Post by pond on Dec 23, 2015 6:52:02 GMT -6
Hello everyone! I've been in SA for a while now, but I haven't really gotten in on the action yet. I'm searching for a master for my character Margot! I've made this forum post as a sort of "showcase" or prologue to Margot's story with her new master, and you're welcome to reply here if you have a character who you reckon could take her on! There's a little more info in the journal here:
p-ond.deviantart.com/journal/Searching-579708795
Away we go!
F O R / E X H U M A T I O N
MARGOT | SERVILE SLAVE | Gilded Bridge
THINKING | WALKING | TALKING
p-ond.deviantart.com/journal/Searching-579708795
Away we go!
F O R / E X H U M A T I O N
MARGOT | SERVILE SLAVE | Gilded Bridge
THINKING | WALKING | TALKING
THE sun's dancing on the sea. It's flickering in its reflection, as though the water's flicked its forked tongue and shattered the orb's facade. It's not strong, nor unforgiving. It's a mess. Perhaps it wouldn't be here at all if it couldn't kill us in one look.
Margot thought as she stood, the hot midday sun beading sweat on her neck and back, puddles of it pooling beneath the leather of her collar and bridle. All whilst the merchant tasked with getting rid of her lounged under a pungently scented canopy of silks. Her breathing was obscured and raspy with a flash noseband stretched around her muzzle, tearing into the skin if she shook her head. All in a day's work. She would have sighed.
SHE watched the nobles saunter with their shroud of mites, of servants and slaves far too eager to please, their heads held well above hers (Well it would be that way since they're largely full of air), eyes piercing down dartingly, uncomfortably at her as though they'd catch something from her mere contact. Well hell I'll never get out of here if I keep scaring them off. Give it an hour. She shuffled her feet, stood straight and let her eyes fall towards the burnt orange brick beneath her. Still in thought cursing at the sun and blessing the brief gusts that cooled her, the time must have flown by before she noticed a pair of what could only be pampered hooves appear under her nose...
Margot thought as she stood, the hot midday sun beading sweat on her neck and back, puddles of it pooling beneath the leather of her collar and bridle. All whilst the merchant tasked with getting rid of her lounged under a pungently scented canopy of silks. Her breathing was obscured and raspy with a flash noseband stretched around her muzzle, tearing into the skin if she shook her head. All in a day's work. She would have sighed.
SHE watched the nobles saunter with their shroud of mites, of servants and slaves far too eager to please, their heads held well above hers (Well it would be that way since they're largely full of air), eyes piercing down dartingly, uncomfortably at her as though they'd catch something from her mere contact. Well hell I'll never get out of here if I keep scaring them off. Give it an hour. She shuffled her feet, stood straight and let her eyes fall towards the burnt orange brick beneath her. Still in thought cursing at the sun and blessing the brief gusts that cooled her, the time must have flown by before she noticed a pair of what could only be pampered hooves appear under her nose...