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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 15:09:17 GMT -6
She was left to fend for herself at the landing. After she lost her pregnancy for the second time with her previous master, he didn't really care what she did. She was an obedient slave, and he was grateful for that. But she wasn't genetically serving her entire purpose. So he escorted her to the Homeless Landing, and left. Honestly, she could sneak away and return to the east, but she didn't see a point. She had only "tried" for a foal those two times, but she last them both times. At this rate, she could never be a mother. If she found someone she loved, and he wanted to reproduce, she wouldn't be able to. Ruelyn couldn't handle that disappointment. She was afraid all she was good for anymore was to be a servant. At least she could work, but deep down, she really wanted to be a mother, herself. That was one of the greatest disappointments.
Most of the other mares had been escorted by stallions to this point. They were being traded, and passed around. But she was left with no one. She had never had to wait by herself before. The little brown mare looked around, searching for someone who might look interested, but she found no one. She was afraid to be alone for the rest of her life. If she could find a new Lord, then at least she would be completely by herself.
Hopefully the fates would smile upon her and provide her with some sort of blessing. She would be thankful.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 16:59:59 GMT -6
A week had passed since Deimos claimed Lilly Terrace. He had spent the time familiarizing himself and his trio of daughters with the layout of the land. As he had hoped, Nevaeh had been absolutely overjoyed with the various plants growing on the terrace. She had been able to identify many of them as medicinal herbs that her mother had spoken of. There were some that she could not identify, but, she told him, she would be doing experiments to discover their effects. Deimos tried not to question what exactly these experiments were. He had only had a vague inkling of the kinds of 'experiments' her dam, Heaven, had run, and even what little he knew chilled his blood.
When he felt comfortable enough with the place to start introducing outside mares, he decided to travel to Homeless Landing. Nevaeh, eager to see the place where her father had been born, volunteered to come along. The two of them had left the terrace at dawn, just as the sky was beginning to change color above the tree tops. They arrived in Homeless Landing a little before noon. Though the sun was near its peak, the air remained somewhat cool. The temperature drop was just another signal that fall was coming. Normally breeding season was a happy time for Deimos, a time to sire more foals and meet the little ones he had sired last season. This year, however, marked his daughters' first season. He knew that they could defend themselves against unwanted suitors, but that didn't make him feel any less protective of them.
He made Nevaeh walk close to him as they entered the meadow, his pale eyes sending menacing looks toward any equine that dared to get close to his precious firstborn. Not that anyone tried to get near them anyway; because she was walking on his right side, his burns were fully visible. Most of them were just bald patches of bright, shiny pink flesh, but the left side of his face was particularly disgusting, even for a burn. The flesh was blackened, missing entirely in one spot along his jaw. It hadn't been as irritated or prone to cracking since they left Maran's herd, but one could still see a trickle of blood or puss here and there. Nevaeh seemed annoyed with him for being so overbearing but she didn't argue; she knew better than to argue with him when he was in such a mood.
"Father," she murmured, glancing up at him. "Look, over there." She paused and turned her attention to a mare that was wandering through the crowds. The wanderer appeared small compared to the two of them, her coat a soft, muddy-looking shade of brown. Nevaeh looked her over again, searching for small details that might reveal some of the other female's medical history. While not particularly rounded, she seemed to carry some extra weight around her barrel. Perhaps she had been pregnant at some point? Nevaeh doubted that she was a heavy eater; it was hard to grow fat on a slave's ration, and a master would never allow his slave more than what he thought was her due.
Deimos turned his head in the direction she had indicated, his silvery eyes tracking the mare's movement. Judging by the smile that curled at the corners of his mouth, he seemed to like the look of her. His attention came back to her. "Would you...?" He didn't finish the question, but it wasn't necessary. Nevaeh had known that he would ask her to approach any mares that they found; it was exactly why she had volunteered to travel with him, though she hadn't told him that. For all his kindly manner and desire for friendship, he knew that his size and disfigurement generally discouraged others from speaking to him, which in turn negatively affected how he approached others. She nodded and trotted in the mare's direction, putting on her most friendly face.
"H... Hello, you there" she called. Nevaeh didn't have a lot of practice speaking to strangers, so her conversational skills were lacking. She wasn't even sure if that was the proper greeting for an unfamiliar equine. "I would like to speak with you."
((ooc: I hope that Nevaeh doesn't come off as creepy; I was trying more for socially awkward ^^' ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 17:56:47 GMT -6
A breezed picked up some dust before her and carried it in her direction. Instinct closed her eyes, but it was her who kept them closed. The wind tugged at the tips of her forelock, blowing them out of her face. The rays from the sun warmed her entire pelt. Aside from the given circumstances, today was actually really pretty. It was still early in fall, but the scent of winter was on the horizon.
When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the site of a mare approaching her. This confused her, she was expecting a stallion. That is all that had claimed her in the past. Curiousity sparked, as she waited for the other fae to close the distance. What if she was from the West? What if she was wanting Ruelyn to go west with her? The idea apalled her. But when she spoke, she sounded friendly enough. After a few moments of though, she decided that she wouldn't mind talking to her.
The little brown mare began to speak, "Of course." It had came out more quietly than she had originally intended. As comfortable she may or may not be, Ruelyn was still timid. As she waited for another response, she continued to browse the landing. Maybe she was here to talk on someone's behalf. She noticed a stallion hanging back in the direction that the fae had come from. Maybe it was his bidding that she was in charge of. Looking back to the mare that stood before her, she realized that she hadn't introduced herself.
"My name is Ruelyn, by the way." Her tone was friendly, and her eyes were genuine. A sincere smile pulled at the edge of her lips. It would be easier on both of them if they were able to get through a simple conversation without making it difficult.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 14:49:13 GMT -6
A strange emotion crossed the other mare's face, one that young Nevaeh could not precisely identify. Having little holes in her knowledge troubled her. She resolved to request permission to travel once they returned to Lilly Terrace. Going out would allow her to interact with different equines than she was used to and thus allow her to expand her range of emotional recognition. That this stranger was what alerted her to this gap in information made Nevaeh hope that she would be coming home with them. There was an awkward pause between the end of her speaking and the mare's answer. Nevaeh felt her anxiety rising with every second that ticked by in which there was no reply.
"Of course."
She felt herself relax slightly when she spoke. Her vocal volume was lowered, suggesting possible fear or wariness. Nevaeh wondered if it was her own appearance that caused it. Her coloring wasn't as completely stark-white as her sire's, but her pelt and eyes were still light enough to disturb many equines. Then she turned her head to see what the mare was looking at. Her sire, who had moved into the shade to graze. Thankfully his blackened side was facing away from them.
"My name is Ruelyn, by the way."
She returned her focus to Ruelyn, biting her lower lip. It was obvious that she knew that Ruelyn had seen Deimos, and almost equally as obvious that the two of them were connected somehow. If she didn't acknowledge the connection, it would make her look suspicious, as if her sire was using her as a mare lure. If she did, the mare might accuse her of being a lure and become hostile or simply flee. Gods above, she hated not knowing more about social interactions. All the more reason for that trip later, she supposed.
"I am Nevaeh," she replied. She glanced back at Deimos and swallowed, deciding that being honest was best. "That is my father. I can assure you that he is not dangerous." There. Reassurance about the lack of danger should smooth out any worries that the other mare might have.
(ooc: Now she's awkward AND a computer ^^')
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 16:30:53 GMT -6
Looking from the fae that stood before her, to the older stag further behind, her suspicions were confirmed. Nevaeh, as she just introduced herself, confessed her connection to the stallion who was hovering in the distance. Though, what struck the muddy bay mare as weird, when the other fae tried to reassure her from any potential fears. However, Ruelyn wasn't uneasy at all. This was a public meadow. It didn't belong to one specific horse, male or female. She didn't care if he stood there or not. But that was just her.
The younger mare acted as if she hadn't been around a crowd before. She seemed flighty and uneasy. It looked like she felt awkward, which was probably easy for someone like her, being one of the largest mares in the general vicinity. Ruelyn softened, she would try and make this as easy as possible. Figures. She was the slave, but yet, she was concerned over this potential authority figure.
"I'm not too worried about danger. I've been in some pretty tough spots before, and I bet I've seen a lot worse." She wasn't entirely sure if that was true or not, seeing as this was the first time she had even heard of the pair represented before her. But the encouraging words were probably helpful to the mare addressing her.
Ruelyn felt her eyes wander back to the stallion. He was taller than the mare that stood before her. He looked like an off shade of gray, with several markings. But at closer look, they were pink scars that had already long healed. He must of had a troubled past or something. A story to go with the injuries. She hoped that he would be more gentle, considering he knew what true pain felt like ... it made sense. Or he could be bitter. She wouldn't know until he spoke.
Shifting her attention back to his daughter, she took pity on her. This was probably one of the first times that she had done this. Ruelyn gave her an empathetic smile, and continued to speak. "Is there anything I can help you with or do for you?" Usually that's how these exchanges went. They would approach and ask questions. Decide if you were worthy or not, and take you home if they approved. Or .. that's how her past experiences worked. Once again, she hoped that this mare would be easy to talk to and work with.
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