Post by Baastion on Apr 13, 2017 17:30:22 GMT -6
Clip, clop, clip, clop.
The rhythmic sound of her hooves against the concrete was a melodic beat upon her ears. It allowed her to slip away from her most conscious self and ponder over the recent changes in her life - such as the new master. She knew nothing of them, only that she was to go to them, but not before buying a pretty bridle to adorn herself with. Her prior masters were all for appearances and gave little consideration to anything else - which was probably why she was kept at such a standard of beauty, at least, she'd say as much if one were to ask her.
Idly, Verona sauntered through the streets, paying little mind to the world around her, and why should she? No one paid a slave any mind and somehow they always knew a slave when they walked down these streets. Sometimes it gave Rona a fantasy of how some might see her if those invisible shackles would be released... would they see her any differently? Would they treat her better or worse?... were slaves better off as such?
Different questions each and every time and never any answers. Verona's lot wouldn't change. She was born with this blood, this title. It was in her nature to be a slave - right? Her mom had told her as such but the words felt like a lie. Even upon her own crown they shifted and slithered like a snake in the grass. It made her body shiver and muscles tighten with the desire to get away.
So involved in her thoughts, she did not see the being dashing towards her until it was too late. He crashed into her smaller frame and knocked her sideways. Her legs strained to keep her upright and in the end she appeared more like a newborn foal trying to walk. She shook her head, trying to regain herself and that's when realization dawned. "THIEF!" She screamed as she charged after him, his bay coat blending annoyingly well with the other equines as she dashed passed them, though no one thought to aid in her mad attempt to rescue those few crystals that would buy her that bridle.
The woman, giving it her all found the thief to be getting away and as such she plunged all that she had left into her gallop, barely dodging those that stepped before her as her mane and tail whipped against the oncoming breeze. "STOP!" She pleaded in vain hope, though just before her head collided with the shoulder of another figure, dropping her to the ground with an audible thud and a heavy groan. "Ouch," she complained, glaring at the ground before realizing what had happened.
The sooty clad female jerked upright, ignoring the irritation along her neck and back from the collision as she dropped her head as low as it could, nose brushing the dust of the ground. "Please forgive me... I was trying to catch a thief... they stole... never mind. I apologize for running into you," she kept her head low, expecting some form of lashing. Way to go, Verona. Already causing a mess and you've been out of the pen for five minutes.
The rhythmic sound of her hooves against the concrete was a melodic beat upon her ears. It allowed her to slip away from her most conscious self and ponder over the recent changes in her life - such as the new master. She knew nothing of them, only that she was to go to them, but not before buying a pretty bridle to adorn herself with. Her prior masters were all for appearances and gave little consideration to anything else - which was probably why she was kept at such a standard of beauty, at least, she'd say as much if one were to ask her.
Idly, Verona sauntered through the streets, paying little mind to the world around her, and why should she? No one paid a slave any mind and somehow they always knew a slave when they walked down these streets. Sometimes it gave Rona a fantasy of how some might see her if those invisible shackles would be released... would they see her any differently? Would they treat her better or worse?... were slaves better off as such?
Different questions each and every time and never any answers. Verona's lot wouldn't change. She was born with this blood, this title. It was in her nature to be a slave - right? Her mom had told her as such but the words felt like a lie. Even upon her own crown they shifted and slithered like a snake in the grass. It made her body shiver and muscles tighten with the desire to get away.
So involved in her thoughts, she did not see the being dashing towards her until it was too late. He crashed into her smaller frame and knocked her sideways. Her legs strained to keep her upright and in the end she appeared more like a newborn foal trying to walk. She shook her head, trying to regain herself and that's when realization dawned. "THIEF!" She screamed as she charged after him, his bay coat blending annoyingly well with the other equines as she dashed passed them, though no one thought to aid in her mad attempt to rescue those few crystals that would buy her that bridle.
The woman, giving it her all found the thief to be getting away and as such she plunged all that she had left into her gallop, barely dodging those that stepped before her as her mane and tail whipped against the oncoming breeze. "STOP!" She pleaded in vain hope, though just before her head collided with the shoulder of another figure, dropping her to the ground with an audible thud and a heavy groan. "Ouch," she complained, glaring at the ground before realizing what had happened.
The sooty clad female jerked upright, ignoring the irritation along her neck and back from the collision as she dropped her head as low as it could, nose brushing the dust of the ground. "Please forgive me... I was trying to catch a thief... they stole... never mind. I apologize for running into you," she kept her head low, expecting some form of lashing. Way to go, Verona. Already causing a mess and you've been out of the pen for five minutes.
