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01-16-2013, 11:41 PM
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It has been a while, as Ari wanders. She doesn't know how much time passes, merely hoping to run into someone. It is time for her to submit herself to this low position, below these unicorns that watch her with contempt. If they even look at her at all. Ath-Ari she stressed to herself, can't help but feel the stirring of something darker inside her that she isn't sure she likes. Pushing it away she concentrates on the increase of noise around her, blinking owlishly and glancing around. From the distance a small dark subject came careening towards her, face lit up in joy. She is surprised to notice the lack of wings and horn upon his body, and waits patiently for him to come to her. Catching herself quickly and keeping her head low, smiling shyly and nervously as if afraid to feel joy. It hurts her heart to know she has to do that, but it nearly shatters when boyish face grins at her and voice comes tumbling out joyously. He seemed so happy to be a slave, so used to it. She wanted to embrace him, wash away what he thought was right and care for him. Take him far away from the evil that had tainted him so thoroughly. Even so she smiles, ears flickering with her tail to make it seem like she was nervous and shy, though her eyes are bright and welcoming towards Rapha. "Another slave? I haven't met you yet..." voice turning into awe at her command, eyes going wide and happy. "I belong to Faelene! You belong to Sno?" Voice dropping to a whisper, as if envious of his position serving the princess of the Basin. Another comes on the scene then, a stallion with a proud horn upon his forehead. A grin severs his face as if it has been cut open that way, and Athena shudders on the inside. His words curl around her like smoke, burning her insides. She wishes to hate him, and is surprised to find the very seed of it is growing inside. Frightened, she stomped down on that horrible emotion. Victims of circumstance, she tells herself. Nodding slowly and bowing her head lower to him, eyes darting from his gaze to Rapha to the ground and back. He demands of her who she belongs to, and quickly she replies in a tone soft and submissive. "Miss Faelene, sir. I'm her slave." Ari, she reminds herself. Though telling him her name seems far too prideful of her, for that would mean she owned herself in some way. |
