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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 21:37:40 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The sun rose high above the Gilded Bridge where the city was bustling with activity. Merchants thrust their goods forward, trying to catch the eyes of those that passed in hopes of earning a sale. Slave traders called out above the noise, boasting about their slaves appealing qualities, be them strong, hard working or beautiful and flashing a sideways grin at any that glanced at their wares. Among the bustle a slender unicorn stallion slipped gracefully between bodies and slowly maneuvered himself down the bridge towards the slave traders, he had been working extra hard at the Pearl lately and made an effort to save up enough gold to buy himself a handsome slave he could tote around. Glancing at the ‘wares’ the traders were boasting about his eyes drew up and down each horse, making sure to overlook the mares and trail his gaze over the stallions before him greedily. Each had their selling points to be sure, some were completely broken of spirit, their heads hanging low to the stone beneath their hooves while some held their heads high over broad shoulders and the trader at their sides boasted about their hard working nature and hardy bodies. Eostre’s bottom lip slid beneath his teeth in a sensual bite as his crystal blue eyes fell over the strong stallions, he’d always had a soft spot for a draft build and was imagining each body pinning him down and doing as they pleased with him. His slender body shivered with joy, in comparison he was tiny only 14.2 at the shoulders he stood smaller than most and one could break his legs like a twig or push their weight around Eos if they tried. Eostre had to shake his curved head, that wasn’t why he was here, sure the slave would have to be beautiful if they were going to go home with the unicorn but he wouldn’t allow his slave to treat him like he was the slave. Their would be rules, strict lines that couldn’t be crossed...unless time changed his mind. Eyes trailing away from the ‘hard working’ slaves he glanced further down the line and spotted a cream draft in red tack. Unlike the other slaves he had seen this one was a unicorn like himself, the two horns he had once possessed were now ground down to resemble a pair of beautiful green gems pressed into his skin and his hooves shone with the same brilliant color. He couldn’t take his eyes off the stallion...
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 21:39:16 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The large mammoth of a creature stood quietly in the cross ties. A yawn was pushed from his lips, eyes barely open. The slave trader had woken him much too early and had stomped about yelling and cursing that he was too slow a mover. That this was why he would never sell. And Lamis was ok with that. He liked being in this weird limbo of no official owner. He could do as he pleased or he was told to stand here all day and do nothing. Which he also liked. Doing nothing was better than labour. While he was big in size, he hated the act of being used as nothing more than horsepower. He hated how it made his muscles feel after, he hated being sweaty and he hated the fact that once he was done he wasn’t even offered a bath.
So it was better to just be told to stand around all day then be anything else. Another yawn forced his mouth apart, eyes closing as the sun bled over his soft colored hide, warming him and lulling him off to sleep. A nice life he lived. Yet a sudden bite to his shoulder roused the stallion with a jump and a start. Nostrils flared and Lamis did his best to calm himself as he took care to level his breathing. A quiet glance was given to the slave trader, confused at why he would wake him so suddenly. Not even the alerting sound of hoofbeats on pavement did it for the boy. He merely stared offended at the trader before attempting to go back to sleep.
Word Count: 272 || Post #1 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 21:45:13 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
Eyes falling greedily over the mammoth sized stallions standing lazily at his post Eostre’s body held itself still for the first time in ages, the small stallion was always moving, be it swaying softly to music or gracefully weaving through a crowd he rarely stood still for fear of the eyes that trailed after him growing bored and drifting away but at this moment he didn’t care. The high morning sun made the stallions soft coat shine and his ‘horns’ glitter revealing soft touches of pink within the deep seas of green. The trader, presumably noticing Eos’ eyes fall upon the slave, took a small nip at the high strong shoulders causing a quick spark of rage pass over the slave which he quickly smothered with deep breaths. Eos’ heart leapt when he saw that spark, revealing a fire hiding just beneath the mammoths soft coat, a fire which Eostre found not only appealing but promising. He was the one. Thin legs leaped into action and jerked the body attached to them into motion, gracefully Eostre pushed his way closer to the trader and the slave that had caught his eye. Crystal blue eyes trailed over the stallion multiple times as he neared the mammoth, his coat was soft in color and just beneath it were strong muscles that rippled with each movement revealing the strength he possessed but dared not use to its full extent. “Excuse me sir!” Eos called out as he neared the trader that stood watch over his slave to be, “How much for that one?” His sweet voice rang out softly, almost a purr as his elegantly curved head jerked toward the mammoth, the shining metal of his lilac gilded bridle clattering quietly, crystal eyes glanced quickly away from the trader and stared longingly at the mammoth, his long unicorn tail swayed behind him with joy. “And, good sir, what might his name be?”
Word Count: 319
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 21:46:21 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The trader blinked and stared with wide joyous eyes as the stallion approached. His own grizzled features spread into a fake smile as he bowed to the male. “Hello my lord!”. He jested, playing the part of a trader who mistook the stallion for someone of higher rank to appease him.
“Oh this lovely chiseled piece of Marble beside me? Why don't you take a look over him first and then we can talk business.”. He gestured with his head for eostre to step behind the lines, allowing him perfect sight of the male up for sale. This way if the stallion really was interested he would be more inclined to pay more. Lamis had no physical faults.
As the trader spoke, the mammoth stallion lifted his massive head slowly and gave them both a questionable look. Someone was really interested in him? Really?
He’d been on the block for so long he forgot what it was like to have attention. His braided tail flicked once and hips rocked from one side to the other, adjusting his resting foot.
“His name is Lamis but as a potential owner, anything can be changed.”. He smiled, clipping the rope back in place as eostre walked in.
Large gentle lazy eyes took in the small bouncy male almost with dread. He did not want to leave his boring do nothing life yet. Though… with the jewelry on his face and the way he carried himself maybe, just maybe, his life would be even more luxurious than this!
Word Count: 254 || Post #2 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 21:50:50 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
As the Trader turned to give Eos a large, obviously fake, smile and bow the smaller stallion giggled softly as he did a small head bow back. “Why thank you sir, I’d love to look over him closer~” Being one in the ‘service industry’ Eostre knew how to flatter the customer and because of this also knew when others were trying to flatter him in return. The grizzled trader almost hit the niche of Eostre’s soft spot with stallions with his hardened, sharp features and flattery but he didn’t hold the same beef on his shoulders that the mammoth, newly dubbed Lamis, possessed which made his knees shake in anticipation. Stepping with a grace that flowed almost effortlessly behind the lines that kept the general public from getting too close to the slaves a smile crept across Eostre’s soft lips and he had to hold back a bite of pleasure. Lamis’ body really looked like an artist had chiseled him out of marble, sure he could use a bit of toning in some places but that was to be expected of a slave tied to a post all day, every day awaiting sale.
Eostre took little time getting closer to Lamis and did a small circle around him, inspecting his body closer for any flaws and surprisingly found none. Curved ears flicked about in confusion, he rarely saw a slave, be it labor, pit fighter or servile, that didn’t possess a single scar. “Lamis...” His soft voice curved around each syllable in a loving purr before he sighed almost happily, “I like the name actually.” Turning his curved face back towards the trader with another jingle of metal he smiled coyly up at the grizzled stallion before moving closer to him, making sure to rub his side against his almost suggestively and spinning around him to take place at his other side. Batting his crystal blue eyes slowly up at the trader he took a moment to blatantly look him over and bite his bottom lip suggestively. “Where might this Lamis originate from? He is in perfect condition really, such a strong body and beautiful coat...It almost makes me jealous!” Eostre’s voice was a seductive purr as he spoke about the slave and not the stallion at his side, hopefully toying with his emotions some by obviously flattering the slave while looking over the trader with seductive, longing eyes. Manipulation was one of Eos’ favorite pastimes and he loved to use his body and voice to get what he wanted either for free or at a discounted price in exchange for...favors of the night.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 21:53:07 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The trader watched nearly humming as the elegant stallion moved around his slab of meat for sale. Lamis had had flaws when he first got him, but with the help of master healers and their blessings, all scars where wiped from his magnificent build, leaving only behind a master crafted slave. But he wouldn’t tell anyone that. Never.
Instead as Eostre mentioned his flawlessness the Trader smiled wider. “Ah, yes. I only sell the finest most cared for slaves. No one wants something rotting away with massive scars and dents. As a servile he must be perfect.” He boasted, chest puffing up a bit. “His story, from what he’s told me and from where I found him, is that he was separated from his family during a violent storm one day in the Darkwater Swamp. I found him, drenched and shaking nearly shivering to death, took him back with me, branded him and fattened him back up. Today he is this gorgeous stallion you see before you.” The stallion was a good story teller, that was for sure. But it wasn’t all lies. The slaver had found him in the swamps but had to rope him down with help and restrain his head and hobble his legs which is why he thought for sure he’d be an excellent pit fighter. How wrong he was.
Lamis listened to all this with one ear and the other towards where he heard the slave helper preparing his lunch. The two stallions to his right could be screaming wolf or fire for all he cared. Food was on the way! He shifted his hip once more and shook his wavy thick mane, scattering some dust from it and nickered towards the help without even thinking. Food… He wanted food.
The slaver shivered slightly as the male rubbed against him, almost like a snake capturing and lulling its prey into a calm state. But he knew these tricks. With a tail flick of his own he lowered his head. Eyes gazed into those pure blue gems of Eostre and the slaver lowered his voice to a deep husky tone. “I’m guessing you are very interested in him my lord. What are you willing to offer for such a fine slave?”
Word Count: 374 || Post #3 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 21:55:59 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The smaller, dainty stallion shifted his own weight from side to side as his crystal eyes stared up at the slave trader, long lashes batting slowly and sweetly. Listening to the trader’s story about Lamis’ capture, he’d heard stories about the massive swamp between Valore and the older version of the city that was nothing more than a massive crater after the God’s War. Eos nodded politely to the story as his eyes took a second to stray back towards his slave to be when he heard the massive brute nicker towards...after a moment Eostre identified the new body to be a slave helper preparing lunch for the slaves. A small giggle escaped Eos’ lips, this one loved food it seemed, it was the only thing to catch his attention or cause him to make noise so far so it was easy for the dainty stallion to put two and two together. His attention was pulled back to the trader at his side when he heard a husky voice in his curved ear. What are you willing to offer? The question was familiar to him and at hearing the slaver take the bait Eostre shrugged his shoulders and smiled yet wider, shaking his head the golden curls attached to it swayed and caused sweet perfume to waver off his coat. “I have some gold but I doubt it is enough to purchase such a slave...” He purred softly, batting his eyes some more for dramatic effect, “But I have more to offer than just gold Sir...I could show you if you were to accompany me back to my humble home.” Hopefully the trader would understand his meaning, he assumed so because Eos usually lacked subtlety in his actions and words. If he allowed the slaver to fulfill any of his desires with his body Eostre bet he could haggle the price of Lamis down to more than an acceptable level since Eos himself wasn’t usually a cheap Courtesan and had few limits to what his clients could do to him, as long as the price was right.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 21:56:23 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The slaver easily took the bait. With a small inhale, the perfume of the other male wafted through his nostrils and the stallion let out a soft sigh. “I don’t see why not.” He announced, clearly accepting the situation and moved with the smaller stallion back to his home where he took full advantage of the situation and what spoils he had to offer.
It would be a long hard night for Eostre, as the slaver was not that gentle of a man when it came to things like this. He took what he wanted, making sure it was all consensual before setting up the deal with Eostre as he washed himself off in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. But the deal Eostre ended up with was great and soon enough Lamis was hand delivered to the courtesans home. A small knock was given to the door by the slavers helper and both of them stood waiting for the object to open.
Lamis was brushed and washed, gleaming in the fine sea air as the sun shone once again. He had just had breakfast and was ready for a nap. But the slaver had seen him off and now he stood, waiting for his new world to begin.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 21:59:40 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The trap was easily laid out and just as easily executed, the dainty stallion always got what he wanted. With the Slaver in his home Eostre let him do as he pleased and fulfilled each and every one of his desires knowing full well the better the experience the more haggling power he would have in the morning. Everything went according to plan and with a few bruises, bite marks and some gold Lamis was his. Finally his. The dainty stallion couldn’t help but pace around his house to make sure everything was tidy and beautiful for his first slaves arrival, his body practically vibrated with excitement and...anxiety? Eos’ body jerked to a stop at the realization that he was having anxiety at the aspect of truly meeting his slave for the first time and having another body living with him in his perfect house. He’d been almost solitary for years since moving out of his parents home, well minus the guests almost every night but they eventually went back to their homes! Oh no what if his slave tracked dirt into the house! A small voice screamed in terror within Eostre and he quickly smothered it before soothing the voice with the knowledge that with a bit of training and tweaking his slave Lamis would be perfect.
The sound of a small knock on his front door made Eos jump slightly, the elegant lilac clothes he had draped over his body and matching bridle swayed uneasily as he spun around and would have ran to the door if his inner voice didn’t scream at him to be beautiful and graceful, make a good first impression Eostre! The voice scolded, reining the excited stallion in enough to make his body trott gracefully to the door and swung it open with the soft glow of his lilac telekinesis before smiling widely at the slave hand. “Oh my!” He exclaimed happily, his soft voice a delectable purr like always as crystal eyes trailed quickly away from the slave hand to the handsome Lamis at his side. “Thank you sir for delivering him to me, give my thanks to your master as well. You both have been a great help with my first purchase and I will be back if I have a need of your services again!” Eos was always cordial to any guests of his house, something he had learned from his sweet mother, and made an effort not to rush the slave hand to be gone but it was hard to hide his excitement and impatience to have Lamis all to himself for the first time...in a wonderful start to forever.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:00:02 GMT -6
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LAMIS
Lamis watched the small stallion nearly prance in place. Did he need to go to the bathroom? With a small nicker to the slavers helper, the massive hulk of a beast was led inside and the door was shut behind him. He stood, calm and still as he looked over the tiny male in front of him as his head tipped. He didn’t say anything and merely looked around as he slowly lifted his head. Dinner plate hooves strolled forward, almost slow motion as he saw a cushion not far off and without a moment to lose he collapsed down on it’s surface with a mighty heave and closed his eyes as he rested his head down on the plush surface and started to fall asleep. It was about his nap time anyways and being used to his other schedule the stallion wanted that not to change.
He yawned, lips stretching back as large green eyes were hidden from view. A back leg twitched slightly as his hind quarters tired to get more comfy as it appeared his mass didn’t even fit fully on the pillow. But Lamis seemed to not care. Now he just needed peace and quiet in order to fulfill his desire..
Word Count: 208 || Post #5 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:01:47 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
Eos quickly stepped to the side and watched with slight awe when the toned muscles weaved over bone as Lamis moved slowly, lumbering his way into his new home. Making sure not to forget his manners Eos made a small bow to the slavers before turning back towards his prize and slowly shutting the door behind himself. The dainty stallion expected their first encounter to be more...strained but Lamis wasted no time in making himself, and his large dish sized hooves, at home within his sprawling living room and plopped his large, perfectly muscled form down on one of the many pillows that surrounded a small coffee table that was primarily used for parties and entertaining guests. Eostre had a thing for pillows and surrounded himself with the softest of the plushy luxury item, his bed was mostly a surplus of the larger variety and he enjoyed curling up in the middle, making a nest for himself and pretending the pillows around him were the bodies of others, when he didn’t have one to cuddle with that is. The thought dawned upon the small stallion that he hadn’t prepared a room for Lamis yet and felt the familiar heat of embarrassment flood through his veins as he watched the beast try and make himself comfy on a single pillow that easily fit himself and had done well by all of his guests before but couldn’t contain Lamis’ bulk if it dreamed. Eos shifted his weight nervously from one side to the other as he looked down at his slave making himself comfortable on his pillow without so much as a ‘hello master’ or anything! The heat of embarrassment turned quickly into a calm rage in his veins at the insolence before him, had he not been taught any manners?! Was Eostre really expected to start with such a blank slate?! And after everything he had done for that sleazy slave trader too!
“Lamis...” Eostre beckoned quietly yet sternly, his voice no longer a purr and a was now a calculating, almost eerie calm given the anger bubbling just below the surface. “Did your mother teach you no manners on how to greet someone new...let alone your new master?” Where the playful light had been dancing in his crystal blue eyes just a moment ago now was a hard orb, one made of confidence and authority. Eos’ didn’t want to be this way with Lamis, he prefered to teach with a gentler hand but lines needed to be made and laid firmly down in the beginning then only after the ‘pecking order’ was firmly in place and followed by both parties could the real bond be formed. Once Lamis knew his place with Eostre then the stallion knew he would be the best slave owner in Aodh, Lamis would be pampered with everything his heart desired...but only if he fulfilled Eostre’s desires in return. He would give and take where most only took when it came to their slaves, only if they did so in return for his kindness and generosity.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:02:10 GMT -6
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LAMIS
Ears twitched as he heard his name and nearly groaned. Why was this little horse pestering him? His head slowly lifted, eyes blinking open as if he was drugged. No he was full and happy and ready for a nap. With a small noise Lamis slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and dipped his head. “Hello Master.” He spoke, his voice a quiet airy droll as if a hard wind was cascading through a tunnel. Both deep and high and soft at the same time. Ears flickered forward, tuned into the male as he blushed as well. “I saw a pillow and wanted to lay down…” Was that so wrong? Slowly the massive head lifted back up and the unicorn laid back down on his side, eyes closing again. His hide shivered as the plushness of the pillow eased his body, relaxing it.
It was hard work carrying around this much bulk. He was almost always sleeping, a sign maybe he was deficient somewhere or wasn't drinking enough water throughout the day. His tail flicked once, braid slapping against the floor as the bulk of a creature tried to get himself slightly more comfortable before the cream colored head lifted and ears swiveled to the sides, in a bashful way. “May I lay here master?” He’d almost forgotten to ask! But now he had so all permission should be granted. That was how it worked before. Large green eyes stared up at the other male, not quite meeting the bright blue. He had learned that much at least.
Word Count: 261 || Post #6 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:05:46 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The thin stallion had to swallow his surprise at Lamis’ reaction to his words, sure he made a movement to better show is respect for Eos and gave a small bow of sorts but everything about his reaction to Eostre’s almost cold words was not what the stallion expected. After the courteous head dip Lamis merely laid back down again, seemingly intent on a nap and Eos had to stifle the urge to stomp his small hoof against the pale wooden floors. This wasn’t going according to plan and the perfectionist within Eos screamed for order, demanding that what was ‘broke’ to be fixed, immediately. Then came the question from Lamis, may I lay here? No! He wanted to roar, but his pride and desire for keeping a beautiful appearance as well as wanting Lamis to enjoy his stay as his slave and not grow to resent him kept his emotions in check. He merely frowned and shook his curved head. “Lamis...I would rather you ask permission than beg forgiveness so for now no, I would prefer to give you a tour around the house and my small garden before you asked for a nap.” He took a moment to pause, considering his next words and allowing a warm smile to spread across his face, hopefully making Lamis feel welcome yet come to know his place. “Your room is yet to be ‘set up’ as well, I was expecting you yet hoping to give you some choice in your living quarters design and such, we need to pick you up a bed at least before you can nap easily. I wasn’t expecting you to be so...large.” Spinning about Eos’ eyes trailed over his shoulder, meeting Lamis’ green orbs, “Then the lessons will begin.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:06:20 GMT -6
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LAMIS
“Oh.” The almost childlike disconnected lumbering beast spoke as he heaved himself up from the pillow. He glanced down at it, giving it a longing gaze as he nosed it to plush it back up. Lamis would come back to it shortly, he was sure of that. Stepping backwards the stallion moved out from beside the coffee table to look down at Eostre. “Large?” He asked, almost surprised to hear the word. He looked back at his hind end and frowned before looking down at the smaller horse. “I am big.” He sighed softly, large head shaking once as if to ease himself back into moving. Eostre wanted him to see the house. He would do that and then hopefully he could go back to sleep.
“Lessons?” That word also confused him. “Lessons in what, master?” He asked softly, staying stationary as he waited to be shown where to go. When Eostre did finally move, the large beast would follow, looking lazily at the rooms he was shown and nodding as each was identified. A rather simplistic house so it would be easy for him not to get lost. He was happy about that at least. And there was so many pillows. Especially in Master’s room. He wondered if he would be allowed to sleep there too.
Word Count: 218 || Post #7 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:07:52 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
A twinge of what seemed like pity and remorse pulled at Eostre’s heartstrings as he watched the lumbering child like beast slowly rise from the pillow that was much too small for him and glance down at it longingly before he fluffed it politely. It seemed he wasn’t a total brute incapable of manners, just...a touch slow when it came to the matter, almost like he was naive to the whole situation? Eos shook his head as he moved forward, leading Lamis around his humble home, there was no way that his slave was that gullible right? Glancing back at the lumbering brute that moved with the weight and force of a bull Eos smiled at the kindness within his green eyes, “Lessons on manners and etiquette to put it simply. I entertain many guests in my home and I have a reputation of beauty and grace to uphold.” Eos’ voice was soft and kind as he led Lamis around his home.
First he showed him where he slept, plush white carpet covered the floor, his nest of multi-colored pillows laid against the far wall beneath heavy satin curtains that draped themselves across the ceiling and cascaded down in waves of purple around his ‘bed’ while his standing closet stood against the wall between the bedroom and his beautiful master bath of white marble, threads of a faint purple twisted across the pristine floor and disappeared down a set of steps that led into the crystal waters of the enormous bath that could easily fit three horses. A smaller version of the bathroom connected to the large living room, the only difference was its marble floor was slightly darker, a white spiral staircase led up to the second floor but Eostre didn’t approach it, just yet.
“My guests have expectations of me and my home, unfortunately those expectations will also be laid upon your strong shoulders and we mustn’t disappoint them my lovely Lamis!” Just outside the windows one could see a small porch like balcony that stood above the garden, small potted plants decorated its surface and vines crept along the railing, twisting around the creme bars. The next room was the kitchen that connected to the living room, an island counter made of black and gold marble separated the two, the dark surface a contrast to the bright atmosphere of the rest of the house and soft sandy wood of the cabinets and floors. A small stocked pantry and washroom for dirty garments were tucked into the far corner of the room, away from prying eyes as if trying to hide them from the general public that might enter the house. Large ornate white windows decorated the house allowing it to fill with natural light and one to look upon the green garden outside covered in flowers, soft purple curtains swayed lazily in the summer breeze that drifted through Eostre’s home as he led Lamis to the final room of this floor, his. The room was spacious and rather empty compared to the rest of the house, “This will be your room Lamis, I have left if empty to allow you to decorate it as you wish.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:08:04 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The unicorn lumbered after the other, eyes taking in each room with ease. The general theme of the house was whites and purples, with his own hide fitting in perfectly. Braided tail bounced as they walked, his large hooves standing out against the white marble floors. The bath in his masters room looked wonderful and he pondered if he would be allowed to use it. It looked just big enough for him. Lamis loved his baths after all. They made him feel cared for.
As they moved to the kitchen, the stallion then noticed that there was no one else here. No one to make him food besides his master and a sudden dread pooled in his stomach. Would he have to feed himself? He had no idea how to do that besides eating whole fruits and veggies. Head lowered a bit, large eyes nearly sad. He wasn’t sure what to make of this yet.
Moving on, the empty room was denoted as his and Lamis sagged more. He didn’t understand what Eostre meant by decorate and assumed this was just as it was. “There’s no pillows…” Large tears welling up in the stallion’s eyes and he dipped his head down further. A large hoof dragged softly against the ground as he moved in fully and did a small circle. Legs folded before he quickly stood up fully again and looked at the smaller dainty male. “Can I nap now master?” He asked, not able to meet his eyes as he looked around the barren room once more. There wasn’t even a blanket… His whole body showed his sadness and disappointment at the room. At least with the slaver he had been given a bed and something to lay on. Here he was gifted none of those things and looked ready to cry.
Part of him wanted to go home…
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:09:34 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
Pride made Eos’ chest swell as he showed Lamis around his ornate and beautiful home, he had no doubts within his mind that this home was the most beautiful one that the large lumbering brute had ever seen and the way his green eyes stared longingly at his plush bed and enormous bath made him certain of this fact. The rest of the house, no less gorgeous, detailed and perfect was far less interesting to him and Lamis, but out of the corner of his eye he caught the stallion’s head sagging, his green pools sad. Eostre shook off the feeling, he was an excellent cook, taught by his mother to be more than self sufficient he had also bought some cookbooks of his own since leaving home and held pride in his kitchen skills. The idea of Lamis cooking made a smile tug the corners of his mouth up at the corners, he doubted the stallion had any experience in the kitchen given he’d been on the Gilded Bridge for some time before being sold and had all of his meals prepared for him there. Cooking was fun, Eos felt and he knew the task would be enhanced with another body in the kitchen to help him. The sinking feeling in his gut only hardened into an iron ball when Eos took in Lamis’ reaction to his own room. The mammoth seemed completely broken and distraught! Not emotions Eostre had expected to say the least and the breath he was taking in caught in his throat at the sight of tears welling up in Lamis’ eyes as he laid down before quickly standing again and asking Eos if he could now have a nap. “Lamis...” He started, voice soft with concern and confusion, “We will buy you pillows, several large enough to hold you comfortably. I don’t understand why you are distraught, I merely left the room empty so you could fill it with items of your choice.”
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:10:08 GMT -6
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LAMIS
The master seemed displeased with him. Had he messed up again? Ears slowly pinned back and his eyes stared at the floor. “My room is empty…” He whispered, feeling already a sort of dread to this relationship fill him and his stomach. Was Eostre really going to limit him like this? Though as the equine kept talking, his head slowly lifted and the large mule ears swiveled forward once more.
“I can have pillows in here?” He asked, looking around the room again. “And blankets?” His mood was lifting at this new info and the male moved forward to gently nuzzle and lip the other males wither. “I would like those things master.” He answered, the tears gone and whatever sadness Lamis had displayed vanished within the same breath. The unicorn still did not understand what decorate meant but master had told him he could fill the room with his own items! It made him so much happier to hear that. Though… He didn’t know when that would be and stepped back a bit so the other could see his face again.
“Do I still have to sleep in here until… Until I can fill my room?” Again his ears fell back and he looked around. It would be so cold and so lonely. “Can I sleep in Masters room?” The question was completely innocent to him and made sense. Right now it was the room that contained the most comfortable items. As well as Master…
Word Count: 247 || Post #9 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:18:32 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The anxiety that had stifled the stallion’s breath released its grip once the sadness drifted from Lamis’ eyes, joy filled them as the large brute nuzzled Eostre’s wither. The heavy and hot breath of his slave upon his shoulder caused Eos’ skin to twitch happily as the same emotion found it’s way to his eyes, Lamis was such a gentle and naive creature he was learning and found himself enjoying those qualities in his slave. He would have to expand his vocabulary though, it seemed he didn’t even know what ‘decorating’ meant from the way the word saddened him and Eostre couldn’t have his slave look dull to those that would visit, his pride couldn’t take it. Plus they would need to understand each other if Lamis was going to stay, he couldn’t have another misunderstanding like this one happen again. “Of course Lamis, you can have anything you want in your room, as long as it is within reason of course.” Eostre crooned at his big soft hearted slave. Small curved ears fell back as Lamis’ did, sadness filling his green eyes once more as he asked if he could sleep in Eos’ room.
The question took the small stallion back, his twisted mind warped the innocent question and caused Eostre to chew on his lower lip as he stared into the beautiful green pools of Lamis’ eyes. He took a moment to swallow the lead ball in his throat before he answered, “You may, just this once...” Taking another moment to turn towards his room and begin walking, he made an effort to avoid Lamis’ eyes so the mammoth couldn’t see the red spreading across his cheeks, “When would you like to go to the market and pick out things for your room?” Now he was trying to fill the air with small talk, to take away from his own awkwardness. Eos wasn’t normally one to feel anxious or awkward about sharing his bed with another, no normally he searched the night for someone to spend it with in hopes of running from his own loneliness but now...he had Lamis, slave he could call his own and someone who wouldn’t leave him lonely. The thought dawned upon Eos that must have been why he had gone to the Gilded Bridge, in hopes of finding someone who could never leave him unless he desired it. His whole world had now changed and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to meet it while he had also been the one to change it.
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 7, 2017 22:25:03 GMT -6
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LAMIS
Turning slowly the large male moved himself out of the room. Master had agreed. He was so happy. With a small breath the slave followed the other easily and nudged his hind end softly now and then. The little male was so strange and yet so caring. He could pick out his own items and master would give him what he wanted! Plus tonight he would not be lonely. Hooves sounded against the floor as they walked, his head turning to the side again to get a look at the rooms as they passed. He was sure he would forget where certain rooms where but that would be ok. He was sure of it. Master seemed nice about how he was and even seemed concerned about what he felt.
As they entered the smaller stallions room, Eostre followed and waited to be allowed to lay down. He did not like how the male had snapped at him before over his nap and wanted to do better. With a small breath, large chunky legs folded and body slumped into the plush comfy pile of pillows. Head laid down, a small moan leaving him as he felt the plush softness of the pillows nearly surround him. It felt like a cloud, even though he had never been on a cloud before. Eyes closed, leaving the massive hulk of an equine nearly cuddled by the objects. Maybe living here wouldn’t be so bad…
Word Count: 241 || Post #10 |
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:25:40 GMT -6
Eostre
|| Stallion || 14.2 hh || Courtesan ||
The nest of multicolored pillows awaited the pair as the master and slave neared the bedroom, plush white carpet greeted their hooves once the doorway was passed through. Eos contemplated for a moment on how glad he was that the architect whom had built his home had the brains to make the doorways rather wide to allow his mammoth of a slave easy passage through his home. Once in the room the dainty stallion motioned towards the bed and allowed Lamis to get comfortable before he attempted to curl up next to the stallion that took up a large chunk of his nest, he moved to lay over the top of the pale back of his slave, draping his body along Lamis’ and rested his head against upon his large, soft spotted rear. It was almost as soft as the pillows and Eostre let out his own content sigh, it seemed Lamis really only wanted a nap, not to ‘sleep’ with him, how silly of him to assume as much but given his past experiences it wasn’t really that silly. Many used Eos for his body and left the next morning without as much as a kiss goodbye...Lamis, he could tell, was different. The sweetly naive beast didn’t see Eostre as a courtesan, merely a body to be used and thrown away when the fun was done and Eos was beginning to enjoy the way Lamis saw him, as a kind master meant to be cared for and obeyed. No one had ever looked upon him with such eyes...
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Aug 7, 2017 22:27:51 GMT -6
Fin
Final Word Count: 6961 Total AP Earned: 12
Total CS Earned: 2
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