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Post by aquilon on May 4, 2014 18:46:34 GMT -6
Viggen was dragging Bonita to her new home in Hidden Oasis. The young colt could not believe his luck in tracking down, cornering, and finally dragging what he was now calling his trophy mare home. The seasons was quickly changing and that meant fall and a new breeding season. He already was going to breed Rhea as the sooner she was with foal the better as it prevented her from running at any length of time without taking a break. He jerked Bonita and gripped harder by the back of the neck every time she tried to wiggle free. He could care less if there would be a scar as her black mane would keep it hidden. He finally found a small stand of trees by the cliffs and dragged Bonita over to them before roughly throwing her to the ground. When he let go he said to the mare.
" So like your new home here, my perfect little trophy mare?"
Viggen could not wait when Bonita responded to him with an answer. If she even thought of taking off then his sire more than likely would get her and then beat her up before dragging her off to the center of the land. He really was hoping that this would not happen as Viggen wanted Bonita to be his and not his sire's Niacin's slave. He did know that Ebony should be brought over and so train this new mare how to be the good slave she needed to be to impress Viggen.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 19:01:48 GMT -6
The fae writhed around as she struggled to get free of the colt's grasp. However he had a very hard grip on her this time and any time she struggled to get free risked drawing blood and a chunk of her flesh. She had no choice but to go along with the stallion this time.
"The name's Bonita or were you hard of hearing when I told you the first time. Not trophy mare or any other horrendous name you think up colt!" She snarled at him when he had first spoken to her. She looked up at him with hate in her eyes. Being thrown into the ground had hurt but she didn't show it. Instead she was going to show the colt only her fury and anger at him for treating her like this. The colt was stronger then her because he was a stallion and part draft. Stallions were stronger then mares in general but mares were quicker and had more endurance then stallions. If she could manage to sneak away then she could get away probably. She could run faster then the colt could and she could run for longer distances then he could as well. She could only hope that she could manage to get away from the colt and run away somewhere safe.
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Post by aquilon on May 5, 2014 14:04:25 GMT -6
Oh how much fun Viggen was going to have with this one when the seasons changed. He wondered if Rhea and Bonita would sulk off in a corner and start crying and plotting to kill Viggen for knocking both mares up. He knew that these two mares of his had to be bred, and the faster it was done the sooner he could relax knowing they would be slower and easier to track while in foal. That is when she said that her name was Bonita and not trophy mare or what ever name he thought of giving her and she finished by calling him a colt again. Two can play this game and he let her know it by speaking back.
" Fine Bonita, my lovely little trophy mare, keep calling me colt and I just might give you that name and there is nothing you can do about it. I got a name and it is Viggen or master your choice nothing else, if you call me colt again I'll hit you square in the mouth with a hoof. If you try to escape here my sire will get you and unlike me, he enjoys hurting mares for pure enjoyment. I want the most healthy mares that I can get my hooves on, hence why I tracked you down and dragged you here, and why I have not hurt you yet."
He now hoped that Bonita would see the futility of even thinking of escaping from here and just stay. Again he roved over her perfect form with hisd eyes enjoying everything he was taking in. When fall came this mare would not go to waste but contribute in establishing Viggens bloodlines along with Ebony and Rhea. A twisted grin showed just thinking of taking this fine fae when the time comes. He just hope both Rhea and her was ready because Viggen was. He also was thinking how his sire would look at him now on dragging a mare to the lands instead of just tricking them like he did with Rhea. Viggen was sure Niacin would approve but first he had to get Bonita ready and to know how to be a slave first he didn't want her to embarrass him in front of everyone when the time came for her big unveiling.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 15:13:25 GMT -6
The fad had no idea if the colt planned to breed her or not. However if he did she'd kill the foal. Especially if it was a colt. She didn't want it to turn out like Viggen. Of course if she could abandon it and say it was a still born that'd work. Maybe she could run away if she was breed. However if she couldn't she'd kill this colt if it was the last thing she did. The colt spoke up after she had told him her name again.
"Fine!" She snarked at him. Colt. She added in mentally in her mind. Maybe she couldn't call him colt out loud but she could certainly call him colt in her mind. He couldn't read minds and left her free to think what ever she wanted to think about the colt or how to get out of this land. She had to figure out how to get out. Maybe she'd start to act like a docile...no. That'd never happen. Not as long as Bonita was alive. She would never become a docile and willing slave. This fae would fight every step of the way.
"My eyes are up here. Not down there." The fae snarled. This colt had no right to go and looked her over like a piece of meat. The colt had already looked her over when they had first meet. He didn't need to do it again. If he looked her over again the fae swore that she'd try and bite him.
There was no way that the mare would give in to this colt or anyone. No one could tame her or teach her to be a docile and willing slave. No one would be able to change her mind from that of a fiery tempered mare who said what ever she wanted to say to that of a docile slave who listened to what ever her master wished and did what ever her master's whims and wishes were. That'd never happen.
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Post by aquilon on May 5, 2014 15:54:50 GMT -6
This mare was fiesty, Viggen liked fiesty but only to a point though. As Rhea's hard headed ways was about worn out it's welcome. No he could tell that Bonita was a good fit around here as she really did brighten up the place with her fiery personality. So when Bonita said fine this caused him to look hard to the mare for smarting off. He then just let out a snide laugh when she said her eyes was up here not down there. He then said.
" I can look pretty much where ever and at what ever I want mare. As I am on my land and am deep in the south where us stallions rule and you mares are to be quiet and do what we say. And running from me will only get you captured by possibly a meaner stallion than myself, my love."
Viggen then sent a sharp nip to Bonita's shoulder he knew how to send pain without breaking the skin. He then put his head on the mare and started to rub all over. She was going to now smell mostly like Viggen that way no other stallion would be curious and so try to track Bonita down. He then said.
" You are now going to be marked every single day until I no longer have to fear someone coming here and stealing you away."
He could care less how much Bonita protested this he was doing what was by rights his with his new property.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 16:09:11 GMT -6
"I'm not your love!" She snarled at him again. She was nobody's love and she was happy and fine with that. It was perfectly ok with the dunskin mare. She preferred not being anyone's love. It meant that she was free. That she could do whatever she wanted to and say whatever she wanted to say. It meant that no one could tell her otherwise. Being free meant that she could go anywhere and not be stuck on one land for the rest of her life.
One thing she hated was not being able to move around. She was literally stuck on one land and no matter how big the land might be she hated it. Eventually she'd walk the entire land and she'd walk it again and again with nothing to do because she was stuck on one land.
The mare swished her tail with annoyance when the colt had nipped her shoulder. "Get off me!" The fae exclaimed. The far had almost added colt in the sentence but had remembered what the colt had said and stopped before she called him colt. She had no wish to be called trophy mare or whatever other nickname the colt could come up with. If the colt breed her and she needed up with foal then she'd choose the name. Not him. If she was going to be carrying the foal for nine months and then have to go through with birth she'd name it and he would have no say in the matter. "Fine!" She snapped.
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Post by aquilon on May 5, 2014 20:02:45 GMT -6
When the mare snapped at Viggen and said she was not his love, he responded in the same tone.
" I can call you anything I like, I think breeding stock suits you my lovely little trophy mare. I can hardly wait to see just how fat and heavy you become over the fall when the season changes."
Viggen waited a few minutes to let it sink in to the pretty little dunskin beauty. He knew that she would yell and curse him for even mentioning this, but he could care less about it. He was a stallion he lived in the south and so he owned and controlled mares for his own benefit. He circled in back to Bonita's dock when she told him to get off of her and when she finally smarted of with her fine comment. He reached out and smartly nipped her dock again and said.
" Fine! I now own you for good this time."
Really he was now starting to have fun getting under this mares skin and being a major source of annoyance for her.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 20:18:15 GMT -6
"You wouldn't dare you stupid little jerk! You're nothing a little brat who needs to learn some manners!" She said to him. She had half snarled at him and half yelled at him. The colt had walked around her again and looked her over again before walking around to where her dock was. The colt stayed there for a few minutes and then bit her dock after she had smarted the colt off.
The colt said something to her but the dunskin fae wasn't paying that much attention to him. She was still furious with the colt at his last comment and was fuming because of it. "Oh really? You own me? Ha!" She said to him. Her voice was cold when she said this. "You don't own anything! You certainly don't own me! You took me against my will and dragged me here. You don't own me and you will never own me!" She shouted at him. "You need to learn some manners." She said before adding the word colt in mentally.
This colt needed to learn some manners. However the mare doubted that it would ever happen though. In his mind stallions were superior to mares and they owned the mares. This cot needed to have a reality check in her opinion.
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Post by Nat on May 5, 2014 20:34:38 GMT -6
| pain so familiar and close to the heart
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| Ebony was walking around the land. She was given more free reign then the rest because she knew her place. Master was off looking for more mares to add to his herd. She hoped they would be nicer to her then the other mares in this land. There was no one else who was as dedicated to Master and his father as she was. She was close to the cliffs that surrounded the land, exploring every part of her home. She heard yelling. It was Master's voice and another mares. He was home! She hurried to his voice only to hear the new mare yelling at him. She spotted them and ran over to the mare. Don't you dare yell at Master! He was kind enough to give you a home and you pay him back by yelling at him! She looked at the mare with hate in her eyes. She would not stand for her Master being treated badly. | I speak
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 20:48:00 GMT -6
The fae pinned her auds back as a new scent came wafting through the breeze. A new mare was hurrying over to the pair and she smelled of the colt and another scent. It was that of a stallion. Maybe she was taken by the colt a little bit ago and still had the scent of another stallion. No. The scent smelled a little like Viggen. Maybe Viggen had an older brother on the land and this was 'his' mare. Maybe. No..that wasn't it. Viggen had mentioned something about his father when they had first meet. Was this his father's land? Probably. Which meant that this was Viggen's father's mare or both their mare. She wasn't sure.
The new horse came up to them and Bonita still had her ears pinned back at the mare with a nasty expression on her face. Why would a mare come over here if she wasn't brainwashed by Viggen and or his father. The mare wouldn't have a good reason for coming over here if she wasn't brainwashed already. The fae spoke up defending her 'Master'. The fae had hate in her eyes when she looked at Bonita. "Kind enough?! He practically dragged me here against my will! That's not kind! That's called abduction!" She snapped at the mare. "Pay him back? Please." The mare scoffed. "As if I'd pay him back. I wouldn't pay him back if he was my only chance of survival." She said. Her voice was cold as she scoffed at the mare again.
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