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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 20:33:04 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. ----------
It was morning. Nuala had been up for hours entertaining a particular guest and had only recently made her way home. The courtesan slumped through the door of her home, her voice ringing out against the still of the morning as she called for her one and only slave.
“Slave!” She moaned in utter exhaustion, practically dragging herself through the entry hall towards the stairs that would lead up to her room. She expected Clythus to respond promptly, as he always did. She had a chore for him to do and, whether he came to meet her or not, she began to rattle out what she needed. “I need you to head down to the markets for me and fetch a particular mix of herbs for me. I need them to help me... recuperate. Go promptly.” Without further words, Nuala disappeared into her room and practically slammed the door, flopping heavily into her bed with an audible grunt.
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It was still early, the sun was still slowly making its way up into the sky, but the city of Valore was alive with the hustle and bustle of merchants and traders. Asim had been wandering the city, given some free reign by his new master to explore the city so long as he was back on time. It was a nice reprieve, not that his master was bad, but he enjoyed getting to spend some time hunting. The chimeric unicorn wandered the streets, scoping out the crowd of slaves and citizens alike in search of something interesting to occupy his time. If he was honest, he was in search of something particular, something to ease some tension, to distract him from the daily grind, but the Casanova would never admit such a thing.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:39:41 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus had been sleeping soundly when the sound of the door nearly slamming open and the shout from below rose him quickly. Hooves nearly skidded against the stone floor before he gathered himself in one quick shake. Meeting her at the top of the stairs, Clythus caught the last little part of her list, nodding once. He barely had time to respond before the door was slammed and the silver dappled buckskin was running out the door like a silver lightening bolt.
Arriving at the market in no time flat he moved through the stalls, searching for the mixture she needed. A couple herbs from that one, a few from this one and- Slam. Clythus staggered back, shaking his head as the herbs flew from the Teke, landing all over the gilded bridge. But a knee was taken and the male dipped his head in sincere apology. “I-I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to bump into you. A-any retributions I’ve caused can be covered by myself or I can give you the name of my mistress if you’d rather see me punished….” He swallowed hard, only then finally lifting his dual colored eyes to take in the equine he had run into.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 2, 2017 15:10:24 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. He has been minding his own business, more or less if eavesdropping on the local conversations and eyeballing the particularly good looking could be considered minding his own business, when presumably out of nowhere a figure slammed into him. The blow staggered him slightly, as he had not been expecting it, and brought forth a grunt of discomfort. He shook his head, sending the tendrils of blonde and gold locks tumbling, and, after a quick cursory glance of his own frame, turned that warm, honey colored gaze on the offending party. His expression quickly changed from one of grumpy discomfort to one of amusement as the figure took to bended knee before him, a slave of all horses. The stammering apology caused a round of laughter to bubble forth from the chimeric stallion who set about gathering the scattered herbs with his own telekinesis.
“Well, well, what a sight to behold.” He started, his voice no doubt masculine, but still... comforting? “I don’t know if we really need to involve you master for you to be sufficiently punished for disrupting my otherwise excellent day.”
Asim’s gaze drifted slowly over the silvery stallion before him. He was certainly easy on the eyes, if a bit... formal in his presentation, but he was fairly certain he could ease him out of that. He stepped forward towards the kneeling silver stallion and lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly against his ear, “What’s your name and how shall we see you punished?” There was an unmistakable note of teasing in his words as Asim found some sort of joy in making others nervous or uncomfortable.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 4, 2017 13:03:58 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The voice was soft, almost too soft. But yet still masculine and he could tell that a condescending tone was not out of the question. Trembling, Clythus continued to keep his head bowed, neck arched and long silver hair spilling over the ground. He swallowed hard as the other spoke, again, eyes closed tight. “I’m very sorry sir…” He whispered, feeling his unease and nervousness wafting through the air. With a hard breath he kept his pose, one leg extended, his other bend and resting on his knee. There was little else he could do. Nuala would be so upset with him when she found out.
When the splash of breath cascaded over his ear, the words wafting into them instead the silver stallion felt his whole body shake hard. What sort of way of speaking was that?! Eyes grew wide before he clenched them closed harder. Clythus had never been good at picking up when someone was teasing him, instead assuming that Asim actually wanted to punish him. A public display? He felt tears well up in his eyes. The next few days he would make sure to not leave the house. “Clythus sir…” Again the stallion whispered, another set of shivers racking over his body. “However you feel like sir…” How he wished his master was here to help him out of this predicament.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 5, 2017 22:07:54 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. As he lingered close to the other stallion’s ear, his face twisted with a devious smirk, he found himself resisting the urge to laugh. The slave, who held no less position than he did, was quite the squishy mess. He seemed genuinely concerned about the punishment to be delivered and something about that made Asim want to laugh. Still, the charade couldn’t be dismissed so easily.
“You will take me to your master’s home, so that I may punish you accordingly for the offense.” Asim drawled out, lifting his head away from the kneeling beastie and gesturing for him to rise and lead the way. “When we arrive, you are to take me straight to where you stay, do not disturb your master before I am ready to speak with her.”
He seemed so confident, so sure of himself, and perhaps that was why he had so far manage to get away with how he was treating the silver slave. The playful display was not meant to scare him; not really, the teasing was there, but... Asim could take things too far sometimes without realizing it.
“Well, come on then, I haven’t got all day...” The stallion shifted, that great fluff of a tail twisting and winding behind him impatiently.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 6, 2017 11:33:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His mind twisted and weaved about what sorts of deeds and punishments the stallion above him was thinking of. To take him back to his home?! Clythus nearly bulked, praying to any god who could hear him that his Mistress would be out for the day and would not be home to witness his catastrophic failure. But then he remembered why he had been sent to the market in the first place and all hope left him. Nuala would be there. She would be in the home and would hear everything. Hearing the other's hooves shift over the stone, Clythus slowly rose as well but kept his head low. He assumed that Asim was not a slave, with the way he was acting and his confidence levels only rising, who would?
He barely looked up, barely lifted his head, nose near inches from the ground as the silver dappled stallion started to lead the way. His ears where out to the side, embarrassment and shame coating his very hide, dripping from each hair fiber that sprouted from his body. Tears burned his eyes. Nuala... He had let her down. All because he had been walking too fast. "Yes of course sir..." He whispered, feeling the eyes on him as he led the gold and brown slave to his home. The herbs where forgotten and as he reached the steps of the estate he couldn't help the tears that leaked from his eyes and dripped onto the warm stone beneath their hooves.
With as quiet a push as he could manage the silver slave opened the doors and lead the way to the room opposite from Nuala's 'entertainment' room. Pivoting in the center he bowed once more and closed the doors behind them with a small click. He used his silver hair as a shield, to hide behind. After all, he was just a slave, compared to this stallion who was clearly not.
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 17, 2017 20:55:56 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. A twisted grin made itself right at home upon Asin’s golden face. He was reveling in the other silver slave’s discomfort and that much was very obvious. As the two of them moved through the streets towards the slave’s master’s home, Asim kept close to the smaller slave, occasionally reaching out to toy with different aspects of the lad’s figure... his mane, his shoulder, his neck, whatever he could reach, really... It didn’t matter, because it no doubt made the silver dappled boy squirm.
He allowed Clythus to push open the doors to Nuala’s home and practically stalked him through the house and into the room. He stood tall and proud, his slave status hard to discern from the way he acted. Only the small band on his inner thigh would give him away as what he was, but... luckily, it was tucked away quite nicely. Asim stopped as Clythus pivoted and bowed before him, those golden eyes raking the silver’s frame.
“So... how shall we punish you...?” Asim asked, almost idly as he moved forward across the room. The stallion promptly invaded the other’s space, reaching out to toy with those silver locks that Clythus hid behind. “I have some ideas, but I’d like to know what you think would be... satisfactory. What would your Mistress have you do to make up for such an insult?” He would pause, briefly, but never moved out of the other stallion’s space, though that long, feathery tail would wave about impatiently.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jul 17, 2017 22:13:07 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
He was asking him? The slave deeming the punishment? How much more embarrassment and humiliation could this stallion put him through? After the walk here where he lipped and nipped at different parts of hi body the slave couldn't fathom what else the other wanted him to experience. As the words hit his ears the silver stallion could not help but pin his ears out of fear and unease. this other male was really taking his time, winding around him like a snake and making him as uncomfortable as he could. Just so when he did strike it would be perfect.
He felt his mane being shifted and felt a different type of fear rocket through his veins like ice cold water. Breath was held, hoping his scar was kept from view as the silken strands moved and shifted from the others touches. "I-I Do not know Sir..." He whispered through a tight throat. "I've never been in this position before and do not know what would satisfy you enough to be happy with my punishment..." A hard swallow tried to wet his nearly dry mouth. Everything about this was wrong, but poor Clythus was so lost to the fact that Asim was not in fact a normal class aodhian. In his head he truely believed that the male nearly prancing around him was anything but a slave. Maybe even a noble...
He remained bowing, as uncomfortable as it was to make sure he was as respectful as he could be.
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