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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 11:29:19 GMT -6
Just like that, she was gone. So this is what it was like to feel freedom? Alone, without any purpose. At least with a mistress of some sort, he wasn't bored.
Valentin had been traded to an elder mare to assist her in anything she may need help with. She was a loner, and was looking for a companion. Their arrangement was fine, and she had ended up deeply caring for Valentin. She treated him more like one of her grandchildren than a slave. And with her dying breath, she smiled at him and told him to enjoy his freedom.
It was a lovely gift ... but in the end, it was wasted. All he had known his whole life was work, and being a servant. Nothing else appealed to him. The wild scared him. The thought of being alone made him cringe. Even the few days that he had spent by himself seemed to last forever. The only thing he could think to do was find a new mistress.
So after a while, he found himself at the homeless landing. It appeared that there was some sort of truce set up amongst all of it's inhabitants. Western mares and southern stallions roamed the land looking for their own submissives. It was easily to tell who each group was. Mares and stallions with horrible posture, and their eyes glued to the ground were obviously the slaves. And the proud equines with a glint of ambition in their eyes were obviously recruiters. He felt insignificant in the crowd. All he knew to do was look at his hooves, as he drew circles in the dirt. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait long.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 18:57:20 GMT -6
Here she was again, in the homeless landing. She had been here only once before and had returned home with a broken and beaten stud. Athena had come back to find a strong and healthy stud to help the one good working slave she had. Her herd was coming along nicely though, two studs and a mare. But she wanted more. More stallions, more mares to guard them. She wanted the biggest and strongest herd in the West. She knew though that hunting down stallions wouldn't get her there. She needed foals, and to do that she needed mares willing to carry them. But Athena knew she had to put in her part as well in the foal department. But she wanted the biggest and best stallion to breed her and she would take as long as she needed to find the perfect stallion. But for today she was just looking for a slave.
Athena was not a big mare, she came from pure Arabian blood so she was lean. But weak she was not. She was strong and her firey spirit made up for her slight stature. She came into the meadow at full gallop making a grand entrance. Her red pelt still shined but her winter coat had slowly started to grow in. Her banner danced about her arched neck, her tassel set high and moved like fire. She didn't care who saw her, she was a leader, a queen. She ran half way around the meadow looking at each stag she passed. Some were southerners, she stayed far from there gaze. But others were slaves, she could tell by there stance. She slowed to a jog then stopped her head held high her warm brown orbs scanning the land.
She looked, and looked, but most of the stallions were on the small side. Then she set eyes on him. The big bay male standing alone, looking lost. She wasted no time in picking up a smooth trot toward the stud. Eyes gazed at him, looking him over carefully. She was happy to see he looked hearty and healthy. She stopped only a few feet from him, Hello stranger. She spoke with confidence. Eyes wild with that fire in her heart. She wasn't feeling her normal self today. She felt flirty and aggressive, but that could always change in a blink of an eye. Her mental state was scrambled like morning eggs. One word could set her off into a frenzy, or melt her stone cold heart. Watch out Geneva, the goddess of war is on the loose.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2014 19:24:08 GMT -6
His eyes swiveled back and fourth as he watched all the different exchanges going on around him. A group of mares had been brought in by a single stallion, and it seemed that other stallions wandered over, and took the one that fancied his eyes. It was quite plain -even to Valentin- which horses were considered actual horses and which ones were considered objects. Though, what truly made them different? The height that they held their head? Their size? How they acted? It made no sense to him. You were born a object, or you were born a horse. It seemed simple, but it truly wasn't. What set him apart from other objects. How he looked and how he behaved. Was he a good object? Or a bad one? No one had ever told him.
As he continued to watch the landing, he notice a flash of bright chestnut out of his peripherals. He shifted his head so he could get a better look. It was a dainty mare, that looked fiery and full of energy. This horse was obviously not an object. Valentin watched her circle the meadow with such purpose. It looked like she was displaying dominance above all other horses in the area ... no ... in the world. He was mesmerized by her dance.
She started glancing around the meadow, and his instinct took over. He dropped his head back down to where it belonged, careful to not make eye contact. It was what a good submissive did. Even though he couldn't see her, he felt her eyes burning holes into his pelt, and after a few more moments, he was able to distinguish the sound of an approaching horse. It had to be her. And then she spoke. It was so casual. It made him nervous. "Hello ... Ma'am." He dipped his head slightly lower in an attempt at a greeting. Valentin wasn't entirely for sure on how she wanted to be addressed. So he felt that it was safe enough to just refer to her as Ma'am.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 16:51:46 GMT -6
Typical slave stance, head down eyes averted. She knew it well, it was the same form she was force to take back at her birth home. She was starting to realize it now. Mares in the West were the equals of the stallions in the South. Where the stallions would beat there mares into submission the mares here would beat there stallions the same. She couldn't believe it. But then again she was different. She wasn't born in the West like most lead mares. She wasn't doing this because it was what mares did. She had been born in the South, as a slave. She was here now because she wanted revenge. But seeing these stallions she couldn't get it from them. She would have to kill the Southern stallions to do that. And she had one, the weak and frail Lyle. But he had gone through enough. She wouldn't kill him, but he was hers, and that was good for now.
A small laugh escaped her, Well then, what is your name stallion? Or do you have one? She circled him, judging him on fitness and strength. When she was satisfied she came back round to stand in front of him. He would do well for her. Taking a moment she looked around to make sure no evil Southern studs came sneaking up on them. If one did he would find out she was hell to deal with. Last stud I found here was escorted by his master's guards. But you seem to be alone. Her eyes returned to him then. Were you set free? Or are you a runner? She was just full of questions today. But she had the right to ask anything of anyone.
Athena studies the stag farther, but she was tiring of his low stance. Pick your head up. Let me see you better. She decided then that she would have none of her stallions looking down. They would look up and be proud to be a slave of a goddess. She smiled at him kindly but eyes still burned with spirit. She would be a queen worth serving. Kind and firm, stallions would want her for their master over the other mares that degraded and broken them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 19:25:40 GMT -6
"I have one." The bay stallion confirmed her latter question before answering the first. His name was an easy question. It was a word that he had carried with him since the day he was born. It carried a lot of meaning to him, being one of the few constant factors in his life. It was unique enough, or at least he had never heard anyone with the same name. He wondered how common it actually was for a name. Surely there was someone else in the world with his name. The stag realized he had gotten distracted, and never finished answering the question. "Valentin .... Valentin is my name." He finally answered.
He watched her hooves as she circled him. Checking out the product that she was thinking of taking home. When she came around to his front again, she stopped, and a few moments later, she began to speak. It was a valid question. It was only logical that she would want to know her future slave's recent history. When he was sure she was done questioning, he responded much quicker. "My previous Mistress passed away recently from old age. I was her only servant. My only job was to help her get around when she needed it, and to take care of her. I stayed with her through her final moments. Her parting gift to me was my freedom." He paused to let his story sink in. If she didn't think he was stupid before, she must have thought it now. He knew he had to explain himself. "All my life, I've been a slave. I've known my place, not that I was given an option to begin. The unknown makes me nervous, and the thought of running sounds very lonely to me ... it's just easier this way." He didn't expect this mare to understand him. All she needed to do was accept his decision. Valentin knew he sounded like a dumb slave, but he would rather live in ignorance anyways.
The brown stag responded to the order immediately, and without question or comment. He picked his head up to it's full height, and as he did so, he felt his forelock fall out of his dark eyes. However, he still refused to look the mare in her face. Valentin knew better than that.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 9:32:00 GMT -6
Valentin, a unique name. She at least had never herd that name before. And it fit him well, a handsome name for a handsome stallion. Well, Valentin, I am Athena queen of the forest of Arden. And you don't have to call me mistress or ma'am. Athena will do or My Goddess. She laughed slightly at the last one not really thinking he would go that far in calling her goddess. She studied him one last time before confirming to herself he was the one. She would be taking another stallion home and this one will be much better than the last. But she would wait for him to answer her other questions before telling him.
As he told his story Athena just listened. It wasn't strange to her, she had thought that leads with no heir would set free their slaves with their last breath. With no master to serve the slaves would have nothing to do but wander or be taken up by another master. As Athena would do with Valentin now. But before she could tell him as much he spoke again, a stallion who wanted to be a slave? She had never thought a slave, southern or western would want to be a slave. Athena had certainly not wanted to be one when she was in the south. She did think him odd but that was just better for her. He would know his place and wouldn't try to run. So long as Lyle or Hoover didn't talk him into it.
I do understand about your master. You are a curious one though but that doesn't matter. You will be my slave now and I will treat you well. But never lower you head to me, keep it high in my presence unless I say otherwise. She then turned toward her home, then looked back at Valentin. Follow me now Valentin. Was all she said then started walking off back to her home with a new stud to her name.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 10:03:51 GMT -6
"O-okay ..." Leaving out a formal address was very strange to him. Valentin had never had a mistress like that before. Even the laid back ones preferred to be called Madam, or at least Ma'am ... it would certainly take him some time to adjust. When he was confident that she was done with her introduction, he gave a short nod, to signify him acknowledging her title. "As you wish." They bay stallion finally finished.
The whole time she was speak he held his head up, but he still attempted to look at his hooves. If this is how his new mistress wanted him to stand, he would do it ... no matter how much it fought the ideas currently planted in his head. She continued to make promises that he didn't need to hear. Valentin didn't need convincing, it wasn't his right to know what her plans were. So he continued to nod, not really sure what else to do. This entire situation -how familiar it was to him- was different. Hopefully he would get used to it.
As Athena started to move, he was quick to follow her. No more words were said after that. She was taking him to her territory where he would live and work, and do what ever else she required him to do. After all, this was the life that he had chosen.
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