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06-12-2014, 07:22 PM
The little slave girl had calmed in here brief moment after her statement. Long experience had taught her that stallions like this - big, intimidating, and perhaps a bit mad - only wanted to feel powerful. Of course, that had taken several different forms over the years, and so she watched him with a sort of resignation, wondering if this one was a beater or a rapist, and if this was really her time to die, for surely either of those outcomes at the hooves of this massive creature would mean her demise. Still, no matter the circumstance, she had been nothing if well trained, and she faced her imminent death with the glassy calm of shock, determined to live her last moments as the perfect slave that she had been trained to be. But it seemed that death would not be quite as forthcoming as she had assumed, for the steed merely snapped at her gruffly and waited for a response. A light fluttering began as she dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, she had found a new Master; and though he terrified her, reminding her of the last stallion to lay claim to her, she was so very desperate for leadership that she was almost willing to fall at his hooves and beg him to take her as his slave. Almost. If there was a doubt in her mind, it was very well hidden, very deeply buried, but perhaps... Perhaps it was there, somewhere, nurtured by a kind soul that had shared this very temple with her in the rain not so long ago. In any case, she wasted no time in answering. Her vocals were efficient and emotionless, as they ought to be. "This one is well trained in all manner of services, m'lord. Is m'lord in need of a slave?" She fell once more to silence, not wishing to annoy him. She had never had to sell her own services before, and she certainly didn't want to scare him off, or wore, provoke him to violence. She watched a rock rise into the air before her, and her lips tightened again in fear. Nonetheless, she stood her ground, sure that somehow, the rock was tied to the horned steed. If he wanted to hurt her, he would do so; there was nothing she could do to stop him. All she could do now was wait and see. "Talking" @[Sevin] [OOC | Sorry for the wait, love!] Kaiylia |
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