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He knew he had her dangling like a cat would have a mouse's tail between their gleaming ivories. Swaying the prey and simply waiting to kill the ever-persistent leery. She had potential to become respected - but everyone did. It was what you did to infuriate or annoy him that would claim your bones to the grave or to walk beside him for the seeming eternity he tyranted this planet.

Chuckle escaped his throat as he listened to her rant like some tantrum from a wayward foal. Ivories pressing hard to her forehead; dragging down her facade and attempting to scrap the skin as before stopping at the velvet sheets of her nostrils. A sadistic version to soothing an upset personage. Keep telling yourself that. He was rather enjoying her bouts of submission and then useless rage. She was the kid who stamped her foot and burst into tears only to follow their parent without question. It was a gleeful endover knowing he could control her fits and then punish her for things she had never considered doing. It was just a game. just a game.

And she continued talking. Whether to defend the pride he so enjoyed ripping from her title or simply become the latest buzzing in the back of his cerebrum. Honey, he had bigger fish to fry at the moment thank you. He only caught a few words 'wasn't my fault' 'what is your name?'. Saint's Art. 'Brow' rose in amusement before cranial adverted to the pathway through the forestry. But - you call me art. only art.

OK. What is the name of the ungrateful wench? Venom curled in his trachea like smoke might curl in the mouth of a practicing smoker. Flowing from their seethe aimlessly & beautifully - almost like foggy music if there could be such a thing.

Her gesture was of respect; but he took in with sincerity of not punishing her on touching his marred statue. Chin resting on her forelock in acceptance before the bruno withdrawn from her side as if she contained leprosy. He could be cruel - but he would accept the respect when handed it. But don't think for one moment he begged for it - no; he may order it, but Art never begged. It was uncharacteristic for the bruno. and why change now?

Her finishing sopranos almost lured a flicker of amusement from his breast - no matter how vile and cynical it would probably turn out to be. Grimace contorted on his mug to provide her with his own alternative version of a 'smile.' But he would never feel that movement, and he would immediately induce his own demise if he ever found himself indeed smiling. God. She was being good. That was bad for the knight - but he would tame her. Break her spirit whether it be physically or mentally first. Break her. fucking shatter her.



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muse: pretty good since i'm exhausted
notes: he is getting used to her in his own weird way; but you have a long time before any sort of respect will be handed to you.
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The mare felt him move away and her head came up to it's usual proud position, neck extended from her withers. So is this it, then? she sighed. At first, she didn't answer his question, just looking at his scarred hide brought a sadness to her heart. She turned her head and looked back the way they had come. Her spirit ached to go racing that way and never come back, but she could not. She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she was paying for it. And paying dearly, she was.

Her delicate cranium turned back to her lead stallion. "I was deemed 'Sky'..." it had taken a while, but she finally realized not to say anything more than he asked for. In fact, most of her life from now on would be like that. She would do nothing until he asked. For no reason would she go out of her way to please him. Her only goal was to show him she wasn't a whore. That could be accomplished, at least she thought it could. What was it he said? 'Keep telling yourself that'...?

She would. Something else she wouldn't do was try to piss him off. She thought she caught a grin in his featuers. If it could be called that. A real smile lit her features once more. "Well...I'll TRY not to piss you off, Art. I'm not sure I can go very long though...with how annoying I am." She was playing with him. Not in a bad way. Sky's tone wasn't even sarcastic. The mare tossed her head and circled him playfully. This time, she was careful not to touch the stallion she was forced to respect.

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The position she obtained seemed like a mechanical process to her bodily functions. She was an easy follower - although he didn't leave much room for protesting in her captive nature of her being. As he grew to trust her - he would also respect her. Maybe one day she would be allowed free will , but right now she was being formed and molded by this hellion. Sculpted into a war ready and leader commanded mare who would fight for not only the Fire element but also her new homelands of Tristeza. She was being made into a war horse by this experienced yet slightly youthful knight; and she better d**n like it.

Sky. It was a simple name - although insulting for her element. You would have thought a mare named sky would be in control of the wind elements; but maybe he was just being prejudice. He remembered Kavira. the maiden with the element of water and the will of a fire equine. The bruno shook his massive belfry; she needed not be in his skull at this time. Her figure was unimportant. But yes, you would perform like a well-trained monkey to do my bidding and complete my every wish. If they are not completed in a timely manner, in a good duration of time, or done to the best capacity - then you will be severely punished for your 'misdemeanors.'

And yet, she continued to babble uselessly in his ear. Swinging his head as to show that he was listening - if only partially. Her movements circuiting the brute as he continued to trudge through the only uncontaminated water source in the terrain. The babbling of the sludge across the separated rocks an pleasant sound compared to the shrill soprano of this mare. But he was amused by her - she would keep things lively around here. He might allow her to be his personal fool - clown. Or if he so desired a femoral he decided to implant his semen into and would produce a vermin unworthy of his sight - much less the acceptance of the monarchy. but that was life.



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Muse: ok
Notes: none
Words: 381

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Sky had forced herself to act like this was an everyday thing, like she was used to following some random ass stallion. Unfortunately, it was taking an extreme amount of skill to keep the facade up. After all, she'd never been treated quite like this. She'd been a slave before, but even then, she was still equine. Here, that didn't exist. It was like she was just another fly nipping at his flanks. She mentally barated herself for allowing this to happen. Really? Gods, I hate myself for this. This overgrown colt has UGH!

She watched him. Every step he took, she paid attention to. If it's the last thing I do...he'll respect me. The buckskin was aware that if she fought him, he'd kill her. She'd have to show him loyalty, obedience, respect, but keep her essence of self. The mare would have to prove to him that she wasn't one of a million but one in a million. There had to be a way for this stallion to see that. Charcoal mane tossed in frustration as she fell into step behind him. Being led like this was something new to her, but something familiar that ran in her veins. She couldn't help but feel releived. Maybe this would work out.

Majestic head lowered slightly as her pace matched his perfectly, though her legs much shorter. Sky was proud, but the natural order of things had her relaxed, feeling almost safe. Such was the curse of being equine. However, years as a loner had taught her that a horse is never really safe. She kept her thoughts clipped, nothing was able to get her full attention. She was as alert as always to the ever present surroundings. If something was there, she'd see it long before it saw her. Her attentiveness might be hidden from those far off, but anyone in Sky's immediate vacinity could definitely notice her attention to detail.

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[taybay]

He was cruel. You weren't a living species to him - you were much farther below that element. He looked upon living species as nothing more than an annoyance as he now contemplated this mare before him. She was right; whatever pride she might behold will be shattered and compliance and a will to serve his very orders will be replaced. It was an violent change indeed - but Art had a personality that merely began and ended that way. You were stupid enough to come onto this land; so here you would stay.

If you were a mare - you were a whore. simple. if you were a stallion - you were an opponent. Clean & simple. At least he was constant in his beliefs - he could be running around changing his mind at every opportunity. no, that is my daughter's lifestyle choice. Indeed, he had a daughter named Fudo. A non-elemental bitch who took mainly after her mother. A mustang X frieisan cross she was. But her temperament was of his genetics - the bay roan of her hide and the meager position of her statue of her mother's, Mahnai. And in all honesty - that little spitfire seemed the only vixen to trod upon the bruno's heart and somehow enchant him in a way no other had in awhile. She was unstable and insane - but enthralling and almost caring in a cynical way. She was everything he wanted and everything he didn't need. Too bad she was a free spirit - he was just another benchmark on her adventures. And no matter how he scoured the arena looking for her with an mix of blind rage & insane worry - he hadn't caught whiff of the skank since.

Shank lowered to the Earth; velvet lips scouring the silk surface of the rushing fluids as maw parted slightly to allow the cool substance to pool between his jaws before the suctioning of the water began. Working down his throat in a noticeably consistent stream as the King gulped to his heart's content. Even in the water sources, the obvious sooty and smoky taste of the fire realm carried in the tidings of the water. Mud being pushed to create molds of his frog and hooves; worn from the tyranting way he so proclaimed himself. Yet, at the moment - Art was at ease in his territory. There was no immediate threats that needed his quick decisions nor some bitch screaming at him to allow her freedom, refuge, safety, blah blah blah. It was sort of peaceful as the pasha soaked in the water along with the moonlight rays.

When his thirst had been adequately quenched; mug rose from the murky depths as belfry turned to peer 'pon the maiden who had resided beside him for the past few hours. Her nature much more placid since their previous meeting as sodden velvet ran along her top line in almost a comforting motion. But what looked gentle was simply an illusion as the participant knew that the knight would either stop or punish the creature who had earned his 'gentle' caress. Enamels almost intertwining in the onyx threads that hung from her shaft to her bosom; their sheen heated as he threaded his ivories through their ends to detangle the tassels with almost a sincerity to the gesture. Come, drink. Then we will gorge on the remaining flora until you learn how to deal around here as I wish you to. As his alto notes pierced the zephyr; Art continued back down her top line and through the dorsal stripe to course a jagged line down to her well-muscled haunches. Pallid infrastructure implanting their embodiments into her flesh as to urge her forward with his rash movements. Banner swishing nonchalantly as the King stepped behind her and awaited her beginning movements towards the bubbling stream.




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Muse: it was very good
Notes: you are getting there, he is becoming accustomed to you.
Words: 685

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Sky suprised herself...on an extreme level. She was almost completely relaxed in unfamiliar territory. Ebony whipcord lashed at those annoying insects that plagued her race. Tall auds swiveled every now and then, but it was built into her psychie. She felt safe. Well, she felt safe from everything but the stallion that had claimed her -- body, mind, and soul. She knickered to him every now and then, as was expected, but amazingly, her voice remained silent. The pain from the wounds she had sustained was ebbing.

She followed him to the water's edge. Her hooves did not carry her frame into the water he seemed to claim as he stepped into it. If she was being honest with herself, he appeared to claim everything he touched, everything he saw, everything he thought about. He was ruthless, brutal, hate personified, barely even equine. She shook her head. Somewhere deep within him there had to be a soul. Yeah, scarred and hardened just like the rest of him... she thought bitterly. A barely audible sigh escaped her lips.

Beautiful head tilted up. The moon was high in her namesake at this point. It was enthralling in a way -- how she had been captured and caged. The mare was wild, and wild she'd stay. Suddenly, she started. His lips were against her again. Now his teeth... She was right. His ivories did touch her, but not in the painful way she was already accustomed to. It was as if he were comforting her. Not apologizing, no, never. But it was strangely comforting: his caress. Her head lowered as she enjoyed his combing of her mane. Her body language basically begged him not to stop, but she knew he would...or he'd make her pay for enjoying it.

She dipped her head, bowing to him as he ordered her forward. She had noticed his teeth moving back down her dorsal, positioning himself behind her. She was aware of his position always. She moved forward, but her hindquarters swung away from him. The last thing she wanted was to give him opportunity to truely claim her. Her maw lowered to the water, and she drank. Once her thirst was quenched, Sky's dome rose to it's usual place above her shoulders, proud on her neck. "Thank you, Art... How, may I ask, do you wish me to act?"

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He could see her want more of his gentle kisses. The caress he had implemented 'pon her hide - and in a tiny flicker of emotion, he almost gave her that very wish. He almost allowed himself to continue grooming the femoral and simply lay back and watch her drink with stony eyes. It wasn't a temptation to do so - but almost a suggestion that was quickly caught and sealed back within his breast. She wasn't breaking him, it was a momentary lack of judgment on his part. He would do better on monitoring his moods and disposition around her now.

The gentle slurping of her esophagus being parched was calming for the moment - and the Knight allowed his mind to wander off to the thought of his two children that scoured the arena of this same planet. His son who held potential of being a truly spectacular king - if not for the liquidly, warm heart of his. His daughter, fudo. Who he didn't even know why he kept her alive in the first place. But the kid had spunk - which might have been the only reason that saved her hide. Her womb had been unclaimed as he had known - but boo had been unclaiming of females since he had known. He was proud in them both - even if in both severely different ways. They had made it this far as he being their sire; and that was enough to get respect from anyone who knew the infamous King. They usually looked at them bewildered and merely gaped, wide-eyed. No kids were ever kept alive. Well, learn something new.

Roses twitched in response as she spoke; curling her nape in response to his commands as lips edged along the curve of her chin before dropping. He was brutal - but also seductive. Banner swishing over his haunches casually as he snorted softly; turning 'pon a lightly feathered heel to come out to the soft grasslands where they would begin to munch their early morning breakfast and he would set down the orders. If respect is earned, then some of your freedom returns. If not, you remain by my side or with the other females here. Kavira and Retsuka. Understand?




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Muse: ok
Notes: none
Words: 406

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Sky was utterly amazed. The brute hadn't even noticed that she'd made sure to be facing him at all times. He was not going to be out of her sight. Even if it was only a length behind her. She followed him into the grasslands. Her maw making it's way over the terra. Her stomach had long since told her it was time to eat, but she had ignored it until now. There was the ability to eat, and now that she had it, her body was telling her that she was a moron for going longer than a day before eating.

His touch had left her breathing much harder, but she wasn't going to show it. It was only her hormones, as out of wack as they were. She decided to do something very rash. As she grazed, she came very close to him, almost brushing his pelt. The last time she had touched her king, he'd nipped at her. It was as clear a warning as she'd seen. The femme decided against actually touching the stallion, but she was inside his personal space.

She heard his words and whispered in response. Their close vicinity would ensure he heard every word, and the sunkissed mare saw no reason to speak out. "I will return here, but I cannot say I wont leave your side...or the company of two mares I do not know..." She kept her head near the ground, her velvets and ivories taking blade after blade of the life giving grass. The taste of smoke was prominant, but being of fire herself, it didn't phaze the mare at all.

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Indeed, his own intestines whined with complaint as satin stage ran along the stalks of verdure blades. Ivories scraping along the sweet flora as the snapped their long ends and crunched them feverishly with his back molars. Savoring the slightly smoky taste as the moon hung above the two equines; dancing 'pon the hides of both male and female as Art made sure to keep an eye on Sky as he contented that groan in the deep pit of his stomach lining. He could feel the heat from her own skeleton reflect on his ebonite hide; heating his intestinal categories and bringing a warmth of familiarity over his diaphragm. Aerials lain to his skull in almost a warning, yet not infrastructure was exposed in aggression as he continued to much contently on the foliage at his irons.

Shank snapped up like a rubber band had been attached to his pole and had brought up his belfry in a flurry of motion. In one snatching and brutal moment; he gripped the skin of her bosom and tore ruthlessly at the durable - yet tearable flesh. Roses erected and nostrils dilated as smoke seemed to curl from their wafers. That wasn't debatable. You are going to stay by my side and you are going to keep with the other mares when I am not around. His voice was cold and flat as he spoke; merely looking at her with unquestionable lens of sienna before dropping his lantern once more to graze 'pon the swaying carpet at his daggers.

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A sudden flash of pain ripped through her hide like a bolt of lighting on the darkened clouds in a hurricane. Out of sheer will and a high pain tolerance, the mare didn't let out a scream that would wake the dead. Immediately she could feel blood pouring down her side. Her auds laid back as his teeth tore through her dermis. It took her several moments to unclench her teeth and raise her head to look at him. The mare could see the ruthlessness in his eyes. Her head automatically lowered.

Several things ran through her mind. If she told him no again, he'd make the pain much worse. If she ran, he'd kill her. She wasn't valuable to him enough to save her life. She was only a mare. Just another wench he'd have to force to stay. Just another whore to take whenever he decided. Her thoughts were like a tornado within her mind. Suddenly a thought came to her. NO! she screamed at herself. But I have to...oh my fucking gods, I can't believe I'm going to do this. I hope he remembers what I said about having honor...

"I'd rather you kill me than have to stay in this small land for the rest of my life," she was speaking in normal tones but with a conviction that he was sure to recognise. She was not challenging his authority. "I'm giving you my life in return for my freedom." She looked at him with a pain in her eyes that he could never comprehend. "You'll have my loyalty. I'll come at your very beck and call." Her eyes proved she was telling the absolute truth. "That is...if you'll accept my complete fealty."

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He watched as her head rose in almost a challenge - but lowered when that look in his pupils penetrated her own. He wasn't fucking around, and he never would be. He expected her to be at his will and whenever he wanted her - if she didn't like that, well too damn bad. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time M'dear, and you would continue to do this until all damned eternity.


Any conviction was enough to send his nerves over the edge. You were lucky enough to not be killed when he first lain eyes on you, so you better be fucking grateful. The king listened; 'brow' arched as she attempted to obtain her freedom and a smirk laced over his velvet stage. That glint of malice present in those sienna lens as he circuited the filly. My naive, naive foal. His cackle was bone chilling as he circled the essa with a slink to his motions; he was pondering whether to cut a deal with her or kill her on the spot. His mind urned for the latter, but you had caught him in a good mood. Ivories entraced her spine and down a forelimb; digging into her shins with such a force he could hear his jowel crack with exertion. Or was that her bone? He didn't know, truly. You can either serve as my prisoner for seven years and then I let you go - free as a bird. Or, if you want your freedom so bad now - then we can fight to the death. The stallion cackled, taunting the mare to make a descision as he spoke.

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