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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 8, 2018 13:29:45 GMT -6
Setting
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Mid-day | Prior to Chapter 5
Gilded Bridge - Slave Market
Tess is up for sale, again. Having been returned by her previous owner due to a 'lack of manners' and 'disobedient behavior' she finds herself on the chopping block. Either she will be bought by someone or be sold to the city as a Labor Slave and Tess knows which option she would prefer. While life as a slave isn't her ideal choice it is a far better fate than being worked to death building a city that owns her like a mere dog. Viewed as worth less than the stones she would lay. Doing her best to try and behave in order to catch someones eye Tess puffs out her chest, displaying her brute strength in hopes she will be purchased as a body guard or pit fighter rather than a maid...she has never been good at cleaning.
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Total Word Count: - || Participants: Jasmine & Tess
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 8, 2018 14:16:49 GMT -6
 TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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The sun rose high above in the clear sky, allowing its rays to fall upon 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. Warm rays fell upon a large slave's back, warming her dark pelt and glistening off the scales that ran from behind her jaw all the way down her sides until they reached the end of her long sturgeon tail. The only blemish upon her skin was where they had pulled two scales cruelly from her skin before awarding her the dragon brand of a slave, marking her as such for the rest of her days. Twisting her head Tess removed the shaggy dark grey forelock from blocking her cobalt blue eyes as she scanned the Gilded Bridge for any prospective buyers and nickered softly whenever one passed, trying to catch their attention. She had to find a home or else, the slave traders had been threatening to auction her to the city as a Labor Slave where they spoke of horses who were kept in terrible conditions and most were worked to death. She didn't want to be a slave but if she had to be one she would rather be alive, if she lived then she at least had the opportunity to possibly escape.
Here in Aodh it seemed they held little care or consideration of ones gender, merely idolized thin and lanky bodies which she possessed neither of. Outwardly many in Onea on the other hand had assumed she was a stallion due to her tall stature, she stood at almost 20 hh just shy by two inches, and her draft build deceived many until she opened her mouth so she made sure to keep that shut. Her sharp tongue and sarcastic nature always got the better of her around those who viewed her as less, a sting upon her pride that reminded her of the father who had sold her into this life...Shaking her head in an effort to remove any thoughts Tess stood tall at her post, proudly displaying the muscles that rippled beneath her coat and made sure her tail was visible to those that passed by. Hopefully the rarity of her mutation would be a selling point, something that worked in her favor to catch someones eye. She silently prayed to Cascade and Kaia for luck, to aid in her attempts to avoid the life of a Labor Slave and finally find a home, an owner, that wouldn't attempt to force her to be their maid and if she refused hopefully not just throw her away like all the others had. She was better suited to be a body guard or Pit Fighter and she hoped to prove that to her next master.
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Word Count: 507
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Post by promsong on Feb 8, 2018 15:40:54 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 1 | 667 words
Having just celebrated their 5th anniversary a couple days prior, Rowan promised Jasmine a new gift. One that wasn't the usual jewellery or clothes. That meant it was something she was going to hate. He tried to keep it a surprise but as soon as the couple came towards the Gilded Bridge, Jasmine couldn't pretend she didn't know exactly what he was going to buy her. For weeks on end he preached about getting her a body guard, someone to keep her safe when she travelled alone. Jasmine had told him it was not necessary at that moment and despite this, he insisted.
The heat was starting to get to the mare as they strolled along casually, as if they were window shopping. They were in a way. Her ruby necklace glistened in the bright sunlight and her eyes twinkled. She had never chosen her own slave before. Her family was too poor to own another horse and now that she was with Rowan, they had more than enough for several.
"You can choose which ever one you'd like, my love," Rowan said softly. Their shoulders brushed lightly as they walked. It was a busy area so the man kept his wife close. Jasmine gave an absent nod in response, pretending to be listening. She often did that.
"Let's just make this quick, I'm getting too hot in this sun," Jasmine commented as they got closer to where the for sale slaves were being held. She spotted a couple younger looking mares, probably just shy of 20. They were pretty and while Jasmine wasn't against having a pretty slave around the house, she also knew her husband wouldn't allow it. He didn't appreciate her looking at them for a moment too long and cleared his throat.
"We'll be done soon enough. I can't always be around to protect you, it will be good to have someone who can be," he continued with a sigh. "I don't like seeing you uncomfortable, would you like me to find an umbrella to shade you?" he offered after a moment of thinking. Jasmine forced herself to smile and shake her head, instead of rolling her eyes like she had wanted to do.
"Oh no, honey, I'm fine. Thank you, though," Jasmine cooed. She was pretty high matienence you could say, but she did not feel like waiting for him to find an umbrella. She slowed down her pace as they reached a line up of relatively bigger looking slaves. Some of them had giant scars and prosthetic limbs. She guessed they were probably pit fighters. They were all quite...ugly...though. Jasmine didn't want an ugly slave.
Her eyes scanned the rest of them as she continued to slowly walk past them. Most of them looked pathetic, eyes tired and dead. She once looked quite similar.
"I want to look at that one," Jasmine said as she caught a glimpse of some blue scales and a long tail. She couldn't see the rest of the stallion where she was standing and she made her way over. She wasn't entirely sure they were a stallion, though. Jasmine stood in front of them, the height difference comical in a way. The at least 19hh draft horse towered over the only 15.3hh mare that was Jasmine.
She gave a glance to the slave trader that stood near them, who gave them the slave's price. 10,000 shards. That seemed relatively low for a slave of this size and with a giant tail that could easily be used as a weapon. Something must be wrong with them.
"Your name?" she questioned, looking up at the slave. She stood with such confidence that it would seem Jasmine was the bigger one. She was used to looking up at others, though that never made it any less annoying to her.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 8, 2018 16:47:32 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Voices of buyers chirped as eager sellers boomed around the mare, small ears swiveling as if trying to catch the sound of any voice that might be speaking of or to her. Shifting her weight nervously between hooves Tess kept her face stern and waved her mighty tail behind her idly. Cobalt eyes trailing over each body that passed without giving her a second look, ears pulling back in dismay Tess' heart began to sink in her chest until she heard her Slaver's voice rise above the crowd. They called out her all too familiar, meager, price of 10,000 shards and Tess' eyes fell upon the dainty mare who had inquired about her. She was average in height, very small compared to her own draft size...sadly almost all were, but the mare held herself high with pride and she oozed confidence. The long horn that sprouted from her forehead was dazzling in the sunlight, a nice contrast to her dark coat and the rubies around her neck made Tess swallow hard. The mare had money or maybe, what Tess assumed to be, her husband did but it didn't matter either way. Now she had been asked a question and as strange as it was to be spoken to directly instead of the mare speaking solely to her Slaver like the rest had Tess had to answer her question before the mare grew impatient and moved her steely gaze elsewhere. This might be her last chance to avoid dying in this god forsaken land what claimed to own her like one would own a dog...actually she would be less to them. Little more than expendable, not worth feeding or keeping in working condition but worked to death. She'd die like a rat in the street and not the proud Drohr she truly was. She was already considered dead in Onea, her father making sure to wipe her name from clan record due to her 'treason'.
"Tess...m'lady." She said simply, dipping into as much of a bow to the mare as her restrains would allow, her Onean accent curving around each word. While the name she now possessed was not her birth name, her father had stripped her of the right to her name when he had her culled to Aodh, so this new one was all she had. It wasn't the beautiful gifting of a name from her mother but instead something the slave traders who had brought her from Onea to Aodh had given. It was such a simple name though, so far from her original that it had taken a long time to adjust to hearing others refer to her as Tess and not one of clan Drohr. It hurt to even remember the name that had been stolen...Majkin Drohr, she had held so much pride in who she was only to throw her life in Onea away trying to expose her father's secrets, and for that she was here. Being sold as a Slave to a wealthy Aodhian mare and her husband.
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Post by promsong on Feb 8, 2018 17:24:57 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 2 | 497 words
Jasmine blinked back at the slave. Tess. It wasn't an extremely feminine name and had she not spoken those words, she would have been convinced the mare was a burly stallion. Having a natural distrust towards men, Jasmine viewed this as a good thing. "Onean?" she guessed casually, as if she wasn't considering purchasing the mare and rather starting a conversation. Their accent was not one of Aodh and while Tess only uttered a few words, Jasmine was quick to pick up on this. Her perceptiveness was a talent she picked up from being a courtesan. Some men wanted to be figured out and it had been her job to do so.
After a moment of thinking, her mind wandered back to the price of the slave. She turned her gaze back to the slave trader, "Why 10,000? She's built like an ox," she questioned. Her husband had been quiet up until then, when he interjected before the trader could reply.
"There's obviously something wrong with her. Jasmine, my love, don't you want to look at someone else? You can have anyone you'd like," he insisted. He barely gave a glance to the mare standing in front of them.
Jasmine didn't reply to her husband, instead waiting for the slave trader to explain the pricing of this slave. "She's a bit wild. Destructive. This is her last chance before becoming a labour slave. No one else wants her," he said. He smoke a cigar, Jasmine almost letting out a cough as he blew in her direction.
"I'm not paying 10k for her," Jasmine began, feeling slightly irritated at the smoke being blown in her face. The trader gave a shake of his head and said he would not go any lower.
"The city won't buy a destructive labour slave. I'll do 7k and take her off your hooves right now," she said after another moment of consideration. Jasmine felt safer in the presence of women and liked the idea of having a female bodyguard. She did not need anymore clingy men in her life, even if they were being paid by her husband to be clingy.
The trader gave a loud groan and nodded, agreeing to the deal. With a loud sigh, Rowan reached into one of his saddle bags and counted out 7,000 in shards. He tossed the bag at the man and gave a look to his wife. "Are you happy, my dear?" he asked her, pressing his muzzle underneath her ear in an affectionate, kiss like, action.
Jasmine batted her lashes up at him and gave a slow nod, "Of course," she mumbled. She then turned her attention to her new purchase, her soft demeanour going cold. "That's an ugly bridle. We'll need to replace that soon enough. Later, though. For now you are to acompany my husband and I back to our estate," she said. The trader had unchained the bridle so that she would be free to leave with her new owners.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 8, 2018 18:30:30 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Ears perked as the mare guessed her origin, it was true that her accent was apparent but she had only muttered a few words, most weren't that perceptive and while Tess doubted there was a brain behind the mare's beauty she was starting to reconsider. She was about to confirm that she was in fact a proud Onean of clan Drohr but it seemed as soon as she entered into the conversation Tess was thrown right back out. There was light bickering, a difference in opinions between the couple over Tess but it seemed the mare was the one in control, at least of this situation. "There's obviously something wrong with her. Jasmine, my love, don't you want to look at someone else? You can have anyone you'd like." That statement fed Tess a fair amount of information, giving her just a peak into their relationship. 1. The mare's name was Jasmine 2. He gave her what she wanted, even if it might differ from his own desires and 3. He didn't care enough to look at Tess and the short glance he had stolen was one filled with dismissal, he looked upon her with eyes that looked through rather than at and that fact burned at Tess' core. She didn't like him already. Jasmine on the other hand quickly bartered with her rude Slaver who had the audacity to blow a mouthful of his cigar smoke in her face. This act made Tess swallow hard, if he pissed her off and she ended up leaving she was done for but to her surprise Jasmine came back with not fury but cunning, sharp words. She was able to haggle down the price even further, brushing 7k instead, and even though the slaver seemed disgruntled it was probably still more than he would have gotten from the city for her.
Tess watched the transaction finalize with the exchange of money, Jasmine's lover gave her a quick kiss and asked if she was happy. Apparently Jasmine was, she saw something within Tess that the others hadn't and given her a chance. Trust was easier for Tess to give to other mares but even now she was hesitant. Who knew how the pair would treat her behind closed doors. She'd been abused before. As he groaned in displeasure the Slaver unchained her from her post and Tess shot him a sideways glance. Jasmine grew cold, dismissing her current bridle and stating that she was to follow the pair back to their estate. Nodding silently Tess' cobalt eyes fell to the pavement beneath them as she continued to stand tall and proud above those around her, she took a long step toward her new owner and maneuvered her long body so she stood at Jamine's side opposite her lover. She tried to make herself look intimidating, hoping to show them she preferred to be a bodyguard and not a maid but where she stood within the house wasn't up to her. Part of her wondered how long Jasmine and her lover would put up with her sass before selling her once more but then she remembered this was her last chance, she would try to behave...no promises though.
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Post by promsong on Feb 8, 2018 19:29:58 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 3 | 285 words
As the trio made their way down the stone road, Jasmine was sandwiched in the middle. She was almost excited to share the house with someone that wasn't her husband. After they sold their last couple of slaves due to them being utterly useless anything they were asked to do. Being all alone in the huge house with Rowan could be exhausting.
"You'll have a room to yourself in the Southern wing of the house," she began, looking up at Tess who walked alongside her. Jasmine and Rowan shared a room on the top floor. She didn't bother to discuss where Tess would be sleeping with her husband since she first didn't have the patience for it, and secondly, knew that he would simply agree with whatever she said. It was sometimes almost annoying that he agreed with everything. A couple times a year Jasmine would say something to set him off just enough to get a reaction out of him. They would make up soon after and she would always receive some sort of gift to make up for his 'outburst'.
"I also expect you to accompany me wherever I go, as you will be a bodyguard of sorts," she furthur explained as they walked. The house was a 30-minute walk out of the city and she was greatly looking forward to being at home. She wanted nothing more than to get into the shade. Jasmine was tempted to question Tess further, try and see what she was getting herself into. However, she decided to wait until Rowan was gone and it was the two of them alone. She felt that he would be a disturbance more than anything. He often was to her.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 9, 2018 11:40:48 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Her strides had to be shorten in order to keep pace with Jasmine and not outrun her, she made sure to stay just behind the smaller mare's shoulder in an effort to remain submissive and show that she could be good, when treated so in return. She knew that logic was flawed and should be reversed but none had yet to break her of her stubborn Onean pride. Not remaining silent unless first being spoken to had been some of her previous master's complains so Tess decided she might listen to them for once and kept her big mouth shut for now, until being spoken to directly or given permission to speak freely.
Her ears perked, swiveling toward Jasmine and dipped her head in appreciation, she'd never had her own room before with any of her old masters let alone lived on an 'estate' so this was...different, good but different. A smile pulled at the corners of her dark lips when she heard that her intended role with Jasmine's estate was going to be one of a body guard, not their newest maid. Letting out a small sigh of relief Tess pulled her head up to hold it high upon her shoulders, puffed out her chest and put extra strength into each of her strides causing her large hooves to almost stomp menacingly upon the stones beneath them. "Understood m'lady." Tess spoke, her Onean voice ringing with excitement and pride, it seemed so far that she would enjoy this new home- minus Jasmine's lover, he seemed like a real stick in the mud kind of asshole. While she might technically belong to the pair it was quickly becoming apparent who ran the show here and Tess would push her limits with the stallion first to see just how much she could get away with before he either snapped and Jasmine defended her or allowed him to reprimand her for such insolent actions. Either Jasmine would be her defender and primary owner so she could walk all over the stallion or Tess would have to walk gingerly around both, it would be best to know where she stood before taking measures too far.
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Post by promsong on Feb 9, 2018 19:56:40 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 4 | 439 words
As soon as Jasmine announced where Tess would be staying and what her job would be, she could feel a shift in the way the mare carried herself. She seemed to be content with her mistress' decision. Jasmine didn't go to extremely sketchy places all of the time and there wasn't a huge target on her back either, but she had been approached several times by people on the streets at night. She definitely did not appreciate it, her husband even less.
The slave's stride was heavy and her stance prideful even in a way. This mare had just been sold and she was walking like this? Jasmine could see how this would cause problems with other owners and wondered if she had gotten herself a slave that she would have to return soon enough.
Her attention was put on her husband, who seemed almost irked by the fact that the slave was walking with pride. He took it as a sign of disrespect and she could see this in the way he refused to make eye contact with his wife. This amused her. Sometimes she wondered that if she pushed too hard, Rowan would throw her out. She felt secure about her relationship with him, she did, but sometimes it did keep her up at night. She'd lay awake next to him, watching is barrel fall and rise with each breath he took. How much did he really love her?
Jasmine's thoughts were interrupted when Tess replied, her words polite and not those of a slave who was broken. Everyone could be broken and with most masters, it wasn't uncommon for that to be their goal. Jasmine had always treated her slaves as staff more than slaves if anything. She certainly didn't grow up in the lifestyle she lived in then and so her views on slavery were different to those of other rich commoners and nobles. She knew what it was like to feel helpless and to perform a job that was taxing on both the body and soul. That was not to say she pretended to ever know what it was like to be owned by someone, someone's property.
"Though, we recently had to get rid of the rest of our servile slaves. So, I hope you can at least pour a glass of wine, if not, you'll learn fast enough," Jasmine went on to explain. The had hired a chef to prepare their meals, even if a slave was free labour. Slaves could not always be trusted to come up with an edible meal and the couple certainly did not mess around with their food.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 10, 2018 17:03:49 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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The large mare's eyes fell upon the scenery around them as she listen to her mistress, absorbing the faces they passed and scrutinized each looking for any who might be the less than savory type. Growing up on Onea and being a traveling merchant Tess had experience in holding her own in a fight and reading other's faces, she couldn't say she was talented in the skill but her gut instincts were usually right. Many tried to swindle her when she was first starting her career of merchant and one had to learn when others were thieves or liars quickly or you would be an easy target. Tess became anything other than that over her years of wandering Onea before being sold as a slave for someone else's crimes. Having her eyes scanning around her Tess missed the fact that Jasmine's love was irked by the way she walked with pride and continued to hold herself more like an Onean or bodyguard than a slave who they had just purchased. Only her slave bridle and brand clued others in that she belong to the pair rather than being a hired hand.
Jasmine spoke again, pulling Tess from keeping her head on a swivel, watching out for any and all danger. I hope you can at least pour a glass of wine. A grimace pulled at her lips at the thought of pouring wine instead of standing quietly as a guard, she was surprised with herself that she had expected to be a guard within the security of home as well as outside. Of course she would be expected to serve them in more mundane tasks, hopefully she wouldn't be forced to cook for them. The thought brought dread to her heart, sure she could cook but Onean meals were simple compared to Aodh cuisine, there was no way she could impress Jasmine with her cooking. Uncertainty replaced the excitement in her voice, "Uh...if it's anything like pouring Onean ale then yes? Father used to make me pour drinks when I was younger but I've honestly never even seen a bottle of wine in my life M'lady. I can serve. I will learn."
Speaking like a slave made her tongue taste bitter as she nodded submissively to Jasmine again. Her tongue played nervously with the bit, chewing on the cold metal as she tried to dull her tongue, keep her sass in check and seem like one who was willing, almost eager to serve but she had never been a great actor. She could haggle, bluff her way through a deal but hiding her true emotions was difficult when she wasn't the one in control. She only wished to live, serve as a body guard and be left alone...if that meant kneeling like a dog to their master then Tess knew she would go down swinging. None had broken her before so she wasn't going to roll over and let it happen...and yet she had little choice in the matter if she wished to survive. Turmoil tugged at her core, knowing she had to kneel and forcing herself to do it were two different things. Pride was a hard thing to give up...
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Post by promsong on Feb 10, 2018 17:53:00 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 5 | 461 words
"I can't say I've ever had Onean ale. I favour wine and whiskey. And you will become quite familiar with bottles of wine," Jasmine said with a barely visible smile. She turned her head to Tess, not wanting her husband to see it. He would only get further annoyed with the two of them if he spotted his wife smiling at the slave.
"Rowan, honey, didn't you have that meeting early this afternoon?" she decided to ask, wanting to put the attention on him just long enough to satisfy his clinginess. She often had to do this. He got easily jealous, more so than Jasmine herself, which said something.
"I do. I need to freshen up once I get home and will leave in a couple hours," he said after clearing his throat. Jasmine was glad to get him out of the house, especially since she would need to prepare for Tess as she was to stay with them. She would need to give her a tour and show her the basics of what was expected of her. No one else was around to do so and she did not trust Rowan to do a good enough job.
Jasmine gave a small nod and continued to walk alongside the two of them. They were soon nearing the estate, a large villa that looked over the water. Jasmine loved their house and had never wanted to move, even though she wasn't the one who chose it. Rowan used to tell her about how lonely it was with just him and his slaves. She'd sympathize with him, pour the man another drink, and sigh heavily as she complained about how she was so lonely as well. It was by no means difficult to get him to fall in love with her, he was so desperate to feel wanted that she could have done it in her sleep practically. It was a bit sad in a way.
"We might need to get you a key to the house, now that I think about it," Jasmine said after a moment of consideration. As they walked out of the city and onto a smaller road, she could already spot the house at the top of the street. The uphill journey to get there was less than convenient, but she managed. Not without significant complaint the first few times, though.
They eventually approached the front gate of the house, Rowan stepping ahead to unlock it so they could enter. Jasmine then made her way through it with Tess so he could lock it back up afterwards. "There is a front entrance that leads to the main hall, but you can also access the villa from the back if you follow the side of the building," she explained.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 10, 2018 18:37:15 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Jasmine's words were kind, almost understanding when she spoke and Tess blinked in surprise, instead of berating her for not already knowing how to pour wine her owner seemed to indulge her as she spoke of her favored drinks and that Tess would come to know wine bottles well. This...was different. She half expected to be scolded for offering more information than was asked of her, she'd run into an uppity Eminent during her first potential sale and he'd outright slapped her for speaking more than necessary before complaining to her slave trader that she held no manners and that he'd never purchase such a mutt. Stealing a sideways glance at Jasmine Tess caught the smile the smaller mare offered, turning her delicate head toward Tess almost like she was trying to keep the stallion from seeing her smile at the slave. In a moment of stupefied shock Tess' jaw cracked open as her brow furrowed in confusion before she recomposed herself and jerked her head forward once more. Embarrassment made her cheeks flush, ears falling back as her mind spun. None had smiled at her since she entered Aodh other than fellow slaves, all had looked over or through her when they weren't beating her and here Jasmine smiled at her. A small yet genuine gesture. She was so flustered and confused that she barely caught the stallions name to be Rowan and that he had some meeting to get to this afternoon.
Cobalt eyes fell upon her new 'home' as they neared the villa that overlooked the crystal waters of Valore having left the main part of the city to follow a much smaller, less used, road to their estate. Tess was impressed by the grandeur of the villa, and this was just the outside, who knew what eccentric beauty the inside probably held. Walking steadily up the hill Tess' muscles sang, it had been so long since her hooves had graced an uphill climb that reminded her of the rolling hills and breakneck cliffs of Onea. The heart within her breast sunk with homesickness as she considered how her clan was fairing in the wake of the Bloody Flanks returning and while her father could die for all she cared it was the rest of her family that brought torment to her thoughts. Following almost absentmindedly after Jasmine as they climbed toward the villa Tess' attention was only pulled from her thoughts upon hearing her mistress muse about the slave possibly needing a key. Hope leaped in her chest before falling once more upon consideration that this key she might posses would most likely only be for the house and not the gate Rowan unlocked in order for them to enter the estate. Tess turned her eyes toward Jasmine again and listened intently, this was going to most likely be her only chance to get a proper tour of the villa and she had to pay attention or else she might get lost. Nodding in understanding Tess' eyes wandered to the side of the house and studied it in an effort to create a mental map of the layout as Jasmine provided more information.
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Post by promsong on Feb 10, 2018 20:27:43 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 6 | 472 words
Jasmine let out a small sigh of relief as she entered the main hallway of the house. The shade offered her protection from the hot sun and she was more than tired of being outside by that point. Rowan caught up with the two of them and pecked his wife on the cheek, then walking past her. "I'll be upstairs if you need me, Jasmine. I have to get ready and then prepare a couple things for the meeting," he said as he gave her one last glance before heading up the staircase. Seeing as he was already halfway up to the second floor, she didn't bother replying. She instead turned her head back to Tess.
"This is the main hall. This is the most accessible staircase, though there is a smaller one at the back of the villa," she began to explain. She started to walk forward, then looking to her right. "The dining room. If you go through there, you will reach the kitchen. There is a door to the basement and that is where we have the wine cellar, which does house most of our wines," she continued. As she walked past it, she began to wonder if the slave she had purchased was even literate. It would definitely be a little more difficult for her to choose the right wine if she couldn't read their labels.
"Do you know how to read and write, Tess?" she asked as stopped in her tracks. She came to face the other mare, looking up at her. If she didn't, she may just have to teach her how to do so or find someone to do that for her. The latter would probably be easiest. Though, it wasn't like her days were particularly busy since she didn't work. The only thing she was really doing in her time was picking out new furniture and ways to decorate the house. She even considered taking up painting or writing. She usually preferred to be the one being painted, however. This was very evident as soon as you stepped into the house, as there was plenty of portraits of Jasmine that were hung up on the walls. The majority of them featured only her, but a few included her husband. Those were obviously her least favourite.
"I guess that would explain your awfully low price," she thought aloud. Even though the mare was exceptionally cheap already, Jasmine still haggled the price down. She didn't even know if the mare was worth as little as 7,000 shards and yet she still went for it. It wasn't her money, but she still felt the need to get the best deal possible. She loved the expensive, the luxurious, yet despite this, she refused to be ripped off. Especially by a seedy slave trader. She was better than that.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 11, 2018 2:35:34 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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The difference between Onean architecture and that of Aodh never ceased to amaze Tess. While Onea was simple, rustic and necessity driven it was a stark contrast to the lifestyle, and living spaces, or Aodh were everything was 'extra' to say the least. She couldn't comprehend that this home was meant to house merely a couple and their slaves, it was too large for such a meaning and that made it feel empty and soulless. It was also far too clean, Tess was suddenly aware of each particle of dust, dirt and sweat that lay upon her pelt. It made her self conscious as she stood beside the pristine form of Jasmine, worrying that she might be dirtying her owner's floor just by standing on it. She'd been waiting in the cruel sun of Valore tied to her post all morning and for several days before without a bath, merely whipped down each morning to remove all surface blemishes but nothing further. Upon the departure of Rowan Tess could feel her shoulders relax, but she didn't allow herself to get comfortable yet. She wished to keep Jasmine's favor after all. It would be hard to know just how casual she would be allowed to act within the villa without testing the boundaries but that wasn't a first day activity unless she wanted to be brought right back to her Slave Trader. Tess also knew all too well that outside this gated prison that Jasmine would expect her to follow strict order, the mare had an appearance to keep...and vanity to display. Large beautifully painted portraits lined the walls, most of them of just Jasmine with a few sprinkled about with Rowan accompanying her and Tess' eyes greedily took the art in. Art was the one thing she adored about Aodh, just how beautifully they painted and were able to sculpt in the image of life and the imagination, she'd always been jealous of artist and how effortless they made it look when in reality it was near impossible for her to draw a stick figure. Absorbing the layout further Tess found the floor plan to be simple, so far at least, but knew she would get lost for the first few days or until she gained her bearings.
Her lips pursed, ears taking in Jasmines words about her most likely being illiterate. The silver tongue within her wished to lash out, to demand Jasmine tell her just who she was to assume anything about her before the cold metal in her mouth reminded her of her place, that Jasmine owned her and could assume as she pleased even if she was wrong. "That isn't why." Tess chuckled softly instead of lashing out with fury, trying to keep her eyes anywhere except meeting Jasmine's silver orbs so she might not see the anger and dismay within her own until they died down, "My mother taught me to read and write. While most Oneans are simple I cannot be counted among them, in that aspect at least...M'lady." Tess would have to work on not forgetting to address Jasmine in a submissive manner, sometimes she almost forgot to call her m'lady or master or whatever Jasmine wished she call her and tacked it on the end of her sentence hurriedly. She hadn't been scolded for the title she was using to address her so she would stick with it until told otherwise.
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Post by promsong on Feb 11, 2018 11:34:51 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 7 | 590 words
Jasmine nodded slowly as Tess replied, slightly surprised and almost amused by the light chuckle that escaped her lips. She couldn't say she had never been to Onea, but had read about it in books. It was a place she had wanted to visit because she was sure the landscapes were more than beautiful, though had never decided to. Maybe with her new bodyguard, she'd be able to safely.
"Did I say something funny?" she said with a small, slightly testing, smile up at her. She then turned around to continue with her tour. "But that's good then, that you know how to read and write," she added afterwards, clarifying her meaning at the end in case she was misunderstood. She walked forward a few steps, glancing over her shoulder and to the left, "This is Rowan's study. He does not like others to enter without knocking and you are to not go in there alone," she said as she walked by it. Rowan was a relatively private person and didn't like others in his space. Especially the space he used for work. He didn't want any of his files to be touched as they were quite important. He was a well-known architect that came from an even more rich family.
Jasmine continued to walk, becoming more and more curious about the new slave as they did. She stopped in her tracks however as the smell of the mare's sweaty and dirty coat finally hit her. The house smelled of ocean water and plants, due to the fact that the windows were left wide open during the day. When she went to look at the ground beneath Tess' hooves, the white marble had slight tracks of dirt. "I suppose we should get you cleaned up, first, though," she said, her expression a bit tired. Her husband was making her do an awful lot of work for something that was supposed to be a gift.
"Come with me, try not to touch anything," she motioned with her head to follow and began to speed up her pace through the house. She went down to the end of the hall, went to the left, and searched for the door to the guest bathroom. There was a shower in there that Tess would be able to use to rid her coat of the dirt and sweat that Jasmine could smell from where she stood. "There's towels and soap next to the shower. Oh, can you use your teke with that bridle on?" she asked the mare. She knew that some bridles only controlled blessings, but some controlled both. Jasmine worried that if Tess needed such a bridle to control her teke, she might have bitten off more than she could chew with the new slave. "I'll be getting you a new one soon enough anyways. You could use a haircut as well," she commented quietly, her eyes looking over the fluffy mane and forelock of Tess. She didn't need the mare to look as feminine as Jasmine did herself, she just needed her to look presentable. Everything in this house was to look neat and put together, the slaves included. She planned on calling one of the bridle makers in the city to come over and bring some of their finest ones so that Jasmine could see several on Tess at a time. The last few slaves she owned did not need their bridles at all times, but for the first little while, Jasmine did not want to take any risks with Tess.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 11, 2018 17:21:43 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Where Tess had thought she wouldn't push her luck with Jasmine on her first day her words seemed intent to betray. Immediately regretting chuckling, even softly, Tess' eyes grew wide with fear at Jasmine's remark about not remembering saying anything funny. She was dead, this was it- Tess stiffened, awaiting her verbal or physical beating but instead Jasmine turned and continued the tour as if nothing had happened. Blinking in shock again the large mare wasn't sure if she should be relieved or worried as she stiffly followed after Jasmine who revealed more of the house, labeling Rowan's study off limits unless explicitly told to enter. Bobbing her large head in understanding Tess remained quiet, eyes studying Jasmine skeptically and with suspicion. She'd never met a master quite like her thus Tess didn't know what to do with herself, everything that had been beaten into her didn't necessarily apply to Jasmine. The unicorn was kinder and Tess appreciated that fact but kept herself on edge, trying to tiptoe through the minefield and not step upon anything that might set Jasmine off. As she followed behind Jasmine Tess' eyes wandered to the architecture and the grandeur. Her hooves clicked over immaculately clean marble floors and the air she took into her lungs smelled of the sea and local flora. She'd always loved the sea, the way smelled was her favorite. So clean, salty and comforting...it reminded her of home again. Damn she'd have to get over this homesickness thing, it was starting to make her heart ache
They walked in silence for a moment before it seemed Tess' physical condition seemed to hit Jasmine, causing her to stop in her tracks and felt the silver gaze fall upon her. Shifting nervously as she stopped as well Tess' eyes fell to the dirt she had tracked in and felt her ears swivel back in embarrassment. Jasmine expression seemed tired and Tess could feel her face flush as her mouth scrunched into an awkward smile of embarrassment. "Yes M'lady." Matching the pace of Jasmine Tess followed after her master as she hurriedly led her to a bathroom where she could finally have a real shower instead of the quick washes her slaver liked to give. Tess smiled sheepishly at Jasmine's question about the bridle, while she wished to keep her destructive past to herself in order to not sully Jasmine's view of her Tess knew she it would be worse to lie than tell the truth. That didn't mean she could just avoid the question though but instead opted for a half truth, only offer information asked for and nothing more. "Uhh, well no...I have access to nothing and no blessing to my name M'lady." 'I tried to escape one too many times' was the truth behind her restrictive bridle but not something you admit to your new owner if one wished to keep some freedom so Tess simplified her story. Then came the comment of needing a haircut, Tess' nose scrunched at the idea of cutting her hair further. Remembering her once long and flowing mane she possessed prior to her father pinned her down, shaving it all away before selling her into slavery made the thought of cutting what progress she had made bitter. Letting out a defeated sigh, biting her tongue and the bit once more to remind her of who she was and that she held no real sway in the matter Tess merely composed her face once more and stared down at Jasmine silently.
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Post by promsong on Feb 11, 2018 18:22:19 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 8 | 529 words
Jasmine could feel the tension between them, a feeling she was more than used to in this house. As the slave explained her situation with the bridle, she was able to read in between the lines. It made her wonder if she should take it off and allow Tess to be able to properly give herself a shower, or just turn on the water for her. If she chose the latter, tess would only be able to have access to soap and towels once Jasmine trusted her enough. However, her floors and furniture would appreciate the first option. Jasmine felt that if the slave truly was going to run off, she would have done it already. They could have easily knocked her and her husband over with her giant sturgeon tail and run the other way.
"If I take it off and you are to run, the gate at the front is locked," she began, making her way into the bathroom to reach into the cabinet for the honey-scented soap they kept. She pulled it out and set it on the countertop, along with a spare comb and washcloth. "And Rowan, my husband, will not appreciate such a disturbance when he has a busy day," she added after a moment. Maybe the mare wouldn't be afraid of her, but her husband was stricter and had even less patience than Jasmine. Their previous slaves did not need any sort of physical punishment, though it had happened a few times. Jasmine's forms of punishment were a lot less violent but almost worse in some cases. She'd take away meals, take away furniture. Anything that gave them any sort of comfort or privacy was stored away until they could prove they deserved it. On the flip side, she also rewarded good behaviour and excellent service. She doesn't want to punish her slaves, but will if it is necessary. Jasmine had generally been less harsh on female slaves, though that was not to say she'd let Tess get away with anything.
"I will be waiting in the kitchen for your return. Please make sure to wash your hooves well," she instructed before walking back out to face the mare. She dipped her head slightly, a cue for Tess to do the same so that she could more easily undo the bridle. She started with the throat latch, then the noseband. Her movements were deliberately slow, her eyes carefully watching Tess to make sure she wouldn't decide to make a break for it. That was the last thing she needed right now.
The bridle was finally off and Jasmine gazed back at her for a long moment before breaking the eye contact. She took the bridle with her red teke and carefully turned back around, listening behind her for the bathroom door to close. She began to walk off. Rowan and her had lunch earlier that day, despite this, she felt a bit peckish and wanted a snack of fresh fruit. She also desperately wanted to wash the cheap bridle that she was now carrying. It would be replaced relatively soon, yet until then Jasmine would still have Tess wear it around the house.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 12, 2018 0:49:16 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Where she had expected Jasmine to catch onto the meaning behind her words, the lack of an offered reason as to why she wore such a restrictive bridle, she hadn't expected her to catch on so quickly and give her nothing more than a stern warning not to run when she took it off. Tess' sheepish smile transformed into a flat line at Jasmine's threat of Rowan, it was apparent that he was to be bad cop in their relationship and Tess wasn't sure if she should be glad or worried that Jasmine used him as a threat instead of just outright threatening to punish her herself if she stepped out of line. Merely nodding quietly Tess' cobalt eyes followed after Jasmine as she pulled soap from a cabinet and placed it upon the counter top with a comb and washcloth presumably for her to use. She was to clean up and make herself as presentable as possible, hopefully being able to tame her mane enough to convince Jasmine that she didn't need another haircut, just to style what she had in a presentable manner.
The threat of Rowin hung over her as Jasmine instructed her to clean up well, especially her dish sized hooves, before meeting her in the kitchen when she was done. When Jasmine dipped her head slightly it took a moment for Tess to realize that it was a cue for her to lower her head to a level at which Jasmine would be able to reach the bridle. Dipping back, probably a bit too far, Tess patiently waited for her to remove the bridle, joy filling her core at the thought of being free...or as free as she could be in this prison. First the throat latch was loosened then the noseband in painstaking slowness that caused Tess to look up at Jasmine through her thick forelock quizzically before realizing that this was probably also a veiled threat. To remind her who was in charge here even if Tess was without her bridle she was still a slave. When the metal finally slipped from her lips Tess took a moment to stretch her mouth and run teeth over her tongue in hopes of ridding it of the metallic taste that coated her mouth. The feeling of her Teke being freed was always a strange one and hit her like a brick wall to the brain each time. Her eyes met Jasmine's long stare before the smaller mare broke eye contact first and turned to leave, taking the cheap bridle with her to most likely wash herself.
Once she was alone Tess let out a long and defeated sign before turning toward the soap on the counter. Reaching out to gingerly pick up the soap to take it into the shower with her Tess instead ended up knocking the bar to the floor in a failed fumble. Ears pulled back on her head in annoyance, it was always strange using teke after having it locked away for so long, she would have to get used to wielding it once more and this would be the perfect exercise so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of Jasmine or drop a glass trying to pour wine into it. That would be a disastrous mistake and not a punishment she wanted to endure if she could avoid it.
Taking a step closer to the soap she managed to pick it up after a few more attempts with her cobalt teke, smiling with her small victory Tess moved her massive form to the shower. She turned the water on after entering and allowed the stream of icy water to fall upon her pelt before it warmed to a comfortable temperature. The feeling of cold water running down her body always reminded her of bathing in the rivers of Onea and thus wasn't detoured by the chill, she'd felt colder back home. Scrubbing her entire body down with the soap and washcloth took a bit of time because she was a bit large and she was being extra detailed in order to impress Jasmine with how good she could look with a bit of work, even spent extra time on her feathers and hooves like requested. Turning off the water when she was finished, wishing not to linger and have Jasmine rap on the door wondering what was taking her so long, Tess grabbed a towel and began the process of drying her large form. Putting extra care to scrub at her scales and tail until they shone in the light Tess hung the used towel upon a hook on the back of the door. Picking up the comb with her teke Tess' eyes fell unfavorably upon the object, knowing her mane would be a challenge in an of itself. She began the painful process of raking the comb through her hair, pulling at the knots and taming her mane. When she was done with it she moved to her forelock and repeated the process but instead of merely letting it fall where it may she pulled it back and out of her eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror Tess knew this was the best she could obtain without the help of hairpins or the ribbons she had once fancied back in Onea. Taking a deep breath before exiting the bathroom in search of Jasmine Tess turned into the hall.
Stepping as light as a horse of her size could Tess made her way back through the route Jasmine had taken her to reach the bathroom in hopes of finding her way back to the kitchen and fell upon the room with little problem. She had that route down, at least she could find the kitchen from the bathroom now but she doubted the rest of the house would be as easy to master...Turning into the kitchen Tess' eyes scanned for Jasmine and when they fell upon the smaller mare she fell into a prideful pose, displaying herself for her master. While she didn't believe herself to be beautiful Tess knew she wasn't ugly either, just not beautiful in the usual feminine way. Her toned muscles rippled in the sunlight and sturgeon tail shone, rays dancing off her sharp scales and stiff fins as she flared happily. It was hard to not be joyous after such a shower, she enjoyed the honey scent upon her pelt as well and was glad to finally be clean after several days of filth clinging to her body. She almost felt lighter even.
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Post by promsong on Feb 13, 2018 21:37:04 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 9 | 711 words
Jasmine made her way down the extravagant hallways of the villa, holding the dirty bridle a foot away from her body. It was no surprise that Tess herself was covered in sweat and dirt as well. The hygiene and comfort of a slave trader's merchandise was their last priority a decent amount of the time. Jasmine didn't need mud being tracked around on her floors anytime soon, so of course, anyone who entered the house was to be relatively clean. There was also no point in having an uncomfortable slave, as their quality of work would suffer as well. Jasmine certainly did not appreciate any half-ass jobs and expected excellence at all times.
She turned back around the corner and entered the kitchen through the dining room. Setting the bridle down on the countertop beside the sink, she began to run the tap. Their plumbing certainly wasn't state of the art, but it was relatively good for the time. She took a small rag and ran it under the cold water, rubbing the cloth over a bar of gentle soap afterwards. She then began to gently scrub the leather bridle. The grime transferred onto the fabric and the piece of tack was soon a much less muddied shade of brown. Sure, she could have Tess do this herself and it would have saved her the work, yet she didn't. Jasmine was used to doing these things for herself and didn't need a slave to do smaller tasks that took her no time at all. The last slaves they had were for cleaning and gardening, as Jasmine couldn't quite possibly clean the entire house her self. Gardening also meant staying out in the hot Valore sun, something she never really enjoyed doing.
Jasmine finished cleaning the bridle, drying it off with a towel and then leaving it on the side of the counter. She then took a glass bowl from the cabinet, using a knife to slice one of the peaches that laid in a fruit bowl at the kitchen island. The knife was rinsed with water, set to dry, and she began to snack on the sweet fruit as she waited for Tess to finish. She was a woman of little patience. She went to the couch near the window that overlooked the backyard so that she could sit. It was a scenic view, one that Jasmine spent many hours looking at.
Her ears picked up the sound of someone coming up behind her. They sounded just like Rowan's and she didn't bother to turn her head, allowing him to think he was being sneaky. The noise stopped and she assumed that it was him pausing to watch her. She then felt something warm against her face. He pressed his nose to her cheek and held it there for a moment. Jasmine shut her eyes as she pretended to cherish the intimacy.
"You look so beautiful in the light, my sun," he whispered softly to her. The two of them looked out at the ocean, Jasmine giving him a gentle smile.
"Return soon, love. Dinner should be ready upon your arrival and it won't be any good if it goes cold," she said after a minute of the silence. He nodded and she moved her head to peck him on the muzzle with hers - a small kiss goodbye. He murmured an agreement and straightened his posture so he stood properly. She watched him then slowly walk out of the kitchen and towards the front of the house to leave.
Jasmine let out a small sigh as she finished the last of her fruit. Getting up, she placed her dish in the sink before she heard the front door open and close. Tess finally approached her from the dining room and the red mare scanned her over. Her eyes checked for any last bits of dirt or dust on her coat and when she concluded that the slave was completely clean, she, at last, looked made eye-contact. "That is certainly better. I think I can finally see those blue eyes," she commented. She was pleased.
"I don't think you need the bridle as of right now. Would you like to see your room, Tess?" Jasmine asked as she leaned casually against the counter.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 14, 2018 13:20:15 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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She waited, expectantly as the freshly cleaned pelt twitched over her muscles. Watching Jasmine's eyes trail over her, scanning for any dirt or grime she might have missed. Suddenly very self conscious under such a scrutinizing stare Tess' ears swiveled back and forth but didn't allow her proud stance to falter. Only when Jasmine spoke her approval that Tess let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding until oxygen hit her lungs again. While every fiber of her being detested being looked down up, scrutinized, after the scare of almost being sold as a labor slave Tess had swallowed some of her pride and took pleasure in seeing Jasmine's approval. In her youth she had fought for her father, Xiun's, attention, competing every day with her multitude of brothers for the chance of seeing their father smile at them and Tess had seen his toothy grin one time. The accomplishment that had won a moment of his love was blindsiding, and toppling, her elder brother Cortez with a mighty swing of her sturgeon tail. The spectacle of seeing Cortez fall horn over hooves was one that always brought a smile to her lips and a flare of pride within her breast. He'd underestimated her and paid the price for it, from that day on his eyes always fell upon her tail whenever her rear moved in his direction, even when they weren't sparing. She never let those who underestimated her continue to do such, determined to prove them wrong, that she could be better...she would be more than them and yet here she was, taking pleasure at seeming a master look upon her with approval. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
She flashed Jasmine a half smile and nodded, hoping that showing enthusiasm and eagerness would please the mare as well and allow her to keep that damned bridle off as long as she behaved. "I'd love to M'lady." Upon hearing that she would be a body guard more than a maid Tess wondered how well equipped she would be when they left the comfort of the estate. She doubted they would give her much of anything in the beginning, more so just keep her as a meat shield but as they grew to trust her she might be awarded armor and a weapon. Pondering what kind of weapons they favored in Aodh she remembered the trusty glaive and dagger combo she had back in Onea. She hoped it had ended up in the hands of her mother, to be kept as a treasure and the one thing she would have to remember her daughter who didn't exist anymore. Doubting her father would allow such a thing Tess figured it had been sold, or melted down to create a weapon for her father that he would use to cut down more of his enemies, those who would try and expose his previous crimes like she had. The desire for Justice had landed her here, staring at a master who she held a head and shoulders in height above and was expected to kneel.
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Post by promsong on Feb 15, 2018 15:40:46 GMT -6
Jasmine
Smoke rising in the distance
She glides in a swan dive
Cooler than a strawberry shake
post 10 | 500 words
Jasmine gave a slow nod and walked past Tess so that she could lead her to where she would be staying. The Southern wing of the villa was relatively empty since Jasmine and Rowan stayed in the upstairs Northern wing. The house itself was way too big for just the two of them and had always been. Rowan had bought it after his first divorce, about 6 years ago. Jasmine had met him 1 year after and moved in soon after. He was so broken after the divorce that manipulating him into falling in love with the woman she created just for him was so easy. It was keeping up the facade 7 days a week that was the real struggle. Every anniversary they celebrated reminded her of the vows she made on the day of their wedding. Till death do us part. She smiled when they were uttered the first time, but after that, it became harder and harder to think about what she had really signed up for. She got what she had dreamed of growing up: wealth and nothing to do. And when Rowan would eventually die, she'd be left with even more wealth and notoriety.
Her silver hooves clicked on the marble floors as she made her way through the halls. The sound echoed throughout the room and Jasmine glanced behind her to make sure Tess was following. "You will have this room all to yourself as well as the bathroom down the hall. I do expect you will keep it in neat condition," she said as she ambled towards the Southern wing. She made a left turn and began to pay attention to which door it was. Tess was relatively bigger than the two slaves they had previously had and so it only made sense that she received the bigger of the rooms. Jasmine didn't want to risk any of their furniture or decorations to the giant sturgeon tail of Tess.
Opening up the door to a room near the end of the hall, Jasmine slipped in and left it open for the other mare. There was a low bed at the back of the room, a dresser and mirror, and a large window that had a ledge and cushion for sitting on. She walked over to the window and opened up the curtains, letting the bright afternoon sun light up the room. "I believe there are extra sheets and pillow cases in the dresser or closet," she informed. "It also looks over the backyard and ocean," she added after a moment of glancing out the window. It was obviously quite small compared to the master bedroom, but Jasmine thought it wasn't that bad of a deal for a slave. She had seen how some of her and Rowan's 'friends' had treated their slaves and it appalled her. She was certainly not the worst owner out there and she would never go out of her way to make her slaves' lives harder for no reason.
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Post by Sasha Arctic on Feb 15, 2018 18:36:22 GMT -6
TESS
"Until you are broken, you don't know what you're made of."
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Wandering after the smaller mare Tess decided to experiment with her walking, it would take some skill and practice to perfect a comfortable gait that would allow her longer strides not to outpace or rush Jasmine. During their walk home she tried to do shorter, faster steps and this time she lengthened them, taking long and slow strides as she followed Jasmine to the belly of the fairly empty southern wing of the villa. She tried to tiptoe, stepping as lightly as dish sized hooves would allow. Her ears flicked at each sound and honed in on the clicking of Jasmines hooves before deciding that a quiet slave would be better suited to this equally quiet home rather than her usually heavy steps. Long tail swaying behind her Tess had to concentrate on not knocking any paintings from the walls or toppling frivolous decorations. She was so used to the open hills of Onea that moving to the bustling city of Valore felt cramped in comparison. Her usual gait was long, leisurely and sturgeon tail waved in a large arch behind her, following with the swaying of her hips but here she had to be controlled. Keeping silent when not spoken to directly Tess' eyes took in her surrounding wherever she went, this villa was huge and she would need some landmarks to help keep her from loosing her way in the beginning.
Soon though they came to what she assumed to be the hall that led to the slave bedroom...or rooms depending on just how many they had owned prior to 'letting them go'. She was led to her new room and followed quietly behind, entering the room Tess' eyes fell over what little things could be called hers. Not in the true sense of the word of course but as close to owning something as she could get while being a possession herself. The room was rather plain but what could she expect of a room designed for a slave? She'd have to ask Jasmine if she could add her own touches to the room, nothing that would have to be paid for but possibly flowers or smooth stones...anything to make it feel more like a home than a pretty prison. With a smile she moved toward the large window, the ocean breeze called to her, beckoning she return to its source. Since being shipped off to Aodh she'd been cut off from the sea, unable to swim in her sturgeon form and the thought of never doing so again had torn at her soul. She still clung to her beliefs, it was all she could take with her from Onea, praying to Cascade and Kaia in private moments but she'd always favored her Ocean mother. "This is more of a permanent home than I had back in Onea. It's been ages since I've had a roof over my head and an actual bed to sleep on, I became stronger because of that though. The wilds of Onea are not kind. Thank you Jasmine- M'lady." Catching herself at the last moment Tess made sure to tack m'lady onto the end of Jasmine's name. Letting her guard down due to her owners kindness, in comparison to her previous masters, Tess had almost called her master by her first name alone. She was getting comfortable and that was a dangerous thing for a slave. Staring out at the sea she silently prayed that Jasmine either didn't catch her slip up or would be forgiving at least.
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