What I carry around in my head

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-20-2011, 11:19 AM

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Hurr, I'm sorry for the quality of this post :[

The youth had spent much time by the horses after the group had returned from Freetown, and liquid silver eyes often traced the energetic form of his horse, and a controlled smile would often rise to linger on black lips. But he didn’t quite know the dark pelted steed too well yet, and thought that some patience would do both parts well. And there was much to think about.

Ebony fingers tapped against hard wood. The air was brooding with his boredom, but he couldn’t quite get himself to do anything about it. Sharp, white teeth carefully bit down on his lower lip as nails scratched the first letter of his name down into the wooden fence. He had sorely missed the rest of the family while he had been away, especially his litter sibling. Perhaps he could bring the younger ones along to see the horses one day. Perhaps even Salvia wanted to tag along.

The claw continued to scratch away against the hard surface, carving the letter of the snake, though his thoughts were elsewhere. The air was slightly humid for a summer’s day, but he was looking forward to chillier times. Evenings would turn darker and the curse of the black coat would be much more bearable.

Twilight Hallow · 08-22-2011, 04:59 AM

The girl was doing rounds, making herself open to anyone who would need her, but she couldn't stay jobless for long. She would get punished. She didn't want that, so she would have to find something soon. Spotting someone near the stables her heart lifted slightly, someone finally! She hurried over to him, kneeled down and waited for acknowledgement. If he didn't need anything she'd have to find someone else, but most were not around to give her work. She felt lost without so much to do, she needed someone there to let her know her place or her thoughts would stray and that always got her hurt.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-24-2011, 06:45 AM

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The boy had limited experience with Salsola’s slaves. He had of course interacted with the slaves that belonged to his parents, but he hadn’t taken much care to get to know them. He was merely the sum of his environment, and he cared little for the canines that were there only to make their bidding. Onyx ears twisted and inspired his dark face to turn towards the approaching female. No, not a female. A slave was merely a slave—an it. His eyes were made of hard steel as the glanced over to her; watched her kneel down before him, waiting for acknowledgement. That was right; he wasn’t a child anymore.

But there were more than two slaves in Salsola. He didn’t know this particular one though. The corners of his lips seemed to curl slightly in the opposite direction than a smile, though it wasn’t necessarily a grimace of disapproval. Had someone in the Family instructed her to fetch him for something? ”What is it?” the adolescent’s voice rumbled, more curious than disapproving. He turned fully to her, resting a hand against the two forbidden letters brought together with a sinful claw. Black tail slowly moved behind his two legged form; hoping; wishing; waiting.

Twilight Hallow · 08-25-2011, 06:09 PM

The man in front of her seemed curious, though she had much experience with others she could say that all of her meetings were all different, each canine had greeted her in many ways, his was not uncommon though. Twilight took this as permission to speak. Her voice low she spoke more to the ground, but she spoke at him.

I'm sorry for bothering you master, I thought you might need some help with something.

She said. Her words soft and quiet only for him to hear. She could feel he might not have anything, but if he at least made something up? She needed permission to do things. She hated not having work. The young slave thrived on taking orders, beatings, and being told how worthless she was. It was how Bastion had raise her, and how she would remain all her days, she would never be self sufficiant.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 08-26-2011, 09:45 PM

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Her words brought no splendid news or summons. He blamed her for the sudden punctuation of his mediocre mood. Why would this worthless thing come and bother him if she had not been commanded to do so? Was it because his status had changed, or was it just chance that had tossed the two of them together. Eyes overcast with grey clouds wandered away from the slave’s figure and over the fence to the onyx horse with the ivory mane. Now that was a being worthy of his attention.

”I’m sorry too,” the teenager replied with sour tones, blame obvious in the flow of words. The thing did not make his day any better by bothering him for no reason. Those were cruel thoughts, but it was how he was brought up. He had been taught that some canines were worth little. This older female was no person in his eyes.

”Bring the black stallion to me,” he decided to say, silver with a touch of cruelty turning to her crouched down form. The stallion was a foul beast, and it could be worthwhile to watch her struggle, and most likely fail. The edges of black lips curled slightly with expectation.

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