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Post by gone-astrayy on Jun 24, 2017 16:58:06 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
When Evalynn couldn’t tell if her coat was shining more than her creations in the forge, she knew it was time to take a break. The heat of the summer day paired with the flames of her forge made for a very warmth ensconced room, even with her windows wide open. Sweat seemed to pour from her, slicking her coat against her body uncomfortably. Giving in to the heat of the day, the blacksmith extinguished her flames and set the dagger she was working on down onto her anvil. The mare gave the dagger a critical look, and nodded to herself as she thought over what still needed to be done for the small blade.
“Okay, Cat, what do you say? Wanna get out of here?” Evalynn looked over at Cat, the creature in question stretched out on his back looking comfortable. “You’re lucky, ya know? You have no fur to deal with during the heat.” she nickered at Cat as he lazily rolled over and padded over to Evalynn, protesting at her sweat covered body with a yowl as he leapt onto her back. “I know, I know. I’m gonna stop by the beach and take a dip I think, than we can meander home. Maybe it’ll be cooler by the time we’re done.”
With a tired flourish, Evalynn closed up her forge, and the pair made their way down the busy streets, her herd members trying to keep to the shade while still going about their business. Evalynn didn’t bother with the shade, rather, she trotted straight through the middle of the street with little resistance. She had a fairly good heat tolerance just from working in her forge, let alone being Fire blessed.
Soon enough, the pair made it to the sandy edge of the beach, and slowly made their way down to the waters’ edge. Cat leapt off Evalynn’s back and found himself a shady spot by a large boulder, and batted at the retreating water, before waddling into the water, letting it hit his slightly fat stomach and plopping down on his haunches. Evalynn, watching her familiar, only shook her head in amusement before wading out into the gently lapping waves, feeling the current soothing her heated body, and cleansing her as she made her way further out. Gazing around, Evalynn quickly dunked her whole body under, relishing the cool waves seeping into her short mane. Feeling significantly better now, Evalynn made her way back out of the water, pausing on the beach to shake herself, most of the water flying from her in a spray. Calling to cat, she watched him almost regretfully leave the water, his furless body retaining no water as he padded to her and leapt back up onto her back with sandy paws.
“What do you say we take a different route back home, i don’t feel like being cooped up in the stifling house, do you?” she twisted back to look at Cat, who only yowled once again, in what Evalynn assumed was agreeance. With a nod to herself, Evalynn meandered slowly back into the busy streets leading to the Gilded Bridge. As she made her way around the bridge, Evalynn looked around half heartedly, not really intending on buying anything, but if she found something that caught her attention she wouldn’t mind stopping to take a peek.
It seemed that something would indeed catch her eyes, though it was no trinket by any means. One of the Slave Traders, it seemed, was having a sale on the Bridge today. Standing patiently, the Slave Trader spoke with ease to those whose interest was peaked by the batch of slaves. Though she hadn’t had a slave since Ghost, she figured she might as well take a look, after all, it wasn’t like she was going to buy one, after all. A smirk played on her lips as she remembered how she acquired Ghost all those years ago, as an accident. Making her way to the stalls, one of the slaves caught her eye in particular. His coat was mottled in golden hues, and his horn was also a wonderful golden tone. Nibbling on her lip, Evalynn tried to tell herself she wasn’t in the market to purchase a slave, and yet, as she looked at the stallion, the Slave Trader freed himself and made his way over to talk to her, listing off the slaves "fine qualities".
Asalah would kill me, I better not- “I’ll take him.” The words were out of her mouth before she could talk herself out of it. The stallion looked healthy, and as happy as one could be in his situation. She’d rather take him and not let him get taken by someone who would break his spirit. After all, she had been talking about buying a slave to help her in the forge, and when she went out to hunt for supplies. Maybe this would be good for both of them.
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Post by Gaybies on Jun 25, 2017 20:39:23 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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The day seemed to be dragging on and on and on. For hours he had been standing there, tied to a small post on the Gilded Bridge, but he had finally been granted a slight reprieve and allowed into one of the stalls. He had been in his master’s possession for far too long it seemed and the Trader had reached a point of desperation in getting him sold. Though Asim was worth every last shard, the market just wasn’t there for what he’d been trained to do and so the slave had languished, unused, in his temporary master’s care. The golden stallion stood tall and proud despite his rank in life, a devil may care smirk upon his face. He was very much aware of the eyes that lingered on the golden patchwork of his coat, the hungry looks from those who passed and wished to have him and yet were unable to pay his fee.
The golden boy’s eyes lingered on those who were gathered, some looking at him, others looking at his fellow slaves. He was careful to keep his gaze respectfully lowered, lest he bring about some noble or commoner’s wrath upon his current master. His current master was a good stallion, a pleasant trader with a polite personality. He wasn’t too rough with Asim and had taught him many things while he had been in the stallion’s home. He supposed he should be grateful for that.
The trader’s voice was a near constant sound and as such Asim didn’t pay too much attention as he drew near and began to list off his many ‘fine’ qualities. That was a common sort of occurrence, for his talents to be listed, and he had yet to be bought, so as a mare’s voice range out over the dull with those words... he was somewhat shocked. Asim lifted his head abruptly and turned to face the source of the noise.
His expression shifted, his grin lost as he shamelessly looked her over. His master opened the stall and he felt the familiar tug of the stallion’s telekinesis on his ordinary leather bridle. Was she serious? Was he? She was a hand or so larger than him and most certainly thicker in build, not that he minded, and she was covered in... something? Soot maybe? He wasn’t sure. A sudden sense of dread hit him hard, what did she do that she would be stained in such a way? And what could she possible need him for? The trader had detailed out his qualities, his specific training, something about it didn’t seem to fit. The golden stallion swallowed, but stepped forward out of the stall to stand before the mare who had agreed to take him. He kept his head respectfully lowered and knelt before her. “Hello, Mistress... I hope I can be of service to you and yours...” It was a practiced saying, something he almost defaulted to, for he was certainly at a loss. At least she seemed like she was nice enough... hopefully? Asim would remain kneeling before her until instructed otherwise. ... ... Word Count:516 Post 1 |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jun 26, 2017 0:50:41 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
With a relieved look, the Slave Trader seemed to rush to get the stallion ready, as if glad to be rid of the slave. Her blue eyes swept back to the golden slave, watching as his happy look faded slightly, and Evalynn's ears flicked back for half a second, trying not to second guess herself again. Bolstering herself back up, she exchanged the money necessary, and than shooed the Slave Trader off as he looked at other horses eyeing his other slaves. Turning back to look at the stallion to introduce herself, she started slightly as he suddenly lowered himself before her in a bow. Well, that certainly was different. Ghost could barely be bothered to acknowledge her existence past the occasional glare when they first met. It had been quite awhile since then, and so much had changed from their first meeting to their last.
The slaves' words brought her out of her memory, and she merely blinked at him before letting out a soft laugh. "Well stand up sweetcheeks, no doubt that position is uncomfortable. My name is Evalynn. This grumpy shit on my back is Cat." Cat flicked his tail without a care and let out a low, lazy 'mreow' as he looked at the slave with no interest.
"I'm sure you'd rather not stay here for the rest of the day in this heat, so we can walk and talk on the way back to my place." The blacksmith nodded her head, indicating he follow her, and set off down the street at a leisurely walk. Evalynn was hoping he would follow her with no fuss, and that she wouldn't have to yank him through the crowd. This walk would also set the mood of their relationship she hoped, and she'd like to have a good rapport with the slave.
"So, do you have a name? I should endeavor to not just call you 'Slave'. That's far too impersonal, and honestly just plain rude. Also, no need to call me 'Mistress', Evalynn or Ev will do just fine." She turned to look at the stallion with a friendly smile. "I guess I should tell you about myself, and my family and our home, yes? Yes. Hmm, I just told you my name, no need to reiterate that... I am a blacksmith, which would be why I am pretty permanently soot stained. I live with my two sisters, and my daughter stays with me half the time, and with her father the rest of the time. My sister, Asalah, has a slave as well, he's pretty calm, I don't expect there should be any issue with you two." Evalynn paused for a second, realizing she was spewing a lot of information at him. Giving him a few moments to collect his thoughts, and just enjoy the walk, Evalynn paced herself beside him and looked around. They were nearing the exit off of the Gilded Bridge, and the mare guided her new slave off of the bridge. Off the main street now, it was a fair bit calmer, less horses hustling around stalls and shops.
"I'm quite glad it's cooling down, that dry heat still gets to me sometimes." Evalynn mused half to herself, half to Asim. Flashing him a smile, she looked at him and nibbled on her lip. "I think I or my sister will be making you a new bridle, if you don't mind. That one is quite... plain. I guess it wouldn't be... cost effective to have all his slaves in fancy bridles, but really, that doesn't even look comfortable." She snorted in derision. Her eyes shifted back to the road, and she flicked her cropped tail lazily. "So, do you have any questions for me? Feel free to ask me anything."
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 17, 2017 22:01:53 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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The stallion seemed a little bit confused by her words, by the way she presented herself, but who was he to judge? Well, he was Asim, and he judged hard. Still, as she had instructed he would get back to his hooves, pushing himself up from the ground so that he stood before her once more. His eyes shifted from her to the creature that was perched on her back and the very obvious look of surprised... disgust slithered onto his features before he could help it. Cat? That thing was a cat? He shook his head... if she said so.
Caught somewhat off guard by her hasty movement back towards home, he scrambled briefly until he was able to catch up with her. Asim would take up a place at her side, trailing slightly behind her so that he was more in line with her shoulder. He didn’t want to overstep his bounds yet and walk ahead... some horses hated that. Well trained, Asim wasn’t one that needed to be dragged through the markets, he had appearances to upkeep and being dragged by a mare... well, that would be ridiculous.
His ears flicked as she spoke. He didn’t mind being called slave, it was a common enough name, but she seemed interested in what his was so he would indulge her. “My name is Asim.” He replied, unsure of what to make of being instructed to call her in such an informal fashion. Evalynn... well... if she insisted he supposed he could comply. His heart sank when he was informed of her job, a blacksmith...? That explained the soot... What use did a blacksmith have for a slave such as himself? Surely, she knew what she had gotten into and hadn’t purchased him expecting him to be some sort of... pack animal. Asim shuddered. His mind was so absorbed with her mention of being a blacksmith that he all but missed the information on her sisters and their slave or slaves and daughter and... yeah, it was a lot of information. He was sure he’d learn it all eventually, if he could remember to listen when she spoke and not get hung up on the little things.
Still, it really struck him as odd that she would purchase a pleasure slave, such as himself, but again... who was he to judge? Asim shifted and followed her as she guided him off the Gilded Bridge and into the quiet streets, thankful for the space at long last. The heat of the markets wasn’t exactly the most pleasant experience day in and day out. He would smile some at the offer, he had never really liked his bridle, it just didn’t do him justice as far as he was concerned. “I would like that very much... My master never really saw the value in adorning his slaves in anything more than... well, this. It isn’t very comfortable and I never really thought it did me justice...” He replied, the vanity plain. For a moment he thought, but he couldn’t rightly think of anything in particular... well, aside from what she need from him. “I don’t really have any questions... not right now... Well, I guess I should know the rules of your household...” Yeah, that would be a good idea...
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 17, 2017 23:36:21 GMT -6
 As he gave her his name, she nodded intently, making sure she'd remember it. Asim. Thankfully for both of them, he didn't seem to be too stubborn or unwieldy. Definitely much different than Ghost, as it were. The blacksmith turned her gaze to look back at the stallion, noticing he kept himself at her shoulder, and no further ahead or behind. He definitely seemed to be well trained, not that Evalynn really minded either way. As long as he wasn't violent or overly rude, he could just be himself. Though depending on how thoroughly he was trained, that could just very well be his own actions. With a half hearted shrug, Evalynn turned to look back at the road, listening as he seemed to enjoy the idea of a new bridle. It would definitely have to compliment his golden hued body. The sound of his opinions on his current bridle made her believe that he was not terribly fond of plain bridles, and made a note to herself to jazz up his bridle appropriately.
Silence enveloped the pair for a few moments before he spoke again, and her ears flicked back to take his words in. The mare smiled and nodded. Right down to business it seemed. Though she did suppose he'd want to know what to avoid to not step on her hooves. Twisting her neck, she turned to look at him again with a smile.
"I don't really have a lot of rules, so don't fret. The main one is: if you intentionally hurt any of my family members, we will have problems. I don't believe in physical punishment, and I don't believe in abuse of any kind, but there will be ramifications to violent behavior. You will do your best to not speak raunchy in front of my daughter. While she is with her father, or not around, I could care less, as I am probably the worst offender in the house, but I will not introduce her to things she ought not know at such a young age. There honestly isn't much work that needs done around the house, as my sister is too much of a neat freak to let anything get dirty, and I tend the gardens myself, it's my own non work hobby. Pretty much, you'll just be my companion. You'll have free range at my house, I would say avoid going into my sister's rooms unless they ask you in for some reason, but other than that, you're welcome into my room at anytime, you'll have your own room. My sister keeps the kitchen well stocked, and you're free to anything you want."
As she spoke, she slowed her pace, eventually stopping as she rambled off her few rules. Angling her body to fully face him, she gave him a full once over, taking his stature in fully now that he was out of the stall, and they had more room to breath than the bridge. The stallion looked healthy enough, so at the very least he was taken care of whilst waiting for a new owner. "Oh! And before I forget, as you can see, I have Cat. My sister's have familiar's as well, one a magpie, and the other, a snake, for reason's I shall never understand, since she says she hates him. I expect I'll be soon in posession of a pygmy dragon here soon, though I'm waiting for him to recover from his injuries. If you should ever decide you want a familiar, you're welcome to one so long as you take care of them. My sister would skin you alive if she found out an animal was being mistreated." her eyes were sparkling slightly. "I think that's it for the moment on rules. Anything else you have questions about, just ask away." Post #3 | Word count: 635  |
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Post by Gaybies on Jul 21, 2017 9:58:39 GMT -6
A S I M
Aodh Servile Slave
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Asim was glad for her explanation that much was sure. While he had a reckless streak to be sure, he did like to at least try to stay out of the way of his Master or Mistress. He certainly didn’t want to step on any hooves, lest he be punished. His ears flicked forward as she turned to speak to him and he listened with an appropriate amount of interest as she explained. No physical punishment, violent behavior not allowed, watch your tongue around the little ones. All of that seemed easy and good enough; he wasn’t prone to foul language anyway, so there was no real problem there. There wasn’t much work to be done around the house, which he was okay with it since he was trained for the finer things and not for harder chores... not was he wasn’t capable... but... he didn’t much care for getting dirty. He nodded as she reaffirmed what he already knew; he was to be her companion, her company, trained to take care of all her whims and desires. Perfect.
Asim would nod as she explained the rest of her rules and follow along as they went. He hadn’t really thought about getting a familiar, it hadn’t been an option before, but it was an exciting opportunity now that he had that chance. He caught her looking him over, something he was used to, and stood a little taller, standing in such a way that all the best of what was Asim could be plainly seen.
“Alright... I can’t really think of anything at the moment, but I’m sure something will come up in a few days.” He replied quietly. He was still quite reserved, his more dominant, bold personality subdued for the time being... after all, she could still take him back if he wasn’t careful. So, for his sake, he was on his best behavior.
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