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07-06-2014, 12:28 PM
As the moment of surprise passed and the pain in her shoulder faded to a dull throb, she found herself considering that perhaps the oafish brute would not be such a bad master, after all. He had not truly tried to hurt her, for if he had, she would be dead. He was so much bigger than the petite slave, and one well-placed kick to the head would have quickly ended her life. And she would have borne it, too, would have taken it like she had so many other abuses. If he had told her to stand still and wait to die, she would have had no choice but to do so. Instead, he had merely tossed a rock at her - and while it had been thrown with a bit more force than strictly necessary to prove her obedience, it had not truly harmed her. She began to relax in his presence, into the role that she had been given to play. She stood in silence, her eyes trained on the ground, surreptitiously watching his massive hooves as he stalked around her, inspecting every inch of her flesh. She was used to the scrutiny, having been subjected to it many times over since her original sale to the Royal Family. "This one was not trained in the arts of fighting, Sir, but this one's former masters offered instruction in healing. The Good Master's secrets are safe with this one." After all, who would she tell? "This one may also carry messages, among other services, as the Master commands." As the stallion turned away, the little slave girl became aware of a strange, wispy presence wrapping around her muzzle. Her eyes widened, and she struggled not to move in her momentary panic; but it passed quickly as the mist fell to the ground, sprouting several ghostly marigolds before disappearing entirely. A small smile grew on her face for the briefest of moments, though she fell once more into a mask of polite interest as the steed's attention was drawn back to her. Whatever the creature was, she was sure that it accompanied her new master, and though she could not begin to comprehend its nature, she could not help but appreciate the gesture of kindness. "This one will be pleased to serve you, Good Master," she told Oxy with a brief bow. And so her life began again. "Talking" [OOC | I'm sorry, I'm terrible, this took forever! D: @[Sevin]] Kaiylia |
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Table by Sevin
