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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:37:00 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The day had come. Dread pooled in the stallion’s stomach, dripping into legs causing them to waver and shake. He was new to all this. This rearranging of his life, starting fresh, or rather starting over never sat well with him. With a small huff, he cleared his thoughts quickly. There was no need to dwell. The deed was done and Clythus would be passing hands shortly. His hair had been braided up at the ends, just enough not to drape on the ground. He had been bathed and dried, brushed out to show off the shine in his coat. He wasn't a skinny stallion, that was made certain. He was filled out and sported lean muscle. He was not a fighter, in the slightest but a modest build for his height.
A rough almost saddened voice called his name, the stallion's head lifting as ears perked. It was time. With another breath, to calm his fretting mind, Clythus moved out of his room. He would likely never see this place again... Never see the gardens and the courtyard in the center of the house. His Master... This was his last day. Swallowing back tears the silver dappled male lowered his head and walked behind the large unicorn.
His mind wandered during the walk to his new life. Slipping between doubt and worry, pausing to bathe in the calm darkness when it could. Before he knew it, his master had stopped in front of a large door. Head rose, ears out to the sides. A large nose bumped against his neck. "Be good. And make me proud. You've become a fine Stallion." A weak sad smile graced the drafty build of the unicorn beside him as he turned his head to the door. A hoof rose, knocking against the object. Clythus stood still, his mind running rampant with who could be behind it.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:38:54 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. The day had indeed come. A few days prior, while on her usual rounds through the city of Valore, the mare had crossed paths with the draft stallion who now stood at her door. A conversation had sparked, as they often did when Nuala was involved, and, through flirtatious and giddy exchanges, the subject of slaves slipped their tongues. She had been seeking one off and on for quite some time, but her high standards had made finding just the right one difficult, to say the very least. Still, the conversation had seemed promising and through gentle coaxing a meeting had been arranged. As of yet, the property had not changed hooves, but it seemed likely that Nuala would purchase the slave in question... if he stood up to her standards.
Her home was modest in appearance, not too grand and not too simplistic either. To anyone that looked it seemed very fitting that she should live there. The build rose above the streets, having several levels, and was beautifully detailed with pillars and carved images. The upper level appeared to be made of nothing but windows with sheer drapes of all colors billowing in the slight summer breeze. The door upon which they knocked was heavy and the sound of the hoof would echo through fairly quiet halls.
Nuala was in repose, situated quietly among plush pillows and light, summery blankets, when the knock resounded through her home. She stood and lightly adjusted the velvety cape of her slug-like form to ensure that she was presentable. Her countenance was serene and inviting behind the thin veil of transparent flesh that protected her eyes. The mare's telekinesis, a soft golden glow, worked to open the door. Her smile seemed genuine as she greeted the two horses who stood at her doorstep.
"Ah, what a pleasure it is to see you again," Nuala's voice dripped like honey, slow and sweet, from her tongue. "I take it this is the lad in question?"
Her eyes would shift and move from the draft stallion to the slighter built stallion at his side. The mare's gaze took in every detail, measuring him as though he were a piece of meat, which to some he was..
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:41:27 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Long silky mane rippled with each moment of his body. The strands where thick yet thin enough each breeze, each breath, each twitch they would move like water. Ears flickered forward as he took in the cream colored made, folding back and to the sides in a submissive manner.
Altair stepped inside, his large dinner plate hooves barely making a sound on the pristine and well kept floors. He was extremely grateful for his size and build. He smiled gently. “Good day Nuala. Yes, this is Clythus.”. At his name the common horse quickly dipped a knee and dropped his head bowing before the two higher ranking creatures. Altair smiled gently before looking back towards the mare.
“Would you like to discuss him over some tea?”. Clythus hated this part of any sort of deal. The bargaining. Especially when it was over him. Rising up slowly he kept his head low, eyes trained to the ground. Altair had raised him well and the common horse was more than upset he had to leave his side. But he was a slave, and a slave, in the end, has no say over their own fate.
The large unicorn moved towards a small table the the hippocampus gestured too, sitting down beside it as his own aura, a pale orange, lifted a spoon from its surface to sir the tea laid out already.
Clythus hadn't moved. He hadn't been summoned and in this weird limbo and possible new ownership he didn't know who to look after in this meeting. So he kept to the middle of the room, allowing her easy access to his form should she want to look or analyze him.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:43:48 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. For a moment or two more, Nuala kept her eyes trained on the silvery stallion. If they were to begin with bargaining she wanted to be sure of what she was purchasing. Still, a cursory glance told her the bare-bones of what she needed. The slave was attractive enough, the scar on his face a minor defect as far as she was concerned, he appeared to be in good shape, and, judging from his prompt bow, seemed to be well trained.
Well trained was what she was after, first and foremost. Her time was precious and time was money, she didn't want to waste it in basic training. At long last, those pale eyes pulled away from the slave and redirected their gaze to his current master. Nuala would join Altair at the table, lifting a small cube of sugar to add to her own tea.
"Tea.. sounds like a fine idea." She mused aloud as she gently lifted the cup to her lips. "Your slave seems well mannered, does he keep well? I would prefer one that doesn't need too much looking after..." It was true, Nuala didn't have time for the old, the ones that needed extra special care to ensure their health, she just wasn't the type to nurture anything. That might've been why her home was completely devoid of plants...
As the two sat, Nuala shifted and, in the process, knocked a small napkin off the table on to the floor. Oops.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:45:03 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His hair was always on his right side, covering the scar. Altair nodded. “Very well mannered. He doesn't like messing up and takes punishments without protest. It doesn't take him long to learn a routine and he's very attentive.”. The unicorn took a sip his teke holding the cup softly. His light green glow lifted and settled items with practiced ease. A pause was given as he thought about how to answer next.
“He is a very easy keeper. Which surprised me being he is part thoroughbred. But yes, he doesn't need extra care, no fancy supplements or anything like that.”. He sat back, adding a cube as he watched her knock her napkin to the floor.
Clythus perked his ears and daintily stepped forward, head lowered as he retrieved the napkin with his aura and took it to the side, placing it in the small basket as he grabbed her a new one from the wall cupboards closest to the table. He laid it out in a perfectly folded square, stepping back and out of the way. He didn't say a thing.
“Very attentive. He also knows how to analyze a room and find things without asking.”. Altair smiled. He was so proud of his slave. It pained him to sell him.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:48:51 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. Nuala seemed pleased with the response and delicately sipped on the fragrant tea, a drink that had no doubt been imported. As the napkin fell to the floor and was promptly retrieved by the ‘very attentive’ slave, as Altair had put it, a smile graced her features. He really did seem to be well trained, which was what she needed. She wasn’t in the market for a project, she wanted something been there, done that, not something she’d have to put miles on herself.
As the slave dipped back away and into silence, her pale gaze turned back on the slave’s master. “I like this one quite a bit, Altair, I think he would be a fine fit here in my home. He isn’t shy about certain things, is he?” She asked, “After all, he will no doubt be accompanying me to the Pearl on the odd occasion.”
Nuala wasn’t particularly worried, but bringing a blushing slave into the Pearl could be bothersome. Still, it appeared she had made up her mind about him, “Regardless, I believe he would do well here... What are you asking for him? He’s well-built and handsome, surely you’ve got an idea?” The mare waited patiently for his response.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:51:34 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Altair smiled softly behind his cup. Clythus never ceased to disappoint him. With a soft breath he shook his head, his Teke setting the cup back down. “I do not think so. I has been around and involved in many sexual acts before. He never seemed bashful or off put by those things, have you Clythus?” Soft green eyes turned to the tall stallion standing off to the side.
The silver dappled buckskin blinked and lifted his head, shaking it softly. Long silky mane rippled down his body from the action. “No Masters. I am not shy about sex.” He stated easily, back hoof dragging gently along the ground to push his tail behind himself and out of stepping range. In fact one of the stallions best friends worked at the Pearl. It would be nice to see him more often, and this way he could.
Head dropped back down, making sure it wasn’t higher than the mares. If he was truly going to be her slave he should make sure he kept himself as below her as he could. Altair sighed softly and smiled again as he turned his head to gaze over his slave thoughtfully. “I was partially afraid you would want to purchase him. He’s has blossomed into a very good slave, one of the best I’ve had the chance to groom.” With another sad smile he turned back to the mare and talked numbers, coming to an agreement between the two of them.
Almost too soon, the large drafty unicorn rose from the table and dipped his head. “Thank you Miss Nuala. I am sure he will do his duties well.” With a small pivot he faced the slave. “Good bye Clythus. You have served me well. May you serve her just as well.” He smiled and moved to curve his head and neck over the other, hugging him gently but firmly against his chest. Clythus really didn’t want to part from the stallion. He felt a few tears slip down his cheeks, unable to hold them back from the embrace. There was of course a by back situation, but Altair was sure the stallion wouldn’t be coming back to him any time soon.
Shortly after the two separated and Altair took his leave, leaving Clythus standing in the mare’s home, unsure what to do with himself.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:53:57 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. Again, Nuala's head dipped in a nod that revealed her satisfaction. They had both answered well, as far as she was concerned, and that made the whole transaction much simpler. A shy slave would never survive in Nuala's home, not for a second. As the two discussed numbers and price, haggled out the worth of the silver stallion who stood dutifully by, the mare's veiled gaze would drift between the master and his slave. Her eyes would take in every inch, ever ounce of perfection, every tiny flaw, anything they could as she gave her purchase a once over. He would most certainly do.
The deal complete, the courtesan flashed a sly smile at Altair as he went about saying his goodbyes. The two seemed close, for a master and slave, but Nuala wasn't perturbed. She had seen many a master and slave relationship go deeper, her fathers had had something similar, so it wasn't an unusual sight to her eyes.
Dutifully, she followed her guest to the door and thanked him for his time and for the delicate prize that would now reside within her household. She wished Altair well and finally closed the door. As the heavy door clicked closed, she released a quiet sigh and turned to the stallion who stood quite unsure of what to do at the edge of her drawing room.
"Well now, slave, Clythus... I must say I am pleased that you will be joining my household. It will be just the two of us, for now, but I intend to gather many a fine young stallion to fill my home..." Nuala practically purred, the idea rolling over in her mind like a dream within reach. Soon, very soon, she hoped to add to her harem of handsome slaves.
"Now, since you are my only slave, it is safe to say you shall be the head slave of my home." She said as she moved away from the door and closed the distance between the two of them. "I am a fairly relaxed mistress, I expect you to maintain my home and accompany me when I ask it of you, but you will have some degree of... freedom. You may come and go from my home as you please during my working hours, unless I have requested you to attend me at the Pearl... ah, we can get to more specifics later... Tell me, slave, what sort of things have you been trained in, specifically..." Her tone seemed to shift, a serious note seizing upon her honey-sweet voice.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:55:10 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
He was alone. In a new house with new rules and new master. He was literally starting over. Again. He felt his ears fall more before he quickly perked up as the door closed, sealing his fate for good. As she spoke the stallion swallowed hard.
“I might be good enough you'll only need me…”. He whispered quietly, really hoping she wouldn't acquire too many too fast. He liked being a solo slave for the most part. Though the next part of her speal caused him to relax a bit. Already head of the slaves. That made him feel so much better.
As she stepped closer the stallion lifted his head slightly, the action causing the hair to shift and show off the large scar on his face. It was a fleeting peak and most eyes would surely miss it. But to Nuala and with her being so close, the pink against his skin would surely be picked up.
Dropping his head the silver dapple buckskin trembled. Her tone had shifted and the male knew he needed to answer quickly and promptly. “Ah well… I've been trained to do a lot of things mistress. I've… Been trained in etiquette, manners, attentiveness, being submissive in any situation. I never talk back, I take punishments without question. I'm good at running errands, I know most of valore in terms of main streets and some side ones. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to how you want things and my master always mentioned I was good in the bedroom.”. He shivered again, tail swishing slightly in a small nervous gesture.
“Was that… What you wanted to know mistress?”
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:56:50 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. Her expression grew into one of amusement as he spoke. He seemed to very much want to be the only one, she had gotten this impression from him just from her previous talks with his old master, but it wasn't a problem for her. He household, though pleasant and on the larger side, had no need for a ton of slaves so he wouldn't have to worry.
"The only one, hm? Well, if you maintain the way you were just now, I imagine I will want for nothing." She replied with a soft smile, "But, I intend to add a Fighter to my home, something big and burly to show off along side my more delicate servile slave.."
As he lifted his head and the locks of hair shielding his scar from view were disturbed, Nuala's keen eyes did indeed pick up the flash of pink. The mare's expression dimmed, her brow furrowed, and she stepped closer. She would seize the locks of hair gently with her telekinesis, lifting them away so that she could get a better look at this flash of scored flesh. "My, my..." her voice rumbled forth, a hint of some unknown emotion lacing the repeated words.
It didn't particularly bother her, on the contrary, he was still gorgeous in her eyes, the scar, though ghastly, just made him more handsome. Her ears flicked as he rattled out the things he'd been trained in, brows quirking at the final answer.
"Good in bed, hm?" Nuala released his hair and stepped back with a rich laugh, "You know, I've been told the same thing!"
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 22:57:53 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His body visibly relaxed as she agreed to no other servile slaves. A pit fighter would be fine, so long as the silver dapple male would not be bullied when the mistress was not home. That had happened before, surprisingly. He hadn’t been able to speak up about it, in fear of what the other slave would do when they where alone. Eventually his master had found out but it had taken a while.
With a small noise he was about to lower his head, only to feel a rush of fear pummel through him. A tidal wave of emotions stole his mind, body stiffening and eyes widening when he felt his mane shift and lift.
His scar.
It was exposed.
Internally Clythus screamed, his mind freaking out. Yet externally the stallion closed his eyes and prepared for a note to be sent back to Altair. He wasn't sure if the unicorn had told the hippocampus about the scar. His legs shook a bit, feeling all of himself exposed.
Yet she dropped it without comment. Ears swiveled forward a bit, eyes lifting to look up at her. She had moved on? Swallowing hard the stallion let out a hard breath and smiled weakly. “I wouldn't doubt that mistress.”. He spoke softly, offering a compliment as he shook his head a bit to settle the silken strands back over his damaged face.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 22:59:05 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She noticed him stiffen as she lifted his hair to look at the mark that had been undisclosed during her purchase. It wasn’t a big deal to her, she rather enjoyed the look of scars, but from the look in his eyes and the way he’d stiffened, it appeared to be a big deal to him. Her laugh subsided and she gave him one more quick once over as he shook those silvery locks back into his face.
“You do not have to hide your scar from me, slave.” She said, very matter of factly, “I find scars very beautiful. Scars show us where we’ve been and what we’ve been through, they tell stories... and I am very fond of stories.” Nuala tried to reassure him, still she wouldn’t fault him for wanting to hide it, not everyone shared her love for the marks.
The hippocampus shifted, smiling as he agreed with her comment. “Working at the Pearl, you get good at such things, I suppose... Interesting that you’ve been dubbed as such though... I don’t know why, but Altair didn’t strike me as one to be so intimate with his slaves...” Still, she thought back on the way he’d hugged the silvery stallion as he left, yeah... okay... so maybe. “I’m going to assume you prefer... more masculine types?” She asked, trying to make light conversation and learn more about this new member of her household. “We can gossip about all the studs, whatcha think?”
The mare seemed to be amusing herself despite the soft spoken stallion, trying to make light of what could very well be an awkward situation. First meetings were always kind of stressful. “Well, come along, I’ll show you to your quarters... they’ll primarily be next to mine just in case I need you...” Nuala also meant for him to stay with her from time to time, but she’d get to that later, no reason to scare the lad right away.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 23:00:16 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Her words bounced around almost foreign in his head. She found that the large searing of skin and flesh over his body was… Beautiful? But it marred his perfect image. It made him ugly. All because he had done something he wasn’t even sure was right at the time. But he couldn’t let the other get hurt. Head dropped slowly, ears swirling to the side in a shameful and submissive move. His mind was a mess of contradictory thoughts, unsure what to feel or think anymore. Everything he had ever known had shown the scar was hideous.
“When you want, I will tell you this story Mistress.” He whispered, head shaking once more as he tried to lift his mood back up. His mane rippled down his body, sweeping gently along the floor before he finally lifted his head to her shoulder height. A blush settled over his cheeks when her voice once more hit the air. Altair had taught him in great detail about how to please a stallion behind closed doors. It hadn’t been awkward except for the first few times, but Clythus strove to please him and see him happy. So he took to the training easily.
Tail swished a bit, head turning to the side. “He and I… He was very soft.” The stallion spoke quietly. He didn’t want to give away any unnecessary info about Altair but he also wanted the mare to feel comfortable in the claim his master had made about him. “I prefer… Any stallions, Mistress.” Masculine wasn’t the only determining factor. As long as they acted masculine and were able to take control of the situation and lead him along, Clythus was more then happy to follow. He was not a leader, at least he did not feel he was. Most males accepted that the silver stallion was not as leading in the bedroom. He liked to be guided, instructed and eased into certain things. It was just easier on his mentality that way. Clythus did not like messing up, in any form.
“Gossip? Well it will be nice to talk to someone about the stallions around here.” Gentle laughter wafted through the air as the silver stallion turned and followed the mare through her home. Of course he knew his room would be close to hers, it only made sense. He needed to be close in case she needed something, anything, at any time of day. Head lifted, to help his mane not become stepped on by his hooves as he followed, though he quickly lowered it if she ever turned her head to gaze over him.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Nuala seemed like the perfect master for him right now, in order for him to grow and expand as a slave.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 23:00:54 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. Nuala’s good humor didn’t leave as she continued to lead the new slave through her home, but more specifically, through his room. The mare reached out with her telekinesis and allowed the doors to swing open with a ge7ntle push. The room, which was on the first floor, was one of two that he would have access to and could call his own. This particular room was adjacent to her drawing room, where she entertained the odd client or friend, the bedrooms were upstairs to allow for more privacy. As the doors swung open, the clean and comfortable room was made visible, cushions of all sorts dotted the floor and the same sheer curtains hugged the windows that looked out into the street. There was a door that had access to the adjoining room as well as one that could access the house’s kitchen.
“This room, Clythus, is yours to decorate as you see fit. It is connected to where I entertain guests and clients both as well as the kitchen. When I have guests or what have you, feel free to linger here, but don’t feel... particularly obligated to... depending on the client..” Nuala shrugged, gesturing as she spoke to the doors that lead to each specific place. After a moment, to let him look if he wished, she stepped back and started towards the stairs that would lead up to the bedrooms.
The stairs were simple; with sturdy banisters and soft carpet lining their center, and led up to a small loft that broke off into an assortment of decent sized rooms. Nuala headed straight towards the one that would become his and opened the doors with the same swinging motion as before. This room, unlike the other, did not have any other doors to any other rooms, but it did have a large set of glass doors that lead out onto a modest balcony. The balcony had a few neglected plants wilting in the heat of the sun, and looked out onto the streets. The room was not unlike the one below, but it held a large, comfortable bed and an assortment of books placed on shelves. There was a desk positioned in a far corner and more cushions on which to sit. A pile of blankets lay at the foot of the bed in a variety of bright, summery colors.
“This room is also yours, but this one is truly yours. You may do with it as you please, as you can see I’ve taken the liberty of decorating it to my tastes, but I will a lot you a modest budget to refurnish it if you wish.” Nuala said, turning to look at the handsome, young slave. She wondered for a moment if she was being too nice? It seemed like one would want to be kind to those who serve you, so long as they remembered their place, and Clythus seemed to know his place very well.
“There is a bell, there on the wall, that is connected to my room in case I need you... But I digress. I do not mind if you bring people into my home, your friends or lovers or... whatever else, but know that you are responsible for their actions and I will hold you accountable.”
The rest of the tour was fairly uneventful, her home was nice, roomy, and well kept, and she reminded him she intended to keep it that way with his help.
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Post by Disastercorn on Jun 1, 2017 23:01:29 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the tour started Clythus followed quietly. His mane dragged along the ground and barely grabbed any sort and dust. Nualas home was remarkably clean. He would make sure to keep it like that. Hooves paused as the first door was pulled open, the stallions dual colored eyes going wide.
This was a room just for him?! He stepped in slowly, head lowered before he walked passed her and paced the room. He had never been given a room that wasn't his normal bedroom. The male was clearly gracious and happy. His tail was raised and his mind was already turning with ideas.
Though when his mistress gestured towards the other set of doors he blushed. “Of course mistress. I would be more then happy to help when I can.” If he could make her clients even more happy it meant she would be happy.
As they left that room behind the stallion followed up the stairs, seeing the modestly furnished bedroom and gently nuzzled her shoulder. “Thank you mistress. I-... I am so happy to be your slave.”. His form shivered once as he stepped into the room and looked around. It was his… he already had a few ideas on which furniture he would want to update. But… he would wait a few days. When she stepped away from his room the stallion quickly followed. The tour ended and the male stood with her in the l area where Altair had said his goodbyes. “Thank you again mistress. I will do my best to serve you.”. He bowed low, forehead pressed against the ground.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 1, 2017 23:02:45 GMT -6
N U A L A♥Aodh Courtesan♥ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. He really was going to be a great fit. While she had braced herself for a slave that wasn’t all they were cracked up to be, Clythus had very quickly dismissed those concerns from her mind. He was well behaved and polite, did as he was told, spoke when spoken too... he really was the total package. It was a shame that his former master had dismissed him so casually, not to say there wasn’t some genuine pain there when they were separated, but still. Nuala’s gut twisted at the thought of having to dismiss one of her own, she would hate to have to sell one of her own for she would no doubt worry about their treatment to no end. She shook her head, pulled away from her thoughts as she felt him nuzzle against her shoulder. The soft flesh of her slug cape scrunched with the motion and she lightly scrunched her face in response, being somewhat particular about the state of her cape and all. Still, the motion was welcomed and she even offered the new slave a soft smile in response. “I am happy to have you as mine. I’ve been lucky, you know, to surround myself with beautiful company and you’re no exception to that.” She remarked.
As the two came to settle quietly in the drawing room where they had begun, Nuala sought out one of the large, exceptionally plush cushions that were a common sight in her home and made herself comfortable. While nestled into the soft seat, she used her telekinesis to pull a light sheet up and over her figure before gesturing for him to come join her at her hooves so that they could rest more or less face to face. She figured that perhaps it was time that the two of them had a little chat and got to know one another a little better. After all, they would be spending quite a bit of time together from now on; it only made sense that that two of them find out the little things about each other.
“Clythus, come here and sit with me a while. I’ve learned some things about you from your former master, but I would like to hear your story from you.” Nuala requested, though there was no denying the command in her tone. She always had a way of making even commands sound nice and sweet, part of that grand charade she put on as part of her job. “I would also like to tell you a little about me, so that you aren’t surprised when you... well... so that you aren’t disgusted with your mistress.”
The mare would lean back as Clythus made his way across the room, those softly veiled eyes following his every step as he would close that distance and obediently take up a seat at her hooves. For a moment, she didn’t say a word and she was thankful that he didn’t either. Her telekinesis would reach out for those silvery locks of his, the ones that swept across the floor and made her truly envious since she was unable to grown either mane or tail. She lightly played with those shining slivers of silver, sliding them around through that glow of her teke as she gazed upon them enviously. Her gaze shifted and fell upon that jagged scar that ran across his face, she was almost certain that it had been the reason he had been offered for sale in the first place, but that was a conversation for another time. She couldn’t believe such a thing to be true, how such a dutiful and well trained animal could be passed off because he showed a little damage. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. If the world ran on that philosophy, well they might as well all be gone from it. Nuala snorted, aggravated by her own thoughts, and dismissed the idea immediately. Clythus would have a home with her until one of them met their end and not a second sooner... unless he truly wished to be with someone else, she begrudgingly admitted.
It was then that Nuala realized she had been staring for far too long. Her teke faded away abruptly, the locks of silver fall back to pile on the floor beside their owner, and despite her best efforts a flush of red seared across her face before she could stifle it. Clearing her throat, she shifted her position and extended one hoof towards him. “I am fairly busy, Clythus, I do hope you realize that. I tend to take my clients mostly at the Pearl, but there are a select few that I have been known to bring home. I try not to bring any brutes into my home, but on the odd chance that one ends up here or you come across them, I want you to let me know if they mistreat you. You belong to me and I will not have anyone mishandling you, do you understand?” Nuala figured this warning went without saying, but she had been startled by how silent slaves could be about the wrongs done to them. Still, she supposed, it was in their nature to take what was given... Nuala would rattle off a few other things, details about what she did, how she came to where she was, and a few things about her family life and her expectations. All the usual, rattling, nonsense that one would expect when dealing with their employer for the first time would come rambling out of Nuala’s mouth before, after some time, she would go quiet again.
Those fleshy numbs of ears flicked and perked as she remembered something she had planned to give him. She pushed up a little from the cushion, but didn’t leave it entirely, leaning almost across him as she strained to reach something sitting on a nearby shelf without getting up. Nuala stretched and stretch, pressing some of her weight into him as she reached, at last managing to capture the elusive item with her teke. The mare sat back with a sigh as the little bag floated over to them both to be placed gently at his hooves. “Here, this is your allowance for this month, it should be enough to keep you entertained, but spend it wisely.” She warned, not that she was overly concerned with where or how he spent it. “Whatever you don’t spend is obviously yours to save...”
Nuala seemed satisfied with the whole day, it had gone well, she’d purchased a good slave who seemed like he would do very well in her household, and the weather was perfect for an afternoon nap. “Clythus, open the windows for me, I think I will indulge in a short afternoon nap and I’d love to feel the breeze...” She yawned, resting her head on one of the nearby cushions. “Once you’ve done that, feel free to wander... Just be back in time for bed...”
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