium-pitched whinny that rumbled from her maw, sharp and piercing, just like her name, Cytheria. She could hear the pursuing stallion behind her, not seeming to be any closer than he was before. The man's harsh tunes came running after her, and finally into her panicked mind. Was she actually listening to him? Or was it simply the fear the unnaturalness of the situation caused? Whatever it was, she continued to run, her pace speeding up every now and then. One thing was sure, she couldn't go on like this forever.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 2, 2008 17:43:01 GMT -5
[/b] Ivan cried, though he could not see for all the dust, and thus did not know if the rope had worked or not. The other end was rooted to Justin's saddle, his mighty weight drawing back against it as Ivan dismounted, stepping through the cloud of dust, trying to make out the form of the mare.... If she had not been captured, she might have gotten away by now.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 2, 2008 17:57:50 GMT -5
Cytheria//
She heard the stallion getting closer. Oh, she could've gone faster, that much was quite plain, but honestly, she could smell the sweat-caked sides of the stallion, not to mention the anger that was radiating like warmth from the man. She knew if she got away, it would all go out on the stallion, and it would just be worse for her too, when she finally felt the rope around her nape. Her pounding hooves slowed, breathing becoming easy as she settled into a slow gallop, just simply waiting now, for the man to catch up. Her orbs had lost the whiteness to them, glancing towards the palomino stag as he pulled up to her side, clearly trying to warn her. Her maw parted for but a second, uttering her last words without the rope, or bit in her maw, "No, I couldn't."
Her sides had stopped heaving now as the stallion pulled away, now coming up to the other side of her, and then, she felt the sting of the rope around her nape. She was pulled backwards by the sheer weight of the two combined, knowing to fight now would be suicidal, though the thought was still running through her mind. No, suicide wasn't the answer, she would handle it. A snort escaped her maw as the man's rough tones met her auds, and her silver banner flicked to the side, almost mockingly, though he had been successful, and she had not.
The man had come down from his mount, though the strain on the rope still did not slacken, and now she made out the rope was tied onto the stag's saddle. The cloud of dust was staring to settle, and her cranium was just starting to appear. As a last move she rose up on her hind legs, front pillars slashing through the air, whipchord flying around her face. The sight was truly magnificent. The cremello mare towering upwards, pelt glinting silver in the sun's rays. Almost like a god, or in her case, goddess.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 8, 2008 16:49:47 GMT -5
Justin tossed up his head at her words, a look coming over his face that had never been there before. He was young. He was a bit self-centered. His own life was all that mattered to him, but the fact that this mare, a stranger, would give her freedom for him surprised him utterly. Ivan was jostled as the Belgian threw his head to the ground, fighting for control and losing as soon as the whip came into sight. The sclera was showing in his eyes as his gaze met that of the mare. "Run! If he catches you, I will have no choice but to do as he says. If you go now he will not kill me!" He knew the punishment for disobedience well. He had heard the scream of horses.
Ivan saw the mare now through the cloud of dust, and a wolfish grin appeared on his lips as he shot a warning glance at Justin, who stood his ground miserably, ears back, eyes locked into Cytheria's. The man chuckled as the cremello bodice loomed above, then rose. There was power unexpected there. She would soon be rid of this foolish delusion of power over man, though. All horses were, in time. Even Justin had begun to see that, as unhappy as it made him. No life could be worse than this one for a horse. "Ah, we've got ourselves a pretty one, Justin," Ivan chuckled, his voice heavily padded by his accent, "what shall we call her?"
Justin stared at her, wanting with his whole heart to run away now, to escape this. But fear was greater than any desire, and he stood, bringing hoof to ground so hard that pain shot through his leg. "Why did you do it?" he asked, accusingly almost, his ears shooting back as Ivan looked over the mare, "I would have been okay. I'm used to it." That was a lie. No matter how much he lived with it, he would never be used to it. Could any horse get used to his life? He knew that not even loyal, innocent Bartok had truly felt that this life was the last one they would face. Justin hoped with all his heart that he would go to a better place some day. But the future looked bleak. |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 8, 2008 17:13:57 GMT -5
Cytheria//
Her massive hooves came crashing down, nares flaring at the rancid scent of human. A smirk came onto her maw as she glared at the stallion, ignoring the man that came closer every moment, just for a minute. "It's not like I could run away, I still can't make sharp turns," she snorted, bobbing her head up and down and taking a step backwards, cremello pelt glinting in the sunlight. "Besides, it's too d**n late now," she said, her maw barely moving. Chocolate eyes focused on the human, neck arching, pretty much a habit. Her banner swished behind her, and she stood still, even though every muscle, every instinct, told her to get the hell out of there, and run. Run, run as fast as she could away from here. But lo, there was nothing out here for a horse of her size, there's no challenges, nothing. And honestly, she lived for challenges.
She couldn't really live out here. At least with a human she could have challenges, those from the sound of the stallion, it seemed a great challenge was coming. "Why?" she repeated, flaring her nostrils again, not even the slightest bit out of breath, though a thin sheet of sweat lay on her pelt. This caused the extreme shine from the relentless sun. Her own harks shot back as the man approached her, and she took another step back, not really frightened of the man, just wary, though she probably should've been. "Why! What a stupid question, you seemed smarter than that," she said, chocolate eyes flickering. "Because, I would've managed to get myself caught sooner or later, and there's nothing out here for a horse my, well, our size. No challenges." She almost huffed these words, besides, she wouldn't have been able to outrun Justin.... though she didn't say that.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 8, 2008 17:35:42 GMT -5
Justin narrowed his eyes with a bewildered snort. "You only had one chance to get away from him. Now you never will," he wasn't angry for her, he was sorry for her. She didn't seem to understand how dire this situation was. He looked at her wistfully, that lovely arched neck, the bodice that was finely muscled and traced with strength beyond that which a normal horse possessed. His heart broke for her. Within a year she would be the same as him. Toiling endlessly, doing nothing that one loved. It took its strain on any horse, no matter hoe young or daring they were.
"Aha. We have spirit, have we?" Ivan asked, ignoring his own stallion as he stared at the proud mare. "Cytheria, I think. The goddess of beauty," His beady eyes narrowed. Yes, that was the name for this mare. Ivan knew as much about mythology as any scrappy street kid could pick up, Despite his appearance, Ivan was actually well-read in such matters, though normally he read them for their violence. Greek legends are notoriously bloody. And bloody was how Ivan tended to like it. He ran his dark eyes over Cythe once more, indulging in her figure. Yes, she was certain to be a better horse than Justin had ever been.
Justin stomped his hoof in outrage at Cytheria's comment, his ears slamming back. "You don't know what you're dealing with, do you, mare?" He still wasn't angry at her, but he was on the verge of it. Justin, despite his calm exterior, had turned touchy in his years with Ivan. His eyes were swimming with a mixture of pity and shame. Could the mare really not see what this was all about? Could she not see that this was one battle that she would - eventually - lose? "You picked the wrong human to challenge," he finally said, his voice trailing off to a whisper. |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 8, 2008 18:21:56 GMT -5
Cytheria shook her cranium to the side lightly, "And who ever said I would want to?" her sweet lyrics tuned, coming out in a soft whinny for the human ears. Her chocolate orbs were impossible to read as they locked onto Justin. She watched his orbs stray over her bodice for a moment, and then the human's words reached her auds, though it took a while for her to decipher them. She let out another soft whinny, almost playing suck-up, "Mhm." A back hoof tilted slightly, as she tried to simply ignore the man. Her instincts were still screaming at her to try and run, but the stallion seemed to suggest that it was a really really bad idea. So she stayed still, muscles tightening with the effort.
At her name her ears flicked towards him, and a slightly confused expression came over her face. "Did you give him that idea?" she asked, implying towards the name. Amazingly, he had gotten it right. How odd. Her banner flicked again as her orbs once again flew to the stallion in front of her. "Apparently I do know exactly what I'm dealing with. By the way you're talking and acting, it seems like you have a very harsh and cruel master. But one thing you don't know is, how to play the game." she said, winking. His next words came, but they were so low she had to strain to hear them. "Oh, did I now?" she asked, turning her cranium towards the human.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 9, 2008 17:43:18 GMT -5
"No horse would want this fate," growled Justin, ears flattening against his skull. His banner lashed from side to side in anger now, his pity washed away by this impudent mare. Ivan chuckled as the mare grew tense under his gaze, and stepped forward so that he was stranding at her shoulder, a bit away so that, if she lashed out, he could get out of the way in time. The whip trailed on the ground behind, and Justin stiffened when he saw it, barely listening to Cythe as the mare began to talk again. "Was that really your name?" he asked, curious despite himself.
"Yes, you are gorgeous," mumbled Ivan, "we'll have to get you home where I can teach you to respect me, though," a steely, evil glint entered his eyes, then. Ivan was not a man of mercy. Those gentler emotions may have touched his heart once, but they never would again. For a moment the image of his daughter, grown up now, flashed across the forefront of his brain. But he shook it away. The only person who could have torn him from his darkness was gone now, forever, and she was buried again in the turmoil of his thoughts. "Yes, Cytheria, you will be mine to control."
Justin's nares flared as she spoke, "No, you don't. This is a human whose cruelty extends to all those who touch him. He is afraid to be kind, and as a result he has no fear of anything else," he lowered his glance, "he has forgotten what it means to be human." His outrage, petered out for an instant, returned again when she spoke. One hoof lashed out at the ground again, hard. His eyes narrowed, nares flaring. "You think this is a GAME? Idiot!" his breathing was heavy now, "this man will not exercise with strength, Cytheria! He would as soon kill you as look at you." |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 9, 2008 18:13:58 GMT -5
The man's presence came even closer to Cytheria, but the only part of her bodice that moved were her harks, orbs, and banner. She was glaring at Justin. He had no idea what the life was like for her out on the plains. She wasn't ever going to join a herd, and being a Loner was just so over-rated. Her eyes softened to Justin's words. "I know, I just can't live out here any longer. At least I won't be killed, well, right off the bat anyway." Her whole manner had changed as the consequences had started to sink in. "Yes, that was my name. The same reason my mother called me it, too." The name thing was probably quite easy to understand, as her mother was captive when she was born, and another horse in the stables was called that. Yet she was somehow stolen, and thrown out into the range at the young age of a single year. Now, it was over.
Her harks flicked towards Ivan, catching the meaning of his words but not saying anything in response to Justin. "She listened carefully to his words, and when he was finished she closed her eyes, though still not moving. "He's looking quite a bit, and I'm not dead yet. That's a good sign for the moment, right?" she asked, finally catching on to Justin's mood. She seemed to be in a whole herd of trouble, though it hadn't started yet. Her orbs lightly and quickly scanned over the whip that was in his hand, wondering.
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Post by Forte! on Oct 9, 2008 18:46:55 GMT -5
Justin's gaze softened as she spoke, and a guilty look crossed his face. "I'm sorry," he said, "for calling you those things. I understand. I couldn't live out here if I wanted to," he sighed quietly, ears flicking forward again. In an instant he was amiable, as he was likely to be. Justin was by no means an angry or bitter horse, all he did was from the kindness of his heart. Despite his large size, the stallion really was just a marshmallow, kind to everyone as long as they didn't get on his nerves. He regarded Ivan with a steady eye.
The man reached out a hand, running it along Cytheria's coat with a chuckle. He could feel the tense muscle there, below his fingers and the lay of her soft hair. "Now, how to get you home?" His eyes glinted, a warning was held in them as he spoke. Justin laid his ears back with a shudder. "I reckon you'll follow us without too much of a fight, won't you?" The whip raised now, dangling in the air and causing Justin to dance at the other end of the rope nervously. He knew what this meant. They would be going back to camp. And he hoped that Cythe wouldn't get herself hurt.
"He's in a good mood... for now," Justin murmured, eying the whip, tensing up a bit. "He's probably proud that he's got you." He looked at her and his eyes lit up as he realized something. He hadn't told her his name! Well, she probably thought him rude for it, if she had thought about it at all. "Er... I'm Justin, by the way," he had a rather sheepish look on his face, but it disappeared as Ivan brandished the whip again. |
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Post by Frenzi™ on Oct 9, 2008 19:15:49 GMT -5
"It's okay. I sometimes am a complete fool, just make sure you tell me when," Cytheria said, one hark pointed towards Justin, the other towards Ivan. She was quite entertained by the stallion. Even though his words before were biting, that exterior had completely vanished. She pictured him as a giant bale of hay that was coming apart, and leaving a mass of oats behind. She gave a sharp snort as a laugh and looked back at him. Cytheria was too preocupied to notice Ivan coming at her side with a bare hand, but when it touched her pelt it was like an electric current ran through her. Yet she was so stiff from trying to stand still she didn't shy away. Which could have been a bad thing, or a good thing, Cythe didn't know.
Yet she still managed to let the ripple of electric current run through her pelt, making it shiver as if a mob of flies had landed where his hand was. It was even worse as he ran it along the cremello pelt, Cytheria's neck arching in wonder. The word home reverberated through her mind, wondering what it would be like. To her, it would probably be this desolate place with wilted flowers and golden grasses, and not the good kind either, the dead kind. She sensed the threat in his voice and once again turned her chocolate orbs to Justin. The whip raised in between them, causing Cytheria to shy backwards a step, almost like a jump, though more fluid and controlled.
"That's a good thing, right?" Cytheria asked, replying to his comment about Ivan's mood. She warily eyed the whip that was still raised, though her harks were tipped towards both of them. His second comment made her orbs dance with laughter, "and who wouldn't be?" The question slash comment was just a hoarse joke, but she couldn't resist. As he said his name she lightly dipped her head. "Nice to meet you, I think. I would say my name, but you already know it."
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