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Post by aquilon on May 9, 2014 19:30:43 GMT -6
The season was fast approaching that season being fall and Viggen was finally going to be for all intents and purposes a full grown stallion. Well not entirely full grown as he was only 16 hh he was going to be a tall 16.2 by the time he was four though, so that meant besides his sire Niacin all the other horses would be smaller than Viggen. He was finally glad that Aquilon was finally quiet and not causing any waves around here. That was good for Viggen was now starting his next step of his grand plan on making Hidden Oasis the power house land in the south. He was going to gather his mares then first taking Rhea then Bonita to the breeding grounds to then start what Viggen hoped to be a very big family.
So when his mares showed up he would then start to divide them and get them ready to take. He wondered how his two troublesome mares would respond on becoming future dam's to foals. If Viggen had to put money on it they probably wouldn't like it very much. That was just tough they was mares and so that meant they was to be captured kept and used by any stallion lucky enough to catch these mares. That was why he wanted his sire to be here that way he could keep an eye on Bonita while he was dragging Rhea to fulfill her new job on caring for what Viggen hoped to be his future heir to this land. If there was any luck the three stallions would be buried in foals by this time next year. That was all fine and dandy as that meant future trading stock for other mares and extra guards to keep them here. Now all the greyed out bay stallion was doing was standing around and wait for who would show up at the pond. Who ever it was would then have no choice but to stay by his side. He was secretly wishing it was his little trophy mare Bonita, but Rhea would be a very good runner up. In fact he was dying with curiosity on just who's pelt color would win out for the new foal his grey or Rhea's black. That would finally be answered this time next year.
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Post by Nat on May 10, 2014 16:39:51 GMT -6
| pain so familiar and close to the heart
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| Ebony was traveling the land and it was making her thirsty. The summer heat was bad, but it was starting to get better. She could feel the season beginning to change. That means she might be round with Master's child soon. She couldn't wait. She decided to head to the lake to get a drink then rest in the shade a bit. As she approached she seen Master waiting by the lake. She smiled and bowed as soon as she got close. As she came out of it she kept her eyes adverted, waiting to be dismissed or talked to. | I speak
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 7:29:50 GMT -6
Rhea
Rhea was made to stick close to Viggen. She was given some ability to wander away from him, but she usually had to stay within eye site. She was at the other side of the lake when he called his mares to him. She sighed and took the drink she was reaching for. She was tired to this, being a slave. She knew if she didn't behave they would hurt her sister. She was lucky he took her at her word when she attacked him. She wasn't lying though. She would stop lashing out, stop fighting things, and stop trying to run. She still wanted to run and knew it would probably come, but it would take a few years. She had basically become a silent mare. She had no reason to talk. She wasn't allowed near her sister or Aquilon. The only mare she was allowed around was Ebony. She didn't want to talk to that mare. She hated Ebony. The mare could help them escape, but she wouldn't. Rhea finished her drink and went to Viggen. She bowed a low bow and took her place by his side. She kept her eyes on the ground and her face emotionless.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2014 20:18:26 GMT -6
The white fae was herded to where the colt was with the other two mares. One of which was Ebony. She despised the black mare. She might be brainwashed but Bonita still hated her. She had no clue who the other mare was and could only assume that the colt had gotten another mare captured to never let go. Bonita knew she was going to get out of here...she just had to figure out a way. She would get out of here either alive or dead. She'd rather die then be kept here any longer. She stood silently before the colt. Her head was raised up high as she looked him in the eye. Her eyes were full of anger. She was furious.
She didn't bow before him. He didn't deserve to be bowed to. He didn't deserve anything...just like his father even though she'd never meet his father she knew that he had to be just as bad if not worse then the colt. "What do you want colt?" She said. Her voice was irritated and full of anger.
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