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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 15:11:44 GMT -6
Market Streets
Bolthor | Asim
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Asim and Bolthor find themselves back at the market.. again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 15:20:59 GMT -6
 1 | 313The large male stood tall, his jaw aimlessly working on the bit in his mouth. Once again, he found himself on the market. Once again, equine passed him by without interest due to his reputation. Once again, he found himself bored. However bored he may be, though, he pretended to be patient. A hoof sat cocked, his rump slumped. His dark brown eyes scanned all who passed, locking onto those who dared to give the large ex-fighter a glance. It wasnt long before his seller decided to wander off, leaving the palomino alone.. and to his own devices.
Quickly, Bolthor dipped his head down and examined the rope that had been tied from his bridle to a large wooden post. With a soft grumble to himself, he snatched the end of the rope in his teeth and gave it a quick pull, dropping it as it loosened and fell to his hooves. His gaze followed the rope, pausing at the shackles that had been sloppily tightened around his front hooves with clean white leather.
He picked his head up and glanced around, taking note of his master making his way to the other end of the market. With a shrug, the large stallion pressed his front hooves together and.. hopped. At first, it was a small, unsteady hop, but soon he was able to make large leaps in order to cover ground more quickly. He did his best to dodge those around the otherwise quiet market as he went. He wasnt.. running away, he was just trying to find something better to do. He knew better than to try anything to get him into trouble; but a little slap on the wrist didnt scare him.
As he went, his hoof suddenly caught an uneven cobblestone brick. Unable to catch himself, the large draft went tumbling, not before crashing into a blur of another citizen. |
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 5, 2017 21:59:16 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. It had been an average day, an average day back in the markets. Asim stood tall despite the bridle and rope that attached him to a small post. He hadn’t really been bothered by the rope, though he was honestly a little confused by his master’s choice in using it. He had never been known to run, never been one to disobey, so the use of such restraint seemed odd, especially if his master was trying to sell him as that well trained slave he was. Wouldn’t it be better sales practice to display him loose and obedient? Eh, but what did he know.
He stood tall, elegantly parked out to better display his fine features, his chimeric coat and long mane quite the odd attraction. And yet, there he was, for sale again. He seemed to be every horse’s passing fancy, the flavor of the day, but not the next. Though, if he was truthful, he didn’t mind it much, except for all the standing in the market. His master returned and loosed the rope, instructing him to venture out into the crowd in hopes of attracting someone to him or, at the least, fetch his master something to munch on. Dutifully, he obliged and strolled out into the thinning crowd as the market grew quiet.
CRACK. Asim grunted heavily as he was suddenly thrown to the ground, his slim figure striking the cobblestones as someone tumbled roughly into him and send the two of them both crashing down. A loud groan escaped his lungs as he caught his breath from the impact, eyes squinting against the sudden dizziness the impact had imparted.
“Wow, buy a guy a drink first, will ya?” Asim rumbled out as he turned his gaze to the very large beastie who had fallen upon him. He shifted his legs and twitched that long whip of a tail as he waited patiently for the figure to remove themselves from his figure.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 15:30:45 GMT -6
2 | 235The large gelding hit the ground hard, though the blow had been softened by the lithe body of the other. He picked his head up and shook it, his long forelock bouncing before his eyes as he tried to regain his bearings. He tried to stand, though with his hooves tied together as they were, it proved to be a rather difficult task. His ears flattened as the other spoke, his eyes narrowing as he did not appreciate the joke. "Oh shut up." He grumbled, his voice deep and rattling off his tongue. He was obviously not in the mood for teasing.. as if he ever was in the first place.
He pushed himself away from the stranger, rolling onto his knees and standing with his back hooves. With one giant leap, he pulled his front hooves back to underneath himself, stumbling only once to regain his balance. With a puff, he looked down at the hobbles, still stubbornly fastened around his white ankles.
"If you really want to be helpful, maybe you can help me with these damn restraints." He then added, picking up his sharp brown gaze and staring at the fellow on the ground. He took note of his chimeric coat and long, jagged horn. He seemed familiar in Bolthor's eyes, though the slave couldnt quite put his hoof on it. Perhaps they had been in the same market before? Whatever, it didnt matter. |
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 17, 2017 22:19:03 GMT -6
A S I M⚔Aodh Servile Slave⚔ Yield to Temptation, He May Not Pass Your Way Again. The slim stallion grunted as the other rolled away from him and the air returned to his lungs. Could that guy have been any heavier? Asim was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been, by god, his body hurt now from the impact of the behemoth and the ground and the squishing and... ugh. He didn’t appreciate the attitude, either. “Hey, you’re the fatass that slammed into me...” He grumbled in response as he too would work his way up from the ground.
As he stood and looked over the grumpy yellow ball of obnoxious, his gaze would drift here and there and finally land on the restraints that held the brute’s legs. The guy seemed familiar, probably one of the many other slaves who lingered in the markets... but that didn’t explain what he was doing hopping out here by himself. “Oh... I don’t know... I think you look much better with them on.” He smirked as he shifted his own unchained legs to rub some salt in the wound. The stallion’s long, ultafluffy tail whipped and whirled around him at his own ‘joke’ as he found it quite amusing to be sure. He was ‘free’ the other was hobbled... hilarious.
“What’ll you give me if I do take them?” The stallion asked at last, cocking his head to the side curiously. Asim was never one to pass up on the opportunity to have someone owe him something... he was kinda bad like that.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 21:37:23 GMT -6
3 | 229The gelding's ears slammed back at the insult that spewed from the other's mouth. His teeth gritted together as he tried to keep himself from tearing him a new one; but he knew that wouldnt do him any good. He was shackled. He could be easily outrun. Working his jaw, he took in a deep breath as he watched the unicorn find his hooves, his short tail swishing behind him with irritation. He seemed taller now that he was standing - not that much shorter than Bolthor himself. The male's eyes narrowed as the other examined him, his muzzle twitching at his words and the way he moved his hooves.
Just my luck. He growled to himself. Of course, he had to run into the one slave in this market that wasnt scared of him. Previous times, all he had to do was give them a growl and they were scrambling to help him out.
His brow quirked as the stallion before him asked what he would do if he helped. What would he do? The slave's ears laid back in disgust; was he trying to blackmail him?
"Anything you fuckin want." He finally spat, shuffling his hooves forward before turning his brown gaze to stare daggers at the other. Unfortunately, his need to get away overcame the fact that this stallion was playing him like a fiddle. |
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 31, 2017 20:58:36 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Little did the grumpy pitfighter know, but Asim might’ve enjoyed being torn a new one. Luckily, neither of them could read minds. He stood back and simply watched as the other apparently wrestled with his emotions, noting the changes in his expression as he silently tried to decide what to do.
His ears perked forward and he looked... particularly interested in the other slave’s response. “Anything?” He asked, wanting to make sure he had indeed heard correctly. Asim wasn’t stupid, he knew very well that the stallion---gelding before him could be and probably was just saying whatever so that Asim would let him go. Still, it caught his interest. Anything, indeed.
“Hmmm...” He mused, leaning forward to look at the hobbles that kept the beastie from moving quickly, easy enough to remove, especially since his master didn’t really seem to want his teke limited that much like some others had in the past. His bridle was mostly for show, and it was indeed quite fancy for a slave’s bridle. “Maybe you can entertain me for a while? Keep me company and all that..” He suggested even as he released the binds that held the slave.
Asim stepped back some, allowing some room just in case the grumpy butt decided against the suggestion and decided to beat him instead. He really hoped not, his face was his best asset for sales and having it damaged.. .ugh... not good.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2017 15:06:14 GMT -6
4 | 330"Anything?" The stallion asked, causing Bolthor to narrow his eyes and give him a good glare. Was he joking, or did he not hear him? He wasnt going to fucking repeat himself, that was for sure. He racked his teeth against the metal bit in his mouth to keep himself calm as the unicorn before him seemed to draw out his response, humming to himself and leaning forward once again to examine the white leather bound around thick legs. The fighter's patience was quickly running thin.
His ears flicked forward as the other swiftly pulled the binds from his legs, the leather falling to the ground by his pale hooves. His head tipped to the side at the other slave's odd inquiry. Bolthor hardly thought himself as a friendly, and after how harshly he had spoken to the stallion, he was surprised to hear he wanted to spend time with him.. whatever that entailed.
Frowning, the palomino stepped back, but only to stretch his legs. Those damn hobbles certainly had a way of keeping one's gait restricted. He glanced over his shoulder at where he had come from, the rope that had once had him tied to a splintered post swung softly in the breeze.
Well, anything beat being back there, even if it meant hanging out with an idiot.
Turning back to the chimera, the beast gave a nod of his head before taking a step forward, making it a point to snarl with pointed teeth as he spoke. "No funny business." He growled, locking eye contact as a warning for only a moment before brushing past the other, their coats only a mere inch from touching.
Flicking his stub of a tail, Bolthor gave the market a once over. He didnt see his master, nor the slave traders that were helping sell him, so the coast was clear.
"Where to?" He mumbled, dropping his head as he glanced back at the other slave with his ears flicked back. |
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