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12-30-2013, 11:40 PM
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The little slave girl could have leaped for joy, if it would not be inappropriate to do so. The angel sashays along a length in front of the buckskin, a walking halo that the equine already adores. Now that the seraph's eyes are not on her, she finds that she can study her new Mistress from head to toe. She is certainly a fitting ruler, with her multitude of horns creating a lovely, natural crown; the blue fringes of mane and tail are shocking, but pleasing to the eye nonetheless. Aside from her appearance, her Mistress has already endeared herself to her newfound toy, for she has treated the girl with kindness. It reminds her of her days in Th'orqui, serving the prince. The queen had been ever so lovely and ever so kind, the golden bangle on the slave's leg a testament to that. It has been some time since the little mare has felt wanted and loved, and she has the angel to thank for it now. And her Mistress had saved her from the rude stallion. There was also that. The slave walks in silence, her hooves making only the slightest clip-clop through the orangemoon grasses. She will not speak, though her heart is full to bursting and she yearns to thank her Mistress for her kindness, for her charity - for who in their right mind would take a run-down little slave girl with no bill of sale? Who would take her knowing that she could not rightfully be sold? The only proof they would have is the golden bracelet, and even that... well, it would only appease the least picky of buyers. And those kinds of buyers were not often the buyers one would want. She walks slightly to the right of her Mistress, her head slightly bowed and her eyes trained on the seraph's heels, now that she had had the chance to look her over. She will repay her Mistress's kindness. She will simply be the perfect slave - then Mistress will never give her up. @[Zuriel] "Talk talk talk." |
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