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10-28-2012, 10:05 AM
The little dun broke into a trot, a nervous, flitting thing through the trees, hooves roaming restlessly, ever-chased by conjurations of the terrified mind. Slavery. It had broken him better than anything else. Eep! Watch out! With a jerk, the small boy skidded to a stop on the icy snow, staring warily at the forms of horses ahead. Evil. Watch out! Turning quickly on his haunches, he burst into a fast gallop, too worked up to slow long after the horses had faded.
That was how he entered Helovia.
Bacchus tossed his delicate-featured head, slowly to a halt, sweat misting and beading on him. Fear was a hungry, all-consuming beast that trembled his legs and took a firm hold on his head. But his body couldn't run anymore. Shush, now, it's okay. No, no it's not! What if Mirsdamel somehow told the horses here! I'll be caught! I'll be killed!
{ooc: Keahi/Sno/Belial/any racist can get this horse as a slave. It's not really first come first serve just in-character posting and we'll see how scares Bacchus most, because Bacchus will go with them.}}
That was how he entered Helovia.
Bacchus tossed his delicate-featured head, slowly to a halt, sweat misting and beading on him. Fear was a hungry, all-consuming beast that trembled his legs and took a firm hold on his head. But his body couldn't run anymore. Shush, now, it's okay. No, no it's not! What if Mirsdamel somehow told the horses here! I'll be caught! I'll be killed!
{ooc: Keahi/Sno/Belial/any racist can get this horse as a slave. It's not really first come first serve just in-character posting and we'll see how scares Bacchus most, because Bacchus will go with them.}}
