the Rift


a new slave [Snö, open]

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BACCHUS
the good guys never win



Back to slavery. Well, at least the little stallion had run free of command for a short while. The delicate-faced, yet sturdy, Fjord-cross entered the lands of snow nervously. What would his master be like? Like Loki, the dark red-eyed bastard who owned twenty concubines and had sired a hundred foals? Like Simirillia, the beautiful, arrogant mare who ignored him mostly? Like Gorina, the plain mare who thought it was neccessary to injure or even kill slaves to appear powerful? Holster, Briina, Tuniver? Which one? Or would his master be one different than the rest? A shiver ran through the stallion, starting at his fuzzy shoulders and running down his dark eel's stripe.

Bacchus didn't know. In a cruel twist of fate, he had fallen into love with the ice princess, Snö. The little pony would follow her to the ends of the earth, break his legs, do anything for his enthralling mistress.

What cruel games fate likes to play.

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Snö Posts: 155
Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
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Just what in the hell was she going to do with a slave? Oh, she had a few ideas in mind, but none of them would bode well for the little stallion who was now following her like an obedient little dog. He was tense, nervous, but Snö said nothing to ease the stallion's nervousness. Tarak, however, picked up on her subtle annoyance and growled a warning at the stallion before it turned its head back around and continued to walk in mechanical silence.

The ice princess drew to a halt and looked at the equine that was now her slave. It was a position that he should be in and if she had her way they all would be. She wondered what her parents would think about her having an equine slave. Surely they would be proud if not a little envious. How could someone so young already be on a path to achieving what they were still planning?

He was pathetic, she decided, to give in so easily aid become a slave. Where was the fight in him? Where was the fire? "Where are you from? Do you have a name?"

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& when she whispers, your blood shall run cold.</style>



ooc://
lol i know his name is Bacchus, but Snö has this little quirk where she names things that belong to her, so she'll probably call him by a different name xD

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BACCHUS
the good guys never win



The mechanical dog growled! Eep! So it did live, Bacchus discovered. He looked, dismayed, at its golden workmanship. Don't eat me! The little boy couldn't help but think. But while he was debating the pros and cons of fleeing and risking being eaten, the princess spoke. His lovely lady, his mistress, the object that he would adore and fear. She asked where he came from.

Answer, Bacchus. "I come from the Prisporian Proper, a land to the east, my lady. My name is Bacchus, or at least that's what my old masters called me." Hopefully she wouldn't ask why she wasn't there still. It wouldn't do to tell her he had runaway only to be caught again. With a flash of nerves, Bacchus wondered what he would do. Hopefully little errands. Dark eyes glanced around, taking in the chilled landscape. Why do you live here? is what he wanted to ask, but he had learned long ago never to speak out of turn. Dark hooves crunch on the ice as he obediently followed Snö. Nervous energy filled his movements, shifting him, making him jiggle and twitch with a mixture of fear and adoration, like the dog following the master that beats him.

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[OOC: that's fine lol. and sno's free to show him off to her parents and the plague as well if she wishes teehee]


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Snö Posts: 155
Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
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The fear on his face when Tarak growled made the mare roll her eyes and sigh in annoyance. She was suddenly wondering why her parents had talked about enslaving the equines. They were weak pathetic creatures and weak pathetic creatures did not deserve to live. "Do not be so scared!" She snapped. "It is a machine and will only kill you if I tell it to. Do not give me a reason" He would regret that he ever followed her.

Snö regained her composure rather quickly, her ears tilting forward as the stallion finally spoke his name and where he was from. Bacchus was no good, especially when he belonged to her now. She would not address him by the name someone else had given him. "Rapha." She said. "Your name will no longer be Bacchus."

The young mare relaxed her body, then, cocking her hip to rest a pale, cloven hoof on its tip. "You are in Helovia now, a land that will soon come to realize that Unicorns truly are the superior race. You will answer to no one but me and you will speak to no one about anything you see or hear in this place."



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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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#5

The idea of slaves had long been present in the mind of the Crux. She would prefer to simply kill the impure skyrats and their inferior, hornless cousins; she knew, however, that this would be a near impossibility. The shadow-mare was not a stupid soul - far from it, in fact - and nor was she naive. A world in which unicorns reigned supreme was not the equivalent of a world devoid of pegasi and equines, though of course this would be the preferable one. But their rise to power would be much more likely to be accompanied by the enslavement of their inferiors. The pegasi would have to die, that was for certain, or their wings ripped from their shoulders. A sadistic smile spread across her maw: that would surely break their spirits. The equines, though, had always proved easier to control, and this would be no different.

A chilly wind scattered her ebony banner into rivulets down her nape. The multicolored feathers woven into the strands of hair twirled in the breeze, casting off a flash of blue, a flicker of green, a gleam of red. The colors stood out against the dark-hued bodice, glared against the white setting. There was no hiding for this femme in this place. She stood out like a sore thumb, a black speck against a sea of pearl. Luckily, she was not in a position in which she would need to hide. Their herd, formerly of the World's Edge, occupied these lands now. But it would only be for a little while. They would take their home from their inferiors. She would stand for no less.

Amber orbs caught movement on the horizon. Auds pricked; pistons picked up the pace. It had been barely discernible, a slight flash of dull colors, almost blending perfectly into the surroundings. But the shadow-mare had been on the alert for just such a movement. She had no desire to be surprised in this barren, frigid wasteland. She carried herself as quickly as possible over the snow-covered terrain, and it was not until she drew nearer that she was able to identify the newcomers. A wave of relief washed over her, surprising her. Call it motherly love, if you will, but it was a foreign feeling to the Crux, and she dismissed it as such. She simply recognized that her daughter had arrived unharmed from the rather interesting happenings after the Battle of the Edge, and it pleased her.

She slowed her approach, and though she was sure that the pair would have seen her, she called a greeting. It was not a friendly sound, but neither was it a cry of warning. She would accept them in her lands (for she had come to view the Steppe as just that), but she would not be overly welcoming. Even her offspring would have to prove herself in this herd. As she joined them, she was appalled to see the companionship that Sno was keeping: a rather scrawny-looking equine followed the ice princess, his head hung in a rather submissive manner. This sparked her curiosity, pushing back the sense of disgust she had previously felt. She ought to have known that no daughter of hers would be kept company by a lowly equine.

"Sno, darling," she simpered in way of greeting, the smile that graced her plain features never reaching her eyes. "How lovely to see you again." She purposefully ignored the little equine, a snub meant to show her position as one very far above his. She briefly considered a more personal greeting, but having seen her daughter just once in several seasons, and that during the invasion, persuaded her to live and let be. Finally, she glanced at the equine male, a haughty, disdainful look in her orbs. "I see you've brought a friend home," she sneered. "A new plaything, my dear?"


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BACCHUS
the good guys never win



To his credit, immediately after the ice princess' reprimand Bacchus fully and totally ignored the metal beast of servitude at the beautiful filly's side. Of course, that was not to say the naturally anxious and nervous stallion simply became unafraid- he adapted to the conditions, and so Bacchus hid the fear, pushed it down deep somewhere inside. Snö was his master, and the obedient dog would do whatever he could to please the mare. When she stripped him of his name and called him 'Rapha', the dun didn't resist. It was, at the very least, better than 'Maggot', a crude name given to him by Loki in a drunken fit of rage. When Snö began to lecture him on the strength of unicorns, he kept his head respectfully tilted down.

"Of course, my lady. I am sworn to you. Every horse should know his place is under the fine unicorns." It is a little sad, to see Bacchus' complete belief in this statement. The boy really did believe his words. No matter what he thought, he would carry out his services, uncomplaining, even unspeaking. He was more than a robot, of course, unlike maybe Monster, not that Bacchus would know of the black unicorn. The snow lifted, ice flickering across the Frostbreath Steppe. It was a desolate stronghold, but it was a fort. One could see another from many leagues away. When the exquisite black mare appeared, made a show of ignoring Bacchus, or Rapha, he remained humbly behind his princess. Eyes lowered, ears angled back, head held delicately downwards.

He was a slave. It was normal to him.

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Snö Posts: 155
Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
ali
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"Mother." Snö stiffly greeted the older mare, the tone of her voice and the stance of her body not softening nor relaxing. She stood between her dark mother and her new slave, one ear tilted forward and one ear tilted back. Naturally her mother ignored the equine, which suited Snö well enough. She honestly didn't want Psyche to pay attention to him because then she would try to take him. He belonged to her and no one else.

"He is Rapha." She informed her mother, displeased that the unicorn had finally taken notice of him. "He is a slave and belongs to me." Her eyes narrowed on her mother, leaving no shadow of a doubt that it would not bode well if someone tried to take him from her. Tarak picked up on her agitation and growled mechanically.

"Where is father?" She asked rather dismissively. "I would like to see him."



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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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RayoDeSoleil
#8

The slave that knew his place was a good one. He should be seen and not heard, should never expect to be acknowledged. He should answer to his master, and to his master only. He should await their orders, never glancing to another for leadership, never pricking his auds in the direction of another's voice. His duties were to his master alone. Psyche was pleased that this one seemed to know his place, staring submissively at the ground, not even twitching. It seemed that her daughter had good taste, and she felt a bud of pride grow in her breast. She had raised Sno well, regardless of the disdain with which the youngling now watched her mother. Psyche would have to remind her offspring who was boss sooner of later, but for the time being, she let her attitude slide.

The name of the slave was heard and tossed aside; it would do her no good, and she had no use to file the name away in her memory. It was enough to recognize his look and his scent, and to associate these things with the ice princess. This she did without realizing; in the future, she would recognize the slave, but only insofar as a part of her daughter. "My dear, what would I possibly want with your slave? If you have taken him as yours, then he is yours." She would not waste her time on such trivial matters, as these words were all that she would offer to her daughter in the way of assurance.

The mechanical creature accompanying Sno abruptly gained Psyche's attention. Orange orbs looked it over with interest. Sno had been rather busy, it seemed. That warm glow of pride in Psyche grew, blossoming into a small flame. She had been hard at work, and it had definitely paid off. "Your father," she said, rapidly breaking eye contact with Sno's companion and responding to her question, "is off somewhere on the Steppe. If you would like to accompany me to the remainder of the herd, you are welcome to await his return there." In truth, Psyche was unsure of the FrosthHeart's whereabouts, but she wouldn't mind a chance to talk to Sno about her future.


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BACCHUS
the good guys never win



Bacchus stood, stoic and uncomplaining, totally unmoving, although inside his rather peculiar head he was thinking of a hundred trivial things. Why is Snö white, not black? Who is her father? Who is the black mare? What does she do? Rapha kept his head down respectfully, but could not resist the quickest of glances upward as the two spoke. He was an onlooker, an outsider and an insider. He was an object- something of mild importance, but mainly, to be ignored unless needs. A rug to be stepped on.

Despite the stallion's confusion on the matter of freedom and slavery, he felt a tinge of perverse pleasure at Snö's display of ownership. The dun admired her beauty, and her strength, and the bronze wolf at her side. He liked belonging to her, rather than the black mare, at least. Snö's mother. Rapha longed to ask for the mare's name, but it shouldn't be so. After all, he was an item. Rocks or manes or water doesn't speak. Neither should he.

Bacchus kept his eyes low throughout his ponderings, and soon his mind shifted from the topic to his own thoughts. What would Snö use him for? Were there many horses here? Would he be expected to serve all? Maybe, much to his distaste, he would have to babysit. He hated babysitting- he had done it frequently at the warlord Loki's, with the crazed stallion's many proud foals sauntering about. Babysitting was the devil's work.

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Snö Posts: 155
Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
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Snö did not answer her mother's question regarding what she would want with the slave, Rapha. The younger mare knew exactly what her mother might want with him. If anyone was going to use Rapha it would be her, and if anyone was going to kill him it would most certainly be her. No one else would touch him without her consent or she would bring seven levels of hell down upon them.

She sighed at the knowledge that her father was somewhere in the Steppe and rolled her icy eyes. He was always somewhere not ever there. She had learned shortly after finding him that his duty as a King outweighed his family even though he liked to pretend otherwise.

"Lead the way, mother." The ice princess finally responded. "Come, Rapha." She called with not so much as a glance over her shoulder at the slave.



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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380
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RayoDeSoleil
#11

The shadow-mare began to trot casually in the direction of the herd. It was an easy pace, plowing through the snow, leaving clear tracks. She disliked the fact that their trail would be so easy to find, but she reassured herself with the thought that the nightly snows would cover it. And nightfall was approaching rapidly, as it did here on the Steppe. It wasn't quite obvious, as the sun was hidden behind the thick blanket of heavy grey clouds, but it was not difficult to tell that darkness was overcoming the stark white terrain. A glance to the heavens told her that they would make it to the herd in time to settle for the night, but not by much.

She had nothing to say to her daughter, in truth, and even if she did, she found herself distracted. She had not seen the gixie's father in days, and the realization was a troubling one. She had run before, it was true, but would she have done the same thing if they had just been ousted from their home? It seemed wrong for the leader to desert his followers just because they lost a battle. It was just being a sore loser, and it wasn't something that Psyche approved of. In the back of her head, a little voice piped up. He left right after you returned, dearie, it told her coldly. Coincidence? It hurt to think that way, and the feeling surprised her. She was going soft, and she hated herself for it.

"So, darling," she began, an attempt to remove such thoughts from her mind, "Have you any plans for your future? I'm sure your talents could be well-put to use should you choose to stay with the herd." She tried on a smile, glancing toward her daughter. She had no expectations of the filly, in truth, but if she chose to stay with the exiled Edge, then she would have her choice of positions within the Plague. If she chose to continue wandering with no purpose in life (a silent snort sounded in Psyche's mind at the thought) then it would make no difference. There would be others.


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[I think this is a good place to end. If Sno and Pysche wish to continue talking, you can just assume Bacchus' is standing quietly behind them]


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