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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2017 20:41:23 GMT -6
New Flame
Bolthor | Juliet
Bolthor, once again, finds himself back on the market. Feeling utterly defeated and betrayed, he tries his hardest to keep himself from being noticed. However, fate does not seem to be on his side, as the pit fighter catches the eye of a certain Noble Lady.
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Cooling down from a hot day
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2017 21:03:59 GMT -6
 Time.
Time sure did fly when one thought they were safe.
Here Bolthor was, safe in his position at Caligo's side. He had enjoyed his job, both fighting and keeping the Lord's slaves under control. For once, he finally felt as though he had a place where.. he fit in.
Yet, here he was, back in the market. Defeated. Betrayed.
Not a word had peeped from the blonde male's lips from the moment he had arrived. He kept to himself in the back, his head low and eyes turned to the ground. Buyers glanced at him, but only saw a broken spirit. A spirit they were not willing to take a chance on, already knowing the fighter's reputation for being difficult to handle. Difficult to place.
Working the bit in his mouth, Bolthor let a small sigh escape his lips, nostrils flaring as he took in another breath. This was, perhaps, the only sound that he bothered to make; his soft, tired breaths.
"You better get over yourself and shape up." The gruff voice of the trader broke Bolthor's demeanor, causing him to pick up his gaze and glare right toward the trader. With a snap of his teeth and pinned ears, he lunged at the trader, only stopping a mere few inches from the other's muzzle. His breath was hot and full of rage, his eyes wild behind a ragged forelock. The trader stumbled back a few steps, surprise on his face, before he mumbled crossly to himself and left. He wasnt getting paid enough to deal with a moody fighter.
Lips pressing together in a frown, Bolthor took a step back into his familiar corner, letting a yawn work its way through his jaw before he dropped his head once more and returned his gaze to the floor.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 8, 2017 21:21:33 GMT -6
 JULIET
Dainty hooves tapped happily along the cobble road. Her head was held high, her ex pit fighter Nellive at her side as the ever present long term guard. She watched him make sure no one dared to step foot in her way and hung back as she paused at each stall, making sure others gave her the space she required. Neck would arch and lean in, gazing at each stall as if it could contain some sort of sparkling mystery. But so far she was feeling disappointed with the wears that the artisans had on display today. With small snorts of disaproval the mare soon grew tired of the bridge and moved to take the route to the slavers trove.
The pathway slopped down and to the side, almost as if it was trying to be hidden but clearly wasn't. As the lady approached, the air in the 'market' changed and the slavers quickly trotted out to stand proudly before their slaves. Nellive was of course glued to her side and stood on the side closest to the stalls so that his mistress could be slightly protected. The mare however gently brushed him aside with a nudge to his shoulder. "Nellive please, you are blocking my view. How am I to find another if you act like a door rather then a window?" A sing song like chuckle left her lips at her own small joke and watched as he bowed his head and quickly stepped out of her way.
The stalls today however did not have the builds she was looking for. At least until she saw Him.
Juliet had seen the blonde beast fight before in the arena and gave pause, her hooves rooting to the ground gently. Sandy blonde hair tousled to the side as he her tipped and she moved past the slaver towards him with no fear. "My my... A gem among these stones... Slave, tell me what happened. Why are you here?" She stopped within his lunging range, ignoring any protests from the stall owner and gazed at the beast she was sure would come back with her. Either in chains or gently with a soft pull from a velvet leash.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2017 8:26:29 GMT -6
The sound of dainty hooves approaching pounded into Bolthor's brain, causing him to wince and grit his teeth together. He hoped they would pass, but it seemed as though they had taken upon themselves to stop at his stall. The last thing he wanted was to attract the attention of a dainty female. Letting out an exasperated sigh, the male rose his head. His ps drooped in a frown, his eyes narrowed, his ears back. She was awfully close..
A snort left his nostrils as she asked why he was there, almost as if he found the question amusing. "Why am I here?" His deep voice grumbled, quiet, but not shy. "Why is any slave here?" He continued, shifting his weight off a back leg. His attention shifted to the slave trader who had stationed himself behind the Lady, just in case Bolthor decided to get.. frisky.
A smirk cracked the fighter's lips as he shifted his attention back to the blonde mare. He allowed a moment of silence to pass before he suddenly pushed off his hind end, lunging in close as if he were snatching for her too, but stopping only a mere inch from her face. His breath was hot as he spoke, "You know my reputation, dont you?" Now his voice was quiet, just for the Lady to hear. "My masters tend to.. disappear.." He could smell her perfume swirling around his muzzle. She showed no fear, and that he could give her credit for, but he still wanted to see if he could.. test her a bit.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 13, 2017 16:29:20 GMT -6
JULIET
He seemed relaxed, shifting one hock to lift and tilt his hoof to the ground. But the mare had seen him fight, seen him challenge and knew of the storm brewing beneath his hide. With a small smile of her own she waited, waited for the eye of the storm to pass. It was a thrill. To be in dangers path but she knew this slave could do nothing to her in the open like this, least he wished to lose his head to the law that was this land.
Her bangs swirled and tousled from his sudden lunge, one she had seen coming from a mile away. Her own eyes alighted with a smile, neck arching to place a gentle kiss against the tip of his nose, whispering back so only he could hear. "Your reputation is why I want you." Words purred softly from her lips, wafting through to the geldings ears. "Then they where no masters at all... None can disappear from me, except by death. My jewels are mine till death do we part..." Raising a hoof it settled ever closer to the brute and she smiled as she dared to lip softly at his ear. "Do be mine, gem in the rough. Fight for me. Lips worried a stray piece of hair from in front of his ear as she whispered sweet words into the appendage. It was so thrilling, to be this close, to such a famed monster. But Juliet knew deep down the monster wished to be loved, cared for. He was bitter but she would show him he would never lose her as long as she lived.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2017 21:19:11 GMT -6
The male's muzzle twitched as the Lady's soft lips touched his skin. The gesture certainly caught him off guard, causing confusion to cross his face, but only for a brief moment. He was not used to this.. to nobles who were not scared of him. A snarl left his lips as she stepped forward and played his his hair, his head jerking to the side to get it out of her grasp. He was not a play toy.
"I fight for no one but myself." He growled in reply, his eyes hardening as his brow narrowed. "Caligo was a mistake, one I am not going to make again." His lips twitched, showing battered teeth before he turned away from the mare and put himself back in his place in the corner of the stall, his steps heavy as he went. He kept his glare fixated on her, head low and eyes dark. She could buy him if she wanted, he couldnt stop her from that, but that didnt mean he had to cooperate.
Gaze shifted to the ground as he felt cracking beneath his hooves, his weight growing from, what he assumed, his sour mood. Swearing crossly to himself, he remembered Kaia's gift- no, annoyance he had received only the day before.
Perhaps this could help him after all. No one could move a horse when he weighed the amount of a boulder.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 13, 2017 21:38:31 GMT -6
JULIET
His surprise was not lost but as the brute all but wrenched himself away from her, the mare tipped her head and smiled. A new fire was forming, deep within her chest. He would be hers. Hers alone and no one else's. "I am no mistake fighter." With a small turn she let her tail touch his plump luscious muscled ass and turned back towards the trader. "He is mine. Bring him to my estate by sundown and the funds will be transferred to you." Nellive was worried and looked at Bolthor before back at his mistress. His own ears where back but he did nothing to stop his lady from doing as she pleased.
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The estate was prepped and cleaned by her other servile slaves. Adrian was at her side for most of it, catering to her and carrying her glass of ice wine. He was reluctant but all it took as a stern look and a small hoof stomp and he was as obedient as ever. She walked from room to room, loving the frantic chaos she ignited within her slaves as pristine pink ruby eyes took in their movements and watched them run. Eventually the mare moved herself to the lounge by the pool and waited for the moment Nellive would announce when Bolthor would be delivered to her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2017 23:00:42 GMT -6
The male's ears flicked at the sound of the Lady's soft voice calling back to the trader, confirming her purchase. He would be lying if he said he didnt see it coming, but he sure was hell was going to make her work for it. His milky brown gaze met that of her other slave, noticing the worried look on his features. Bolthor cracked a smirk in his direction, his ears pressed back and lips curled back almost violently. This was going to be fun.
His attention snapped over to the trader as he approached, leather and chain in his grasp. His eyes rolled as his jaw fell slack in annoyance, ears pressed back.
The walk to the estate was painful, at least for the trader. Bolthor had to be drug along, his steps even heavier with the help of his blessing. Cobblestone street cracked and crumbled under his weight, his nostrils flaring with frustrated snorts as they went along. He was going to show just how annoyed he was with this new transfer of his, even if it got him in trouble. Bolthor was used to that.
As they approached the door, the heavy male sat back against his rope, opening his mouth ever so slightly to keep the bit from knocking his teeth, and chuckled to himself at the sight of the trader straining to keep his grasp on the gelding's tie. Three rasps sounded on the door, a desperate call to get the painted fighter out of his hooves.
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Post by Disastercorn on Sept 15, 2017 22:41:24 GMT -6
JULIET
Nellive opened the door and blinked at the trader. Another slave ran off to go alert the mistress as Nellive watched the large brute nearly crack her front steps and the trader try to hand him off. The ex-pit slave kept out of his range and stalled while the Lady was brought towards the door.
She took her time, high stepping as she stretched her front legs forward and eventually appeared from the darkness with a soft sing song greeting. "My gem has arrived. But he is cracking my front steps." Eyes flickered to the trader, flashing with hidden rage at the damage. "Are you not smart enough to even purchase a bridal that prohibits his talent from being used?" She snorted, her head tossing as Nellive vanished briefly and appeared quickly. Her patience was being tested and this slaver was as useless as the shadow he cast. How could he be a slaver if he didn't even possess the right tools to control and train his slaves. Her tail flicked, blonde waves snapping through the air. Nellive stepped forward offering the bridal to the slaver to slip over Bolthor's face. It was clear the noble equine would not take the slave until the bridal was switched. Her ever dutiful slave stepped back to her side, between her and Bolthor and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2018 0:40:12 GMT -6
Just as the door open, the gelding sat back against the rope, his rump hitting the crumbled steps as he sat much like a dog. His teeth were still parted, his tongue holding the bit in place so it didnt hurt his teeth. He couldnt help but grin with amusement at the slave trader's desperation, his ears flicked forward and nostrils flaring to keep himself from laughing. It was a true time of.. at least contentment for him. One he knew would not last for very long.
It was then when the door swung open and all evidence of glee on the fighter's face snapped away. His ears flicked back, pressing against his neck, his eyes narrowed at the pink mare who stood, obviously annoyed, before them. He couldnt help but crack a smirk as she scolded the trader, taking a glance to the stallion with a raised brow as if to say, yeah, didnt you know?
He watched as another stallion standing behind the mare fetched another bridle. There was no room for resisting as the current one on his face was replaced with the one that had been fetched. The bit felt strange in his mouth.. new, even. He was used to rusting, old bits that left a bitter residue on his tongue. This one was carefully cleaned and polished; even the leather didnt have a speck of wear on it.
His attention flickered to the other slave as he stood protectively between Bolthor and Juliet, pulling himself to his hooves as he towered before the other. He gave him a deep stare, his brow furrowed tight and lips pulled back in a scowl. Such a well trained house pet this one was. Bolthor had a feeling he wasnt going to like it.
The slave trader handed over his rope and quickly said his farewells before leaving, almost in too obvious of a rush. The cranky painted gelding was now Juliet's problem.
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 15, 2018 19:24:37 GMT -6
JULIET
The moment the rope was placed within the delicate pink Teke of the Eminent, a switch flicked and she pivoted on perfectly kept floors with dainty polished hooves. "Come along now my precious Gem. Let me show you your room and where you will be permitted to go." Nearly prancing along, acting like Bolthor was a new puppy, Nellive stepped behind them, ready to make sure the mare did not get injured by the new brute. He might have a new bridal but that did not mean his pure mass would stop him from causing massive harm.
A pristine white door came before them, and with ease the mare waited for Nellive to open it for her. He did, as obedient and dutiful as ever. The room laid out before them once it was relieved was large with soft pink walls, white marble floors and gold trim along the window and doors. There was shelves and a large bed as well as a large desk. Turning she smile, brightly, towards Bolthor and stepped up to him once more. She did indeed like to play with fire.
"My gem, this is your room. IT has a view of the courtyard and pool. There are a few rules I would like you to abide by however, as with any owner. Number one. My Word is your law, Don't fight me. You really won't like the consequences. Number two. You are free to do as you wish in your room, even talk to my designers and make it more your tastes if this bothers you, but you are to come when called, regardless what you are doing. Number three. No fighting with my other slaves. We are building a training area just for you to practice in and Nellive here, is an ex-pit fighter and would adore trying his hooves at fighting again. Number four. I've set it up so you can ask the kitchen for anything to eat at any hour." Her eyes sparkled as she said the last bit and waited.
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