Post by Disastercorn on Mar 31, 2017 14:38:38 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Having been gifted one night to himself, the Silver Dapple Buckskin took his 'allowance' and ventured out. His life thus far had been filled with beautiful equines of all sorts and it left the normal horse feeling fairly... inadequate. Masike was a looker himself and the company he kept didn't help matters. It was nice to be surrounded by such splendor but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like the dirty spot in the otherwise clean and gorgeous room. Thankfully Masike had told him to go have a day to himself, to take some money and make himself feel better. At first the slave had been nervous to leave his side but after much prodding and continued pushing, Masike finally convinced Clythus it would be a good idea. (And after he ordered him to go.)
So here he was, walking causally down the market streets. He had a note tucked into his new collar one of Masike's friends had helped him pick out just in case someone asked him what he was up to. He stopped at the famous pie shop for a small bite to eat and then took a small gander at each stall in passing. It was so strange to only care about himself. So strange he kept looking over his shoulder trying to start up a conversation but no horse was there. Head shook and mane rippled. He would get the hang of this new slave world eventually. Sooner then later he hoped.
His day ended with him stopping in front of the pearl. Yet such a place did not seem dank or dismal but rather staple in the bustling city of Valore. Having still much of his allowance left from the day and under strict order to spend a lot of it, the stallion moved through the doors, not even sure what to expect on the other side or if there would even be time for him.
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